The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-01-07

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 | Chapter 32 PENNY THRILLS T simply can't understand you these days, darling" Lola said. Do you remember how hard used to work on your prospects?"
 "Yes," said Venice. "The cocoon is metamorphosing. Is that the word?"
 Its a swell word, whether it's the right one or not. Wait'll I tell Jerry. He informed me the other day that you're the most intriguing looking of the batch of females that came out our year." Venice quite gravely reflected that her appearance had in no way changed. It was curious how a little notice in some directions gleaned you notice in many. Super ficial, really, and stupid Like a flock of sheep. society. Where one found the pastures green the others followed to graze. She knew no genuine satisfaction for the laurels she was attaining. only a secret scorn for the donors of her favors. | At dinner much to her discomfort Ernest Price voiced his hidden doubts and she felt it necessary to defend what she didn't actually be- lieve.
 Venice is going to the Yale Princeton game with Roland Vain wright" Molly told him.
 Ut ought to be a good game he remarked.
 T didn't mean that" protested Molly. T was thinking of that handsome, dashing young man, picking Venice"
 She's too good for him"
 "Why?" asked Venice, defensi- vely.
 He's a paper doll. Prettily drawn, cut from good expensive paper
 You're always bitter about so- ciety's Gods" Venice could not re- sist suggesting.
 And you're always bitter about your other self"
 What other self?" asked Molly, intensely interested in this duel of words
 The grave, shy self Venice is doing her best to smother" 1 Venice, gazing at his wide sol- emn eyes behind their glasses, liked him but wondered how any one could be in love with him. Like consorting with viyisectiorlist. This idea wavered as they rose from the table and he subtly yet he1pfully aided Molly to find her stick and shove her back her chair. She doesn't even realize he's helping her, thought Venice. He's kind and good and sincere. This last adjective came back to stab her with it's import. He made her ashamed Momentarily, she ad- limited to herself that she battled against him when she actually agreed with him perfectly. They were leaving the dining room. He touched her elbow. She started.
 Never mind, Venice," he said kindly. You can be honest with me one of these days" She blushed. He was uncanny. Mir. and Mrs. Wainwright drove with Venice and Rollo to the game. Venice was glad. The conversation was desultory and uninspired but being four sided it saved her the mental effort of keeping the faun in his racoon coat amused. She shifted the responsibility to his parents and enjoyed looking out of the window, watching the steady stream of cars crowded with gay faces. A ctrysanthemum on a shoulder here, blue ribbon on a lapel there.
 They lunched at Rollo's club and everything was crowded and rushed and exciting. Venice found herself looking here, there and everywhere for Drake Farrelly. It was silly There was no particualr reason why he should be at the game. They ran into Lola and Jerry on the street, stirging along with the big crowd, gay, turbulent river of hu- man souls flowing towards the bowl. At the game they bumped Unto Ann Duryea with a man on either arm. The crisp air had bitten color into her face and she was almost purple. She heavy and indifferent but her escorts were eagerly bending down towards hez Ito catch anything she might choose to utter. Venice observed as she land Rollo walked close in theiz