The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-10-12
Beginning a New Serial That Takes
 You Behind Scenes in the World of Fashion
CHAPTER I

&4c1tG WCAC NaAACA44S 44S44I0 IT. in Gail Everett's amber eyes as she walked lightly along Fifth venue. It seemed almost impossible to believe that she had won the coveted John s. Larne prize for costume design, and was, even now, on her way to the famous manufacturers office.
 Pausing for a moment in front of a window display, she opened her pocketbook and pulled out a letter. Yes, there is waS-the invitation that had followed her win ming of the prize. Once more she unfolded it and read, eff you should decide to come to New York, we shall do all we can to see that you get a good start"
 Slipping the letter into its en- velope and tucking it again into her handbag, she repeated the ad- dress of the famous silk manufac- turur while she turned into E. 34th street.
 Everything was new to Gail, for it was her first visit to New York since she had been a child. What 8 gay time she'd had thenl Still she couldn't have been more than five when, one day, her father had taken her into his arms and told her that her beautiful mother would never come home again that she'd gone away to be with the angels.
 Gail had not been able to under stand that. She had needed her mother. Of course there was old Martha, the housekeeper. Many time Martha had stopped her work to listen to the child's questions, to try to answer them and to join, rather clumsily, in Calls play. When she did this Martha would stop frequently, dabbing at her wrinkled face with handkerchief. HAIL herself had been too young V at her mothers death to miss her for any length of time. And soon she was big enough to go to school. Then Martha had grown too old to do the housework and had gone to her cottage on Cape Cod. By the time Gail was in her teens she was travelling all over the country with her father, enjoying the carefree hours camping wher- ever he, an artist, wished to stop to paint.
 Her education-there was no de- nying it-had been rather hap hazard. Gail had gone to 13 schools in as many states. When she was 16 her father decided to go abroad and Gail was enrolled in a board- ing school. She had been furious at first. Later, when she had met Miss Cranston, a friend of her mothers, she stilled her rebel heart. After all, the separation from her father was to be only for a few months. When vacation time ar- rived she'd be with him again.
 Gail, waiting for the traffic lights to Hash from green to red, reviewed all this briefly. The lights changed then and she joined the throng of men and women hurrying across the street. She was quite unmindful of the fact that more than one person paused to cast speculative glances on the slender girl whose reddish gold curls formed sunny aureole beneath her tight-fitting little hat
 The pavement on the opposite side of the street was in shadow. As Gail walked along, eagerly scan- ming the numbers, the brakes of taxi screeched loudly while woman at her elbow cried. My, but that was narrow shavel"
 Gail looked around and saw the frightened face of a boy, with the hand of the man who had pulled him back from certain death still clutching his shoulder. The sight startled her. She thought of her father and his tragic end. He had reached New York--she still had the radiogram he had sent her as the ship approached the harbor--