Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 32, Number 308, Decatur, Adams County, 29 December 1934 — Page 5

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CHAPTER XXXIX i The next few days were spent bl Lri'n* and seeing New York. Har"w with Spika Winch always at w fa elbow, piloted Pete and Kay to lath theaters as were open already, I*, n irht elubs, eases, and the bet|Jr “speaks” as she found they were m Ljed To Kay it seemed all this c ' Ins happening in a movie and to w enebody else. These were the tr she had read of and the peo- b. lie she c aw and was tmd she would vi Mt when the time eame were ... st unv of them, the people she had tl koujht of as almost legendary figires. [g Central Park Harrow pointed ■t* slight, red-haired girl whose “ mearance was vaguely familiar, fewas a rising film star. “Intown I hot i visit, I guess.” Kav remarked incredulously: I'But I thought she was dark and a ilinky,with black hair?” I Harrow smiled. “A couple of e Imr from now people may be say- t iw Kay Owen’? Why, I thought r Z was dark and slinky, with black f lllir" * I “Wouldn’t it be wonderful ?” Kay ' laghea. I “I think it would be rather nice,’ , I Eirrow said. ... : I Pete was kept busy during the , Iky and at night was usually tired. , | n Kay did not see as much of him ; |u she expected. She wondered j Itlyly if that had been Harrow's in- ( | tention. Harrow was a clever and a |rab& man, and undeniably, no mat- ] | w the circumstances, a charming , I Boris Warren called several times | “to talk over the play” with Harrow, |Mt usually managed to get Kay I itae and go for long, awkwardly | silent walks with her. She had a | feeling that underneath his blond lateness there was a seething u I I I de restlnessness. I For all Pete had said, Warren I »de no advance to her. Unless one | thing that he said could be eonsidI«d an advance. But it was a very I Etnple, a very natural thing to say, I she thought, and it was said in all I ipparent/incerity: I “I should have met you many I pars ago.” I Kay's reply was, “But I’d have I hen a child. I’d have been a fresh; I Bn in high school or something. I Warren nodded solemnly and set I ii’teeth on his clay pipe. I “I should have met you many I pars ago," he repeated. I Kay's “rest” continued for sevI tn! days. Boris didn't want her to I w the play until he had worked on ■ ita while and Ben Leschin was st si I alittie too busy with other duties to I tegin his program of training her. I narrow seemed well pleased. I One night Harrow —accompanied I • always by Spike—took her to I foe and then for a drive, “just I suiting about” as he called it, a I King he loved to do, long as he had I lived in the city. For Kay, of course, I mything she did in New York was a I beat. She was only beginning to I H a reality in the skyscrapers, I tie handsome hotels, the welter of ■ Mie, the smart shops and cases, I and the smart people. ■ Finally, they stopped in the ■ fifties and went into a swanky mod- ■ Bristle speakeasy. Sitting, talking, ■ Jth Spike on the opposite side of ■ the table scowling out into space, a they let time slip by pleasantly and ■ Sd no attention to the exits and ■ «t»nces of other people, if Kay ■ “ aot happened to turn to her I prse on the table, intending to get ■ w compact for a furtive peek at ■ wtip of he r nose, she would have ■ ittisstd what she saw: Spike's body ■ «usdenly seemed to stiffen; his eyes ■ Few hard and small. ■ Kay looked across the room an.. ■ b’s new party of several men end I VT 11 * n sn >art evening wear. < >ne ■ ™hu men—short, sleek and dark ■ n °l* v e> his eyes small and ■ ,?;• was looking directly at them. ■ ®>uug faintly. ■ .i, Turn * n K again to her own table 15s? w that K * rl Harrow, also 3 " Ell! ng, and very faintly, was rising 11!?* 1 ' - Spikc Bl *u s#t as tnul 85 a I at . b tension. Harrow ■ ®asily across the room ar... ■ tot n to dark ™ an - They bcga!i I ? u ’. £e casually, it seemed. ■ bn? tr 5 bps nob seem to move. ■ . y heard his voice, hushed ■ .significant: ■ «, J a load of that oily mugg ” ■ tettlv sha said - smiling innn- ■ tbit ° u £h knowing very web I to^. t “ ere Was * he electricity of ■ "y;"i e ’,F‘ aybe danger, in the air. B «n., “. Gas Par,” Spike explained. ■ Kiri? ihe euy that ’ s been after I QrfiJ’ eoncea led her Surprise. Sim ■ »itkc ? n ber quiet conversation I itr» ab ea ”ily as if discuss- ■ '’«isg nunor problem i Q fl° wer s a I Utt’” 5 th* ° ae o£ bbe ‘baddies,

Orvlu Goldner. Tburnian F uhn<uJ visiting m * pe, ‘t several HavJ visiting Mr. and Mra. Charles Fuhr man and daughters. I Mr. and Mr*. Walter 8h <ty uni r ter Ali)ert Khady and daugli-! Mr. and Mm. Will M B y era s „ cnt ' lid' VWU “ g E<l ' Mr. Mrs. Roy Goldner ami family (>l | Unsing. Michigan. Mr and Mrs. John Kirchner and St“ rS I?"’ I*' 1 *' ! “' d Mm ' Shaekley y WtP(J Mr gnd tin Kirchner and daughter Christ. DMM. Mr and Mrs. Milton Hoffman and family end Mrs. Scherlock spent Christma.l at Msgley an t> e guests of Mr. and Mrs. Gu s Liemem atuu and daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Orville Heller and family had as their guests Christmas, Jacob HelUr of Portland, Mr. an'l Mrs. Gus Yake and Mrs. Simeon Howers. Mm. K.te Liunemeier and son Rudolph had as their guetts

Spike nodded curtly. “Yes, their r big shot.” t “Those were his men in Florida then? , "They were.” “Oh ... I »ee." s Kay began to marvel at the cool- a ness of Earl Harrow who stood j chatting with Caspar as if the man e were a pleasant bridge acquain- s tance. She had seen this sang froid before in many dangerous situa- s tions, but here in these suave, smart I surroundings it impressed her more I than ever. 1 “What’s going to happen?” she 1 asked. f “Nick’s going to get a slug | through his belt buckle if he or any s of his gorillas makes any quick 1 moves. Your play is to ease into i the ladies’ room, sister." j “Now?" i “Right now. Only make it smooth i and girlish." Kay rose, laughing softly, and I excused herself. Walking across : the room she almost expected to i hear the sudden crack of a pistol, feel the hot lash of a bullet. How Harrow could maintain his poise was more than she could understand. She remained as long as she could bear to wait; then returned to the room and found Harrow and Spike sitting together, chatting, as if nothing had happened. Nick Caspar and his party were minding their own business at a distant table. “I’ve phoned for a couple of the boys,” Harrow said. “They’ll be here in a minute. The signal will be when a little blonde comes barg- ' ing into the place giggling. Then ’ we leave. The car'll be waiting right outside with plenty of reinforcements.” : It was not long before the blonde, 1 in a dishevelled black evening dress, came into the place tittering to herself and skipped up to the bar. Ilar1 row pantomimed a yawn and rose. ! Kay rose. Spike rose last, slowly, ’ his eyes toward a mirror, a grin on his battered face. r They went out as if nothing mattered and were soon in another car, a big sedan, riding along swiftly, three men in the front seat. “1’1! never forgive myself for ■ drazeing you into this, Kay HaiJ row “Don t worry about me, nay ' said. “It’s you.” “No it isn't. I can fight mil bat- ' ties, but you can’t tell what those rats are going to do—«sP ec ' B * ’ after what went on down in Da}- ! to “ Why don't you have jo«v pa l, 1 Rvan, along?” Spike asked with ob- ’ vious sarcasm. • • Harrow didn t answer, but it wa.obvious to Kay that Spike still had 1 no faith or love for Pete. ’ Thev reached the house on Long 1 Island without event. Ins ' dc ’ } ' a d ‘ row drew Kay to a divan, seated ‘ her and sat beside her. • “Kay,” he began, “you m ” s “ r . c ‘ 1 al ire how I feel about all this. > Mine’s a funny life. It’sbeencven - ’ ful dangerous, and sometimes a lit f tie sordid, I’m afraid, lou re, J’ d are so many m !’ 11 « t ! c ;!” Ka v ’said, y -I haven't any regret, Kay ss J “It’s been grange, and a lrtof oi] , d 'J time mysterious, and g ; ■t call it melodramatic-but I like h s fairly safe. And im rejoined, drawing still gold* n « Studying her eap?t f 8« '• brown und ® r .J h . ha ?i've’become ° “Kav, maybe it« that ’’ to ?. I fon t d h £ y ?uch a thing as being j lieved it* 1 tnoug because d very ™ uch town had to you were the oe. « ug j. bad , offer. I was and I was inT a little ‘ heß^. tr ? vour possibihtie?d terested a little >" P an d didn t , It.was all very pleas®” Then seem to add u^ van and your fam1 there was Pete Kyan bettcr t 0 ’’ ilv and it did seem things ,f let well enough alone, n „ J; just liappa "®,’ dl king at the floor. , r Kay nodded, look g gon “And finally I took a _ n ,e you and nearly «otyo we n , ni y n bargain, and e g?lin that s- since coming . p tk , n a s it really r - p^» ndof 80115 WM '

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I Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Lon- ' nm Mr3 ' <ieor «e Bnlt meior of vi 1 Ug^ te . rs wera supper guests L ' Mri ' Frod El( tltoff and ! tamily Chriatnuui Mr. ami Mrs. Douglas Elaey hud their gueuis Clonus. Mr llll(1 . ■ ehnu Elzey of Decatur, Mrs. ora White an I son Robert mid 1 Ballas Elzev. i «’*• nn t | Mrs. Albert Shady and i daughter had as t . n KUes u Christ.mas. Mr. and Mrs. Richard Bogner j 'nd son of Decatur. Mr. and Mrs. Pryor Gilbert and family o f M nroe, Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Zimmerman land daughter Onalee. Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Zimmerman J aw I daughter were Christmas supper guests of Mr. and Mrs. Clinton • i Zimmerman and family. 1 Mrs. Niles White and children of Decatur visited Mr. and Mis. Doug- | las Eiaey Christmas. Mr. and Mis. Clarence Smith bid ' as their guests Christmas Mr. and Mrs. W. S. Smith of Monroe. Mr. and Mrs. Dortha Shady and ’ i ns visited Mr. and Mrs. Dougks

ren. Can you believe that? Os Boris W arren." Kay nodded again. The*-e eo emed to be nothing for her to say. “A>:d tonight when 1 saw that skunk, Caspar, and realized what a dangerous position I was putting you into, it struck me harder than e Y® r ; Ea V' I’m afraid that after all, I really am in love with you.” U hen Kay heard Earl Harrow actually say in so many words that he was in love with her, it was the biggest surprise of the many she had experienced in so short a time. That he had been interested in her, fond of her, that he might have had purely casual designs upon her, yes; she could have believed any of that. But to know that he was in love with her was quite another matter. And to learn it at a time such as this! She was a long time finding an answer. At last she said: “I may seem funny, Earl, and maybe—unappreciative. I'm not, you know. I'm not. It’s just that it’s all so bewildering. I—” “You don’t have to tell me,” he interjected. “It's bewildering to me.” And Kay had the experience of seeing Earl Harrow, called the “Don Juan of Broadway producers,” grinning at her shyly, as shyly as ever Pete Ryan had at such a time. That grin was a strange thing. It was disarming; it battered down the resistance, the suspicion that had been in her mind from time to time; and it bewildered her emotions more i than ever. Harrow leaned over and kissed her—not as he had kissed her the last time, but softly, almost apologetically, on the forehead. Kay rose suddenly, turned away, tried to get her breath. “Kay," Harrow said slowly. “1 don't know what’s going to happen to us, but I’m going to ask you one thing. No matter what I say or do, no matter what Pete or Boris say or do either, promise me this: that you’ll be true to yourself. That’s the main thing: be true to yourself. Do you understand?” “I think I do.” “Good girl.” He pressed her hand. “Goodnight,” he said. “Goodnight.” Kay went to bed wide awake, her thoughts racing about excitedly, and it was well into the early morning before she fell asleep. Next day matters became even more complicated. Pete was not needed in town. When he managed to draw Kay out for a stroll about the grounds, he had a worried, intense look that meant only one thing to her. Nor was she wrong. “Kay,” he began clumsily, “I can t help it, but I get sort of burned up now and then.” “Burned up?” sne said innocently “Downtown you mean?" “No—oh, vou'll think I’m nitwitted, I reckon, but it’s just that I’m so cockeyed in love with you. Can't you see, Kay ?” “But what’s the matter, Pete? “Everything. In the first place, 1 ' shouldn't have come up here. “Why not?” , “Plenty of reasons, he mumbled. “You and Mr. Harrow are getting I along, aren’t you ? You’re not being i sillv about that ? . ' “Oh, sure we’re getting along. 1 ' had him wrong and I’m willing to admit it. And he’d probably say the ’ same thing about me. I can t kick. : Tn times like these I m getting hirtv-five dollars a week and right ’ row my board and room in a joint ; mJ this and f should kick? No, it 1 -nPthat Kav It’s just that you re : B nt for to sort of thing and I’m 1 ” “I don’t know .. she said slowIy '“But I do. Fellows all go for you. ’ d xiiritv Praise. Admiration. Lots ! I of ’“P^ r there’s no use our talking ,. 1 We’re the best of friends, thls Two’ We’"’ fond of each i a lh?r aren’t w? We X e be . en other, aien ther and you ’ve through a lot g j on , t not let s o itself out. Thc bigeverytlung right now isn t ■ gest thing in toy 1 * 1 ®?” y ou know • m yself and i ■ » t J j{ arrow either. ' vhatlt i ‘X th ng. « career. I may lt SJ nd fad but I’m going to try. - fry and fau, o t _ go wh y ’ The rest comes atte ]f ’ don’t you look f yhy don j t yo „ . Sdc to you ? i V knowit ’^yluX’?ld^„ h « d ’ j you see, dOll ‘/"he said, trying to t “• not making a f smile jaunu y, . very goodhr Continu ed)

Elzey Tuesday evening. Mr. and Mrw. Irvin Foley •anul daughter Helena of Ohio City. Ohio culled on Mr. and Mrs. William Freitag Wednesday. o PETERSON NEWS Mr. and Mm. Burt Anngst of Fort Wayne spent Christmas with Mr. and Miw. Grant Ball. Mr. and Mrs. Clark Abbott, and Mr. and Mis. Melvan Abbott visited with Mr. an'i Mra. Nelson Abbott. Mr. and Mrs. Roll Houck spent Tuesday with Mr. and Mrs. Ge :rge Bright. Frank Spade and daughter Ve! ea called on Mr. and Mrs. Otto Dilling Tuesday. Mr and Mrs. Henry Brlener spent Christmas with Mr. ai d Mrs. Martin Fnichte near Magley. Mr. and Mrs. Glen Straub and Mr. and Mrs. Al Straub were supper guests of Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Straub. Miss Mttrylen Bryan called on Miss Virginia Straub Wednesday. Miss Marjorie Dilling of Preble is spending a few days with her grandparents. Mr. ind Mrs. F. W. Spade and daug ter Velnui.

Get the Habit — Trade at Homa CHAPTER XL Kay took his arm suddenly. “Oh —Pete." she said. “I must be awful!" “No, you re not. No, you’re not. Please, darling. Don’t get started feeling sorry for me. I do that, too well myself. Just do whatever seems right to you be honest with yourself.” Kay gave a little start. The same thing Harrow had told her in other words: “Be true to yourse'f.” “What’s the matter?” Pe“e asked. “Nothing,” Kay said, but she could see he was puzzled. There was no dealing with Pete; nor would there be any with Harrow, if things kept on. Life just continued to get more complicated and someone always had to suffer. Somehow, sometime, this whole business would come to a climax, and then what? Well, she was prepared to suffer in her turn. But so far she was safe. Cold and selfish as it seemed, the career was the thing. And an if the interview with Pete weren't enough, Boris Warren returned that afternoon and wanted to talk to her again in his shy. futile way. Boris said: “When this play is over—and that may be very soon, you know —there is something I want to ask you.” Kay tried to pass it off lightly. “Oh, don’t be cynical about the play, Boris. You know it’s going to be good, and it’ll run for at least a year if the leading woman isn’t a failure.” , “Remember,” Boris repeated, as if he had not heard her, “there will be something I want to ask you. That evening they all stayed home and played bridge. B ° ris Warren was staying the night, but took no part in the game. He lay down, his full six feet four, by the fireplace, smoking his clay pipe and reading some huge old book, bound in stained calf, that he had selected from Harrow’s library, except when she happened to look in that direction, Kay would not have known he was in the room. When they finally stopped the came and sat back to sip a little beer and eat hard-toasted crackers spread with cheese, Spike sat down with Kav, apart from the rest. “I’d better start putting you straight on some of the plans, he ■mid. “Now, the mam thing is you aren’t supposed to be anybody yet. Fact is, I've talked Earl into not dragging you around town so much until we’re ready to shoot. Some one of these columnists or somebody is liable to shoot the works. Tou can’t trust them all, you know; gossip is what they’re alter and you can’t blame them.” , "I like that,” Kay observed with mock anger^ “putting a stop to my e °Spikc m grinned, a little sourly. Kay thought, and continued: “You may realize it, baby but your good times are over for a long time. I s hard work from now on, a. few chances a big front, lots of bally hoo and push, and Y ou ’ v e nlentv of poise and self-reliance until y this frame-up, is popped on 0 ” 1 Kay said. “And that’’ what I’m here so work. Spike grinned at her more warmly. ‘‘Y° u sla ? mc ’ Kay: h ° n i you do. But I’m for you and ju irtvo-nt it Now, one of the W things we’re going to haveto do is spX a little romance-when th ?.Sn C e o e7« to starttor But not till the time comes. Get ‘ t? “But, won’t that be a don’t know-a little too much? she ‘'■'Sht could imagine how Pete ■would like that. or am I right. Spike smiled at her slyly. “And it isn’t going to be any hardship for you,” he accused. *» ♦ * Tt was on the next day that Kay Belan wo?k with Ben Leschin, the nf Marrow’s cars with a Har driver and a Harrow “watchin the front seat and reported to Hsrrow's Manhattan theater. It was the first time she ever had enre«d * real theater by the stage dX and the experience was among I he thrills she knew she never wou d K was « if u» that simple

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act of walking beneath fire escapes, down a dusty passageway and through an ordinary little door into a dingy hall she had bridged the great chasm between the theater of make-believe and the theater of reality. Once inside, with Harrow's man leading the way, she began to feel timid and dwarfed. They came out upon a bare stage amid the mechanical furnishings of the theater—switchboards, scenery, properties, that she only half saw as she hurried along—and there they found Leschin. Yet hours later, Kay reflected that the backstage at the famous Manhattan theater in New York was essentially much the same as backstage in the local movie and vaudeville house in Daytona Beach during preparations for such Community Players’ shows as were given there. She told Harrow about it jokingly and his answer was, “The theater is the theater anywhere. Show business is show business. A show is a show. The only difference is in the amount of money to be gambled. In Daytona Beach you hoped to make expenses, to pay for the makeup, the royalties on the play, the posters you had printed or the costumes you rented; in stock in Dubuque, lowa, the manager hopes to cover all that overhead, phis more advertising and some salaries, none of them very high as the business goes, and he hopes in addition to make a tidy little profit for himself. Here in New York it’s the same. We work with the same tools, only on a larger scale. We pay more, lose more, win more, but it all conies down to people speaking written pieces to each other in front of some scenery. When you get that feeling, Kay, maybe you’ll have lost a little of the romance you’ve felt for show business—with you, I doubt if you’ll lose much—and you’ll look upon your work as a grand job to do as well as you know how. not as something bordering on magic and mystery." But that morning Kay had not had this talk with Earl Harrow and she was a very timid, though outwardly self-possessed, nineteen-year-old girl who was coming to hang on the words of a famous director. Ben Leschin was busy talking to a man in overalls. Nearby sat a tall, dark man with a long dark cigar and a derby hat anchored squarely on his head at an even keel, and three other men and two women. Kay, in her excitement, caught only quick glimpses of them, but she saw that both the women were dressed for the street and had their hats and coats on, and that one of the three men was a pert, self-assured looking chap turned out immaculately in the sort of clothes Broadway actors always seemed to wear in Hollywood films. _ Leschin wore his huge hornrimmed spectacles and his tight-fit-ting little beret. He had on a rough, brown tweed suit and a tan sweater and his small feet were in little brown buckskin shoes with Cuban heels calculated to make him appear an inch or so taller. When he saw Kay he said, “Hello,” and went on talking to the man in overalls. Then, when the man wandered off and joined some other stagehands, leschin turned again to Kay and said, “Grab a chair.” Kay found an empty chair and sat down a little apart from tho group and Harrow’s “watchdog” sat down near her. Leschin went on with his rehearsal, for that was what had been in progre Kay was surprised at the casualness of the affair. It was very much like a Community Players’ rehearsal, the actors reading their parts from flimsy paper booklets, only being much more businesslike, much less inspired, it seemed, than the amateurs of Daytona Beach. It was all business, she thought, all painful accuracy. When tho group seemed to be through the actors rose and wandered away and Leschin came over to her. , “I'm going to have you read a little and walk a little,” he said, “just so we can get the feel of things. Try this.” He handed her a part from some play, which ono she had no idea. “Look it over a minute. Girl about your age. Naive, but refined. 111 cue you.” Kay puzzled through the typed sheets, then said, “I guess I’m ready.” “All right. Reading from a similar booklet, Leschin said, ‘ —And you aren’t going to tell me?’ ” Kay replied in the lines before her: “‘No, mother. It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter ..” “ “But I think you owe me something,’ ” Leschin shot back. “I’m sorry, mother. You don’t understand .. ”

he was not nearly so influential as some of his admirers would believe, 'fhe confession followed receipt of ’ a letter from an Ogden youngster, who was “so anxious to have ' Christmas come” that he wanted to know if the mayor “couldn't put ! the day ahead.” I Welle»ley Girls Knit Ear Laps I Wellesley, Mass. — (U.R) — Winter i won’t find the Wellesley College J girls unprepared. The latest fad here is knitting ear lap covers. The girls get the old-fashioned ear

The reading went on, Leschin | feeding her cues in a curt, matter of-fact voice, and Kay reading her speeches with what seemed to be the | proper emphasis and attitude. “All right,” Leschin said. “Now try this. Here’s a long speech. Look it over. Then read it for me.” Kay studied the speech, the sheets of paper trembling a little in het hands, and then began to read. Leschin listened noncommittally. In fact, looking up once, Kay suspected he wasn’t listening at all. He was a hard man to know, this dark little director with the face of some swarthy, predatory bird. “Now,” Leschen ordered, “go over there and make an entrance. You’re just playing yourself. You’re coming into a pleasant room in a pleasant house and your mother and your sweetheart are sitting waiting for you. You’ve just dressed in something pretty nice and you’re proud of it. You’re anxious to see your sweetheart. Now, come walking in.” With all this in mind, Kay crossed the stage, stood by some stackedup scenery, then started toward Leschin eagerly, proudly, and with a slight step of simple happiness. Leschin nodded. “Now just walk around a little and sit down once or twice.” She did as she was told. “All right,” he said. “That’s all j we’re going to do this morning. Gives me a little idea about you, I you know. We’ll start our real work I tomorrow. And in a little while | Warren will have the play ready sot I us.” “All right, Mr. Leschin,” Kay said. She turned as if to go, then stopped. “Yes?” he asked crisply. “Well—” and she began to smile shyly, “I can't help wondering, you know, if I’m too terrible.” “Is that what you think?” he asked. “I don’t know. I don’t know what you expect of me.” “Then don’t worry about what I expect of you.” It was like asking questions of a dark, sharp-edged stone. From somewhere out in front of the stage came the sound of bumping and angry voices. Kay and Leschin turned and looked down into the theater. “Take your hands off me!” It was the immaculately dressed actor who a few minutes before had been sitting on the stage during the rehearsal. Someone had him by his two arms in a painfully rigid grip. “What’s going on down there?” Leschin demanded. It was then that Kay saw who the other man was. There were others, too, and they had been in the way, but how as the group separate, Kay saw Pete. It was he who had the actor by the arms shaking him. Leschin scrambled down into tho pit and to the scene of the quarrel with an agility that surprised Kay. Sullenly, Pete let the actor go. The man drew back proudly and began straightening his coat sleeves. And, very tenderly, he touched one side of his face with the tips of his fingers. “Well?” Leschin demanded. “This half-wit hit me,” the actor said, aggrievcdly, “and climbed onto me like a lunatic. I’m going to have I him taken in for assault and battery.” “What’s your story?” Leschin asked Pete. Pete shrugged, still glaring angrily at the actor, and mumbled something Kay didn’t hear. “Well, what excuse have you got to offer?” Leschin insisted. “What excuse do you want?” Pete asked with strained patience. Kay was afraid he was going to hit Leschin, too. “Well, break it up, all of you.” Leschin said “And I wouldn’t advise you to hit any more actors around riiis theater,” he warned Pete. “We’ll let Mr. Harrow listen to you. I haven’t the time and I can think of better things to do anyway. Now get along.” As soon as she could, Kay got Pete alone. “What was tho matter?” she asked, anxiously. “Nothing,” he said. “What did he do?” “Aw—he made a crack, that's all.” “About whom? About me?” “Maybe so,” Pete admitted. “But, Pete; he seems to be important. Don't you know you’re getting yourself into a lot of trouble.” “I can't help it, Kay. I’m sorry as far as you’re concerned.” Pete turned to walk away, remarking as he left: “I told you that you belonged uj here in this racket and I didn’t.” She was going to call after him, to try to reason with him. but sha bit her lip ami stood still. T'etc walked on toward the front of tho theater. (To Be Continued) Copjrlsht. I#3KLnc Fmtum B;ndieil«, Ine.

muffs unit slip on the covers. Some I are of light colors for formal wear : and others harmonize with their coats ami sweaters for sports wear. Used Auto To Chase Rabbit Gaylordsvllle, Conn,— (U.R) — Blrt Anderson chased a 17*4 pound jack rabbit a half mile in his automobile and then ran over the animal. The ' jar caused him to lose control of I Ids cur which climbed an embank-1 nient, damaging the radiator and i fenders. Mines Employ 3,500 Reno, Nev.-(U.R) Approximately : 3,500 men are working in Nevada’s gold and silver mines, it was esti- ' mated here. The largest number i ever employed in the state’s work-1 Ings totalled about i.Oitt) during the World War o I Biological Survey Sold Skins Boise, Idaho.—(U.R) —Fur buyers ! from east and west coasts attended . 1 a sale of nearly a thousand “skins” I here Dec. 21. The sale was conducted by the Biological Survey and included hides from bobcats, ' coyotes, cougars, badgers and skunks. They represent the catch of veteran trappers operating in : southwestern Idaho under supervis- i ion of the Biological Survey.

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Old Coin Dug Up But Wolfeboro, N. H. — (U.R) — While employed on oxcavatioue at the old Governor John Wentworth | estate, Elmer Morgan, IK. dug up ' a copper coin lieariog the date 1713. It is believed to be an English colonial penny. ptrliap» ot conI siderable value for its antiquity. Coal Shovel Was Weapon Elko, Nev. — (U.R) — Charles E. Hunnlston, Jr., complained tils wife told him to get a divorce and struck him with a coal shovel. This he contended should secure his single status again. The iHuuuistons were married in New York City, Oct. 15. 1932. Nc. Sure Whether Married Cleveland, —(UP) —Henry Palle, 50, couldn't tell Police Judge George Tcnesy whether he is married «n not. "J haven'e got a letter fr in her in three months,” he explained. Hfe wife te in Russia. ■ 11 w, Coyote Carried Bell Pearsall, Tex.. —(UP) —A wild coyote with a collar and bell around his neck was killed near here by Warren Smith, i*incliman. SmitUi said the coyote was old and apparently had been caught by someone years ago.