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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER, RANDOLPH, UTAH a it t STAR DUST M.ovie Radio VIRGINIA VALE By romance is a big influence these days in casting pictures. Paramount has given a three-yecontract to John Barrymore and his wife, Elaine Barrie, and will feature them together in a picture as soon as a suitable story can be located. Making pictures with Mr. Barrymore used to be a nightmare to directors. OFF-SCREE- CHAPTER XI Continued 18 Dont let old inferiority complex get you, Sammy, Brooke warned. Lucette and I know that this play of yours will be that it will set your name in lights on Broadway. Cant you just see Mother flying across the ocean if box-offic- e, necessary for the premiere? Well all have ravishing costumes and her voice. Memory She and Lucette couldnt go to New York for the opening. Suppose she didnt get the Palm Beach job? She would have no money. ' She shook herself mentally. What an emotional gal you are, Brooke. Youve gone white with excitement over what may never happen. Tisnt likely a break like that will come my way,. Sam prophesied gloomily. Brooke swallowed the lump in her throat. Sam mustnt suspect why she had gone white. She said in a voice drenched with mystery: Listen, you two, Im getting fed-u- p with country life. The day after the play well open the apartment. Thatll make a big hit with me, but first, unless we want to be late for Trents party, folks, wed better start with a for the big city. Sam added, You two certainly have the million-dolllook, girls, if you are my sisters. side-track- ed ar 1 CHAPTER XII Mark Trent glanced at Brooke Reyburn seated at his right in the dim Mirror room of the recently opened Supper club. Light from the illuminated table-to- p brought out the copper glints in her air, the glow in her radiant eyes, and laid a pinkish sheen, oyer, the gleaming silver of her frock. Why wasnt she wearing his orchids? Doubtless the answer to that was that she preferred gardenias. Had Field sent them? What chance had he, a man whose life had been twisted and tangled by a tragic marriage, against gay, debonair Jerry Field? None, he answered promptly, and as promptly told himself that Brooke must love him. That marriage was years behind him. Why allow the memory of it to creep back tonight when for the first time in days his mind had been free of the haunting vision of Lola as he had seen her last? He forced his. thoughts from the past to observe his guests. The rhinestone straps of Daphne Fields blossom-pin- k satin frock scintillated with rainbow sparks with every movement of her body. Lucette was adorable in a fluffy white and gold thing which accentuated her rich brunette coloring. Sam was observing the crowd through narrowed eyes; Jerry Field was talking in a low voice to Lucette. Jed Stewart was on the other side of Brooke. The orchestra glided inti a rhythmic invitation. The diners sprang to their feet. Old men slipped an arm about women who snuggled. Young men slipped an arm about women who laughed ; tough men hands on the planted enameled backs of women who stumbled. One couple kissed lingeringly as they passed. Lovers eyes sought lovers eyes; white hands clung; hushed voices questioned. Jerry Field and Lucette left the table. Sam groaned and held out his hand to Daphne. .Come on, lets get it .over. I suppose youd like to step? Of course I would, martyr! She slipped a white arm about his neck. Nothing unsteady about hei tonight, Mark thought. He pushed into the background the memory of the night he had had to steady her to the car. He had liked her, she had been amusing, but he had not invited her out after that. She had taken little wine tonight, Lucette had barely touched hers, Brooke had refused it. Now her eyes were following her brother. Was she worried about.; Daphnes influence on Sam? He watched her, watched the throbbing pulse in her throat which made him think of the beat of tiny wings against bars. As if "she felt his intense concentration on her, Brooke looked at him with questioning eyes. Mark smiled in response. . Did you know that I was thinking of you? I was hoping that you were not worrying about Sam and Daphne. If you are, dont. Thanks, Im not. If that were all I had on my mind, my heart well-groom- . ed that it would be swaying accompaniment to a barithe bumping against ceiling like a tone voice singing before the microrunaway balloon. phone: What is troubling you? Cant I I only love one and that one is ' ' help? you. No, thanks. No!" And that one is you. That was emphatic, almost as if There was a burst of applause you were afraid of me. Care to from the dancers. dance?. Mark reminded: Brooke motioned toward the couYou havent answered my quesples packed in so close they could Brooke. tion, barely move. Her eyes were brilliant with anYou dont call that dancing, do . as ger they met his. you? But do dance yourself. You second time the answered it I must know every attractive girl refused to marry me. Perhaps here. You have risen to bow at you have you forgotten that. I havent. two minute intervals ever since we crushed back a mad imMark arrived at this table. Im just being to kiss her contemptuous Ups noble, setting you free to dance with pulse until she went limp in his arms. someone else. Repression sent the dark color to Thanks for the consideration, his face. but the only girl with whom I care No, I havent forgotten that you to dance is sitting at this table. said that you wouldnt marry me if You wouldnt encourage a host to I were the only man in the world, leave his guest of honor, would that divorced men left you cold. you? She laid her hand on his sleeve. He glanced at the gardenias on I was sorry the moment I said her shoulder. that. Really I was. Please forget Don you care for orchids? I it. should have sent violets. I know The maitre dhotel stopped at the table. He glistened from the top of his sleek black head to his patent leather shoes. He looked Italian with a streak of Turk; he spoke American with a French accent. Good evening, Mr. Trent. Glad to see you here, sir. How are you, Franchot? This crowd looks like prosperity back to stay. Business has been good ever since we opened. We had so many reservations for this evening we had to reinforce the staff of waiters and I dont like strange help in a jam like this, but what else would be so light back for the third, boy! He turned to Jerry Field who was like a stranger in his make-uGo on to that stage, Jerry, and whang the ball!' Field nodded to Brooke before he disappeared into the wings. Should she wish Sam luck, his sister wondered? Better not. The hand which d gripped his d with lined and script, cuts and changes, was p. . blue-covere- dog-eare- d, criss-crosse- white-knuckle- N ar Some days he was three hours late showing up for work, and someThe stage was cleared. Lucette, times he disappeared for days. Daphne and Jerry. Field went on When he did arrive on time, likely and took their places. Samwas in as not he would make such caustic the wings! Jed was at the switch- remarks to his fellow players that board! The curtain man was wait- their, nerves were shatpractically ing for his signal! Sam raised his tered. Marriage to the young and hand. The house dimmed. He wig- ambitious Miss Barrie has changed wagged with two fingers. Jed all that. brought up his lights. The orchestra stopped playing. Another motion of Sams hand and the curtain rose At last the quarrel between Fredslowly. Brookes heart parked in die Bartholomew and her throat, running on high. y ayer has Lucette waited for the greeting of been settled and applause to quiet before, without a Freddie will soon retrace of nervousness, she spoke her turn to work. Under first line. Sam nodded approval, the new agreement frowned as Daphne answered shakhe will get two thouily. Brooke couldnt see the stage, sand dollars a week but she could hear the voices. Jed for forty weeks, and Stewart was red and perspiring unthousand der the responsibility of getting the weekly for six weeks actors on and off. Once as he of personal appearpassed her he whispered: ances. Also he gets a dollar a week adGet a peek at Mrs. Gregory out ditional for pocket front, third row, center. Shes blazing with jools. money. Hell need Has the New York producer it with a twenty-fiv- e thousand dollar bill owed for lawcome? He nodded. Second row, center. yers fees. ' Sleek blond fella, with a grand mar-cell- e. He caught Sams eyes glarOne of your tried and true friends ing at them and disappeared. of radio, whom you may not know could we do? Every sentence moved the play by name, has just made a great The lights in the room dimmed. forward, unfalteringly. Jerry Field success on the New York stage but The dancers returned to their ta- had been on and off before Mark he is still on the air. It is Claybles. The singer in her glittering Trent, in his blue lounge coat, ap- ton Collier. You have known him sequins stepped to the stage. The peared to make his first entrance. as master of ceremonies for both orchestra leader nestled his violin As he approached the wings, his the Leo Reisman and Eddy Duchin under his chin, laid his fingers on eyes, smiling, disconcertingly' in- bands. the strings and drew his bow with a tent, met and held Brookes and flourishing sweep. The spotlight set the blood tingling in her cheeks. A mysterious Mr. Gallagher flew traveled about the room, whitening The rehearsal last night had been into New York .and began escorting on a so hectic he had had time only to faces, setting rhinestones Janet shoulder-stra- p Gaynor to theaters and night agleam, brightening tell her that Jed Stewart had left but the Twentieth Century-Fo- x clubs, already too bright eyes, striking the Supper club to report about the publicity department wasnt rainbow fire from the jewels on the waiter to Inspector Harrison. In breast of a grande dame. It lin- the morning paper she had seen a fooled for a minute. They knew it statement that the bandit in the was Tyrone Power all the time. gered at a table. Brooke gripped Marks arm. She Hunt filling station case was being leaned close, whispered: trailed to Canada. Of course she Ann Miller, who played Ginger Quick! Where the light is! The hoped that he would be caught, but Rogers dancing partner, is playing waiter! Hes the man who ran it was a relief to know that he was in Radio City Revels opthe lead room! far away from what newspapers through my Milton posite Berle, the air comic. would call the scene of his crime. . is one of those Her Behind the scenes in the Club discovery She Could hear Mark Trents of Hollywood. She and House theater, Brooke, as property tales strange was ironic. It her voice, faintly woman, checked her list for the last cue to start the phonograph which her mother went to California and almost starved.while she was trying time. Every article which the char- was to produce a song as if sung to break into pictures. acters would need to take to the in the street Finally, below. she took a cabaret endefeated, stage was present and accounted oh In the gloaming, my darling, gagement in San Francisco and the for. Almost time for the curtain. Think not bitterly of me. If only her heart wouldnt pound very first night she played there, an The sweetness and fervor of the R. K. O scout saw her and signed so. It shook her body. But hadnt her body shaken with excitement mans voice brought a terrifying her up. whenever she had seen Sam act? He ache to Brookes throat, a burning was coming. He was almost as beneath her eyelids, as with the Just the other day Warren Newell, white as the shirt-froof his eve- small machine in her hands she to give the effect of a laborer at the Universal studios, walked away were like his ning clothes, eyes music fading in the distance. wiped out the disflames as he stopped beside her. to was leave It best you thus, grace of ten years Just had a cable from Mother ago when he was dear, wishing me luck. Its zero hour, from a discharged and for best for Best me. Brooke. Locate the producer and you baseminor league into out thinned Watch word If 'em. front. The last silence. manager team for ball dropthey go out after the first act and Mark Trents cue. in a a fiyball ping old but is dont come back, the plays washed sure That song stuff, in the crucial point up; if they sit through the second, fire. Believe it, Madge? He ninth inning. BE CONTINUED) , (TO its got a chance; if they come made a real catch! Alice Faye, catching her heel in the hem Scientist Finds Trees of New England of her dress, toppled Have Clearly Recorded Drouth Years over aandsixteen-fowould ledge have landed on theater seats below Drouths that troubled farmers for plant growth, he states. Dur- if Mr. Newell hadnt rushed' to the half a century before the Revolu- ing the same three and a third cen- rescue and caught her just in time. tionary war have left their records turies about twice as many years i ' clearly written in the rings of New are marked by actual physiological ODDS AND ENDS: Bing Crosby was Prof. Charles which drouth J. retarded plant growth so England trees, delighted with the smart dialogue in Lyon of Dartmouth college has throughout the entire area. Cyclic Carole Lombards picture, True ConfesKanin a the writer found, reports effects are not evident. sion , that he insisted on having the ausas City Stars Science Service. In comparing his ring measurethor, Claude Binyon, write his next. It will be staged at Bings own race track, A tree ring represents the amount ments with old weather data, Proof wood . grown in a given season. fessor Lyon found official rainfall and Mary Carlisle will play the lead, as because she is the only actress Bing In a good year it is thick, in a records less valuable than early usual,make love to without making his son can notes from or bad it otherwise is reports. crop Typical drouthy year burst into tears . . . Robert Taylor Gary narrow of tree Long-pathin. alternations ox good years rings are: will be back in lime for Christmas and if 1727 and bad years have beefa read sucHay scarce on account of he ever goes away again he will insist on , Barbara Stanwyck having a telephone cessfully in other parts of the drouth. 1736 Com scarce. at her ranch retreat . . . Canny United States, particularly in the 1741 Ross, having worked over his new radio Hot and dry all summer. Southwest, but hitherto the records program' until it suits him and everyone 1749 from New England have been conDry until July 25. may make the next Broadway Mel1762 fused and contradictory. By studyfires; public else, . . . Warner Brothers' for ody ing a larger number of tree stumps, prayers and fast on account of the Great Garrick is the most delightful picin several different locations in New grievous drouth. ture in many weeks, largely because of the witty way uiat Brian Aheme and Olivia Hampshire and Vermont, Professor de Haviland poke fun at the business of - Most Even Precipitation Lyon has at last been able to make sense out of early New New England, has the countrys acting . . . Jean Hersholt will vary the of playing Doctor Dafoe on die most even precipitation, a little monotony England weather. screen by playing Doctor Christian on a 1600 aire found more than three inches a month, a Many years, since radio program over the to have been outstanding for the total of forty inches in the normal Columbia system. Western Newspaper Union, good moisture conditions available year. . d. - . - . Metro-Gold-- n-- - Zero Hour, Brboke. you like them. You wore them the first time we met; no, it was the second time. The orchids were beautiful. Brooke traced a pattern on the illuminated table-toSometime Ill tell you why I didnt wear them tonight. Are you engaged to Field? She shrugged lovely shoulders and glanced up provocatively. You fairly gnashed that question. You are miscast in Islands Arise; Sam ought to write something for you in which you could play an ogre. Youve just the voice p. for it. All right. Im an ogre. Meanwhile, how about answering that question? I said that sometime I would tell you why I didnt wear the orch- ids; that doesnt mean tonight; it means after the play and your party. However, had I been a perfect lady, I would have said, Thank you billions for the flowers long before this. Curious how accustomed we have become to thinking in billions, isnt it? I. dont want your thanks, I want Mark disciplined his stormy voice. Remember that afternoon in Jeds office? The afternoon you refused to marry me? "Havent you forgotten. that? "There are some things one doesnt forget. Then here is something to put beside it in your memory book. Will you marry me, Brooke? She looked up with startled eyes, then laughed. That proposal if ' it is a proposal? It is. ' Has all tlie fire and ardor of a silent policeman. Shall I give a demonstration of fire and ardor? No! Of course not! Dont look, at me as if you were trying to. see the wheels of my mind go round. I hadnt gone much deeper than your eyes. Have you never been told that you have beautiful eyes? You havent answered my question. Will you marry me? The orchestra was playing a soft M three bus-boy- s. Its it it it : nt ot st ; M-G-- coast-to-coa- st ) - w |