New Britain herald., 1927-02-09

all right with me-"
 He walked out of the house. and through the open door she heard him get into his car and start the motor. It nummed on. She knew he was waiting for her to come.
 She ran upstairs to the guest room with it's walls and draperies of ashes -of-roses, and its long mir TOTS, and lace-hung dressing table.
 She wondered now if Gus's sis ter really had furnished the house for him. or if his wife had done it.. Perhaps she had lived here with him in Hollywood, in this very house.
 She ran out of it, and got into the car. The drive home was over in a few minutes, for Gus drove like a madman--just as he had driven that first night when they had gone up into the hills. He cut corners, took them on two wheels, and dashed up Las Palmas street as if Satan were behind him.
 Goodnight" Robbie said to him breathlessiy, as she got out. But he was gone almost as soon as her feet touched the ground - gone with a roar and a rush.
 And gone for good. suppose v Robbie said to herself as she watched the car vanish around the corner. She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or to cry. But she did both as she went up Mrs. Mangan's polished stairs and across the clean bare hall into her room.
 The next day she happened to bump into Lottie Schultz.
 She was on her way to a jewellers shop on the boulevard to sell one of Aunt Gertrude's dull old diamonds when she saw her walking along just ahead of her.
 She was all in white, and every thing about her was trim and per feet Under her snow-white felt helmet, her hair was dark and shin ing. Her wool cape was spotless, and her white shoes were spotless, too.
 Robbie liked the way she swung along, the neat way she set her feet down on the pavement, the way she looked eagerly from shop windows to peoples faces. She looked so interested, so alive.
 It was easy to see how she could hold Roy Schultz no matter how many blondined flappers might come his way in the studios.
 She turned suddenly to drop some coins into a Santa Claus box on a corner, and it was then that she saw Robbie.
 "Oh, hello!' she said In her bright pleasant voice, and caught her hands in her own white-gloved ones. I'm out Christmas shopping. What are you doing?"
 I'm selling diamonds" Robbie laughed back at her. She didn't feel particularly happy. Indeed, she felt very unhappy because she had to sell one of the stones, but it was impossible to be blue in the face of Lottic Schultz's gayety and sweetness.
 Selling diamonds? What on earth do you mean?" Mrs. Schultz asked, and as they walked along to- Gether Robbie told how her money lad gone, dollar by dollar.
 Lets see the brooch" she said then, and Robbie handed it to her. She looked at it, turning it over and over in her gloved fingers.
 Look here" she said at last, glancing up at Robbie, you won't get much for this. It's worth a lot, but the stones have that old fashioned cutting. Why don't you let me lend you some money on it?"
 But Robbie shook her golden head. Mo- she wasn't going to let Roy Schultz's wife lend her money, out of her charity. She was going to stand on her own feet. Her hat was still in the ring. and she could still go it alone.
 ''If only l could get some steady work" she said to herself when