Evening star., 1937-03-14

do this building of air castles. She d have to
wait: that was all.
The high vault of Penn Station was so
familiar that it made her throat ache. This
was where their coed times had begun, in
those DAYS when they had come up to New
York for a show or game, and once, on their
HONEYMOON, to sail for two weeks in Bermuda.
The money they had spent in those flush
years, If cnly they could have toreseen.
But she was glad they hadn't. No matter
What happened now. at least they had past
happiness to remember. And there would be
more happiness in the future, when Larry, at
work once more, would be more tender She
knew there would be the brisk clamor of the
city, so much more exhilarating than the
slower pace of Philadelphia, inspired her with
confidence.
After phoning the hotel from the station
and discovering that Mr. Sayres was still
registered thank the Lord and might very
well be in his room since the key was not at
the desk again thank the Lord, she took the
subway over to Grand Central and then
walked In the lobby, she went to the line of
phones, picked one up gave his name, and
waited Finally voice answered - woman's
voice, cool and clipped: ''Helo?"
A woman. She had not counted on that.
She took deep breath. rs MIR, Sayres in?'
she asked.
mo Mr. Sayres won't be back till late to-
night. This is Mrs Sayres speaking What is
it, please
She could beg of man, any man; but
woman. And then she remembered the
money the ticket had cost, And remembered
Larry After all, what did it matter whom she
asked, so long as she got what he needed?
My husband is - was a friend Of Mr..
Savres." she said Il wonder if | could see you
for moment" There was silence. Its -
it's quite important" she added.
"Of course" replied the voice at last.
Won't you come up? The number is five
one-nine. What is your name, please?
Marian Hanley. Mrs. Lawrence Hanley.
Thank you so much i III be right up
In the elevator, she regarded herself in the
mirror wishing that she were wearing some
thing besides last years hat and coat that
had been old two years ago. Still, they were
her best. so that was that. 1t wasn't as if this
were a social call.
She knocked softly. There were light foot
steps on the other side of the door, and then 1t
opened, and the woman said, Come in,
won't you?'
Her heart sank as she saw that the woman
was her own age, and pretty. Someone older
and less we'll dressed would have been easier.
This woman was tall, with blue-blaCk hair
smoothly coied black eyes, and full, scarlet
lips, and she was deeply tanned wardrobe
trunk stood in the corner, underthings trailing
from its open drawers.
The woman motioned. her to chair. I'm
afraid you'll have to excuse the litter, she
said We're going away tonight, after Mr.
Sayres gets in from Boston
Il shan't keep you long, said Marian
It's about" - she stopped. 1t would have
been difficult enough with Sayres himself, but
with his wife it was even worse. Its about
Larry, my husband. He's an architect and out
of Job - lost it year ago through no fault
of his own And we thought, or rather |
thought, that perhaps Mr.. Sayres might be
able to help him. saw in the paper about the
companys new stores and Larry is good
architect really he is everyone says so -
and j.. = - Her voice trailed away. Why didn't
the woman say something? Couldn't she see
that this wasn't easy to do? Suddenly she be
came desperate.
oh, | know that Mr.. Sayres and Larry
uuarreled But can't that be forgotten? If only