Evening star., 1936-06-06
INSTALLMENT XVIII.

- HE'LL and Patience slipped out
in the morning before Janell
was awake, leaving note they
- wouldn't be back till sometime
in the afternoon. Jan was completely
in the dark at all the mystery, and a
little hurt that they had left her out
of it.
Shell had advised that she answer
neither the door nor the phone, for
fear Gary Gray might come back look
ing for Nell. He had also told her to
put on her boy clothes and walk
briskly in the cold December air for
at least an hour daily to keep fit.
When Patience and Shell were driv-
ing down Broadway in his car in the
early morning she looked at the curly
haired giant bending over the wheel
and laughed merrily.
mo one would ever suspect you of
shopping for woman and dragging
her to beauty parlors You big sissy"
I'D like to know what's wrong with
a fellow showing his country cousin
how to take the hayseeds out of her
hair and smart up bit" He grinned
to take the sting from his chiding.
I'm going to get bigger kick out Of
this than you, and I don't care who
knows it."
We'll, there's one consolation"
Patience waved long arm at the
crowds in the street. Almost no one
knows me here. And I'll be only one
of a million old maids trying to look
like chick"
DRY up! You're an infant in arms
compared to half the leading ladies
on Broadway. What ever gave you
such an inferiority complex"
THE mirror" Patience said soberly.
Here we are" Shell stopped around
the corner from Fifth avenue in the
thirties I'VE can park here. I've
known Marta ever since I was a cub
reporter. She'll know just what to do
for you. I've seen her work miracles
with girls who were preparing for the
stage"
He led her into beauty salon that
seemed all mirrors and thick rugs and
pastel shaded divans. Patience
glanced about at the carefully coiffed
women waiting their turn, and her
inferiority complex almost over
whelmed her.
Marta. a platinum blond of plump
middle age, came bounding out of
booth when she heard Shell ask, for
her.
Shell Please!" She reached her
short arms up and stood on tiptoe to
kiss him soundly. Where have you
been keeping yourself?"
She saw Patience and looked sur
prised.
Marta. this is my cousin Patience
Keats" He turned, smiling affection
ately. WED like to have little pri-
vate word with you if you aren't busy"
Never too busy to see you, my dear
boy" she beamed on Shell Come
back and sit down and tell me what's
on your mind, you two"
Patience, burning with embarrass-
ment, wanted to turn and run. But
Shell, holding her arm, bolstered her
courage with little squeeze.
When they were alone in charm
ing blue and rose room in the rearS
Marta offered cigarettes. Patience
refused.
Now" Marta put her own cigarette
In a long holder, and curled up on a
divan, her plump legs under her, "a
good visit will do me good"
II want to talk to you about Miss
Keats" SheR began a little uncer-
tainly.
Marta eyed Patience with the frank
stare of professional beauty operator.
''You-wish work done?" She barred
her sharp little teeth in a friendly
smile. That will be easy. Miss Keats
is good type"
You've been reading our mail"
Shell smiled. That's what we're
here for. Patience is very much dis
couraged about her green eyes and
red hair. But I've been telling her