New Britain herald., 1927-02-24
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 l T suppose you think that was wonderful, but I think it was dirt cheap" she said. If MacCloud was sore at the poor kid why didn't he knock him down like man, instead of sending him off the set 1 just because ho was the director and could get away with it! If ] didn't need my seven-fifty a day, I'll bet I'd give him the banning of his life!"
 The extra man nodded in agree ment. Same here" he said. That guy MacCloud thinks he's Will Hays himself, now that he has a | picture to direct!"
 But no matter how they felt about Gus, Robbie was grateful to him and the warm thrilled little feeling in her breast stayed there all the rest of the afternoon.
 All during the hot afternoon while the portable studio piano ground out plaintive jazz melodies, and while Robbie went through her part as the night-blooming chorus girl, she kept thinking about Gus. No matter what Rosemary Riley and the extra man thought of him, he'd surely been good to her. She owed him her present job, and the job Roy Schultz was going to give ! her with a big fat salary attached to it; s15O a week looked like a small fortune to Robbie.
 At o'clock Gus decided to call it a day, and sent everybody off the set.
 When Robbie came down from her yellow and green dressing room. freshened by a shower and clothed in thin crisp white linen. he was waiting for her at the foot of the steps.
 He looked up at her with smile in his blue eyes-a pleading sort of smile.
 "Picnic supper?" he asked her ouizzically. Shall we have one out on the beach, like we used to a long time ago before the Span ish war;"
 Spanish war"' Robbie repeated with a laugh. "Why I wasn't born until after the Spanish war"
 Well, it seems that long since we had a picnic, anyway"
 And so they had one. They went to the Elite Shop and bought chicken sandwiches and ham sand wiches and little cakes with "squish" in them and frosting on top of them, and coffee in a big tall proud looking thermos bottle.
 They took it all out to the strip of golden beach beyond Santa l Monica, beyond the motor road. And they ate 1t, sitting on rug 1 of beach grass. with a solemn peli- can and three sea-gulls watching them hungrily.
 How did you happen to per suade Roy Schultz to give me that part in The King?'" Robbie asked. more for the sake of saying some- thing than for any real curiosity. Gus took half of chicken sandwich into his mouth before he answered her. well, he wanted to give it to Monica, but she wasn't pretty enough for the part-and ] told him so. I told him my girl was"
 But how about Monica? Wasn't she peeved about it?" Robbie asked, pretending not to hear that bit about "his girl"
 l Gus shook his head. She's 50 scared these days that she isn't worrying much about her career" he said. She's heard that Lottie Schultz Is going to name her as correspondent in her divorce case, and it doesn't do an actress any good to have mud slung at her these days. No sir-ee."
 He turned toward Robbie, wiping his hands on crumpled paper nap kin. The sun flashed on his gold wrist watch and his diamond ring as he did it, and for a second Bob- bic found herself wishing that he didn't wear things like that.
 Funny they never bothered me before," she thought, looking up at | him. His face was very close to hers, and the setting sun shone into his blue eyes.
 "Bobbie." he said, tits no use. I made up my mind I was all through with you three months ago, but I'm not. I have an idea I never will be, guess every man meets his Waterloo sooner or later and you're mine"
 ] Robbie shrank away from him. But Waterloo was a battle, not a woman," she said, trying to laugh and failing as she felt his arms go around her, drawing her closer and i closer.
 If you still want to marry me-" l he said, his mouth against her ear, 2 ...;.:e,,s. aks