The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-05-21

you q secret OF my ueep, uarh
past. | earned enough to study
with Loeffler by doing fashion
drawings! Lord, how hate
them"
Gail smiled. "I'm not so keen
either on regular fashion sketches
those black and whites tol
newspapers! It's designing gor-
geous clothes for young girls that
| love-" -,
."Say, that's good, for youths
ruling the world these days.
There's lots of competition,
though. / know two on three
Youngsters who are making names
for themselves, but there's al
WAYS room at the top" and i
guess that's where you're going. "
And so they talked. When the
waitress brought the check Gail
opened her handbag.
"Now, nothing like that" pro-
tested Derek.
ooh, but l can't have a stran-
ger paying for my first lunch IN
New York"
Surely you don't consider me
a stranger now?" Derek looked
steadfastly across at the girl.
Again the color rose in Calls
obeets ayes. but q very nice
one. Maybe he'll be q friend some
day"
"That's better. Now, toast to
our friendship"
Gail raised her glass, and as
her gaze met Derek's above the
rim of the glass she felt strange
ly thrilled. Something told her
New York would never be 4 lone
" place for her again.
As they reached the door, Der
ok said, al think you'll stand q
chance with Madame lizette.
She's always making changes, but
remember, while she's got a won
derful reputation among her Gus
toners, I've no idea what she's
like to work for. Still, even II
she is a temperamental old piece
you'll get experience. 1t would
be better than a wholesale house!
"Well, thanks for all your adj
vice. You've been wonderful, and
I'll surely let you know how |
make out"
Cline, and here's luck to you,
called Derek, helping Gail on to
a Fifth avenue bus.
"What next, Mees Carolie"
Madame Lizette wrung her plump
white hands.
The tall, slight woman who at
tended to the business details OF
Madame Lizette's gown shop in
the upper fifties, swung round on
her swivel chair in the tiny,
rather poorly-lighted room that
Madame designated as her office.
"What am l to do, Mees Caro-
lie? My wonderful designer leaves
me flat Flies to California this
because a movie mag
nate wants him to create some
clothes for 4 new picture. And
not thank you, Mees Carolie. to
me, for all l have done for him
Can't you gay zomething?'
shrilled Madame, as tears ranged
themselves on her painted eye
lashes.
ave can advertise. There are
always designers looking for
work"
eyes, yes-always plenty of
designers, but not for Madame
Lizette. Will you never learn? We
must have zomething-what you
call it?-decstinctive?" She paced
the floor like a Gagged hyena.
There was knock at the door.
"Who's there?" cried Madame,
her beady, brown eyes eager.
"Mrs. Travers wants to see you
about her cloth of gold evening
announced q very tall
young saleswoman.
Mrs. Traverse Instantly Ma
dame was all smiles. ayes, yes!
will be there at once" Snatch
ing a compact from her desk, she
quickly rouged her cheeks, ac-
centuating the high bones that
told of her Slavic ancestry.
"Do you want me to get in
touch with some of those peoples"
Miss Carolie indicated the file be-
fore her.
Prepare an ad. Maybe we find
some one that way"
"I'll have to send it right away
if you want it in tomorrow's pa
per-"
Itch! I want it in the trade
paper. That is where you find
people like l want. Get it ready.
| will look at it later" All smiles,
Madame went to the salon. Mrs.
Travers was worth q fortune to
her. Besides
Miss Carolie turned to the type
writer, a look of resignation in
her pale blue eyes. Madame was
impossible, and yet she had spent
10 years with her-bullying her,
kowtowing to her, and incidental
ly handling her affairs in a way
that brought Madame Lizette u
generous income and a growing
reputation for being a very clever
designer.
She slipped a sheet of paper in,
to the machine. After all, it would
be up to her to decide what to
do. 1t was always like that. She
wondered sometimes why she
ever consulted Madame, for in the
end she settled everything, the
eccentric Slav insisting that Miss
Carolie's calm, capable judgment
was far better than her own.
The door of the office opened,