Evening star., 1940-06-20
F6be bouse 60
On Beacon Street
BY lrene
lonnen
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back into Mr.. Hanson's arms. I
don't like that idea at all. I'm not
sure that want to help you-after
ALL"
Lucy bit her lip. But Mr.. Block
-" she began.
Won't you please call me
Sandy?"
Says He'll Study Problem.
Her nod brought a gleam into his
blue eyes. I'll get to work on your
problem right away. Maybe by this
time tomorrow your troubles will
all be over. I promise!" He held
her hand for a moment, then
watched her go.
1t was ridiculous, but she felt
almost certain that he really would
fix things. She was even humming
a little tune when she finished her
walk and came back up Beacon
street toward the Granville man.
sion. 1t was almost 10 o'clock. At
the foot of the steps she met Laval,
who had just returned from the
opposite direction. He'd been on
his usual daily trip to post Uncle
Luke's letters. He must have sensed
the change in her mood, for he said,
There, miss, didn't I tell you the
sunshine would do you good?"
She decided that she'd tell Uncle
Luke about her engagement to Greg
at the first possible moment.
Luke Granville at that very mo-
ment was pacing back and forth in
his study. He usually read the latest
plays or wrote in his memoirs at
this period of the day. but today he
was in no mood for either diversion.
Luke Granville, the idol of thou
sands in his day, was still impress
sively handsome, his famous visage
scarcely changed, except for a GER
tain sharpness that had come into
it, his hair still luxuriant waving
name crowning the aristocratic
head, but streaked with gray. His
walk was even yet erect and debo-
nair, and partly due to luck and
perhaps more due to rigid dieting,
he maintained his slenderness
The room was filled with re-
minders of the glory Luke Gran
vile had left behind him when
he'd retired at the height of his
success; a letter opener given him
by the great Delhardt, clock from
a famous producer.
Sandy Breaks In.
Now, he had returned to the chair
before his desk and was examining
intently certain picture of young
woman, named Rita Star. A faint
wisp of a smile played about his
thinly nodded mouth as he did.
And then he heard Laval speaking
loudly just outside the study door.
But I tell you he does not want
to see you. I sent you away once
before today!"
He heard the door behind him
open and shut then. Who is it, La
val?" he asked, slipping the picture
back into the drawer of his desk.
THAT stupid playwright again?"
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room, and Granville wheeled sud-
denly, as it occurred to him that
Laval had made no sound or move.
"Oh-so you got past Laval after
ALL" he said.
II had to see you, sir" Sandy
Block said. He walked around the
desk and stood opposite his host.
Il told you before" Luke Gran
vile flashed, that I will not read
your play! No matter how good it
is! Now get out"
I've not come about the play this
time," Block answered. 1--WE come
about something-very important to
your-happiness, sir"
Important" Luke Granville bel
lowed. "What?"
Rita STAR" Sandy Block said
quietly. He held up a warning hand
as Granville started to expostulate
angrily. wait. I've been trying to
get you to read my play, and then
it just occurred to me that If I