Modern Screen (Dec 1934 - Nov 1935)

'It MODERN SCREEN Biography of a Bachelor Girl (Continued from page 37) everyone. Anyway, we'll skip it. The point is I'm the editor of a magazine called 'Every Week.' I want you to write your biography to run serially for us." Miss Forsyth was truly amazed. "Don't misunderstand me. The reason I'd like you to do this is simply because of the celebrity of your subjects and your — 'friendships' with them." Instead anger was followed by amusement insofar as Marion was concerned. "The money is pretty good," reminded Kurt, "an advance of two thousand." "Wait a minute," she considered. And then, "No, I'll let you know." NOBODY, it seems, wanted his portrait done, nor Nobody's wife either, so things became slightly worse than bad for Marion Forsyth. So bad, in fact, that the landlord decided he could no longer afford her as a non-paying tenant. And so, the moving men were taking furniture from her apartment while Kurt waited and Leander Nolan entered. Leander was part of Marion's past, a very definite part, alas, for his present peace of mind and his senatorial aspirations. He had known her a long time ago —too unwisely and too well. "Beg pardon," he essayed to Kurt, noting the state of the room, "are you a sheriff's deputy?" "No," returned the young man, "just an innocent bystander here to offer the lady a job." "Oh, I haven't seen little Marion in many years," reminisced Leander. "We were very close then." Richard, scenting material for the biography, became at once interested. "You must have been' in at the beginning of her career," he ventured. And then Marion appeared, beautifully gowned, drenched with orchids and looking not at all like a young woman being dispossessed. "Mr. Kurt," she said cheerily, and, turning to Leander, "who may this be?" Nolan, with no little embarrassment, explained his position in her past life and, Miss Forsyth, undaunted, exclaimed, "Why, of course, Bunny darling. I should have known you anywhere." Leander, it seemed, had business to discuss too, and so Kurt agreed to withdraw to the kitchen. Bunny, who had his unselfish moments, pulled out his wallet. He deplored the fact that Marion was to lose her apartment and offered financial aid, which, of course, she refused. "Bunny," she said, "let's not waste time talking about money. Let's talk about you. You look grand — like a senator or something." And it was then that Leander, feigning a modesty he far from felt, replied, "In a few months I may be a senator." And so, Leander took his departure and Kurt proceeded to wax strongly against men of his type being put in power. Meanwhile the moving men continued to lift the furniture, piece by piece, from the apartment, which jerked Richard suddenly back to the business at hand. "So," he said, "you've decided to do the biography, to sell out those precious memories? Well, here's your first check. We'll announce the first installment next month." It was then that Marion truly became scared. The time was at hand to do a little first-class revealing and, even though she had only to put down the facts, they made a primrose path in themselves. And the men who had tread that path with her were important, had plenty to lose by a Past suddenly rearing its hectic head. But Richard departed, self-satisfied and triumphant, as Marion took a sheet of paper and a pencil and wrote, "I am born," on the first line and, "I meet Richard Kurt" on the last. Then she said to herself, "Now, all I have to do is fill in. "Oh, Bunny," kidded Marion, "then maybe I can paint you, toga, ferrule, tribune of the people." It was all very funny to her, and funnier still because the man opposite took it all so very seriously. Life was a problem to him and he worried more about the possibility of solving it than anything else. And now, there was patently something else on his mind. And presently, with a little coaxing, he sprung it. "I'm engaged," he said rather pompously, "to Slade Kinnicott, daughter of Orrin Kinnicott, the big publisher. "Ah-ha," said Marion, "not the man with the chest-expansion, not the gentleman who publishes 'The Body Beautiful,' not the man with the biceps ?" Of course Mr. Nolan was annoyed, very much annoyed. He felt he was being poked fun at and anything he couldn't stand was lightness where heaviness would do as well. He became curt and hesitantly remarked that Marion had been on his conscience all these years, that he should have done right by her in a matrimonial way, perhaps, but now of course it was too late for all that. He would, however, like to commission her to paint the portrait. It was one method of keeping the wolf from the door and, as Marion, impulsive, kissed the dignified man, Richard Kurt appeared. "Looks like that big one-time romance is starting to sizzle again," he proffered, which of course, made no hit with him who got kissed. A certain enmity between the men at once came into being and that enmity was to endure. There was nothing of the hypocrite about Orrin Kinnicott. No, indeed. Mr. Kinnicott practiced what he preached and preached what he published. So, if he advised a waiting world to dine on nuts and raisins and exercise on an electric horse, he was the first to do the same. Mr. Kinnicott did everything thoroughly and his present job was to make his future son-in-law a senator. He was lunching on oats and contemplating Leander's glory when Mr. Nolan, very much harassed, appeared with a copy of the magazine announcing Marion's biography. "Darn good stunt," enthused the innocent Orrin. And then suddenly the light broke. "Are you in this?" he demanded. And poor Leander was afraid he was. "Well," continued the irate physical culturist, "there's nothing to do but see the woman and talk her out of this. You better go to it." And Leander departed. 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