New Britain herald., 1930-09-08

phOStlcateQ without hat. And she wore thin pull-on sweater of pale yellow, and a white skirt. Sloan continued to smile. Tt may be your clothes," he admitted, following her glance, but l rather think you'd manage to look demure no matter what you wore"
 He fished cigar out of his shirt pocket. MT. Johnson tells me that you have ambitions for a dramatic role. didn't know our little prma donna felt that way
 Anne had recovered from her temporary awe. But I do feel that way" she told him boldly.
 The director struck match. I'm afraid l don't know nearly enough about you" he said. "Tell me something about yourself. Tell me what you did before you came to Hollywood. You were on the stage, know, but what did you do?" Anne drew his attention to the burning match between his fingers. Please light your cigar first" she said with little laugh. You make me nervous"
 | And she tersely narrated her eX- perience for him, explained what she had hoped to do in pictures and what she had tried to prepare herself for Sloan studied her in- | tently as she talked. She was very earnest.
 You've read this play, of | course ?" He laid a hand on the manuscript in his lap.
 "Oh, yes. You see, know the man who wrote it. He's very good friend of mine" | Who is this Rorimer?" You've met him, MT. Sloan. He was at the opening with me. Don't you remember? Paul Collier intro duced him to you"
 "Oh yes Well, he's written something pretty good, hasn't he? Seems funny he couldn't sell it be- fore this"
 Anne wished that Dan Rorimer | She replied that she thought it was very fine thing. Do you really like it?"
 T think" Sloan said thought | fully, Tit may make a wonderful picture" and Anne said that she was sure it would. with his direc- 1 tion Nor did she intend any flat | tery. There was, after all, only one Garry Sloan.
 The director prodigally tossed his cigar away and folded his arms. His shirt sleeves came down not quite to his elbows and the sun I glinted on the thick blond hair of | his arms, and Anne remarked the | girth of the wrist around which he had strapped his watch.
 He said presently, with a slight frown: If you want a test I'll be ] glad to give you one. I've been try | ing to make up my mind who I wanted to play opposite Moore. You're sure you'd like to do it?' | She was, she assured him eagerly, and she thought the smile with which he greeted her fervency was a bit skeptical. She was resentful of that, and she said a little proud l ly. Tt won't take you long to find out whether I'll do.'
 Sloan, she felt, persisted in think , ing of her as just what he had called her-a child.
 Garry Sloan grinned. When, he asked, would che like to have the of Anne was thankful then for the study she had put in last night with Mona and Dan as her audience and critics.
 Any time will do for me-" she told him, and Sloan said he would make the arrangements and let her know
 She left him then, sitting on the bench where she had found him, with his gaze trailing after her and a humorous twinkle in his eyes.
 At lunch the thought of what lay just ahead made her so appre- hensive that her appetite disap- peared with the first bite. Fred Hurley, . director seeing her alone, cam. over to her table and told her he had learned what she was going 10 do.
 "I was just talking with Garry I wish you lot of luck, Anne. DC you mind if I'm around" ?" He smiled at her. Maybe I'll be ar inspiration to you"
 And Anne, remembering a day when Hurley had played the piano for her in her first tryout, and re- membering his friendliness and the courage it had inspired in her smiled and was somewhat comfort