The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-08-01
CHAPTER xxx

Lynn were right. reporters sought
Lynn out, but she said little. Then
somebody dug up that old portrait
which Rene had painted for the Lu
Lu garage mechanic. Lynn hid
away and refused to 60 even to
WeIlington's studio. She lost weight,
mooned about.
But suddenly she realized what
Terry had said was so. 1t was an
old story. People forget so easily.
There was a trunk murder to take
front page. Lynn was forgotten.
Marty found her on the third day
after the garage picture" story,
huddled in her darkened studio. He
pounded until she opened the door
In self-defense.
''How's Beautiful" he demanded
as he came in breezily He pretend
ed not to see her tragic face. and
WeIIington's wild. What's the idea?"
Lynn did not attempt to explain.
Get into your glad rags, we're
eating"
Lynn was defenseless before Mar
tvs determination. She went with
him. He marched her into the smart
est midtown restaurant he could
think of.
Take your medicine. It will be
over quick. Then you can go on
where you left off," he said as the
waiter took them to a conspicuous
table. Then the waiter paused So
ncitously, waiting for their order.
"You look half starved. Steaks,
that thickl" Marty said with a wave
of the hand.
YOU'RE always feeding me in
crises" Lynn said with little
laugh.
That's all you let me do, kid"
Martyrs voice was light, but his eyes
belied his words. You're such a
babe in the woods, Lynn"
Lynn shuddered inwardly under
the scores of interested eyes turned
toward them. Then across the room
she saw Chuck Austin dining with a
man whom Lynn did not know.
"Oh!" she gasped aloud. Chuck
had seen her, was bowling. He got
I'D and came over to her table.
1t was the first time she had ever
seen him since that February morn
ing when Wild had sailed.
How are you, Lynn" he said.
MAY I stop moment?"
Marty ordered a highbal for their
guest. Lynn's heart was beating to
suffocation. Her lips trembled so
she could not answer, only try to
smile.
Sorry about all your difficulties,
Lynn" His voice was quite sincere.
But maybe some day it will be for
the best. I think you're going places.
You'll turn UP in Hollywood one of
these days"
Thanks
Neither of them mentioned the
thing foremost in both their minds.
If only he'd give her some news of
Wild!
Then their steaks came, and Mar
ty turned the talk to business.
81 keep thinking of Hollywood for
you, Lynn. You're the type, and
you can act. You've grown up in
the last few months"
Yes" Lynn shook her head.
"And it is not very pleasant"
Its the business of living"
but I'm not interested IN Holly
wood"
'You can't go on like this You
can't model all your life. You're
capable of great things" Lynn
seemed to find the idea amusing.
81 mean it, Lynn. Wild isn't
worth running your life over. He's
good guy but playboy. 1t was
bound to end one way or another.
You'd never have been happy with
him. He's just the first man you
ever fell in love with. Some day
you'll look back and think how fun
ny you were with all your moaning
and weepingI"
Lynn's face was deadly serious:
81 wish could believe you, Marty"
There were sudden tears In her
eyes.
One cold November day while
Wellington was hard at work his
studio telephone rang. It was for
Lynn. Sometimes Marty called her
there if he had commission for
her. But it was Chuck. He wanted
to have dinner with her. When she
came back and stepped on to the
models stand again Wellington
watched her face.
Now that's the expression I've
been trying to get, Lynn. You've
been sort Of dead. Come on, turn
on that smile and keep it,"
She looked forward to the eve
ming eagerly. Just to be with Wild's
brother was comforting.
When Chuck called for her at z
o'clock he seemed blue and dis
couraged. He seemed III at ease.
Before they'd finished their soup
Lynn knew he would not mention
Wild. She could see that determi-
nation In his eyes. There was a re-
straint between them. Chuck tried
to talk about his own troubles but he
could not.
Finally Chuck gave up, took Lynn
home early, and when she asked
him to stop and smoke a cigarette,
he said he wanted to get home
early. His eyes pleaded for under
standing, and Lynn did understand.
It was no use. They could not be
friends. It was too difficult. When
Chuck left he did not ask If he could
see her again.
Alone in her apartment Lynn sat
down at the window for long time.
Somehow she'd always counted on
Chuck. It was foolish, after all,
Wild was his brother. That night
Lynn finally and irrevocably re-