Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1937-06-05
CHAPTER 10

TT WAS ONLY 8 o'clock when
Hartley pulled his sleek black car
to a halt before Marcia's apart
ment. The girl found it hard to be
pleasant when she thought how IN
tremendously he had dragged her
away from the restaurant, and a
possible reconciliation with Sandy.
Then, in contrary mood, she re-
sented Sandy's bitter attitude and
wondered why he hadn't taken the
initiatives and carried her off for
another glorious ride in his old
gray car She was confident that
their troubles would have vanished
as they roared down the boulevard.
With disgust she looked at the
expensive, long nosed car that was
Hartley's, and compared it with
the man himself: Black and sleek,
powerful and commanding respect
for it's very costliness-and now
purring softly as if in pleasure of
the company it kept.
II must go in," she said in sud-
den panic. "Work, you know. It
was nice of you to bother, bring
ing me home and ALL" And before
the man could anticipate it, she
Jumped from the car and slipped
through the shadows.
"Well, I'll be a favorite name"
he muttered softly, then laughed
out loud at the child-like direct
ness she had exhibited in running
away from a difficult situation.
For minute he sat in the car,
then with an impatient gesture he
shifted it into gear and sped away.
Marcia heard the exhaust popping,
and smiled rather -heartedly,
thinking she had acted like an
ingenue.
Hartley, she decided with a men
tai pout, had insinuating eyes.
While he hadn't said word to give
her cause to mistrust him, she had
a feeling that he wasn't the suave
gentleman he appeared. Definitely,
she decided against further asso-
Citations with the man except in
strictly business way. Then
thrusting all thoughts of men be-
hind her, she put on a comfortable
tweed skirt and short sleeved
plum-colored sweater and began to
organize her work for the evening.
Happily, she set up her easel,
focused the light to her satisfac-
ton, and then sat down cross
legged on the floor to select pencils
and water colors to experiment on
her new assignment. Her weari-
ness slipped from her like magic,
and her face reflected the interest
she felt in her work.
Nov for it, she decided, and
began a systematic examination of
the various Char Ming prepara-
tons she had brought home.
Hmm, nice GOO" she remarked,
smearing some of the "masque'
upon her face. Carefully she read
the directions, which prescribed
complete relaxation while the
beauty cream did its labor of love.
Marcia always prefaced her work
with as much practical expert
mentation as possible so that she
could plan direct and successful
line of attack. Once she had acct
dentally dyed her hair green while
faithfully "sampling" a clients
hair tonic: again she'd nearly
died Of morbidness while expert
menting with black nail polish.
Tonight. she stretched herself out
on the couch, religiously deter
mined to give the Char Ming face
masque an opportunity to perform.
Suddenly. she heard soft foot
steps and then hilarious, ~unre-
strained laughter.
For the love Of all that's holv.
what's tl1is-are you practicing to
be a mummy? Oh, you won't talk.
Ell? Well, that's lovely. Now
maybe I'll have a chance to get in
a few words"
It was Ellen Sanders, recentlv
promoted to the post of production
manager at Acme, and one of
Marcia's best friends. Marcia sat
boldly upright, but the hardening