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we go," Gloria cried gaily. reck- lessly. she was too excited to care! Too excited 10 think!
 She simply couldn't believe that this man beside her was the great Bob Lingsrd, whose name was known from one end of the country 10 the other Surely 1t must be a dram. -.
 Well, then we'll go to place where we can have private din- ing-room," Lingard said. "A place where we can talk. ., want 10 tell you about the new show I'm putting on next season, Miss Cor dono."
 He tucked her hand under his own on the driving wheel, as the gray car slid Into motion.
 Glorias head whirled. A new show. Was Lingard going 10 give her job in it? It sounded that way.
 She leaned back and drew sigh of happiness. The night wind lifted the little curls that edged her fore head. She closed her eyes. She did not see the queer, side-wise look that Lingard turned on her as she lay back against the soft leath- CT cushion.
 -. An. this was something like 1t! - she thought.
 To be rolling along in this purr- ing car with a man who could give her a career!
 She felt she was stepping into new world. She sighed with the sudden joy Of living. This was the sunrise after the darkness of the last two weeks!
 Gloria had never been In pri- yate dining room before in all her fife.
 Queer little room" she mur- mured.
 She felt unreal .i az if she were part of dream. AS if the bright, little room with its mirrors and its red carpet was the back ground of a dream.
 But the food, when it came, was real enough. Gloria ate greedily. She was halt-starved after her week of coffee and sandwiches.
 The dinner came 10 an end at last. Lingard leaned back in his chair and stirred the highball the waiter had mixed for him. He was silent. Gloria felt uneasy under his steady gaze.
 She had never looked lovelier in her life than she did that night. Her face was thinner worn down to the last expression of its girlish comeliness by the misery Of the last two weeks. And against the pearl of her skin, her mouth was like q red nasturtium.
 Lingard leaned forward and took her hands where they lay on the table-clom, in his. He stroked the silky palms.
 You look like an old sweetheart ! of mine back in the little Ohio town where grew up, Gloria Gordon" he said suddenly. Ever since you came into my office the other day, , I've been thinking about you. Your face has stuck in my mind for the last four or five days and I see lot of girls in four or five days"
 There was long pause. Then Lingard went on.
 This new show of mine Is called Morning Glory" he said. T want to get together a brand-new chorus l for 1t . none of the girls that Broadway has seen before. I want new faces, faces fresh as morning glories, for it. ." l
 He stopped and lighted a thick cigar,
 'I think that, with three months training, I could make you into q pretty nifty chorus girl. But you'd have 10 work. and work hard!" he said. How about it?" .
 Gloria was scarcely breathingg She trembled with excitement.
 I've made many an actress out of nobody in my time" Lingard went on. "A good show and plenty of advertising will make any girl a star, overnight. All she needs is the looks |. and you've got 'em. be- lieve me! I could always fall for a redhead. kid."
 His voice, grew suddenly thick. He got up from his chair. With the eyes of dove that watches the ap- proach of serpent, Gloria watched Lingard come around the table to- ward her.
 He put one Of his big hands un- der her chin, tilting her face up toward him. Gloria struggled hard not to be afraid. After all, what could happen. .... ?
 I'm going to put you across as the liTest chorus-girl in America" !" Lingard said. How about it?"
 It took all of Gloria's courage to smile up at him, But she did - ravishingly.
 Lingard pulled her suddenly to