Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1932-11-10
american Madness
Kay
Constance Cummings

y johnson and Constance Cummings
heavy door Cluette entered the vault.
Are the payrolls ready for to-
morrow the cashier asker.
Yes, SIR"
Let me see the cash book, will
your"
Matt entered the vault to get the
volume AS soon as his back was
turned, Cluett walked over to the clock
and changed the time lock. He stood
waiting, when Matt returned. Glanc-
ing over the figures, Cluett remarked,
Seems to me we're carrying too much
cash" with that he closed the
volume, handed 1t to Matt, and walk
ed out of the vault.
That evening, Cluett took the peeved
Mrs Dickson out stepping. They at
tended show, had an after the
theatre supper and were driving home
at 1905. Suddenly the car stopped
before an apartment house.
whats thisp" Mrs. Dickson in
quired
my apartment Cluett smiled.
II know I couldn't trust you"
Phyllis was reproachful. "You told
me you were taking me home"
Come on up, just for few min
utes," the cashier coaxed. We'll
have just one drink and then we'll
60"
"Oh no, know the answer to that
one. think you'd better take me
home.'
whats the matter, afraid papall
spank?"
1 mo, no. I'm afraid papa isn't that
much interested she laughed. Hes
4 too busy rushing off to Philadelphia
| to make stuffy old speeches at stuffy
old bankers meetings. Too busy clos
ing important big deals. I think we'll
have drink
Cluett leaped out of the car. Come
on"
You know there ought to be con-
gressional medal for men like you
Americas comfort to misunderstood
wives. never thought I'd find myself
In that class" Mrs. Dickson said as
they entered the building. Cluett was
in gay mood. What better alibi
could he have than being in the pres
ence of the bankers wife all evening"
The cashier smiled as he unlocked
the door Of his apartment and threw
it open. They both entered. Sud-
denly Cluett stopped short. He stared
look of amazement in his face
Phyllis followed his gaze, she too was
startled. On the opposite side Of thu
room, Matt sat awaiting them. He
rose from his chair as they entered.
How did you get in here?" Cluett
inquired as soon as he recovered from
his surprise.
. "The butler let me stay. told hin
1t was important. He left about ter
o'clock. Said 1t was his night off"
Cluett wheeled around, Infatuated
What do you want?"
Matt was uncomfortable. II wanted
to have a talk with you"
What about?"
Matt hesitated. "Funny--now tina
I'm here, / don't know just how tt
go about it. You see kinda expected
to find you here alone" He glanced
toward Mrs. Dickson. do you fine
stepping outside-we could-why"
There was a tone of dismissal IL
Cluett's reply. Anything you have Il
say to me, you can say in the morn
ing"
!! IF you don't mind, Mr.. Cluett, II
rather not wait. You see, it's abou
you and Mrs. Dickson.
Cluett released his hold upon tht
doorknob. Phyllis, quickly SOLDERING
looked at Matt uneasily.
Cluett, aghast, uttered, About mt
and He walked over tcware
Matt.
What are you talking about?" Mrs
Dickson inquired
"Oh, know I've got lot of nerve
butting in like this, but just couldn'
help it. I thought could stop two
people from doing something they't
be sorry for"
1 I'm not interested in what vol
think" Cluett snapped.
"Oh, you've got no right to do thi.
to her, Mr.. Cluett. Why don't 70,
think it over? It's only going to ge
you into trouble
II tell you I'm not interested ii
your opinion"
MOP" Matt turned to the woman
Maybe you'll understand, Mrs. Dick
son. Oh, gee, he's crazy about you
Nobody knows it better than you, ant
If he ever finds out, it'll kill him.
Phyllis was agitated. "Oh, Matt
you're making mistake about TIN
whole thing. There isn't anything
wrong. Mr.. Cluett and I simply CAM
here"
The cashier checked her. Phyllis
you don't have to explain anything
Then turning to Matt, he continued
you'd do well to mind, your owl
business
Matt wheeled on him. "This Is m,
business. Mr.. Dickson's has been Xix
a father to me. What has h. eve
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