The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-01-08

SOOli. Ntht JllIlc yOu WOu W taking a boat in five minutes" They shook hands. He noticed that surprising grip of hers.
 How unexpectedly for slim feminine girl" he said. "Charac- ter"
 Venice blushed and hurried into the house. She had never been as happy in her life before. Its a lovely evening, James" " She smiled at the old doorman.
 He looked astonished. It was the first time that Miss Muir had spoken to him conversationa1ly in the four years he had worked in thc house.
 Venice hated to go out all that next week. Suppose Drake tele- phoned. She dined at the Goad- bys' one evening and came home particularly early so that it would not be too late to rap on Nora's door and ask, Any phone calls for me, Norah?"
 "Yes, Miss Venice, A MT. Sev- ern."
 Thank you, Norah" Venice sighed. That was one of the men she had met at Lola's house. warm ing.
 Another evening Donny Reese took her to the Pierre's for dinner and dancing. As the hours wore on she went into the dressing room and telephoned home.
 Any message for me, Norah?"
 "Yes, Miss Venice. Miss Molly called up. She wants you to come over tomorrow about things to do with her wedding. She's going to be married on the eleventh"
 Thanks, Norah" Even this ex- citing news could not dispel her disappointment. It was five days since she had met Drake in the Park and he said he was going to telephone this week.
 All was happy confusion at the Spalding's the following afternoon A quaint looking French woman, no taller than a child of twelve, was there cutting out Nolly's wed- ding dress. Molly wanted to know If she could wear choker,, were long sleeves necessary, should she go away in blue or brown
 T think I'll go away in brown. reflected Molly. Ut suits my mousyness."
 Where are you going?" Venice asked.
 ITO a little hotel in the Pocono mountains Ernest knows about. If it's not too much for me we may drive on further, but Pongo is Ia fifth wheel on g honeymoon. Ten me about Roland Wainwright, Venice. Have you seen him since the Yale-Princeton gamer"
 No" And that reminded her that it was fact. Had she lost him completely? She mustn't. She wanted more of a revenge than a rejected kiss for the night of that girls cerise nails on the black broadcloth of his arm. And she had not displayed herself with him quite enough as yet either. What else? Any gaities this week?" o A small dinner at Mrs. Goadby,s for Lola and Jerry. And wonder Iful evening at the Pierre with Donny Reese" Ssz gIt's marvellous" Molly sighed ecstatically at visualized pictures of Venice successfully gadding about. 4ss .-4gr Ibid you ever hear of Drake Farrelly?" Venice asked casually. -No. Who's he?" oit .Sss "A nice person. You must meet him some time. I ran into him walking across the Park after I left you last week"
 ..Another suitor, Venice?" ,"sYes." She warned herself at this thought as though hovering on the brink of fire. l "Go on"
 .'He telephones ne almost every day"
 l ~Oh, Venice, can't keep track lOf-"
 Whats the Schuylers' address?' Mrs. Spalding wanted to know. l Venice hurried out into the hal
 where the directories were piled. ] Later Venice walked home acros. the Park hoping she would sex Drake. There were at least thre. men ahead of her that she hast. ened to pass because they vert
 about Drake's size One proved tt
 be snub-nosed Irisllman, anothel
 bore a wizened little face abou
 sixty years old and the third wa
 colored, shiny and black as oilet
 ehony.
 Any telephoness" she asked a
 Nora opened the door. I MT. Wainwright. Miss Venice He said he'd call again at eight" | Venice. eating her solitary din |nr speculated as to why she didn' lhear from Drake. He had seemet 70 friendly and pleased to zee he