Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1929-01-31
The "Movie" Star
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BY DOROTHY DOUGLAS

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neither. discreetly nor quietly but
openly and defantly.
Lysette was bored almost to ex-
'tinction with her life as a star of the
movie" world. She was longing to
find her way out of the public eye and
be just her simple regular little self
Eliza Smith.
: Eliza had been snatched into the
whirl of the movie" world from her
position in a small department store.
A well-wishing friend had been
thoughtleSS enough to send her photo
graph to beauty contest and before
Eliza quite realized what was hap
pening she was out among the greater
and lesser stars Of Hollywood. Her
name was swiftly changed to Lysette
De Smythe and wonderful past,
with Russian crowned heads and es-
capes from terrorized countries, was
made up for her.
Her salary naturally was munif-
cent, and Eliza quite appreciated that
side of the life, as it would insure a
comfortable future.
But that she must sever the cords
that bound her to the public eye and
for a short time live completely and
utterly alone with her thoughts was
q self-evident fact.
The shack that she had insisted on
retaining when stardom washed her
into the movies" was tiny dwelling
that lay half on and seemingly half
off the cliff that surrounded the bay
near her home town. She would
sneak out there all by herself.
SO Eliza, having shaken Lysette,
crept in. under the shadow Of
moonless evening, to her shack.
The shack was quite isolated from
any main roadway and its sheltered
veranda hung right over the edge Of
the cliff and afforded her nothing but
glorious view of the sound. She felt
that with precaution she need not be
discovered by even strolling tramp.
But the eyes of the law are eagle
like, and on the third glorious eve
ming of Eliza's exquisite freedom from
public notice she heard stealthy foot
steps approaching.
Some one knocked at the door and
she held her breath and budged not
an inch. Perhaps the caller would
go away and mind his own business.
But that didn't happen, and while
she stirred most heavenly irish
stew Eliza knew that the door was
being smashed by heavy lunge of
some ones shoulder.
Being feminine and sensible she did
the most likely thing under such cir
cumstances. She futtered down like
a crumpled rose crushed by cruel
wind and lay unconscious on the
shack floor.
Special Constable Winwood stood
aghast at the sight of the crumpled
rose petals and strobe forward to do
what any sensible male would do I'M
der the circumstances. He picked the
contents of the bungalow apron ten
derly up in his arms and to say that
he was agitated but feebly expresses
his emotions.
Eliza's tawny head responded hap
PLY to the comfort of the blue breadth
of uniform that covered Constable
Winwood's chest and, very cautious
ly widening the slit beneath her heavy
lasheS, she permitted her glance to
embrace bit more of the man in
whose arms she so comfortably rest
al r,;, hoi ont
chin and splendid eyes of deepest
blue. Eliza almost decided to faint
again.
But realizing that she must, sooner
or later, leave this comfortable abode
Of arms she stirred slightly and gave
Winwood the full glory of wide-upen
eyes. She was much pleased at the
great heave his chest gave upon be-
holding her open eyes.
He was completely at loss for
words but curiOusly enough he un-
consciously frightened his hold on the
lovely burden. If this was a burglar
he must hold her fast. If she wasn't
well that didn't seem to alter his
Eliza smiled.
"You think I'm burglar-but I'm
not. I'm one of those big-salaried
movie" stars, and" she raised a
wicked left eyebrow that quite star
tied Winwood, so curiously did it alter
her FACET carry rather heavy in
surance against broken bones"
Winwood grinned, showing row
of fine white teeth and lessened the
clutch he had maintained during the
conversation.
I'm sorry if l hurt you'll wasn't
thinking-I-"
II don't think there are any bones
fractured" laughed Eliza sweetly and
gazed .anXiously up into. Winwood's
eyes. '""And I'll forgive you if you will
promise faithfully not to let soul
know that I am here. Will you dc
that-for me-"
Winwood would have promised any.
thing with those eyes gazing into his
own but, being a minion of the law
he, too, had tactics up his sleeve.
"Secrecy-under one condition." he
said, looking into those lovely eyes
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