Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1940-09-22
bp Rito Honsen

an actress.
They climbed four flights of stairs
to an attic room where the sloping
walls and ceilings were banked with
cigarette smoke and hung with care
less sketches and oil paintings side
by side. Anne had been there few
times before but it still seemed like
a queer sort of party. There was
food everywhere and people ate
whenever they wanted to. 1t was
crowded, too, and most everybody
sat on cushions or on the floor. In
fact there were no chairs, just
some drawing boards and model
ing stand in the corner and piano
and photograph.
John was introduced to some Of
the celebrities and after awhile
danced with Anne and they talked
together for the first time. You're
different from the actresses I've
known" he said.
Expects Her Chance.
Anne wasn't sure what he meant
and her answer was bit stiff. Il
can't imagine why" she said shortly.
He smiled, slow grin that went
all over his face. Maybe it's be-
cause they weren't such very good
actresses"
Anne thawed a little. well, it's
never been proven how good an
actress I am" she said. You know
I'm just the understudy in Moon
Music"
But Mike told me you were un-
derstudying the star. That's some
thing. I suppose she never gets TAX
en- i'll suddenly, does she?"
Never" Anne agreed wryly. But
I'll get my chance someday, and III
show EN-
The photograph was turned off
then and somebody started to
play the piano. They Joined the
group at the piano and Anne saw a
tall, brown-haired young man lazily
playing music that danced out of
his fingers and sparkled in her ears.
There was something amazing in the
easy, relaxed way he sat there and
made such lifting rhythm. She
| turned to John Bresdon.
Il thought I knew every one in
teresting here. I wonder who that
is?"
John looked at her. IT met him
couple Of weeks ago at an OPEN
ing. He's song writer, Geoff Ayres.
Writes music that's amazing and
also some that's very bad. It's the
mad music that sells"
Likes His Name.
Geofry. Geoff Ayres nice
name. She watched him until he
noticed her standing there. Then
she walked away with John. She
didn't like the way he'd looked at
her, ike she was just another silly
female standing by his piano and
hero-worshiping him. I bet he
thinks he's pretty wonderful she
told herself 1t made her a little
angry and she sat and sulked while
She1la danced with John. Once she
looked across the room at him and
then turned away quickly. He'd
caught her eye and smiled. I'm
just as bad as that girl who's got
her arms around him. She was
ashamed of herself.
So later, when he came to sit be-
side her on the small bench in the
corner, she tried to be very superior
and quietly cool. He handed her a
plate with some sandwiches on il
and sprawled comfortably beside
her
you're new one, aren't you?'
he smiled. DO you know there's
star caught in your hair?"
Unconsciously, Anne's hand went
up to her head while at the same
moment she realized what he said
He laughed into the glare she gave
him and pulled her hand down to
the seat between them. mo, don't
bother it he begged. 1T looks
much better in your hair than it
did in the sky" He leaned over
commercially. Besides, some of
the star-dust has fallen into your
black eyes"
Being a song writer certainly
Keeps your line we'll polished up.
doesn't it?" Anne's tone was acid.
1t helps" the young man ad-
mltted. Then as Anne pulled her
hand away, he said, AL right. YOU
can have your hand back, but YOU
won't need to slap me really. .
He settled back against the wall
and grew thoughtful. You know.
when I meet some one like YOU I
usually write a song about them >
Anne was silent. Too bad they've
already written one called Star
dust Swell title. But never mind
Ill write better song for YOU, a
really beautiful one"
Copyrisht, 1870 Chicago Daily News, Inc
tomorrow: Anne gets the chance
of lifetime.)