The Nome daily nugget., 1935-01-19
LIFE AND
 az3 DEATH 8
By THAYER WALDO a by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 WNU Service
"HERE were three in the little

l"HERE were three in the little
 It's overhead fixture cast Q dat white glare down upon them, sharply Illuminating faces that were sober and tense. Garrison sat before the desk, . telephone receiver to his ear, walt ing without speech.
 Fiberg lowered close by, watching his face, similarly silent
 By the window stood Wilma, sta uesque, black -pompadoured. an eve ming wrap caught loosely about one shoulder. She stared through the smutted panes at . blank wall twenty feet beyond, eyes wide, un- winking.
 The voice of the man at the in- strument suddenly sounded:
 "Hello-whati Nol Damn 1t, I don't want Berlinl This is Zenith Pictures, Hollywood, and we're trying to put through call to Hotel Graz in Vienna, for :. what?. -. Oh, how soon3 H@i Well, keep the line open and call me the moment there's a chance"
 He cracked the earpiece home. Fiberg leaned forward to ask thinly:
 "So whatf'
 "No good-couldn't make connec- tion," the publicity man said.
 1t was little above Q murmur.
 "Service all tied up. Can't tell when we'll get clear wire. She wanted to give me Berlin, but that's nosuse. Couldn't get any informa- tion there."
 A pause; his gaze went to the immobile figure across the room.
 At last he querled:
 "Vilma's positive he's in Vienna T'
 "Sure," the producer muttered l; 'that's how we know where he'd be staying. She got from him a cable yesterday just before he's taking the train in Berlin" Garrison mumbled something dark ly unintelligible and slumped back in the chair.
 After an instant he pulled out cigarettes, plucked one, and passed Fiberg the pack.
 When both had lights, the pub licity man growled:
 "Damn strange quirk of fate. or something-Erich getting there just the day this revolution burst loose. :" Fiberg's head bobbed in glum as- sent.
 "Yes, and him an Austrian, too. Wilma thinks he's sure to be get ting mixed up in it. Such a busl- nessl The best director we got best in the business-phenagling around in civil wars and maybe get ting all shot up. Oyw Garrison rose abruptly and com menced to stride the floor.
 God Almighty, J. L.!" he gritted. ''Is that all you can think off What about him-the man we've known and worked with? Remember there's bullets and blood and death over in those Vienna streets. and Erich's right in the middle Of 1t. Erich's there, the woman who loves him is here-and we're helpless. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Savagely the producer ground his cigarette under a heel and blurted ::
 "Why don't you shut upi When I'm trying to forget things like that. you have to be throwing them in my facew
 The other man swung around, forcing smile.
 T know" he said brusquely. "Sorry i; its just sort of got me. This waiting and not being able to do anything mean. Perhaps if Wilma weren't here, or if she'd only say something. -.
 He halted, fixing an oblique brood ing look upon the woman. Her posture was unchanged, save for closer wind of the cloak about her shapely figure.
 Garrison swore-a soft, guttural sound-and fllcked his fag-end against the wall.
 Before him, spread out on the desk top. lay paper. From the buff rectangle a huge scare-head screamed:
 VIENNA RIOTING GROWS
 TOURISTS IN JEOPARDY |