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CHAPTER IX—Continued
—14—
'•They’ve all been especially an-
noying, except Dad. Or maybe it
has seemed so to me because
John” Gay paused.
"Don’t be afraid to speak of him
to me.”
"You’re generous. Todd.”
"Not very.” He gave a short
lough, quickly stilled. "Perhaps I’m
just trying to impress you with
how well I’m taking it, to make you
admire me.”
"1 do admire you. I have always.
I feel toward you, now, just as I’ve
felt any one of the hundreds of
times I’ve climbed this slope since
we were kids.”
"How is that?”
"Oh, that it’s fun to be with you,
that I can say anything without be-
ing afraid you’ll misunderstand. I
don’t wonder what you’re thinking
when you’re silent, or watch your
reaction to every move I make. I
hoped, when we came through the
grove, that you might be coasting.
It was good of you to make us wel-
come.”
"You’re always welcome.” He
hesitated, then asked, "Is there
Has anything—?”
"Nothing of any Importance—Just
Aunt Flora. I was disappointed
•bout something I hoped could hap-
pen. And last night—it was diffi-
cult.”
"Don’t worry about It”
"I won’t any longer. This was
just what I needed. Coasting, silly
fun, exercise. Everyone has been so
solemn all day. Being with you—11
"I?” He laughed with a note of
embarrassment in his voice. "What
nave I done?”
"Just been natural, and allowed
me to be. There’s no strain in
being with you.”
"Not now,” he said gravely, “but
there was. You felt a sense of
strain last summer, after our en-
gagement had been announced, when
you were trying to persuade your-
self that you wanted to marry me—”
She was silent for a moment.
Then—"Was that a difficult time for
you? Forgive me for asking but I—
It’s strange, isn’t it, that you should
be the only one I can talk to? The
others”
"It was difficult,” he said In re-
ply to her question. “I went through
hell.”
"And you seemed so casual.”
"I told you that night at the cab-
in,” he said slowly. "I thought you
wanted me to be casual. 1 was
afraid that if I let you know how I
felt it would irritate you. It was a
relief to know, in spite of the fuss,
in spite of having to accept the fact
that you loved John. I’m getting
over you. I’ve done pretty well and
I’m going to do better.”
“Oh, are you?” she said so in-
dignantly that they both laughed.
"I didn’t mean that,” she said,
when the laughter was stilled. “I
want you to be happy.”
"I shall be, if you are. Or con-
tent, at any rate. Of course being
here with ypu like this is a little
disconcerting. I keep thinking—
That’s enough of that. I’m glad
we’ve had this time together. You
won’t keep on trying to avoid me as
you have done until now? We have
something left. Oh, anything I may
say will sound asinine, but we can
be friends, can’t we?”
"There’s no question of that.” Her
voice was not quite steady. “After
all the years we’ve known each
other, the fun we’ve had.”
"I hope so. I don’t want to lose
you entirely. If there’s ever any-
thing—If you need me or—” He
broke off with an embarrassed
laugh. "Skip it. We’d better get
back to the others. They’re proba-
bly thinking things which aren’t
true. This slow-motion progress
may appear a little incriminating
when viewed from the heights.”
She laughed and lengthened her
stride to match his. The irritations
of the day no longer lay like a
weight on her spirits. It seemed in-
credible, now, as glowing from the
exercise she climbed the slope at
Todd’s side, that she had allowed
Aunt Flora to annoy her, that in her
unreasonable disappointment she
had flared up at John. She was
eager to be with him again, to make
her partial apology complete. As
they approached the lake, she broke
away from Todd and ran ahead.
"Wait a minute!” he called.
She did not reply. A chorus of
voices greeted her. She made laugh-
ing replies but her eyes flew to John.
He rose, at her approach, from the
pile of blankets on which he had
been sitting with Ellen Janeway and
her guest, little Julie Lelange from
Charleston. His face brightened as
his eyes met hers through the ruddy
glow of the fire. She went to him,
smiling.
LIDA
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Kitty Cameron lifted her eyes
from a magazine as Gay spoke to
her at the door of her dressing-
room.
"Hello!" she said. "Have you
just returned? Where’s John?”
"Here." Gay drew him forward.
"Yes, we’ve just returned.”
"Hello, John! Come in. There’s
a photograph of the ‘Gabriella’ in
’Town and Country,’ Gay. Todd has
sold it to Tony Merrill.”
"Has he?” Gay kissed her moth-
er. "Whew, it’s hot in here. May I
raise a window?”
"Let me.” John lifted a sash be-
hind tafTeta curtains, letting a
stream of air into the softly lit, fra-
grant room. Lights bloomed through
the dusk. A few stars shone. At
an angle he saw a freighter moving
slowly on the dark surface of the
river below, trailing a brighter wash
of churning foam.
"Br-r-r!” Kitty Cameron sat up
and leaned forward to reach the fur
coverlet folded at the foot of the
chaise-longue. "You come in here
glowing like mountain climbers and
proceed to freeze me out.”
"You invited us." Gay dropped j
into a chair beside the chaise- j
longue. "You’re a hot-house bios- j
som, Kitty. Where’s Robert?”
"Playing hand-ball at the club."
Gay’s mother lay back against cush-
ions, under the fur coverlet. "He’s
distressed about his waist-line. Sit
down, John, but not in that chair.
This is the only one Robert really
trusts." She gestured. Peach-colored
chiffon in a fan of tiny pleats fell
back from her rounded arm. Her
long, very deep blue eyes moved
from John to Gay. "You must have
enjoyed the country. I expected
you yesterday. What have you done
to make yourself look so blowsy,
Gay? Your face is as red as a to-
mato.”
"Couldn’t you have said as red as
a Christmas rose? You have no po-
etry in your soul. She looks as
though she would have, doesn’t she,
John? Look at her. Peach-blossoms .
and spun-glass and as practical as j
a garden rake.”
"Rake?" her mother queried,
laughing. "I don’t demand a great
deal of filial respect but aren’t you
carrying matters a little too far?”
"Much too far,” John said. His
laughter mingled with the feminine
laughter chiming in the dainty lux-
urious room. He relaxed in the
chair, which looked fragile but was
comfortable, and lit a cigarette.
Thank heaven, there’s a little
chivalry left in the world.” Kitty
Cameron’s sparkling glance rested
upon John for a moment, then turned
to Gay. "But you haven’t answered
my question. As a parent I demand
to know what you’ve been up to.
John’s ears are purple.”
"We drove In with the top down,
or rather John drove, and we
couldn’t find ear-tabs or a tippet.”
Kitty Cameron shuddered. "Have-
n’t you any sense?”
"It was marvelous, except that
John has a mania for speed which
I’ve never suspected. I was certain
we’d spend his last night here in a
magistrate's office.”
"Are you leaving tomorrow?”
"Tonight, Mrs. Cameron.”
“Must you, John?" Gay’s eyes
clouded. The brightness dimmed out
of her face.
"Must, Gay. I’ve overstayed my
leave of absence by one day al-
ready.”
"The late sleeper, then.”
"Yes,” he said, and was silent.
"Oh, that’s really too bad.” Kitty
Cameron’s expression was dis-
tressed. "I expected you to stay
over the week-end, at least. If I’d
had any idea—”
"What have you been up to, Moth-
er?” Gay asked. "You’ve no idea
how guilty you look."
"It’s Robert." She sighed, then
smiled. *‘I learned long ago that
surprises are usually not appreciat-
ed.”
"Has Robert planned a surprise
for us?”
"He has made arrangements to
take us for dinner and dancing at
the Heron Club.”
"That was dear of him,” Gay
said slowly, "but-”
"I told him he should consult you.
Well, don’t think of it again. Rob-
ert will be disappointed and what
he’ll say to the others—But that’s
his predicament.”
"The others? Is it a party?”
"Ten, I believe. Tory Wales
and her fiance and Peter and Con-
nie Belmont and—”
Gay’s eyes met John’s in dismay.
"We should have stayed in the
country,” she said.
"Robert wanted to do something
for you, Gay.” Kitty Cameron’s tone
held a faint rebuke.
"I appreciate that. But John’s
last night—A party!”
"You've never shown any dislike
for parties,” her mother said mild-
ly. "On the contrary— But you
needn’t Robert was letting off
steam. He was so incensed yester-
day when your Aunt Flora was here.
She has the ability to stir up antag-
onism in even Robert’s genial soul.”
The laughter, the gaiety had gone
out of her voice. John saw that
her contentment was shattered. She
glanced at him guardedly, wonder-
ing, he knew, what effect further
discussion of their situation would
have upon him. He smiled, but,
studying her expression, he knew
that he had failed to reassure her
completely.
"I know how it irritates you to be
questioned,” she said, obviously
choosing her approach with care.
"But under the circumstances,
Gay—”
"We have no definite plans.”
"Then you won’t be married this
winter?”
"No,” Gay said and was silent.
"But I thought— You told me—”
‘‘That Dad was wangling a place
for John in the research department
at Johns Hopkins,” Gay said evenly.
"Wasn’t he successful? I should
think that considering what his fa-
She laughed and lengthened her
stride to match his.
ther did for the hospital, there
should be no question of a refusal.”
“There will be an opening at the
first of the year.”
"But I am not free to accept it,
Mrs. Cameron,” John said. "I’m
obligated until October.”
"Couldn’t some arrangement be
made?”
"I'm afraid not.” He knew that
his voice expressed the resentment
he felt. He had no reason to feel
resentful, he told himself. Gay’s
mother had every right to make in-
quiries. But he had come to fear
the effect upon Gay, upon himself,
"Why not?” Gay folded her arms
beneath her head. "I can go to
Daytona with Aunt Flora."
“You couldn’t, Gayl”
"No, I guess you’re right. Well,
I could go to Italy with Dad, though
he doesn’t really want me. When
I’m with him he thinks he should do
things to entertain me. He’s much
happier poking around in art muse-
ums and book-shops and cathedrals
alone.”
"David was born a bachelor,” Da-
vid Graham’s former wife said with-
out rancor, in indulgent extenua-
tion. "He’s always happier alone,
though when I made that possible
the heavens fell.” Her attention re-
turned to the subject under discus-
sion. "I want to know that you
are provided for, before I accept
the Davenports’ invitation definite-
ly. You always have invitations.”
"I’ll visit Tory in Palm Beach.
It’s usually amusing there," she
said with a forced gaiety which
struck through John’s heart in a
stab of quivering pain. ”1, in Palm
Beach, John, in Maine. You and
Robert, cruising with the Daven-
ports. May we all survive!”
Kitty Cameron regarded her
daughter thoughtfully, her brow be-
neath the soft waves of her amazing
hair, puckered in lines of doubt. As
she opened her lips to speak, the
telephone rang. She took the instru-
ment from the table beside the
chaise-longue.
‘‘Hello . . . Yes, darling,” John
heard her say. "Yes, they’re here.
John is leaving tonight . . . No, I
had no idea ... Of course I've
told them . . . Wait a minute . . .
It’s Robert,” she said. "What shall
I tell him? Do you want to go to
the Heron Club?”
"Shall we, John?” Gay’s eyes met
his, glancingly, clouded at what she
read in his face.
"If you would like to. Gay.”
The constraint in his voice ended
her indecision. It was his fault, he
thought miserably. He had de-
stroyed their plans for the evening,
the plans they had made driving
in from the country this afternoon.
In silence he saw her raise her head.
"We’ll go,” she said, too lightly,
too quickly. "Tell Robert we’d love
to, Kitty.”
Kitty Cameron’s lips parted as
though she meant to speak. Then
her brow cleared. Her shoulder*
under the peach-colored negligee
made a faint shrugging motion. She
spoke into the transmitter.
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! paper woman in Paris, has a port-
able typewriter, and Milland is bat-
tling with Lincoln.
Just as Milland struck Lincoln, a
mechanic inside the cockpit of the
plane knocked one of the throttles
forward. The right motor was run-
ning, and the plane swung around,
striking Milland and knocking him
to the ground. Wires braced to the i
tail surface gashed his leg.
He insisted that he could continue
working, after a doctor had dressed j
his leg, but Director Mitchell Leiscn
sent him home and shot around him
for the next few days.
They’re de-beautifying Louise '
Platt for "Captain Caution,” be-
cause Bill Madsen, head makeup
artist at the Hal Roach Studios, j
thinks that the average young screen
actress, after being made up, looks
just like all the other young ac-
tresses in the cast.
So he did things to her that hadn’t
been done for her previous screen
appearances. She’s always tried to
hide her high forehead; he empha-
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The orchestra made preliminary
sounds, then swung smoothly, in-
gratiatingly, into a waltz. The blond,
burly young Englishman leaned
across the long table toward Gay.
"This is my dance, I think,” he
said with a slightly formal inclina-
tion of his head.
The sandy-haired young man
whom John had not met before this
evening intervened. "My dance,
Gay. You promised.”
'Gay saves her waltzes for me,”
Robert Cameron said from the end
of further useless discussion It was of ^ table . she doesn-t trusl my
only by avoiding any reference to
the future that they had maintained,
these past two days in the country,
a close and intimate companionship.
It was his fault. The sense of in-
adequacy he felt was deeply humili-
ating. How could he make Gay’s
mother understand the nature of his
obligation, the impossibility of buy-
ing his release? Buy his release? he
thought bitterly. Permit Gay to
buy it for him—
In the silence which followed his
reply, he saw Kitty Cameron turn
with a baffled expression to her
daughter.
"But, Gay—” she began.
"Does it matter, Mother, except to
John and to me?” Gay sat forward
in her chair, her color heightened,
her attitude defensive. "Other peo-
ple have had to wait. John knows
best what his obligations are. If
I’m willing to—-.” She dropped back
into the chair with a short mirthless
laugh. "After all the fuss there’s
been, I can’t understand why you
try to rush us into marriage.”
"I'm not trying to rush you into
anything. I’m merely trying to find
out, if I can, what you expect to
do.”
•Whatever I do needn’t Interfere
with your plans, Mother. You’ve
accepted the Davenports’ invitation,
haven’t you?”
"Tentatively. But you wouldn’t
enjoy it, darling. A six weeks’
cruise. No young people and the
Davenports aren’t stimulating com-
pany.”
"Besides which, I haven't been
invited. Go, of course, Mother. The
Davenports are dull but you and
Robert enjoy yourselves wherever
you are.”
“But what will you do?” Kitty
Cameron’s glance, a little embar-
rassed, he thought, turned to John.
”1 don’t suppose all of this is very
entertaining to John.”
foot-work in’ anything more mod-
ern." \
"What it is to be popular!” Tory
Wales sighed in laughing derision.
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sized it. She has a distinctive
mouth, strong and wide—he did
very little to it, instead of cutting
it down. He gave her a complete
new jaw line, took some of the spar-
kle out of her eyes by using small,
heavy eyelashes at the ends of her
own. And that’s the way you’ll see
her. playing "Corunna,” a strong-
willed. determined girl who helps to
fight the war of 1812.
The artificial fog that hung like
blown flour over the "Captain Cau-
tion” set at Hal Roach Studios dur-
ing the shooting of several se-
quences bothered members of the
east and crew; they complained that
the oil mixture left a bad taste in
their mouths. So the special effects
men, always obliging, introduced
vanilla into the fog.
The result was worse than ever—
even roast beef and ham sandwiches
tasted like vanilla. The next day
plain fog was used again, and east
and crew did no more complaining.
By this time motion picture stars
ought to know what to expect if they
go to South America. (Remember j
Robert Taylor’s visit?) The enthu-
siastic fans practically mob them, !
but the stars seem to love it. Errol
. Flynn is the latest of the visitors
to find out how popula/ he is. In
Port au Spain, Trinidad, at least !
3,000 people stormed the airport to
see the star of "The Sea Hawk”;
later, while Flynn was dining, part
of the crowd broke through police
lines in the hotel lobby and
streamed into the restaurant, over-
turning tables and chairs. A splin-
tered chair gashed Flynn’s leg so
badly that it had to be stitched up.
His clothes were almost torn from
his back.
At Bahia 4.000 fans greeted his
arrival. That’s the way it’s gone I
everywhere that he went—it’s hard !
on the wardrobe, but fine for the I
box office!
Recently Frances Langford was
just about to go on in the Star Thea- |
ter program when she was notified !
that her husband, Jon Hall, had |
been injured in a powder explosion. |
Without being able to learn just how j
seriously he had been hurt Miss !
Langford sang her song and read |
her comedy lines, and then rushed
to the hospital.
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41, Hare you boon lislenirig in that
now Drew Hearson-Hoherl Allen pro-
gram, "IP ashington Merry-Go-Hound” \
fiii inn inti main glimpses of the no-
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4L Mcliyn Douglas, playing a Haris
policeman in “//#* Stayed for Itrealc-
fust” had to learn to salute, hut the
man who taught him teas lefthanded,
and Douglas got it in reverse.
41, Kiln Hayworth may he Hollywood's
host dressed girl, hut in "It Happened
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