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Show s TEEN-AGE LOVE CORNER By Richard Hill Wilkinson IT was only natural that Rose should be thrilled at thoughts of meeting Loring Hunt. After all, Loring Hunt was the most glamorous glamor-ous of modern day screen stars. . . And Rose well, 3M in.it. Rose was JUSt an" Minute other young girl Fiction with dreams. I I She had fallen in love with Loring Hunt when she was 12 years old. Maturity had rather dampened her enthusiasm; at least she never betrayed the real depths of it. When told of Loring Hunt's pending pend-ing arrival Jerry had snorted. "What!" he cried disgustedly. "That sap coming here? To your house? Why, your mother must be out of her mind!" "Mother's far from out of her mind," Rose replied furiously. "It's only common decency that she ask Mr. Hunt to stay with us while he's in town. His father and mine were close friends. Since Daddy's death, the Hunts have been splendid to mother." She added spitefully: "We're giving a party in Loring Hunt's honor and I guess you'd better bet-ter not come." "Try and keep me away," said Jerry. "I'm not letting the girl I'm engaged to run around unprotected with that lizard In the vicinity." "We're not engaged," Rose told him. "We're practically engaged," said Jerry. A week later Loring Hunt arrived. He was wearing a mustache and colored glasses, both of which he removed as soon as he was inside the house. "It's my defense," he smiled by way of explanation. "I'd be mobbed without them." Loring was all and more than she "I look nnder SO, eh?" Loring chuckled. "They do marvelous things in Hollywood." had expected. There were a few grey hairs about his temples, but what are a few grey hairs when the man of her dreams was here in the flesh and seeming to take a particular particu-lar interest in her. At least Rose imagined he was taking a particular interest in her, DURING the first of the evening Jerry assumed an attitude oi aloofness. He stood in a corner and tried to look disdainful and superior. But when this attitude failed to impress im-press Rose he abandoned it, and took to following her around. Toward the end of the evening Loring Hunt asked her if she'd meet him outside on the terrace in five minutes. "Quite a trick, getting away from that crowd," Loring Hunt smiled. He drew her to a hammock and sat down. "I wanted to have a few moments alone with you before 1 left." "Yes?" whispered Rose. "You remind me so much of youi father. He, was a fine man. I remember re-member him well." "You remember my father? But 1 was only a child when he died!" "You were at that," said Loring Hunt. "I was young too." H sighed. "Ah, mel How time doe fly. Here I am almost 50 and " "Fifty 1" cried Rose. "Why, 1 thought. that is in youi pictures " "I look under 30, eh?" Lorin chuckled. "They do marveloui things in Hollywood. But, here Let's not talk of me. Tell me aboul yourself. Are you in love? I no ticed a fine looking boy giving yoi a lot of attention." Rose was a bit overcome. She hadn't dreamed that her ideal was was an old man! She started to speak, but a figurt had glided up and was standing ii front of them. It was Jerry. In tht pale light she could see the set loot to his jaw. "Ah," said Loring Hunt, rising "here he is now. We were Just talk Ing about you, young man. Rosi was telling me well, rather I was telling her that it was a pit her father couldn't have lived ti see his daughter grown to woman hood." "Yeah?" said Jerry. There was a pause, Rosa leapc to her feet "Mr. Hunt was ask ing me if I'm in love and and I told him yes. I told him I wa in love with you. Jerry." Slowly Jerry relaxed. Rose hai taken his arm and was hanging for dear life. It was a good thing he told himself importantly, fo Loring Hunt, that she had come t her senses. |