The Washington times., 1937-12-21
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cried: wipe up that mess. Stay
where you are"
MY handI"
Damn your handI" Rene was
sketching furiously.
When the obstreperous motor1St
knocked on the door to offer his
apologies, Rene roared at him:
Go away! Go away!"" and Marty
Siedenberg joined in, sticking his
head out the door to below at
the terrified driver.
Get more of the stove in, push
her around! Marty said eXcitedly
as he hung over Rene'S shoulder.
Tears of anger and pain came
to her eyes. Her hand did hurt
badly! Rene was too cruel.
"Get. those tears!"
you've both gone madl" Lynn
cried out.
"shut up, cry some more" Marty
snapped at her.
That was an easy order. Her
hand was bliStering. The bacon
grease was congealing in an un-
slightly mess on the rug. Reno
sketched away for dear life, and
it was not for another 10 minutes
he allowed Lynn to begin to clean
up the mess.
"Put something on your hand"
Rene said at last.
put on some more coffee, girl,
we'll talk all this over" Marty
suggested with a wave of his large
hand. Meekly Lynn did as she
was ordered, as the two men talked
excitedly in an un-understand-
able jargon.
Later, at the table, over coffee
cups, Marty Siedenberg tried to
explain to Lynn what had hap
pened.
I'VE liked Rene's stuff. but we
wanted action. Something for the
last of the month. Something ar.
resting and amusing. He couldn't
seem to get it. But this is It'll"
Siedenberg turned out to be the
art editor Of nationally known
weekly with whom Rene had been
dickering for a magazine cover.
"I knew he coud do it, If we
just got going right. Rene, my
boy!" Marty leaned back, toasted
the excited artist with his coffee
cup.
Nov the first thing is for you
to get out Of this joint so you'll
have some space to work in," and
Marty peeled off some bills from
the roll in his pocket. st know
a guy that wants to rent his
studio. Can you get to painting
today? Better look over some
wrecks first to get the picture
with part Of that stove dashed
in. It will be SWELL"
With that Marty left them. With
the table covered with Soiled
dishes, the place in a turmoil, Lynn
was back on her knees again. Her
back was tired, her knees ached.
But Rene was adamant. It was
not until the light began to fall
that Rene finally threw down his
pencil.
That's all for today!" He got
up, pulled Lynn to her feet and
waltzed her about the trailer.
This is what knew would
happen, Lynn! I'm made! Then
he tried to explain. You're the
perfect model. I knew all I had
to catch was an idea which would
click"
CHAPTER XI
Magazine Cover Girl
The pictures were finished, Two
Sundays after that amazing
morning In the trailer Lynn was
on her knees looking at the fin.
ished canvas, while Rene smoked
and Marty Siedenberg charged
about Rene's big dusty studio
down off Washington Square.
Lynn had little room with
her own bath in the building next
door to Rene'S new home, and she
believed she was the happiest girl
in the world. AS she looked at
the picture she said finally: I'm
not as lovely as that"
Marty grinned down at her.
mo, nobody could be, but you're
what every American girl would
like to be-"
The girl in the picture, tears
running down her cheeks, nursed
a burned hand as bacon and eggs
swan on the floor of the trailer.
Trailer Girl" was the name of
the picture. Rene had managed
to get in suggestion Of a wrecked
stove, as a vacation breakfast
went down before the crash. It
was amusing and pathetic and
lovely. Rene had caught Iiynn's
breathless beauty, even in this
domestic breakfast crisis.
II wonder how you'll like fame2"
Marty said suddenly to Lynn.
"Fame?"
my child, in a week after our
magazine comes out you'll have
half the guys in New York trying
TO date you"
What nonSense!"
'Wait and See."
It was Marty who warned Rene
he must sign Lynn to a contract
for posing, when she had gone to
her room to rest. I'VE want a
bathing suit picture Of her, and
we don't want some of these smart
guys to steal her away"
To Be Continued
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