The Washington times., 1931-02-14

felt when his humble ancestry
was mentioned, there wer2
days and days that I simply
couldn't tolerate the thought
of loving him.
OF course, I was deceiving
him, too. Daily I was taking
my morphine injections, a sit
uation of which he had not
the slightest inkling. 1t was
a case of deceiving deceivers,
suppose. But, I am getting
far aead of my story.
AS mentioned before, I was
smitten the moment I laid eyes
on him, and, the thought that
he was engaged to Agnes preyed
on my mind, day and night. 1
continued seeing him on the
lots, however, and finally I
consented to accompany him
on a party, although I had
firmly made up my mind that
I would have nothing further
to do with him, because he was
an engaged man.
Then, stories appeared in the
newspapers to the effect that he
and Agnes had broken; that
their engagement was perma-
nently in the discard. I never
shall forget how happy I was.
1 believe this was the only oc-
casion in my life that I ever
reveled in somebody else's mis-
fortune-if I might call it that.
Subsequent developments, how
ever, led me to believe that
she was a lucky girl.
The Daily "ShOt"
Meanwhile I continued with
my drugs. Day by day my need
for the daily "shot" grew more
aggravating. was living in a
big rambling patio-rented-at
that time, and my mother had
returned West.
Immediately after her arrival
I had filed a suit for divorce
from DR.. Goodman, and pend
ing trial of the issues-extreme
cruelty-I felt free to go around
with Bic.
He visited me almost every
night, and, prior to his trip
East, we had become engaged.
Between my craving for the
drugs and my heartsoreneSS
over RIGS absence I put in
miserable two months while he
was away.
Then, the day of his return,
we uuarreled over one OF the
funniest things imaginable. 1
had had onions-fried onions
for dinner and he raised a terri
fic rumpus because dared to
kiss him when he alighted from
the train.
This was soon patched up.
We anxiously awaited the day
nv divorce decree from DR..
Goodman would become final.
we'll, to make a long story
short, we undereStimated the
date by one day, went 10 River
side, and were married.
Accused of Bigamy
Upon our return to Los Ange-
les we were dumbfounded to see
an article in the newspa 2erS to
the effect that I was guilty OF
bjgamy.
Oh, Lord! What a night put
in! I expected every minute Tor
the police to come in amid lead
me away to jail. I was terrified.
So was Ric. We hastily made
arrangements for parate
rooms and spent our first night
of welded life apart.
And, the next day, when the
required legal time was up,
what a time we had in getting
remarked. The pastor who had
married us before thought we
were crazy and wouldn't retie
the knot.
We found another one, not so
fastidious, however, and we
were G1SU oil ONCI dSdI1A' E1A4NB
as usual, little Alma, always to
be depended upon for something
different, tainted. I collapsed
in heap, unconscious, at the
completion of the ceremony.
1 don't know whether it was
the let-down from my nervous
strain, caused by the fear of ar
rest, or whether it was from the
fact that I had not had my
daily shot" But, anyhow, I
tainted in my bridegroom's
arms.
Ric was extremely concerned
about me and carried me out to
our car. And, that night, we
occupied the same room, snap
ping our fingers in the faces Of
several reporters who deigned
to break in on our happiness.
Continued Monday
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