The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-01-07

and quiet.
 DO you know Ann Duryea?" she asked.
 "Yes I met her at Lola'S."
 Do you think she's attractive?"
 "She has that certain something. You know that girls been through all sorts of narrowing experiences. "
 "Yes." Venice smiled to herself She and Ann DNryea were drawing benefit from the same over-rated fount.
 It was an exciting game. More than the actual football Venice en- joyed the human sea, wave on wave up the tiers of the bowl All at once the whole ocean would rise and gesticulate and scream. Cries hung heavy as something tangible on the air. Down on the gridiron small figures made formations, scat tered, stopped, huddled. Some one lay flat on the ground, limp and inert, and was carried out to cheers that raised his name on high.
 They mad dined at Rollo's club in an effort to escape the crowd driving back. Venice felt tired and in some inexplicable way cheated. She had so eagerly hoped to see Drake Farrelly. The envious eyes of the girls she knew, taking her in on Rollo's arm, were scant consola- tion for the genuine boredom she suffered with him.
 Back in New York about mid- night they stopped at the Vain wrights' for a delicious supper awaiting them in the high-ceiling- ed, spacious dining room. Then Rollo took her home.
 Before her own front door he attempted to kiss her. She felt cool and immaterial and not as if she was apart of the scene at all.
 Please" she protested, drawing besNh dSdAlct lllC OOOl.
 Don't be silly, Venice. I think you're the most wonderful girl I've ever known"
 T hate penny thrills"
 Why should it be a penny thrill? It's worth hints to me-"
 "Oh, mo-" she laughed and turned to unlock the door.
 He stopped her hand that turned the key.
 Are yo uone of these prudes?' he demanded, irritably.
 T don't know what I am," she answered quite honestly. She was a bit bothered about what she should do. She must have him in attend, ance but she wasn't going to hold out imitation bait. She had suc- ceeded in wrestling her hand loose from his and had opened the door. She stepped inside holding it wide. "It's been a perfect day, Rollo. Thank you ever so much. Next time come to dinner with me and we'll try to make me out"
 He laughed suddenly.
 You're a damn sight to intri- cate for me- he said and took a quiet step towards her. She was in his arms and his mouth was against hers. She did not struggle, remained cool, and limp and in- different. When he let her go his face was faintly cfiagrined.
 Tt was hardly worth even a penny. I'm sorry you did that, Rollo."
 I'm sorry too" he said surpris- ingly enough. No one enjoys a chilled dish.'
 And no one enjoys being refer red to as something to eat" she retorted. She gently closed the door.
 : Instead of leaving him the in jured one, she had given him the impression that he had hurt her.
 she yawned innumerable times as she undressed for bed and was too tired and sleepy to bother to think about Roland Wainwright. She didn't even stop to wonder whether she had been diplomatic or undiplomatic with him.
 A few days later she went to see Molly and tell her all about the game. Her description was glow ing and exciting. It held all the joyous clements she would have liked 1t to hold, none of which she had actually beer able to feel. Afterwards she walked home across the park. It was late afternoon and the sky was a rich dark blue. Trees, chillily nude of their summer fo- liage, were sharply silhouettei against the warning daylight ann the distant lights along Fifth ave- nue were strangely caught in then branches. Odd the tricks perspec- tive can play. Related nurses hur- lried home with their perambulators and indifferent policemen with faces like healthy apples swung their billies and sauntered along occasional walks.
 Ahead of her. for ct least 2 quarter of a mile. . young man hurried who gradually attracted
 her interest, first with his atten-