The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-11-23
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Where? Tell us" The suave table with it's shin- ing candles faded He saw him. self, arriving in Vienna, city famed for it's lovely women, dream ing only of one woman. He re- lived the dead agony. Days drag ging by. Excuses for her silence, all of them to her credit. God, he'd been loyal! Since a bride groom's job was to earn a salary and he'd wanted to buy her heaps Of pretty things when she joined him, he'd pulled himself sogeth- CT.
 Pulling himself together had en- called trips to Warsaw, Poland, Belgrade, Brussels with constant anxiety that during his absence she might have s. o. Sd. him. It hadn't been pleasant to think of her sitting on dock as, friend less as an unclaimed trunk And this airy testing was his reward for that tenderness!
 HWherel" He heard hiself say- ing. Tt was on drizzling night. I'd been summoned to Paris on business. Ws seated in cafe. when an American rose from a neighboring table, leaving behind him New York paper. I reached for it. A portrait of you as a bride confronted me"
 And even then you didn't send me present."
 You should have sent her a present" Her mother sought to create a diversion.
 A grandilose story followed.
 But you're forgetting the high spot" Give maliciously capped the pinnacle. The best man, ac- cording to the account I read, was reputed to be worth twelve millions
 MT. Dawn, who sat fidgeting during his wife's bragglng, pushed back his chair.
 We were plastered with dollar signs, my boy. Like the plants that decorated the church, they were all snatched back next morn ing"
 They adjourned to the library for coffee.
 Mrs. Dawn's patted Gives arm.
 What Santa said was true we've all felt more than a little hurt by your neglect
 Being given my chance he feigned contrition, made me care- less-a little high-hat. AS con- tact for my firm in Europe where everyone had something to sell, vas treated as important. And then there were distractions.
 For instance?" Mrs. Dawn en- couraged.
 You might call them tempta- tions. In Vienna not to be roman tic is to be dead from the heels up. They're not ashamed over there as we are, of so many things that are natural. It was an eat, drink and be merry sort of life. Everybody infatuated. Looking back" he lied outrageously, Tt seems that last year is the only one in which I was ever young"
 That's no news to me-" Mrs. Dawn smiled reminiscently. "Till Santa was 13 I educated her abroad, as you know. Often I close my eyes and dream myself back to Rome, Venice, the Riviera, flowers, beauty and ten- ors with guitars, bowling like tom cats. It was pleasant. Europeans do what we only dare to thing"
 So, what I claim is that Eur opeanized Americans shouldn't be judged by our standards. They've been trained to be happy, where as, we demand that they shall be energetic. By the way, talking of curopeanized Americans, did you ever hear Santa's husband men, toned? He lived for some time in Vienna"
 Had he? Dicky Oak was still purple patch in the American col ony's memory.
 Never without a girl and always a good locker. A free-spender- a lavish lender. Handsome, deb- onair. Gifted beyond the ordin- ary; but cursed with an aversion for industry He'd defeated him self on several occasions by mak- ing his intention to marry the for tune rather than the heiress a trifle too obvious.
 MT. Dawn relieved him.
 My dear Judy, you don't ex- pect Olive to peddle gossip"
 His wife squeaked like mouse whose tail had been trodden on.
 You're ridiculous, Eric. If we don't inquire, how are We to learn?"
 The time for inquiry MT. Dawn spoke sternly, was before Sa1,ta ,c apoonar,a,,t 1vl,or, oo