The Washington times., 1931-12-28
CHAPTER EIGHT

"Right-o. They can take care
OF it till morning. I guess those
tires can't be patched up. They
were slashed through and
through by some venomous
beast"
Telling her to drink. her
\ coffee, the doctor went out to
telephone instructions about it.
Immediately Laurel pulled cut
/ her compact from the bosom Of
/ her evening dress.
She had removed the bandage
from her forehead. She gazed
into the little mirror now. .
saw that her skin, though pale,
was exquiSitely translucent.
What did the good-looking
doctor think Of her? Had she
wiped away the remembrance
Of her hysterical outburst?
He was so attractive that she
couldn't bear it If he really
thought disparagingly Of her. :.
When he came back she said
airily: Pull some more ideas
out Of your hat. Big Boy! You
interest me E-nor-mouS-ly!"
Laurel woke up at 10, next
morning, and her head was
throbbing.
She lay in her lovely hand
painted Venetian bed that was q
couple Of centuries old, and
stared at the sunbeams dancing
on the ceiling.
God! what night she'd had!
The mad whoopie, followed by
her unconventional meeting
with the young doctor!
What had he thought of her?
Disapproved, of course, as
any serious-minded man would
do. 80?
Well, being disapproved of
was much better than not being
noticed.
This internal head of nersl
Shed certainly earned it. right
enough. She'd better get her
self together and go in the bath
room for aspirin and bromo-
seltzer.
With a groan she got her feet
over the edge of the bed and
EMERGED from the sheets in
elegant satin pajamaS.
A great mirror reflected her
from top to toe as she thrust
her feet in ostrich tipped
'mules" and Strengthened her
self.
Even with this head that
throbbed like a hundred devils,
she was as lovely as Harrison
Fisher picture. She stared at
herself like the young NarclsSus
in love with his own image.
If che" could see. -? Had
she looked a fright last night,
what with the blood and the
bandage and the drunken
ness. -?
There were intriguing shadows
round her eyes Just now. Her
little heart-shaped face was eX-
quiSite in its clear pallor.
A LOtta BOl0gny
Well, love and romance were
q lot Of bologny% And If the
young men thought she was ter.
rible. what did it matter, any
how?
Laureal went to the bathroom
and with shaking hands poured
herself a stiff bromo-seltzer. A
couple Of aspirinS followed that
taken with water.
If she'd only stuck to water,
and cut out some of this high
speed whoopie. -!
But life would be darn dull
then. If one we're going to get
any kick at all, one must go
with the rouStaboutS.
She got back in bed and lay
still, so that the aspirins and
bromo seltzer would have a
sporting chance with her.
The French telephone beside
her bed tinkled. She took the
receiver off its hook.
Hello. OBJ! that you, Im?...
yes, this is Laurel speaking.
Followed a jabbered apology
from her girl-friend.
"Oh, that okay with me. ="
murmured Laurel philosophical
ly, whats a glass of Scotch in
the eye between a couple of
palS!"
More explanations. AS she
listened, Laurel made a humor-
GUS face at her own image in
Z the mirror opposite her.
"You meant to smack Roger
In the eye instead Of me? Why,
that was mighty nice Of you,
sweet Jchild!. What's that you
say?. Jealous because he
danced with me that way?...
you old gazok, you're all wetl"
More babble from Imogen on
the wire. Don't be an idiot,
I'm. Follow the motto of the