New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-02-21

! and unhappy. she got up and wen
out to a tea-shop. But she had nj
appetite for the thin Melba toas
and hot chocolate with whipped
cream afloat on the top Of it.
Her appetite was gone. Her pei
was gone. and all her ambition
seemed to have oozed out at thu
ends of her finger-tips. She could
think OF only two things she want.
ed to do-tell Gus MacCloud jus,
what she thought Of him, and Their
hop the first train home.
She felt hurt and sore around
the region of her heart. and won
dered If the feeling could be heart.
ache" or inconsistencies.
I'D 60 home tomorrow II
hadn't sworn I'd stay six months
more" she told herself, lying In
bed on Saturday morning.
There was the date-August the
Sth-written In indelible pencil on
the flowery paper of her bedroom
Six months-August the Sth. She
Just wouldn't stir from Hollywood
until them! She'd made up her
mind not to, and there was strain
of stubbornness under Bobbie's
tender, gentle charm.
And 1t was a case Of do or die
with her now!
She'd show Gus MacCloud what
she could do without him. And
she'd show Andy, too-Andy and
his red-headed stenographer. She'd
show everybody.
Feeling as il her back was
against the wall. and she had the
whole world to lick, Bobbie jumped
out OF bed. stuck her white naked
feet into her shabby pink satin
slippers, and started to get
dressed.
TN go down to the Central Cast
ing office and just blackjack a job
out of EN-" she swore to herself.
And on my way I'll take that
Gretchen costume down to Magni-
flea. I won't have 1t in the house a
day longer!"
CHAPTER L
On Saturday afternoon at one
o'clock, Bobbie carried the Gretch-
en- costume back to the wardrobe
mistress of the Magnitica Studios.
She went then because it was
the time when Gus MacCloud was
usually eating his lunch. She didn't
want him to see her. She didn't
want to see him - and yet, some
how, she longed to see him. Like
most women in love. she didn't
know just how she did feel about
him.
IT'S terrible to be in love with
a man. and yet to hate him at
the same time" she told herself as
she started up the narrow unpaint-
ed stairs that led to the wardrobe.
At the top she bumped into Roy
Schultz. At first he didn't see her.
He was coming along, head down,
cap pulled over his eyes. hands
stuck into the pockets of his
Knockers. And he was whistling
very softly to himself, the way peo-
pie do when they are thinking
hard.
Hello, Bob" he said when he
saw her, and started to pass her
without another word or a smile.
Then suddenly he swung around,
and caught her arm. Wait a min
ute. want to talk to you a
minnie Where were Won
Sunday night"
Sunday night" thought Bob
bic. where was I on Sunday
night?"
"Oh, yes, I went over to Mon
ica's," she was beginning aloud,
but she had company"
Remember that, will you?" he
asked sharply. stopping her. IF
Lottie asks You anything about
last Sunday night. just remember
you were with Monica that night,
will you?"
Bobbie did not answer. She
didn't want to tell Lottie Schultz a
lie. lust in order to shield Roy
and Monica. If Roy had spent
Sunday evening at Monica's flat.
She wasn't going to try to keep
Lottie from knowing it! She
wasn't going to help pull the wool
over Lottie's clear kind brown
eyes. Lottie was her friend.
why, Roy, l wasn't at Monica s
house for more than n minute" she
said coldly. She said that Gus
MacCloud was going to have sup
per with her so I didn't even sit
down. If Lottie asks me about It.,
I'll have to tell her just that, I'm
afraid
She looked fearlessly and frankly
into his eyes, that always had
struck her as being so friendly and
wise. and saw the look of trouble
in them.
"All right, dare say you're
right" he said, and went on down
the stairs.
She looked after him. What
trouble had Monica got him ;nto
now, she wondered. And why would
a. man Will vile tlhS lsOllle,
bother with a cheap little flapper
like Monica Mont? Men We're puz-
zlcs. They seemed actually to pre-
fer jazzy silly little good-for- moth
inGs. who knew how TO paint and
drink and wise crack, to fine sensi-
BILE women like Lottic Schultz.
There was a low common streak
in all men. It seemed.
She opened the door of the ward
robe department and went in. The
wardrobe mistress was a high
rosed aristocrat Of a woman who
had seen better days. She was al
ways dressed in stunning black.
and looked as If she ought to be
pouring tea at an afternoon party
instead of looking after the Mag
mica Studios wardrobe.
And where did you get this"
she asked Robbie haughtily. and
Eer sharp chin went up. This
costume belongs here. How did
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