Evening star., 1932-08-14


who came down the gangplank. This
was not his own idea. 1t was the
idea of Mr.. Clay B. 1haxter, who
was too busy engineering big deals
in San Francisco to come to New
York and meet his own fancee. returning from
abroad If it didn't work out-and Toby Wens
WAS convinced that it wouldn't, because hadnt
he already forgotten the fancee's name-he,
Toby would be looking for new job
The thousnt of that tragedy trembling on his
horizon put new life into Toby's activity. Ii
an fancees were wandering around loose, he
was going to find 'em He peered at various
and sundry females, ranging from those with
faces nobody would look at twice to those with
faces nobody bothered to look at once. But ne
was hanged if he could see anybody remotely
resembling 1.-The most beautiful girl there!
Recalling Clay B. Thaxter's somewhat forid
faste in beauty, Toby looked for a dashing
bssnette or a flamboyant redhead Shed be
a little overdressed. like Clay B. Thaxter; her
charms little overstressed And she'd prob
ABLY be rs sour as q ounce because Thaxter
wasn't there to meet her himself.
Toby had tried to point that out to his boss.
He'd tried to point cut a number OF things In
4he half hour that stretched beween the time
he was called into Thaxters private Office and
the time he found himself train, speeding
East But none Of his arguments had worked,
not even the one about King Arthur.
ToBY had used 1t as a final, desperate gesture.
IL He did IT," he pointed out, several centuries
ago Sent some other chap to bring his girl
home to him. And look what happened"
But that of course went completely
Haay B. Thaxter's head. He didn't know any
ching about King Arthur, or about the love OF
Lancelot and Guinevere, that started piling up
trouble during that Maytime cavalcade and
went on making complications around court
Tor the rest of their lives. He said, TN sending
you Wells because you've got a nifty look
about you"
Toby thanked him politely and went on
fegistering protests. But Thaxter slapped him
On the shoulder and hurried him out of the
office. You'll manage-and you'd better rush
. along now. Here are the tickets and your reser-
gations, and do the right thing. you know
flowers and all that sort of thing. Well settle
the expense end of it when you get back. Oh,
you'll make out-cant miss her-most beauti-
ful girl there Depend on Clay Thaxter to be
O good picker. And good luck"
Good luck! Toby watching the crowd from
Che boat thinning out told himself he'd need
1t. This he said diSgustedly, is one swell
mess Toby Wells, you can pick yourself a new
Dob, because you aren't going to pick your boss
D fancee Not this trip"
1t was at that moment that Toby saw her-a
Solitary girl sitting on her luggage and looking
rs If she'd done all the waiting she wanted to
do. Toby made flying leap for her side, hoped
shed be the right one, and said politely II
beg your pardon, but you Miss-Miss-"
She looked up at him, and Toby blinked. 1t
was quite evident that she was the wrong one.
For she wasn't dashing brunette and she
wasn't a f1amboyant redhead. She had little
golden wings of hair lying against each soft
cheek, and for her eyes-well, she simply
didn't have any business with such eyes.
And then, incredibly, he realized that she was
Saying, mildly, you're Toby Wells, aren't you?"
Toby looked bewdered. Evidently she knew
him. and in that case he ought to know her.
And yet
Tim awfully sorry" he said-and, indeed,
sdiGnt meet you at Scappinish? it
see I never went to Scappinish and don't
know any Mrs. Thingamabob and the truth
s."
$The truth is" she finished for him, you
haven't the slightest idea who l am, and you
don't know whether this is a pickup Aunt
TITLES youngest daughter. But it's neither
Not even a mystery. I'm Marty Farrell and Clay
~Tnaxter wired that you'd be here to meet the
beat"
Toby wiped a perspiring brow. Then this
was the girl he was hunting! Well, luck
with him at last. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe
buck with Clay B. Thaxter.
He said ruefuliy, TITS darned good thing
~ did. You see, I'd clean forgotten your name.
ia Just about given up finding you, and If you
think T was chortling owr the prospect Of