Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-07-11
WEDLOCKED
BY HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR.

would you mind taking off your
hat, so that l can see the shape or
your head?"
Nan was beautiful with hat, but
without one, and her broad forehead.
with it's widows peak showing, she
, was breath-taking.
Usually the artist would simply
stare at her loneliness. Then he
would invariably say:
"Of course, l can use YOU" and he
would whip out a little black note
book and take here telephone number.
Nan lived in a cheap little apart
ment on the outskirts Of Greenwich
Village. She cooked her breakfasts
and most Of her dinners on a two
burner gas stove. What pleasure she
had came from outside. through peo-
pie who were kind to her; and there
were quite a few Of these.
One afternoon, when she had been
| posing for Duncan Malcolm, very
| charming woman had dropped in.
She, too, exclaimed at Mans ectraor-
binary beauty, and she sat and
watched the giru pose, while she
smoked cigarette after cigarette.
When Nan finished, she sugfigested
taking her home in a taxi.
You look tired"
friendship developed between herself
and Helen Sheridan, who had plenty
of money and was bored with the
people in her own set.
SO that, on occasions, Nan was in
vited here and there.
She couldn't afford to spend much
money on clothes: but somehow it
didn't seem to matter, and it was at
a dinner given by Helen Sheridan
that she met Martin Lee.
Nan wasn't stupid; she wasn't the
beautiful and dumb type at all.
She could talk intellgently on most
subjects, but Martin Lee didn't care
whether she talked or not. He didn't
see her until they were all seated at
| the table, and then he opened his
mouth and quickly closed it again.
Across the table he saw the most
| incredibly beautiful girl he had ever
| beheld in his life. She looked like a
| Madonna. So few women could wear
| their hair like that: it required a
| hawless profile. Utterly obliviOus to
| the woman who was his dinner part
ner, he stared at Nan across Tiffany
| bowl filled with yellow tea roses until
| his eyes drew her and she looked at
him. only to flush scarlet and turn
away.
/ Alter UlIlIlPF ne WAS pIeSeIltcu W
| her, and they sat and talked for a
| time. She liked him at once. He was
| about 40, with hair that was already
CRAVING at the temples. His eyes
We're very deeply set under heavy
| brows. He looked clever. Later
| Helen told Nan that he was one of the
| biggest corporation lawyers in the
| country.
She looked at Nan closely as she
vouchsafed this information; but, al
though the girl seemed interested, she
wasn't unduly impressed.
| Helen and Nan had often talked
| about such things as love and ro-
nance and marriage, and Helen knew
| Mans ideas in a general way. She
| believed absolutely in love. She
could no more bring herself to like a
man because he had money than she
could throw herself into the river.
But Helen couldn't help thinking,
as she talked to Nan, that it would be
a marvellous thing if the girl could
fall in love with Martin Lee. He was
| rich, good-looking and he had power.
| He was director in one of the big
gest railroads in the country. Nan
had swept him off his feet, too. But
beyond a certain point Helen did not
dare to go with Nan. The girl had
reticences. When she felt that she
was being pumped for information OF
any kind she would shut up like a
little clam. That enchanting face of
hers would assume an almost naughty
| look.
Yes, Nan liked Martin Lee; but she
knew at once, as most girls do, that
she could never love him. And when
she discovered, as she did almost al
once. that he was in love with her
she was disturbed by it.
Copyright. 1927
Continued in tomorrow's Starr