The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-04-30

or are you initiating street flower
girl trying to peddle her wilted vio-
lets?" His chest expanded with
barrel-like breath. "All right! All
right 1t is a new hat. Assuredly
you did not buy 1t for my bloodshot
eyes. For whose them"
The dazzling smile, spreading
over his pupils white face, added
fire to his disapproval. He topped
into a deep leather chair. II GER
tainly hope he cuts a hunk out of
your heart. Then perhaps you'll
have a feeble start toward being
the dramatic actress you claim you
want to be. Here you are, portray
ing a girl deserted by her lover
the old, old story-but as abysmal-
ly unbearable for the trillionth girl
as for the first one. give you this
chance to make an amateur APP
pearance before agents who might
give you job" Suddenly he
slammed shut the script. perhaps
you don't need one. Perhaps you
have plenty OF money, enough that
you can ignore fifteen-dollar- an
hour lessons"
Anette smiled Isn't that a
somewhat farcical question, Pro-
fessor Verrazano, when I'm unable
to pay for the lessons?"
The man waved aside her words.
"All I know is that l want misery
from you, tears, sobs preferably,
and all l get is silly, added grin"
When the studio door slamed, the
peevish teacher gave a sharp and
loud cutlery. Go home! Whoever
you are, go homew The look in
Anette's eyes caused him to hurl
himself to his knees on the chair
and peer across the room. A groan
shook him when he saw Laurence
Peyton. II said, eco homen before
1 knew who it was. Now that
know. 1 mean it."
Entirely unruffied by Vera
zanos insults, Peyton strolled on
into the room. Save that bullying
for your pupils" he said with
chuckled ridicule and took a seat
on the arm Of the irate teachers
chair.
That short, dumpy man flung up
his hands. Look, I am busy with
this dumb girl-Anette, this is
Laurence Peyton-"
Peyton said softly, We've met. 4"
Anette just smiled.
Verrazano was talking loudly.
What do you want, anyway,
Larry? The show has been playing
Chicago three weeks and you
haven't bothered to come up"
Again he asked. What do you
want ?"
In a velvety voice. Larry did an
absurd mockery Of little boy wor-
ship. Must I have an excuse to
visit my dear old teacher"
"Humph" grunted the aged man.
Il no longer claim you. l happen
to have seen your Orchids Can
Choke You'-and say That's an
idea-I haven't recovered from it
yet"
ITS worth three-fifty a week to
me-" Larry said coolly. Further
more, it is a boxofice success" He
loosened the belt Of an extensively
tailored polo coat.
80 was East Lynne"
you. Of all people, should poke
fun at East Lynne. 1t is just about
your speed. How you keep on, year
after year, duping the gullible
public sweet little girls like
Annette" He whistled expressive
ly. "Whew! It's appallingr
Sweet little girls like Anette.
huh? Now, I know what you said
a minute ago when I introduced
you" The discriminating finger
pointed at young Peyton, Joined
other fingers. as the aggravated
Verrazano flung up a protesting,
fat hand against a Forthcoming ex-
PLANTATION. Never mind. know.
You said. We've met before, didn't
you? That explains your thought
full visit to see dear teacher" He
swept a sour, accusing glance to-
ward his silent pupil. In fact, II
explains everything-the new hat,
the incoming calf expression. the
silly giggles-come over here!" he
beloved. Are you glued to that
spot He pointed TO step on the
small platform stage. He watched
her spread her handkerchief over
the dusty wood and sit down.
Now" he demanded in an incensad