Evening star., 1932-08-04
old enough to have made the sketch fol

old enough to have made the sketch for
that gown"
out Of the mouths-the hands-of
babes" the star quoted, noting the
effect of her recitation in the mirror.
Then, imperiously, she confronted
Tony. What would you say to me, in
your gown?"
Tony thought: I ought to compro-
mise. I can't tell her the truth. Why
can't tell her the truth? She
shouldn't wear 'Treebloom." She
would spoil it, make it cheap and
| tawdry 1t doesn't belong to her
Il should say it would be a mistake
for you to wear it," Tony said, bracing
herself for the effect of her words. "It
! is not for you"
Not for me?" The star went into
her throatiest tones. But it is a de-
licious conceit. The swing of it. The
| imagination. I haven't seen the model
that appealed to me as this green fluff
Tony melted to the praise. Would
you let me try doing sketch for you?"
| she implored. Just for you and no
one else? Something that scintillateS,
that sends out blue and white rays Of
light as you do. You're like a gorgeous
white jewel in the showcase Perfect
The star interrupted. You aren't
baby. You're fiatterer. That's part
of your business. I had my doubts
about the green fluff. That's why 1
insisted on Monty sending you to me.
Anyhow, I've found an artist who's
honest. That's something. Try the
ray of light effect if you like Only it
has to be in by the end of the week.
We expect to open in a fortnight"
Out in the street, Tony faced op-
posing streams of traffic with lowered
head. If Montieu dismissed her from
the studio tomorrow she would have
herself to blame. She had ruined the
sale of "TreebloOm." She might never
do another sketch as good. Certainly
she had nothing to replace 1t for the
diamond lady. She must find some
thing. She must. Tonight. A first
draft ready for Montieu in the morn
ing.
The telephone girl in Tres Arts had
message for her. Gentleman by the
name of Kemp called. He's catching
the first train to the city. He says he's
got good news" She thrust a plug in
the board, grinned up impishly at
Tony Maybe he's kidding himself"
Hours later, grey streaks of light
with an underlay Of rose and violet and
lemon showed in the eastern sky
Tony, watching them deepen from the
window of her room in the Tres Arts
Club, decided she had better get some
rest. No use struggling longer with
the sketch for the dazzling blue and
white lady of the stage she had en-
couraged to reject the model Tree
bloom" The idea simply would not
come. She could sleep two hours and
iy0Nn
Donald Kemp would probably ar
rive In the city today. He would be
waiting for her when she finished her
work this evening. She would dine
with him, then she must come back
and drive at the sketch. What if she
were a shallow well as Montieu hoped
she would not be? She wasn't shall
low well. She would prove it by turn
ing out something as good as, even
better than. "Treebloom."
Fortune favored her. M. Montieu
was absent from the studio for the day.
Donald Kemp was waiting for Tony
as she had known he would be. She
thought: He is more VITAL more sure
of himself than ever. Masculinity
radiated from him. Vigor and domi-
qualities. This evening they were ac-
WIN
no trouble to conceal.
LET me look at you" he demanded,
drawing Tony under the light. "Um-
pale, as I suspected. Well have to
take care of that I've brought dinner
clothes Mind running home and get
ting into yours? That little yellowish
frock you wore the first night I met
you. Well dine some place special"
I'D love it," Tony agreed. How
good it was to swing along on Donald
Kemps arm again. Security. Strength.
She felt stronger already. Nothing
like a dress-up party to buck one up"
she went on. I'm living close by, at
the Tres Arts Club. Your wire was
relaved to me there"
Given up visiting your friend Lee?"
"Yes." Ought she to tell him why?
No use disturbing the pleasure Of re-
union with her mistakes. Later, per-
haps.
Ksnp took it for granted the move
had been made in compliance with his
advice.
Thanks" he said, pressing her arm:
You won't regret it." He imprisoned