New Britain herald., 1927-01-31

you do it."
 With her heart beating suffoca'
 ingly. Robbie ran around to th
 back of the set.
 She had q sudden horror of dane
 ing out between the red velvet cur
 tains before all those strange peo
 ple-before the girls at the table
 and the electricians and camer
 men. But most of all she dreade'
 the yes of MacCloud. She coul
 see him. from between the curtains
 standing to one side of the set
 arms folded, eyes intent, waiting
 for her.
 "All right, come ahead!" sang ou
 Roy Schultz, and she got up on he1
 toes and danced out between th' curtains. inwardly thanking Aun | Gertrude for her two years in 1 dancing class, years before. wher she was little girl. She pushed the curtains aside with a trembling hand, and stood | before them poised like a wind blown flower. All the light on the set seemed suddenly to focus itself upon her little figure upon the brown eyes blazing in dead-white face, and upon the real gold hair Now, don't get nervous Do your stuff" said low voice nearby, and Robbie knew it for MacCloud' s voice. Not harsh and cold now. hut encouraging and kind.
 She "did her stuff" She gave Joan Joyce a startled pitying look, put up hand to her lips, and van- ished behind the curtains again.
 'Fine." called Schultz. Now, do it again, Miss Ransom"
 The cameras began to grind. and Robbie did the whole thing over ing filmed now. That she was actu- ally taking part in a real screen play, at last.
 And she was as happy as a child, speaking piece at school. She looked like a child, instead of a twenty -two-y year-old woman, when she vanished behind the curtains for the last time. Her eyes were wide and shining. her lips half parted. and she gave herself fool ish little hug of pure happiness as she hurried back to the barrel where she had been sitting.
 Monica came over to her, her eyes glnting between their slant ing lids.
 What did MacCloud say to you while ago when you told him you'd walk off the set?" she asked.
 It was a second before Robbie could remember She was still walking on air.
 "Oh, yes." she said dreamily after a moment. He begged my pardon for talking to me the way he did. That was all"
 That was enough. He never begs anybody's pardon" Monica answered. "He treats most of us around here like floor-boards. You must have made a strike with him."
 It certainly began to look lik. it. For that afternoon when Bob. bic walked out of the studio, there he was waiting for her in a long cream colored roadster!
 Drive you home?" he asked
 She nodded, and jumped into the car.
 I'm going to have supper with cb p,,II down into the soft low seat, "but she didn't say anything about talk ing me home. so I guess it's all right if I go with you." She smiled up at him.
 There is no Lovers Lane in All the young couples who want to be alone drive up into the hils-that is, if they happen to have q car.
 wood. Roads wind over them, and every now and then Spanish house perches there high above the town. But for the most part there are only real estate dealers signs and loneliness.
 It was up into the hills that Mac Cloud drove his long cream -colored car that afternoon.
 Up and up they went. Around | and around the white roads-roads so narrow that Robbie shut her eyes and caught her breath some times when they rounded a curve sharply, and seemed for second | to be in mid-air.
 The sun had gone down, and | lights began 10 blossom out in the town below them. They lay there like fallen stars-golden and placid.
 The wind, bringing with 1t the salt smell of the Pacific, tugged at | Hobbies hat and scarf. and ruff fled up the gold ends of her hair. 1
 Fourteen karat" said MacCloud, l glancing at her.
 "What?"
 "Your hair" he answered. Its the first real gold hair I've seen for years. No white-henna for a lI"ii3S' 'i lllNtll dHy llldhC- Up on, either. have youc"
 She shook her head. She had | aken off every scrap Of it with ,old cream, in the dressing room tt Nagnifica.
 You could stand a little color 'n your mouth" he said. and she ave q gasp of surprise.
 "What?" she asked.
 MacCloud laughed. "I don't ,now why-but like to see a girls ace made up. Maybe it's because m used to it. But girl appeals o me more when she looks a lit le artificial"
 Queer taste" thought Robbie. though she knew that touch of makeup made her feel a lot bet CT. More well-groomed somehow. But for man to feel that way bout it,
 Suddenly, something that Andy errold had once done popped into Ter mind. She had started out for drive with him, and away out in e !