The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-05-29

Yesterday: Pats spends her first
day in Monteray's office, meet,
him and is convinced he is the
most attractive man in the world
CHAPTER III
I'm almost no time Pats Warren
became the shield which stood be-
tween Don Monterey and his
adoring public. The fact that the
improvised office soon was q
place OF efficiency and order
proved that she had successfully
become the capable Miss Warren
All day the tap of Don'S type
writer sounded behind locked
doors while Pats tactfully handled
beautifully dressed girls, sleek,
perfumed women, reporters, auto
graph seekers, thrill hunters. She
had expected to be lonely for
TriSsy but instead she had only
time for fleeing thoughts and
momentary qualifications that the
beloved cousin and her John were
happy.
At five o'clock on her fourth
day as Don's secretary, Pats went
in 10 him with her letters. He
looked up with a nod and asked
if loud voices in the outer office
had been an indication of trouble.
"A woman who wanted to paint
your portrait" Pats told him in
the flat colorles stone so foreign
to her own. She was bit de-
termined." ,
Don laughed. When he laughed
it always did something to Pats,
sent a thrilling wave across her
senses. What would happen If he
smiled at her she could only inn
agine. But he never looked ut her,
never seemed aware of her rs an
individual. Il was what she had
wanted, yet it was so disturbing
at times. As he rapidly signed his
letters, she stood beside him, al
lowing her shoulders to sag,
breaking the line of her lovely
figure by an awkward posture.
Bitterly. she reflected, Pm as
necessary TO him as his tooth
brush-and as uninteresting."
"MisS-er-." he began, blot
ting his signatures.
warren" patiently.
"Warren-thank you-how long
have you been here"
This is my fourth day."
Il have accomplished more IN
these four days than in the pre-
vious six months" His words were
casually impersonal. Leaning back
in his chair, he stretched luXurl-
ously. Men had always scrambled
TO their feet when Pats put in an
appearance, she had become &C
customed to masculine attentions.
But Don stretched luXurlouSly.
To him she was nothing more than
q smoothly running cog in the ma
chinery of his life. She gathered
up the letters.
"How much did the agent say |
was to pay you" he inquired,
settling back and lighting a Gig
aret.
Fifty dollars week." Pat an
swered evenly, although she was
still delightfully."- impressed with
the sum.
"We'll make it $75," he said
casually.
In spite of herself, Pats took q
little skipping step as she left the
hotel. Seventy-five dollars week
That was more than $500 q
month. IL meant that she could
leave her tiny apartment and FIND
modern uptown place within
walking distance of the Avalon
Pats. beauty loving soul respond
ed TO pleasant surroundings anC
she wriggled with delight rs she
started the long homeward trip
And two days later she had al
opportunity to prove TO her EN-
ployer that she was worth the
stupendouS amount of SIS
week.
Upon returning from lunch she
found Don, who had evidently
opened the barricading door fol
some reason, surrounded by
bevy of school girls, excited anC
giggling. His face was scarlet; III
was angry and confused. One
teasing, beautiful girl held him b!
both coat lapels. She had jus
aimed a kiss at his lips and landed
il souarely on his chin. She wa!
laughing hilariously while he
friends shrieked with sheer ex