Evening star., 1934-09-16
BY NARD JONES

water. els Miss Montez staying at your place,
too?"
Her? Indeed not! She's staying at the
Digbys, If you please. Her and that girl with
the eyeshade out there wonder what Logan's
mother cooks for emp"
The noise Of the threshing- heads grew strong
again, and through tear -dimmed eyes Ann saw
the big machine being drawn up the field Mr..
Pursley sprang from his chair and braced him.
self. Then he turned and waved hand toward
Miss Montez.
At this signal the actress rushed into range
OF the cameras, waving her arms as the moving
combine She stood directly in the path of the
horses. but quite evidently she misjudged the
time necessary to stop ~ mules and geldings.
Logan Digby stood up and pulled at the lines
with the strength of his arms and the weight
of his body while the girl stumbled back Then,
just as the animals stopped, she slumped to
the ground.
A MN saw Logan leap down even without
wrapping the lines around the seatpost,
saw him pick up the actress and carry her to
her chair. She saw, too that Miss Montez
was not so unconscious but that she could grasp
Logan around the neck with one graceful arm.
Ann had enough. She turned and fought her
way through the crowd She rushed to her tiny
roadster, climbed in-and there on the seat
beside her was the script-girl calmly enjoying
a smoke!
buggy?"
why, +"
Il knew she was going to pull faint" The
cigarette waved cynically toward the field. "As
soon as saw that big handsome farmer lad
knew she'd do it. It'll be at least an hour
before she gathers her nerves, as she calls it."
DO you think-that is, will Mr. Digby go
to Hollywood"
The girl shrugged How do know? lot
of fools haven't started for there yet. He's a
locker, and maybe he could be taught to act
Especially If Montez put up yell for him
to be her leading man" The girl turned to
Ann with quizzical smile. You're interested?"
I'm what Logan Digby does? I should say
not!"
THE girl nodded. "Of course, not" She
gazed at Ann thoughtfully. You're a sweet
type yourself, sister. Why don't you have
Pursley give you test while we're here?
Papa Jannsen likes to see tests from the sticks.
He's nuts about finding talent under bushels,
or something Why don't you?"
Il couldn't. I wouldn't want to. Not If
il"
The script girl patted AIMS knees ct get
it. You're wise not to want to. Wouldn't it
surprise the boy friend, though, If you made
it?" She got out Of the car and stood beside
it, looking at Ann.
Don't lose any sleep over this thing, sister.
Papa Jannsen told me to keep eye ON
Montezs funny business this trip. I've got an
idea it'll come out all right. Only If anybody
asks you funny question, just answer it
yes"
With that she started across the road.
Puzzled, Ann started the car down the dusty
highway. IF anybody asks you funny ques-
ton, just answer it yes" What had the
girl meant by that? Hollywood jargon, Ann
supposed, meaning nothing in particular They
talked q language of their own.
Her thoughts flashed back to Mrs Prender-
CASTS revelation. So Logan had invited Miss
Montez to stay at his own housel She sup
posed it was decided between them about
Logans new career. Angrily Ann pressed her
foot against the accelerator.
Next day the news was all Creston
County that Logan Digby wasn't going to be a
farmer any more. He was going to be a movie
actor and possibly marry this ELISA Montez
week passed before the picture outfit was
ready to go south again. Ann did not Logan,
or hear from him. And she told herself
angrily that she would not go down to see
them leave. She stayed at home. alone.
Suddenly she could not believe her eyes,
A cara very familiar car-careened up
the gate and stopped with screeching brakes.
Logan propelled himself from it, and in little
more than three seconds had thrust himself
into the Railways without so much as knock.
"You can't do It," he said, grabbing her by
the shoulders. do you hear me?"
"Can't-do-what?"
He relinquished his grasp. "Oh, so you in
tend to be crafty about it, do you? Well, you
needn't try. know ali about it." He fished
in his pocket and brought out a rectangle Of
yellow paper. What about this? Miss Ferris,
the script-girl, gave IL to me-"
Bewildered Ann took the proffered telegram.
It said:
HAVE JUST SEEN SCREEN TESTS OF
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