The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-05-23
CHAPTER K


the subway to the trailer camp tc
tell Rene about her good fortune
She burst into the trailer like q
whirlwind to be met by bowls from
| Rene.
'tClose that door, damn i'll" he
shouted. ''Do you want to ruin ev.
erything?"
Lynn stood still in the doorway
in amazement. All over the walls
standing on the stove, on the sink
on sofas, on the floor were scores
of sketches-all of a girl by the
name of Lynn Morrow. There were
sketches of Lynn in bathing suit, OF
Lynn walking, running, smiling over
a cup of coffee. And Rene, be.
grirned, with rumpled hair was
working away at his drawing board
turning out more.
Look! I've got an idea at last
You! Why I didn't realize before ]
don't know. I'll make my fortune
yeti"
''What does it mean, Rene?"
"Just that I have the SWEETEST
model in New York, and haven't
done anything about it. Now watch
me 60 to town." In a tumble OF
words as he worked Rene explained.
You're a natural! I wanted to
work and work at these sketches,
to hold every line firmly. Then III
start painting!" His eyes shone tri-
umphantly. ''I'u paint stuff that
can sell anywhereI" He threw down
his pencil. when do we eat and
what? I haven't had anything al
day."
Lynn frowned severely at him as
she put up the gingham curtain, got
out of her one decent outfit into the
old overalls ready to cook supper.
Didn't you even drink any MILK"
"Too busy!" he said shortly.
So engrossed was Rene in his own
ideas that Lynn did not get chance
to tell him about her new job and
her fabulous salary until at supper.
Nonsense! That will do for a few
weeks, but when get going I'll wan,
you to model all the time. You
can't 60 to work then. If only
had decent quarters. It's hard to
work in this joint" he said irritably.
Lynn was at work fifteen minutes
early the next morning and had to
wait until Madam got in.
It was almost 10 before Madam
could devote few minutes to Lynn.
She called her into one of the un-
occupied fitting rooms.
Now, my dear, I've made an ap-
pointment at Selano's for you at
1890. He'll cut your hair. You
don't do it well. And he'll prescribe
for your hands. If you must work
at home, wear rubber gloves. Get
back as soon as you can. This will
be busy day."
Lynn went obediently up the
street to the hairdresser'
The rest Of the day she kept get
ting in and out of clothes, parading
before customers.
At 5 o'clock Madam called her
again to another fitting room for a
hurried conference.
you've got a lot to learn, Lynn.
You have a million-dollar smile. Use
it, but only on the women. Didn't
you see Glenda Royal walk out just
now? Why, do you suppose? Be
cause you were smiling too much
at the old guy with herl Use your
head! Smile, but at the fool wom-
en!"
ST didn't realize" gasped Lynn.
"I know, but Glenda did" Madam
put her hand on Lynn's arm.
You're going to learn a lot in the
next few weeks. Most of it won't be
pleasant.
The days few.
One Sunday morning in May, Lynn
was cooking Sunday breakfast of
bacon and eggs. The trailer was in
a cloud of bacon smoke, for she'd
burned the first slices bit. Rene
was grumbling at her carelessness,
the smoke made his eyes smart.
eli, Boucher, are you there?"
called voice from the doorway.
Come in"
A man stepped into the doorway,
looming big in the little home.
Just then, in resounding smack,
a newcomer to the tourist camp
backed smartly into Rene's trailer.
Bang! Crack Away went the bacon
and eggs and the coffee pot, down
to join up with the sketches and
drawing board In a weller of grease
and general confusion. Lynn was
holding a burned hand.
"Oh, oh, how awful" Lynn was
on her knees trying to rescue the
sketches. She hardly saw the new
conner in the doorway.
That's it, that's it! Get to work,
you fool. Get to work. sayl" The
big man hoped and skipped about
over the floating drawings. Rene,
get to work. Sketch you fool, sketch!
That's what I wantl"
A great light broke over Rene's
face. "Stay there, Lynnl" He
grabbed up some paper from the
couch, pulled chair toward him for
a drawing board and set to work.
Lynn sat back on her heels and just
looked at the two mad men, as she
nursed her blistered hands. As she
started to rise, Rene cried: "Wipe
up the mess. Stay where you are. "
my handI"
Damn your hand!" Rene was
sketching furiously.
ITO BE CONTINUED