New Britain herald., 1927-03-01
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 Robbie Ransom, little blond school teacher, is movie struck, and wildly eager to get into motion pictures. Neither her widowed father nor Andy Jerrold, who wants 10 marry her, will lend her the money to take her 10 Hollywood. But she borrows $500 from the Widow Parkins. who is going to be her fathers second wife, and goes 10 Hollywood.
 At Mrs. MaAgan's boarding house she meets Stella Delroy, an extra girl Through S.elll she gets q few days work at the Magnirica Studios. where Roy Schultz, a great director, takes a brief interest in her. She be comes good friends with Lottie, his wife. who is violently jealous of 3 screen COmediaune named Monica Mont.
 The assistant director, Gus Mac Cloud, falls in love with Robbie, and she with him. When her money and her courage run low, he lends her money on q bracelet sent her at Xmas by Andy Jorrold and he promises her q good part in his next picture.
 Then Robbie begins 10 hear queer stories about him. Stories of 2 love affair between him and Mon ica, between him and Stella, who presently kills herself by drinking poison He has a wife, too. and when she divorces him he keeps the fact a secret; and Robbie hears of 1t from Lottie Schultz. Lottie planes him for first taking Roy out to the wild" parties at Men ica's little flat, too.
 Finally he offers her part in q film he is to make. But Bobbie, marriage to her in spite of his vio- lent love-making. refuses it and goes 10 work in a hook store on Hollywood boulevard. He finds her three weeks later and gives her part in a picture of his, purely as business arrangement But after few days work they find themselves back on the old lole-making basis and become engaged. Robbie writes to Andy and tells him.
 Lottie Schultz, separated from Roy, threatens to divorce him and cause q great scandal. Monica gets herself engaged to q Ted Piper in a hurry. and Lottie warns Robbie not to marry Gus and live the kind of life she has lived with Roy. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER LNI
 The first thing Robbie did when she walked into Mrs. Mangans house that night was 10 look through the letters piled on the hall table.
 There was none for her.
 That's funny" sine said to her self before she realized that she couldn't possibly have an answer to her letter yet, Why, shed only written to him few hours ago.
 She was starting up the stairs when the door that led to the kitchen opened and Mrs, Mangan came out. wpi0g her hands on her apron,
 T thought I heard you, dearic," she said with her smile tha' wasn't really a smile but just slackenine of the worried look she always wore.
 "A little package came for you today" she went on, talking o"er her shoulder as she vanished into the darkcned living room, and l put it up here on the mantcl for you, so that no harm should come 10 it. think it's from the Man Back Home"
 She said the last words coyly, She always called Andy Jerrold the Man Back llome,' and she said moreover that she had fallen in love with the picture of him on Boobies dresser.
 NOW, what do you suppose hes sent this time?' sine asked curious lr, as she handed the girl small square brown-paper package. "Thcy always say nice things come in small packages. Shall I cut the string?' She had q pairing knife in her hand, all ready to do it..
 But Robbie slowly shook her shining blond head that gleamed like raw gold under the hail light. She hid the package down on the hall table.
 T think I'll have 10 send it back unopened Mrs. Mangan,' she said, her breeding eyes on Andy's hand writing across the front of the parcel
 She went on upstairs, and picked up Andy's photograph from her dresser. She held if in her hands and spoke to it from her heart
 'Why do you keep on sending me things, Andy Jerrold? Why don't you forget all about me? Don't you know t upsots me to get things from you? To sec your handwriting on envelopes and packages and things"
 She never stopped to wonder why 1t was that the very sight of Andy Jcrrolls writing should up set her and make her blu" and homesick and ionosome-lonesome for what and whom? She didn't know. She just knew that she vas awfully. awfully blue as she stood there ir Mrs. N1ngans room, slip ping into her little pink bungalow apron.
 And when she went downstairs 10 the clean and shining kitchen Mrs. Mang&n had made a little pot Of fragrant green tea and q little plate of piping hot MeIba toast, that mood of utter loneliness and melancholy was still on her like q black garment.
 "Oh, Mrs. Man@an, weren't you nice to fix that for me- she cN- claimed when she saw the modest little feast spread out at one end oe the snow-whi,e kitchen table.