The Washington times., 1935-01-12

ITS his beer. He buys the
makinS."
We'll, but you do all the labor.
Why couldn't we toddle up there
and get some, Julie?"
Because we can't" snapped
Julie. I'm not on speaking
terms with the gent tonight"
"Oh, I see. But what's the
harm of me going up and put
ting in requiSition?"
You stay put. This alcohol
Tony brought is plenty potent.
Come on-tune in on some jazz.
Let's dance!"
Heavy Heart
Julie did not awake until II
the next morning and then to
frightful headache. That altN-
hol must have been wood, all
right-to make her head feel so
heavy.
AS to her heart-oh, no, it
was heavy because of Stuart.
Stuart loved another girl. But
Stuart couldn't have the girl;
she was marrying the rich boy
from New York. Julie sat up.
grinning in spite of the thump-
ing pain in her head, and began
to pull on her stockings. 1t was
going to be little jules turn
today. Shed have to 60 easy
be very sympathetic and sweet
to Stuart. Shed cook that Ital.
ian mess he liked. 1t was a lot
of work and she didn't bother
with it often, but she would
today. Now was her time! AS
soon as the Standing girl was
married she'd catch him on the
rebound, or her name wasn't
Julie De Wore. (Of course, her
name wasn't Julie De Vore-that
was just her stage name. It
would be awkward when she had
to tell Stuart that her name
really was Julie Sourbach, to
have it legal on the marriage
licenSe) Oh, we'll, what the
heck! The main business was
to make herself attractive to
Stuart. She spent nearly an
hour beading her eyelashes with
mascara. Then, before she left
her apartment, she telephoned
the grocery to have various Ital.
ian foodstuffs sent up to Mr..
Pennington'S house.
AS she started up the hill, Julie
saw that Mr.. Jingle (the Penning.
ton fliVVeD was in his niche. So
Stuart had not gone out this morn.
ing. Poor dear, he must have tried
to get his own breakfast and she
was afraid the coffee can was
empty! She picked up the folded
newspaper from the walk and
tucked 1t under her arm without
glanc1ng at it as she hurried up
the path. Stuart would be work
ing at his new picture, of course
Thing Is Sweet" and so he'd
that one about Every Bitter
never think of the paper. Poor
oil kid! Too bad to be in love
with the wrong girl. But just let
him wait-Julie could be pretty
sweet, too!
So absorbed was the house
keeper-model in planning her first
words to the disconsolate Stuart
as she gifted her latch-key into
the door that she did not notice
the piece of note paper which had
slipped to the floor from where
Stuart had fastened it in the
crack. She trod over it unseeingly
as she entered the house.
The big studio room was flooded
with sunshine. The easel stood in
the north window as usual. But
the place was strangely silent.
STUART" she called, beginning
to be frightened. And STUART"
she called again as she ran
through the kitchen where the
stale beer stood on the sink as she
had left it yesterday afternoon.
She wrenched the back door open.
STUART" Her voice broke as she
saw the spade where he had
dropped it across his little garden
bed, when he had seen Sharlene.
Fears Confirmed
She came back into the studio.
glanced hopelessly into the bed.
rooms and then sat down SLOWLY
and stared at his easel So, he
hadn't come home from the Stand.
rings. Or if he had, only to dress
and go back. Probably had a swell
prepuptial party there last night,
Only-they wouldn't have the kind
OF a party that lasted all night and
INTO the next day. Her head
throbbed intolerably. She went to
see II there was any coffee left. A
couple of Spoonfuls. She put on
the tea kettle. While she waited for
1t to boil, she moved about rest
lessly, worrying . The poor sap
wouldn't go and-kill himself,
would he? In a sudden panic she
flew back to the studio and grabbed
up the newspaper. She turned to
the back page-to the death no.
tices. Merits! It wouldn't be there.
1t would be on the front page. She
tIlpped the paper over. E.
She stood very still, staring. Stu.
art Pennington'S face looked up at
her. Sharlene Standring beside
him. 1t wasn't death-it was
what were the headlines? Married
Yuma
Il don't believe it," Julie cried
aloud in the silent room. The