The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-01-11

Oks~s
 Chapter 35
 BRICKS AND STRAINS A half hour, ago Venice woul, have refused. Now she wanted t, repay him for the old hurt. H. didn't even realize when he hat wounded, this unheeding, dazzling young man.
 T don't know she murmured.
 How long will it take you tt know?" Roland Wainwright asked tft'How can I tell, Rollo?' With ar effort she raised her eyes to hi face. Her curiosity to read his ex- pression overcame her shyness. He'i thinking, went her mind, that 6 Muir whose mother was a Virginia Lee is not to be scorned, that have plenty of money and that ii would be rather nice to capture a girl who had refused to marry a marquis.
 s'Give me little time" she said and brought a vivid smile to play across her face. I'm not really being cruel, she thought. He doesn't honestly love me. Hs doesn't know what it is to really love. I do so want to hurt ilis pride the way he once hurt mine
 His hands dropped from hel shoulders. He patted one of he cheeks with a touch that was gen tie but quite superficial.
 Just little time. darling" Ht smiled. He was sure of her. Shi smiled too.
 He left soon after this.
 2tYou1l go to the Charity Bal with me- he said as they stood by the front door. It was a state. ment, not a question.
 That would be lovely" returned Venice. Everyone would see then together at the Charity Ball Aftel that she would definitely dismis. him.
 Lying awake she rebelled at tht vapidity of social success It.. smothering, me, she thought IT stagnate. I must do something. II take extension courses at Columbia I'll write for a booklet tomorrow She watched the air through thu open window stirring the pinned back curtains. Pale, unhapp. wraiths, rising and falling. Restiv, and captured Like a. soul strug gling in the night. Their movemen synchronized with her breathing She dropped asleep.
 The telephone call that interTup ted Venice at luncheon the nex day drove all thoughts of Columbi, courses from her mind. There wa the noisy jingle and Nora pu down on the serving table a plat of omelette she was passing t, answer the insistent ring.
 MT Farrelly, Miss Venice"
 'sWho?" asked Venice, wonderinl If she had Ii card aright
 MT Farrelly."
 Venice dropped her napkin ol the floor in her excited hurry.
 Hello. Drake"
 Hello. Venice. I'm afraid I tool you from your lunch"
 "Who wouldn't prefer a dashin young man to an omelette?"
 'Right. An omelette is only s many eggs A young man is al sorts of unknown ingredients. Sh heard his quick infectious laugf Would you dine with me tonigh' Venice?"
 sI'd love to-"
 Excellent. HI stop for you a seven"
 ~In have my face washed an shining
 AAnd I'll wear cabbage in m buttonhole."
 Returning to the dining room Venice's heart was doing funn things that she was tremendousl excited. What should she wear That black dress with the lae collar and cuffs, or the pale grey dfey did very well with her coppt hair. She decided on the grey. had coat to match, with trs iltendous fox collar and a me- pin box of a hat that perched c ore side of her head.
 It was long day. Twice sl ta7uugl1t the clock had stopped.
 Sitting in front of the open fl awaiting his arrival she impatien iS lit a cigarette. She rarely smol ed but did not stop to wonder wi ss1e did now. A moment later sl tdnsed it into the flames and TO fofstraiehten a picture here. va fore. pummel a. pillow. change u ftje cf the window shades. The lIo t,aeld haelk into her bedroo