The Washington times., 1934-09-01

spots Of gold in tt?"
Eau de vie Dantzig?"
"That'S it! And the SpeckS Of
gold are little electric sparks Of
excitement! I'm ambitious, Mr..
Ingram. I want to get on. I
feel that have something to
give. I'm not just one more
silly stage-Struck girl-I'm not!"
The helping Of talented youth
was one of Ingram'S hobbies,
but he kept such benefactions
as secret as possible, both out
of delicacy and to escape the
opportunities of the unsought-
after.
II should be glad to help you
if 7 could" he told her. Just
at present I see no way. If I
knew Of a really fine play script
1 might even be inclined to as
siSt in its production"
But, Mr.. Ingram, I know Of
a really great play"
"1ndeed?" he said, not too
optimiStically.
"Oh, there's no doubt about
it. I have the script. 1t was
written by a man I know, a ter
ribly brilliant man. He's had
things in the New Yorker. and
a short story in the American
Mercury. Mr.. Ingram, please
please read it! Or, I wonder
would you, could you come to
my tiny apartment and let me
read it to you?"
Looking into the girls eager
face, he saw she was much pref
tier at close quarters than when
seen across the footlights formed
by a row of SunfloWerS.
"1t's impossible to refuse
you," he said, smiling at her.
Some day next week-suppoSe
we say Thursday at about half
past four?"
Thursday at half-past four"
repeated Airline. "You angel"
"Ah, but whether am going
to be an angel or not" he said
dryly, sis just what remains to
be Scent"
Airline Martin had spent the
entire morning in frantic prepa-
rations for 1ngram'S visit.
So much depended on the i'm.
pending interview!
This nervousness fell away
from her as soon as ne was in
her presence. Ingram saw a
poised and well-mannered young
woman, who said coolly. How
good of you to come!" She led
him in and with charming in
sistence made him comfortable
on her long, wide sofa.
you must be perfectly COM
fortable-so nothing will dis.
tract your attention as l
read"
She purred about him. Offer
ing another pillow, a. light Tor
his cigar, a whiff Of Feu Follet
and at the same time affordlng
him q series of enchanting
close-ups Of her face and rippl-
ing, undulating figure. DlSap-
pearing for a moment, she re-
turned with a cocktail shaker
briskly in action, whence she
poured him a cold and well
mixed Glover Club. While he
drank, she amused him with
half q dozen clever limitations
of well-known actresses, so skill
fully done that the chuckling
man instantly recognized them.
"And now for the play"
she said.
When she had finished he lay
back against the cushions, pom
dering, turning the play over
in his mind. Airline sat per.
fectly quiet, not daring to break
in on his thoughts. He said at
last that he thought the play
promising.
mot great, no: but not hope
less. If the author-what's his
name?"
"Charles Gresham"
"Well, if Gresham will take
the advice Of an experienced
playsmith with whom I can
put him in touch, and then
rewrite his play, I'll read 1t
again"
Arline's browS drew together
in distress. Charles won't do
that, Mr.. Ingram. It's no use
talking as though he might. :.
He won't change his play to
please the box-office. He be-
lieveS in it, just as it iS-and
SO do l."
Then all he has to do"
Ingram said dryl, is to find e
producer"