The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-05-06
CHAPTER SEVEN


AUGUST said, Hello, Larry"
then Just stood there looking at the
girl with puzzlement. "Oh," she
finally solved, "it's Miss Winslow,
isn't it? Are you made up for a
part?"
Before Anette could answer,
Larry replied, Eyes, for a very i'm
portant part. I take it for granted
Papa found you at Claudia's and
told you / was here. I suppose it's
worth while paying poker debts to
have a free spy August did not
bother to answer. Larry began get
ting into his polo coat. I'VE were
Just leaving, August"
The leading lady ignored the
hint. She sat down on the bumpy
davenport and pushed her mink
coat back from the shoulders Of
stunning silk print dress.
Peyton reached toward Anette
and gathered her into the curve Of
one arm. He repeated angrily, I'VE
are leaving, August"
I'm 60 with you" she offered
with bland effrontery. Il have no
important engagements"
But l don't want you along"
The mans rejection came out in
words spaced and insultlngly de-
termined.
Unimpressed, August Drake dug
in a small silver box for a throat
lozenger, then began sliding back
into her wrap. I'm going just the
same"
Anette's suggestion to Larry was
soft voiced. Perhaps we'd better
keep this date some other day."
I'VE will not! Come on" Larry
yanked her toward the door.
The red-haired actress leaped to
her feet and was there ahead Of
them. Just what is this so-imper-
alive date?" she inquired.
Her leading man braved her cool,
scornful stare. Annette and are on
our way to be married"
August brakes head snapped |
back as il she had been hit on the |
chin, and the little nest OF butter
flies on her absurd hat continued |
to flutter even after she had re-
gained composure. Then she began
to laugh. A continuous stream of
laughter that tainted and ridiculed.
Anette felt her cheeks flaming,
but Larry was unaffected. What
are you doing, August? Rehashing
The Benedict MURDER That's the
same laughing scene you did in the
second act. You can't make me toe
the mark with that dog-and-bone
snarl, as you did in the play-so
let's stop this foolishness."
August sobered instantly and her
nostrils flared with rage. perhaps
you'd like me to get new leading
man."
Laurence Peyron gave her
smile so cold her eyelids dropped
against 1t. And make yourself the
laughing stock Of show business d?
Poor old August Drake. So Jealous
Of Peyton's bride she kicked him
but OF the show Oh-ho-ho-ho!" he
trumpeted with a complete lack OF
1umor. Wed get columns" II
He watched her face turn slight
y white. Il know how Indebted I
Am to you, August. You don't have
o remind me or make those absurd
-hreats. But, by gosh, I'm tired Of
altering to you and / still think
m Just as necessary to your pop
ilarity as you are to mine. Natur.
lily, I'd rather you hadn't found ,
'ut about this until we were mar
led, but since you have, there Is {
lothing to be done about IL. I want
o get married. / intend 10 get
married. And. please, for the love 7
u heaven, August, will you let me '
'e the star this time"
Think Of your public. Larry S
hey are not going to like IT," 8
Now, don't drag out that old v
hestnut," he said with impatient v
isgrunuement People don't care Q
professionals marry nowadays"
Angrily Larry touched her Shout Y
er with prodding fingers, "Wlli