New Britain herald., 1927-02-04

HUH kAl0 tHi oou0iu. "SAB DoD bins-you old sweet good-for-noth. ing! Coming without even sending me . wire! Weren't you snooty te mel"
 Monica! Nobody else used such heavy perfume! No one else had such voice! And certainly no other girl of Boobies acquaintance used g word like "snooty'' the way most girls would use the word "horrid."
 And then she turned and saw Monica, and her eyes grew wide and round and full of puzzlement
 CHAPTER XXI
 Wealth and prosperity seemed to have descended upon Monica, like g showerof gold. From head to toe she spoke of money-and she spoke of 1t loudly!
 To begin with. there was brand new black satin turban on her small head. None of your quiet little tur- bans, but a gleaming lustrous one with great rhinestone arrow stuck through its folds.
 Then, she had a black seal coat trimmed with monkey fur wrapped around her slender body. Below 1t her beautiful slim legs were sheath ed with the thinnest of thin chiffon stockings. and upon her satin slip pers were what must have been the largest pair of rhinestone buckles ever made.
 There were four or five rows of pearl choker beads around her neck. There were more of them on one Of her wrists. And upon her breast were pinned five white velvet gar denias-the kind that cost three dol lars apiece in speciality shops. Monica never did things by halves.
 There were white kid gloves on Monicas hands, and from one wrist dangled a black-and-white beaded bag. She was all black and white-all but her face with it's startling blue eyes Its tan and coral skin, and its lips that were painted a bright shade of scarlet.
 But for all her black-and-w white ness, and in spite of all the money she had spent upon herself, Monica did not look like lady even now. rather common, keen, impudent, and gay. What people used to call 8 high stopper back in the early days of American slang.
 She laughed a little. showing her sharp little white teeth, as she saw Boobies eyes run over her grandeur. Then she turned slowly on one heel like clothes model.
 Well, do I look like a boulevard shop or don't F" she asked loudly and cheerfully.
 You sure do." Robbie assured her, but where did you get all the money?" She knew that Monica had been stony broke two weeks before.
 Money" asked Monica innocent ly. "Who said anything about money? I haven't any money. honey. A job is what I have. A darned good job-and job means credit"
 Did you charge all this stuff?" asked Robbie. taking in Monica's clothes and all the orchid boxes under the bed, with a sweep of her arm.
 Monica nodded. Nothing else but" she answered calmly. You know I've been telling you that Roy Schultz was going to give me a fun ny bit in his next picture? Well, there was a piece in the Hollywood paper about 1t the other day, with my photograph. And since then. my credits been fine. Because all the shops know I'm going to have plenty of money pretty soon. see?"
 Robbie nodded and looked at the white fox scarf. the fur coat, the bespangled evening dresses and chif- ion underwear. Monica must be ex- pecting a great deal Of money in the near future, to go ahead and charge things as she had.
 T know something about some of these people we see flying around town in imported automobiles and ermine coats," Monica went on. Tor every dollar they earn, they spend twenty-and you watch your little Monica follow suit"
 She took off the sealskin coat and tossed it on the bed.
 Many fur coat hides an empty pocket" she quoted, land you can't judge anything by appear ances In Hollywood!"
 She leaned over Robbie and put her arms around her, and kissed her on the top of her shining golden head.
 "Well, there's one thing not many of them have. anyway" she said soothingly. There's not many of 'em got your looks. Robbie. I'd give all my earnings for the next six months for your hair and your eyes"
 Nonsense" Robbie shook her head. But she knew that there was something in what Monica had said, nevertheless.
 Monica herself, for example, had a mud-colored complexion under her paint and powder. Her only claim to good looks was her eyes. She was, as she said herself-"As homely as a hedge fence"
 But she was funny. A born come- dienne.
 It wasn't so much what she said that put people into gales of laugh ter. but the way she said it and the way she looked when she said 1t. It was a gift.
 T see you still have your radio" Robbie said to her, when she had looked at all of the new clothes and was trying to straighten the room & bit.
 "Oh, yes" Monica slanted her eyes toward 1t in a bored sort of way. Tt needs new batteries, and they won't come and put them in until I pay something down on It. So I just think I'll let them have 1t back. I'm tired of it, anyway. I can fN3,vs al