The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-06-09
BY LOUISE HOLMES
Asst OF CHARACTERS

IA KlSlA WANNElN, nSroihc,
secretary to Don Monterey, actor
playwright.
TRISSY WARREN, Pats cou-
sin and roommate in New York.
DON MONTEREY, Patricia's
actor-employer.
ROSAMoND AKERS, Patricia's
rival.
CHAPTER XII
With Pats scream for help and
Don's forward lunge Rosie shrek
ed and threw herself upon him
in frenzy of disappointed rage,
She kicked and scratched and bit
and her magenta nails left four
deep wcltS on Don'S cheek. The
onslaught gave Bradlovich time to
recover. Snatching heavy can
dleStick from the mantel shelf, he
rushed at Don.
Then Pats went wild. Hurting
herself into the fray, she caught
the lawyers uplifted arm and the
candlcStick crashed to the hearth.
She too kicked and clawed. Her
glasses fell to the floor and were
trampled under scrambling feet.
The hated wig slipped over one
eye and reckleSSly she ripped il
from hr head. Then her eye
caught the full impact of RoSic'S
sharp elbow as Don furiOuSly
thrust her aside.
Momentarily stunned by the
blow, Pats gave ground, her heel
caught in Il rug and she went
down just as Don landed tell
ing blow on the exact point of
the lawyers chin. With Il grOan
he folded up and sank to the
floor.
As she fell Pats head struck
the leg of Il table and she Strug-
gled i'm a fast blackening pit. As
through a foe she saw Don de-
liberately throw the inert Mr..
Bradlovich into the corridor and
push his protesting client after
him. With darkness cngulfing her
she heard the Slamming of the
door.
The next thing she knew, it
couldn't have been more than Il
moment later. Don was beside her
on the floor, his arms holding her
closely. AS she opened her UNI
damaged eye a laugh rose to her
throat. Never had Don's EXPIRES
Sivc face registered more incre-
dulity. I'm one hand ne held the
wig and his eyes moved blankly
from it to Pats face.
"My, my" ne was whispering
like a man in a trance, my GoIdl-
locks"
"Oh, Don, don't look so f-fun-
n.y." Pats gasped.
But | thought - but !
thought" He was widowed.
Four streams of blood trickled
down his cheek, his collar had
been torn open, his tie dropped
under one ear. Pats struggled to
sit up.
WASN'T it a swell fight" she
inquired happily. covering her
swollen eye with one hand and
investigating the lump on her
head with the other.
Don moistened his lips. He
moved his eyes an inch from her
face and dartcd them back as if
experimenting with optical Illu-
SiOnS.
"Whcre'd you come frcm?" he
wanted to know, still in huShed
voice.
GIVE been here all the time.
Don, darling, you're hurt she
exclaimed cOntritcly. Pulling a
handkerchief from his pocket she
gently held it to his cheek. He
seemed unconscious of himself.
He sat down on the floor beside
Pats and they both leaned against
the couch.
"But you're out on the Post
Road waiting for me- Don SAID
dazedly.
Pats wanted to tell him. The
time had come and she was eager
for it but her brain stood still in
blissful lethargy. Contentedly she
rubbed her check against Don'S
shoulder. At last she began at
the beginning by speaking of
Trissy and John. And who were
they Don wanted to know.
Pats explained how she and
Trissy had come to New York to
lick the world, how, with their
money gone, Trissy had secured
the position as Don Monteray's
secretary and then John had sent
for TrisSy.
but she didn't know what to
do about me-" Pats went on. You
see | thought / was an actress but
| hadn't been able to get part
"Uh-huh." Don was complete
~ at sea. He kept a firm arm
around Pats as if the physical con-
tact gave him assurance.
$50 | said I'd be your Secre-
tary and Trissy said you wouldn't
have me because / was too good
looking"
That's the first lucid thing
you've said. Even | can see
that"
$50 | said I'd attend to that
and fixed myself up to look like
the plainest secretary who ever
typed letter" .,
care you trying to tell me-"
suddenly Don exclaimed, that
you - you were Miss-er-"
Pats nodded. "And | was a
pretty good secretary she an
swered cOmplacently. She touched
her damaged eye with experiment
tai fngertips. 81 was so good you
~, orrioI mo -