Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-07-31
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/ if she had only told him how Moe
tricked her in the beginning, maybe
he would have gone on loving her. But
she hadn't been able to make herself
tell him, bcause the knowledge would
make him pity the poor little chorus
girl who had been dumb enough to
fall for Noes unguaranteed promises.
And she was too proud to bear pity.
Oh, what a fool she'd been! What
an awful, awful fool. Better Blinn's
pity-wasn't pity akin to love- than
his establishment now.
Bitter sobs tore at the slender, shak-
ing figure that Blinn continued to hold
tight against him. Oh, if she could
only go on having those protecting
arms about herl And she had made
that impossible. Oh, Blinn!
What was that Blinn was saying
Dixie couldn't believe her ears. She
lifted her tear-stained face, all startled
and dewy, to make sure she heard a.
right.
Apparently you don't know a star
when you see one" said Blinn in a
voice as cody aloof as an icicle hang
ing too high overhead to reach. "Stars
can't help shining-but men like you
are too blind to see."
"Oh, We ah," jeered Moe, not in the
least compromising. "Well, Dixie
MasonU never see her name in lights.
She'll be blacklisted the length of
Broadway tomorrow morning."
"My wife should worry about that"
said Blinn promptly. And Dixie
flung her arms about his neck again,
and burst into renewed sobs. How
she hated herself! She should have
known that Blinn loved her enough so
that nothing mattered. IF it didn't
even matter that she had tricked and
lied to keep her promise to him and
let him find her singing the lead in
show, oh, surely it wouldn't have mat
tered if he had come back and found
her in the chorus after she had told
him she was star. She hadn't had
enough faith in him. She writhed
with shame at the thought of that.
Dear, faithful, protective Blinn!
"Your wife!" repeated Moe in as
constituent.
"She will be my wife tomorrow
morning." said Blinn firmly.
maybe" said Moe specifically, eff
Ada doesn't have her arrested for at
tempted murder. And you don't ex-
pect Ada to give up swell chance like
that to get her name in the papers,"
No, you couldn't. Dixie knew that
Ada had an Unsuitable appetite for
publicity. And that would drive Blinn
away from her.
81 don't think she'll do that" said
Blinn quietly. Suppose we go and
interview the lady,"
81 can't!" walled Dixie then. ooh,
l can't bear any more!"
"You poor child" murmured Blinn
/ in voice that was savage and ten
der, somehow, at the same time. Ten
der for Dixie, he realized, and saw
age for Moe.
"Of course, you can't. Mr.-what's
his name"
"Feinberg," snapped Moe.
"Mr. Feinberg and I will go and
settle with the lady, after we take
you home, Dixie. I don't see any
reason why you should be subjected
to that hysterical woman's accusa-
tions."
Moe did, but that didn't make any
difference to Blinn. The three of
them got into Blinn's roadster, and in
spite of Noes continued protests,
drove directly to Dixie's boarding
house.
"You lie down and rest, and when
it's over I'll come and get you, and
we'll ride into the country. And don't
worry, darling. I've met hysterical
temperamental women before"
"Oh, Blinn!" she managed, through
the sobs that choked her. 81 love you
sol"
"That goes double, old dear. Now
kiss me"
Obediently Dixie lifted her lips.
They trembled against Blinn in a very
frenzy of passionate alteration and
gratitude. She would make it up to
Blinn for this. She would spend the
rest of her life making it up to him.
Then she went toiling up the stairs
to her little back room, and the black
fears began to close down over her
! again. She was too inexnerienced to