The Wilmington morning star., 1940-03-15

That was Brent on the phone
Romany grabbed Choliy and pulled
her into the bedroom. And maybe
you don't know it, Toots, but you've
got a date. And you're gong on a
yacht"
ooh, no." Cholly began uncer-
tainiy.
But Ronany said firmly:
you'll go if 1 have to tie you.
Don't be a sap! Are you going to
sit here all evening twidling your
thumbs waiting for Terry O'Rourke
to call you? You ARE not. Get into
that cute little green linen sports
suit before I STAY you in cold
BLOOD"
Cholly stood in the middle of the
floor debating. Then she smiled:
"Okay. I'll 60"
Romany sighed with relief.
And without a struggle! We'll,
now you're talking sense, my dear
little red-headed nit-wit. You take
other raid on Aunt Cissie's clothes
closet. Get your hair wet and let it
curl up in those silly little baby
curls."
ooh, no" walled Cholly. "My hair
looks terrible that way"
You heard me" Romany pushed
her into the shower. You're not
going to wear a hat, and you know
perfectly we'll The boys love you with
that halo of itsy bitsy ringlets
around your baby face"
Shut up" yelled Cholly, cor I
won't go"
She was vehement on the sub
ject of her red hair, and Romany
couldn't resist teasing her. She
thought Cholly had the most beau
tiful hair she'd eve seen in her life.
Romany Yves filled with a great reso-
luton. If it was the last thing
she ever did, she a determined,
by hook or crook. to break up the
engagement between Cholly And
Terry.
And she would do it without the
slightest twinse of conscience.
Cholly had been tied down all
through her years in college by her
love for Terry. She was SO devoted
to him none of the other boys would
even try to date her. Cholly had no
idea how good looking she was, nor
how attractive to other men be-
cause she had been so completely
absorbed in her job of motherins
Terry.
Romany was certain it was moth
ing but the maternal instinct in her
friend that kept her tied to the
handsome, weak Terry. And her
love for music had something to do
with it. He did have the voice of
an angel. Nothing could stop him
from a great career if he would
just work and use his intelligence.
Cholly was a doll-like figure in
green, contrasting charmingly with
her red hair, when Romany came
out of the shower. Her blue eyes,
picking up the color of the mate
that sparkled brilliantly. Romany
signed ~enVlouSly:
"Oh, Lord! If I could just be lit
tie and cute like you, Cholly, in
stead of long and lanky and dark
and mysterious. I'd go right out
and find myself a millionaire and
never have a worry again as Ions
as [ lived. Nobody would ever sus-
pect o of malice aforethought.'
ooh, yeah" Cholly looked at her
reflection in the mirror in dismay.
Il suppose you're pining for
f%reckles, too"
The door bell rang and Romany
jumped.
THAT must be Brent now. You go
out and entertain him till I'm
ready"
Cholly paled:
"You-don't suppose it's Terry"
Romany hid her sudden alarm,
saying evenly:
And suppose it is. Don't let him
come UP. Make him tell you who it
is through the speaking tube"
Romany breathed a sigh of re.
lief when Cholly called that it was
Brent. That young mans eyes lit
with admiration as the sparkling
little red-head opened the door.
"You must be Cholly." He shook
hands, smiling broadly. "Old Doves
going to feel like kissing me when
he sees what I've brought him to
play with"
y "And who, may I ask, is Old
Dover" Cholly motioned the an
nouncer to a chair.
dover Hayworth the Third"
Brent informed her a little proudly.
when I called him to ask if it was
all right to bring along another
girl I found he'd forgotten to invite
someone for himself. He was most
grateful to me-"
"It looks" Cholly grined. "as
though we're stepping out in high
society tonight. He's the Little Boy
Blue of the corn syrup clan, isn't
he?"
THE syrup kid himself. And a
swell guy! Just as natural and
friendly as if he were one of his
fathers employees"
THAT sounds nice" Cholly sighed
with relief. Now I can breathe
more freely. I don't fit in with the
blue bloods so well myself. They
take n look at my mug and know
I'm Shanty Irish"
Brent laughed heartily.
I'm still looking for hayseed
when I comb my hair. When 1 re-
member that less than five years
ago I was walking around Chicago