The Wilmington morning star., 1940-02-20
CHAPTER ~THIRTY-SEVEN

L1lC1 l4S 1
been there a little more than a tort
night before when Fabienne sey'
mour first came to the Park-Plaza
hospital. There had been only q
chair, a lounge and a mirror.
IF you've any use for this room
you may have it," Mrs. Chanalel
had told the girl. "You nay 1lno
other things you'd like to do here.
Well talk over any ideas you nave
and see if they're practical"
F~abienne's ideas had flowed in
rapid succession and now, in SC
short a time, she had become a use
ful volunteer worker with an Office
of her own.
On her desk there was a file OF
, the backgrounds of each little charl-
ty patient, rehabilitation work lndl'
Gated for the future. This had been
Fabienne's idea to interview Inc
parents, to make contacts with So
cial organizations that would take
up the cases if there should be 1u-
ture needs. There was also a small
private file of Fabienne's frlenos
who could afford to help financially
In her projects.
She called on Camilla Morse say
ing, Darling, I've done a complete
right-about face, as you prooaply
know, and I'm horribly ashamed OF
the way 1 treated you when o
wanted me to serve on your COM
mittees. Because now I want your
help"
Camilla groaned. Il might have
known 1 was heading for trouble
when 1 came in answer to your call.
You certainly have done a right
about! Well, what can 1 do?'
Open a fresh air camp where we
can send our convalescents," Fa-
bienne said promptly.
Come, Fabienne! Not my East
hampton place."
"No. Camilla, I don't care
where it is SO long as it's some place
in the country. We ought 10 be
able to get a big farmhouse some
where for about a hundred a month.
I'll pay the rent, but you and your
friends are going to raise the MAIN
tenance money. You'll need the COM
mlttee, get Lulu and Frances and
Jane and Gloria She launched in
to an enthusiastic plan for Camllla's
group to raise money.
When she'd finished and Camilla
had agreed to try Fabienne's sus-
gestions, she said, Fab, if anyone
had ever made a bet with me that
you'd turn out to be a Florence
Nightingale, I certainly would have
taken it up and thought I'd be sure
to win.
Fabienne laughed. Don't be de-
ceived by the white uniform. Mrs.
Chandler suggested that 1 wear 1t
because it's more in keeping with
the whole scheme"
Camilla eyed her knowingly.
"NVho's the doctor in the case?" she
asked.
"Doctor?" Fabienne answered,
knowing perfectly well that her
cheeks colored swiftly as Camilla's
dart struck home.
THE doctor you've fallen in love
with"
NONSENSE" Fhbienne pronounc.
ed. I'm doing this work because
I owe it. You must come down and
see our Willoughby house actors.
We're opening our first play on
Tuesday. That's tomorrow. Ad'
mission free or five dollars per per-
- tLoco Tho nm afford il V01
can afford it."
Camilla fled, saying, you'll take
my last cent if I don't get out this
minute"
Fabienne went to the elevator
with her. "By the way" Camilla
said while they waited for the cal
to come up, "Who do you think we
ran into last night? Nicky! At the
Persian room at the Plaza"
"Really? You know Nicky's set
tied down a lot He's working"
Yes, he told us. We stopped al
his table for a monet. He was with
a very attractive girl. l wonder il
you've ever met her her name
was Chapel or something like that
Chapman? Could that be it?'
Fabienne asked, surprised. Of
course it was surprise it couldn't
be jealousy. But Nicky and Eller
didn't have any dates together e
cept in foursomes. She remembered
that Ellen had not been in when she
got home the night before, hadn't
come in until long after Fabienne
was asleep.
Eyes, that was the name. J
thought she was quite unusual"
plain, but she has a great dea
of charm, Camilla. She's of m,
best friends. 1 live with her."
TOh," Camilla said, refrainins
from repeating that Ellen was quit
attractive. There had been a spar
kle and glow about her that Ca
milla and her husband had OBJ
served.
Fabienne had never seen Ellen a
she looked that night at the Plaz
with white flowers tucked into he
dark hair that she had brushed Int
a fluff on the back of her neck. Tn
white faille gown she wore was on
that Fabienne had given her an
it's adroit lines had given fluidlt
to Ellen's slight figure so often OF
secured by the cut of her own ine1
pensive clothes. This gown had
simple fitted bodice and a skirt tina
flowed out in stiff wide folds t
give her added height and bring on
the natural dignity that was PAL
of her.
Coupled with this was the glo