The Daily Alaska empire., 1934-03-10
GODDESS
by Herberf Jensen

probably the best copy of the lot O. us. and wnen Horatio Greene says you're good copy. -"
 VHE slanting rays of the afternoon
 sun flashed through the oper ports. Despite the altitude 1t was warm within the plane once they had lifted above the zone of rair clouds. The cabin echoed with the drone of the motors and lurched ir the bumpy air.
 Langton was in the master.pilot's seat. delighted as child with ar old. familiar toy. Spin Winslow loafed next to him. behind the dua controls. yawning between spells oi dozing. Three young men squatted in the rear of the cabin muttering a strange iargon. One wore an over seas cap with a tarnished insignia The cap looked somewhat moth eaten.
 They seemed very. very absorbed with the antics of two small red cubes with white dots on the sides Juan was with them, and Greene was nearby indulg!hg in his favor ite occupation: talking. In pair of seats halfway between the crsp shooters and the pilots were Janice aEd Frank. They did very little else than to look at each other, smiling occasionally.
 "... then. when Spin got our mes, sage" Greene apparently did not think it worthwhile 10 address any. one in particular-"he picked up three young hoodlums he knew. ar ranged for this bus. got a machine gun, swallowed his lousy disposi. tion-a record of some kind, veri. table Ripley, in iact-and in three hops, total elapsed time less than twenty-four hours. landed on the beach back there on the coast. We met him there. We took off just before dawn. Not seeing Janice and Billy at the valley we kept on to the city of the pyramid. We ar rived just in time. We couldn't land until Janice let the leopards, rean tigers. loose. She did a good job there :. so We"
 Spin Winslow. strolling back. asked in loud voice if Greene had ever heard the story of the half smoked stump of the Corona Corona perfect cigar and the wao of chew ing tobacco that were floating side by side down the Mississippi.
 No" replied Greene testify Whats that got to do--"
 The three young men at the crap game looked up grinning.
 Well" answered Spin gravely, the wad of chewing tobacco asked the perfecto. How far are we from New Orleans?' The perfecto replied. with an expression of distaste on it's .. um. gold band. Listen, punk: I'm too hundred miles from New Grleans. Where do your get that we estuffl's
 Frank chuckled at the discom fted look on Greene's face. The crap game continued. Finally Ja nice leaned toward Frank.
 You won't =. you won't go away again. ever?" she whispered.
 The burnt child fears" he be gan. but the tenderness in his eyes belied the implication Of his word.
 Janice wrinkled her nose. You can take it" she quoted colloquial ly. Tt was those darn dishes."
 "Dishes?"
 You mentioned our doing the dishes" she stated firmly. q hate 'em."
 Mot even if help?" Well" she replied consideringly. Probably there's some dishwash ing that has compensation" She looked up at him winningly. Her voice was honey-sweet with propi tiation. But if we do camp out from time to time in one of your jungles, we'll htve Juan along. won't wei? Her eyes coaxed. And" she concluded brightly. "he can help | too"
 Frank laughed and nodded. Greene, sotto voce to Winslow said, And that means. Spin. that l the big palooka and Juan will wash and wipe the dishes between them" The little man sighed. And that means that when we get back to Hollywood tomorrow 1 hunt me an. other job."
 Another job?" queried Spin skep. tfcally. Why don't you go to work for a change, you bum!" | (Co5viSAt. Io34. 6y Herbert Jsns.sJ