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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!
(To Be Continued)
As far as the imblle la con
cerned, those heavyweights who
are always clamoring about
money should get the gate, not
Jnst part of It.
In Grid Row
Ivy
The dismissal of Bobby Evans, De
low, veteran Pacific Coast Confer
ence football official, by Herb
Dana, above, grid "czar," resulted
in protests from Seattle to Los An
geles. Dana stood firm on the dis
missal, refusing, however, to give
exact reasons.
Flapper Fannie Says
ONE '
Difficulty in putting on mascara is
apt to lash you into frenzy.
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LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
BY HAROLD GRAY
.IVNE-. MY JANE- HER
DI-T1IDC. AND VOll
THOUGHT I KILLED YOUR
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EVER HAVE BELIEVED ME
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THERE'S NO EVPLAN ATION , NO BOUQUET OF
FLOWERS THE NEXT PAY, NOT EVEN A
PHONE CALL,
fOOR LULU BELLE IS WORRIED SICK.
FOR A WEEK, C. MOLLIS WALLIS GIVES LULU
BELLE A TREMENDOUS RUSH. THEN, ONE
NIGHT, HE FAILS TO APPEAR. FOR A PATE.
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AP? WHY, VE SPRADDLE- 1 ANYWAY.
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