The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-11-27
By Eleanor Meherin
ns Biggest and Best Story Of
Her Career.

one hesltafed, but two or three
giris coming out from the school
we're now sharply observing. Max
oook her arm and led her to the
en-
She was both hot and uncertain,
even q little dizzied by the quick
Excitement flashing in her
thoughts. Her eyes met his with
IN unsteady appeal.
Come. SIS" he said. impetuous-
y. Tim against myself more than
you are, Honest to Gawd! We're
guing 70 have the real thing in in
teilectual cOmpanionship. / want
you % help me with story, viii
youg-
Ne? Why. couldn't-Why-
oh. you're just kidding me"
Il am not; I've got one about
rsady and 1 want you to look 1T
Orsr-help me with the tipping.
But. most OF all. l want you to
En- me n I've got the inside hop
On q girfs thoughts when the girl
q about 10 ="
We're not all alike. though
This giri is a Nora Lee. so
your verdict viii CO."
she laughed and her heart
swelled with pride. Oh, perhaps a
ahining future for her even now?
They drove up a winding, cob
~ hill-very steep. Max had
rSnts.1 q little house for the sum-
~ II was on one Of the high
81 and most secluded streets in
ehe eity-a short. secretive avenue
nat came triumphantly. yet
nrtIe fearful. out from Sutro's
f1reNt to look out with wide,
ersam-fiIled eyes upon the city.
u hrOught the sylvan quiet and
Whispering music OF the wood
hnfs with Il; alOof yet inviting;
a.nlsted yet friendly. like a shy,
saeer nymph coming out from
the trees 20 gaze winningly to-
ward the world
he house Max had taken chung
q the very edge OF the cliff. The
erees rose above tia little brown
ahinEied plare. shrinking from the
eurb ans plunging three. stories
osun into the precipitous. woods,
hanEfnE us windows in the very
Gce % DiablO and the Rising
ean-
Vera Lee had never been here
bsfore- Two girls in khaki tramp
ng hreeehes and pongee blouses
aauntered past-like dwellers in a
virEin wilderness. They struck
bnldly into the forest as though
~ dim trails were familiar
haunts- she thought of stories
- Greenwich Village. The girls
nui<ht have stepped from the
TaEss- Only here was a real set
tinE for Bohemia scene of
enchanfment with the MASSEY
trees coming right into the
gardens and a carefree sunny Tilt
= the very air.
An Invitation.
Vel. aren't you ever going to
80 Out7 You're going to type it
fr me. aren't your" He saw her
esnfuzed hesitation. was puzzled.
Then he laughed: ''Oh. didn't
ysa expect to come in? I'm not
IN oEre. really I'm not-you're
perfectiy safe. sisr'
Wen IL you happen to be a
vIlain. the windows are high. 1
gppo@ can do as Rachael
ehreafened in IvanhOe-jump!
-rouu be more apt to scream
becsuse q duIlness than to jump
because % frenzy"
ref for an this chatter, her
hxeath jsrked and the blood flew
. nf1ls wilding in her veins as
- followed him.
Max opened the door on a
Grnnf. rough roam with staIwart
hs1nls showing IN the high ceiling;
rirh eutsrs ON the floor; sunlight
euurhlng a faded tapestry. flirt.
Eg oser the reds and greens in
g. thousand books that lined the
Uans
IN the far corner. at right an
- utth q vast window was a
h-nE eable c1uttered with papers.
Hsrs we're two typewriters.
rhere's your chair. Miss Stone.
! hepe you're competent"
-Fery- I'm AZ the head Of the
49, clas-in tipping. I mean"