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PAGD FOUH Tha OREGON STATESMAN, Salsa, Oxtztn, Sunday Morning, Jnna 9, 1S33 w I IP i ' 1 1 l u 113 - ' " .: "iVo Fovor Su?af tte; No Fear Sfcall Atcn From First Statesman. March H. 1851 THE STATESMAN PUBLISHING CO. Charles A. Spsacue ..... Editor-Manager Sbeudon F. Saokeit ..... Managing-Editor Member of the Associated Press The Associated Press ts exclusively entitled to the u.'te for publica tion of all oawe diapaU'hea crediutd to It or not otherwise credited la this paper. ADVERTISING "mmmmmmmm Portland Kepresentative Gordon B Bell, urlty iiuiiiliiiK. lortland. re. eastern Advertising Representatives Bryant. Orffruh a Kiunn. Inc., dtkaisos, Nw Yuri. Detroit. Boston. Atlanta Entered at the Poetofftce at Matter. Published very mtirnnig txcept Monday. Businest A office, tlS S. Commercial Street. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Mall Subscription Kates. In Advance. Within Oregon; Daily and Sunday, 1 Mo. bu cents. 3 Ut. $1.25; Ma Z.l ; ye.tr I.00. Elae-wii.- i mils it Ma., or Js.Ofl for t year to advance. l"er Copy i cents. News Stands S cent By City Carrier 45 . i a month; 15 OS a year tn advance. Constitutional Amendment a Dud THE new NRA bill which swept through the lower house the past week provides for nothing more than a government-paid group of observers at the grave of the old Blue Eagle. The president wants to temper the wind to the 6400 NRA bureaucrats who now have nine more months, instead of a week, in which to find-new jobs. The hope is that these statisticians will dig up such a bad picture of af fairs without NRA, that the public will demand a resur rection by the time congress meets- again. The facts are that Mr. Roosevelt has been sharply dis appointed by the coolness of public response to his proposal ten days, ago that the constitution should be amended to make national control of business possible. In his extended conference after the decision the president took nearly two hours" to tell the press that the supreme court had reg ulated federal control of business to the "horse and buggy" era. These hints the president threw out to give citizens throughout the land a cue for demanding the constitution be amended immediately to make NRA feasible. No such reaction occurred. The general response to NRA's demise was public satisfaction that the threat of an ever-growing Washington bureaucracy was stopped. The new NRA, if thlre shall be one, must be patterned within the limits of the"existing constitution. The balloon sent out from the press conference is back to earth. Five years ago Mr. Roosevelt had no visions of an all powerful federal government regulating wages paid chicken killers and defining whether a purchaser bought the run of the coop or only the best fowls. He might well reread his speeches of that time and find therein the reason the Amer ican nation is apathetic to changing its constitution. In an address, in New York State he referred as follows to the growing power of government at Washington : "We are safe from the danger of any such departure from the principles upon which this country was founded Just bo long as the individual home rule of the states is scrupulously preserved and fought for whenever they seem in danger. Thus it will be seen that this home rule is a very important thing a most vital thing if we are to continue along the course on which we have bo far progressed with such unprecedented success. The doctrine of regulation and legislation by 'master minds' in whose judgment and will all the people may gladly and quietly acquiesce, has been too glaringly apparent at Washington dur ing these last ten years. Were it possible to find 'master minds' so unselfish, so willing to decide unhesitantly against their own personal interests or private prejudices; men almost godlike In their ability to hold the scales of justice with an even hand such a government might be to the interests of the coantry; but there are none such on the political horizon, and - can. not expect a complete reversal of all the teachings of hlBtory ." Mileage Charges Too High THE Marion county grand jury is quite right in question ing the form in which numerous mileage vouchers were returned by Sheriff A. C. Burk, and in suggesting that the county could save money by picking up many of its prison ers by train rather than by car. In criticizing the rate of six cents a mile allowed for use of the sheriffs' cars in criminal matters, the jury attacks ' a policy set by the county, court, not the sheriff. If this rate is too high, the court must make the change. It is a rate applied toall county officials for their auto mileage, a rate lowered from ten to six cents a mile during depression. Not withstanding the assertion of Che jurors' report, we doubt if the average operating cost of a light car. all proper reserves for depreciation, obsolescence being set up, can be operated for three cents a mile. The county court did not think so when it set the six cents a mile rate; if it finds it was wrong in reviewing car costs, the rate should be cut at once, for the sheriff's and all other of fices. The report showed but did not stress that civil litigants are suffering the most in the matter of mileage charges. Under the Oregon code they must pungle up ten cents a mile for costs of serving civil papers by the sheriff. Thus in 1933 civil litigants paid $1473.90 for the sheriff to travel 14,739 miles serving their papers; the county paid only $1, 004.06 for the sheriff to travel 13,825 miles to serve papers in criminal cases. If the six-cent rate is too high, clearly the 10-cent rate is exorbitant and makes a 100 per cent profit for the sheriff's office. There is no justice in burden ing the already too expensive cost of law suits with unrea sonable mileage charges. The county court, by law, should be allowed to set costs of serving civil processes at the rate it prescribes. for criminal case mileage. Easy Default iREAT BRITAIN and the rest of this nation's European vJT. debtors, little Finland excepted, are going to default again on their debts to the United States. The story is scarcely news any more and while the totals now past due reach a billion dollars the default story will be tucked away June 15 in a small corner of the newspapers. For European nations have learned what every private debtor knows : that compromise of a debt grows more easy the farther in ar rears it becomes. The government of this country tacitly admits that it doesn't expect payment; it goes through the formality of a "please remit" note but accepts with equan imity the politely couched alibis of the debtors. Early in 1933 when the world economic conference had not been scrapped by President Roosevelt, the -debtor na tions were eager to avoid the stigma of default. There was opportunity-then to compromise the debts or to extend them by the volition of the United States. Now that the debtors have defaulted time and time again, and have apparently suffered no adverse effects, no foreign government could stay in power which demanded, that America be paid in fulL ' . Europe is playing a shrewd waiting game, knowing that in due time generous Uncle Sam will forgive and forget, ac cept a bankruptcy settlement on the billions rushed abroad during and after the war. As usual, the load of these bad loans will be on the backs of the American taxpayer. The war debts will be -another-unattractive leaf in the book of experience America is writing as an aftermath of idealistic entrance into a European war. -Salem Lions continue to take first rank as the most active, club of their kind in the city. At The Dalles convention they not only put on the best stunt but they secured the cooperation of all other Liona groups in the state to make landscaping of the blind school grounds iter a Lions' project. ' ill Salem, Oregon, a Second-Clans and interest on the investment Bits for Breakfast By R. J. HENDRICKS Utterly unashamed, this girl who made the state house her play house wept copious tears over its rains: A personal letter comes to this desk from Portland. The name of the writer la known to tha Bits man waa known In her childhood days of which she writes. Bat she forbids the use of It; wants to be called "Mrs. Anonymous." So she shall be known. Bat the Bits man dares any, old timer of the capital city to read it care fully without also shedding some shameless tears. She calls it "Re trospection." The letter follows: -a . "Rolling sleepily out of bed at 5:30, a hurried breakfast, a lunch basket hastily filled, we are off to Salem, the home of oar child hood, in our annual Memorial day visit. "a "Over rolling hills, skimming through fertile valleys, spanning graceful bridges and circling bad ding orchards, we come to the end of the journey and climb the last hill of all the one that leads to the Odd Fellows's cemetery. "a "The Bleeping city is very quiet and we wander through the wet grass, and lovingly place our flor al tributes on a good many graves, where for some 50 years we have laid our dear ones away in their last sleep. S "a "Through early childhood, through the years of our 'teens, and through the fleeting years of maturity, we come back to this trysting place of relatives, friends, enemies and strangers, rich and poor all the children of one eter nal Father. "a "a "At times they have seemed very near, these dear ones, but when the trials of life wound us so deep ly, they seem to leave and the soul, to our material sense, walks through the shadows. a "a "a "The little city has grown far beyond the wildest stretch of our imagination, and the trek up the long road lengthens yearly, and family plots which held one grave now are filled with many mark ers. "On the concrete curb I sit down to watch the scene, and in fancy I can feel the grasp of the guiding hand of long ago which led me from lot to lot through the tall grasses. I can smell the clover pinks which grew in round bunches over the graves, and my hands feel the gritty cold of the iron chain draped from post to post outlining the edge of the lot. "a "a "Dreamily I look into the dis tance and see the dome of the state house rising over the tops of the trees, and I know that behind the clouds Mt. Hood stands a silent sentinel thro' the years. "I inhale the sharp tang of the box hedge, and again in. fancy I slip my hand over thei smooth, clean surface of the laurel trees and pull off a strip of its rough bark which scales it. "a "Down the road I can see the flag of my country flying in the breeze and the blue clad G.A.R. veterans trudging slowly up the hill each carrying a bouquet. "The drum corps beats time for feet that have grown weary, but they still march lest we forget, lest we forget. "a S "Red peonies, prancing horses, gold braid, moss rose bud3, wild strawberries in the shorter grass es, bugles calling reveille, the old fashioned, mission roses, laughing children, snowball blossoms, and the big brass band, for young hearts a thrill for old ones a sweet, poignant pain. " "I start from day dreams as the notes of the tattoo pierce the air the gray haired woman returns, and I climb into the little car, and in significant silence we go down the hill again, my brother and I, for one last rendezvous with mine old familiar friend, the state house. "a "Over the green board fence we gazed with streaming eyes utterly unashamed the lump in the throat utterly unruly and unmov able. . V "Years and time are as noth ing and once more childhood reaches out and takes us back along its flower strewn path as we recall the joys of our BIG play house. "What cared we for the laws that had passed under yonder roof? The wheels of state meant nothing to our minds -the su preme court room held no terror to us we could not be bothered, "a "a "a "High in that old dome in the little glass tower I had a paper doll party one summer morning. Another time I crawled into the big chair in the senate chamber. I played I was Joe Simon and looked in lofty disdain at the emp ty seats! s "a "Out in the grounds I 'helped' Mr. Fones plant some saplings, and around on the southeast Bide of the building I have crawled over the top Of the high piles of oak wood to peel off the short moss shining bright, green from the recent rain. "A small ledge ran all around the building over the windows. My big brother used to circle that every so often just for - well, WHAT for? "a "The old elevator with Joe Al brecht as guide took me slowly, oh so slowly, to the top floor, and after gazing in awe down the big opening in' the middle of the lob by, I started at the top, and, with pigtails flying and white apron billowing around me. slid down the long banisters the girl on the flying trapeze was sane beside me. "a "a "Playing hide and seek in. the basement, bouncing our ball on the big steps in front, and off (Turn to page t) Brook and River Figure of Speech About Graduation Pretty But Wet By DH. Talmadge, Sage of Salem Folk? who sin a price mast pay, Ships not sent do not return, Astute creatures sometimes bray, Things called fireproof some times burn. Kindling dry wet wood Ignites, Kindling wet dry wood lights not. Worst fans come from greatest heights. Counted not are joys we've got. Hoped for things oft disappoint. Cold comes when we yearn for heat, 'Joyment oft is out of Joynt, Meetings are not always meet. Note: The remaining 118 verses of this are omitted for any of a number of reasons which will readily suggest themselves to the average reader. 'Mah friend," said a negro preacher to a convert who was loadly enumerating his sins, "you ain't .confessin' you Is brag gin.' " Old Mr. C h e r r I b 1 u me sat through the recent memorial ex ercises with his eyes closed. His thoughts, I reckon, were about 60 years in the rear. I feel that I am owing my guard ian angel something. For this rea son I seldom eat mushrooms. Where do you s'pose those boys at Redmond got the notion that they could rob a bank and get away with it? Perhaps they have been looking at too many movies. Greta Garbo put on a pair of sun-glasses and successfully elud ed a flock of Hollywood newspa per reporters. It may be, after all, that the type of newspaper reporter usually seen in the mo tion pictures really exists at Hol lywood. A man may be so low that he has to reach up tt touch bottom. Sallie Eilers. Local love story: A young man wrote to a young woman, "Will you marry me? What you don't no won't hurt you". The young woman replied, "I don't no". And that was that. The man at Lafayette who cranked a truck which was in gear and was pushed through the wall of the garage and seriously injured would probably, were he like most of us, have thought such an incident very laughable if seen in a movie comedy. "He spoke softly, and his words went far and sank deeply into the consciousness of the populace." Excerpt from an old story. Generally speaking, I reckon, the calm and gentle utterance is more effective than that which blares. The old jingle was not en tirely nonsensical "The overture was ruined quite. Because the trombone snorted; It should have pianissimoed, Instead of which it forted. Life is filled with discourage ments. Most of them are not so bad as they seem, and some of them are not discouragements at all, but are encouragements, in centives to effort. I once knew a girl who wished to take up news paper work. She aproached the editor of the village weekly on the matter. Because the editor needed help and further because the girl's father held a mortgage on the plant she was given a job gathering news. Her first assign ment was to meet the afternoon train and gather news of who ar rived and departed on said train and any why and what that might pertain to such comings and go ings. The girl returned present ly, wiping her eyes. "N-nobody got on the t-train," she said, her utterance somewhat impeded by tears, "and only one m-man got off. He was a young m-man and quite good looking. I I asked him who he was, and and he said it was none of my darn business. ' For a few minutes that girl thought she was discouraged. Then she laughed a bit grimly and was saved. I recken she;would have become a good 'newspaper worker ultimately. Biiffate was against her. One morning, six months, later, she brought in a news item and placed it on the editorial desk. It was her resignation. "Do you remember the man who told me his name was none of my business?" she asked. "Yes? Well, that man's name is Dennis. He is a farmer in the Clover Creek country. I met him when I was covering the Sunday school convention over there last month, and I am marrying him next Saturday." "S-serves him right," gasped the editor. Nature adapts her children to the circumstances by which they are beset, and time inures them to conditions. I have, quite by chance, had a talk with an old man, and he has told me of a life of constant straggle, of indebted ness and apprehension. Yet, In looking back, he finds that on the whole he has not been unhappy. And now, through the death of a relative, from whom, by the way, he had expected nothing, he has become possessed of sufficient means to pay his creditors and to meet his requirements for the remainder of his life. No reason seems to exist why his mind should not be at peace. But, strangely, his mind Is not at peace. He sadly informs me that he is bored stiff. Whereas before he was of certain interest to his fellows, he is now of no interest. Even salesmen ignore him, be cause no person of his years has need for what they have to sell. Insurance solicitors pass him by with not so much as a cool nod. And he has discovered, somewhat to his astonishment; that bill-collectors are really quite an inter esting lot of chaps, taken all in all, and he misses them. I reckon he will have to make the best of iu It is perhaps a sad condition of affairs, but not sufficiently sad to warrant much sympathy. Given nm.wuf f - ... 1 4 V D. H. TALMADGE time and met by a receptive spir it, nature will take care of his case. I told Lem Budgely what the aforementioned old gentleman had said regarding bill-collectors. I thought he would appreciate it In one way or another. And he did. He rolled his eyes and clasp ed his hands. "Gosh I" he mur mured, "I'd sure like to know how it feels to miss a bill-collector." When the explosion incidental to the demolition of a wall at the fire-ruined state house occurred Tuesday morning many folks in all parts of town thought it was an earthquake. At one of the ho tels a guest apepared in his pa jamas, excitedly bent on getting to the street. He was from Om aha. But another guest, up to catch an early bus, went calmly on eating his grapefruit and did not so much as lift his eyes from The Statesman he was reading. He was from San Francisco. The story is told of an East Sa lem citizen who turned over sleepily in bed at 6:10 Tuesday morning. "Okay, dear; I'm get ting up right away," he said. Suit yourself about believing the story. The annual revue of the Bar bara Barnes school of profession al dancing, given at the Elsinore theatre Wednesday and Thursday nights of this week, was a splen did demonstration of the possi bilities of home talent when prop erly directed. Miss Barnes and her associates are entitled to more than a pass ing notice in the matter, beca.Vre a number of the specialties, were of better quality than much of the professional entertainment along the same lines which has been seen here during the past several years. Furthermore, the performance as a whole costumes, stage set tings, music and general manage ment was beyond criticism. I am tempted, in view of this performance and other perform ances in which Salem children have been the predominating feature, to state a belief that we have the most talented, hand somest and altogether finest youngsters in this town to be found anywhere. But, of course, were. I to make such an assertion other towns would be grieved. Some of them might go so far as to lose their tempers. So it won't do to make such a statement. However, perhaps you will catch my meaning. I have noticed that folks who cannot take hot weather cheer fully experience more or less dif ficulty also in taking cold and wet weather. The more conservative element in the population is now serious ly considering the putting on of summer underduds. Annual reunion of the good old brook and' river at Willamette university tomorrow. "Where the brook and river meet" always fitting as an illustration of the passing of the student into the active workaday world. Very, pret ty, but all wet. Seasonable A shady nook, With a book, And perhaps a hook. JUNK GRADUATE MACLEAY, June 8. Verda Nash, daughter of Mr. and Mrs Herman Nash is among those who graduated from Sacred Heart ac ademy this year. Twenty Years Ago June 0, 1015 William Jennings Bryan resign ed today as secretary of state as a dramatic sequel to his disagree ment with President Wilson over the governmental policy towards Germany. Over 100 members of the G. A. R., W. R. C, and Ladies: of G. A. R., attend the annual convention in McMinnville. Louis Lachmund lost 190 bales of hops when German submarine torpedoed the British steamer, In kum, off the coast of England. Ten Years A90 June 9, 1023 Rev. Carl F. Miller and Min nie G. Miller retained as pastors of the South Friends' church. Business men of the city given additional mail service by the ad dition of the 9:30 dispatch which leaves over the Southern Pacific lines every morning. Mrs. Nancy Dolman, daughter of Dr. James McBride, noted Ore gon pioneer, died at 1:30 yester day at the family residence at S33 Center lS Kmt Imct tn tram, ht. 0 "WHOSE WIFE?" CHAPTER XVI "That's m fair question," Ineles took his pipe from his lips. "Now 111 do a little summing op. We of the police department work on sev eral fixed rules: motive, oppor tunity, evidence. Now," be made his points with the jabbed stem of his pipe, "let's work backward. Evi dence . . . You already know all about that . . . couldn't be more complete ... or more gruesome. Opportunity . . . plenty. Here Vane was alone with his bride, she trust ing him . . . and believe me, Mantel, it took time to commit a crime of the finished quality of this one it was well planned and well carried out. Lastly . . . motive. That also Is here ... we will suppose that Lawrence Vane had just found out that he was one of many . . . that he had just found out that his wife Iaobel was a notorious woman." With an oath, the artist leaped to bis feet "Take that back or Fll push your words down your dirty throat. "Dont be a fool, Lawrence." Ingles' anger matched his own. "Dont try to tell us that you didn't know about Isobel. I don't doubt that you were fooled at first, but you found out at last . . . and you know you did." Lawrence Vane stood rigid, his mouth working, and his trembling hands gripped at his sides. "Did you know about your wife Isobel?" The voice of Cyrus K. was mild, and fell like a little rain of coolness upon the storm of anger and passion. The young artist wilted. He passed one hand across his brow, tank back into his chair. ... "Yes," he said. "I had just found out ... a lot of things about . . . Isobel. ..." He turned his head against the arm of his chair and his shoulders were racked with the hard sobs of a man when his burden is too great to bear. "But you've got to believe it . . . that body is not Isobel'sl I don't know anything about it ... I dont know whose it is ... all I know is. that it is not Isobel'sl" Pity softened the eyes of Inspec tor Ingles. He started forward as though to lay his hand upon the shoulder of his friend. The tele phone rang. "Yes?" answered Ingles. "Yes. This is Ingles. ... Oh ! Her mother, you say, she has been to the morgue, and she has iden tided the body as that of Isobel Vane. Her daughter ... no question of doubt there? I see. Okay. . . . No. I've got nothing to tell you just yet." e e e e e Kate Doyle and her "gang" were doing very well indeed, out on the West Coast They had had a satisfactory tour all throughout the Middle Western States, and now, just before the Christmas holidays they found themselves in San Francisco, and everyone connected with the theatre knows that " 'Frisco" is a good show town, with delightful and generous audiences. The girls had been tremendously pleased at getting into "'Frisco" that first night as they came over the Oakland Ferry. The smell of the ocean breeze and the heavy, buoyant tang of salt in the wind that blew across the bay, had given them all a gay uplift of spirit Surely in this port of adventure and ancient romance it was not too much to suppose that some adven turous, glamorous thing might hap pen to each and every little dancer or specialty girL Donetta Dane and Gerry Gordon sat well up in the prow of the ferry. They removed their hats and let the breeze blow through their hair in a way that would never have done back in their own New York. From the lounge they could hear the strains of an accordion and a guitar as two itinerant musicians made music, or what passed for it "I've always wanted to see San Francisco, said Gerry. "Me, too. Donetta gazed around. "Look. Ore there! That will be the lights of the Fairmount it's up on tha hAL there you know ant) over there. She swept a vague circle with her arm. "That's Mount Tamalpais, and Muir Wooda that's where they have all those big Calif oraian Redwoods. Gosh I Wouldn't you like to See them. Grryt"' ... . .. "I want to see Chinatown, said Gerry. "You know Dona there used to be heaps and heaps of levels Summer Snow Storm! underneath the ground there, be fore the quake and the fire. They have Tong wars nowl Oh 1 There's lots of real romance here. Gee!" she turned toward her chum. "I'd like to keep right on eoing, wouldn't you?" "What do you mean?" "Oh, you know . . . not stop here . . . just look it over . . . and then to get on a big boat and go on . . . out the re somewhere. Honolulu . . .Ma lay .. . Shanghai China just think of it Dona, ChinaF "Hey! Hey!" laughed Donetta. "Havent got a yen for opium have you?" The two girls laughed, and went back to collect their bags and join the rest of the troupe. Kate Doyle's Original New York Night Club Show opened with a bang. They had to turn them away, and everyone was in the best of good spirits. "Telegrams from a lot of the bunch back East" cried Kate, wav ing a sheaf of yellow papers above her head. "And maU for a lot of you kids. Come and get itl' Donetta Dane ran through a batch of mail and handed three cards back to Kate. "Addressed to you, Kate," she smiled. Kate looked at them casually. "The" really are for the 'gang," she said. "They're from Millie and Roger Thornley. They addressed them to New York and they were forwarded here. Stale news now, not much at that look I Just pic tures of 'points of interest' en route." She passed cards to the girls grouped around her. "Not too interesting," said one of the little pony dancers, laughing. "We've been all over that territory, and then tome. It's a wonder they couldn't send something exciting. "Wonder where they are now?" Kate was mildly interested. "Oh! Come nowl" laughed Donetta, "you know, Kate, how hard it is to get a card from any town that; would cause a thru! in the bosom ef the receiver." They all laughed and scattered to read their mail, and soon to prepare zer uie opening number. The show went well. San Fran cisco responded with its usual dis crimination and verve to anything new and well done. The girls glowed beneath the ap plause and the glances of admira tion that came their several ways. The orchestra slid into an intri cate melody and the house lights dimmed to permit a vivid spot to enter the floor. Out into this ra diance whirled the Dane Sisters in their famous Dervish Dance. Donetta . and Gerry swept through to a triumphal finish and circled the floor bowing their thanks to the wild applause that greeted them. Suddenly Donetta tightened her grip on Gerry's arm. "Lookl" she gasped. "Over there, at the third table from the left . . . Roger Thornley . . . and Gerry . . , Gerry . . who it that with himf "How should I know?" Gerry spoke from smilingly closed lips. "I dont know every handsome man that comes into a night club. He sure Is handsome enough, isn't he?" she finished to a nrlish rush. The two slim, graceful figures turned to leave the floor. Thornley rose from his seat at his table near the exit and started toward them. "Look!" Gerry clutched Donetta. "lie's coming toward us. "Who?" "Roger Thornley, of course. Are you crazy? We dont know who the other man is. Well, we will know soon. Don- etta's firm little jaw set as she said It.'--- : . ' X say, this is a,bit of luckl Roeer Thornley was exnansiva with wine and the proximity of beautiful women. "Donetta Dane The Dan gerous Dancing Damsel . , . and . T he turned Inquiringly to uerry. "Gerry Gordon," she laughed" up at him, "and the Gordon doesn't stand xor Gin." In the general laushter that fol lowed her characteristic sally, Thornley presented hi companion to ue two girts. "Schuyler Millbanks he put his hand on the eLjuIder ef his friend. "The answer to the Maiden'a Prav. er or better' known en Broadway as "God's Gift to tha Gold Dl By SfcE me Firth "Ohl Come nowl the other man laughed good-naturedly. "The only part ox that thats true is the name." He looked directly Into the long, geen eyes of Donetta. A flash of something electric passed between them. The man's face paled curiously while the girl's flushed as their eves remained locked in that pregnant moment. Then Donetta's silky lashes drooped and Millbanks turned to his friend as though he had but just remem bered his presence. Uanrt we persuade the girls to come te our table?" he asked in a voice that he strove to make uncon cerned. Roger Thornley laughed gaily and bowed in mock ceremony. "Why not?" he said. "Here are the girls. I have the table and you have the persuasion." "And I've got the thirst and a yen for food," said Gerry, "only we cant come." Disappointment was plainly painted on the face of Schuyler Millbaoks. He looked at Donetta pleadingly. "Does that ultimatum stand?" he begged. "No. Gerry is teasing," Donetta told hirau "She's always teasing. We can come and we will be glad to. Only we will have .to leave your table te do our last number." "Thait's splendid!" his face brightened. "I hate to think of you ... or Miss Gerry . . . having to leave me for anything, even for a moment. But so long as you will promise to come back to me, I sup pose Fl have to agree. Beggars cant be choosers." "You ... a beggart" Donetta re peated his words as they all seated themselves at the table to which an obsequious head-waiter led them. "For ithe first time, yes," he said softly. "For your favor ... at your Donetta looked into his ardent eyes as long as she dared and then studied ' the menu with a sudden desperate intentness that would make one think that she had never seen onrs before. Gerry leaned toward Thornley and mischievously spoke behind the back of her lifted hand. "Your good-looking boy friend's got quite a line," she said. "Works fast doesn't he?" "He's got to work fast to keep up with hha income," Roger told her. "How come?" "It comes in so fast that ft would bury him if he didn't work fast to spend It" Thornley was serious for the moment "Oh yeahT A gilded playboy, eh?" "No. YouVe got him dead wrong. He's a swell guy, rich as Croesus, and no playboy at alL Kind of serious-minded. Likes art and all that hooey." He glanced across the table at the rapt expression on his friend's face. "I never saw him like this before," he said, "and IVo known him a long time. Your little tanned-skin friend with the green eyes seems to have knocked him for a loop." No jealousy came into Gerry Gordon's eyes. She looked at her friend with an, expression of 6uch tenderness and devotion that it softened the usually rather hard lines, of her little heart-shaped face. "Aren't you jealous that she's copped the prize?" Thornley teased. "I? Jealous of Donetta?" she laughed "Why you dont know us. I d do anything for Dona, give her anything, and she would do the same for me. You know," she looked at him seriously, "we're a sister act but we're really no blood kin. ;And yet we love each other more than most real sisters do. Who was it that once said, 'God gives us our relatives. Thank God we can choose lour friends.'? Well, Dona and I chose each other." "It takes a wise guy to choose wisely," said Roger. Donetta looked up from her pe rusal of the menu. "How'a Millie, Roger?" shw asked. I . . ' ,. - -- "Millie?" Roger seemed startled. "Millie? Ohi She's not been so well You know the trip was rather long and tiresome out here, and she hasn't been feeling just like her self." I I-.---.j - "Oh, (that's tool bad. Can we go and see her?" both girls spoke at once,, '---v I (To Be Continued) C lUtrt. Hit f Tfct UxnUi Oa . MstrttMtas af Klat rtam sndtatU. b