The times-news., 1938-03-25
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I after all. He can't be working on
! the portrait in the midst of al
/ this. Suppose he should have
! zone away for while? Oh,
| but he must not be here. | could
not bear that.
If Miss Thorvald's portrait is
rs successful as yours the doctor
was going on, "Manthon ought to
be L made man-that is, SuppOS-
ing popularity is the mark he's
shooting ut. Do you know, in
my weak moments | envy fellows
like Manthon.'
"Why weak moments" Con-
stance asked tartly. "Arcn't you
being just little bit paroniz-
ing"
Hr glanced ut her, chucklcd and
then sobcrcd abruptly.
Lord. no." he replied. IL know
my place. Manthon creates things
| Just try to patch up what some
one else has wrecked. Some
times | think it would be q whack-
inr rood sort Of lifc-iust to ere
ate beauty, instead Of tinkcring
uglincSs. Did you ever stop to
think that Il doctor spends half
his time patching up pc"plc who
might be- better off dead, SO they
can 20 right on suffering some
more.
Constance said vaguely, "ics, |
suppose 81.
She WAS caught up i'm the flight
Of her own racing thoughts ::
Dcrrk's face when he first saw
her there. The first words he
would say 10 her. and she To him.
And from time tn time, Il
chilling dread of the fantastic
thing she had come here to try to
du.
She had seen Camilla Wynnc
often on the screen: and she had,
she knew. AN amusing gift OF
mimicry. IL was that which hau
carried her triumphantly through
that historic afternoon at Daim-
ler's. When she did Camilla
Wynnc for her friends. they
rocked with mirth. But she hadn't
been brought here to be amusing.
This was stark reality. Today she
must be Camilla Wynne - to 4
boy who had known and loved
her. She leaned back in her seat,
her eyes closed, and tried to pic
ture the screen actress in every
phase and mood in which she had
ever seen her.
When they drove through the
outer gates of FL Rancho del OrO-
and up an avenue Of palms to the
door. Whitehead nurse was
waiting to meet them. Evidently
Dr.. Rogers knew her well, for he
smiled and said, as if speaking to
a friend in whose Judgment he
had confidence:
This is Miss Maidwell, Miss
Wilcox, the young lady | wired
about. What do you think"
It's an amazing resemblance,
doctor. With a little touching up
here and there, she could fool
Miss Wynue's mother"
How is Mr.. Thorvald?"
Very restless, Doctor. Every
time ne drops off to sleep, he
starts up again and begins to cry
out, 4 killed her, | tell you.
You can't fool me. But she
shouldn't have grabbed my arm
or something of that sort. And
the first wrong move is going to
start that hemowhage up all over
again"
did you tell him Miss Wynne
was coming to see him.
"His sister did. but he wouldn't
believe her. d. | sent Miss Thor
valid to lie down, Doctor-and her 3
father, too. They were up all
night"
Fine" ne said heartily E.
All, that pleased him, That's right
up his street, Constance thought
maliciouSly. who's with him
nOw?" nc went on.
ne OtnSf nurse. | waited up
till you came-oh, and Dr.. Sand
ford'S in the library. He thought
you'd want to see him before you
took over the case. I'll show
MiSS-thiS young lady to her
room"
= e
She led Constance to Il pleasant
second-roOm floor. 1t was huge
and airy, with cool plaStered
walls. A door opened out upon a
gallery shaded with roses and wis
terra. Below was q Towering
patio with pool and fountain.
As Constance sat down at
dressing table to remove her hat,