The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-05-10
by Julia CleH-Addan,s

Man would be more bearable to- morrow She hoped that Eddie wasn't breaking any records, get ting down to the airfield. He was fine flier, an iron-nerved bird man" whose fame had spread whose luck" was by-word. But Georgie thought him-she put it bluntly-a rotten motorist. What ever carried him-motorcycle oi car, he took insane risks with it.
 Georgie, passing the window that by daylight lit this upper hall drew aside it's tapestries and peer ed out. A car was at the door, an uncommonly nice car, in SC Liar as the street lights let her see it. The figure at the wheel was indistinct until another car passed and it's headlights raked him. Garth Agency.
 She raised a half-amused eye brow and proceeded on her way. Tn the bedroom permanently re- served for her, she pulled off her overall. Making up her face at the glass, she pondered on the odd chances of life. Of all the men she'd met, Agency was the only one of the type that funny kid Jenny called worth while. But Georgie was not a flirt and she got no great pleasure out of the fnfatuation of a man who meant nothing to her. She wished |.she could tell him straight out that by this time tomorrow she would be Eddie Townsend's wife
 That reminder of tomorrow swept everybody but Eddie from her mind She went into her work ing room and found the promised scrawl upon the desk. City Hall twelve sharp. Will get lone oi car from someone"
 Poor old Ed spelling was not his strongest point! But what did that matter? He didn't need to spell. He hurtled along in the air or the earth, a big, simple grinning, greedy boy! She thrilled at that. She understood it. She was-outside the ruthless discipline of her job-like that herself.
 Jenny knelt at the open window and watched the opposite roof tops grow black and lacked as the young moon slipped down the sky
 In distant square a clock chim- ed Eleven? No, not yet, quar- ter to-
 Her birthday was nearly over.
 She put her forehead down on her cold, clasped hands and at oslce pictures were painted against the darkness. 4 clearing in a forest full of moonlight, straight green tree with straight silver can- dles on it.
 She unclasped her hands and moved them until they gripped her shoulders, half expecting to feel them buried in fur White fur, But her shoulders were bare. And she was a fool to kneel here spoil ing the wonderful gown.
 There was nothing-was there? ito agonize about, just because a tall slim, hazel-eyed man had tumbled headlong into love with Georgie and didn't trouble to con- ceal it. Even if his love was hope less-and it would be, for Georgie really did care most for Eddie the elusive laughter would not be banished forever from the hazel eyes. He would forget-this mys- terious incalculable Garth Agency would forget Georgie in time; as completely as he had no doubt by now forgotten Georgie's little cou- sin Jenny.
 Eleven o'clock With the last chime came the sound of Georges key in the front door and the sound of her voice, and the sound of a mans voice answering her.
 Jenny's face scorched suddenly in the darkness of the bedroom and she stumbled to her feet. Wien she had made a bad head ache an excuse not to go on to the Crescendo with Ryder Vale, she had thought she needn't see Garth Agency again tonight She had stupidly forgotten that Georgie might bring him here, and she had forgotten too, that if Georgie didn't go to the Crescendo either, she wouldn't know that Jenny had come home
 The simplest thing, considered Jelfny, would be to undress very quietly in the darkness and go to bed. She groped for the intricate lfastenings of her new frock and at last stepped out of it and car- ried it to the wardrobe. This wardrobe stood across from the un-