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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 21, 1936)
PAGE FOURTEEN THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON Kick and Keckleii 0 1936 NEA Soviet, tM. By Mary Raymond ' CHAPTER I-A jlfOlXY laughed at Brent's re ply. That wn the nice thing bout Brent He understood, without being angry. "Is It headache, cold and re bclllon that will continue until evening?" Brent Inquired pleas antly, "Bccauso It occurs to me at the moment that I'm taking you to Peggy Carlyle's dance." "Good memory," Molly an wered. "Your name's on my date book, too. As a matter ot iact, Brent, I've decided to skip feggy's dance." "You can't do that!" Brent ex claimed. "Besides being a date, It's a special kind of date. You know I always spend your birth days with you." "Just an old childish custom," Molly replied cooly. "Anyway, I didn't say I wouldn't spend my birthday with you. I'm counting on your skipping the dance will) me." "Oh, you are." Brent spoke slowly. "Naturally. You don't sound very enthusiastic." "What's on your mind?" "I'm planning to celebrate dif ferently," Molly explained eager ly. "Frances Carter was telling me about that new night club near Becchland the "Red Poppy.' Frances said it was terrific." "It is." Brent's voice came grimly over the phone. "No place for you to go." "And why not?" "You young Idiot That place Is In danger of being raided any time. How would you like to wake up behind bars?" "I wouldn't mind a bit At least, it would be a new experi ence." "Well, I won't take you to a place like that" "You won't?" There was a dangerous inflection in Molly's voice. "No. Besides Peggy's party Is one I can't miss. Perhaps it has slipped your memory that I'm do ing the alteration on the Carter country place." "Business before pleasure, of course. I'm not going to the Car ters' tonight Why dont you ask Evelyn Lester to take my place? She adores dances and you." "Am ' I to understand you don't?" Brent laughed. Molly considered a moment. "I don't adore dances tonight and I adore you only with qualifica tions." "Be reasonable, Molly!" "Hope you like the dance," Molly said. .. Brent seemed brightly un crushed. "See you soon." TITOIXY clicked the phone In place and sat considering its blank face with a slight frown on her own. . "So superior!" Molly said In dignantly. "I don't like being called 'child' and ; 'mutt' and treated as though .1 haven't cut my baby teeth yet If he won't take me, somebody else will. Tm being cheated. Kept housed up like like an orchid." On. an impulse, she lifted the orchids and dropped them into a dainty, be-ribboned waste basket near her dressing table. Then she stooped and retrieved them. Rita adored orchids, even second-hand ones. She possessed a Latin ca pacity for emotion that Molly sometimes envied. Rita would step out with her young man and they would go places. "And that" Molly decided, "is what I'm going to do tonight go places!" She came from her shower more golden than ever, . eyes shining, and sparkling drops of water clinging to her burnished hair. The third teleDhone call brought Wick's voice. "Lo night owL" A proper salutation that hinted Wick credited her with a degree of sophistication. Neither did Wick howl with amusement at the idea that she could be satiated with social events. "Skipping Peggy's dance?" he queried and added, "HI skip it with you." "Wick!" breathed Molly. "Would you? Take me to the Red Pop py." Wick hesitated only a moment. "Right-o," he agreed. "It isn't the sort of night club I'd pick for you, but it might be exciting. Is that what you'd like?" "Like is the wrong word. I crave excitement. Doesn't any thing ever happen except dances, receptions, teas and cocktail par ties?" 'I have an idea plenty happens at the Red Poppy. As I said, it Isn't the sort of place we'd gen erally go" "That's why we're going!" Mol ly cried. "Oh, Wick, this is going to be the nicest birthday I've ever had. I'm celebrating the end of my 'teens with a mature kind of adventure." "Your birthday! I guess that calls for about 20 orchids," Wick teased. " ' ; "No orchids tonight. This must be different. Is this place so very terrible?" Molly's eager voice urged him on. "Wait and see!" WflCK, Molly decided,, as she went about dressing, was an understanding person. Much more understanding than Brent with his tenacious memory for birthdays. ; A big package came late that afternoon, bringing Brent's gift. : Molly gasped, frowned, and then laughed. The idiot! ' He must have spent the whole day assem . bling this ridiculous home-made marionette theater. The setting for the tiny actors was a lurid dive, with bizarre colors and tiny, ab surd pictures on the wall which carried out a very wicked at mosphere. . The small puppets, themselves, were perfectly cast , One, when manipulated proper ly with string, lurched toward a gled a dreadful looking miniature knife. Another miniature gentle man never could be made to stana on his 1 but toppled and stag gered In the most inebriated manner. Molly regarded one of the tiny actors with suspicious eyes. A golden-haired puppet staring out at the scene with wide. ' excited eyes. "Might as well be) tagged 'Molly,'" she thought. "Stay home, child, and amuse yourself with this small edition of night life," read Brent's card. "Child!" Molly's soft, red Hps closed firmly. "That's , exactly what he thinks I am." She put Brent's gift back In the big box and closed the top. After a moment she took the miniature theater out again and -soon was deeply engrossed In making the Unv actors perform. "But if he thinks for a moment I'm going to spend my birthday pulling strings, he's mistaken." . ANOTHER package followed within an hour. "Wanted to spend your birthday with you," Brent had written on the card. "Since I can't I'm sending a proxy." The package disclosed a photograph Brent of course. "Of all the conceited idiots," Molly breathed. "I suppose he thinks I'll put this on my dressing table where I'll have to look at It every time I powder my nose. WeU. I wont!" A third package arrived at 7. A beautifully bound and rare first edition. "Just to make up for those two terrible gifts, and also to carry you through a lonesome evening," Molly read. "So he thinks!" Molly said to herself, dusting powder on her face, and this time carefully avoiding Brent's steady gray eyes, looking out at her from the dress ing table. - Brent was a dear and the book was a gem. But she mustn't for get how stubborn and unyielding he had been. It was going to be fun tonight It was going to be even more tun tomorrow to tell that obstinate would-be-protector about it How she had not only seen wicked night life, but had rubbed elbows with it Wick had said: "Wait and seel" Well, she was waiting! 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THEN, ONE NIGHT, HE FAILS TO APPEAR. FOR A PATE. 7 HE-HE NEVER DONE ) I THIS BEFORy AP? WHY, VE SPRADDLE- 1 ANYWAY. OH. DFAP MAVBE I SAID SUMPIN'. Y SAY. WOT VSt WY. .. ,T,. ,. ,r I im ouA., MAYBE THERE'S ANOTHER GIRL A TH HECK! L""?' a ca dp A TH' MOTEL rAULllN SONNY, IT'S AWFUL . 71 6 ine by wca tcMa. me. t. m rco. U, , FAT, flf ' Mite m 4 PORTER .SAID SO. r BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES BY MARTIN ",fmf'y' T' T IWl KWJTW.'WlSJil . 'Mi I SWTjltiMfo 1936 BV NEA SIRVIM. INC. T. M. BCO. U. 8. ''AT7Wf. ." SmSlt,
