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

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81 won the bet" she carroled.
Give pounds of candy. You girls
bet | couldn't kiss Don Monterey
and | did i'll did it"
Don looked rs if he could glad
ly STAY her. He Strengthened his
tie and smoothed his hair. Obvi-
ously the wager had not been won
without Il struggle. He saw Pats
and his expression was shout
for help.
"Mr. Monterey" one of the
sweet young things gushed. eve
are forming club-it'S the Don
Monterey club" Pats got an
idea.
81 am Mr.. Monteray's secre-
tary," she said firmly and there
was an instant hush as they turn
ed to look at her. III have his APP
pointment book in my desk. Per-
haps we can arrange meeting
for your club" She tried to herd
his tormentors into the office,
but warily they hung back. "And
you will want one of his pic
lures" throwing out fresh bait.
Come and look them over and
take your choice
This proved too much. Photo
graphs of the clubs sponsor.
There was a concerted rush for
the office. Pat threw pile of
pictures on her desk, lodged
quickly behind the intruderS and
the door swung shut with a COM
forting click of the lock.
"Oh, Mr.. Monterey" shrieked
the one who had kissed him, "may
have this gorgeous picture?"
She stopped. Her eyes had found
the solid panels of the door. Max
ing a rush for it she bumped her
nose, screamed Don'S name and
pounded with her fists. The other
girls, as one person, turned their
accusing eyes on Pats.
"Pm sorry" she said gracious
ly. One thing she had learned.
She must not antagonize MIR.
Monteray's public. His box office
receipts depended upon just such
silly alteration as this. "Mr. Mon
teray is late for an appointment"
Maybe we can catch him." Sug-
gested one of the avid little adj
mirers. Snatching q photograph
from the desk she ran and breath
lessly her friends did likewise. IF
his car is outside We'll crowd in"
When all was quiet the door
behind Pats stealthily opened.
The famous Don Monterey peeked
obviously through the crack.
"Come in,' he whispered, mop
ping his forehead. ooh, Lord" he
groaned. 81 get so sick of it, Miss
I-er-"
warren she said absently.
Thanks" also absently. as
there any sane reason why l
should be subjected to nonsense
like that? / wish I'd never seen
the theater, sometimes. Girls
everywhere. / can't go out on the
street without a following. They
whisper and giggle and point" He
was so absurdly incensed that
Pats bit her lips to restrain a gig
gle. "If | leave my car | find a
girl in it when | come back, they
poster me for autographs, even
tear the buttons from my coat
for souvenirs"
Pats said nothing. She simply
stood and let him rave. And he
raved.
as there no justice?" he de-
manded furiously of Pats.
"No, SIR"
Suddenly his eyes twinkled and
he laughed. The storm was over.
THANK Heaven you don't ad-
mire me-" he said.
Pats wondered about this. Was
] it admiration she felt. Whatever
it was it hurt unbearably.
IF that is all, Mr.. Monterey"
She felt so unutterably foolish
saying things like that. So flat
when she longed to meet him half
way.
"That is all. What day is this?"
Saturday"
PAY day." Rummaging in his
desk he brought out a check book
and scrubbed with a fine hand.
Fill in your name, do you
mind?" he asked. w'm dreadfully
stupid about Names"
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AS she compiled, Pats thought,