Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1931-06-29
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BEGIN HERE TODAY
LANE BARRETT. ~ and benu-
tlfui. goes To thinner with OIL
CbONfNs n neighbor. and two of
Molly's men friends. The two men
quarrel N one IL nhot. Lame
frnnticaiiy sends a note 60 her
mother. CASs BARRETT. asking
her 10 come ne once. Due 10 the
mothers pleading SHANE Me-
IERMID. d policeman I'm charge.
releases the Girl.
Cass IL n rather faded aefrrs.
employed In n stock
she and Lame Eo Ia the thenter
ard later hat evening the EIri
Encounters handsome stranger
who calls her by name. A few
days later LaSs and Lame 60 20
MiiIesS stream. II. T. where CaHN
has nm engagement On n small
summer theafer sponsored by the
wenIthy CLEESPAUGH.
ELSIE MfNTER. inEenue. intro
gnces Lime 20 Give CLEES-
fA11H. Lame Il employed 20
MuRIEL LADD. n society girl.
shane McDcrmid comes 90 tell
Lame that the man woannded In
me gun fight will live. Lane a.
Erentiy relieved. Muriei Ladd In
vites Lame 10 n dinner party nc
her home and there the girl again
meets the handsome stranger who
spoke 20 her mt the thenter. His
name In VAN ROBARD.
Mrs. C~IeespauEh nsks rax. a.
let Lame stny with her in the faIl.
tnss promises 10 consider this.
When Lame returns from MurIers
party and tells Caze about meet
Ing Nobnrd the mother behaves
strangely and bess her 20 have
Lane promises with reluctance.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER V
IT lane stood in the wings. Her
mother was just coming of the
stage. rather triumphant after her
bout with those impudent lines
from Congreve.
The second act was nearly over.
There was only a bare chance that
some latecomer might arrive. de-
handing tickets. Lame crept
through the darkened house 10 the
tune OF well-bred laughter from the
subscribers as the bon mots were
tossed over the footlights. The
lobby with its modernistic zigzags
OF silver on a slate-blue background.
its astonishing mural showing Circe
among her swine. made her catch
her breath as usual. II Was such a
bold riot of color and design. She
took her place demurely behind the
gilded bars and fell to sorting stubs
with an idle hand. Lame was in a
dream. remembering the party OF
the night before. Van Robard bend
ing over her hand. His dark eyes
full on hers.
CHE was interrupted in her rev
erie by a soft voice at the win
dow. Lame looked I'D to see a
strange man standing there. regard
ing her fixedly. "A lean man with 4
soft gray hat pulled well down over
his eyes.
Too late for the fun" he asked.
Il really don't think II would be
worth your while coming in so
late" Lame told him. "How about
tickets for tomorrow nIght?"
i've come all the way from
town. To do e review for The
Sphere" the lean man amplifed.
"Give me one in the rear. there's
a good girl. / can get some Of 1t.
anyway"
"You have credentials?" Lame
asked. grown up ap2 important.
The lean young man looked family
amused. He pulled from his pocket
a soiled and battered police card
which gave his name as Charles
Desmond.
"All right. Mr.. Desmond" Lane
punched q blue ticket with due So
lemnity and handed 1t to him. Then
she locked u2 the cage. opened the
front door cautiously and showed
him TO a seat. Muriel was of duty
tonight so Lame was doubling for
her.
Thanks" The young man set
tied down in a lazy posture. AS
Lame fed back she had an impress
sion OF long legs, a shabby gray
suit which somehow suited the