Evening star., 1934-05-12
Restless W en-
BY JANE DIXON

He drew her to her feet. Piece
of scenery behind you toppled over.
A snack of fresh air and you'll be fine.
You don't 60 on again. do you?"
mo, I've finished for the night"
Sandra put her free hand to her
head. Faces swan before her eyes.
Voices were confused in her ears.
Things were getting dark again. When
they cleared, she was in dressing
room. There was taste of brandy
on her lips. She tried putting her
feet over the edge of the couch on
which she was resting She felt sick
ish. wobbly. Stephen Hale placed his
arm around her shoulders. Strong,
steady arm.
Think you can make it?" he asked.
II can try" Sandra stood, weaving
uncertainty. "Rock-a-bye, baby" she
said. clinging to Stephen Hale. Il
wish they'd put stationary floors in
their theaters."
Gee, kid, I'm sorry" The Queen
of Diamonds was speaking. She held
a flask Of handy. 1T was my fault"
II hadn't been so snooty you wouldn't
have been standing under that prop.
You got an awful wallop. believe me.
Maybe I can give you a lift. There's
a John waiting for me outside in
car"
"IT look after Miss Reynal."
Stephen Hale said with finality. Some
fresh air and she'll be fit again"
Il feel better already" Sandra said,
addressing the Queen Of Diamonds.
And please don't think you were to
blame. 1t was just an-accident." Sne
had almost said "a happy accident"
You're game, kid. even II you are
a gold spoon baby" the Queen Of Dia-
monds said admiringly. IF you're sure
I can't help"
Quite sure. Thanks just the same.
Mr.. Hale will take me home"
Getting to the street, Sandra found,
was not so easy. Once in a taxicab,
she leaned back against the cushion
and let the world swim. Stephen Hale
had not spoken, except to direct the
driver. Sandra breathed deep. The
sickish feeling was gone.
mice OF you to give me lift" she
said. And you were right about the
air. I'm almost normal again"
Stephen Hale leaned forward, study
ing her face in the rays of passing
streets lights. "You're-positively-
beautiful" The exclamation was in
voluntary, as though he were seeing
her for the first time.
Young man." Sandra said with
mock severity it is my vision that is
temporarily impaired, not yours"
MY eyesight is excellent" Stephen
said. Never better than at this mo-
ment."
Thanks Flattery Is an easy tonic
to take. Which reminds me, ! haven't
seen you before in the show. But I'm
glad you were there when that tree
fell"
Break OF luck for me- I wrote one
OF the sketches, Campus Crazy They
were changing a player and I dropped
in to see how it was going"
You're an author?" Sandra was i'm
pressed. Campus Crazy was hit Of
Princess Pep
Stephen chuckled. Unfortunately
one bit of luck doesn't make an au-
thor"
why not? Having one child makes
a mother"
That contagious chuckle again. TITS
different kind Of child. Brain-chil-
dren are not so permanent, Sandra."
You know my name them" Sandra
murmured.
Yes I've known it since that day
on the beach. Do you mind my calling
you just Sandra? I think of you that
way. It's such an interesting name for
such an interesting red-head."
My friends call me Sandy"
SANDY" A word could be caress.
IF you liked my name, why didn't
you use it to call me up after slipped
you that picture right under the eyes
OF your competitors" Sandra could
not resist asking.
Ring you?" Stephen helped him.
self to her hand. You weren't Sandy
then, were you? You were the very
remote, the social register Miss Rey-
nal and very far off the wire of a
working newspaper reporter"
A stirring within her again. A
breathless ecstasy. She must keep it
out of her voice. I've always been
just Sandy" she said. You should
have known, Steve, II you're ever to be
the parent of permanent brain-chil-
dren. Now that you do know, hadn't
you better drive me homer"
so early?"
Its not early. except that it's
morning. Remember I'm working