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Show N TAKE THE LEAD CORNER By Sidney Du Broff MISS PARISH drove her ancient automobile along the deserted highway toward home. Her deep satisfaction was justifiable in view of the successful play she had produced pro-duced and dl-I dl-I 1 rected that eve- 3MIt ninS- Nothing minute Broadway would Fiction care to see, but . I a luge triumph for the amateurs ama-teurs of Deep Valley High School. Even Mr. Wilks, principal of Deep Valley High, who was never lavish in his praise had said, "Miss Parish, we are extremely proud to have you as a member of our faculty. fac-ulty. I speak for the town as well as its school." Now it was over, except for the party she was giving for the cast. Miss Parish applied pressure to the accelerator. Being detained at the. theatre had made her late. She knew the cast would already be arriving ar-riving at her home. As she rounded the sharp turn in the road she heard a sudden noise followed by a loud hiss. The car pitched from sici- to side almost running off the road. Miss Parish fought desperately to .egain control. con-trol. The automobile straightened itself out, gradually losing momentum. mo-mentum. She brought it to a stop. She emerged Ttom the disabled dis-abled automobile. It was too dark to see anything. She . opened the trunk and lit a match. "No jack! Now what am I goinjr to do?" , Miss Parish sat down on the running run-ning board. "I suppose I ccwud walk back to town and get heslp ... or "I'm in love with you, Roberta. I want to marry you," Wayne said. I could stop a passing car if there was one." She retained her position posi-tion on the running board. In the distance appeared a set of headlights. Miss Parish took a small handkerchief from her purse and waved it at the on-coming car. It slowed down somewhat, but then resumed its speed and disregarded the appeal for aid. SHE waited for what seemed like a long time before rax.oher automobile au-tomobile came into sight. As one loomed near she waved her handkerchief hand-kerchief hopefully. It came to a screeching halt alongside her own car. y "What seems to be the trouble, Miss?" "I had a blow-out and I don't have a jack." "Fear no more, my lady," a man said, getting out of his car. "I'm certain there is at least one around somewhere." "You're a life saver." "Wait a minute," the man said. "Come over here near the headlights." head-lights." She hesitated. "But, why . . . He took her arm, guiding her to where he could see her face. "Roberta!" he cried out. "It'a you! " "Yes, Wayne." "You recognized my voice and you tried to keep me from knowing who you were. Why?" "I explained all of that to you in the note I left," she said. "Note nothing. I've been looking for you for six months. I was ready to notify the police." "No, Wayne, I . . ." "I'm in love with you. Roberta I want to marry you." '1 can't," she answered. "Why can't you?" "Eecause your success means too much to you . . . and to me." I can't have success without you, Roberta." "You can't have it with me," she retorted, tears forming in her eyes. "The play you pro- duced w,th me in the lead flopped. It flopped because I wasnt good enough for the part. "It was a bad play Roberta." It was a good play," she said defiantly. "Don't you see, Wayne youd go on producing plays with flop because I'm just not enough for Broadway." "Is it somebody else?" "No," she answered. "I'm the dramatic coach at Deen vm High School. does PpaVyaU much as Broadway . but lt ,0 ! I ean nand,e the ypa;t;.,but at let Roberta, come back" "I belong here Wayne iw you belong on Broadway We each have what we want we,each |
