Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-07

" IGl1T times week. for two
L weeks. Jane had stood batheC
In a roseate glow, while Tommy
IL Baird, pseudo son of flts
burgh steel baron, held her in
his arms and assured her that. along
with the dawn OF love. a new day
was breaking This. he had predicted,
would be fair and warmer. as it were.
with all their troubles at an end. The
first time Jane had been almost per
ssuaded that the prophecy would prove
true. Toward the end of that Inflated
fortnight. she had known otherwise
The thing was 4 flop. So was life.
And so was she. She had had a cold,
Il nose that had TO be powdered every
80 seconds. and. on the night that
Tommy ducked out. 23S bones that
uched-hoth solo and in chorus.
This had been in May Now it was
June. The pseudo Tommy Baird.
whose real name was Tommy Blair,
was now in an insane asylum. Jane
would have been glad to hear that
he was in a straight Jacket. But appar-
emily he wasn't.
Tommy. as usual. wasn't even down
hearted.
Having a wonderful time and wish
you were here" he had written her.
Note the address we'll, but don't
ErieNe Tor me. just I'VE your oN II
life always. my dear"
Jane had all but surrendered 10 an
impulse that would have left his letter
in shreds. But curiosity had inn
PEELED her on.
Il hope to recover my reason and
he permitted to leave here the latter
part of August" his letter had gone
on I'm the meantime, won't YOU
drop me a line and tell me how YOU
and your poor old pins are these
days."
This Jane had no intention of do
ing, although she sat on the beach,
apparently studying her pins.
They were not old pins. They were,
to the contrary, young and commend
able pins, sheathed in silk, with we'll
turned ankles which flowed into what
had once been trim pumps. They
the pumps-had seen better days,
however
But. then, so had Jane.
Back of her, a quarter Of mile,
stood the Gull Point Inn. Although
this was June, the inn had but one
guest. That was Jane, registered as
Jane West, New York City"
If anybody had suggested that New
York was not James home address,
she would have shrugged. The world
felt, and she was more interested in
what her next address might be than
in present or past addresses.
This was OF immediate concern.
Room and board at the inn required
SIS a week from those who enjoyed
its hospitality-or endured it.
y; x y =
co far, Jane had endured it. She
~ would not, she realized I've forced
TO much longer. This being Saturday,
a bill for SIS would be forthcoming.
She had less than SO She had no
other assets to speak of. but she was
conscious Of several liabilities.
Chief among these were the rem
n:ints OF the cold that had laid hold
of her during the two weeks Tommy s |
play had run. For it was only on |
the stage that Tommy, essaying the /,
part of masculine lead to keep down |
the overhead on his own production |
Of his own play. had ever breathed |
romance in her ear.
The only other time that Tommy |
had shown any symptoms in that di- |
rection Jane had set him straight.
II want you as a friend" she had |
told him. I'm not interested in being |
in love. or at playing at being in love.
Why can't we just be pals-Good |
pals?
Just as you say" he had &C
guessed.
They had continued to be pals
good pals. Jane would have said then. |
Tor though she could not, this June /
morning. even think of Tommy with |
out setting her teeth in way that /
suggested that he was fortunate in |
being anywhere but there, she had |
once esteemed him highly.
AS a friend. Of course.
They had met at one Of those |
shindigs such as one may stroll into |
almost any afternoon in the environs |
OF Washington Square. Eye had |
spoken to eye, as eyes will, and they !
had got off to a flying start. When |
the studio tea was over he had craved |
the boon Of transporting her to her |
hotel
At that time. Jane had still been |
young--a mere 23-and she had had |
her health, $1,000, and an ambition |
that could have matched Caesars.
Jane was going to become great |
actress SO much Tommy had learned |