Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-05-13
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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Of1AFIER If1lNIY 1.-TWO
THE AROMA of sudden success
is a heady perfume. Becoming a
celebrity in a circle that she had
always exalted was enough to turn
any woman's head.
Eleanor Parrish, lifted to the
heights Of success and celebration
almost as soon as her prize novel,
"Descendents of Kings" was pub
lished, found herself a kind of
glamor girl in brilliant spotlight.
Lauded by the critics. backed by
the machine of promotion and pub
licity, her book took on at. once.
Four weeks from the date Of pub
lication it was in the best-seller
ranks and her name was on the tip
of the reading worlds tongue.
Privately, she thought the whole
thing extravagant in the extreme.
The story and the Characterization
were no different-or better-than
those she had done in her serials.
When the critics talked about her
'sympathetic insight" she put her
tongue in her cheek and kept it
there, feeling trifle contemptu-
GUS of the poverty of the literary
critics that they had to seize on
praise.
''As if the emotions and the re-
actions Of those sticky, sentimental
characters were of any impor-
tance," she said to Phil.
eff you want to jangle diamond
bracelets on your wrist, baby, it's
all right for you to consider these
things unimportant, but see that
you go on writing them so that
your critics won't know how you
feel" he had answered.
II don't want to wear diamonds
on my wrists" she told him.
Dwight Morgan told her that she
should wear diamonds in her hair.
Like Titiana," he had said.
thought that rather sweet. 81
Dwight Morgan was one Of the
increasing numbers of people who
sought her out. There were a
number of men like Dwight Nor
gan. He was writer. Not a
very successful or important one,
but he made enough at his short,
rather clever pieces in magazines
to permit himself leisure and the
proper: accoutrements to appear
more successful than he was.
She didn't even remember where
she'd met him. It was at one of
the late afternoon, or after-t -theater
parties to which she and Phil were
6 bid.
People she'd never known show
cred them with casual invitations.
The post and the telephone were
cluttered up with them.
Mrs. Parrish 2" a cool telephone
voice would ask. '"This is Amanda
Weatherby. know we've met /.
and, Of course, we know Phil. This
IS the first opportunity to tell you
now much l adored your book. {.
II you're going to be in town over
the weekend, won't you come by
ior cocktail? Both of you? Ten
ten Park. At sevenish? I've a
rrlghtfuhy attractive man who
wants to meet you"
ihe prospect of meeting the
,trlghtfully attractive man" was
not what engaged Eleanor; it was
ner childish, but concealed, delight
IN nelng a sought-after celebrity.
one thought it was rather cheap
Ior a married woman to get any
pleasure out of the prospect of
,leetng man who wanted to meet
ner because she was "frightfullv,
attractive" If Mrs. Weathersbv
nad said something about the man
oelng interested in her work. that
would have been different.
Sne had not known what tol
oo ABOUT those invitations at first. |
one,d tell Phil about them and he
would ponder on them. SAVING at
iast, = remember her and I think
ao might be a good idea for YOU to |
90 and meet her. She NAV be able |
20 90 you some good" or, "Can't |