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room. You were writing a lettel to Gus MacCloud. weren't. you?' she asked. accusingly. You saw that piece in the paper. l wa. afraid you would! That's why wanted you to come up here to. night-to keep you from seeing it I knew you'd be upset. But don't be, Bobbiel It would be the very best thing in the world if Gus did marry some wild scatterbrain like Monica Mont She'd keep him sc busy watching her that he wouldn't have any time to go advehturinE himself! Anyway. the story about their elopement isn't true, mos' likely. She probably made 1t up, just for the publicity she'd get out of it."
 Robbie smiled at her, her head to one side, "No matter what you may think. that letter wasn't writ ten to Gus, but to my old beau back home" she said very quietly
 Lottie gave her long look.
 "Well!' she cried at last, If you care enough about your old beau to write to him the day you hear Gus is going to Marry Monica Mont, I'm not going to do much worrying about you from now on' I guess you aren't half so smitten with Gus as you think you are.'
 The next week she went down to Laguna, where the You Should Worry" company was held up le- cause of rain. She took Jolly and Jollys Norwegian nurse with her and Robbie was jobless once more.
 "I can't think where the money goes" she said to herself one day toward the end of the week.
 She was sitting in a little boulevard tearoom having a mid day snack of tea and lettuce sand wich made with brown reducing bread. She was hot and tired and cross. She had been making the hopeless round of the studios, and her feet ached in her high-heeled sandals and stockings thinner than tissue paper.
 "Why don't I get a jeb?" she wondered, probably for the thou sandth time in the last three months. She took out her little vanity case, and looked at her face critically In it - rose-white skin. velvety brown eyes. smooth red lips, dimples little pale-gold curls around her ears.
 T know I'm pretty" she thought. But perhaps Gus was right. Per hops looks didn't count for half so much in this movie game as pull As having some man back of you to push you ahead, right up to the tep. Some man who loved you and who made love to yel=-
 She looked around her. She was not a bit prettier than some of the waitresses in the place. Pretty young things in gray velie with tiny white aprons and caps like white butterflies. Girls who, like herself once had been extra girls in the movies. And now they were waitresses. or clothes models, or ushers in Grauman's Egyptian theatet across the street.
 'I wonder what I'll be doing in six months" she thought drearily. and got up from the table.
 CHAPTER XIII
 Hollywood boulevard is never so lovely as it is in late afternoons when all the shop windows are aglitter in the lemon-colored sun light.
 It Is the hour when the most gayly dressed women in the world the Hollywood women-go stroll- ing along, colorful as flowers in q rose parade. Movie actresses with makeup clinging to their faces like bloom to a peach. Slender, lovely girls with wide eyes and heart shaped mouths, scarlet with rouge, and lovely legs in lustrous silk stockings. Handsome matrons, sweated and massagod to solid sienderness.
 The shop windows, themselves. had never seemed so alluring to Robbie as they did on this particu- lar February afternoon as she walked aleng-just as lovely and just as slim and graceful as any girl on the boulevard.
 Why is it that things always seem so much more wonderful when you haven't any money 10 huv them ?'' she wondered. stop