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PAGE SIX r . . MAY SWMIOWI >1 [FOOTLOOSEP . Jj'f BEATRICE PUDTON r / ur . MMw i SEQUEL TO^cFLAPPER WIFE" ONEA “I think I’ll sit up and read a while. Dan might come for a min ute or two, and I'd hate to miss him,” Carlotta said as she kissed her goodnight. “It’s so nice to have you here with me, May dear,” she adder}- as an after-thought. But Dan did not come. May knew that the next morning by the droop of Carlotta’s mouth and the weary look in her red-rim med eyes. t She did not mention him, but her heart was filled with pity for the tragic little woman when she left, he ralone in the bungalow, and started out for Lemuel Fishback’s “location' in the foothills beyond the town. “The Rose Os Spain” was being filmed in the very shadow of the Santa Cruz mountains, on a tiny hillock a mile out from Los Altos. As May’s taxicab jolted along to ward the little clump of shacks that had been hurriedly built there, her eyes searched for the Buddha-like figure of Lemuel Fishbaek. Before the cab had stopped she saw him sitting on a camp-chair fairly overflowing from it in all his lax fatness. Beside him, lolling on the ground, with the world's high est-salaried movie actresses, Serena Smith, garbed in the romantic cos tume of old Spain. May recognized her the minute she saw her. . . recognized the famous nose, the large light eyes, and the smile that had beamed from dozens of films in the last few years. She saw the actress glance from Fishbaek to her, and back again to Fishbaek, as she came near them, over the rough ground. “How do you do, Mr. Fishback,” May said to him cordially, holding out her hand. But Fishback did not see her hand, apparently.* He looked ner vously at Serena Smith before he greeted May with a brief “How d’ya do?” It was obvious that he was afraid to be too cordial before Serena Smith. With great difficulty he got to his feet, and wrinkled his brow per plexedly. “Let’s sec. . . you’re the girl 1 want for my duchess,” he said, rub bing his fat nose with his fat fore finger. “Aren’t you?” May admitted that she was. “What do you mean ‘for your duchess’?” Serena Smith suddenly asked in a thin , metallic voice. “Mickey’s done all the casting for this picture. He gave Lois Levcr ich the part of the duchess.” Fishback turned and stared al. her for a moment., then put hisXhands up to his mouth and bellowed, “Mickey'” The figure of a tall, fair man in khaki appeared almost at once in the doorway of one of the little houses a few yards away. With his eyps on the ground he came slowly toward them, kicking a stone out of his path with great ferocity as ho came. t This was Mickey Moran, the fa mous director, a man with the soul of an artist and the manners of a ward heeler. “What you want?” he asked surly of Fishback, and raising blazing bluish eyes. Seen thus, he was ex tremely good looking, May ■observed Under his fiery gaze. Lemuel Fishback seemed to wither. “See, Mickey, what you’ve done'.” he said with a pathetic .attempt at bravery. “Given the part of the duchess to that Lois Levericn al ready and see what I brought you .... a duchess to the life!” He took May’s firm and swung her around so that Moran could have a -closer look at her. She felt his eyes taking her in, point by point; her face, her neck, the long slender lines of her figure. She waited breathlessly for his verdict. “Oh, 1 think Lois Leverich will do,” he said at last indifferently, turned on the heel of his riding boot ‘Everybody Wins’ Slogan in Times-Recorder Campaign jflKXrr' r Nomination Coupon Nomination Blank in the Times-Recorder "Every body Wins” Campaign. J _ r ianss'. 1 hereby enter and cast 5,000 votes for— , Miss, (Mr. or Mrs.) Address - as a candidate in The Times-Recorder “Every body Wins” Gift Distribution. NOTE —Only one nomination blank accepted for each candidate nominated. f* • I i '■ •-> * X' T ’-’AttA \ t, if-- . * z \ 1 v /Son. PQ #il I ' joWI ■pL ■ - - - x. l ie took May’s arm and swung be.- around so that Moran could have a closer look at her. and walked slowly away. May felt wave after wave of hot color sweep over her face in a brush 1 that seemed to sear her skin. To be looked over like an anim.il at a farm sale! That was humiliat- I ing enough. But to be refused! To be turned i away!. . . Oh, it was too much:! She felt sick and faint with shame ■ and her knees seemed to be melting ■ into water. There was a ringing in ! her ears. Through the sound of it she hear I . Fishback’s thick voice muttering an apology. “So he talks to everyone!” he was saying helplessly, his tones shrill with distress. “He has the manners of a pig! But what can I do. . . . such pictures as he makes! There is no one like Mickey Moran! I can’t get along without him, can I?” : He had appealed to Serena Smith, who had been watching the little drama with bored eyes. “Oh, blah! There are twenty di- ; rectors every bit as good as 1 Mickey!” she snapped at. hjm. ‘Last time he made a picture for you, you]: lost a fortune on it!” ’, “I know. 1 know,” Fishback said “But think of ‘Sand Dunes’! Three years old, ;,nd still going good. . .*’ May did not wait to hear the end of the argument. She slipped away ami started on foot down the dusty road that led to Los Altos. The way back to Carlotta’s bun galow was a long one, but May was grateful for every foot of it. 11. gave her time lo pull herself together, to think up a plausible story to tell to Carlotta. To admit to her that, she had been “turned down,” without even a trial would be 100 humiliat ing! Let's see, . . she’d have to tell her that. Fishback had tried to make love to her, or some such a yarn as that. Carlotta would undoubtedly not only believe it, but I>e thrilled by it. She found the bungalow locked, and a note from Carlotta fastened to the wire netting of the screen door. , , “May dear,” it read. “Dan just phoned to ask me to have lunch at the hotel with him. The key to the door is in the mail box, and there’s some chicken salad and iced coffee in the refrigerator.” May groped in the mail box for the key. There were several letters in it, and she pulled them out. One of them was addressed to her in handwriting that she knew! At th-> very sight of it. May’s heart gave a queer little leap. . . It was Ulysses Forgan's handwriting. May read his letter sitting alone at the table in Carlotaa’s dining room, between mouthfuls of chicken spJad and bread-and-butter. "My dear Mrs. Seymour,” it be gan, and May raised her eyes dream ily, remembering the time when he had called her “May” and told her how much he wanted her. “I want to tell you how very sorry I was not to see you again before you left town,” it went on. “And I can’t begin to tel] you what a gap your going has left in my life. When a man is as old as I am. . . .” “Why he’s not old. . . Not what I call old,” May remarked to her self. She thought of Ulysses’ face, the strong, unlined face of a splendid man in his prime. Then she went on reading the let ter: “When a man is as old as I am, he knows what he wants from life. He’s no boy, falling in love with every pretty face in sight. And so I want to lei you know that when ever you are tired of being foot loose. . . of knocking around the world. ..you will find that I still want you, if you will come to me. “This world isn’t a fit place for a beautiful woman to trot about iff alone.” I LET US DO YOUR I | GINNING! 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You need someone to take care of you. ..to guard you from the cruelties of life. I wish you would let me be that person.” And after that, he had simply signed his name ’’Ulysses Forgan.” “Quite a flowery letter!” said Mgy to herself flippantly. “Didn’t know he had it in him to be so poetic!” But she did not feel flippant. The letter had moved her . . .touched her heart. But May was not the kind of person who disliked to show any tender emotion. When she was most moved she was most flippant. That was her armor. “Waiting for me like an old arm chair, is he?” she asked herself “Ready for me to fall into kwhen 1 get tired of everything else? .... Well, that’s a comforting thought! However, for all her lightness, it was a comforting thought, . . the thought that someone out of the whole world needed her, wanted her. She put the letter back into it’ en velope. and hid it in the bottom of her trunk where she kept some oth er treasures a few yellowed love letters that her dead father had written to her dead mother; a locket I that he had given her. A week later May was back at ’work for the first time in ten years. Through Dan Sprague site ■ found a job, selling real estate. To put it mildly, she hated it. She hated the musty little office [ ,-t "Harker and Harker, Real Estate Agents.” She hated to crank up the firm’s little car, aand take prospec tive buyers out to look at acres and acres of prune trees. But most of all she hated Mr. Harker. Senior. There was a Mr. Harker, Junior too. ... a pleasant youth who blushed every time May looked at him. And so she looked at him a great deal. It amused her to see him blush. But the elder Mr. Harker was no joke. He was a man of fifty-five or thereabouts, with a red complexion and bulging brows eyes. While he talked to May of leases and mortgages, those eyes slid over her in the most evil way. “Now, then, Mrtj, Seymour, we’ll take up the question that Jones ranch,” he would say, looking as if he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her with his wet thick lips. And May would shudder in wardly, and try to appear business like. One day the inevitable occurred. May had come in from lunch, and had hardly seated herself at the desk when the figure of Mr. Harker blotted the sunlight from the open door of the office. “Ah, you here’” he said in a gloat ing voice, rubbing the palms of his large hands together. “Yes!” said May with forced cheerfulness. She sprang up from the desk and jammed her little felt hat down upon her head. “And just going. . .” She did not want to be there .n the office with him. She tried to push past him, but Mr. Harker blocked her path by the simple method of throwing his huge arms across the doorway. May looked at him with astonish ment in her eyes. But she was not astonished. Not at all. She had known that something like this would happen, .11 along. “Please let me by. Mr. Harker!” she rapped out sharply. But with a sudden adroit move inent, Harker had pushed the door shut, and stood within the room alone with her. “What do you think you’re doing . . . . acting in the movies?” May 795 \ ESSEX LOACHU/ - WORLDS GREATEST VALUES t Everyone Says it **> Sal&s Prove it . .. c„ /HUDSON COACH/ Huchon Brougham IA g I ® \ Hudson Sedan ’1495 Y p $1695 ' JmL«H All Prices Freight and Tax Extra s' • ;. Gatewood Motor Co. Cotton Ave. Americus, Ga. MFIBJADVEOTENTJ FOR SALE FOR SALE—Bragg’s Market has another shipment of small red snapper this week. We are glad to offer this high class of fish. We also are making special low prices on good, Tender Beef Roast this week. Call by or phone 181. —9-2 t FOR RENT FOR KENT-—Best apartments in Americus; desirable locations. Jno. W. Shiver.—29-ts. 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