The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-06-08
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have that week between if they finished the picture that day.
 She was deep in her manuscripts at noon when her secretary, putting aside the telephone, said, Miss Bourne, Mfr. Formans ofice is calling"
 "Take the message Sylvia, Linda answered, without looking up.
 Company will be finished by 2 and leaving immediately for the mountains. MT. Forman says you must be on location early tomor- row morning and wants to know if you'll drive over with him" !" her secretary reported.
 Then Linda remembered that this was the night she was to dine with Basil Thorne. She'd have to break her engagement againl Would Thorne understand this timer Linda chewed her pen- ell pensively.
 "Tell him I'll call him back"
 When she was alone Linda telephoned Basil Thorne.
 T don't expect you to believe me, Basil" she said. But here 1t is; we're in Q terrific rush to finish the Laurel story-you know I've been doing the script and the company has got to report at the San Jacinto location tomor- row morning. had expected and wanted to dine with you, but how can I do 1t and get there on time?"
 Linda had counted on his un- derstanding and once more post poning their engagement.
 I'm crushed" he answered, "but not thwarted. We will dine and I'll drive you down in the Mercedes. It shouldn't take more than four hours. We can dine at 8 and arrive by l. I'll ex- pect you"
 There are times when a lady has no choice. Linda had none; she went back to her work. It was nearly 2 when she realized the time. There was a pile of notes on her desk. She ran through them quickly; extracting the motor route to the scene of location in the San Jacinto moun- tains southeast of San Bernar-, dino. She stuffed 1t in her bag and ran for her car.
 I'm not wearing the dinner dress, she told her maid. "I'll wear 8 crepe and want a warm coat Pack bag to last week. I'm driving out to location to- night and won't be back in that time. Quicklyl"
 Linda took a taxi to Basil Thorne's home in Brentwood. He had said he was going to drive her in one of his fast cars.
 She found him in dinner clothes, suaVe and charming, perfect host presiding over a per- feet dinner. Her nervousness over what attitude or behavior she might have expected was dis solved by her sudden haste and anxiety over their coming trip.
 Dinner was one of those falsely bright things. When 1t NWas over. they sat before the hearth fire and slipped a liqueur. And, quite with out anything personal, as Linda had expected, Thorne proposed that they start their long drive.
 The drive to Pasadena and thence on the road to San Bernardino was a drive meant for lovers. The night grew colder and more fra- grant. They sped over ribbons of smooth roads. Four hours seemed pleasantly fast in passing. Linda was relieved, and relaxed for the once in company with Basil Thorne,
 At Hemet, they stopped in the one small garage. The motor was behaving badly. "Gas-feed trouble" Thorne said. They resumed their journey after Q half hour. The yuca trees with their white points like gleaming candles against the curtain of black sky marked their swift journey over the mountain roads. There were fewer houses now. There were houses widely separated. There were no houses. Tn the dashboard light they studied the directions Linda had brought from her office.
 (TO Be COntlnued)