Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1931-09-04

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RoB CURRAN, newspaper reporter.
- tucked an arm into that Of the
pale young man who Jagged along be-
side him and they pushed further up
Broadways warm, crowded sidewalks.
"You know. you're queer duck"
Bob told his companion. First you
chatter mile after mile, then you lapse
into dead silence"
The young man glanced at him and
smiled a wry little smile. Then he
turned from Bob's healthy, tanned
face. and his light blue eyes fell on
the electric lights of vaudeville
show. He stopped short and went
even more pale as he read the electri'
cally-outllned name. Eve Langley"
"Just what your poetic soul needs,
Carl" he announced. "a little excel
lent plano-playlng. And Eve Lang
ley's the girl who certainly knows her
ivorles. Let's go in"
"Please, Bob, let's not" entreated
Carl 81 haven't felt any too well all
day and that stuffy air In the the
alter :"
"Couldnt be any more stuffy than
outside. could it?" demanded Bob pur-
chasing the tickets. "There's not a
wisp OF air to be had. Besides, Eve is
an old friend Of mine and didn't
know she was In town."
The theater was darkening as they
went in. Bob clapped loudly as Miss
Langley, lovely In a black clinging
gown, bowed graciousy. Her ebony
hair had single strand Of milky
white growing back from one temple.
"Peach of girl" Bob shouted TO
the silent Carl above the loud burst
of applause that greeted Miss Langley.
"And there's story attached to the
white strand In her hair I'll tell you
after her first number. Why, what's
the matter, man? You look like n
ghost - He leaned nearer to Carl.
listen, maybe ! was wrong to drag
you in here. It Is kind Of stuffy."
'No, no, Pm all right" quickly an
swered Carl his voice husky, his eyes
bright and rlveted on Eve Langley.
Her hands fell on succession of
ringing chords that filled the hushed
theater Each note was belllike-pas-
sages of clear, colorful tones that al
most melted away before the melody
note sang on, accompanied so easily In
n whlrl OF light trills and arpegglos.
"Eve certainly plays" Bob was ap-
plaudlng loudly again as she bowed of
Sand to think she's putting all her
soul and feeling into 1t for that sap"
"What sap2" Carl wanted to know.
Bob began. "Some year and half
or so ago Eve was to have married Cy
rll Rogers the playwright. Everyone
knew who he was, but only through
his works. He was quiet Isolated
sort OF chap. And poet, too, like
you, Carl. All you poetry-makIng ducks
are a moony lot. Well, anyway, they
had some sort Of scrap and he told her
II she didn't write before certain
day he'd do himself In. Seems he'd
seen her dining with literary critic.
n critic who hadn't been any too spar.
ing In his criticism of Cyrll's work
And then Cyril being insaneIy Jealous
in the bargain. 80. Well, she did
write. but the mall was delayed or
there was hitch somewhere or other
Anyway, that was the end Of Cyril"
"Hn did, then" murmured Carl.
"Dld what then2' demanded Bob.
"Dld himself In, ms you put t."
Bob shrugged Maybe yes, maybe
no. You artistic birds are apt to do
anything"
GLOW did Miss Langley take tit"
Carls voice was so low Bob could
hardly hear It.
swell, she got tim: white streak in
her hair and she hangs on TO the idea
he's floating around the world some
where. That's why she went into
vaudeville figured II he saw her billed
he'd come and hear her. She's really
too good for vaudeville. ought to be
doing concert work; but her only
thought Is to find Cyril and vaude.
Vile circuit covers n lot OF territory"
Bob became Indignant. "Why didn't
he LET her know what he really dld7
II makes me boil, fine girl like that
wearing her life out trying to dig up
some poetic bird who just went off In
10 thin air.
"Mnybe he thought she loved the
literary critic. Why did she have
lunch with hlmi" offered Carl
Bob sputtered. aye gods, having
lunch isn't a criminal offense And
she was probably trying to make the
critic take more kindly TO Cyrll's work.
She was always thinking Of Cyril, and
Cyril was always thinking Of himself.
too"
Carl was silent Then, "Dld you
ever know this Cyril chap, BobT
Bob snoried "NO. thank heaven"
"But you really think she loves bim1
Are you surcf' Carl asked
"Of course. You nInny. Say what
are you looking 80 dreamy abOutT
But Carl had snniched his arm and
was pulling him up the aisle Just as
another roar Of applause greeted Miss
Langleys temperance.
"Whnt the 4" exploded Bob
Carts eyes were cleaning, his face
radiant. I'm going 10 get some flow.
ers and go bnck.stnge." he whispered.
And so come FIVE minutes later Bob
Jumped up to greet Eve but her eyes
we're fastened on Carl. her cheeks
ashen.
"Cyrll" she exclaimed.
Bob stood cemcnted 10 the dressing.
room floor. Then he seized the tele-
a an