Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1940-09-28

else and danced to Quieter music
where you could hear yourself talk.
1t was there that Anne casually
mentioned John Bresdon. They had
been talking about the show and
she said, You know. I have friend
who's interested in backing a show
He's just waiting for me to prove
I can do something, I guess"
She sensed he was interested but
when he answered, he was very
casual too. That's the right kind
Of friend to have, isn't it?" He
laughed. Bring him around some
time and we'll see what we can do
for him"
Anne said. st thought of telling
him about it, but as long as you
don't need any more hackers :"
Could Use an Angel.
Franklin interrupted. We'll, as
a matter of fact, We could use
another angel. You know how it is.
we have enough, but we can always
use more" He laughed again then
and closed the subject saying. We'll,
we'll see about it sometime when
we don't have anything better to
do. Now let's dance"
A light feather-white snow was
drifting windlessly in the street
when they started home. The cab
moved silently over the thin blanket
of white. 1t was an odd feeling
the way the two of them and the
driver were shut off from the whole
world and from the noises of the
city.
Van-she called him Van now
sat close to her holding her cold
hands. When they stopped in front
of the club he said very softly,
well, beautiful, we're going places,
you and r.
Anne nodded and her smile was
tremulous with gratitude His arm
went around her shoulders and his
voice was strained and low. He
said, Honey, I'm not the kind of
guy that takes advantage of taxi,
but I want to kiss you" BY that
time Anne could only close her
eyes in frightened anticipation and
be swung about by the weller of
emotions in his arms.
Her hand had been on the door
handle and now she pushed 1t and
the door opened. She pulled her
self away. please, Van I must go
in"
Van Gets Rough.
He had changed now and he tried
to hold her roughly. His voice was
rough. too. Anne, don't leave mel"
But she slipped away and jumped
out. Goodnight, Van. III see you
tomorrow" And she ran into the
house.
The door slammed and Mrs.
Monohan came out of the kitchen,
rumpled and sleepy in her gray
robe. Good evening, Miss Anne.
Did you have nice time?" Anne
smiled, starry-eyed with the melt
ing pin-points of snow on her
lashes. The most wonderful time,
Mrs. Monohan! Everything's per-
feet. I'll have to run up and see
mother"
Sure and you'll have to wait
then. For she's still out herself"
Anne didn't wait to question Mrs.
Monohan She hurried upstairs to
find Sheila who hadn't worked to-
night and would probably be in bed.
Hey" she said. whats all this
about my mother going out?"
Sheila looked up calmly from
her movie magazine. There was
an amused light in her eye. why,
dearest, your mother has gone to
dinner with none other than our
friend, John Bresdon! Better watch
your step. Anne. I think they were
just waiting to get rid of you. cause
they went out just after you did"
Anne threw a pillow at her and
then jumped. on the bed giggling as
Sheila, recovering from the pillow
attack, started to tickle her. She
screamed, Il give up!' and sat up
disheveled and red-faced. "Oh,
Shell, isn't life the most wonderful
thing?"
Anne Is Happy.
Sheila sat up too, and jerked off
the fur jacket. We'll, you won't
live long ii you ruin my furs!" She
threw the jacket to the foot of the
bed. And now I want to hear
all about this Mr.. Franklin of
yours"
Hes the most marvellous man
I've ever met!" Anne zhapsodiSed.