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MUTT AND JEFF

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8

THE DAILY SHORT STORY

BITTER MEMORY

for one

It was good to get home. Evan been completely happy save stopped on the summit of the hill thought. He had gone out into the and looked down into the valley where world and returned a failure; Had the town lay. Everything was fami- quit and come running home. All of liar. The white church spire, and the solicitude and warmth and kind- the cupola atop the town hall and ness of those friends he had known the heavy, growth of green that fol- since childhood would never serve to lowed the course of the river. Some crush out that bitter memory. thing swelled up inside of him. He swallowed hard, and started briskly down the hill.

The play was produced six weeks after Evan's return. Barney Hunt predicted it would be the greatest of the club's performances. A half hour

It had taken him one day short of a month to hitch-hike the 3000 miles before the curtain was due to rise, from California. California and the town hall was packed. Looking Hollywood. Bitterness scored his soul through a hole in the curtain, Evan

it: whenever he thought about He felt the old thrill, the almost forgot- had been filled with hope and con- ten surge of excitement. He was an fidence when he had set out for the actor. It was in his blood. It was time, coast, more than a year ago. He had what he wanted to do. Some been sure of success. He had turned somehow he was going beyond this. a deaf ear to those who advised him Nothing was going to stop him. He against the venture.

was going to try again and yet again.

They were right. That's what hurt- Barney Hunt's prophecy was fulfill- the most. He had believed himself to ed. The play was a success. A great be a great actor. He believed he success. Greater than any that had would be able to succeed where others gone before. Standing on the stage had failed. He was young. He had and bowing to the thunderous ap-

· behind him success in small-town plause that was the tribute of a record dramatics. He had a book full of audience to his genius, Evan almost newspaper clippings.

forgot the thing that still rankled in his soul; Almost he was completely swept away, borne to the crest of a wave that was close to complete sat____ isfaction.

·

And what had they amounted to? Nothing. The great Aaron Ostrand, the one man on whom he had pinned his hopes, had failed to even see him. Ostrand was known as the berrefactor Fighting his way toward his dress- of new talent, as a pioneer in exploit- ing room through the crowd of back-

By Karl Grayson

ing undiscovered genius. Bah! Pub- stage spectators, Evan became aware licity. A good story that appealed of a strange face among the group. He to the sympathies of thousands of suddenly knew that Barney Hunt waa movie goers. A means to an end, yelling at him. There was a curious employed at the expense of hopeful exultation in Barney's voice. young, innocents like Evan.

were queer, expectant looks in As he approached the village, Evan faces of those who were gathered wondered what his reception would about..

There

the

be. Everything was the same. As Barney Hunt grasped his arm. They he trudged along tree-shaded Main were standing before the stranger. street it seemed that he had been The stranger said: "I'm from the: away for years, yet things, hadn't Ostrand productions in Hollywood. changed... Familiar, Restful. Solid. Touring the country in search of new Something to cling to. No hectic talent. You know, it's Mr. Ostrand's merry-go-round of life. A scene that policy of keeping scouts on the road the hand of time caressed rather than all the time. We've a place for you withered.

in a new picture that's due to start production In a week.”

"I told him to run along and peddle

A

A familiar figure appeared, around a corner. A familiar voice hailed him. It was Barney Hunt, director his papers," Barney Hunt grinned. “I of the amateur dramatic group. of told him you came back here becausé which Evan had been a part.

you wanted to, because you knew this "Evan! By gosh, I'm glad you're was where you belonged, because you're back. You're looking swell. Say, needed here." we're putting on a new play. We Evan wet his lips. In a sudden rush haven't a lead. We haven't had a he knew what they all had been think good show since you left. How about ing. He knew the thing had been in stepping in and putting the thing their minds, that they had kept silent across?

because they wanted him here, with ́ ́ ́A ́ warmth permeated Evan, Bar- them, where they believed he belong- ney's handclasp was firm and sincere. ed. They were offering him local They needed him. They wanted him. fame and prestige and recognition. Here he was appreciated. Here was There was no competition here. The a welcome. There would, of coured, way would be easy and pleasant. be some who would look askance and -- Evan looked at the talent scout and whisper among themselves, but for at Barney and into the faces of his the most part they'd be like Barney, friends - friends whose, expressions He knew it now.

were triumphant and sure of his ans wor

He said: "Thanks." I've wanted to take a crack at the movies. I'll go back to Hollywood with you.”

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His step was brisk as he covered "the-short distance to his own home. His folks were there. Their welcome was not dimmed by triumph over the success of their own predictions. He was home. They were glad. It was where he belonged, and wanted to be, - Rehearsals for the new play got un-- derway the next week. Evan was Flyen the lead, and he threw himself of the late Mr. Wong Of-hung Into the work with an abandor, and opens to-day at the Chinese Cham enthusiasm that was good for his ber of Commerce and will be open souls. It was as if he had never gone to the public on Friday · and | dwny, as if he had always been a part-

of this simple: Ife,

The exhibition of the paintings

would have Saturday.