Janet Hardy in Hollywood Part 13

On Wednesday night, after a long and tiring rehearsal, Janet and Helen walked home through the soft moonlight of the late May evening.

"I haven't heard from Dad today. He was going to wire what train he would arrive on. It looks like he won't be in until the morning of the play."

"That will be plenty of time. He can stay on longer after the play's over," said Janet.

"It won't be plenty of time if he has to do any more retakes on his last picture. His letters have sounded awfully tired."

"Let's walk on down to Whet's for an ice cream soda. The walk will do both of us good and the soda will be refreshing," said Janet.

Helen agreed and they walked leisurely, breathing deeply of the flower-scented air; for it was a perfect evening. From far away came the rumble of heavy trucks on a through street, but on their own there was an air of peace and contentment.

"Dad will like this when he finally gets here. He always seems to throw off his cares when he's back home."

"Which is why he antic.i.p.ates coming home so much," added Janet.

"But it can't go on this way forever. He needs mother and I'll be going away to school next fall."

"I wouldn't worry about that until after graduation. There'll be plenty of time to discuss those matters then." Janet felt somewhat like a very fatherly old man giving advice to a very young girl and she smiled to herself.

At the neighborhood drug store they dawdled over their sodas, thoroughly relaxing after the strenuous hours of rehearsal. On the way home they again walked leisurely, discussing little things about the play that appealed to them.

Helen's mother, waiting on the porch, called to them the moment they came in sight.

"Hurry up, Helen. I've a telegram from your father."

Helen ran across the lawn with Janet close behind.

"He's coming, isn't he, mother?" And to Janet there was something pitiful in Helen's extreme anxiety for she was so desperately intent upon having her father see her in the leading role in the cla.s.s play.

"He's coming tonight, dear. He wired saying that he would be on the transcontinental plane which stops at Rubio at midnight. Janet's father and mother are going to drive us over. You girls had better clean up a bit. We're leaving right away."

"I'm so happy," said Helen. "I was afraid it was a message saying he wouldn't be able to come."

Janet hurried on home. Her father had the large sedan out in the driveway and her mother was bustling about the kitchen, making stacks of thin sandwiches.

"Why the sandwiches?" asked Janet.

"I've never known the time when Henry Thorne wasn't hungry. He's been that way ever since he was a little boy and his wife is too excited to think about that. We'll have them all over for lunch after we get home."

"But it will be late. Way after one o'clock and Helen ought to be in bed.

She has been keeping terrific hours with the rehearsals."

"It won't do her a bit of harm this time. Being with her father will do her more good than anything else. Wrap these sandwiches up and put them in the breadbox so they'll keep good and moist. Then slice some lemon for the ice tea and put the slices back in the ice box. We'll stop and get some ice cream on our way in to town."

They hurried around the kitchen until Janet's mother noticed the disarray of her daughter.

"For land's sake, Janet, you're a sight. Working with the scenery and lights again at school? Well, hurry upstairs and clean up. Then slip into that pale green print that makes your hair look golden. We'll be ready in five minutes."

Janet forgot her fatigue and raced upstairs, splashed water on her flushed cheeks, followed that with a few hasty dabs of a powder puff to take the shine off her skin, and then went to her own room where she put on fresh, sheer hose and the green print that was so becoming.

Her hair, with its natural curl, needed only a quick brushing to bring out the highlights.

Down in the driveway her father pushed the horn b.u.t.ton and her mother called.

"We're ready, Janet."

But so was Janet and she hastened downstairs and joined them. The sedan was one of those extra-broad stream-lined cars with room for three in the front seat.

"You and Helen can sit up front with me while your mother and Mrs. Thorne are in the back seat," said her father. "Coming back we'll put the Thornes in the back where they can visit to their heart's content."

The car rolled down the drive and her father turned and stopped the large, low machine in front of the Thorne home. Half a dozen lights were turned on downstairs and the house fairly glowed with light.

Helen and her mother came down the walk, Helen in a pink, fluffy creation that set off her dark coloring to its best effect.

"You're pretty enough to look like a would-be movie star trying to make an impression upon a famous director," whispered Janet.

"Maybe I am," smiled Helen as she slipped into the front seat.

"Everybody ready?" inquired Janet's father. "I don't want to get half way to Rubio and have one of you women remember that you've left something important at home."

"You do the driving and we'll worry about what's been left at home,"

replied Mrs. Hardy with a chuckle.

The big machine rolled away smoothly and when they turned onto the main state road to Rubio, John Hardy stepped on the accelerator and they fairly flew down the straight, white ribbon which unrolled before their blazing lights.

The speedometer climbed steadily, fifty, sixty and then seventy miles an hour, and the needle hung there except when they swung around one of the broad, well-banked curves. Then it dropped to fifty.

The rush of cool air was refreshing and Janet and Helen sank back in the broad, comfortable seat.

When the lights of Rubio glowed ahead Helen spoke.

"It hardly seems possible that Dad will be here in a few minutes. It's been months since I've seen him."

"Then you'll enjoy seeing him all the more. What fun you're going to have the next few days."

"I hope it will be several weeks for I think Dad needs a good rest. He's done three big pictures in the last year."

They rolled through Rubio to the airport, which was just beyond the city limits. The clock over the hangar pointed to 11:50 and Janet's father guided the sedan to a stop in the parking area behind the steel fence.

"I'll find out if the plane's on time," he said, and went over to the office.

Janet thought she could hear the faint, faraway beat of an airplane, but the noise of another car turning into the parking s.p.a.ce drowned it out.

"Come on folks. The plane will be here in a minute," called Mr. Hardy.

They hurried out of the car and followed John Hardy through the gate and onto the ramp. In the west were the red and green lights of an incoming plane.

Suddenly the field burst into a flood of blue-white brilliance as a great searchlight came on. Like a ghost, the huge, twin-motored plane glided down its invisible path and settled easily onto a runway, little clouds of dust coming up from the crushed rock as the machine touched the ground.