The Wilmington morning star., 1940-03-26
SYNOPSIS

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ROMANY HALLE, who wants to be
a radio star.
CHOLLY O'NEIL, her pal, who plays
in a music store.
BRENT NELSON, successful young
announcer, in love with Romany.
DOVER HAYWORTH, wealth
scion, in love with Cholly.
MYRA MOVES, famous radio star
and ex-fiance of Brent.
TERRY O'ROURKE, a singer who
had been engaged to Cholly.
BAXTER TREE, a continuity writer
without a job.
YESTERDAY: Romany receives her
first studio assignment, a role in a
serial drama, on a regular weekly
salary.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Myra Noyes was getting practi-
so hard she would forget that Brent
Nelson had broken their engagement.
Brent wondered how much longer it
would be before he would encounter
his e~x-fiance.
The luck seemed almost too good
to last. He had no intention of ap-
pearing anywhere near d Twilight
of Love" rehearsal. There vas no
doubt there would be fireworks, and
he had no desire to get in the middle
of them. 1t could do Romany no
good to have him sitting around
with Myra there.
Myra was puzzled as to why Trot-
ter had called a rehearsal for next
weeks scripts. And she was a lit
tie annoyed. Lack of sleep, together
with the fact that she was doing too
many shows for her nervous temper
ament, had not helped her DISPOSE
ton.
Romany was going over the first
script with Trotter when Myra en-
tered the studio, her hat off and
blond hair flying. She had driven
fast in the wind from the beach
where she lived. When Myra saw
her rival with Trotter she stopped.
Suddenly it was all clear. The
Halle girl was coming into her
show. For a few seconds she felt
faint. Trotter looked up, waiting
for her to speak. Her voice was
like ice when she asked:
What the devil does this
lnean?" Myra stared at the direc-
tor and the interloper, growing
whittier by the second.
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against the fluttering of her heart.
Facing the furious star was not go
ing to be easy. She dreaded the
scene that was certain to follow.
She must remember what Nelson
had told her; that dignity and poise
were two things Myra Noyes didn't
have. And that, with those two
weapons only, Romany could fight
her to a finish and win.
Trotter said evenly:
What does this mean? Why,
that I've given the part of Celeste
to Miss Halle. I thought we'd get
in a little extra rehearsing this aft
ernoon."
Myra was as tall as the little di-
rector. She stepped toward him SO
threateningly Romany was afraid the
enraged girl was going to strike out
like a cat. But instead, she doubled
her small fists at her sides and said
between clenched teeth:
It'll be damned if you're going to
Put Romany Halle in Twilight.
HoroN ;rto tLo A@;.4e, p,,,eo. --;+l /,
me. Well see Yanning about this"
Romany kept silent. Trotter turn
ed to Romany, his voice a keen-edged
sword:
Wait here, Miss Halle. Wen get
this unpleasant little job over right
now"
Romany leaned back in her chair
weakly after they had gone. Myra
was, not the only n who felt faint.
Romany felt her whole future at
Interstate lay in what happened be-
hind the closed doors of Yanning's
office.
Yanning did not get up when they
entered. Myra ran over to him
wildly, completely losing control of
herself.
yam" she almost screamed,
shave you heard what this man here
is trying to do to me?"
Yanning had never lost his dread
of temperamental actresses. He
shook his head. not speaking. Trot-
ter sat down coolly.
Miss Moves seems a bit upset
because I've cas- Romany Halle in
to Twilight" His jaw was set. "As
the director I have that right. If
Miss Noyes doesn't like my casting,
she can step out Of the show. This
behavior voids her contract"
Myra began to tremble. She sat
down because her knees would not
hold her. Yanning picked Up a pa
per weight, and seemed to be
studying it. Being entirely without
tact in the handling of his fellow
men, he hadn't the faintest notion
what to say. Myra waited for his
answer. Then she screamed.
Don't just sit there like a num-
my! Do something! Tell this-this
louise he can't do this to me. Fire
him! I won't have it tell you.
She isn't even one of your artists"
Trotter shook his head, disgust
written all over his face.
This is a fine example Of the
kind of material we've got in here
to work with, Yanning. Are you
going to let this woman rave and
scream in your office like an inn
becile?"
Yanning, with great effort, found
his tongue. He shrugged helplessly,
his face red with embarrassment.