Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1931-06-30
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LANE BARRETT. IS and beau
tifui. lives in u crnmped New
York apartment with her mother.
CASS BARRETT. n rather faded
actress. One hot night Lame goes
20 dinner with MOLLY CRONIN,
n neighbor, and two OF M0lIy,s
men friends. The two men quar-
rel and one In shot. Lame. frantic.
sends for her mother who arrives
aud convinces SHANE McDER-
MID, the young policeman en-
charge. that the girl fs innocent
Of wrongdoinE. That night mt the
thenter where ass appears Lame
encounters q handsome stranger
who speaks her name.
Cass receives nm offer 20 play
stock at n Long Island
q II which wealthy MRS.
CLEEsPAUGH In a patron. Lane
In 60 work I'm the box ofBce. shnr-
Ing duties with MURIEL LADD.
pretty society girl. ELSIE MN
20 Give CLEEsPAUGH, son Of
theater patron. shane Me-
Dermid comes to tell Lame the
mnn wounded I'm the gun hre will
Muriel Ladd Invites Lame 20
her home nnd there the girl nGaln
meets the handsome stranger. His
name is VAN ROBARD. lie takes
Lame home. When Cass learns
this she fS excited and makes
Lame promise to have nothing
more 90 do with him. Mrs. CIees-
laugh asks Cass 90 let Lame spcnd
the winter with her and Cass
promises 10 consider this. CHUCK
Newspaper man and
admirer az Muriel. calls at the
hente and he and MurIeI drive
away. Van Robnrd declares they
nave eioped. ard starts after the
couple. taking Lame with him.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER vi
"WHERE'S that girl? Where Is
she?" ragged Mrs. Ladd.
storming up and down the little
Louis XVI sitting room. migrate,
wretch"
The words tumbled from her
twisted scarlet mouth. Her LONG.
1eweled fingers wove IN and out OF
the chain OF %glittering stones she
wore, ~torturing II. threatening TO
tear 1t asunder. Lame stood in the
doorway with Van Robard behind
her. watching Mrs. Ladd with q
dread sort OF fascination. I'D and
down she stormed. the petals OF her
i~eaf-green frock billowing out be-
fore her. her auburn hair. curIed
and crinkling like Bacchus locks,
topping her tall figure absurdly.
Van Robard advanced. We've
secured the shore road" he told
her. We've been everywhere. No
trace Of rhe car"
Mrs. Ladd drummed on a marble
topped table with vermilion-tipped
fingers. The emeralds on her bosom
flashed balefully as her breath
came and went. "And it's-what?
Half-past one?"
Nearly that" Van corroborated
solemnly. consulting his wrist
watch.
"Oh, do something. Do some
thing!" the woman walled. coILaps-
ing suddenly. There must be
something. Why can't / think what
TO do?"
The papers'll have II tomor-
row." she muttered, lifting her
head again. Mice. Shiny mess they
will make OF IL. And what's her
father doing? That's what Id like
to know. Oh. yes. IL he'd spend a
bit OF his time at home, instead OF
trailing chorus girls, II mlghtn't
have happened lie was supposed
to be looking after the child"
WAN looked uncomfortable. Lame
ventured TO say timidly in the
pause. Would you mind taking me
home now? My mother will be
terribly worried. I didn't have time
to leave her a message. We rushed
of SO quickly"
Yes. yes. 60. all Of you. OF
course. The sinking ship" cried
the woman in the gold chair, wild
iy. You, Van, run along and for
get me and my troubles" She lifted
streaming eyes to his concerned
face.
Il had no business. Adele. IN the
first place. to drag this poor child
into it," he began uncomfortably.