The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-05-30

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Why didn't you tell me?"
Lynn tried to explain she didn't
think it was important.
mot important? Humph!" Mad
am said nothing more, but she went
into her office, straight to the tele-
phone.
If Madam was stunned by Lynn's
sudden leap into the linelight, three
men, all of them interested in Lynn,
were even more upset.
One of them was Mortimer. He
saw the magazine as he ate break
fast, and it spoiled his whole day.
Terry McNair saw it in Asheville
waiting to drop in to New York for
few days before he went on up to
Maine.
Wild Austin was in New York.
He was staying at his mothers
Long Island home and when he
drove in to town that morning,
through the Long Island Springtime,
he felt suddenly weary with life.
His car stopped at his office next
to his fathers, and Austin went into
the lobby. At the cigar store, the
new weekly was stretched out, in a
long line of ten, from cord over
the counter. He stood there speech
less, staring. Then he bought one,
fed toward his rarely occupied suite.
He looked at it a long time. There
can't be any mistake!" Then he be-
gan hunting feverishly for his tele-
phone book. Wild knew Marty Sic
denberg, and, Of course, he teIe-
phoned him Immediately.
Hello, Marty, Wild speaking" he
said when the call got through.
who's the gorgeous blonde on your
magazine this week."
Marty laughed with pride: mice,
eh? Say, you're the steenth guy
that's called this morning."
Gam I? know Miss Morrow, as
it happens"
do you? She's worth knowing"
Wild tried to keep his voice cas-
ual: "Any idea where I can get
hold of her? I'd like to send her
some flowers"
'Of course, you would, you old
fox!" Marty roared with laughter.
This was getting good and he was
thoroughly enjoying himself, for
Mortimer's call had preceded Aus
tins.
That's charming thought, Wild.
Send them to me and III see she
gets them!"
Wild frowned, but his voice con-
tinued to be perfection. "I'd like
to take the kid to lunch"
$50 would about a million other
guys in this town. Listen, Wild, I'm
not going to turn that kid over to
you! She's nice girl"
Wild laughed: 81 resent that!" FL
nalIy, Wild gave up in despair. Mar
ty was not to be cajoled, and he
refused to give Wild any informa-
ton about the Rene" who had
signed the picture.
"You made a real find there"
Wild said finally, resorting to fat
terry.
You're tellin' me? She's one in
a million! And the artist is not so
bad!"
81 wouldn't know about thatl"
tipped Wild. $50 it's thumbs DOWN."
Absolutely"
''PQ find her In twenty-four hours
if it's the last thing I ever dol"
Wild warned.
That's a bet. How much?"
Five hundred"
So Wild set about the new busi-
ness of his day to find Lynn. He
had no idea where to start. He
telephoned every artist he knew, and
drew a blank. At least he was GER
tain that the girls name was Lynn
Morrow. He even tried Mortimer
again, and Mortimer pretended he
did not know what Wild was talking
about. That was the call Mortimer
had so dreaded. But he felt he had
carried off the thing rather well.
By night he was discouraged. He
called detective agency he knew,
gave them the magazine and told
them to go ahead.
Later, In his room at home, Wild
looked over the morning papers. He
glanced at them all, threw them
down, picked them up again. It
must have been 2 o'clock when he
started on the towns most famous
gossip column. There was one para
graph which caught his eyes when
be was half through it.
THAT gorgeous blonde on the r.
E. A. cover this week models for
Nine. Reanoud's Fifth Avenue shop.
She's honey, all right. Hollywood
please copy"
Wild reached for a telephone book.
Madam's shop was at GAL Fifth Ave
nue.. Two A. NJ. Nothing he could
do tonight. But Wild put a sign on
his door for his valet which read:
Call for me at A. M"
Next morning when Lynn came to
work there was a big purple box
waiting for her. The girl opened it
and from the masses of swirling
tissue and packing came two gor-
geous purple king orchids.
The other girls stood about ex-
claiming as Lynn held her first or
chids in her hand.
who are they from?" somebody
demanded.
Lynn looked at the card, hidden
in the box. It read: ga plea and an
apology" It was signed simply
wild"