Evening star., 1941-09-07

, well equipped. thanks to the fore
sightedness of the wealthy woman,
to earn her own way as a stenog-
rapher
Common Sense Rules.
Now, at the age of 10, she prac-
tically ran the local bank while Old
Man Frisbie, the president, played
golf and the ponies. Driven blind
by determination and ferocity OF
purpose, she performed her duties
with a precision and accuracy, to
say nothing of imagination, amaz-
ing in one so young. Her dreams
of advancement and achievement
were not limited to the realm of
reason. Marriage had no place in
her plans for career, fabulous
career.
To her beauty she gave not
thought. Beauty was cheap in Cali
fornia. Most of the mattresses and
cashiers and check girls had come
from Iowa or Wisconsin or Texas
with their beautiful eyes on Holly
wood. Noting that honey-colored
hair and dark blue eyes and long,
lovely legs were negligible assets,
Julie discounted them.
At the clipped hedge corner OF
Allegrio Jimmie took his depar-
ture with a cheerful See you to-
night, Julie" and she wandered on,
deep in thought. Yes, she would be
a career woman, the youngest and
most successful career woman the
world had ever known, and speedily.
She had plotted her upward steps
with care. if somewhat vainglorlouS-
". Los Angeles next. Secretary TO
| the biggest man in Los Angeles.
| There, according to her dreams, she
would be recompensed for her
supreme competence by a staggering
salary. This might take year or
two A large portion of said salary
was to be saved toward business
of her own. Already the saving
process had begun. A neat column OF
figures in jules handbook repre-
sented career we'll on its way. She
was vague as to the business to be
entered upon.
The Young Man Again.
A New York dress shop perhaps
was not New York the utmost
reach of a career woman?-with
dove-colored carpets and cushiony
| divans and slinky models sinking
about. Or a real estate concern,
large mahogany desk for Julie, large
gold letters on the door, Juliette
Picard Nash. High-class properties
for sale or rent. No, she wouldn't
bother with rentals. Big deals for
her. The sight for another Empire
State Building, estates on Long Is
land-things like that.
Walking slowly upward, she
rounded a curve and approached
the Ell Vento Hotel, a provincial
little place built into the rocks. And
again she found herself gazing at
the young man of the drugstore.
He sat on the gallery rail, visiting
with Joe Tam, the proprietor. joe
sang out, Evening, Miss Julie" and
she answered pleasantly. The young
man did not favor her with glance.
For no reason at all she was I'M
mensely piqued by his indifference.
She heard him say, Arrowhead
is quite a spot, they tell me. THINK
I'll drive up for the doings next
week. Want to see everything be-
fore heading back to Miami. How
do you get there?"
AS Joe began profound instruc-
tions a swanky convertible swept
around the curve and stopped at
the hotel steps. The young man
bounded down, his smile wide and
flashing. He shouted, Hi, darling"
and jules eyes left his flashing
smile to observe the occupants OF
the car. A girl sat at the wheel,
young, sleek little girl with cloud
of dark hair and a crimson, petulant
mouth. An older woman sat beside
her, dressy, fluttery sort OF per-
son.
jules busy eyes fled to the girls
hand on the wheel. The third finger
wore no ring. Were they mother,
son and daughter? The mans Hi,
darling" had not sounded like the
greeting of a brother. His smile
had been worshipful smile.
An Irresistible Impulse.
Very thoughtfully Julie went on.
Very thoughtfully she spent Sun
day. By Monday her well-ordered
and perfectly disciplined mind had
got out of hand. She borrowed Old
Man Frisbies car during her lunch
hour, drove to Santa Barbara and