Evening star., 1924-11-02

Berenson breaking away from a
group and turning toward the stairs.
Brenda had been playing madly with
Enoch Bennett. Ann wanted to ask
Brenda what she thought OF Ben
nett. He was exactly the kind Of
young man Brenda ought to marry
a man who had made SO much money
in real estate that he could afford
to indulge himself in a hobby like
| the theater. He was at the very
opposite pole from a graceful scamp.
Ann ran up the stairs to her bed
room. Brenda was powdering her
nose at AIMS dressing table.
"Well?" Ann said.
| Il like him." Brenda said. Her
mouth puckered as she examined her
reflection in the mirror. "Of course
she added, as she turned around, "he
admires himself"
| why shouldn't he?" Ann asked.
| Brenda walked over to the bed and
began to hunt in the great pile of
furs for her cape.
1T isn't the most engaging thing"
Brenda began and stopped short.
Heavens. Ann" she said, who's the
man that's parked himself in your
| bed?"
| Ann switched on the lights.
Dick Richards lay on the bed with
his arms around a pillow. his body
almost hidden in the wraps.
! How cute men look when they
pass out" Brenda said. She leaned
over Dick and took him by the shoul-
| der to shake him. But she did not
shake him. She sank on one knee
beside the bed and put her hand firm
ly on his forehead.
only he's not drunk" Brenda said
| Her fingers found his pulse Her
| face took on the abstracted look of
one who counts
Ann she said, after a moment,
have you got clinical ther-
mometer?"
| Ann rummaged in the bathroom
| ca binet.
Here you are" she said.
Brenda took the little glass tube
shook 1t down, and put IL in Dicks
mouth, under his tongue. He opened
! his eyes.
Keep your mouth shut" Brenda
said crisply. Dick shut his eyes.
After two minutes Brenda took the
| thermometer and held it under the
dressing table lamp.
! Hes got 1o4." she said to Ann.
Where does he live
Upstairs" Ann said.
Brenda bent and put her arm around
| Dicks shoulders. Come on" she
said, lets get him up there"
They carried him. protesting a lit
| tie. up to the rear studio.
| Now" said Brenda, you run down.
| stairs and see IL there's a doctor in
| the crowd, and tell Enoch Bennett
| that I'm staying here, so he needn't
wait for me-and, Ann, bring me my
cape"
WHEN Ann got back Brenda had
w undressed him and made the bed
| up hospital fashion.
NO DOCTORS" Ann said.
Brenda took her cape. put it on,
made herself comfortable in the NOR
ris chair. Look here" Ann said,
you aren't going to stay here?"
Il certainly am" Brenda said. TIL
get Williams on the phone as soon as
it's light. He'll need a nurse. too"
What about your job-tomorrow?"
Brenda was assistant editor of the
Consolidated Film Corporation.
"Tomorrow's Saturday" she said.
"I'll get in an hour before noon"
Wake me up at 10 o'clock" Ann
said. land I'll spell you"
"All right said Brenda.
Ann took a look around the bare
room. 1t was like any young artists
combined living-room and studio.
with drawing table under a power
full stand lamp. a pile of portfolios
in the corner. cheap alarm clock,
and half dozen books on the man
tel. and everything dusty. 1t SEEM
ed suddenly desolate to Ann. She
listened a moment to Dick Richards
labored breathing
Good night b." she said affection
ately to Brenda.
Good night, Ann" said Brenda.
Brenda awoke Ann the next morn
ing at 10. She had an enormous cup
of coffee in one hand and a small
pitcher of cream in the other. Ann
sat up, blinked, and took the coffee.
Brenda sat on the edge of her bed.
Hes got it all right" she said.
"What-influenza?"
pneumonia" Brenda answered.
"Williams came in about s. He says