The tribune independent of Michigan. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1933-1935, 1934-04-14

In his arms In what seemed CEN
turtles ago. Yet the memory OF n
was as fresh as the frakraat
Flower Agnes had placed In the IA
pei of his coat.
what were you thinking
about" Agnes queried wondering
~ and he remembered her
presence.
I've got TO make a CALL" he ans
wered Jelly, as he arose and left
her.
Are you going TO call Mr. Aub-
sy' Agnes asked, following him
INTO the drawing room where he
was dialing a familiar number.
NO. he answered, in a dis
missing tone.
Sensing his ddsire TO be left
alone. Agnes went back into the
living room TO the couch with its
numerous black and silver satin
pillows.
Get Station r. ]. A. at eight
thirty Bob said. and hung up the
receiver on an inquiring who is
IL! surely she could recognize his
voice. Why had he called her any
way? Wouldn't Agnes get susnic-
iousE What If she did? Did he owe
everything 10 her for financing his
success? He meant to repay her
II ne made good. At the other end
OF the line girl stood speechless
holding the receiver which had
Drought her lovers voice 10 her
1t was Bob's voice, disguised. she
told herself What had he meant
anyway she'd tuna in and find
out
Did you get her?' Agnes sheer
ed when he re-entered the living
room
"Listn Agnes, I'm tired OF your
nasty insinuations,' he flared his
uncontrolled temper rushing 10 the
surface, II realize I'm indebted TO
you for my chance to broadcast
over Aubsy's station, but / intend
TO pay every cent OF il back TO you
II my voice brings me success.
That's an honest-to-goodness fact.
I've no
"Sit down. she interrupted.
calmly placing an irresistible
hand on his arm.
You don't realize how late it's
getting he replied. indifferently
ignoring her suggestion.
Well be leaving then" she said
quietly. trying TO avoid the threat
ening argument.
An hour later Bob entered a
sound proof studio in the Aubsy
Mercantile Building.
Meanwhile Lynne Ross listened
intently while the lucid voice OF
Ray Sparks. the announcer came
to her over the tiny radio that was
her own.
Al this time. ladies and gentle
men. the makers OF Murray Foot
ware are pleased to bring To you
the voice OF The Lone Nightin.
gale" In the person OF Bob Red
} den. a new star OF our station
who will sing for you some OF til
y popular ballads OF today and fe'
: OF HIS originals. as MIR. Redden
q an accomplished song writer. 1t
Is my pleasure to- now present N
d. Bob Redeem Mr.. Redeem
"a A startled Lynne gasped W
sta happiness at the mystery OF II
Ter IL was her Bob and he was go
er to sing to her. He was on
rk road to fame. Now she understc
re everything. IL was Agnes D'Ors
~ who had come between them.
r had accepted her because s
sr could help him. She had infiuen
J. and money. She, Lynne Ross. hi
n nothing to offer but love.
II Were so happy. the three of u
The moon. you and /"
e His deep. grooming voice wa
singing II was her song. He ha
D composed IL one night when the
? were returning home from a movi
: and had called IL their song.
Sweetheart they're playing it.
Listen to the melody"
Dreamily she closed her eye,
and softly sang with him. How
near he seemed to her. Suddenly O
vision OF a beautifully-gowned wo-
man, smiling at Bob while he sang
with eyes OF admiration came be-
fore her, giving her a mad impulse
TO turn off the radio and flee from.
she knew not what. Following that
impulse. she turned off the radio.
leaving the room strangely quiet.
Filled with anger that brought
tears to her eyes. She pulled on a
pink knitted tam and dashed from
the house like mad woman. II
didn't matter. She hailed pass
ing cab and frantically gave him
a number. Hurry please" she al
most screamed as the driver eyed
her wonderingly. He seldom drove
women to that address.
(To pa Conftnued1