Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1934-05-13
INSTALLNIENT XVII.

- ANDRA let herself into her
home. Her head was ringing.
Her heart was singing. Outside
her door was a gala box. A
note was slipped into the wrap
ping of the box. From the Queen OF
Diamonds.
Sorry kid, about that bump on
the bean. This box of spinach was
at the theater for you. Thought you
might like it, so I sent it on. Elbows
gave me the address. Here's oil in
your ankles.
"P. SIT that on the level about
your needing the dough?"
Sandra read the note twice, then
placed it. open, on the table. She was
going to like the Queen of Diamonds,
despite the Queens attitude the first
time they met back stage at the New
StuyveSant Theater
The box of spinach" was from
Sonny Warren Telegraphed from
Palm Beach. So Sonny's mother had
snatched him out of harms way! He
might have said good-by. He had
tried, of course. She remembered he
had sent for her at the theater and
she had told Elbows to tell every one
she was busy and could not be in
terrupted He probably had tried to
reach her at Sutton place and found
the apartment closed She had told
no one, not even Bubbles Courtlandt.
about the haven on Twelfth street.
The box was filled with gardenias
and blood-red camellias striped with
white. In the bottom was a bijou
clock of silver gilt and Jade. Attached
to the clock was Sonnys card and a
hastily scrubbed message: Drop me
a note every "a hours"
Sandra set the clock atop the Queen
of Diamonds note. 1t was ticking
laerrily. Sporting of Sonny to re-
member her. considering she had been
pretty shabby about seeing him. She
would write and tell him she was a
scrubby little beast who didn't de-
serve nice boys like him for friends.
In the morning Sandra had COM
pletely recovered from the accident Of
the night before. A bump on her
head, sensitive to the touch, was all
that remained of an exciting expert
ence. Steve's wrist! She hoped it
was all right-not too right-but right
enough not to be painful.
She cooked breakfast in the alcove
behind the screen. One simply
couldn't 60 wrong about coffee. Di-
rections in full were printed on the
can. She would have to be careful
not to scorch the eggs again.
Sunday. Still showing. Sandra
thought: III nope around home and
rest. Maybe some one will turn up.
Who? No one knows I'm here except
the Queen, Steve, and Elbows, the
stage doorman. Elbows won't tell.
There isn't enough money to bride
him. The Queen-shes probably for
gotten I'm on earth. Steve-but only
met him, really, last night-you're
slightly Soppy about Steve, Sandra, my
girl-wish I knew where I could ring
him up to ask him about his wrist
Too bad that scenery had to hit him,
too.
Late in the afternoon Sandra &C
cused herself of having spent the last
two hours pretending to read when in
fact she had been pointing her ears
toward the doorbell. She entered no
denial to the charge. She wanted to
relax. To let down completely. Never
had she been so entirely alone. For
weeks, months, ever since the idea of
earning her own way had budded in
her arid young heart she had been rid
ing, squirting toward this goal. And
Just when she reached it, Fate-a fall
ing canvas tree-struck to erase the
goal.
fhcf-fho
Sandra reached the door before the
bell stopped tinkling. One jiggied a
gadget and that allowed the caller to
open the street door. Sandra forced
herself to count. One-two-three- -four
-six-Oh, what's the use? She flung