The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-05-23

the trick" exclaimed Clytie, the
model Gail had seen the day before
With a crooked smile in her Ian
guorous eyes, Clytie took the key
and continued, TITS Temperament
tai one, you know. Taxes after
Madame"
There was a loud guffaw in the
room. Then, having opened the
locker, Clytie aid, Maybe you'd
like to meet the crowd, Miss Ev-
erett?"
Gail nodded, Eyes, I would" she
said.
Girls this is our new designer,
Miss Everett" Clytie announced.
Then, turning to Gail, she declared,
II don't believe you'd remember all
their names even if told them to
you. Oh, you'd better meet Selma
and Toinette. They'll sew for you,
and Ariadne, who'll be your model"
CAIL acknowledged the introduce
VI tions, though she felt a little
tremor as she met the rather dis
dainful glance of the dark-eyed
Ariadne. For a moment she wished
that Clytie had been assigned to her.
Then, quickly, she tried to Danish
the thought that the dark-eyed girl
might be difficult to work with
perhaps a trouble maker. Yet AS she
walked toward Madame's room to
await her orders, she confessed to
herself that, as a rule, her first i'm
preSsions were correct.
"Madame's just telephoned that
she won't be here for an hour, SC
she wants you to work up some
ideas for youthful summer frocks
I'll show you the designers ROOM
Rising from her desk, Miss Carolie
led Gail along a dim passage to a
room in the rear.
It was an extension to the old
Srownstone house which was Ma
DANES salon, and the long studio
windows at the north made the
room quite light.
There was a large work table in
the center and at one side Gail saw
Selma and Toinette busily at work
the former running an electric sew
ing machine and Toinette, the fin
lsher, working on filmy organdie
frock. Nearer the door was hand
some Italian with a beautifully
curled mustache, pressing a fine
white wooden coat.
VOU'LL find paints and paper
Il here" Miss Carolie pointed
to a small chest of drawers. st
guess there are plenty of supplies,
but if you need anything make a
list and hand it to me- Frank does
your pressing and Selma and Toin-
cite will help you. Madame said she
wanted you to make some water
color sketches before you start to
work in the materials. You've had
some experience in the practical
side of designing, haven't you?"
ooh, yes" answered Gail braveIy,
though she stif1ed a sigh as she
thought how different her surround
ings were now.
"All right" Miss Carolie ex-
claimed, leaving the room.
For a moment Gail felt a desper-
ate desire to follow her. Then, turn
ing to the chest in front of her. she
found the paper, paint and brushes
she needed. Soon she was absorbed
in her work.
A BUYER sounded and Aria dine,
"A who had been in the show
room most of the morning, saun-
tered over to Gail. tits IL o'clock.
Time to go to lunch"
My, but the mornings gone fast"
cried Gail, sitting up and looking
about her 81 guess I'd better finish
this before go out. Madame may
wish to see it," Once more she
turned to her worw
Better go when the going's good"
advised Ariadne, and she slouched
from the room.
A moment later the door opened
and Clytie called, Didn't you hear
the buzzer, Miss Everett? It's time
to go to lunch. I don't go till /,
for some one has to be in the show
room, but our designer always goes
at this time"
Then l guess I'll CO." said Gail
rising and cleaning her brush while
she studied her painting through
half-shut eyes.
GAY, that's gorgeous! bet Ma
~ dame will like that. Oh, we'll, If
she doesnt-and when she's wor-
ried about Rex chats her SOM she
often acts crazy-just never mind
her. She gets out Of it, especially
if some of her pet customers arc
pleased with the sketches she shows
them"
So Madame had son, thought
Gail, as she quickly got ready to go
out. Clytie's warning words were
still ringing in her ears when she
reached the street. Don't be late,
Miss Everett, if you'd take tip
from a model"
Gail glanced at her wrist watch.
It was 20 minutes past II. Shed
have to hurry through her lunch.
Directly across the street she saw
a smart-looking tearoom. Maybe
she'd better go there. Still, service
was often rather slow in these
places that cater TO women of
leisure.
Gail remember passing a drug
store on her way to work that morn
in. The drug store was at the cor
ner, so she hurried toward 1t. A
cup Of coffee and sandwich would