Evening star., 1934-05-08
RESTLESS NOMEN
BY JANE DIXON

these same words only a few hours
before.
An interesting city, no doubt, but
hardly in the season. plan on our
spending the holidays In the Caro-
linas. Charleston preferably. It's
quite the place. The Warrens are to
be there. They are establishing them
selves on Roanoke Island of the Caro-
lima coast-in rather feudal way.
One must 60 to the country to get
the real spirit of the Yuletide.'
Mother, between the two of us, and
no jitters, tell me, don't you ever
land?" Sandra was serious.
''Land-land-what
Not .what'-'where'." Really, Cor
inne was a marked card.
I've not the remotest idea what
you're talking about. Young people
seem to think it smart to talk III
puzzles l only know that Valerie is
coming home in I. most disappointing
way. and that Mr.. Warren called to
remind you that you are dining with
him at the Courtlandt's. Do get your
forty winks, child. You are not look
ing your best"
Sandra was being measured for her
costume in the lace chorus. She was
a bacchante, with purple grapes in her
hair and. in Difference to the cenSorS,
a vine of leaves entWining her body
and web of lace hugging her mid
way The web must be matched to
her skin. SanGals of gold must be
fitted to her feet.
count uoroap sa1lnu and drc
directed the artistry that was to catch
the breath of Broadway and cause
merchant buyers from the Midwest
to regret they had not done their buy
ing before they settled down to Dutch
Colonial architecture and the best
housewife in Tuscarawus County.
You've got the hair, Reynal,' the
director of dance remarked He had
plunged into the fitting to give final
flip to the preparation. Il think
you got the spirit, too. Just cut loose
on the one two three. leap, will you?
The boss has got his eye on you. He's
liable to give you a spot if you make
good"
You mean like this. Mr.. Hart?"
Sandra propelled herself into the air,
caught the gaunt woman by the
shoulders, whirled her toward chair,
where she sat sprawling, undecided
between indignation and jollity.
You got it," Al Hart chuckled.
Maybe we ought to let you two do
a Skit together
The gaunt woman decided in favor
of jollity. Nov. Mr.. Hart" she said,
souirming her shoulders, you know
1 can't fit them when they're all ex-
cited, This one is not so easy. Her
coloring is queer What brings out
her eyes deadens her hair, and what
brings out her hair deadens her eyes.
If we could have some green grapes
with the purple, or shaded green
that would do nicely. Bring out the
green in her eyes and the red in her
hair. Then shade of mauVe In the
fieSheS-"
No mauve." AL Hart decided. I'VE
want the effect of nude. Stick few
punches of grapes among the vine
for contrast. Make it sharp. And re-
member, Reynai. what I said about
the boss. You're liable to wake up
and find yourself shining on big
Broadway sign"
Sandra laughed. She visualized her
name spread across electrical displays
the CONSERVATION in the Reynal
household and among the elect on the
social side of Broadway.
She came out of the theater at
noon. fortified herself with griddle
cakes at a nearby cafeteria, and set
out to break the news to Uncle Raoul
that she was now a worker.
The red brick mansion of the Rey-
nails in Murray Hill peered from be-
hind discreetly shuttered eyebrows at
the swift current of life flowing about
it. Unconcerned with the pande-
monium of the present, it sat quietly
in the midst of its modern neighbors,
smugly unaware of them.
Sandra stood opposite the home
that had been her fathers. regard
ing it with an emotion it had never
before awakened in her. Pierre Rey-
nal had loved the old place with a
passionate devotion. So did Raoul
Reynal, who left it only for the brief
est of periods-a few weeks in the
Summer when he went reluctantly to
his fishing club in Maine.
Sandra crossed the street. mounted
the worn stone steps and raised the
knocker. 1t was gargoyle. 1t used
to frfghten her when she was a child.
Presently the door opened and a face,
relic of her childhood. too, broke into
a smile at sight Of her.
Hi. Simms," she greeted, pulling off
her hat with the careless gesture ia
miliar to the old servant. Catch
it!'' Simms caught the hat on the
fly. "Good boy. You ought to sign
with the Giants Is the Owl in?"
mo. Miss Sandra. He's expected.
He's gone for canter in the park"
Good enough! Then he'll have a
nice disposition. Always in a jolly
mood after a canter."
In the library a wood fire was
smoldering on the hearth. Sandra
stirred it. watched the flames come
lazily to life. She must nerve herself
for the task of telling the Owl she
had gone on the stage-was chorus
girl in a elOrified girl show