The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1943-07-22
There's Always Manana
CHAPTER ONE
"ALLONS!

"ALLONS!'
3 In the outer room. Monsieur
Henri quivered from the pointed
tips OF his patent leather shoes to
his eXquisitely oiled and scented
hair as he gave the signal which
opened the greatest event In the
world - the autumn showing of
Henri Furs! He gave a nervous
jerk to the short jacket of matched
&pelts as the first model took a deep
breath. Strengthened, staggered
casually. daintily out onto the
raised dais Of the showroom. The
string orchestras fluid notes
caught the lifting swagger OF her
movements. Soft, blended spot
lights added luster. Applause broke
!. forth. Henri gave a sharp sigh OF
ECSTASY.
In the dressing room, three 1T
tiers hurried about among the score
of beautiful models, adjusting hem
lines, smoothing, patting reverent-
sy, Strengthening a luscious fold
of mink, fiuffing the sheen of sill
Ner fox. Excited talk and laughter
II flew about, stilled as Monsieur
Henri burst in.
1T ees magnificent ne report
ed as he darted among the models,
his beagle-sharp eyes giving ITEM
the last approval. Most OF the
BIGGEST people are here! The show
room ees looking like heaven! Jean!
Where ees Jean?
A litter nodded toward a girl
standing in brooding silence at a
window behind some wardrobe
racks-a slender girl with wide
blue eyes, corn-colored hair brushed
in soft cloud off her high fore
head.
"She has heard no word today
a since that bad telegram" the wom-
an whispered significantly.
Henri hurried over TO Jean. He
made chirping noises Of delight as
he adjusted her fabulous chinchil-
IA cape and the sapphire swirls OF
nher gown.
you are zee only girl who gives
e-distinction to zee chinchilla", he
muir mure passionatel.'. you
should always wear zee evening
things
With effort, the lovely blonde
brought her thoughts back to
her costume. She smiled vaguely
at Henri and said in a blurred tone,
attempting humor, I'll bet never
Aown a chinchilla coat in my life"
The dapper Henri clicked his
tongue with fond disapproval.
Tut! You are lovely-you are
young you are Glamorous!"
And there are many goldfish In
the sea-" Jean mimicked. She
pirouetted slowly as he went on ad-
|. Justing. then because she could not
Atalk OF what was on her heart.
burst out in sudden irritation, But
the gold ones aren't in the sea
they're in bowls, nice, protected,
spot-lighted bowls! There's my mu-
sic" She left him staring after her.
puzzled, and crossed to make her
entrance into the elegant show
>room.
Poor Henri" she thought as She
wendell her graceful way across
the dais to the drifting melody Of
a Strauss waltz. He hasn't the
faintest idea what I'm talking
about"
Applause broke from the smart
audience below her, comments.
\ questions. Really stunning. you
know! Quite successful" She hard
ly knew what she meant herself. She
only knew that this spacious sky
scraper room with its translucent
lighting that made OF the huge
plate glass windows the cleaning
facets OF a diamond, no longer
d, thrilled her, the smart people. the
, powerful people in the small select
group watching her studied grace
fulness no longer held significance
for her. They irritated rather than
cXhlarated. They we're chatteri1e
lpoppycocks the real people
were like her brother, Melvin 4.
missing somewhere in Africa. &"
1.-The stunning words Of the govern
~ment telegram flashed with fresh
pain through her again.
She made her turn on the dais
began her languid stroll past the
windows, hiding her frantic desper-
alton behind a dreamy smile. She
must keep her control. she told herr
self sternly This was no time to 90
40 pieces, just when she'd worked