Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-07-14
ar JAZZ BAND N1
An Exciting, Ultra Modern Love Story.
By Wyatt Rundell.
By Wyatt Rundell.

tain. However. he said, Lets go,
Paul" The lights were on.
IN be at Jerry-Joe's," Jessie in
formed him.
But, listen-I have To-"
"I'll be at Jerry-Joe's," she repeated,
over a shoulder.
He went slowly back to the orches-
ira, shutting his feet, pushing his way
through the crowd.
In the dressing room, when they
were through, Paul cornered Bud.
Ride in with Tom" he requested,
briefly. II want to take the flivver"
Bud looked at him queerly "Jes-
Sie?" he hazarded, hard note in his
voice.
"Well-yes. What of it?"
"Oh-it's your affair Only"
well, get it of your chest"
why don't you lay off that dame,
Paul? She's bad news-you know
that. And a swell girl like Ina"
Paul stopped him with an impatient
gesture. His eyes burned. Skip it"
he said, sharply. He turned away.
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then dismissed the incident with char
acteric abruptneSS and ran after Puny.
Paul hesitated on the steps, debating
whether or not to phone an excuse to
Ina, but finally decided against it,
resolving to make the deposition of
Jessie upon her doorstep short work
He retrieved the battered roadster
from its parking place and drove to-
ward the establishment of Jerry and
Joe.
He reckoned without the Whitewood
ingenuity. There we're merrymakers
to greet them. champagne cocktails,
dice-rolling. He could not resist. 1t
was $3.50 when he unlocked the stair
door of the apartment. The ride
through the sharp night air had
| cleared his brain, but he found that
he was still slightly unsteady on his
feet and experienced some difficulty
in fitting his key into the lock, due
to the gentle weaving of the door
stoop. He concentrated his mind upon
the explanation of his lateness, for
INFLATED on the way home. Met a guy
he had played with in Milwaukee.
Bill ConStantine-one white guy; didn't
make 'em any better. Bill had in
sisted that he come up to the room
and have one for old times sake.
Couldn't refuse old Bill. One drink
had led to another and in the absorp-
ton of Renaissance he had neglected
| to note the hour. Should have
phoned-but in the excitement of see
ing Bill, it had slipped his mind. Old
Bill Constantine. Same old Bill.
He went carefully up the stairs, his
mind busy with the story of his erst-
while comrade. The apartment was
dark and he congratulated himself
Forgetting the draught through the
rooms, he neglected to close the hall
| door, and before he had taken half
a dozen steps into the thick blackneSs
of the living room, there was rever-
berating crash. He froze in his tracks,
and listened intently for sounds of
awakening from the bed room.
Paul." Ina's voice bore the
startled ihflexion of suddenly enforced
consciousness.
yes" he echoed. He went into the
bed room, guided by the CLEAN from
the windows, and switched on one of
the dressing table lights. Ina sat up
in her bed and yawned sleepily,
stretching her rounded, bare arms,
her hair a mass of delightfully."- dis
ordered ringlets.
Sorry I woke you, Sugar" said
Paul, penitently. "The-the door blew
shut, I guess
She held out hand to him, which
he took, seating himself on the edge
of the bed. He seemed a trif1e uncer-
tain as to how to proceed.
There's some beer and sandwiches
in the refrigerator, she said She
smiled at him brightly, smile end
ing in a yawn that she concealed
against his shoulder His restraint
dissolved and he Rugged her almost
roughly.
You're honey" he exulted will
you come with me?"
She nodded. He picked her up al
most before she had time to divine