Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1929-06-07
Leave 1t to
Cupid
By LEETE STONE
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. 000O00C
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DEITY LEE found the "Public No
- tees" in the paper the Sunday she
was ei2ntren. Hers was a magazine
cover pYnlile, und she was the daugh-
ter Of strict parents. Their home was
In Grangervllle, a Hudson river ham,
let
All week she typed letters In her
fathers real estate office. Sundays
she rcvelled In the world of her
dreams New YOrk-mlrrOred for her
eager, supple mind by the Sunday
paper.
Betty retrieved the scattered sec
lions Of the paper after her father
had flung II on the floor four ways
from his Morris chair. sorted It into
sectional sequence, and carried 1t to
silent, leafy dell in the woods nearby.
Sparkling eyes reJoiced with
"Peachy J. Flugg Of Borough Of Man
haitian" whose address was wanted
by Glasgow solicitors. Waiting at the
lawyers office, surely. was a good
sized golden plum for Peachy from
renegade uncle, perhaps, whose fam
lily had burned his picture when he
skipped with the church funds and
lost himself in the diamond fields of
Kimberley.
Keenly imaginative, Betty never
missed these public notices. They
were her first dramas. She built a
story round each one, complete. with
cast Of characters, fitting sequence
and climax, sad or glad, at the die
tum of her mood
Ever since reading the story of
Dorothy Blaine, describing how Yates
Chandler, famous young illustrator, had
found her pale and hungry, crouch
Ing on a subway bench, and lifted her
to such fame as model that her face
became familiar feature Of every
newsstand and library table In the
land-ever since then Betty had re-
solved to go to New York and become
an illustrators model. And, II pos
slble, Yates Chambers model.
It would be so much more inspiring
than typewrlting.
How to do this without estranglng
her parents? They definitely disap-
proved OF Betty's dream. and there
had been many family scene"
over It.
An idea popped into her head from
bright, blue sky. Why not write
him frankly and simply and explain
her dream? Send hin one Of her high
school graduation pictures which
every one admired Finally, ask him
to have a heart-to-heart talk with
dad when dad went to New York next
time.
Both letter and photograph were
| posted to the Chandler studio address.
For week Betty TREMENDOUSLY antici-
pated reply. But no response
A month after her disappointment
Betty and her friend. Miriam, were
motoring in Miriam's small roadster
one Sunday afternoon. The laclng Of
low hills that fringed the tiny valley
town on the river was the color Of a
gorgeous carpet Of Bagdad, for au-
tumn was early.
The girls were nearing sharp, dan
gerous downgrade curve. 1t had been
sprlnkIing for ten minutes and the
road was ripe for skiddlng.
Miriam, driving, approached the
splay Of the curve carefully, her right
side wheels in the gravel shoulder OF
| the road. Suddenly the rear end Of a
long roadster was disclosed just ahead,
its nose jammed into an immense pine
tree that lowered majestlcally alOof
from its nelghbors on the exact edge
of the highway.
Miriam showed both brakes into
tight grip, knowing that the shoulder
OF the road would prevent sklddIng.
and choked off her gas Their little
car stopped in thirty feet, almost
touching the rear Of the big roadster,
which was skewed out at an angle
well into the roadway.
Quite evidently narrow turn, sud
den braking, and swift skid, with
the pine tree for bumper. was the
answer TO this accident.
"HellO, there" A somewhat I'M
steady voice reached the girls as they
hurried from their car They saw a
tall, well-dressed man rising rather
shakily from the low underbrush be-
hind the big pine.
Il call that stupid driving, don't
your" He smiled and came to them.
"Chucked me right over the wind
shield! Wonder II you girls could
squeeze me in with you and take me
to the nearest garageT
Betty's heart almost stopped before
II sent the blood thrilling through her
body In wild. enthusiastic rush.
This fine face she recognized In the
fading light belonged to Yates Chand-
Ter.
As they started OFF in the little car,
the artist regarded Betty with close
scrutiny.
Haven't ] seen you somewhere"
81 sent you my picture six weeks
ago. I'm Betty Lee OF GrangeryIlle,"
Betty answered simply.
"What luck" Yates Chandler posi-
lively beamed. Lets bow to the
great god Of Coincidence! was on
my way to call on you and your moth
err and father this afternoon when
met the pine tree 80 forclbly. could
see from your picture that you were
an unusual type, and want you for a
new series Of Illustrations"
Chambers charm and sure sincerity
won Bettys parents to happy &C.
quIescence In her dream before sup
per was over. Later the artist and
his new model strolled together down
the quaint Lovers Lane that followed
the broad lead OF the moon-lit river,
and companlonshIp was commenced
that soon called for the loving care Of
Cupid.