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

AS SHE prepared for bed that
night, Anette continued to ponder
Walters remark. Surprise as un-
believable as If he had led her past
Peacocks window and said. That
twenty thousand dollar diamond
bracelet is going to be yours" min
gled with a happiness so blindingly
delirious that it almost stopped her
breath.
She quit brushing her hair and
gave herself completely to that rap
turous suffocation, just let it clutch
the underneath side Of her heart
while she leaned on her elbows be-
fore her dressing table mirror and
stared at herself-not seeing her
self, however. only Laurence Pey-
ton. And remembering The way he
had Kissed August in the opening
scene, his extremely good acting
throughout the play, his strong,
healthy good looks, his voice, his
gestures-everything about him,
but mainly the way he had looked
at her those few times in the damp
ish, unattractive dressing room.
The ride home with Walter had
been much the same as munching
a soda cracker, after a slice Of cake
with Mocha frosting, and she had
been glad to leave him. 1t was Won
derful to be in the privacy Of her
own small bedroom. able to hug all
her thoughts to herself, without the
doctors X-ray eyes and wise smile.
She began brushing her hair
again. this time upward, fashioning
the ends into sleek black curls
which she piled atop her head, in a
copy Of August brakes couture.
From her dressing table drawer she
took waXy cascara, heated it in
miniature frying pan and proceed
ed TO lengthen her long lashes into
still longer wavering prongs. She
extended her eyes at the outer cor
ners with thin, penciled lines, then
applied a too thick, though skill
fully blended. layer OF brown eye
shadow. The mouth she put on was
deep red and sulky. an exact replica
of August brakes. Finally she
stood up and twisted about to re-
gard her slim back in the dressing
table mirror. Still contorted. she
reached for scissors and somehow
managed to slit the back of her
flesh satin nightgown until 1t EMU
lated the silver-foam dress worn by
Larry Peytons temperamental
leading lady. And, throughout all
her capering and pretending. her
happiness remained with her.
It was with her the following
day when she walked into the stu
do of her dramatic teacher, twenty
minutes late.
so" that short. homely man
greeted her thunderously. you are
smiling. Perhaps it makes you hap
py to be five dollars late for your
lesson?" He slapped his palms to-
gether furiously, as II scolding an
unruly child. Hurry upw Instant
ly. giving her no time to move, he
snatched the white wool beret from
her head and slung II over his
shoulder in no particular direction.
Hurry up, said"
Why, Professor Verrazanow she
leased, though none too confident
ly. You're always saying the real
actor does not stoop to tempera-
ment."
Nor 10 idiocy" He stalked TO
his desk and opened a script,
whacked Il with his fist and said
with ironlc gallantry IF you are
ready. Miss Winslow?"
Swiftly she took her place. This
Is the hrst time I've ever been late"
Forcing her features into compos-
ure. she said In a tone purposely
made pitiful, hoping TO shame her
furious coach. That is a new
beret."
Which you stopped to buy. |
thereby making yourself twenty
minutes late 10 your lesson-and |
tell me. Is that tremolo in your |
voice supposed TO be good acting !