The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1935-03-14

Milhcent said, with mechanical
obedience, but she was thinking
that the dinner she could buy at
the tea room for 80 cents would
not Gnreasonably detain her.
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She stood in front of the mir
ror, giving finishing touches to
her face, and thinking of Drim-
COLDS strange confession. She
might have known it was some
thing like that. No man who was
guilty of the petty, chiseling tao
tics George Drimgold used could
be quite the pillar of society that
ne liked to simulate.
She snuggled into her fur coat,
scooped up the mail, snapped an
elastic band around the pack of
letters, took care to throw the
spring lock on the door into po-
sitiCn, nodded to the assistant
janitcr as she stepped out into
the corridor.
She went to the elevator, drop
ped her letters down the mail
chute, pulled her coat tightly
around her figure as she met the
cold wind of the street. The tin
Cling air felt good to her skin.
She fought her way TO the lighted
tearoom. After all, it was fright
fully high priced. However, they
did have nice food; and there was
a woman who told fortunes with
the tea leaves, who went from
table to table.
Millicent Graves suddenly real
lied that her own future was
going to cause her some concern.
Drimgold had told her she was
fired. Quite probably he was seri-
Gus.
She pushed the door and en-
tered the welcome warmth Of the
tearoom.
She hung up the fur coat where
she could keep an eye on it, drop
ped her purse to a chair beside
her and consulted the menu.
She could, she saw, get some
| chicken croquettes and tea and
still leave a l0-cent tip for the
waitress out of the so cents
Drimgold had given her. The GRO
quettes, she knew, were small
and entirely unsatisfying as fuel
to fortify herself against til cold
ride home. However, if she had
the small steak at so cents, it
would mean there was no tip for
the girl, and the waitress looked
tired. Probably she, too, was
lverworked and underpaid.
| Millicent decided on the GRO
Iucttcs, and gave her order. She
,ook cigaret from her purse and
vas holding a match to il when
her eyes suddenly snapped to
uick attention. A woman, with q
;oat of black ermine wrapped
round her, had entered the tea
room. She walked with quick,
nervous steps. Millicent couldn't
zee her face, but she could
glimpse a coldly baleful eye.
Then the woman in the ermine
coat swept past her and took the
table just back of the one where
Millicent sat.
Millicent ate in slow, thought
full silence. The woman, dressed
as a gypsy, whose duty it was t'
tell fortunes, came across tint
room toward her, eyes SHINING
white teeth cleaning from be
tween red lips. ,,, F.,
Milhcent smiled wanly. Real
ly," she said, "I'm not particular
ly interested, and ! haven't an!
i DARK BLOND-Gal. B =, -.
money for q tip if you should Civ
me a good fortune"
| The woman sank into a chat
beside her, pulled Millicent's te'
! Gun across the table, said, 81 d.
| this because / like it. I'm Gale,
to do it, you know. Many times
can save people from misfor
tune"
| She stared steadily down int,
the few tea leaves in the bottom
of the tea cup.
III Abruptly she stiffened.
II "Look," said the fortune teller
/ look at the way those leaves ar,
arranged. See how black they are
and notice this leaf which Ia,
twisted its edges" IN"
" What do they mean?" Mill
- cent INQUIRED "''''