Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1939-08-05

about women and ended up with con-
victs." He turned to Betty James.
Her eyes had a faraway expression.
/ Her lovely hands were folded. About
] her lips was a slight touch OF mlrth.
! Poor women she said. They carry
so much on weak shoulders
With stout hearts, said Jarnegan,
well too much heat"
Betty James became more pensive.
Il see, said Richard Benson,
where the Joe Dorreys celebrate their
golden wedding this week"
"a long martyrdom," said Jarnegan.
IN bet their cross got heavy many
a time in so years"
whats the difference?" asked Harry
Kent. People like that were made TO
carry crosses, no matter how full o.
splinters-they take them right on up
the hill"
Mrs. Dorrey is lovely" put in Betty
James, shes never complained,
( splendid woman"
We'll" responded Barney Sloan, IF
you brought up four kids you wouldn't
have time to think OF just one cross"
Betty laughed We'll, she got them
free-Tnen are generous that way"
When the laughter died away, Betty
added: "She's old-fashioned in Holly
wood. She believes that if you have
the bad luck to marry man it's your
1 job to stick with him"
1T saves a lot of trouble and law
| yers bills here" said Harry Kent.
/ Barney looked at Betty as though
! she were alone in the room. She has
one gifted kid-that's a mighty high
average-and Larry Dorrey is gifted.
That's right" added Harry Kent
Il was with him the night he met
Felice Fuller" said Jack Jarnegan. Il
saw her hit him-right under the
heart-we were having dinner at
Levy's. Larry was there with Violet.
She had a name like a flower, but
less engaged. God forgive him for ever
leaving her-he needed her like a
! pickpocket does his fingers
Jarnegan's hand went through his
tangled hair. She was the moon on
dark night for Larry-the Tilt of
song when the house was still"
He did not speak for a minute His
eyes, softer than usual, met those of
Betty James. Some day." he resumed,
st want to direct picture-it will be
all Shadow-the meaning behind things.
Just why Larry and Violet and F'elice
had to be at table together and
how everything happened as though
know. I'll never forget Felice looking
at Violet and saying, You haven't
been in Hollywood long, have you
dear?"
NO. was Violet's answer, not too
long
"'Why?' asked Violet.
well and Felice looked at Larry,
you take possession so seriously
'Oh!' and Violet said no more.
Right then I seemed to feel a hand
going between Violet and Larry. They
were split apart Like Grand canyon
had come between them. 1t was that
simple. Felice fumbled in her bag and
like woman pulled out everything but
what she wanted. Dear, dear she said
to Violet, may borrow your eyebrow
pencil?' Violet handed it to her, and
Felce wrote her telephone number on
the tablecloth, and said to Violet teas
ing, You must call me up sometime.
Violet, who wouldn't have called her
up If the heavens fell, nodded, Yes
'Iarry's eyes followed Felice out of
the cafe. 1 knew then he was hit and
hurt.
"Felice came from burlesque-she
used to call herself a showgirl She
was as hard as the froSting on a week
old wedding cake and smart as poison
oak.
Larry was directing for Doris Gil
roy at the time. Doris wasn't an in
genue any more and wouldn't forget
she'd been one. They got to talking
about their next story Doris didn't
know a yarn from Sanskrit, but she
talked like runnerup for the Pulitzer
pri7e-a regular genius in a story con-
ference-full Of doubt about anyone
elses ability. One word brought on two
dozen others.
When Larry suggested that Doris
should play the part Of a middle-aged
woman, her cold words turned hot
She inferred that Larry was slipping,
and, to get even, he told her he could
develop any girl to take her place.
And she, cutting as a sharp knife at
a picnic, told him to go as far as he
liked. She only hoped his pickups
would have more brains than the little
milk weeds he scattered about her set.
"sYour SET he yelled, why you'd
still be q cashier in that tigsaw puzzle
factory If 1t hadn't been that MIR.
Blossomtfme liked snip with freckles
on her nose. I'm going out right now
and pick the worst little tramp / can
find to take your place
cit was night by this time. Holly !
wood quarrels drag ON that way. Larry |
took o few snifterg to keep his rage |
hot, and the fourth drink made him |
think Of Felice Fuller. He called her, |
and the maid told him she was over |
az Esllhoa'e cafe A director doesn't have /