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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
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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
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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
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