The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-01-16

Farrelly?" Her tone was casual,
 indifferent. She eyed the dancers
 as she spoke, as though they were
 her main interest in life.
 Drake Farrelly," speculated
 Donny Don't know him.
 "Yes, you do. A friend of the
 Goadbys. Don't you remember him
 at Mrs. Goadby's dinner for Lola
 a couple of months ago?"
 "Oh, yes, a pleasant sort of chap
 Nc, I never see him anywhere Lets dance" smiled Venice.
 Denny had become real friend of
 he's. Although you couldn't show him the inside of things that really
 mattered he was comfortable and
 easy to be with.
 Her next attempt at contact with Drake was tossed carelessly at
 Lola. Rain was dropping great
 pear-shaped tears down the win
 dows and an unhappy wind was
 sobbing outside. The two girls sat
 in Lola's bedroom and it was the
 friendly sort of afternoon that they
 had so often enjoyed before Venice
 had become a lady with a past.
 Let's have some contract one night this week." Lola said idly.
 Let's" agreed Venice, and then
 craftily, Why don't you get Drake
 Farrelly? He plays an excellent
 game"
 Good idea. Call him up right
 now. He's with Peasley and Whit
 combe."
 4Oh, you call him."
 My Godfrey, you're not turning
 shy again. Venice, after your res
 urrection?"
 No, but I don't know him so very well. Go on, Lola" "Too much trouble, darling. I'll have Jerry do 1t tonight
 Lola telephoned Venice that ev-
 ening that Jerry had asked Donny
 Reese instead.
 Oh, God, thought Venice, and
 snapped the receiver into place
 There was no way she could manage it. Drake Fa1relly might as well be wiped from her slate of the present and relegated to her pigeon-hole of pleasant memories And she did so urgently want te tell him everything. Be herself just once since she had come home from Europe at any cost. But she couldn't shove him SC easily from her mind and her eyes still swept an assembled drawing roomful with the hope of seeing that black, carven hair and the hazel eyes that twinkled. She tried again with Lola.
 Drake plays much better game ! than Donny. Let's have another . evening and include him?" You must have sneaky feeling $ for him, darling. Drake's nothing " to quote Culbertson about" 2 And that was that. It was with $ this rebuff to her maneuvers that o she actually drew in her feelers a and resignedly abandoned her ef- n forts to get in touch with Drake e With this definite withdrawal she $ knew a dreariness and lack of an : anticipation as to what life mighl n hold for her.
 IS Emerging from her English It. $ erature course one evening Sht $ stepped out into a driving sleet T Icy wind sent it slanting down like !, curtain of so much liquid steel y It pressed her skirt back agains
 her legs and sent cutting particles s, into her face. Impossible to hold ul It an umbrella and even more impos IS sible to find a taxi. She made he 'e way down to Riverside Drive ant Q took a bus that went east at On, II Hundred and Tenth Street. In tn al bus she took out her vanity cas- ? and peered at herself in the smal F mirror. She wanted to laugh ou Id loud Wet streaks of hair wer IS plastered to her cheeks, lookin s. like strings of melted copper wire ie Her, hat had somehow change er shape and the fur of her colla to looked like drowned cat. He Tt cheeks were stung crimson lik Ut splotches of cheap rouge and he
 nose and forehead were shinin W and wet.
 pe "If some one like Roland Vain h wright could see me now, tn st well groomed Venice Muier!" Sh Id grinned
 " Fare, miss"
 w She started, to meet the condue 1e tors impatient stare and out Of stretche dhand bearing the sma Id contraption for ten-cent pieces. ht At Eighteenth Street she got ol 10 and scuttled across Fifth Avenu ly the wind pressing her clothes bac ps against her as urgently as on Or d. Hundred and Sixteenth Street, u ig sleet still as persistently cuttin ly Stepping up the curb she slippe re and fell. She sat in a small pudd
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