The Wilmington morning star., 1940-08-28
SYNOPSIS

LINDA AVERY, IeCeptIoi1lo' AZ
New York models a agency
starts to rebuild her romance
with ,-
RONALD STAFFORD. her child
hood sweetheart, whohas Swung
his way to fame on a trumpet,
but
SARAH MARLEY, wealthy gla'
MOI girl, is trying to caloturs
Ronald for herself. MeanWl lie
ROBERT BARTON, young elo4n-
eer. strikes up a friendship with
Linda. He introduces her to
TERRY ADAMS, publicity man,
and Terry's sweetheart.
CAROLINE PICKARD, who has
been unable to find work.
YESTERDAY: Linda takes Caro-
line to live with her. After Caro-
line goes to bed, Linda steps out
on her balcony and hears Robert
arguing with a woman IN his
apartment above. He sees Lin
da and climbs down. Just then
somebody appears on Roberts
balcony.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As the door opened above her,
on Roberts balcony, Linda glanced
up. It was, an instructive gesture.
She vas not aware that she hest
tated in her movement toward the
hidden part of her own small ter
raced porch. But the few seconds
required for that voluntary gesture
were all the occupant of the higher
balcony needed.
A dazzling, brilliant flashlight de-
scribed an arc around Linda's face.
She knew that she stood clearly
revealed to whomever stood up
there, while she herself could see
nothing. A voice, low, rich drama
tic, entirely in control of itself,
spoke in the sudden silence.
Il see you clearly, my dear.
Now know where Rob is. Sort of
a retreat for him you maintain, |
imagine. It's sweet of you, but no
help at all. l always get what
want-and I am marrying him! !
am glad I witnessed tonight's by
play. I'll know you-when we meet
again"
Before the speech ended Linda
felt a strong hand pulling her gu,
Of the flashlights ray, and another
hand on her mouth, preventing any
words she might have spoken.
Not until the door upstairs closed
did Rob speak, though. His worS
were low. hurried d, dismayed
Good grief, the old girl will make
your life a bedlam until I get her
convinced. I'm as important to you
as last nights newspaper. I'm NO
end sorry, but I'll get you out OF
it."
Even yet Linda had no fear,
there in the April night on the
balcony with the monastery dream
ing just below, and the towers OF
the city, ghosted now, and silent,
hemming in the garden. She said:
Her voice is beautiful, although
it said such spitefuI things. She
might have been giving an imper-
sonation, playing a role. Who is
she?"
Good girl, Linda! You got it.
She's Nina Nevins, the actress, and
maybe it is a role"
Nina Nevins!" She knew that
name. The actress face and voice
had been favorites as far back as
Linda could remember. But the wo-
man wasn't young any more. Not
old, but burdened with years SC
far as her favorite roles went. She
must have passed forty long ago.
The stage still honored her, asked
for her in mature roles. but she
liked the younger parts of yester.
day. So there hadn't been so many
appearances lately.
But her name spelled magic any
where, even on a balcony still ring.
ing with her insults.
II have to dash in a second
Linda, but I w you an expla.
nation. It sounds fishy, I know, but
it's the truth. 1 had an uncle who
died a long time ago. I guess ]
inherited the old boys chin or nose
or something. Anyway, Nina was
engaged to him and when she saw
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