The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-05-21

OF course later I'll have my own
place" Gail stopped Here I am.
starting to tell you all my dreams
when hardly know you'll"
"THAT'S o. K. We're both in
l. terested in the same things.
While I'm doing portraits now, I'll
tell you secret of my deep, dark
past. I earned enough to study with
Loeffler by doing fashion drawings!
Lord, how l hate them!'
Gail smiled. I'm not so keen
either on regular fashion sketches
those black and whites for newspa-
pers! It's designing gorgeous clothes
for young girls that love"
Say, that's good, for youths rul-
ing the world these days. There's
lots of competition, though. l know
two or three youngsters who are
making names for themselves, but
there's always room at the top
and I guess that's where you're 60
ing"
And so they talked. When the
waitress brought the check Gail
opened her handbag.
Now, nothing like that" protest
ed Derek.
"Oh, but I can't have a stranger
paying for my first lunch in New
York
"CURELY you don't consider me
~ a stranger now3" Derek looked
steadfastly across at the girl.
Again the color rose in Calls
cheeks. Eyes, but a very nice one.
Maybe he'll be a friend some day."
That's better. Now, a toast to
our friendship"
Gail raised her glass, and as her
gaze met Derek's above the rim of
the glass she felt strangely thrilled.
Something told her New York would
never be lonely place for her
again.
AS they reached the door, Derek
said, II think you'll stand a chance
with Nine. Lizette She's always
making changes, but remember,
while she's got wonderful reputa-
ton among her customers, I've no
idea what she's like to work for.
Still, even if she is tempera-
mental old piece you'll get expert
ence. 1t would be better than
wholesale housed"
We'll, thanks for all your advice.
You've been wonderful, aid I'll sure
ly let you know how I make out"
Fine, and here's luck to you"
called Derek, helping Gail on to
Fifth-av bus.
WTHAT next, Mees Carolie!"
W 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 f1fties, swung round on her
swivel chair in the tiny rather poor
ly lighted room that madame desig-
mated as her Office.
What am 7 to do, Mees Carolie?
My wonderful designer leaves me
fiat! Flies to California this morn
ing because a movie magnate wants
him to create some clothes for a new
picture. And not thank you, Mees
Carolie, to me, for all have done
for him. can't you FAY zome-
thing?" shrilled madame, as tears
ranged themselves on her painted
eyelashes.
I'VE can advertise. There are al
ways designers looking for work"
Eyes, yes--always plenty of de-
signers, but not for Madame Lizette.
Will you never learn? We must have
zomething-what you call it?-dees-
tinctive?" She paced the floor like
a Gagged hyena.
THERE was a knock at the door.
Il who's there?" cried madame,
her beady, brown eyes eager.
Mrs. Travers wants TO see you
about her cloth of gold evening
gown" announced very tall young
saleswoman.
Mrs. Tavers!" Instantly madame
was all smiles. Eyes, yes! I will
be there at once" Snatching
compact from her desk, she quickly
rouged her cheeks, accentuating the
high bones that told of her Slavic
ancestry.
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