The Daily Alaska empire., 1929-11-09

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 He seated her in a little booth near the door, from which she was able to see much without being seen. By craning her neck a little around the side, she had clear view of the orchestra, the gay and impudent clowns of jazz known as she Golden Symphony Eight. A few seconds it was before she could bring herself to look directly 1t Ray, although he was easily dis singuished towering, as he did, ibove the other members of the band. At sight of him she felt a queer, sick feeling inside her. She had to blink very hard to keep the tears out of her eyes.
 The waiter, a swarthy, handsome youth from sunny Italy, was speak ing as he presented the menu.
 Madame, she expect some one
 "No-no'
 Looking up, she saw or thought she saw, look of pity pass over he walters face. Then she laughed silently and mirthlessly at herself. It must seem little strange to see girl of her type come alone to juch a club.
 She ordered a lobster salad When Inc waiter had gone she sat star Ing fixedly at the table. One mo- ment she wanted immediately to leave the club and never, never set foot in it again. The next, to rush toward the orchestra and force Ray to notice her--just as she had forced him to notice her that first night on board the Vendena. She fidgeted with knife, spinning it around in circles, dropping it final ly upon the floor. Then she be- gan nervously to crumple her roll into little, white-brown speckled mound. Es
 T hear the saxophonist in your jazz band is quite a composer" she remarked presently as the waiter swept the crumbs away with a nap kin.
 Madame, e ees wonderful!' The man was all enthusiasm. "ze pat rcns adore him. K make ze music so zey cannot help but dance. Zum nights you shood hear ze applause. :"
 Barbara was suddenly uncom- mcnly interested in her plate. She kept her face lowered towards it, conscious that she had flushed a bright scarlet Absurd-but at the mans word she had been aware of a sensation that she might have described as pride.
 The manager was announcing Miss Rita Gilmore. AS Barbara heard that name she seemed to freeze all over. She sat motionless as the room darkened, her eyes fixed to where changing spot light made a colored ribband from the platform across the dancing floor
 Down the pathway of light came Rita, her personality compelling in- stant attention, her beauty catching every eye.
 Barbara, seeing her at close range, sat amazed.
 Certainly here was not the type of girl she had expected! She had thought to find her hard of face. But there could be no denying the fresh, sweet quality, the look that shone in Rita's countenance. Bar bara watching her through her song and dance, found it impossible to believe her bad. It was reluctant ly brought home to her that this girl might be sincerely in love with Ray.
 But, even granting that, why had Ray turned from her, Barbara, to this singer? She puzzled over it as, miserably, she tried to swallow her salad. In the end it was the waiter who unconsciously gave her the key to the puzzle. She had remarked to him casu- ally, as he refilled her glass with iced water: That girl sings and dances exceptionally we'll"
 But, yes," he assured her. "Mees Gilmore is ze finished artiste. It is she who made ze songs of MT. Low ther, our saxophonist, so populaire. She sings them, often"
 50 that was it. Barbara almost choked over her mouthful of lobster. A mutual interest had brought them together It hurt her, that. Copyright, Dial Press)
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