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The brick structure, by William Ritt and Clarence Gay, is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. In the midst of a great deal of excitement, the little Annie Rooney, a little Annie Rooney, appears in the Sunday Herald-Times. This one has seventeen, better than that. I'm doing something. Added to one hundred, what is it home? See, I add the flowers. The brick structure, by William Ritt and Clarence Gay, is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The brick structure, by William Ritt and Clarence Gay, is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. RICK BRADFORD, HERO OF ANY ADVENTURES, WHO ABOUT TO ENTER INTO THE MOST ASTOUNDING PROFESSOR VAN ATTA SALISBURY, BRICK'S GOOD ARTHUR DRAIN, EMINENT YOUNG CHEMIST, WHO IS TO EPISODES OF HIS THRILLING CAREER FRIEND—A FAMOUS SCIENTIST AND ARCHEOLOGIST PUNE SALISBURY, IN THE SAME DAUGHTER, WHO IS FONDOFBRICK SHARE MANY OF BRICK'S IMPENDING ADVENTURES Telephone REPMIJ J 234 THE WASHINGTON TIMES, MONDAY, JANUARY 10, 1938 Telephone REPMIJ 1234 I TRAILER GIRL By Vera Brown “If he won’t talk to me?” she gasped, as their taxi drew into the sailing-day crowd. “He’ll listen, at least!” Rene said grimly. There was not much time. Sailing was at 11. They could not get aboard, but they stood together near the gangplank watching. The crowds buffeted them about. Piles of baggage were going up the escalators. Porters in little French hats bustled about in last-minute rush. An officer pushed the crowd back. Suddenly Lynn saw Wild. He was hurrying toward the gangplank. She tried to call his name, but the crowds cut her off from him and he could not hear. Mrs. Austin was with Wild and so was Chuck. His good-bys to them were short, and shortly after he had boarded the ship, the crew began to pull in the gangplank. “Wild!” Lynn could not find him on the deck. She strained her eyes. Rene’s arm was around her shoulders. A stout woman and her little boy squeezed in front of them to wave wildly over a departing friend. “He's going!” Lynn's eyes were blurred with tears as the big boat began to move. There was no sign of Wild at the railing, although Rene looked, hoping to the last. For a long time they stood there, watching the boat glide down the river and out into the harbor. Lynn watched until it was lost in a maze of haze and smoke. She leaned heavily against Rene. “Come.” He shook her gently. “We must go home.” CHAPTER XXVI AT LOOSE ENDS Lynn did not come to Rene’s studio to pose the next morning. When she had not come at 11 o’clock, Rene put on his mackinaw and Walked over to her apartment. He could not get an answer to his ring for some time, but finally Lynn unlocked the door. She stood there weaving uncertainly. “I’m pretty sick,” she managed. Rene got her back into bed and called a doctor. “Bad sore throat. Bed for a few days,” was the verdict. Rene telephoned Mme. Reanoud and consulted with the doctor. They tried to get her into a hospital but they were all crowded. The doctor found a practical nurse and Rene felt relieved. At least there would be somebody to look after the girl. Rene was a poor nurse. He would be of no use in a sick room. Rene came every day, brought her flowers, read to her. The day Lynn was first able to sit up. Wild landed at Havre. Lynn hoped against hope that he might cable. But it was clinging to a straw. It was that night Mme. Reanoud came to see her little model. She found Lynn sitting up wrapped in a blanket. “What is all this about?” Madam demanded when she saw Lynn’s face. “I’ve been sick.” “Nonsense. I mean, what is really the matter with you?” When Lynn would not answer, Mme. Reanoud took her hand. “Now look here, child. You need some plain talking to.” She settled herself in the uncomfortable chair and began: “Of course I know what’s the matter. The young man’s gone off. It was bound to get into the papers. You can't run around and be engaged to a millionaire and have him duck on a boat to Europe right in the midst of it without having this town by the ears.” “I” Suppose not.” Tears came into Lynn’s eyes for a moment. “There is nothing to say. Just that he is gone.” “What about you?” “What about me?” Lynn’s voice was tragic as she echoed the words. “I've a little money saved. I might go up home for a while.” she stared out of the window, lost in thought. Madam gave a little snort. She got up and took a hand mirror off the chest of drawers nearby. “Look at yourself!” Madame’s tone was stern. “Look! See your hair! Look at your eyes. No, I want you to look at that face so you remember a girl who used to work for me. She was very pretty, wasn’t she? Well-groomed, lovely? Look at her now!” Lynn looked in spite of herself and she was shocked at the pale, unattractive face she saw in that mirror. “Life’s funny, Lynn. But you had to grow up sometime! I know it isn’t pleasant, but this is part of it. You might have known the Austins wouldn’t stand for this!” Lynn flinched. The Austins! It was herself. That sharp regret for her own cowardice was what was killing her. “You’ll get over it. People do! As you grow older, you learn one bitter fact. There isn’t anybody in the world you can’t live without... and be reasonably happy!” “How can I go on?” Lynn suddenly turned appealingly to madam. and in a moment she was in the older woman’s arms. “Poor kid!” madam’s eyes were wet. Lynn seemed so utterly young and defenseless. She could have throttled Wild. But madam had been sure this would happen. A WEEK END WITH MME. REANOUD. Madam shook her gently and laughed: “You ask how you’re going on. I’ll tell you. The first thing you’re going to come to work. Nothing like work. Besides, you need the money, and I'll dock you if you aren’t on the job! Next, you’re going to have a lot of new clothes. Nothing like a smart new hat for a woman whose heart’s broken! That’s why I make money. Half the women who come in to my shop on a clothes spree have broken hearts. Don't you realize that? You haven't a corner on all the suffering in the world! That idea had apparently not occurred to Lynn. "Now, I’m going to see you into bed. I’ll turn off the lights. And tomorrow night I’m going to take you home with me for the weekend. By Monday you’ll be a different person." Madam was as good as her word. Saturday night she came for Lynn and the girl went with madam to her handsome uptown apartment. They had a quiet dinner there, Lynn wearing one of madam’s prettiest negligees, and they listened to the radio. Lynn was tucked into bed at 10 o'clock and she slept through the night for the first time since Wild had left her. The next morning Madam’s favorite beauty parlor operator arrived. "She’s going to fix you up." The girl worked on Lynn’s blonde hair and turned out some cunning curls over her forehead and around her. Temples. Her nails were done in a vivid scarlet. "There, now, look at yourself, Lynn!" Madam ordered when the two-hour overhauling was completed. "You're a beautiful girl. It is your duty to stay that way." There’s few enough of you in the world, my dear.” When they had finished dinner, Madam began to talk about style. "You should begin to study yourself, Lynn. Learn by trial and error what you should wear. You’ve been letting me dress you. You’d be lovelier if you’d evolve your own clothes. You’ve been too busy being in love to do anything but walk around in a daze. It’s time you got to work. Then there’s another thing. If Rene goes away, what about you?” “I have my work.” “You don’t want to work in my shop for $30 a week all your life. You’ve got a career ahead of you.” Madam looked thoughtfully at the girl: “I’ve had a couple of boys into the shop to see about you for color photography. You’d model well that way. I’d dress you, and it would not be bad for me, you know.” Madam had an eye to the main chance. “I couldn’t pose for anybody but Rene, somehow!” “Nonsense! You can face a color camera, can’t you?” Madam smiled: “Your coloring is unusual, you know.” They talked for a long time, and Lynn felt better. Monday morning she went to work with Madam, and although she felt weak-kneed and ill, by noon she realized that Madam was quite right. Work is the only anodyne which is sure. When night came, Lynn seemed to wilt. Madam, seeing her as she put on her hat, knew what Lynn was feeling. Always, when the lights came on, Wild had been waiting for her. Lynn went out into the night, took a bus down to the square and walked down to Rene’s studio. She found him there alone. “I hoped you’d come. I’m hungry.” He grinned at her as she turned on the light. "When do we eat?” Rene’s old cry! Lynn smiled in spite of herself, and she went out to shop for their supper. Lynn was glad of something to occupy her mind. She cooked them a fine supper of lamb chops, and Rene talked about his work. Marty dropped in, seemed unaware that anything was wrong. But then, Marty was always tactful. Lynn mused. “Well, the famous artist will be off for Paris and Rome before long,” Marty remarked. “Lord, I hate to see you go, Rene!” Rene nodded. “Think of me!” Lynn demanded. “I am.” Marty squinted up at Lynn as she gave him a cup of coffee. “Half the boys in town are screaming for you, Lynn. What do you say to that, Rene?” Rene shrugged. “You’re the ideal model, Lynn.” “That’s what Mme. Reanoud said. She wants me to do some photographic modeling.” “Common trade, eh?” Marty launched. “Might be a good idea.” I think you’ve been in that dress shop long enough. And if you wanted to pose for some of the illustrators you would have time. I wish you’d talk to Mme. Rea, Rene for me. Marty. I’ll do what I can. You should have a good agent, Lynn. I haven’t time to give you the Thought I should, but I’ve promised Rene I’d keep an eye on you." Lynn flashed Rene one of her lovely smiles. He had been very loyal to her. "The first thing I want to do is to move." Lynn said. "The thought of that apartment is too painful." To Be Continued (Copyright Ledger Syndicate) 