New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 22, 1929, Page 8

THIS HAS HAPPENED Maizie Ashe, married for 18 years to & newspaper man, warng her daughter and Hollis Hart of the ‘Ways of reporters. Ashtoreth, her only child, is marrying Hollis Hart. A trium- phant marriage, from a worldly point of view. The Harts are one of the oldest families in Boston, an Hollis is a multi-millionaire. Ashto- reth is a poor little stenographer, but beautiful as 3 Follies clothes horse. The story Is meat for the press. Particularly in view of the fact that Hollis, flying from New York to his fiance in Boston, has figured in an tirplane accident. With him, at the time, was Monty English, an old sweetheart of Ashtoreth’s. Monty was also hurrying to her, because he had read that day In | New York paper a story, which im- plied that the “well known clubman —the rich and famous Mr. Hart” had become involved in a rather lurid romance with “a young lady of unusual heauty, said to have been a stenographer in his employ.” Monty, furiously angry, meant to | get at the facts of the story. Fol- lowing the crash. he learns the identity of his traveling companion, and ascertains that he means to marry Ashtoreth in the morning. Hollis motors from Connecticut, where the accident took place, to the Ashe flat in Boston. time, the Boston papers have heard. not only of the airplane smash, but the story that was printed in New York. They besiege the house like an army. And Maizie warns the lovers. | “You'll never escape them. Don't T know? There's no outwitting tme pack.” Mean- | | page lay-out.” presumptuous or absurd " The man chuckled. “That is the price of greatness,” he said. *“If I had a few million. Mr. Hart, I wouldn't care what you asked me, No—nor what you said about me, either. I'd thumb my nose at the cockeyed world. And T'd tell the tabloids to go to the devil!” Hart smiled grimly. . . . “I was about to say something of the sort,” he declared. The other took his hat. “I was wondering when you'l suggest it,” he declared good hu- moredly. “Well, goodnight, Mr. Hart. . And you certainly know how to pick ‘'em. Miss Ashe can have my vote any old time. And that, I might say, is the consensus of opinion among the gentlemen o2 the press.” “And how in blazes,” demanded Hollis irritably, “do you know what Miss Ashe looks like?” The reporter beamed affably. “We've some very good photo- graphs of her,” he explained. “The studio, where she sat last summer furnished several cuts, in exchange for what we call a ‘credit line.’ It's customary, you know. We print in | the corner ‘Photograph by So-and- {S0,' and they count it good adver- tising. There are several profiles and a beautiful full face. “As a matter of fact, one of the artists was painting on a veil and wedding gown, when T left the of- fice. You'll see It in the first edi- tion, Mr. Hart. Four-column front | Hollis choked angrily. “It may be all in the day'> work,” he sputtered, “but it's a hell of a way to earn a living.” NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER XL Maizie was right. There was no fooling the pack. They camped all night on the door steps. Hollis left the apartment as day | began to break. Then the reporters divided forces. Half of them fol- | lowed him in taxis to his club. Others were waiting there, Beg- | ging interviews. Demanding state- ments. There were photographers | with flashlights. And Miss Fannie Drown of the Trumpet, who never went to bed. | “Oh, Mr. Hart.” begged Fannle, | clutching him by the coat sleeve “There's just one little thing 1 want to ask you. Tell me, Mr. Hart, if it is your belief that sz nographers make better wives than society girls?" He shook off her detaining hand “Good lord, Madam, you don’t ex- | pect me to answer a thing like that!” | Fannie was running up the broad | steps after him, whipping a dog- cared notebook from her pocket. A pencil from the depths of a big brown handbag. “Let's say sweethearts, then,” she compromised swiftly. “Do stenographers make better sweet- Eearts than society girls, Mr. Hart? | From your own personal experience 1 mean.” Parkins came trotting the revolving door. “There's a gentleman what says 'c's a personal friend, sir, waiting in your bedchamber, sir. Hit's me | own opinion, ’e’s a news ‘ound, if | 1 may say so, sir.” i scant grace, Parkins bun- | dled Fanpy down the stoop. | “A gentleman's club! Hit's no place for ladies, Miss,” he advised her. | through | young man rose from | air in the sitting room | 'lis’ suite. | “Sorry to intrude this | apologized pleasantly. But busi- | ness is busincss, Mr. Hart. Thnrc‘sl @ rumor around town that Dan Corum is filing suit for breach of promise against you. Stories from Dan’s office indicate that he’ll be on the job first thing in the morning. . He's made no statement himself, but the News wanted to give you an even break, so I came directly to you, Mr. Hart. Rather rotten. | busting in on you this way, I know. | But you understand how it is.” ‘ Hollle looked at him in astonish- | ment. “It's news to me,” he declared. | “And you might tell Corum for me, | that if he pulls any of his dirty | I'll give him a punch in the And TI'll sue his whole dam’ for defomation of character.” » suave young man smiled, sn there's nothing to it, Mr. he | | * Hollls told him | Corum’s specialty, f8n't ii? It's the cort of stuff they ‘pull on Babe Ruth and Red Grange, and any roor devil that happens in the And half of the suclers and the other half let | them take it fo court. Well, I'm | not gaing to give Corum a cent, | and I'm not going to let him take it to court cither. I'm going to knock his liead off, instead. Now you | might take him that little message, | and sce what sort of a come-back | he has for that” T® reporter smiled disarmingly. | “Thot's the way to handle those | euvs” he approved. “And all the | skirts “iat make the trouble, ‘oo. | T him what you said, Mr. | Mari. And, take it from me, there | won't he another squawk out of Dan | Iy the way, congratulations | Hellis shook “Yow'd better tiens for a while The other irieved, in fact. “Wou're not going to be marricd in the morning”" h ved “Why, the News heard “The News” interrupted “heard nothing of the kind.” “Then you're not to be marrie In the morning? Shall I quote that, | t, as coming from vou?" | <houlders sigged wearily looked desperately tired. And a littl: old “Good lord!” he appealed YOu no respect for a man's private aftairs” What if I should ask you if it was true that you beat rour wife? Or mean to elope with the red-haired waitress at Childe. Can't S0u see it wouldn't be any more 2 your (clicita- looked surpriscd « excla Hollis, “Have ! nie. ! tacans my job { could be looking at | At six o'clock ever and ever. His caller howed. “If T had inherited a few millions, 1 should not.” he murmured polite- ly, “be engaged in such a nefarious occupation. Our motto, Mr. Hart, is 'Give the people what they want.’ Presidents get elected on that plat- form. So 1 guess it's good enough for the News.” He withdraw. - And, slipping out a back way, took a taxi to the office. | “Nothing,” he mused, “to set the | world afire, but a pretty good story at that” And, in his mind's eye. he saw a banner line in the first cdition. MILLIONATRE HART THREAT- ENS ATTORNEY CORUM. Meantime, Fannie Drown hurried to Maizie's flat. Now, nie was rated the most ing sob sister in Boston. She offered the taxi driver double fare, and told him to step on it. “I'll bet,” she moaned, “they've Featen me to it — Belle Bailey and Vina Adams. I never should have played anything but the girl end!"” | Fannie was right. Maizie, who | couldn’t bear to refuse anyhody | anything, had been persuaded to {admit a chosen few, selected as spokesmen for the group. When Fannie found that out, she bribed the janitor, and waited in the hall, while he delivered a note. Maizle read it, and admitted Fan- Belle and Vina and Johnny Mahoney smiled when they saw her. They knew Fannic's favorite ruse. For 10 years she had been getiing away with it. The note she had written read like this: “Dear Miss Ashe: Pleas let me see you for only a minute. I am a new reporter, and this Is my first important assignsent. It me. 1 will be fired, if you refu PLEASE.” It was Fannic who wanted a message for stenographers. And Belle who asked about the night- gowns. Vina was thirsting for the story of the romance . . . “From the very beginning, please, Miss Ashe.” Johnny looked foolish, and asked her if she liked children. It was then that Vina asked if she believed in companionate marriage. And should a woman have a career? They persuaded Ashtoreth to pose, with Maizie, for a flashlight. With Maizie sitting in the big di- van, and Ashtoreth on the arm, looking tenderly into each other's eyes. Then they wanted pictures crossed. And someone asked if she tad a picture of Hollis that she very soulfully, for a time exposure. It was getting light by that time. - [] Maizie made cof- fee, and cut an apple pie. Vina scribbled on the corner of an envelope, “Just folksey,” and | wondered how soon money would spoil the two of them. Ashtorcth, they decided, was probably in love. | And darn clever, if she wasn't. At last it xas over. Half-past seven. “Lie down for a little while, | honey,” besought Maizie. “You'll | want to be looking your best, dar- {ling—and the circles you got under your eycs—oh, me-oh my!" “But, Mums, how can I! There's too much to do.” Maizie was 0 near to tears that she must pretend to be very busy. Opening Ashtoreth’s bags. Shak- ing out frocks. Folding and un- folding. And packing again. “I'm going to draw a nice warm bath for you. Baby Lamb, and you're to take a little nap. Mr. Hart told me you'd go straight to New York, and you can get what- ever clothes you need there.” to you think he's sweet, Mother ?* “Sweet! Humph . . . He'd better be sweet.” i | Maizie scowled belligerently. “What's that he kept calling you. + + « ‘Orchid’? What does he mean —*Orchid' ' “Oh, he says I remind him of orchids, Mother. It's so darling of him. He says I'm exquisite, and | | chaste—and all the loveliest things you ever heard. Like an orchid, you see — sort of cool and remote. . . . Oh, of course it's ly, dear. . . . But isn't it ador- able?” . . . Ashtoreth smiled rap- turously. And Maizie, holding her daugh- ter's face between her plump pink palms, prayed in her heart that life —and Hollis—should always be kind to Ashtorcth. Because, thought Maisie, there aren't many such beautiful smiles In the world, and fate would be cruel, indeed, if the most beautiful smile of them all (she smiled a lovely, misty smile] Hollis looked so wonderful! . . » planned a little. (TO BE CONTINUED) slept, while Maisle, cried a little| You will want to start on thelr more. Then Hollis came, and|hLoneymoon, with Ashtoreth and spirited her baby away. Hollis. They sail at poon on the Maisie did not want to aee the ' Isle do France. S T o T YORKER HAS RARE APPOINTMENT was that she thought her heart would break. 8o Ashtoreth and Hollis were married in Mr. Higginbottom's of au'..:lth only two stenographers' o (she touched her Days in Jail and Forcod to Scrub Fioors, Boston). . . . 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