Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-05-12

Lucinda recalled her bridge engage
ment and turned back to telephone
that she would be late.
Having seen no more of Bellamy
] since their encounter she had dis
missed the possibility Of his return
ing. The surprise was so much the
more u~nwelcome. consequently
when on leaving the booth she saw
her husband. with his hat on the
back of his head and his arms full
Of lavender orchids. wavering irreso-
lutely in the entrance to the Palm
Room, surveying with a dashed ex-
preston its now all but deserted
spaces. With sickening contempt.
Lucinda made hastily for the revolv-
ing door.
simultaneously Bel caught sight
Of her and. with a blurred travesty
OF his really charming smile and a
faltering parody of that air of gal
liant alacrity which she had once
thought so engaging. moved to in
tercept Lucinda. And finding her
escape cut off, she paused and wait
ed him with a stony c~ountenance.
"Ah, there you are. eh. Linda.
'Fraid I'd missed you. Sorry couldn't
get back sooner. but"
I'm not" Lucinda interrupted.
Outlook here. Linda; be rea-
sonable-"
Il think I have been-what you
call reasonable-long e~nough-too
long,"
Bel1amy hesitated, ~nervously
moistening his lips.
"Here-take these flowers. won't
you? Plenty for YOU and ali your
friends"
Again Lucinda defeated his at
tempt to disburden himself. ooh.
BeI!' she cried sadly-"how can you
be such a fool?"
"How'm l a fool? Thought l was
going to please you . I've made
arrangements to have the afternoon
free, just to be with you. Well go
somewhere"
I'VE will not" Lucinda told him
infexib1y.
Il don't mind tagging along"
Sorry. but / don't want you
Injudiciously again Bellamy elect
ed to show his teeth: See here:
are you going? I've got a
right to know"
Have you, Bel? Think again. IL
never ask you such questions. If !
did, you'd either lose your temper or
lie to me. and justify yourself by
asserting that no man ought to be
asked 10 stand prying into his az
fairs. Sol leave you to your af-
fairs-and only ask that you leave
me to mine"
Neither spoke in that clash of
until Bellamy's weakened. his
eyes shifted. and he stepped aside,
sobered.
"Please!" he begged in a turn Of
penttence. Didn't mean &. . had
pull myself together somehow to
talk business at luncheon"
"Oh! II was a business luncheon,
them" asked Lucinda sweetly, paus-
ing.
"Of course"
You leave me to infer that your
affair with Amelie has reached the
point where you take her to the
Club to talk terms" Bella
my's Jaw sagged. his eyes were
blank with CONSERVATION. what
else do you wish me 10 think, Bel
He made a pitiable effort to pull
together. LOOK here, Linda,
all wrong about this-misin-
'ormed. 1 can explain-Damn it.
you can't refuse"
Cant I? Go home. Bel. get some
'leep. When you wake up. if you
till think you have anything to say
consider it carefully before yoi
me TO listen. Remember what i
ell you now: you've lied to me for
last time. n more lie will end
verifying between US, finally and
or all time"
On the far West Side the brought
I'M drew to a shuddering stop be-
ore a row of brick buildings. That
hey were united in one service was
by the legend running from
to end of the row beneath it's
+econd-story windows:
'INEMAS. INC.-BEN CULP.
9RES'T.
This was the nursery in which
Mr.. Culp Cor his press agent)
brilliantly imaged as the young
fairest sister of the plastic arts
vas fostering the finest flower OF its
to wit. the artistry of
lima Daley, in private life Mrs.
'ulp.
With every symptom of disgust
he doorkeepeT growled at Lontaine: !
'Yees kin g'Wan up-but moind yer
thep; they's a darrrrk turn in the
He pressed a button and a
wire door swung back. the party ,
lied through and stumbled up two
lights OF creaking stairs to a tiny
aEding upon which a number of
loors stood all closed. each sternly
tenciled: PRIVATE. ;
One OF the doors opened hastily
nd elected a ~nervously i~ngratiating
Dung man, Nj. Lane, secretary 10 !
Culp. He shook each visitor :
by the hand. then threw
vide another Of the PRIVATE
This IS the main stage. ladies. !
f.ss Daley is working on one Of the
cts now. making the final scenes
r her latest picture, The Girl I'm
he Dark; so if you'll be kind
nough Tot to talk out loud Il,
Hiss Daley is very. err, temperament
al. you understand =" L
Reverently the barbarians tiptoei
nto the studio and huddled in an