Love at Midnight

You are about to hear a romantic drama, Love That Midnight, from Love Story Magazine, featuring the Love Story Girl in the role of Doris Harcourt. The scene is the small tastefully furnished apartment of Doris Harcourt, the most painted, most photographed artist model in New York.

At the moment, the apartment is pitch dark because Doris, like all young ladies who make their living by looking beautiful in the daytime, has long since gone to bed and to sleep. It's midnight. But what's this? Against the faint light of the open window, a head appears, a pair of shoulders, a man is climbing slowly, stealthily into the room. Doris stirs softly in her sleep,

and then her eyes open. Oh, I wonder what time it is. Oh, what's the difference? There's someone in the room. Oh, there's still a how could there be? I could swear I heard something move.

Where's that light switch? Oh! Sorry if I start with it. What are you doing in here? Wait a minute. Who are you? How did you get in? My name's Jim Trent, if that means anything and I climbed up the fire escape.

Please don't be alarmed, I'm not a regular burglar. Aren't you Doris Harcourt artist model? Yes. You pose for the artist, Miles Gaffey and you're engaged to Norman Van Daff. Yes, that's right, but what on any?

You'll find out soon enough. Soon enough. Get out of here this minute if you don't off-screen. Go ahead. I'll enjoy watching you try to explain my presence to the neighbor. Well tell them the truth. I woke up and found you while you came up the virus.

Yes, and how many of them will believe that? Oh please, I don't know why you're here or what this is all about, but I wish it'd go. Now don't you dare cry. I can't stand crying. I'll be gone in another five minutes. I promise you.