The Washington times., 1926-12-03
You Will Jingle With the Thrill of Life
AS You Read of the Adventures
All of Rosemary Merton
S"Fs The Story Thus Far
Rosemary
Whitney,
town., with hOm with
Spain join Stanley
Of
her to
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wife, installing Nina
dead Rosemas Rosemary held in prison during
Phil
him She thinking He
her Geie her sisters dinner She quarrels with father
Whitney welcomes her and being intoxicated questions her bruay
and then leaves him in the of his valet while
hunting = go -
NOID Continue
The Story Thus Far

6tHAIL. han. the gangs all
IL here. What the hell do we
Bang-Cecelia's white hands
crashed Gut the last notes on the
plane.
'tAeain-sing f aga1n!'
that's enough, Sloan% she
said coolly. ''I'H sing for you
zee IL Rosemary had gone.
law. come on" Sloan coaxed.
S.No-not now"
Hoffer's chocolate olored eyes
WorA TUNED toward Rosemary
zoo. He shifted his feet nery-
0a1sly, glanced from her to Sloan
and hack again. cleared his
throat, wiped his forehead with
q wnfts silk handkerchief.
And Rosemary, beaten, only
struggled for. the strength to pick
up her leaden feet, and slip un-
noticed through the door, halted
now.
Something about the sudden
ness Of Cecelia's return to hostil-
fly, something cupidinous in the
quick look Hoffer had shot at
Sloan.
II they had only come 10 drink
and sing the night away why
the anxiety to get rid Of her 50
soon?
"WeH, really. Miss Merton"
Cecilia drawled-
Very Drunk
"Say. are you limiting for Rose
mary to go homer" Sloan shouted.
''What's the big idea? We've got
enough gin for the whole crowd!
Rosemary's all right-few drinks
an she'll be almost human. Toki,
you yellow hethen. take the dead
soldiers away. Come here.
Rosemary, don't go home mad
come here-hear me?"
You're forgetting we have final
plans to make with HofferP'
Cecilia cut in anxiously. A little
too anxiously. She laid a jeweled
hand on SIoan's arm. Miss Mer.
ton isn't interested in opera
Sloan began to laugh drunk
emily. He slapped his leg, shook
with roars and shouts Of choking
laughter. Neither am II" he
yelled. "who wants to talk opera
when there's good liquor an beau.
tiful women, an plenty OF good
low brow music
"Mr. Whitney, I beg of you!
Hoffer cried. my time is precious
II came here tonight
f'After money! I know. Money
that's what they all come for.
Well, have a drink instead. Better
than uoonaV-"
'Hoffer!' Cecelia's face was
1ivid. "Will you leave him to me?
Didn't / warn you--
And then she remembered Rose
mary. She wheeled: Miss Mer.
ton. for the last time, will you
withdraw decently? We have bust
ness that can't concern YOU"
'T beg of you, Miss Merton
Hoffer laid firm hands on Rose
xnary's shoulder. He was push.
ing her, ever so gently toward the
door. Don't excite Miss Lansing.
Her temperament-"
"Oh, put her out-don't waste
all night! Hurry up, say!"
Cecelia's voice rose shrilly. There
was a sharp note Of fear in it.
EHurry up-he's going to sleep"
And quite suddenly, az II a veil
had been torn from her eyes,
Rosemary saw it ell. Sloan
wasn't Cecelia's hacker! He hadn't
given her the money to go to
italy. She had come to get IL
now. Brought Hoffer TO help her.
All this drinking. all this hollow
merriEnent wac O. means to the
end.
} They wanted to get him just
drunk enough to sign a check
: and not so drunk he couldn't sign
sti They wanted her out OF the
way, so they could get down to
business before he gave in TO
drunken slumber. and wasted an
other night.