The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-11-15

nestle couple in Hollywood? Is it my
fault" he walled in mounting crescen-
do, that now when you're the best bets
on the screen the pair Of you all OF a
sudden want to go decent?"
what do you mean-decentP" Nan
flung in his teeth. We've never been
anything else. I never looked at an
other man, either before or after l
met Raymond. As for him." she halted,
head to one side, well, as far as I know
he's done the best he can. We couldn't
get married in the beginning because
he had q wife in France. She was old
enough to be his mother and he never
saw her after he left Paris. But she
wouldn't let him off when we fell in
love. What would you have wanted him
to do? Commit bigamy?"
"Listen-you think I'm criticizing
you? Not a bit. You were young and
you were on the stage and you hadn't
any money. That means you were just
to live together and say you're Mr.. and
Mrs. That's your business. But what
you do now-that's my business"
"Try to stop us! The minute Ray
mond heard his wife was dead we made
arrangements to fly to Las Vegas to-
morrow. We thought you'd be glad to
act as a witness"
"Sure. I'd be glad to advertise that
my pure young star of the silver sheet
whose picture is in every high school
girls bedroom has been living in sin
with the popular hero whose devotion
to his supposed wife makes every wom-
an in the United States believe mar
riage amt Sc bad after all. That would
be swell publicity"
why publicize it? Well just sneak
off"
"Pipe dreams. There amt no place
on Gods green earth you could sneak
to. They'd smell it out before the
preacher got to bless you, my chill
dren' And what nuts for the chatter
squirrels"
I'VE won't go to Las Vegas, then.
Well find some place where they can't
smell it out"
you'd have to. sign your names to
the register, wouldn't you? Or did you
want to be spliced under an alias?"
That's i'll" Nan jubilantly slapped
her thigh. That's the trick. Well get
married under our real names. Mines
Annie Ryan and Raymond's is Ray
mond Homard. He never used Homard,
because tranlated it means lobster"
you're telling me! You think that's
news? Margery Ewing had it all pat
ready to print in her column the min
ute we starred you. Cost us a new car
to shut her up. But not a soul knows
you never went through a marriage
ceremony. And nobody's going to. Not
if I know what I'm doing"
How do you think you can stop us?"
"Just the way you put that blank
contract out of commission. Only the
one I tear up has your name on it" he
announced.
Nan took a deep breath. So deep
that it left her momentarily without
speech.
You wouldn't dare!" she famed at
last.
busting the morality clause wide
open is plenty of reason to dare. Look
what we did to Duffy when he misbe-
haved. If you degrade and ridicule pub
lie morals and the motion picture in
dustry by letting the world know you
never were married that finishes you
incarnation. WED have to let you out
with a whole lot of ballyhoo about how
you fooled us and there amt another
company would sign you"
"You forget" Nan parted, I'VE came
from the theater. We can go back to it"
with everybody laughing their head
off at you? Not a chance!" Mr.. Emil
Graystone leveled himself out of the
chair and squared his shoulders with
a shake much as a rhino raises him
self from deep water. "Now, be sensi-
BILE. We've been arguing about this for
an hour and we don't get anywhere. If
I wasn't afraid ever of having my "
publicity man know something I'd
phone Harold to come over and tell you
there's nowhere to get"
you're %penalizing decency this min
ute" Mans voice was thick and all Of
a sudden she looked an unhappy child.
MI. Graystone's indignation dissolved
into sympathy.
"Now-now, listen. I'm a married
man myself. Say-wouldnt I like to
see you kids do just what you want?
Certainly I would. But you can't do it.
You can't get away with getting mar
ried tomorrow when every picture fan
in the world thinks you're married al
ready five years. We got to consider
your public, and we got to consider
your careers. And most of all we got
to consider the industry" MI. Gray
stone again mopped his forehead and
reached for the neglected mint Julep.
"You talk it over with Raymond when
he comes in from the studio. He'll see
sense. And for Gods sake don't do
anything crazy" He flung out his
Mr.. and Mrs. You stay this way
With which ultimatum he finished
the julep, patted Mans shoulder. She
shook off his hand. But before n
could say another word Mr. Graystone
simultaneously took his straw hat and
his departure. He did not even turn
to look at the diminutive star as his
car swung past the French window
where she stood with brows meeting
and lips like a scarlet slash in her
piuuant face. He kept an intent gaze
on the beds and red tulips which gayly
bordered the driveway. If she called
him back the whole unpleasant session
might have to be gone through again
and again, like a story conference, far
into the night.
Some two hours later Raymond La
MARI dashed up in his cream colored,
silver trimmed roadster. It wa six
thirty, following n of those soggy
days when haze hung owe the Califor-
MIA hills and seeped through the walls
1iLo q uyot h1apket 0ver the set where