The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-05-14
ORPHAN IN DIAMONDS
BY
LORENA
CARLETON

! turned 10 leave. you might as
well bring me another OF these.
right away" She fastened her
china-blue eyes upon Anette. you
needn't look so darned disapprov-
ing!"
The dark-haired girl smiled. y
don't care what you do" She COM
menced eating her dinner.
what does August Drake eat
for dinner? A couple OF toasted
theater programs, I suppose. And
for dessert a picture Of herself.
That reminds me-" Her blue gaze
sped around the room. Where is
my picture?"
81 don't know" Very placidiy.
Anette went right on eating.
Lois got up from her chair. He
probably keeps it in his bedroom"
She took few steps that led her
into a small serving pantry, re-
traced them and eventually was in
the bedroom. When she returned to
the living room she made no fur
Their reference to her unappreciated
photograph. A SILVER swept across
her shoulders. Turn on the radio.
This place is positively morguish."
Turn 1t on yourself" her host
ess retorted, and took another bite
Of broiled trout. I'm busy"
In a very offended voice Lois re-
piled, Really, your manners are
nothing exceptional, Anette."
Neither are yours. In fact, I've
been trying to figure out how jim
my can be so nice and you so COM
pletely the opposite. know one
thing, though. You can't turn on
the radio because you don't know
where 1t Is. If ! were to blindfold
you, you'd fall all over the furni-
ture in this one room because
you've never been here before in
your life. Your brother wouldn't
have let you make such a fool of
yourself while he was in town, and
after he went to Bermuda. Larry
wouldn't make such a fool OF him.
self. You don't know the serving
pantry from the bedroom, so IL
were you I'd stop being so dra-
matte" A knock came at the door.
Answer it. That's your drink"
Don't you think love Larry"
Lois demanded, when she returned
with her fresh scotch and soda.
Most every woman loves Laur-
erce Peyton," Anette said, and
smiled family as she recalled hav-
ing said that to Larry the morning
he proposed. Quoting verrazano.
she went on, And he belongs to
every woman who has ticket mon
ey. whether it's the second balcony
or four-forty front row, Just as I'll
belong to every customer when I'm
a well-known actress"
IF you ever are!" Lois belittled.
with laughter.
"You saw the papers. August and
Verrazano think I'm good"
The blond girl groaned. "Oh,
stop! Press agent puffery!"
During the next half hour, while
neither spoke, Anette thought, I'm
proving right now that I'm an &C.
tress. And it Is about to get me
down." Suddenly she said, You'll
have to go now, Lois. want to get
to the theater before Larry goes
on"
Unwillingly the girl shambled to
her feet. well, I wish you better
luck than I had" She drained her
glass and left without argument.
When Anette stepped into the
theater, a short time later, she
knew the play was about to begin.
There was that strange murky mix
ture Of lights and darkness. That
noise Of stagehands making fur
ried preparations, that somehow
seems, not a noise, but a hush.
Then, there was a noise. II was a
whisper. But 1t was noise!
August Drake had come up the
spiral stairs and was kissing into
her ear, Annette, I won't have you
hanging around the theater. Get
out"
Ito Be Continued)