Evening star., 1934-09-16

OGAN did. He danced with Miss Montez
l. three times. but the first didn't count for
he was SO nervous he hardly knew what was
happening.
He danced in silence wondering If he should
say something, and when he did manage to
say something he wondered If perhaps he
should dance in silence. But at last his good
sense gripped him, and he blurted out: I'm
as nervous as a cat, Miss Montez. And don't
know why should be. After all, you're just
q pretty young woman, aren't you?"
Elisa laughed deliciously. She answered
lazily. modulating: "Yes :. just woman,
after all, Mr.. Digby. You are nice to say I
am a pretty one"
She found it more than pleasant to be dane
ing with this young farmer He was type
she hadn't encountered. Big men, yes, and
men with deep tan like Digbys. But nobody
with the same things beneath that tan.
He had come with the little dark girl who
was dancing now with Pursley. Engaged,
probably. Destined to marry and have children
and raise wheat in this dull and stuffy coun-
try. Miss Montez was family amused not
because she was either genuinely sophisticated
or wholly intelligent, but because she had
learned to be amused by sincerity just as she
had learned to speak correctly for the micro
phone.
With smile she remembered Papa jam
sens warning as she left Hollywood '"This
time on location behave yourself. Elissa The
last time you were very bad girl and got
into the newspapers. You think it makes no
difference in these villages, but news about a
star travels fast"
She remembered Papa Jannsen's fat fore
finger, wagging at her. mo liquor, ELISA. No
speeding in automobiles. No fooling with
felahs who maybe don't see movie actress
every day and don't know nothing yet"
DAPA JANNSEN was monkey Ye godsl
how amuse oneself in this place for two
weeks If not-well, If not with this tall young
farmer who trembled when he danced with
her, and then blurted out that she was q
pretty woman?
Il suppose" she asked you own big ranch,
MIR. Digby? Acres and acres of this wheat"
We'll :" Logan's voice held note of
pride. "Ive got quite place Some say it's
the best wheat land around"
"And you will be harvesting soon?"
I'VE pull into the north quarter tomorrow"
why don't you let Mr.. Pursley take his
scenes there, on your rancho"
"Why-why, yes, I'd be glad to-"
Good. then!" She stopped dancing. took
Logan by the hand and dragged him to where
Ann Creswen was watching Mr.. Pursley al
ternately talk and drink punch which somehow
had been generously spiked. "Oh, Mr. Purs-
ley" cried the actress "Mr. Digby will let us
shoot on his ranch It's the biggest in the
State"
Blushing before AIMS direct gaze, Logan
had no chance to protest this exaggeration
The director slapped him on the shoulder
heartily. Mighty grand of you, Digby. Mighty
grand. I'll need your advice on the technical
stuff, too"
I'M THE way home Ann Creswen was omi-
~ nously silent, making Logan recall un-
AZ Si hat hn had Y>atl
to Miss Montez than to her. Turning from the
wheel he said, ''Have a good timer"
eyes, Logan. OF course, don't need to ask
about you"
what do you mean?"
Il mean you had q perfectly lovely time
with Klissa Montez"
Coed heavens, Ann. You're not Jealous
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