The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-02-07

| pay TOT our CrlnKS?
 Its my party vociferated the
 short woman in yellow whom the
 others called Constntia and treat
 ed with a sort of contemptuous
 tolerance. T wish Miss Raoul
 could have come but I've got Fan
 Rin and her dancing partner and
 that sweet boy out of Here's Hop
 ing' and MT. Lodely is a find
 Bring your friend along, MT. Lode
 ly. she looks a sweet girl"
 The lovely young duchess hooked
 an arm around Mark. His crutcil
 slipped perilousy. He looked into
 her fair face that had not in it
 one glint of character or cour-
 age. and swore at her bitterly
 for her clumsiness. She squealed l hel delgiht.
 [ "Oh, simply jingle for you!
 How urgent it feels to be sworn at in the first five minutes
 generally that doesn't come till
 SC much later onl MT. Lodely
 wien my divorce is through, will
 you marry me? I shan't have
 cent, of course, because North
 ering is going bankrupt directly af-
 rewards, but you'll be making
 thousands and really I can dress
 on very little" A blond youth with red-rimmeo eyes interposed a witticism which temporarily incapacited the entire company with the exception of the
 hostess; she was trying to rope
 in two slim, sequin aero hats who were just emerging from their dressing-room.
 Now, do come to my party, it's aG the Capo, just ask for Mrs, Lewis J. Jacobson's table-therell be whole gunch of the loveliest folks" The acrobats, who were Rossians, made exquisite gestures iof misunderstanding, threw their white dust-cloaks around them anc rar off in the direction of the wings.
 Coming, Leilas" smiled Mark Coming, sweet girl?"
 T may come on later, but must see Patsy Raoul. I want Barbara to fix her house for her but"
 Mark did not trouble to listen A man known as Freddy was pull ling impatiently at him and he set himself to traverse the space be- fore him. The blond Freddy was as inadequate a support as one might have expected from his ap- pearance and Mark was relieved when he hastened on in front and opened and shut doors instead. Marks brow was wet by the time he had dragged himself out of the theatre and into the car which awaited them.
 E Nevertheless. he was still smil- ling as they drove off at the tail |of the festal procession. He was not going to lose his temper ex- |cept when he could do it to dre- matic advantage. While Freddy lend the duchess continued to be- |sn ear the name and fame of Mrs Lewis J. Jacobson with mud-the livery car that held them was, he gathered, hers-he tried to fix his mind upon the next few hours. I.ritatingly, Leila's scarlet and gold Heated before his vision. T loathe the De Capo, absolute fly loathe it, announced the duch- less, getaing briskly out as the car drew up before a portico outlined in small blue lights. You'll see to MT. Lodely, Freddy darling? Cos I have to try and find Big |gles.'
 Freddy held the door of the car and looked vaguely after her.
 "If you hate staying with me as much as I hate having you stay" said Mark, we've got a lot in common. Suppose we meet in- sice?"
 Freddy, released, bolted after the duchess and Mark took his time By inside porter, cloakroom attendant and page, he was even |tually ''seen" into the club. The atmosphere of Mrs. Jacobson's par ty had grown more quarrelsome but more tolerable.
 The gold-capped woman was whispering to a beautiful young boy, she had dropped the sketch es of Patsy Raoul under her chair. With care Mark retrieved them and sitting down outside the circle be- gan to draw upon their backs. He drew his hostess, Constantia J. Jacobson; drew her wrangling, drew her eating, and finally, from memory, drew her blandishing the Russian acrobatS. He had so far |gone unobserved and when he had touched in the thickness of 1ins