anaheim-gazette 1934-12-13

LOVE LIGHTLY By MARGARET E. SANGSTER EIGHTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS—Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds herself alone in the world with her artist mother's last warning ringing in her ears, to "love lightly." Of the world she knew little. All her life she had lived alone with her mother in an old brown house in a small rural community. All her life, first as a new baby, then a bubbling child, then a charming young girl...she had posed for her talented mother who sold her magazine cover painting through an art agent in the city...Ellen, alone, turned to the only contact she knew, an art agent in New York. Posing, years of posing, was her only talent so she was introduced to two leading artists, Dick Alven and Sandy Macintosh. Both used her as a model and both fell in love with her...but Ellen, trying to follow the warped philosophy of her mother to "love lightly," resists the thought of love. Her circle of friends is small, artists and two or three girl models. Ellen attends a ball with Sandy. While dancing a tall young man claimed her and romance is born. A ride in the park, proposal, the next day marriage to Toney, and wealth. But she'd "Love Lightly." Ellen told herself. She would never let him know how desperately she loved him, even though she was his wife. Now go on with the story. Dick was nuzzling his chin into the hair at the top of her head, with a movement unexpectedly tender. "What I'm afraid of honey," he said, "is that you've gone and got yourself into some bad sort of a scrape. Maybe it would be better if you told me now. I'll kick them out, Claire and Sandy, if you like. I'll have some dinner sent in for you, and you can get all calmed down." "I've got to go," she sobbed, "I've got vanished, but he still desired information—'Is the date with the same boy that you ditched me for, last night?'" The time for evasion—some of it, at least—had passed. "Yes," sobbed Ellen. "Who," it was Dick now, "who is this insistent young man, child?" Claire was gazing up at the ceiling. "He's tall," she said, "and God, how glum! And he has blue eyes and a swell sunburn, and the snappiest red Rolls-Royce in the city." But Dick was insisting, hinself. "What's his name, Ellen?" he questioned. "I'd like to know myself." Ellen had relaxed hopelessly against Dick. At the moment nothing was any use, any more. Suddenly she was more tired than she had ever been in all of her life—and older, too. "His name is Tony Brander," she said. "Anthony Brander, the sugar man, was his father." Claire yawned. The yawn was far too elaborate to be plausible. "Nothing of the piker about you," she said, "is there?" Sandy whistled. "One of those!" he said. "Saw his picture snapped at the races, in Vogue last month. He's an orphan, they said." Claire laughed. "What a break!" she murmured. But Dick didn't say anything for a moment. In fact, his silence made the whole studio seem silent. So silent that the clock, chiming five-forty-five, seemed only an echo to the knock upon the studio door. Claire was the one who called a summons. It wasn't her studio, but she was like that. And then Tony walked into the room. There was a narrow white line around his mouth as he looked across Ellen's arms. My wife! Furious You could have cupped mosphere of Dick's skin the air was so thick emotions. They were tensions that, though again in Ellen's mind even laugh. It was more to do anything laugh! Again, by some reason she was standing on a pile of people, she didn't know with his face gone greenish in its pallor Tony, with pain looming eyes at her. Not Sans hanging, ever so slimy Only Claire retains lance. "So!" said Claire. Guidely she rose from ed across the room extended to him a hand. "Congratulations," pose they're in order. Tony wasn't seeing staring at Ellen, then in Dick's arms any more. "I suppose," said are! It was then that with a vague color his cheeks—Dick, who justifying a girl's thim. He advanced toward tended his hand. "I can't pretend that by this news," he told very dear to me. She a little sister. I feel knowing slightly best married. But you look Brander," his voice no I know, sudden as it must care for you I'm sure, very sure to her." Dick was nuzzling his chin into the hair at the top of her head, with a movement unexpectedly tender. "What I'm afraid of honey," he said, "is that you've gone and got yourself into some bad sort of a scrape. Maybe it would be better if you told me now. I'll kick them out, Claire and Sandy, if you like. I'll have some dinner sent in for you, and you can get all calmed down." "I've got to go," she sobbed, "I've got a date! "Is—" it was Sandy speaking; before her tears some of his wrath had Auto Paint Job To Fit Any Pocketbook Our 18th Season in Anaheim LOUIS HENNIG 290 S. 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They were such mixed emotions that, though the hysteria rose again in Ellen's mind, she couldn't even laugh. It wasn't possible any more to do anything so simple as to laugh! Again, by some miraculous change, she was standing on the side lines, she was reading from a printed page. These people, she didn't know them. Not Dick, with his face gone suddenly old and greenish in its pallor. Not Tony, her Tony, with pain looking out of his eyes at her. Not Sandy, with his mouth hanging, ever so slightly, open. Only Claire retained her nonchalance. "So!" said Claire. And then languidly she rose from the sofa and strolled across the room toward Tony. And extended to him a pink-tipped white hand. "Congratulations," she said. "I suppose they're in order." Tony wasn't seeing Claire—he was staring at Ellen, though Ellen wasn't in Dick's arms any more. "I suppose," said Tony, "that they are!" It was then that Dick spoke. Dick, with a vague color coming back into his cheeks—Dick, with a great effort, justifying a girl's three-year faith in him. He advanced toward Tony and extended his hand. "I can't pretend that I'm not shocked by this news," he told Tony. "Ellen is very dear to me. She's be rather like a little sister. I feel that I'd have liked knowing slightly better, the man she married. But you look awfully regular. Brander," his voice never wavered, "and I know, sudden as it seems, that Ellen must care for you very deeply. And I'm sure, very sure, that you'll be good to her." Tony was flushing. He was very arms. My wife! Funny, isn't it? Party? Ellen wanted to scream out at the thought of a party. "Oh—no party!" she murmured. But Dick, with his white face oddly aloof, was the one who failed her. "Certainly a party!" he said. Claire was already at the phone. Her high chuckle was floating through the room. "Ellen," she was saying, "yes, married! Come around and make it legal. In the excitement Tony's arm was around her shoulder. It wasn't a chill arm any more, but Ellen—wanting his embrace with keen desperation—wished that Tired weren't watching. "Tired, dear?" questioned Tony. And then, "You're cute as a button in that get-up!" Ellen had forgotten the white buckskin, the heads. "Let me go, Tony," she said. "I must change into my own clothes. . . Just behind this screen—" (She was acutely conscious of his unspoken. "Do you dress, and undress, behind that screen? Alone—with a man—in this studio?") "No," she added, "I'm not tired, really." Walking sedately she went behind the screen, and began to pull the white buckskin frock over her head, and to untie the endless strings of gay beads. From the other side of the screen sounded a babel of voices. Voices that talked incessantly. Dick's voice, saying dispassionately, "You are a nasty little cat, Claire. Why don't you try being decent for a while..."" And then Tony's voice—Tony's voice. Saying. "If there's going to be a party, seems as if it ought to be my party. Seems as if I ought to throw it. Seems as if some of my friends ought to be in on the big time—" Ellen, buttoning her straight little blue crepe dress, paused. Tony's friends: Somehow she didn't want to meet those friends. They'd known "remember?" And then, "May I have this dance Mrs. Brander?" They danced, their bodies close together, their hearts throbbing in time to the strange music. It wasn't fair—the music did things to one; it made forgetting a matter of course! Ellen felt that nothing, exactly, was fair. Why hadn't she been born like Jane—of normal, happy parents, who lived to gether in a house and had a butter? Parents who wouldn't have died apart—tragically. "What are you thinking of," breathed Tony, into her ear, "Sweetheart?" Ellen knew that she should have said the words he expected, but she couldn't. My mother!" she said. Tony might have been angry, but he wasn't. Instead, his lips touched Ellen's hair as they had during their first waltz together. "I wish she were here, tonight," he said. "I wish mine were here, too. We'll tell each other about our mothers won't we, dear, one day?" It was his sweetness that was so disarming. That was the word—sweetness! It made her love him more than ever. "Yes," Ellen breathed, "yes, Tony, we will." "Say," the boy's hand, holding hers, was hot and tense; his voice had thickened strangely. "Say, Ellen let's cut away from here. They'll never miss us. We've got to get away." I'll he was repeating himself, "I'll never get to know you in this mad house! Let's go away—" Ellen, too, was repeating the action of the night before. "I'll get my hat," she said. "No, they'll not miss us." Into the magic moment cut the sound of Jane's voice; as cool and frosted as the glass she held in her hand. "Your friend with the beard," she said to Ellen: "has been telling tales out of school! He says you're the best model in the city. He says your legs "I can't pretend that I'm not shocked by this news," he told Tony. "Ellen is very dear to me. She's be rather like a little sister. I feel that I'd have liked knowing slightly better, the man she married. But you look awfully regular, Brander," his voice never wavered, "and I know, sudden as it seems, that Ellen must care for you very deeply. And I'm sure, very sure, that you'll be good to her." Tony was flushing. He was very young at the moment. He took the proffered hand. "You can't blame me," he said grimly. "for wondering. It seemed rather strange. Ellen asked me to wait for her at five, by the door, and she didn't come. And then—" Dick's hand was on the boy's shoulder. It said as plainly as a voice could have said: "Steady, old chap... Steady!" "I don't blame you one bit," he said aloud. "I'd have felt just as you do, myself, if the situation had been reversed." Sandy's mouth had come shut. He too, was standing. "My name's Mackintosh," he said. "I should be telling you where you get off instead of welcoming you to our city. I took Ellen to the party last night, so I suppose I'm directly responsible—" Claire interrupted. She allowed herself to display direct and unvarnished curiosity in a big way. "But you knew each other, didn't you, before last night?" she questioned. "After all," she was mimicking, "I ought to be told." Beseechingly Ellen's eyes sought Tony's eyes. Claire mustn't know the whole thing. It would be a beautiful morsel of gossip for Claire, and her intimates. An agony of embarrassment lay in Ellen's gaze, and Tony, seeing responded to that agony. Swiftly he had crossed the room swiftly his two hands had enfolded Ellen's outflung hands. "Oh," he said quite airily, "Oh, we've known each other for centuries. When," Ellen was stunned to hear him quote the line, "when she was a tadpole and I was a fish—" Claire laughed. "When the world," she said, "was even wetter than it is now!" Sandy was laughing, too. "Speaking," he said, of wet worlds. Why don't you try being decent for a while...." And then Tony's voice—Tony's voice, Saying. "If there's going to be a party, seems as if it ought to be my party. Seems as if I ought to throw it. Seems as if some of my friends ought to be in on the big time—" Ellen, buttoning her straight little blue crepe dress, paused. Tony's friends! Somehow she didn't want to meet those friends. They'd known Tony for so long—so much longer than she had known him, so infinitely much longer. All as once, she hated them. So this was jealously! Tony had already taken Claire's place at the phone. He was ringing up numbers, one after the other. Saying— "Yes, I've news for you! Yes, I'm married. No — not Jane. No, it's someone you don't know. Oh today! Come to my post bachelor dinner—" So to one friend, so to another, so to another, very cold as it touched her own, but not so cold as Jane's voice. "She's very pretty," said Jane, and Ellen might have been a child whom she was discussing, "very pretty." But I wouldn't have expected you to fall for the type, Tony!" Gay had edged close. Gay had deserted Sandy, had already annexed Tom, the ex-halfback. She seemed even more diminutive than ever against his bulk. "Sure she's pretty," agreed Gay rudely, "So'm I. So are you. And we all talk, too, and eat, and not one of us is deaf and dumb!" Gay," murmured Ellen, "don't." But Jane was laughing. "You're amusing," she said to Gay. Now, if it were you—" her tone implied that, had it been Gay, she might have understood. The dim little man with the accordion was beginning to play. His music wasn't dim; it was strange, passionate throbbing music. It didn't belong in the heart of an accordion—or in a speakeasy. It made tears rush, unbidden to Ellen's eyes. Jane was over at the wooden counter. Now. Laughing with Sandy—a high, unnatural laugh. Dick was at the bar, too. 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"Of course," Jane's voice held a tinkle of laughter; it, too, was like the tinkle of ice in the glass. "if Tony doesn't care—but I would have expected him to be against that sort of thing. Have you been in the profession—" said Jane, "long?" "I posed," Ellen said, "for the first time, nude, on a fur rug. When I was almost a month old!" Continued Next Week No. A-4177 NOTICE TO CREDITORS ESTATE OF J. D. CLAUSSEN DECEASED. NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN, by the undersigned, G. A. Suhr, Executor of the estate of J. D. Claussen, deceased, to the creditors of and all persons having claims against the said deceased to file them with the necessary vouchers in the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, or to exhibit the same with the necessary vouchers to the said G. A. Suhr, Executor at his place of business, 304 Bank of America Bldg. Anaheim, in the County of Orange; within six months after the first publilcation of this notice. 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