Evening star., 1934-03-11

AMELIA LANE understood peope-ex-
cent Dexter Holmes-as slx-senseoiy rs
che did color with all its schemes.
Eunnv they were-people; Transparent
as celophane most of them FOE "ho
was there left of all the honorable hordes
of friends and relatives who had not 'aheil
~. ooth and as il we're, banded themselves
toOether tn put her single blessedness on the
spot!
Why was it that every one wanted 10 marry
her of? AS though it were not sufhclent 10
he one of the foremost color experts In new
York City-"a perfect wow TO use pHna ase
leaking through from the ADJOINING Iooi1'
vbere a loud-voiced manufacturer Was taking
10 her boss
There's no better authority on color from
Maine to Mexico" he declared enthusiastically
IN Mr. Townsend of the Timothy c. ToWnseno
Advertising Co., Inc you're darn lucky hav-
ing her head up your consumer service
Pamela couldn't help but hear what the man
was saying, and her shoulders shrugged with
o mild surface satisfaction.
"I came in here today"-the fellow seemed
to be up-"a bit the ragged about
those kitchen cabinets we're thinking OF put
ting on the market. But I left her feenng
that those kitchen cabinets decorated with
certain dash of the just right colors will make
the customers simply cry for them like children
do for something or other I've seen adver-
tised. My dear chap, she sold me-aoSolutey
sold me on the spot! You're one lucky guy
to have dame like that head up your clients
color advertising, Townsend.'
Pamela heard the click of Mr. Townsend's
other door, the manufacturer departing. She
pushed back her chair stretched out her trim
ankles and sat momentarily rejecting, about
her profession high ebb, and her heart-at
low
She had a nice job. Had it easy at Town.
sends. The entire staff pulled for her-an
except Dexter, who didn't bestir himself q
mOecue.
TIMOTHY TOWNSEND now-fit, fat and
50Ewas more attentive than any employe
could expect boss to be- Thought q lot OF
her, Townsy did. He, also. a color
pert but didn't vibrate or thrill over the
spectrum the way Pamela did. He thrilled
more over Pamela, with her alert sea-blue eyes.
1t was late, nearly g. She was thinking.
Hard Thinking how she could inveigle trap
q complex Dex to help her with that color
copy job, and avoid certain trouble he was
laying up for himself from Timothy Townsend.
Tcwnsy was a driver. When he issued orders
he expected their execution-pronto. And Dex
vas acting like mule, refusing pointblark to
cooperate for some reason or other.
Besides-for herself, to work with Dex
In just a minute her door knob would wigge,
and Mr.. Townsend would enter noselessly to
issue his weekly Wednesday dinner invitation.
She pulled herself together, put away her dis
tracing mental blue prints for the time being
and took out her powder compact instead.
The door handle clicked She got up, long
and 1.-the. expecting to confront the short, ro-
tund Townsy, wreathed in his weekly sanguine
smile.
Her breath caught-just slightly, as q Cos
sAmer catching on q twig-then freed again.
''Oh, Dex-you. Want anything?" She
cropped her vanity case clumsily
He smiled his nice, dry smile What q
question. Who doesnt?" Then stooped a
long way down to gather up her shattered COM
pact
'Here-theres enough dust on the floor al
ready, lady,"
Her cheeks blushed as she took it from him.
He was distinguishable for being the only one
who had ever succeeded in agitating Pamela
Lane into an awareness Of an existing oppo-
aite sex since she was 16 It was exasperating
shout Dex, because he didn't give a fig for her.
For instance about this color copy, avoid
ance of which was jeopardizng' his position
with the Arm. Hadn't Townsy instructed him
explicitly TO help her with II? But he wouldn't