The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1940-01-26
THIEVES
REWARD
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By THAYER WALDO
Mcclure syndicate-wNU serviceJ

the barren waiting room.
Her superbly tailored suit was of
rich cheviot twist From the saucy-
smart toque atop the brown curIs
fell veil, covering her fine eyes.
Jane Selby moved a little on the
bench and nudged LueIla.
Must be the big shots daughter,
or somethin'." she whispered.
YEAH" her companion agreed
with a sly smile; ''yeah-or some
thin'!"
The newcomer went to the small
barred window
A YEARLY Indifferent face ap-
peared beyond the grating.
'PahdOn me-" the girl said, voice
warm and slow; as this the office
of Mistuh Geo'ge Sims, the casting
directuh?"
A monoSyllab,e Of affirmation.
well. l have an introduction to
him fom Mistuh JEFF Harris of New
Yo'k. Would you be so ve'y kind as
to take il in"
From her purse of soft alligator
skin she produced an envelope The
clerk accepted il, said: Have q
seat" and disappeared.
%MigoshH murmured Jane. "She
ain; after job, with all that swank,
is she?"
Il dunno. but y notice she won't
soil herself by sittin' down here
with us common folks"
They regarded the girl, scorntul
animosity in their eyes
Suddenly the door at her left
opened and bald man, wearing
glasses stepped out In his hand
was an open letter.
"Ah-you're Miss Beth Addison"
he questioned, smiling. and, at her
nod: Any relation to the famous
Addisons of New Orleans?"
''Cuh'nel Paul Danfo' tn Addison, :"
she replied, showing beautiful teeth,
was my mothuh's fathuh."
The director beamed.
"Well, well! This is indeed a
pleasure Please come in"
He followed her and the door
swung shut. Luella turned to Jane
with curling lip.
nah ninth cousins stepbrothah, ."
she mimicked savagely The other
girl gave short laugh and said:
''Yeah-ain't that just too sweet?
Because she belongs to some high
hat bunch with more dough than
they could throw away, Sims falls
all over her. But when we sit out
here every day for a week, prac-
tically starvin', he don't even see
u.s."
"LiSten!" Luella'S face was tense
with bitterness. IF he puts that
dame in a picture and pays her for
it, I'll kill him."
"A lotta good that'll do you! You
can't even make ten dollars a week
in the death-house. Besides, it
wouldn't be all his fault. If these
dirty chiselin' snobs didn't come
around tryin' to take bread out Of
our mouths"
She broke off and quickly grasped
Luella's arm.
Say, i got it! If she gets part
she'll have to have ticket, just
like anybody else Well. on the set
they won't know her; whoever shows
up with that ticket'll get the job. /"
Slowly little smile of compre-
hension appeared on the other girl 8
lips.
"Oh! You mean that We"
The query died on her lips as
the click of a turning door-knob
sounded. Beth Addison and the
casting director emerged from his
office. He took her hand and said:
''All right. then, my dear; that'll
be on stage four at nine o'clock to-
morrow morning. The supervisor in
charge will be notified
Thank you so much" she re-
sponded; this makes me ve'y hap
py."
Turning, she went to the outer
door while Sims again retreated. As
she stepped from sight. Jane
jumped up and started after her,
pulling Luella along.
OOIIle OIL. SIC iI4OllC4 Gu
Were gonna do little trailin'."
Beth Addison was hurrying up the
sidewalk. The two girls followed at
a little distance. Reaching the cor
ner drug store, Beth entered il.
Now you stay here" Jane in
structed swiftly; IN keep watch
and see she don't get away from
us
The southern girl was consulting
q phone directory which lay upon a
stand near the back Of the store.
From the entrance Jane watched,
saw her cross . moment later to q
booth. end noticed with sudden
ouickenJng of pulse that Beth's
curse had been iett beside the beck.
Carefully she looked around; q sin
Gle clerk was IN evidence, seated
Eebind the counter reading q mega
zine. Jane approached the directory
stand and commenced to turn pages
in the bulky volume, StesIthily one
hand stole out, closed Upon the bag
and slipped il beneath her coat
Then. with . deliber alton which took
every ounce Of VIII, she walked PAS,
.h> counter and ont The clerk