The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-05-30
TRAILER GIRL
By VERA BROWN
WNU Service

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added, her anger rising.
Madam did not answer but she
looked guilty. For she was, of
course, responsible for that item in
the Broadway column. 1t was good
publicity for her shop.
Now, my dear, he's a nice boy, a
little wild, but nice"
Lynn shrugged, tossed the orchids
onto the table.
So an hour later, when wild"
walked into the shop, Madam met
him, wearing the flowers he had
sent Lynn. She flushed uncomfort-
ably, for she knew he recognized
them instantly. He held out his
hand: please help me, Nine. Rea-
noud. She's angry at me and want
to make my peace. Can I see her a
moment? Some place a little pri-
vate?"
I'm my Office" was all Madam
could say as she sent for Lynn.
The girl came in. Then she saw
Wild. She halted suddenly. He came
toward her, and Madam, always
discreet, left them together.
please, Lynn" Wild held out
his hand.
Lynn did not trust herself to
speak.
81 came hoping you'd forgive me.
7 behaved badly, Lynn"
Lynn smiled a little uncertainty.
It all seemed long time ago that
she had run away from his moth
er's home. It did not matter now,
nor did he. She had hated him once
bitterly. Now that Austin was here,
he seemed stranger. That night
in Florida seemed trivial and far
and unimportant.
81 have forgotten all that" she
said in a low voice, anxious to be
done with this conversation, to get
back to work.
That's kind of you. was sorry
afterward, tried to find you, but
you'd disappeared"
Lynn smiled at the memory Of
that panic, and how poor Rene had
dashed for the North that night.
Seeing her smile, Wild was BEAM
ing. ''I sent a peace offering this
morning. but you didn't accept it, I
see"
ST was angry, just for the mo-
ment. Wen forget the whole thing"
Her tone held a note of dismissal.
Would you have dinner with me
tonight? I'd be very grateful, sure
you'd forgiven mel" Wild pleaded
well, because he was quite sincere.
THAT is impossible, Mr.. Austin"
Seeing his face fall she added by
way of explanation: ''You see I find
so little time to pose for Mr.. Bou-
CHER that I go straight home so
he may make use of the hour Of
daylight left"
''Wiu you let me drive you, them"
Lynn tried to refuse, but he pro-
tested so hard she finally nodded:
''If it gives you pleasure. live
down in the Village. It is not far,
but I must go directly to Mr.. Bou-
CHEERS studio"
Whatever you say"
Business was excellent and Nine.
Reanoud was beaming. It was al
most closing time when Terry Nc
Nair came dashing into the shop.
Madam knew his sister well, sold
her clothes often. In fact, she had
sold Helen the frock Lynn had "bor-
rowed" that eventful night In Feb
ruary.
Lynn was modelling bridesmaid's
trock when Terry arrived. Nine.
Reanoud kept him occupied until
Lynn was free, and she shook her
head over Lynn's friends. She had
no idea the girl knew so many i'm
portant people. Madam felt she had
been right to suspect Lynn of hid
den worldliness. Certainly she must
have learned much from these two
young men!
Lynn was pleasant to Terry, took
the box Of roses his chauffeur
brought in, refused to have dinner
with him. He left finally when she
promised she might dine with him
later. But he waited outside to see
Wild drive up in his car. Terry
came over to Wild's roadster and
grinned.
$50 you weren't interested in Miss
Morrow" His voice was knocking.
"Only to apologize for being so
rude to her." Wild said unconfort-
ably. He was frankly embarrassed
at Terry's appearance.
Where are you dining?" Terry
asked next.
cat Pierre's," Wild lied. "You
might join us there later, If you
can"
With an elaborate nod Terry an
swered: Thanks, you mugI You
know darned well you won't be
there, if you thought I'd turn upI"
Just then Lynn came out wearing
a prim white linen suit, which set
off her luscious beauty to perfec-
ton. She talked with them both for
a moment, then climbed into Wild's
car.
''I want to lose Terry" Wild ex-
planned as he turned off Fifth Ave
nue.. ''I'u hurry you home. But !
don't want him bothering you"
Wild was as good as his word. He
drove at breakneck speed, and
shortly they were before the studio
of Washington Square.
Pm sorry must hurry, but Rene
will be waiting"
AREN'T you going to eat?"
Later, perhaps"
How long does the brute keep you
posing?"
Until almost dark" Lynn did not