The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-11-22

ashamed Of him. The fog in his brain
cleared.
AS he pivoted about and made for
the o he heard her apologizing for
nun, explaining that he had not been
well; that he had not wanted to come. |
Lies to cover what he had done.
The next day Hollywood was a buzz
eng beehive Of conjecture. Not only |
hollywood but the entire length and
breadth OF the land, and eventually the
circumference Of the globe. No attempt
at suppression could keep the incident
out of the news
Just two weeks after the Van Dorm
party Raymond Lamar packed his
Los Angeles Athletic club. It was al
shock that shook the film colony like
the intermittent earthquakes. What had
happened in those two weeks nobody |
knew. From the principals no infor-
nation could be obtained. Both were
lmpenetrably silent.
Pale, looking tired despite her
months holiday, Nan arrived at the
studio to start a new picture, went to
her bungalow dressing room, and would
see no one.
Nan began to be seen about with
Clinton Thomas. Following the unfor-
tunate contretemps between director
and actor Clinton had been taken off
Raymond's picture. It was of course i'm
possible for the two men to continue
working together. And now, at open
lngs, at the studio, at Mayfair dances.
the impeccable Englishman, cause of
the rift between Hollywood's ideal
couple, was Mans constant cavalier. Ev-
eryWhere the s~earchlight of public Gu
riosity followed them like the arc lights
at a movie premiere.
Raymond's reticence equaled Mans.
He went about the lot with jaw outShOt,
with a look of battling anybody who
might dare to question him.
Not Mr.. GrayStone, not any one in
Hollywood, not any one anywhere for
that matter, was prepared for Mans
next move. At the conclusion of her
picture she announced she was going
to Palm Springs for a rest.
Instead she went to Mexico for a
divorce.
Emil Graystone read the startling
headlines on a bright June morning.
and his Observation-Disclosures boiled
eggs went stone cold. The paper shook
in his hand and tears started tc his
eyes before it came to him that Nan
couldn't be getting a divorce. She had
never ben married!
Still there it was. In an obscure town
in Mexico the proceedings had been
concluded with such Secretive discre-
ton that. by the time reporters I'M
earthed the fact, Nan had streaked in
and out of Mexico like a flash of light
ming. Only flaring black headlines and
radio a%nnouncers recorded the fact.
While the world read and regretted.
and cynicism reveled in the conviction
that nothing beautiful could endure on
this earth, while the Graystone CON-
pany sent scouts scurrying like ants
in quest of their b%ewildering star, Nan
roundabout route and buried herself in
a tiny hamlet on the italian Riviera.
Raymond stayed in Hollywood.
But he might as well be in Timbuc-
too for all I can get out of him." walled
Emil Graystone. Like a mummy he
comes to the studio and goes away
again. And. the way he looks, I feel
sorry for the boy"
Gossip had it that Nan would marry
Clinton Thomas. But this rumor went
unverified. All that remained certain
was shattered romance.
On a very hot day in August. Mr..
Emil Graystone sat gazing gloomily at
the door of his office. It opened pres
emily and out of the dark hall came a
man and woman whose entrance pulled
him from his swivel chair.
The woman wore a white sports dress
that exhibited bare brown arms and
legs. and she had the shining face of
a little girl who enjoys the jam she
has stolen. The man wore white flan-
nels and the look of a boy who lands
a spitball between his teachers eyes.
"You dirty dogs!" Emil calculated.
What does this mean?"
Raymond Lamar pulled a document
from his pocket and began reading in
a sonorous tone.
1.-THE artist agrees to conduct himself
with due regard to public conventions
and morals, and agrees that he will not
do O. commit any act or thing that
will tend to degrade him in society
or"
wait a minute" Mr.. Graystone lift
ed a restraining hand. II know that
thing by heart. But what"
you see" Nan explained in her most
w1stful voice, latter we got home the
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