The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-04-30
IN DIAMONDS
BY
LORENA
CARLETON

roar, what do you mean telling
this fellow to come up here during
your lesson ?"
But l didn't" she insisted. Her
topaz eyes were deep-toned and
truthful.
Larry broke in, That's right.
She didn't have anything to do with
it. She didn't even tell me where
she was studying" q
Then how did you know" T.
The young actor threw an af-
fectionate arm about his former
coach and answered in a voice that
teased, yet staggered beneath its
load Of sincerity. Everyone who
possibly can studies with the
great Verrazano. Your secretary
told me the hour Of Miss Anette
Winslow's lesson" Suddenly he
moved from the leather chair arm
and sat down beside Anette on the
stage stair. He took her hand and
cuddled it in both Of his. Eyes,
coaching with Verrazano is one big
step toward being a good actor
Unmollifed, the teacher Of drama
snatched at the words. Good actor,
indeed! You've a nerve to talk so
flippantly. I suppose you think
yourself one of the best"
Yes" agreed Larry with smiling
egotism. Il do-and l suppose you
are going to deny it. You're prob
ably going to deny there are any
good actors today. You're probably
going to say a good actor never
Stops to temperament, when every
pupil of yours goes about breaking
dishes. I'll bet you're even going to
lecture on Bernhard"
Strong, beautiful teeth glistened
in his infectious laughter.
Anette burst into twin laughter
and dared to say, Hes been known
TO-"
Verrazano did not laugh. His
face was somber and, abruptly,
years older. you foolsl You con-
ceited, unbearable foolsl Her voice
alone was more than most persons
possess. 1t was everything" he
whispered Golden syrup, a sweet
yearning bird, a mountain stream,
a sobbing cello, even a dagger"
He suddenly left off with his rapt
eulogy. Yes, and if you ever re-
ceived the applause she did. Laur-
ence Peyton, your ears would stand
out like a mules while you eagerly
drank it in and then you'd fall in a
faint"
Somewhat sulkily, Larry said, II
get plenty of curtain calls. Just be-
cause she got a lot of publicity for
sleeping in her coffin with bundles
Of old love letters-great day" he
exclaimed. why should that make
it so tough on the rest of the ac-
tors?"
Verrazano bristled into Peytons
rude speech. Name me a present.
day actress with courage enough to
wad her face and throat wrinkles
into ball at the nape of her neck
and pin them there like hanging
out the wash. Name one" he COM
manded hoarsely.
For a moment Laurence Peyton
looked mildly ashamed. Then he
drawled. Well. l wouldn't know
about that, but August spends a
good two hours before each per-
Torrance in a face pack and chin
strap"
The dramatic coach slumped
deeper into the leather chair. I'VE
don't even speak the same Ian
guage. Look, Larry" he pleaded
after a short interval, I'm trying
to work Anette into a crying scene
for Wednesday afternoon. so
please go away and leave us alone"
"Tll work her into crying
scene"
"Of that ] have no doubt. When
1 realized she had met a man,
told her / hoped he would break
her heart. And you will. But I'm
sure not even you could do It by
You wouldn't be above a little
bet, would you?"
I'D relish it," snapped verra-
zano.
"A hundred dollars suits me"
Larry rose and began betting his
coat You can pay me wednes-
day after the matinee perform
ance. Come on, Anette. We have to
rehearse your weeping. But first,
we're going to tea dance"
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