The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-09-11
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She said he would meet some inter-
esting people.
And I've some friends I want to
show you off to-
What am l." Dan complained,
Exhibit Z?"
Maris laughed. you're lot far
|ther up the alphabet than that
There were a number Of picture
people there, and a few newspaper
and fan magazine writer's. Louise
Watkins was present. Louise said,
Il understand you're to be corgrat-
ulated," and referred, with her
queer twisted smile, to his picture
and to the contract he recently had
signed with Grand United.
He had been summoned by Mr..
Johnson, just back from a trans
continental trip, and told that they
wanted him to stay. The contract
he offered was satisfactory in every
way, especially so, Dan thought.
when he found that it did not con-
tain the usual Six-month cancella-
ton clause.
Grand United was willing to gam
BILE on him for two years, and Rori-
mer was more than satisfied.
Louise said, Let me know when
you Dont tear this one up won't you
He laughed. Il promise not to
tell another soul but you"
Louise, he thought, had looked at
him rather curiously. Something
told him that she would have liked
to ask question. But she merely
chatted for a minute or two and
then left him.
|, The room, he gathered after look
ig around, served as Office and liv-
ing room for the hostess. 1t was
crowded and there was a din of talk
and he was impatient to be gone.
But presently some one iri a group
just behind him mentioned Garry
Sloan's name, and before he moved
away he heard another low remark
that angered him.
1t was made by some girl he had
not met-most of those at the tea
were just faces to him, anyway.
Sloan, she said, was interested in
a girl who was playing lead in his
latest picture-a girl named Anne
Winter-and she and Garry
Dan walked deliberately away.
why, what's the matter?" she
asked. noticing his expressions
And Dan managed a smile. Moth
ing at all. Why?"
I'm afraid you're not enjoying
yourself"
He denied this. You're here,
aren't your"
Maris laughed joyously. Always
the gentleman"
They left soon afterward, though,
and Dan drove her home. He had
new car now. a sleek looking sport
model of yellow and black, acquired
that week. MariS admired it.
Drive me up anc down the boule-
ward, Dan, so I can be seen. It's
gorgeous looking"
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nodded enphatically.
You'll have to help me break
it in, then. How about going for a
little ride this evening? Like TOP"
But Maris was busy that evening.
I'm sorry, really; it's a date I'd love
to break"
How about calling him up and
telling him you've got studio call?''
Maris shook her head, and she
smiled. I'm afraid he's wiser than
that"
I'm sure he'd believe it if Maris
told him"
Yes. he would" Maris scoffed.
well. tomorrow evening, then?"
he proposed, and she agreed.
THEY went for long ride along
Il the meandering hill roads
about Hollywood. 1t was a perfect
night; a round moon watched over
it. and up in the hills it was very
quiet.
"A night" Maris said, "for poets
end. eight-cylinder roadsters."
4 didn't know poets rode in
eight-cylinder roadsters."
If they write bad enough poetry
they do, don't they?"
Does that apply to scenario
writer's. too?" Dan asked.
Il should say not Maris laughed.
You might make me walk home"
He smiled and swung the car
around a sharp curve. For some
moments driving required his care
full attention. The road skirted
cliff, and at the right it dropped
into abrupt nothingness.
Presently, though. they came
upon safer roadway, and below
them in the valley the moon shone
eack in the water of a reservoir.
"Grandln Maris murmured.
Rorimer brought the car to
smooth halt at the roads edge, and
they gazed down and across the
valley at the beauty of moonlight on
the imprisoned lake.