The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-01-18

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 Oh" Color dyed her cheeks a deeper pomegranate than the fires painting. She wanted to tell him now Words seemed to fail her and she was miserably unsure of how to go about it. 'I-you-"
 Never mind, Venice You're somehow nice anyway in spite of it all"
 There was a pause. She turned to smile slowly at him.
 T want to tell you everything" she managed
 About what?" About me-"
 Don't. Perhaps you'll be sorry tomorrow"
 "I'l never be sorry. I've wanted to tell you almost ever since that evening when you came to see me. hired Guy Bryson, the married one, as a refined sort of gigolo. !" Venice paused.
 You did what9"
 She was frightened. She was doing it so badly and an almost shocked look came into his eyes. Suppose she finished it off com pletely now and was never to see him again?
 You did what?' he repeated.
 He's like judge, she thought forlornly, cold and indifferent.
 "Yes. I picked him up at. tho Cafe de la Paix. It's-I alwyas was pathetically stupid and bashful about parties, Just the way seemed on the Goadbys' stairs. longed to be popular and couldn't. I wanted to get out of 1t all and study things but mother goaded me on. She said social success was the only thing in @ woman's life. One party after another was sheer agony to me. I invariably sneaked home alone at night in a taxi after a miserable evening of standing about or dancing interminably with one man. and, if were lucky, an other. Then after mother died determined I'd manufacture a past for myself and come home inter- esting. There would be something mysterious about me then to in- trigue people. It wouldn't matter how dull my conversation was"
 She paused. His eyes were study ing her face as though it was an intricate map. She looked away her heart heavy.
 "But-but I had no way to get started. That's where Guy Bryson came in. He introduced me to the Marquis. And the day Rene asked me to marry him he had to pay a certain debt to a woman he loved wouldn't marry him and so he couldn't pay her She stopped It all seemed so hopeless. What else could she add? There was long silence, She couldn't look at him somehow turning the tall glass between her hands, her eyes on the amber
 liquid.
 T Please say something" she fin
 ally managed. T won't mind"
 She suddenly heard his gay, in. fectious chortle. Her glance lftee to fly to his face. His head wa thrown back and he was laughing
 He finally had to take out hi.
 handkerchief to wipe his eyes.
 You're a darling" he said. "What!'
 Dear. silly, unhappy, humorous
 little Venice Muir" I'm not" She was almost laugh ing too.
 And the picture really is lovely The brush strokes aren't super ficial or the colors hackneyed. 5 saw it the third time in an artifi l cial light" Drake told her. ] ''Oh, Drake" she clasped he ] hands excitedly. Let's have an other drink. To you and me some [ how
 "You bet"
 And have time for courses a Columbia. DO you remember yo' lsaid most cuttingly I wouldn'
 have?"
 And you said you'd see me a q the Charity Ball just as cuttingly 3 You did see me, didn't you? Wh ! do you suppose I went7" ITO give your sister big even [. ing of course" She made a uttl T moue. Why did you say I was : dangerous woman as far as yo d were concerned. Drake?" Fl Because liked you so over : whelmingly much in spite of tn r spicy rumors that didn't like . hllr