The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-09-09

so unnecessarily cruel.
 Paper. MissT A bright eyed boy thrust an evening paper towards her. and Georgie mechanically hunted for a penny. Bus just going. Miss" the boy said again with an evident knowl- edge of the requirements of movie patrons.
 Georgie came back to the present with a start. and running across the road she managed to secure the last seat on the shabby little bus. The rain had stopped but every thing looked grey and desolate. the street lamps twinkling through the darkness like wet eyes.
 The world seemed to be full of tears Georgie thought in despair. Why was the world so full o. tears?
 Mrs. Drill had gone when she reached home. but Edward Ban. croft called to her from his study.
 '1Is that you?"
 "Yes."
 She went into the room.
 "l suppose you didn't think to get me an evening paper?" he asked gruffiy.
 "Yes." Georgie laid the paper on the table.
 His ey,s were upon her. ; "You'ro wet through" he said. "0o and change"
 The reluctant Kindness .n his voice brought the tears to Georgie's eyes. "It's macintosh" she said. "l shan't be hurt"
 She waited. hoping vaguely for something more, she hardly knew what. But Edward Bancroft had taken up the paper and Was en. crossed in Its contents. After mo ment she said. I've been to the pic tures."
 Anything to keep the converse. tion going; she felt as if she were shut into an empty world where there was nobody to speak to. no body to answer if she spoke.
 Edward Bancroft grunted.
 Damned silly things" he said. fought to be stopped. Even paupers seem to be able to find money to go and wallow in the rubbish they show at picture houses"
 q ike them" Georgie said.
 "Humph," he shook out the pape- impatiently. Well. here's one of the beastly places burnt down. and . good job too. Two people burnt to death. Well. what can they expect If they go to such death-traps: won. der it doesn't happen more often."
 How dreadful" Georgie said. In the following silence there was q knock at the front door: nobody ever tried to ring the bell and if they had it would have been use less.
 I'LL see who it is." Georgie said. ! Tn moment she returned. "A message from Mrs. Spears. Uncle Edward-she would like to see you"
 "Humph-well. she can walt. Say I'll come presently"
 Edward Bancroft spoke grumpily. but when Georgie returned from de- livering the message he had gone upstairs to his room.
 She repressed little smile, real ising that perhaps the Boar's Head was not the only place where what Mrs. Spears said. was meant.
 She sat down by the fire and took up the evening paper.
 A headline caught her eye, and she read on mechanically.
 "An appalling fire in the new
 Killick studios early today resulted
 in the tragic loss of two lives.
 Miss Bernie Boyd. the young film
 star who has made such a rapid
 stride towards fame during the
 past few months. was trapped in
 her dressing room. and though
 desperate attempts were made to
 rescue her. she was burnt to death
 before she could be reached. An-
 other tragic feature of the disaster
 is that Bishop Letter. wefi-known
 American visiting this country and
 who is believed to have been inter-
 ested in the KilIick Film Company.
 also lost his life at the same time:
 recognition were found close to-
 gether"
 Edward Bancroft's loud voice boomed suddenly through the si. lent house.
 "Georgie! Georgie! Where the devil is my blue suit?" and then again as no answer was forthcom. ing.
 "Georgie? Can't you hear? Why the deuce ." and then his lumber ing step came down the stairs.
 He pushed wide the halt closed study door.
 Have you gone stone deaf that you can't hear when you'ro being called? Here am =. oh my God. Georgie!"
 But Georgie was lying Euddled and insenslble on the fiour and could not answer.
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