Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1933-11-16

Aires, Il was-and tahbed her as star
material right away. Well, hap
pened to learn the whole story, but Il
never got out"
Garrison shifted, throwing one Lee
over the chair arm.
Lang watched him Quizzically as he
continued:
There were two Of 'em in that act.
Jose Madruga, her partners name
was He had real talent, and every
break she'd gotten had come through
him. Found her singing hash some
place and spent year training her.
They were crazy about each other.
too; at least, it was supposed to work
both ways. Planned to be married
as soon as they had a little dough
saved up. Then along came this Hol-
lywood chance for her, and blottol
She left him fiat. waltzed up here, and
now she's started running around
with some ham musician. One of the
birds that was here tonight, in fact.
Notice how quick she left after they'd
gone? Well, you know what that
means. It's the same with every one
in this town; they're all scum Of one
kind or another"
That seemed to be all.
Lang sat staring out over the patio
wall at the million-eyed city that
stretched away below the hilltop.
A Af csn hod sud
seized him, and he found, to his sur
prise. that it centered on Garrison.
The mans cynical glibness was
somehow intensely disagreeable. ABB
ruptly he crushed out his cigarette
and stood up.
well, thanks" he said, "for the en-
lightenment. I'll remember it-as q
warning. Think I'll run along now.
Always was a glutton for sleep. Good
night"
Garrison, busy with the decanter
and siphon on the little table, looked
up but didn't rise. and said:
$50 long. See you at the ZOO"
Newsom came with Lang to the
street door, and, shaking hands, told
him:
Delighted to have you here, old
man. And remember-this is just the
beginning. We want you to feel at
home everywhere and with all Of u.s."
Going down the long twisting path
toward the road. Lang pondered his
impressions of the evening. Dominant
still was the FLIP of La Mesa's spon-
tapeous charm, despite Garrison.
Strange, his instructive dislike Of that
fellow. Probably, he told himself, 1t
was only a reaction to the others
story. Somehow. being shown the
seamy side of La Mesa had been pc
culiarly unpleasant.
Finally, he recalled Newsom's fare
well remark. The mans geniality
was heavy. but obviously he had been
sincere. There was, he felt, no real
head nor tail to 1t all. An elusively
confusing business; series Of vague
contradictions. Nothing quite gave
| a clew to the solution.
Reaching the street, he went down
it. "a dozen steps to his parked car.
Suddenly he heard the dim sound
Tof voices, and glanced across the mar
row roadway.
acIn a small topless roadster two peO-
pie were seated; Lang recognized at
once the dark turmoil Of the nearest
figures head The other. he saw from
the costume, was one Of the evenings
musicians.
As he climbed in behind the coupe's
wheel snatch of their talk reached
him.
La Mesa was speaking:
:" thees new man who weel
write for me ees verree nice an I
know he weel put in the storee fine
part for you when ask heem. Then
they weel see how wonderful you are"
~ The man, his voice swift and impas-
stoned, replied:
."Ah, but so much already have you
done for me that I cannot repay. How
shall ever"
"Hush-you fooleesh|I am ashame'
Of you! Never mus you talk so crazee
again. or" her voice became teas
ing slow caress. "or I weel SEN you
back to Buenos Aires, my Jose, an
break our heartsw
Staring across at them, Lang saw
the two forms blend in clinging long
embrace.
He looked away, fumbling for the
starter switch.
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