Nogales international., 1935-05-11

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locks came to the big city. Or per-
haps | should say Little Red Riding
Hood. AS I remember it, / did wear
red beret! With just exactly twenty
dollars in. the pocket of the old tweed
coat-but With all of my bills paid
and the homestead still unmortgaged
You didn't know, did you, that am
landowner? That I, whose knees shall
be known TO posterity, am the pos
SCISSOR OF an estate!
The man with the Vandyke beard
reached. through the cloud of his pipe
smoke. for her hand - which Ellen
carefuHy removed from his vicinity.
He shrugged, and reached instead for
the glass that stood at his elbow.
2 For such red hot. red capped
little person." he said you're start
lingly chill Know that. Ellen? A" he
laughed, quite alone, at his pun, "a
Church-and why should church
need Notifications with battlements
and moats and a drawbridge"
One of the two other girls was
speaking.
"Shut up, Sandy" she said You're
lust about as funny as wake! Say,
Ellen" her voice was shrill. why
don't you throw party up at your
place, some weekend? The crowd of
US could make perfectly swell
whoopee"
If shadow crept across the care
fully reuged little face Of Ellen
Church, she veiled that shadow with a
slim, raised hand Her answer came
,rith almost too much nonchalance.
Il haven't been near the place" she
said, since | turned the key i'll the
eek and went out into the storm, with
neither a wedding ring nor a baby.
I'd have to have considerable OF a
weekend and | mean my head to
take you all-up there. Why" even at
twenty Ellen couldn't quite control the
sudden tremor in her voice. why. the
place is iull of ghosts.
The man with the Vandyke beard
e..aed away in silence for a moment.
You were telling your life story"
he reminded Ellen, at last. Not that
it's such a whale OF story, at that.
There hasn't been starvation, or a
temptation, or ruination. yet.
And" the tremor had quite gone
from Ellen's voice, there won't be,
either. Not while the old brain sits
firmly Just above the we'll known
shoulders. Well, to make short story
long, got, in touch with the only soul
/ knew, believe it or not, in New York.
4 person who had sold. my mother S
work. Sort OF an art agent, you under
stand. Mother - she did all OF her
selling second hand. she wouldn't see
art editors herself. You have to be
pretty swell, there was note of pride,
a defensive sort of pride. in Ellen's
voice, ito sell your stuff that way
But anyhow" the pride was gone from
her voice. now, anyhow, went to
this agent and asked her advice. And
she tried to help. Perhaps you'd better
be an artist she said It's in your
blood But it's left out of my fingers,
I told her. Well, what can you do?
she asked me. And / said, Tn a
regular WOW at posing
A man without beard and for that
reason some years older than the
Vandyked one, spoke.
"And so you arei" he told Ellen 81
never knew anyone who could catch
an idea the way you do. | wish to
heaven | could keep you busy all the
tim Not that wouldn't be afraid to
have YOU in the studio all the time
Ellen shrugged.
Il don't eat artists" she said, mot
even raw ones like Sandy, here; not
even good ones like you'll"
One of the girls laughed. 1t was a
sharp laugh, rather.
I'm not so sure of that: she told
Ellen. I'D say, for all your wide eyes
and your raised eyebrows. that you
were regular man-eater. You have a
come-on game"
That" interrupted the man called
Sandy, that doesn't come anywhere
Ellen's come-on game somehow
always fails to arrive!"
Ellen laughed ever so slightly, and
surveyed her guests through the low
hanging haze of their tobacco smoke
The two girls? They-she admitted
it, in her mind-weren't important
Just models like herself. With STACEY
names behind which they hid their own