New Britain herald., 1927-01-24
you here where I can see you"

He turned, and put his hands on her shoulders. The line of his jaw had sharpened, and his nostrils were quivering.
 Look here, Bob, you know I'd cut off my right hand and give it to you If you wanted it, don't you?' he asked, and went on:
 But don't ask me to lend you this money. You don't really want to be a movie actress. You're just unhappy here with your aunt, and you want to get away. l know that's all that's wrong. If you'd marry me and let me take you away I could make you happy. I'm making good money now, and I'm going to make more as time goes on. We could buy a bungalow, or something"
 The same old story. thought Robbie impatiently. Andy was al- ways begging her to marry him and settle down to cut-and dried wifehood. Couldn't he make up his mind to the, fact that she would never be satisfied with that sort of thing? That she had ambition that wouldn't let her be satisfied with a hum-drum life?
 She had told him so time and time again, just as she had told her father and Aunt Gertrude that she wanted career of her own the career of screen star.
 She shook her head.
 Andy, you don't seem to under stand how serious I am about this, v she said to him. Tonight my father told me that my mother was always wanting to go on the concert stage when she was alive. r ~haps that's what's the matter ! - me. Perhaps I inherited her ! desire for make-believe things" She leaned close to him so that the warm fragrance of her clean perfumed hair floated up to his nostrils. Her face was close tc [ him, but she was not looking al ] him.
 Instead, her dark dashed eyes were on the moonlit sky.
 ! Andy" she said huskily, "yor ! see those stars up there? Well i they aren't stars to me. They lool i like electric lights 10 mc-electrit ! lights out in front of some moving i picture show somewhere. AnG { they spell my name the way it vii | be spelled some day-in electric lights, Robbie Ransom, the Queer i of the Screen"
 Andy grunted. "You talk" he TO marked. ''as if you had a brair three ounces lighter than a feather 1 What chance have you to brea( f into the movies? Suppose you dit go out to Hollywood-you'd b. only one girl in whole town ful of pretty girls. and besides tha you're almost twenty-three year old. Most of these movie stars art young kids of sixteen or so---''
 Don't make me laugh." Bobbi' cut in, furiously. She was gettin, angry now. T know just how olt all of the screen stars are, right t the days! I know better than vol do. And besides, you just tolc me you knew I'd make good il pictures if I ever got a chance q :, them. You've forgotten that" ] Andy was silent for a moment Then he stood up, stretched him self with his hands in the pocket |; ;n rl VI, | spoke:
 Come on, let's cut out all thi scrapping and go down to Els worth's for a soda. What's the us of fussing about something yo don't really want to do. I'll bet ] you had chance 10 break into tn movies, you'd back out at the las minute. You'd get cold feet. sur as fate"
 "You think so?" asked Robbie following him down the front steps
 She climbed into his used" ca, and they started off toward Els worths and two chocolate ic cream sodas.
 On the way they passed Locus street school. With its drawn ye low shades, and locked doors looked stark and forbidding in th moonlight. Not at all the way
 would look in another month whe an army of little girls and boy would come marching back to
 from their summer vacation.
 And I suppose I'll be there. to
 ready to teach the first-rcade
 room again. thought Robbie.
 ''It seems silly to think that fiy
 hundred measly little dollars ca
 keep me from doing the thing
 want 10 do, doesn't it?" she aske
 aloud of the man beside her
 When I think of all the none
 I've made the last two years, an
 the wev I've let it slip through m
 fingers" she went on with sigl