Henderson daily dispatch., 1937-02-20

JANET rummageo through ner
wardrobe and found white chit
fon skirt that was sufficiently full
so that it could be shortened. She
found a red Spanish shawl and a
tall comb. She wrapped the shawl
about her and stuck the comb in
her hair. The effect was hardly
devastatingly Carmen-like.
In fact it reduced her to COM
plete nonentity and made her feel
depressed.
She was dressing for the cos
tune party to be given by the
Countess Di Gremini, a former
New York society woman who now
made her home in Hollywood and
gave fabulous parties to bolster up
her slipping popularity in the east.
Definitely Janet disliked the
whole idea. She thought: You
have to have a certain kind of
personality to carry a costume
with aplomb. l haven't. And
don't like blowing horns and wear
ing paper caps. don't like jump
ing through paper hoops either but
I seem to be doing it every day
of my life these days.
Darling" she had said to her
husband, that plane trip was
very exhausting and really don't
mind having you go without me-"
Then she realized it really wasn't
that Joel wanted her to go with
him because he wanted her to be
with him; he had another reason.
He had said, Have you not go
with me the first night of your
return! There has been enough
said now without giving them any
thing else to say"
Janet had wanted to ask why,
who was saying what, but the
maid was in the dining room then
and, when she had served them
their vegetables, Joel had changed
the subject.
Then there were some telephone
calls for each of them and it was
time to dress for the party.
Joel had never looked handsomer
or more debonair to Janet than he
did that night. He had worn a
Spanish costume to join in effect
with hers. But it served merely
to contrast her own colorlessness.
Janet had been right; she wasn't
the type for costume parties. She
rather resented Joels attractive
ness.
She was strangely silent as their
big car rolled over the roads to
Brentwood. She knew that her
silence made Joel uncomfortable.
Joel" she said at last, whats
1t all about? You'd better tell me.
I'd rather hear it from you.
know that there has been talk
about something. It probably isn't
very important; it seldom is out
here. But it is important enough
to upset you. I know you so well.
I know when you erect walls be-
tween us. You're so obvious about |
it. Tell me? ?"
WELL" he began and stopped. |
He made much ado about tapping
his cigaret, lighting it. Then he
held it in his fingers and didn't |
even notice when the light went
out.
! Come on" she said lightly. It'll
can't be so bad"
ooh, it isn't bad" he said hasti-
ly. ut really isn't anything, ex-
cept you see after you went
away :. one night 1 that is,
Chester Vernon and I ;"
II know" Janet said, "you
wrote me about it. You went to
Carol Griest's because you were
making picture with her and you
wanted to talk it over. You wrote
me about it, don't you remember ?"
She felt rather than heard JoePs
sigh of relief. YES" he said,
that was It."
There was a pause. "Well go
on, Joel. People don't talk about
that. What else was there?"
Nothing. Nothing" he said.
"Oh, come, dearest" Janet en-
couraged. Il know better. Il
know that you went to the bouts