New Britain herald., 1927-02-25

His lips moved as he spoke, and
then Lottie said something, She
said it very quietly and quickly.
Then she got up from the table,
and jolly got up, too. Together
| they went out.
! For a second Bobbie thought that
he was going to follow them. He
stood by the table, with his head
| turned as he looked after them.
Then he came back to his own
table and sat down.
! Monica glared a. him with those
eyes of hers that could look like
! points of blue steel when she was
angry.
"Wel, I hope you're satisfied"
she snapped out, now that you've
made fool of yourself! If you
want that wife of yours"
| Just leave my wife out of this"
! Roy cut in, and low as his voice
was, it was plain that he meant
what he said. He turned and be-
gan to talk to Gus about the new
picture.
Monica gave him a quick, star
tied look.
"I'n talk about your wife if I
! feel like it! I'm Just as good as
she is any day in the week, and
heap sight better" said Monica
holly. You tried living with her
and you couldn't"
| She broke off suddenly, and her
eyes filled with doubt and wonder.
| For instead of answering her again
! Roy had got to his feet. He laid
his billfold on the table in front
of Gus.
Pay for the dinner and take the
girls home, will you, old SCOUT"
he asked, and without waiting for
a reply, he went.
But he wasn't to get rid of Mon
lea so easily as all that. In a sec
ond she was on her feet and out
of the restaurant, too, her bag and
her furs and her pearl beads leap
| ing around her as she went.
''Nizc party" remarked Gus with
a grin, as the waiter arrived with
the turkey, the mushrooms, and
green peas. the jellied salad and
the hot bran mullins that Monica
had ordered.
That night. in her bathrobe and
bedroom slippers, Bobbie wrote tc
Andy Jerrold to tell him she was
going to be married-but not tc
him.
MY dear old boy" she began
This is the last letter you'll ever
get from me" And then she began
to cry, so that the words blurred an6
ran together. 1t seemed so sad
somehow to be writing her last let.
ter to Andy Jerrold. Andy, with his
gray eyes that crinkled at the cor
ners when he laughed, and his smile
that she never would forget-Andy
I'm going to be married to Gus
MacCloud, the wonderful director
I've told you about she wrote or
as soon as she could see.
Then, after second, she crossed
out the word wonderful. II
seemed so silly to put it in, some.
how. And anyway. Gus didn'r
seem nearly so wonderful to her az
he had last fall when she had tolt
Andy about him. Perhaps because
she knew him better than she hat
then. People never seemed sc
wonderful and fascinating wher
you got TO know them we'll, some.
how.
And yet
And yet, Andy Jerrold seemed
just as nice and just as honest and
likeable as he ever had, even though
she had known him for years and
years and years.
| Whats the matter with me to-
night? l can't get Andy off my
mind she said to herself. Il guess
1 must be homesick'
She turned off the light and fin
ished the letter the next morning
when the sun was shining and every
/ thing seemed so much brighter and
more cheerful.
She told him that she would re-
turn his bracelet to him very soon
and that she was doing very we'll in
pictures now, and would soon be a
star" maybe.
1t was triumphant, happy.
| sounding letter.
But she wasn't happy while she
wrote it. And she wasn't happ,
when she dropped it into the mail.
box at the corner of Las Palma.
street.
She wondered why it didn't make
her happy to be able to write thai
she was successful at last, and thai
she>was going to marry promisinl
young director with whom she'G
been frantically in love for seven OF
eight months.
But it didn't. 1t made her ter.
ribly blue.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Monica stirs up Hollywood
scandal in the next chapter of this
serial.