Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-07-29
DNiIy Short Story
The Far Hills

found for her first starring vehi-
lcle. Which was pobably the reason
the alluring Miss Holden was
here now.
LAUGH TINKLES
While Glorias laugh tinkled
through the room. Linda turned 10
Bill
II wanted 10 speak TO you
about this new book l just read"
III he right with you,' he
said intentionally.
Don't push" Linda flung
over her shoulder as she turned
toward the door. II can take
a hint"
ON the way back 10 her own
office. she fought back the tears.
From the first moment she had
taken this job as a reader for Bill
Fraser two years ago-She had
felt that there was something
more between her and Bill than
Just the business relationship be-
tween story editor and reader.
Bill was brilliant. destined 10 60
places with Peerless and his atti-
tude seemed 10 indicate that he
shared Lindas hope that she
might be there with him.
But now. She flung the book
-, tho aO,.,,or onor,t t1,ith bnrcaIT
now After all, who was she 10
compete with Gloria Holden ?
Bill had just grown out of her
league. that was all. and the
sooner she realized il, the less un-
happy she'd be.
CONTROLS TEARS
The tears were under contro
by the time Bill came into hel
office, but her heart wasn't. She
couldn't help that momentarS
leap il made when he burst in, his
face alight with enthusiasm. Their
she saw the smear of lipstick. still
on his face, and told herself L
relax.
Linda. I've got a great
idea" Bill said. "A new job
for YOU"
Linda's heart started TO bounce
again. but she told herself quickl,
that it was just his way of tryinl
to make il up to her.
Bill broke in on her thought
with:
ITS something new. Sort of
n story scout, that's it,"
oh" said Linda, in a fiat
voice Il hoped for the
moment II was going TO be a
chance 10 do some writing for
the studio. Some original screen
plays. You remember, spoke
TO YOU about it,"
Bill smiled that Infection!
smile of his and Linda wished L
herself that he wouldn't. He said
Look, Linda, the only way
you can get that chance is to
write something the studio will
buy. You haven't done that,
yet"
NO TIME
"How could IL" she hared.
"All I've had time to do since
-I'Xa- heen- here has bean- to read
books and plays and stories and
then write reports on them so
you and the producers could de-
eide whether or not there was
a picture I'm them.
by the time 1 get through
with that every day, I'm not
much good for writing anything
OF my own"
IL know it's an awful grind"
Bill sympathized, that's why
I'm so enthusiastic about this
idea. tn be easier for YOU
and it's n better job.
Here's the plot: there's lots
Of newspaper men In the coun-
try, working for small town
papers, who probably have lots
of good stories lying some
where about. But they never
bother tn do anything about
them.
'Now, you're going to be a
scout. You're going 10 travel
around the country, mingle with
these fellows. talk to them and
dig up these forgotten stories OF
theirs"
why don't you just fire me ."
Bill frowned, puzzled. She ex-
planned:
That would he the simplest
way 10 get rid of me-"
HER CHANCE
"Get rid Of YOU" he re-
peated. Linda, how can YOU
where did you ever get an idea
like that? Why, this Is a pro-
motion for you, a great chance.
i wouldn't let you get away
/ you're much too valuable"
he smiled and reached for her
hand, but Linda snatched il away
hastily. Keeping her eyes down
so he couldn't see the misery in
them. she asked:
when do you want me to
leave"
That's better" he said
I heartily. flow -atUut tUrnur-
row ."