New Britain herald., 1930-09-04

was tired. .. n
 And still a little nervous, Dan. '
 He knew that she still had Eva on her mind.
 Paul Collier had been invited to spend the weekend out of town at one of the beaches. On an impulse Dan telephoned Maris Farrell, and on Sunday he played tennis with her. Later in the afternoon they went for a drive among the hills and they had tea at a little road side inn, ~
 Maris was an agreeable. com panion. He was glad that he had called her up. She made him tell her about his work, and when he became deprecating and pessirnistic she laughed at him. .., .-
 I'm sure you're going to do some thing really fine some time. You see, I've been talking with Martin Collins. Do you know what he said about you?'
 No" .,...-
 He said, If they don't spoil this fell9w Rorimer he's going to write some real picture stuff think Martin Collins ought to know. what he's talking about"
 All this Was pleasant; 1t fed his pride Dan felt confident once more. .
 Or the way back she said. You Stro Dan Rorimer."
 He had been driving along in silence for some minutes, the wind ruffling his hair and whipping his tie about his neck, and now as he turned to look at her curlously he sensed that she had been studying him,
 "How's that?' he asked. -,
 You're moody, aren't you,?" Maris laughed and gestured with her hand. Up like this one min ute, and the next--way down here" !"
 Am I? I never gave it much thought. Maris."
 T suppose not and she said nothing more about it.
 At her suggestion they played tennis again two mornings later. That was the morning he learned that Amalgamated had rejected his plot; but along with the rejection had come the request to try some thing else: it had just missed. had been voted down only after a story conference in which there had been considerable difference of opinion.
 Dan extracted little comfort from that; n'ss, he told Collier, was as good as a mile.
 Well, send it around, my boy. Some other studio'll be sure to take 1t |"
 "Yeah?"
 Collier laughed disgustedly. LAW. go on out and play tennis.' He said, slyly: "How are you anc Maris getting along ?"
 Paul returned early that after noon; he was trying to get ahead" for his vacation, during which time his daily column would run as usu- al.
 Mail for you" he said when Dan came in. and Rorimer, ripping open the large and heavy envelope, laughed shortly.
 T know what this is," he said. This is rejection day-and how,'
 What is it?
 My famous play" Dan said The one that's been kicking around Broadway for 10 these many months, Come home to papa to roost. Oh. we'll. ="
 He read the letter that accom- panied the manuscript/and handed it over to Paul, and when Paul had read it he observed:
 Well, your agent thought highly or it at least; and I guess the play market in New York is all shot to pieces"
 He sad. T guess you just don't get the breaks, Dan. Let me look as it. will you?"
 Sure. I'm going to take bath" He went off to his room, whistling loudly, and Paul picked up the manuscript and settled comfortably ands began to read 1t.
 Half an hour later, when Dan had leisurely bathed and dressed. Paul was still absorbed in the play, and when Dan made some joking remark about it he stirred impa- tiently in his chair and glanced up to say that he didn't want to be bothered.
 Its a damn good play" he said. T didn't know you had 1t in you. No fooling," he insisted at the others skeptlcal smile: this is