Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-12-18

But you could not have been
blamed" she whispered, aghast.
"Six months later, I could" he re-
torted, grimly. MY firm sent me down
to Dutch Guinea on brief trip.
ran into him. Poor devil. He was
miserable"
IT could not return to the firm here
without reporting he lived"
"But-but-"
He would have been jailed. You
were not in funds by that time. And
afterward- silence of even few weeks
made me an accessory. So" He
shrugged-"I decided to stay away"
Cecile whispered wretchedly, "Lafe.
I am a bad luck carrier"
"a mans own lack of forethought Is
his bad luck carrier That, and his
self-acuuired habits of thought and
action and mood.
"I need not have made such haste
to nag my firm into paying so soon.
But I must strut as the great noble
friend looking after my poor dead pals
beautiful stricken widow I enjoyed
it! Just wrapped myself round and
round in nobility and friendship.
IOSeQ lOt lllt EicSS, lliSSh III S-NeSAieNN
hand"
You meant to be kind, Lafe.'
ooh, I daresay," he admitted with
WEAKNESS.
Cecile waited, whispered. And in
the end they found him, arrested
him?"
och, no. A group from Los Angeles
ran into him in a small eating place
\ r,,% l,p
! and there could be only one result.
Both of us have plantations down
there. He got in touch with me at
once And, together we can scrape up
about 100000 as down payment on
his freedom. He insists that I let him
row his own boat"
II have a new contract, on which
I can borrow" She put a hand on the
chair arm for support. as she rose.
when will he be in California, Lafe?"
He is in a downtown hotel now.
Waiting to hear-from you"
In Los Angeles! Now! Go and get
him, Lafe-please! I'll go with you
She walled, Il can't. Look at the
clock. I ride on Santa Claus Lane
tonight-Oh, I've hardly time to dress
=" She flew into the bedroom. There
was the rustic of lame and white Gel
lophane, the click of silver slippers.
She called, "Lafe, go and bring him.
I'll be back at 7:50."
A rush through the room of scented
and white curls and silver court cos
tune. petersen is waiting?" Annie
numbered heavily after. You forgot
the beauty patch on your left cheek."
Joan watched Late Wright stare
after white curls and billowing silver
skirts. His stare was hungry.
Joan pulled out white drawer and
rummaged for a box of aspirin.
LET me have a couple, too" he
begged, absently.
He departed. Joan watched him go.
Six hours and half he had been IN
that room. And she had learned the
reason she left Nebraska. 1t was not
to watch celebrities along Santa Claus
Lane It was not to throw flowers into
the blue Pacific ocean. The reason
was someone like LATE Wright The
reason was-Lafe Wright.
A boy brought a tray with sand
wiches and black coffee which Annie
carried to the desk and which Joan
ignored.
Item Al: Cigaretcase, gold, for as
sistant director.
1t was a long hour before LATE
Wright and a smaller, darker, moody
eyed man came. Late introduced San
del DenweI to his wife's secretary
And she's a nice girl, Sandel. Fond OF
Cecile."
Sandel looked superciliously at the
black and white color scheme of the
room. used to be cream and silver"
he commented "Bet Cecile left it to
a studio decorator"
Joan knew the nonchalance was as
false as the papier- mache of Cecile's
silver float.
"Take it easy" Late advised. Here
she comes"
Sandel stiffened, almost like any
corpse. His black eyes were red Goals.
A rush of high heels, whirl OF
scent and silver and white. Cecile was
in the room, breathing hard and
audibly. The two minor actors watched
star and leading man.
"Sandel!"
go ahead, Cecile! Say it all! Get
it out of your system. I can take it,
"You treated me abominably! Al
ways!"
"And did you treat me well?" he
demanded, with twisted mouth.
Mono! Oh, Sandel my darling!
I've wanted you Solve wanted you
so!'
"And what kind of hell do you think
I've writhed in for six years-my dar-