The Washington times., 1935-07-13

here's the pay-ott! The old guy
was worried as to whether he
ought to go to the police with
what he knew"
What did you tell him,
Bobbie?" Betty was tense.
Il told him to use his own
judgment" Bobbie laughed.
That's safe enough don't
think the old apes got any!"
"Bobbie, are you sure-did he
say he was sure-it was Lawrence
Vane that bought it?"
"Sure!" said Bobbie cheerfully.
Betty rose hurriedly.
II must co." she said. Thanks
for telling NELL settle for
yours on the way out" she man
aged a smile. You know I'm a
newspaper woman" she told him,
land news comes first"
Duty VS.. Love
Conflict started in the mind of
Betty such as never before had
been experienced by her. What
to do? Newspaper woman-or
just woman? What to do?
She walked rapidly, unSeeingly
down the avenue, fighting it out
within herself. At last she turned
into a shop, and went directly to
the public telephone. After all,
news was her business in life.
Her face was set as she put in
her nickel and gave the number
of her office to report to the city
desk.
AS she waited, she realized to
the full just what this would
mean, not only to her paper but
to the man she loved. To the
paper it would mean money; to
him it would mean further
tragedy and sorrow. Duty on the
one side, love on the other. Her
path lay clear. The voice Of her
city editor answered her.
"Hello!" she said. "This is
Betty Potter-on the Vane case
I've been out all the morning /.
and. L haven't heard a thing"
CHAPTER Xxx
Out on the West Coast, Kate
Doyle's Night Club and the girls
of her gang" were having the
usual mixture of success and
failure, and all that went with
both extremes.
To tell the truth the Night Club
itself had had nothing but success
1T was only to certain individuals
of the troupe that the word failure
might be applied, and, generally
speaking, that failure rested only
within their own hearts.
Every night as the big, gay, blon
dined Kate introduced her girls
with that slogan Of her very own
Come on suckers, here we areI
This little girl is only 16, never
travels without her mother! But
can she dance? Just ask Kate, or
wait and see! Come on fellows,
give this little girl hand!" there
was the flutter of anticipation, or
the dead weight Of heart-break, be-
meath the tightly drawn bodice
across many a straining immature
breast.
The sister team of the Dane Sis
tiers was divided fifty-fifty as to
heart.break and breathless, gay
anticipation.
Each night as they whirled out
on the floor and heard Hates
hearty voice ballyhoo them in the
usual fashion, the round, lovely
bosom Of the dark Donetta lifted
with the fullness Of its hidden de-
sire. Would he be there tonight?
Would he come over to them as
he had done ever since Roger
Thornley, had presented him?
Would he manage to arrange to
get her away from Gerry? Gerry,
whom she loved and with whom
she had roomed for so long?
But now, her one desire was to
see him, this man whom she had
known such a short time, this man
Of quite another world than her
own-Schuyler Millbanks, million
aire, sportsman, society swell
and she, Donetta Dane, first q
dime dancer, and now Of Kate
Doyle's Night Club. and, perhaps,
if she went on, of a big Broadway
revue. But still Donetta Dane, a
manufactured name from the Lord
only knew where.
And every bit Of force that
Donetta put into looking forward
to seeing and longing for Schuyler
Millbanks, just that much force
did Gerry Gordon put into hating