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something as golden as her hair, a shimmering thing that don't be a wet blanket," she pleaded. "Come on over and that he hasn't scales, and that he's really quite nice."
cooker from Cicero. When Babe Ruth gets a home run it's he who gets the publicity. No one writes a story about the baseball. It's the same way with Montgomery and his wives. You'll be fattening his marital batting average and it's he who will get the publicity ; not you. I tell you, Iola, you're committing professional suicide. When Montgomery gets through with you you'll have about the same box office appeal as a talking news reel depicting a spelling bee at a school for tongue-tied Welshmen."
Iola Lane closed her compact with a decisive snap and climbed off the desk.
"Listen here, Horses," she said, using her own peculiar version of Horace, "when I was quite young my father ran off with the girl third from the end of a traveling musical comedy's Orange Blossom Ensemble. Since then I've struggled along without a father's guidance.
Beginning the gay romance of a very beautiful blonde screen queen, whose heart is torn between a millionaire playboy and — her own press agent!
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I don't need it now. If you insist upon giving fatherly advice, go adopt yourself an orphan ; don't practise on me. I'm free, white, twenty-one and I know my own mind, such as it is and what there is of it. I may be dumb, as you so subtly intimate, but as yet I don't need the services of a mental step-father. As a business manager and press agent you're the best ever but as a self-appointed watch dog for my heart you're a flop. I'm going to marry Kergan Montgomery. So there!"
"Sold," said Horace wearily. "Go ahead and see if I care. I was trying to help you but I won't rub any skin off my nose in the process. Don't think there's anything personal in my attitude. If it weren't for business reasons I wouldn't give a darn if you married a troop of Marines or a tattooed man from the circus. Go ahead and be another stepping stone in Montgomery's marital marathon if you insist. Only you'll be ruining yourself as a star. I wouldn't be surprised if they cancel your contract. Marrying Kergan Montgomery's like getting killed in Chicago ; people consider that something's wrong with you or it wouldn't happen." A pained look appeared in Iola's eyes and she bit her lips in vexation.
"That's just like you," she declared. "You're just like a prize fighter's manager. Figuratively speaking, you don't care if I get a clout on the nose so long's it doesn't cripple my money-making possibilities. Isn't that about it?"
She was poised for departure, looking back over her shoulder at him. Horace wanted to leap over the desk, capture her and admit that he was a darned liar ; that money had nothing whatsoever to do with his objection to the proposed marriage and that a healthy masculine jealousy displaced reason in his arguments against it. But he did nothing of the kind. Pride, which had kept him from disclosing his affection for the girl, withheld confession of a second emotion which could not have existed save as an offspring of the first.
"Sure," he declared, striving {Continued on page 106)
the publicity man to his star. But he was in love with her, too!