The Bozeman courier., 1926-06-18
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sibility, was not a man to trife with on
the set.
But he was looking at Peanut, and his
eyes were oddly sOft-almOst as though
they had tears I'm them. When she faced
him, they stayed a long minute, looking
deeply into each others eyes.
IAN right" said the man, with a smile
on his dark, thin face, Everybody made uBI
and on the set at nine tomorrow. Is that
all right, Peanut2"
"I think it win be fine" said Peanut,
judiciOusly, and she walked off the set with
much dignity, her stiff little skirts stand
ing straight behind her and showing sew
eral inches Of much filled tights.
Elsie had seen all that but she knew
nothing else about Peanut. There was no
reason why she should. Probably none
really knew anything about her except
Bobby Ross, who liked her rather more
than well. He had asked her once how she
happened to know so much about babies
and why she had come to Hollywood.
Peanut looked at him a minute, her head
tipped on one side. There are too many
women in France" she said. Her English
was improving with the unbelievable rapid
! 1ty which French women show in master
| ing languages, but the fascinating, slurr-
/ ing, odd accent was still there. / got
chance 20 come over and say, yes Surely.
1t is very hard now to earn money in
France. And / must help feed my little
brothers and sisters. We have a family.
Ma fol. l tell you so. Here you do not
know such famiies-five littler now as me.
/ Such cute little ones. And the father-gOne
in the war. Why should I not come to
HOllywOOd2 All over the world, all girs
want to come to Hollywood. And I make
much money here"
"YOu mean you send home money to
your folks out Of even-fifty a day2
/ But why not, BObby2 1 need so little.
And now you take me out and buy me a
big dinner, eh? One big dinner, he lasts
quite a long time. should say so. Then I
do not have to spend my money. And /
tell you something. Tomorrow night you
buy me some things what 1 tell you and
n come up to my-apartment. I have a stove
there. 1t is not much of a stove that is
true. These gas stOves-they are so uncer-
tain. First it gO-Bhut, like that" Peanut
made a gesture like a small sky-rOcket
then it Cocoon, like that. One cannot
cook too well on that kind Of a stove. But
4 do my best, eh?" She sparkled at him
merrily.
She did not add that she made all heI
lOWn clothes and even her hats Bobby
: would not have believed her anyway. He
didn't know any girls who made their OWL
clothes or who, by the mere changing Of
t a rose from the front to the back, could
IprOduce two separate and distinct hats OF
her and the sparkle and the mischief.
] After a while, Of course, he made love Il
] her after the direct fashion of his kind
She was a glorious cOquette. Bobby Ross
D in his position as assistant director to th'
e great director, knew something about wO
e men, and very little Of it was good. And ht
{ was amazed at the end Of an evening witt
] Peanut to find that he had enjoyed himsel
immensely but that he had not progressed
e one bit. He had been dazzled and amused
e and he had not so much as kissed Pea
nuts saucy, provoking little mouth. Sh
r knew the value of laughter, did Peanut.
But once, when he had taken her down t.
D the beach in his snappy sport roadster ant
S had danced with her through an entire ev
u ening Of thrObbing jazz and sOftened light
?, and then, on the way home, had been a
' last really insistent, he had seen a ney
Y Peanut o, an entirely new Peanut.
t First she had slapped him, a quick
e hard, stinging little slap.
|, 80" she said in a royal rage, like
small, fluffy kitten splitting at a masti1
= Bobby Ross was six feet two and ha
Y carried the best pair Of shoulders in hi
: regiment-'sO that is it, eh?" You thin