The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-02-20


 pens, just now, to be true!" Couldn't you sprain an ankle or something - just as an ex' cuse?
 'I've only two ankles and cant spare one. Besides how could a girl model clothes with 2 sprained ankle? And how could get such a job?"
 T could easily arrange that At Henri's."
 You mean Henri really need. models? It wouldn't be - just charity?"
 Lane laughed. "Charity." he exclaimed. "Wait until you've seen for but he likes tall, alooi brunets. Thinks they show of his creations best. You'd suit him perfectly"
 DO you really think so? I'd be terribly glad If 1 could get the job" In her purse was her last five dollars. In few days she would have to borrow from the Sampers if she did not begin earning something.
 Trevor Lane telephoned to Henri. He returned to tell Sheila he had made an appointment for her to see the famous designer at 10 next morning. And you'll get the job," he assured her. Now we can have dinner in peace, with that off our minds. Please do! I'm lonely. Dicks 0 regular slave these days. Won't even take time off to eat"
 "Is he really working?" Sheila asked. She wondered if Lane knew that Dick had asked her to marry him. She did not think so.
 Actually Trevor Lane knew that his cousin had never relin- quished the idea of winning Sheila. He Knew that Dick was working toward the goal he had set for himself financial inde- pendence for Sheila's sake. He knew that alone was the explana- ton of Dicks industry
 Working like the devil" Lane told her. "Black coffee at night. stuffed telephone bell, doorbell cut off and all that sort of thing. I never see him any more"
 Sheila said soberly. Tt seems a shame. So much midnight oil burned, so much good white paper wasted in this town"
 Then you have no faith in Dick"
 Sheila colored. II didn't mean that. But everyone writes, Ire yor. You know that. It isn't like | being an artist or an actor. Any one can set words down on paper and believe they are clever words | al fhnS stage | unless they have at least a nttlt talent. They can't get past the agens and managers. As for ari | that's too expensive, too dis couraging. It's easier to see thai YOU can't paint than 1t Is to sec you can't write."
 JAS a matter of fact" said the man slowly. II think Dick car write. Would 1t make any differ. l ence in your feeling toward hin if you thought he could 7" I T feel that Dick is wastint l time. He should be in business at home as his father wants hin to be. Oh, dear, cant explain
 "Then don't try" said Trevor.
 They parted an hour later a I the Sampers door. "You'v. been awfully good to help me. l Sheila told him. T mean abou the job at Henri's." They shool hands solemnly and the gir watched as Lane swung into hi car and started toward Broad way. | Eve, who occupied the othel twin bed in Sheila's room, wa still awake. She demanded foot and Sheila agreed. to rad the ic' box. She brushed her hair creamed her face. and went to th' kitchen her litle turned-up Chi nese- slippers padding softly aioni the hall.
 l Presently she returned with glass Of milk and sandwich. Ev' was not fafraid of encroachinl pounds. "You are a love, Sheila, she said. 1T don't see why som. nice young millionaire docsn' come rlong and marry you."
 T guess they're all married.
 Sheila sud her slippers under th bed and tucked herself ID VIII elaborate care.
 Trevor Lane isn't married.
 Eve objected.