The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-05-26
Continued from Yesterday.
The Golden Apple.

The Golden Apple.
Norman would not leave the ball
room with Jane. but he had fol-
lowed quickly enough at the heels
OF this Notorious Naramova! Madame
Naramova, the siren of the movies
in the dance OF "Salome"-what
man could resist her?
Jane saw the terrible truth in
Norman's guilty face. He could
not look at her. He was weak
under the sway Of this other wom-
ans charm.
Down the hall Jane flew like a
hurt young bird that swoops to
safety. Blindly. she tore on the
draperies from her dragging train
blackly she staggered into a
waiting elevator.
She could not hold him-her
loveri Ncrman-her sweetheart
He had seen her-he had seen her
in danger OF another mantle
treacherous little Frenchman over
whom they had already had one
quarrel. and yet
Norman had not followed her. He
had let her go-he had stayed
with Naramova!
Jane was swamped into the crowd
in the lobby. Duly she tried to
realize what she must do-get her
cloak-get a cab-go home.
As she was cropping her way
through the hilarious crowd, push
ing strange jewellers aside. and try
ing to keep bold hands of her, Jane
was suddenly confronted by Mar
chand and seized into his embrace.
Il follow you! To the ends OF
the world"
Name shook him OF. but his hot
hands caressed her'feverlshly.
II love your he declared violent
". Il do not care IL the whole
world knows tt love you"
Don't. Please don't touch me
now Jane begged.
IT shall take you homer?
Yes" she said weakly. Then
Jane remembered the words OF
Madame Naramova and questioned,
You are the sweetheart of-tha'
woman?'
..Naramov,7 Bah. I go with her
only because she Is in the movies
what you call everybody's sweet
heart in America?-la vsmp"
"Vamp" Jane echoed bitterly
AND Sne SccLn5 " nave NNA~~A
trated on Norman Traverse to-
night
she is 'one-devil," Marchand
vociferated, and then pulling Jane
into a seat on a low lounge, he be-
gan to explain. You see. she likes
me- paint her portrait! You
know what 1 mean? She tries to
kiss me. Me- am a foolish man.
"AlI men are alike" Jane pro-
nounced absently. She looked abou'
bonefully Norman might
have foliowed-but no! Was he up
sairs then in that incensed den
where orchids were choking in the
atmosphere of evil? Marchand was
still taIking-Jane tried TO pay Az
tention He was holding her hand
stroking it-kissing 1t
DON'T" she cried
81 tell you / love you. Madame
Naramova saw 1t tonight. 1 told
her YOU were the most beautiful girl
at the Ball Des Artistes- I told her
you must win the golden apple.
This is why she hates you-that Is
why she tries to get away your
sweetheart. Mon Dieu, and how
quick she succeed"
Jane was overcome again with the
horrible picture that slotted her
mind. Norman was alone in that
sinister studio with Naramova-she
who WIS advertised from every
movie house as irresistibly wicked!
Norman was with her.
Jane watched the dancers crowd
ing about the punch bowl.
Someone stopped to inquire OF
Marchand.
Where is your lady? Where is
Naramova?"
BAH" he Erunted and took Jane
to another corner of the hall. we
do not care where she is-nor where
he Is. do weT
'Of course. not" Jane answered
hippantly. Then she took a glass
OF punch someone had brought.
Her heart was crushing painfully.
1t seemed too terrible to be true
too much like an ugly dream-a
nightmare
lane drank another glass Of
punch. BY this time she could