Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-07-09
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drao. She would wear the white
organdy.
And with the little soft lace hat
that Esther Sherman had designed
and labored over for days in the
millinery class at school, she topped
the simple little gown that VA plain
except tor a ruf1le around the neck
and the sleeves that just hid her
shoulders.
Janet looked about IL when she
left the hotel 10 take a subway 70
the Village. The sun was beating
down mercilessly, and Broadway was
sweltering. Tired, worn men stood
in groups in front of the tleaters ~
at corners, and talked grandly of big
jobs 20 come in the fall, when they
were to have their chance to play the
sort Of parts they were best fitted
for.
AS Janet crossed near Forty-third
street q CAB nearly hit an old woman
with a dirty little white poodle. she
| helped the old soul across. and was
given a profuse blessing and prom
ised a special prayer. Janet mar
veled at the resemblance between the
old poodle and the old lady. Her hair
hung down in gray wIsps over faded,
half-closed Eyes that strangely
matched the hair and watery eyes Of
her pet.
Janet Mary wondered who she
could be. and thought how out OF
place she looked on the busy the
atricRl thoroughfare. The old bag,
too. had her thoughts. Tears came
into her eyes as she slowly moved
I'D the street, the kind, sweet face
Of the young thing who had helped
her still lingering in her mind.
Thirty years before. she had been
Aimee belmont. the toast OF the
roaring Forties. Her beauty and
talent were sought By everyone.
She breathed a prayer that Janet
would escape her fate-oid age, pov-
erty and loneliness. Then she bent
away slowly and took her little dog
into her arms. grooming 10 him CON-
fortinEly, as though she were a lit
tie child. The canine shifted a with
cred hand. and blinked at her
through his old eyes, kindly.
Janet hesitated before the door
Of Flavia Marlowe's studio. with her
hand on the knocker. She was
afraid it would make a loud noise.
Suddenly she felt small and very
young.
While she was. standing there u
big voice beside her. suddenly boom
ing. frightened her nearly out Of
her wits:
rs the little girl going to call
on Flavia. too?"
Janet started and whirled. She
saw a biz man in tweeds. with a
nice smile, and laughed weakly.
I've never been here before. II
wasn't sure If this was Mrs. Mar
loves house"
1T is" The biz nan lowered
above her. with his ewes glued 10
her beautiful face. an ring. I'm
calling on her. too. dontcha know"
Lotus Flower opened the door.
She was in a Japanese pants and
coat affair that made her look
about four feet tall. md decidedly
sweet and appealing. Janet was
Mortified when the man brushed the
cheek or the maid with a kiss that
she tried TO dodge. Lotus Flower
did not smile. She glCwered in a
quiet. diEnified manner. He chucked
the little Chinese under the chin
and laughed loudly.
Then he took Janet's hand quite
Familiarity. and led her back to the
studio, where Flavia always served
tea. Flavia looked 10 ard laughed
as the two entered.
well. Janet, | see ycu and Sir
Henry are friends. This j. a sur
prise"
Janet crossed TO Flavia and flop
ned beside her on a wide divan piled
high with cushions. She tried to
sound worldly.
ooh. I've never seen the man be-
fore in my whole life. He just
found me hesitating in front Of the
knocker and rang for me.
Flavia introduced him rs Sir
Henry Martindale. She did not
mention Janet's last name. II was
a little unconventional habit. Her
girl friends were never rDoken Of
except as Olivia or Madelon or
Marta.
The bell rang again. and a Young
man shpped in, his hsnd on his
side. Falling on his knees. he kiss
ed the hem Of Flavia's tea gown
with a flourish.
Janet was an interested and
amused spectator. He was Dresents.
rs Putty" after Flavia had bent
and kissed him. His eyes lighted
as they fell on Janet. sitting in her
little white orEandie. with hands