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SERVICE I SYNOPSIS Antoinette Taft, twenty-three, at tractive and ambitious but unable to hold a Job, lives In a drab San Fran cisco flat with her sister Brenda and brother Cliff, who are older, her sev enteen-year-old brother Bruce, and their Aunt Meg:. In her job hunting rounds she interviews Lawrence Bel lamy, editor of the Journal of Com merce, but finds he has no place for a woman writer. Tony goes home and busies herself with housework. Brenda and Aunt Meg arrive. CHAPTER II —2— «‘T DECLARE, Tony, you have a wonderful nature!” she said. “Hasn’t she?” Brenda asked. “You flatter and charm me, la dles,” said Tony, and drifted Into the sitting room. A long, lean, tousle-headed boy was stretched upon the sitting-room couch now; bis heavy lesson book slid to the ground as he turned to face Tony. ■‘Boo, she said, I diant hear you come in. How was the meet?” “Five and five; we tied ’em in the last three seconds,” the boy said, with a stretch and a yawn. “Dinner nearly ready?" Presently they were at dinner. Tony, smiling at them all, said sud denly: “Isn’t anyone going to ask me about the job on the Journal?” “I knew the minute I saw you that there was nothing doin’,” Bren da said. “Nope," Tony said heroically, “nothing doing!’ “Ah, my dear, I’m so sorry!” “That means,” Tony said, star ing into spice, playing with her knife, “that rve been to every city editor and eaery Sunday editor in this city. I am not destined to en joy a newspaper career 1” “Aw, gee! Break you up?” asked Bruce's hoarse young voice, all sympathy. “Kind of." Tony blinked and laughed. “What’d he say, the Journal man, Tony?” “Ob, he was nice enough. But he wasn’t interested.” “Snuffy old miser!” Brenda said, helping herself to more strawber ries. “Oh, no, he's not, Bendy. He’s a stunning young thing, as tall as Cliff—not much more than thirty, I should think, and very much the gent!” “What did he say?" v “He wanted me to get adver tlsements, of course. I wonder," Tony said musingly, her elbow on the table, her square chin in one hand, “I wonder if it's horribly hard to get advertisements. Some one must do it; there are millions of them on all sides. Maybe I ought to try it It might get me in, anyway.” . “It doesn't seem to me the thing for a girl to do,” Miss Bruce said with a decision that sat oddly upon her smallness and frailness. “I’ll get something,” Tony said again; “but it seems so useless to get started in anything I really don’t want to do." As Tony and Brenda washed the dishes there was a stir at the hall door; a man's voice. “Hello, everyone. Cliff here?" “He’s really shy—Barney: he’s been standing there hating to make the break,” Tony thought, as she called back cordially, "Come In, Barney. No, he’s not He went to Sacramento.” Barney’s big bulk slid Into the chair that Aunt Meggy, fluttering ly departing, left empty. “I can’t stay,” Barney said half heartedly. Tony, Brenda and Barney sat on lazily. Idly, at the wide-opened window In the dim light. Bruce was snoring audibly on the couch. ' “We can have a light If there’s any purpose In It,” Tony observed. “No, 1 have to go,” Barney said, not stirring. “What took Cliff to SacT “They’d punched the switchboard wrong for the Wetnstock thing,” Tony stated Indifferently. “Who said so?” Barney’s words were like bullets. “Cliff did.” “What’d he say?" “Well, If you must know. Bar new, Cliff was shaving tbls morn ing, and Mr. Ridley telephoned. Cliff’s first speech^ was The hell’! Then he rushed 'out like a fire wagon, and the next thing I knew he bad telephoned that he was..off for Sacramento.” ‘Til bet you It was all right when he got there," Barney said, after thought “Was that bad. Barney?” Bren da asked anxiously. Darling old Bendy, Tony thought; she had hnd so much anxiety In her twenty eight years! .to. “Oh, kinder.” “Was It—was it Cliff’s fault?” “It was all our faults, I guess. We did the drawings.” “It seems,” Tony volunteered, "that they wanted this marble slab to stand up vertically, as It were, and It was cut to lie down side wise, and they said they’d have to take out a piece of wall in the basement” "Who said so?” Barney asked, In the explosive. Incredulous manner he had used before. "Well, that was It That was the trouble.” Except for repeating untler his breath Clifford's own expletive, Barnfey made no comment on this. There was silence again. "See Bel lamy on the Journal, Tony?” he asked. “Yes, I did. This morning. Noth ing came of it.” “Ha I” Barney ejaculated, and at his tone she felt her cheeks flush In the shadows. It was as if Bar ney felt himself personally charged with the business of getting Tony Taft, who had lost so many jobs in the past few years, still another. “What was it that your Aunt Sally had in mind?" "She wasn't at home when I tel ephoned, so I don’t know,” Tony said untruthfully. It was none of his business whether she was work ing or idle! “Miss Grace, In our office, is go ing to marry Jay Klinker,” Bar ney said after a moment “She’s not such a smart girl, but we all feel badly to have her go. For one thing, she's always on time.” The voice that he had been try ing to keep very casual over his pipe took on a slightly sententious note. “I think that’s darned im portant,” he went on. “Being on time, dependable. And then she’s a smartly dressed girl, neat. Men like women in offices to be neat— look nice. Then another thing, you never hear her. Quiet All the girls like her, but there's none of this giggling and whispering—” “I loathe you, you smug pig,” Tony said pleasantly in her heart, as he paused. “Who are you to rub it into me that I don’t get to the of fice on time and that my clothes are shabby? I loathe and despise you, smoking there and feeling so sure of yourself, and If you had forty thousand a week I wouldn’t marry you under chloroform!" Aloud she said nothing, and the rain began to spatter and whisper in the dark again. Barney said for the third time, "Gosh, I’ve got to go,” and this time did go, with a little doorway murmuring to Bren da, and a casual “'Night, Tony!” to the younger girl. After a while Brenda said: “Feel awfully had about that Jour nal Job, Tony?” “No,” Tony answered readily, but In a tone so low that the other girl knew she was holding It steady. "Not so much about that But— oh, I don’t know, the whole thing! Other persons get Into the work they like, and get paid for It, and make good. I seem to bare to do everything I hate—bookkeeping, jobs In stores, companion to crazy old ladies In love with their chauf feurs, teaching In private schools that go bust owing me a hundred and twenty dollars! It would seem that I can’t do what I want to do. and I hate to do what I—” She laughed, presently resuming on a less Impatient note, “I hate to do what I have to do,’’ she said mild ly. “I hate office work. Bendy. If It were the stage, or a newspa per, or doing anything In the mov ies, I’d work like a dog. But just to go downtown tomorrow and get a job taking letters from young pip squeaks who haven’t the remotest' idea what they’re talking about, and hang my coat In a locker, and go to a cafeteria for lunch—and go on with it, Brenda, for three years and live years and ten and twenty— It scares me!” “You’ll never drudge along In an office for twenty years or for live!” Brenda predicted, In a troubled voice. “You have!" Tony thought Aloud she said nothing. “You'll marry,” Brenda said. Tony could feel her cheeks flush resentfully. “Maybe Barney—” Brenda went on boldly. “I don’t think It'll be Barney,” Tony answered moderately. “I wish," she went'on, her tone warm inf, “I wish you could have heard the nice little sermon he was just preaching to me! Barney’s so out rageously — stuck — on himself!” Tony Interpolated, resentfully: “about being on time at the office, and dressing smartly—” “He didn’t!” “He did." There was a aliened. “It only means that he’s In lote with yon." “He’» In love with Barney Kerr —that’s who he’s In love with!” ‘‘No, honestly, Tony, Barney Isn’t so conceited I Bnt he likes yon so much that he worries about yon— honestly, that’s It." “Any man can ask any girl,” Tony observed, aften thought. “He’s never said anything.” “Not on a hundred and fifty a month, with a mother like his." “He’s really In love with the whole family, and I don’t blame him, when yon look at the family he’s got!” Tony said. "He’s lonely, and he likes our food, and he can talk about oil circuit-breakers and pole-top whatnots with Cliff, and that’s all there is to it” “Tony,” Brenda began, as Tony fell silent, “would you like him to ask you to marry him?” “Yes,” Tony answered without hesitation, “so that I could refuse him 1” Brenda laughed. “He's too smart to risk that,” she said. “In some ways he’s much wiser than Cliff. But anyone see inf the way he watches yon, Tony, and worries about your affairs and —well, even* in this giving advice this evening—anyone can see that he's thinking of you all the time. And I know this,” Brenda went on seriously, “I know enough of hu man nature to know that the min ute a man like that marries a woman, she—she becomes sacred. You’d be completely spoiled—every thing you did would be wonder ful—would be perfect to Barney! And If you ever had a child,” said Brenda, “well, I can Imagine the St Joseph airs that Barney would put on 1 Nobody could stand him!” Tony laughed, not displeased with the turn the conversation had taken. She knew that it was true. "You’ll Marry,” Brenda Said. Barney did take himself and his profession seriously, bnt he took his relationship to Tony seriously, too. "I could marry Barney,” she said thoughtfully, reluctantly. “But It would just be a mar riage, Brenda,” she burst out, af ter a pause. “It would Just be—oh, a little apartment somewhere, and being nice to Mrs. Kerr, and agree ing with her that there never was a son like Barney. “But why should you want me to get married. Bendy?” “I want you to be happy.” “I wouldn’t be. And once you’re married, you can’t get out.” “I daresay It’s quite different, though, once you’re In.” Tony was silent. "But, why not Barney?” The old er sister persisted lightly. "Cliff loves him; we all do. We’ve known him all our lives.” "In the first place, he isn’t in love with me,” Tony said. "In the sec ond, I'm not In the least in love with him, and I never could be. And at that,” she added honestly. "I think he wants me, has it in his mind, anyway, that we will marry some day, and I believe I could marry him and make him a darned good wife! But there’s no — no flame to that, Brenda,” Tony fin ished, in a low tone. “There’s no glory. If I were successful at something—as a head nurse, or a reporter, or a photographer, or a lecturer, it’d be different Fd marry with—with style, then. Fd feel that Fd been a success at one thing and would be at another. But if I married Barney now it’d be a har bor—and he’d know it! It’d be Just—just taking care of poor wild Tony, who tried for the stage and the newspapers and was fired and snubbed all round, and who finally realized that a woman’s truest role Is that of a wife and mother—” She stopped, her voice thickening. "It is the happiest life,” Brenda offered, In a slow voice with notes of pain in It "If you love a man, that Is,” she added. "Ah, but you see I don’t” Tony said. "I know the real thing when I meet it In that newspaper of fice today—down at the Journal rooms, I mean, I met a man—” She stopped. Presently she re sumed again, a little shamefacedly; "You’d think I’m an absolute fool if I say that something—something flashed between os—between this Mr. Bellamy apon whom I’d never set eyes In myjlfe before, and me —that waa than anything Barney's ever made me feel) He had only to look at me to make me feel Billy and cold and shtfddery, yon know that won derful feeling that you’re going all to pieces and don’t care!" UI don’t know,” said Brenda, laughing In sudden relief, "and I do think you’re silly, Idiotic, If you ; ask me. What do you know of this man?” “Nothing!” admitted Tony, laugh ing too. “Except that he’s some where around thirty, and mar ried—” “Married?” “Yes, of course—he would be.” “But that Isn’t love, Tony.” “Well, maybe It Isn’t But It’s something—something a girl ,wants to have before she gives In, Bren da.” “Antoinette Taft!” “I know. I know how It sounds. I admit that it’s supremely silly! I only used It as an illustration.— I What on earth—!’’ She said the last words on an odd note of fright. For the telephone was shrilly ring ing. She ran ont In the narrow hall. Brenda’s face was a study In va ried emotions as she listened to the conversation that was by turns puzzled, awed, excited, rapturous. “Ob, Bendy, Bendy,” gasped Tony, rushing back to fall at her sister’s knees and clutch at her dramatically. “It’s the Call! Some Mr. Greenwood of the Call! Bendy, he wanted to see me tonight—I’m to see him at two tomorrow! He wanted me to come down right now. Twenty-five a week—twen ty-five a week, and I’m to try the society column! Oh, Bendy, you’ll help me, won’t you? I mean with the people who come into the store —I mean getting engagements and parties and everything! Oh, Bendy, he sounded so nice!” “What Is It?” Aunt Meggy here Interpolated dazedly, from her door way. Cliff, blown and pale and tired, was in the hall doorway. “What’s all the shouting about?” he said. Tony enlightened them ecstati cally. “Oh, Cliff, just as I was des pairing—I’d been to the Journal to day, and there didn’t seem a chance —Just as I was despairing, this Mr. Greenwood telephoned from the Call, and he wants me to gather , up all the news I can and begin tomorrow—and twenty-five a week, | Cliff!” “That’s something like,” Clift ! said, with his slow smile. “And, Cliff, you know I can do It,” chattered Tony. “You know I can. Bendy! Aunt Sally’ll help me, and Mrs. Terry!” “Want to go down now and clinch it?” Clifford asked. “Oh, Cliff, could we? He really did want to see me, because tomor row’s the day he usually has off, and he said I’d have to ‘scout around and dig up a lot of mush for the Sunday page’!” “Get your hat on,” said Cliff. “I know a man named Burke whc works on the sports section. We'll go down.” “Yon angel!” Tony called back, flying into her room to change. Brenda smiled at her oldest broth er. “How’d It go In Sacramento, ’darling?” “Oh, I think I butcbed the switch board, all right. However, we think we can work out of It.” Cliff put on bis damp overcoat again, as Tony came out radiant and fresh In her dark blue coat and small bat, and they went away to gether. CHAPTER III MTT’S so much easier to go In A there with you along, Cliff," Tony said, when they had left the street car and made a wet run for the lighted doorway of the big newspaper building. “Sure," he said. *T hope Burke's there. He may not be, though.” The elevator flashed up past floors that were dark and deserted at eleven o'clock at night They stepped out at the fourteenth floor; everything was brightly ani mated and exciting here, and Tony looked about her with avid Interest at the glass-top doors that were opening and shutting continually upon seething inner apartments. A quiet girl at a telephone switch board looked up. “Mr. Greenwood?” The girl re peated the name cautiously Into • black rubber mouthpiece. “There’s a Hiss Taft to see you here." Sitting back, she said, “You can go right in. It’s room 18.’* Tony followed her brother daz edly. Here was room 18, with “City Room" lettered In black on, the door, and “Charles Greenwood” set modestly in a corner below It (TO BE CONTINUED) Hawaii Liked by Naw England Oddi/ enough, Hawaii, western extremity of the United States, has a sentimental Interest for New Eng land, the eastern extremity. They aro more than 5,000 miles apart, yet It was New England that intro duced the Hawaiians to the Ameri can standard of living and to the American school system. On Octo ber 23, 1819, the brig Thaddeus, having on board a group of mis sionaries and their associates, sailed from Boston for what was then known as the Sandwich Islands. The 17 pioneers Included preachers, printers and school teachers. After five months of stormy sailing the STAR DUST Movie • Radio ★★★By VIRGINIA VALE**^ SHED a few tears for Mickey Mouse; the poor little thing can’t take out life insurance. He was turned down by the famous Lloyd’s of London the other day—and Lloyd’s will take a chance on anything or anybody. Walt Disney, who cre ated Mickey, wanted to Insure him ior one million pounds (which comes so near being lire million dollars that It Isn’t worth while to compute the difference), but Lloyd’s came right back with the dec laration that Mick ey is immortal. —★— -A lot or tneatri Dianey. cal producers in New York are go ing to be awful glad when Joan Crawford and Franchot Tone take a train, plane or bus for Hollywood. The newly-wed Tones have been disrupting performances just by be ing present. Mobs accompany them to the door. More mobs escort them Into the theater. Everybody in the audience wants to take a look at them, or ask for autographs. On one occasion the show couldn’t go on till the movie stars rose and took a bow. Some day maybe a movie star will be killed by the crush of enthusiastic fans — then he’ll really know how much his public loves him. —*— Don’t miss "Metropolitan” when It comes to your^town. RKO has really brought opera to the screen In this pne, with Lawrence Tlbbett singing some of his favorite songs magnificently, after a four-year ab sence from the screen. It was shown at the Radio City Music Hall In New York, and celebrities turned out In droves for the first per formance. Of course, most of them have the habit of going to the Music Hall regularly anyway. \ —*— Something teeifcs to have hap pened to the Hollywood girls. Miri am Hopkins startled everybody by asking to co-star with Merle Obe ron, and then Irene Dunn cams along and said she’d like to work with Ann Harding in “The Old Maid." If you want to land a place on one of the amateur programs, you’ll be lucky If you’re not a sing er. Too many singers are appear ing; Fred Allen has sent out a call for comedians. And If you’re an Impersonator you’re practically sure of landing at the top when the votes roll in. —★— If you lived In Hollywood you’d have to make some changes In your address book right now. 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