The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-05-14

ate IL. Yes, she ate the chocolate
covered sawdust; anyway. that Is
what it tasted like.
When she reached the bedroom
she stopped and stared at herself
in the full-length door mirror. The
fitch coat had fallen apart to reveal
the scholarly uniform beneath it
white shirt, sweater and skirt. In
stantly she snatched the coat about
her so that nothing Of the schoolgirl
garb remained visible. The little
brown sport hat was fine. So were
the brown alligator pumps. They
looked sophisticated enough for
young married woman. But Larry
Would be furious about dresses,
since he had directed her to buy
them with the money and charge
the coat to August brakes &C.
count.
go TO Claudias. Pick out a
mink. for say a couple Of thousand
dollars, and I'll pay August of on
the installment PLAN" he had said
with a grin, then added, "She won't
mind"
Perhaps not. but Anette had. So
she had done things to suit herself
No dresses. No money left. No
mink coat. But the one she did have
was paid for and she would wear
one Of Larry's scarves around her
neck to hide the white collar Of her
school blouse. With gentle touches
she hung up the new coat, then
telephoned for a dinner menu.
When she answered the doorbell
a few minutes later. the astonish-
ment she felt at seeing Lois Lyn-
don there faded into a perverse sat-
isfaction as she thought to herself,
"Goody. You're not with him,
either"
UNLIMITED, Lois walked in. Don't
act so inhospitable. I've been here
before. Many times"
Il didn't mean to be inhospit-
able" Anette hurried to say. II was
just surprised. thought it was the
waiter with a menu"
The visitor curled up in a large
chair, disdainfully slung a tiny
handmade hat to the floor and
dropped her blond head across the
fat arm Of the chair so that her
long, almost straight hair trailed
nearly to the floor. Charming eve
ming" she murmured YEARLY.
Quiet dinper at home, alone. I'm
surprised you're not at the the
ater."
Anette countered. I'm surprised
you're not"
"Ha. Then you don't know Au-
gust Drake very we'll. That wom-
an" she grated through beautiful,
but harshly set pearly teeth, lis a
combination Of police watchdog.
old maid guardian, nursemaid and
prison warden" She ceased talking
when the doorbel rang a second
time.
Anette took the menu from the
waiter and called to Lois Lyndon.
do you want to order dinner?"
Il want scotch and soda" the
girl retorted bluntly. "A double
scotch and soda" When Anette re-
turned a moment later, after hav-
ing made quick dinner selection,
Lois was sitting upright, smoking
cigaret. do you know what she
did? After I'd driven therl down
there in my own car, she told me
I couldn't go into the theater, that
they were going to iron out the
third act. What a story! They've
been doing the third act for almost
two years. Looks to me as If they're
a little late with their ironing"
1T is more possible for a play to
develop a hitch during a long run
than it is during a brief one"
Anette sat down on the davenport
and looked at Lois. Lois said, per
sonally, I'd hate to be so easily
duped." For several minutes she
smoked silently. When the waiter
arrived with trays and a table, she
reached Immediately for her drink,
lighted a fresh cigaret and lapsed
back into the same glumly thought
full silence. But she reused when he