The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-05-31
eY LOUISE HOLMe!

shield between Don and the out
side world. At the same time she
is falling in love in Don. ..s
CHAPTER ~
The days passed quickly, becom-
ing more clock-like with every
passing hour. Pats ran her little
office with q master hand. She
wrote letters, answered the tele-
phone, handled love-sick. femin-
ity, reporters and budding au-
thors with tactful efficiency. And
she learned to wait with feverish
anticipation for the rare times
when Don sent for her, when she
found him tumbled as to hair, ex-
ultant with creative prowess.
At these times he needed a lis
tener. His self-imposed exile
lacked the one thing to which ne
was accustomed, companionship,
To him she was not a personality
simply a human being who would
listen. Stubbornly she chung to
herr self-effacing role.
She was desperately lonely. As
the plain and capable Miss War
rem she dared have no contacts
with anyone and so carefully did
she live her part that her own
gay, fun-loving self became al
most a stranger. Night after night
she sat in some obscure theatei
where one of Don's pictures was
having a second or third run and
at these times she was neither
Pats nor Miss Warren. She was u
dreamy-eyed woman in love.
One evening, remaining late to
finish her work, Pats went to the
drug store for a sustaining matted
milk. Stepping fro mthe elevator
on her return she saw girl en-
ter her office. The living room
door beyond stood open. AS plans
for the circumvention of the glrpS
obvious intention fitte dthrougf
her mind, Don appeared in the
act of closing the door.
"Rosie - he gaSped and Pats
received the impression that his
cordiality was more than a little
forced. RoSie-that was the name
of the girl whose letter he had re.
fused to answer. How are you?
He extended his hand but the girl
ignored it. With q glad cry she
threw her arms around his neck
and kissed him lingeringly.
The girl was pretty in hard,
brittle way. She was tall and will
lowy, her hair was definitely red,
+ her eyes luminously brown. Pats,
busying herself at the desk, could
not help hearing every word that
was said. She thought the girl a
trifle overdone, too perfect as to
lipstick and rouge, the waves OF
her hair too painfully even, the
little curls in front of her ears
too obviously arranged.
81 thought you were IN Holly
wood" Don said, extricating him.
self from the girls embrace.
"What happened to your con-
tact?" >,
at was a beastly contract, y
Rosie complained. 81 walked out
on it." :.
Not a very wise procedure in
the picture game" Don comment
ed mildly.
Rosie's tone became sweetly ag-
grieved. al was lost without you,
Don." Hesitating the fraction of
a second, she asked, childishly
wistful, "You wanted me to come,
didn't you?" ,
NATURALLY I'm glad to see you,
the gentleman in Don responded:
81 knew you would be, Don, y
she went eagerly on. Il have an
idea. You know Baker is produc-
ing another red-head show in New
York. It's the chance I've been
waiting for. You'll help me get
in, won't YOU"
"Now listen. Rosie" Don's
tone was family eXasperated. -.
az knew you wouldn't fail me, y
she interrupted. you're my own
darling and of course you'll help
me" Her voice fairly dripped
with ingratiating sweetness.
Honestly I'd like to, Rosie.
You know I've always helped you
i'm the past, but ! have no drag
with Baker"
"Don't be silly, Dom" Out OF
the corner of her eye Pats saw
the brilliant Rosie cross the room
and perch herself on the arm OF
Don's chair. A consuming fury
suddenly possessed Pats. Don,
darling" Rosie cooed, with her
cheek pressed to his, you would
not let me down. All / need Is an
introduction to Baker
"Sorry, Rosie" He disengaged
her clinging arms and got to his
feet. :.
"Look," he went ont was
obviously last stand got you
a place in the pictures when you
came to me in Hollywood. That
was your chance" =,
"But was lonely without you.
She laid her bright, smooth head
ON his shoulder. "They weren't
nice to me, Don," she said pa
thetically.
Pats heard Don heave u great
sigh, knew that he had lost the
battle. ;, :,
"I'll do what | cam" he said
quietly. "We'll see Baker tomor-
row."
Rosie threw her arms around
his neck, she laughed and kissed
him. She danced away and back
to kiss him again. Her tears had
vanished.
Uno,l;nr dorlpu Don she