Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-09-09

never occurred 10 MIN, Joan SPOON
her head dejectedly.
Dope" she .murmured. How
can such a smart guy be such a
dope >.
The sketches were approved and
the arrangements made before
Joan made her announcement u
Angus. That worthy young man
stared al her.
But YOU can't 20 on vacation
in September" he howled.
"Nhy not: We're not busy.
This is the time engagements
are being made and announce
ments Of forthcoming bouts. Me
I'm going on vacation"
He frowned thoughtfully.
Bermu a" he exclaimed.
Listen, Joan, the Cassens are
still there, l think. That gal
ought TO be marrying around
Christmas. Hop down there, and
see if we can't get that job.
"Oh," she protested. sitting
her rage in the slam OF the door.
THAT cold blooded--wolf in-in
Cupid's clothing" she sobbed TO
herself without regard TO ae-
CuraCy. HE didn't even tell me
to have nice time E.
didn't even say he'd miss me.
The Cassen wedding! That's all
he thinks about-weddlngs.
Bermuda was a gold and blue
dream. but 10 Joan IL was merely
a place where she could loaf and
rest.
Her conscience bothered her a
bit about not seeking out the
-CaSSenS-- hut she stifled il SUCCESS
fully enough, and determinedly
remained under the shade OF her
beach umbrella and stared thought
fully out over the water.
IF YOU don't want company"
the bronzed young god paused
by her side one morning, "I'll 60
away. But II you don't mind
my being here :" He did not
wait for her TO reply, but slid
10 the sand by her side. Hello"
he grinned up cheerfully.
Names Jim Robbins"
"Why--er-hello," she replied.
She recognized him Immediately,
having seen him in the hotel din
ing room a couple of times, and
on the promenade terrace once.
She had been told that he occu-
pied one of the bungalows not far
away, but used the hotel beach
frequently.
SOUNDS FAMILIAR
The name, too, was family
familiar, but for the moment, she
could not place it.
staying long," he inquired.
Moths Is just a vacation
trip" she told him.
1t was pleasant, chatting with
this young man. The morning
passed with astonishing rapidity.
and So of course, they lunched
together.
Just how it happened, Joan could
not say, but the next week was
spent galloping around with the
young man she now called Jim"
She liked him. He was gay and
charming, and 1t was fun doing
things together.
Well have TO get together
when we're back in New York."
she suggested one day, and didn't
fail to notice his embarrassment.
"Okay. okay," she assured him,
good-naturedly I'VE won't II
that's the way you feel about it,"
But the snub hurt, just the same.
There must be something awfully
wrong with me, she thought bit
terly Angus-and now Jim. who
certainly hasn't known me long
enough or we'll enough 10 dislike
me She shook her head.
The wire came at dinner. Angus
was nothing If not specific.
"Cassens In New York. Send
sketches for medieval altar.
Nom c. wants something de-
noting purity. Angus"
There goes our fishing trip"
she told Jim bitterly. and he
made sympathetic noises which
didn't mean thing. She would
have explained. even shown him
the cable had he evidenced the
falnteSt intereSt--but he didn't.
Early the following morning. she
was down at the beach, a thick
block of paper and innumerable
pencils accompanying her. She
tried one idea, then another.
Slowly the sand around her be-
came Uttered with discar d d
sketches.
Her luncheon, brought on a
tray, had been finished and the
boy had taken the dishes back to
the hotel. II was almost 4 IN the
afternoon when Jim sauntered
down 10 the beach. Approaching,
he caught sight Of an almost COM
pleted sketch.
He picked up a crumpled sheet
by her side and regarded IT
gravely. 1t was, Enthusiastically. an
altar. SO was the next he picked
up, and the next He glanced
at her pad. Even in the rough,
he could see what il was.
''Scram, JIM" she told him,
without glancing up. I've got
an idea that this one will be
most effective Of all :"