Evening star., 1933-09-03

UTUMN in New York Gray SKY
n over Fifth avenue and the florists
~ windows gold and tawny with
chrysanthemums .,,-
AS the lights went on, Priscilla
Andrews walked across washington
SQUARE and up the avenue feeling crisp anu
cool But not happy For, with all the huii-
dreds of suave, smooth, assured men II, f>e"
York, she would have to be meeting wliouf:
Priscilla for all her smartnesS ana hel @ ~
time in New York, looked Just as fiiSoAu"
should look Demure and innocent, ana pei
60. i;t+1e wife for some one Men meeting her
aluavs visllalized her in bungalow, oresseu
in mink eingham. She had proDaply cooheo
more coy little suppers for homeslcK "eh
than any other girl in New York But slie
was through being bored that way ana tlia'
was what she was going to tell wilbur toihsii'
\A/LBUR looked down into Prlsclllas ho"er-
w like face with troubled eyes.
ct hate YOUR being on the stage, ne salo.
pr;scilla's face became shade less flower
like "Oh for any sake, Wilbur kno" my
way around" m
hers "You belong in a cottage somewhere
with ramblers and things like that he
lauehed apologetically. Il know I sound IKE
you do" Priscilla agreed Il may belong
in a bungalow, but think I'd grace PARK
avenue penthouse considerably petter DIG
laughed at Wilburs expression
They reached one of those broWnstone houses
where one rang the bell and produced caro-.
AS they went in Wilbur said in pleased tones.
."They have home cooking here" Priscilla
choked
Il hope" she said they sat down. "tnat
the drinks aren't homemade
Wilbur shook his head There was some
ting QhD
girl. white and soft and young, tossing OH
cocktails.
Priscilla looked at Wilbur He was surprS-
ingly good to look at, big and strong and dark.
He looked very mature and intelligent. But
his ideas were the stuffy obsolete ideas OF
small-town man. Priscilla braced herseH'
'Wilbur" she said, I'm sorry, but we've
made mistake think that's the correct way
of putting it?"
wilbur stared blankly. "You mean-?" he
said.
Priscilla laughed. You get all your cues.
Now let's talk like human beings and not ike
a cheap love story. You want woman VINO
really is what look like. And I want man
who really is what you look like. And hope
we both will find what we want"
Wilbur was silent for moment. Then ne
did everything trite that could be done. He
grew pale and emotional. He grew red and
angry. Finally he threatened.
"YCuu come Ddck 10 me, uc SdiO, nuu
added dramatically and ridiculously, When it's
too late!"
Priscilla laughed shakily. said good-by to-
Wilbur and went to the theater and was rude
to her dresser and to st. John Deering. the
English producer who had put her where she
was And then she went on and gave splendid
performance and set herself to thinking only
of Park avenue pent houses.
A UTUMN paled into Winter; outdoors New
York became a glmmering mystery, all
gray snow and gray air and Pickering light on
wet pavements; and inside, warm and luxurious
and glowing,
Priscilla had made great hit IN her new
show The first play in which she had been
featured Next season she would be starred
by an ecstatic and grateful st. John-Sinjun
he called himself so Priscilla called him SINCE.
She kept SINCE as bodyguard Slim and
blend and inevitably good form he shadowed
her He was handsome in a completely i'm
personal way. He had all the parlor, studio
and night club tricks to just the right degree.
He could turn himself off and on at will-that
is to say, he was distinct when it was neces-
sary and he took on the color of the uphol-
stery, more or less. when it seemed to him
suitable to become part of the furniture.
Priscilla simultaneously never noticed him and
could not have done without him. He knew
how to simulate and how to soothe and how
to console.
is hard to break any habit, and Wilbur had been
seeing her almost daily for over a year.