San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1924-04-06

Eott write"
"Never heard Of her." Warren was
khrusting the studs in dress shirt.
"Oh, yes, you have. Try to think"
knxioused Helen. "She's to be there
tonight. We must know what she's
vritten!"
IF you wanted the dope on her,
Why wait till the last minute" empty
|ng the pockets of the suit he was
Akina off.
II called up Mrs. Stevens this morn
ing. She was out, and l forgot to
Phone again. It's too late now-they
always dine out on Thursday. Oh, j
Enow, Shining, Saints! Wasn't that
THAT she wrote"
Cant prove it by me-" with q
Ihrug Of exasperating indifference.
Hooking her blue chiffon gown,
Helen ran into the library. Hastily
The scanned the book supplement,
{aved from last Sundays paper.
Yes, there it was-a half column
d. Shining Saints"-but not by
Harry Blair Wingott.
Quarter Of eight" called Warren.
What time we supposed to be
here"
"She didn't write Shining Saints"
low turning through literary
bonthly. "Oh, about nine. Dear, We
4 bust know what she wrote"
Don't worry, she'll let you know"
EIuttoning his best as he stood in the
toor. "Never met writer yet that
idn't spring something about their
asst book before you talk to 'em two
khinutes."
"But I'll feel so awkward If we
4 ont know. Here's what Mrs. Mer-
Yin says" taking a note from the
".Now dent fail to come as Mary
Blair Wingott will be here. She is
host interesting. You know what a
ensation her book has made.'"
"Huh. hope she's not going to read
Extracts from it. If she does, / make
speedy getaway. Sat through one
81 those authors readings-that'll
list me for some time"
"Oh, I'll call up Mrs. Dalton" Gag
Fly. 'She reads everything. Why
idn't I think of herr" fluttering to
he telephone.
The next moment she had Mrs.
Ralton on the wire.
"We're going to the Merwins' this
yening. Mary Blair Wingott's to be
here. Do tell me what she wrote.
oh, the Passionate Purple |!
les. remember the reviews. !
list spring? Thank you so
uch."
Passionate Purple" scoffed
1arren, as she turned from the
hone, They've runs in passionate
ickles.' Ha, ha, that'd make a peach
q title! How about Picked Pas
ons'? That's better STILL"
Nov. dear, when we get there, do
;. to be serious. Don't make any
feaks about writer's. And please don't
iok boredif she talks about her book.
lou should've seen your face that
me Irene Huntington read her
bems."
"Well, II this female starts reading
rom Passionate Purple, you won
Ave to worry about my FACET won't
there. Come on, want taxi"
mo, the car takes US right to the
prner. 1 wish I'd asked il she'd
ritten anything else. Oh, wasn't that
Passionate Purple filmed?"
IF it wasn't, it will be. That's a
Afe bet. They're not missing any
hing passionate in the movies"
When they reached the street, ig-
bring Helen's economical preference,
hailed a taxi, and they were soon
.awipg up before Royalton Court.
Shot up to the eighth floor, they
ere ushered into Mrs. Merwin's pre-
Entious ten-room and three-bath apart
ent. As they laid off their wraps,
e buzz of voices suggested q party
ell in progress. =.
Entering the large studio living
|om, lit by shaded lamps and candles,
ley were effusively greeted by Mrs.
erwin.
"Im so glad you could come: L
ant you to meet Mary Blair WIN
1T. You'll find her charming"
To be introduced to group OF
eople was, for Helen, always an en-
lrrassing ordeal. go.
An awkward woment OF smiling,
wing, and mumbling of names, and
e found herself seated near Mary
lair Wingott.
She was tall, thin. Strengthened.
ripping crystal eardrops, dropping
ack hair, and clinging jade green
elvet emphasized her trailing slim
SIS.
ayes. I'll have to 20 to Hollywood
ext month";" she rippled on, langnldly
wing her green feathered fan. 1.-The
sting director wants me to come
4 before he signs up all the parts"
"It'll make a wonderful film" glow
Mrs, Merwin. There's so much
amatic action. You're writing the
enario yourselfW -,
"Oh. no, l couldn't bother with
at" loftily, her fan waiting the
otto odor Of Chyrpe. Il can't give
EN- much time-the publishers are
shing me for my new book. l tod
v secretary today if they didn't stop
Funding me, I'd break all my con-
acts and go to Europe" =,
A nervous, youngish. gray-haired
tie woman, who had been listening
tn awed Difference, now leaned for
ard to ask.
Miss Wingott. do you Dictator
YOU write your rough copyT
This question launched the novelist
to a glib, voluble recital of how she
brked, her hours, her secretary, her
creations.
After lengthy uninterrupted flow
this egoistic, detailed self-analysis,
ellen glanced apprehensively at War
n. Her uneasiness increased as she
W his lower lip twitch-always a
I'm Of some caustic comment.
He was going to say something
nicali She tried to catch his eye,
It he was looking straight at Mary
lair Wingott as she continued her
Enutes self psycho-analysis.
"You haven't told us yet, Miss
Fingott, on what breakfast cereal you
your best creative work." he drawl-
with imperturable gravity.
Helen caught her breath, the blood