The Nome daily nugget., 1936-01-17

play spot.
 There, enclosed by ring of supper tables, countless couples In sports cos tune skinned over a gleaming floor of ice, while Hitting music came from an orchestra at one end.
 Watching the skaters, Garrison at last focused on girl In scarlet sweater and skirt.
 Rather, it was her partner he studied, 'or the girl was familiar enough. Myra Orexel, indeed, ranked as one of zenith's most promising young act. 'esses, and Garrison for some time had ,elt a keen professional interest In helping her to reach stardom.
 The man with her was tall and past youth.
 There was about his bearing an all most intangible touch of distinction.
 Seeing the captain of walters, Gar ison called him over and asked: Al ,honse, just who Is that chap skating with Miss Drexel?'
 "Oh, that" Alphonse replied, "is the Baron Siegfried von Fleumann. He arrived from Munich today, I believe"
 The publicity mans eyes narrowed.
 "I see; thanks. By the way, which Miss Drexers table?"
 The man pointed it out.
 Garrison glimpsed towheaded fig are in one of the two chairs. and ,miled
 So Steve Crandall was second id- Hing again!
 That, he knew, wouldn't suit the ads jealous temper, nor would the plan Garrison now had. However, that was just too bad.
 He strolled over clapped the blond mans shoulder and said amiably:
 Hi, fella-how goes it?"
 The others response was mere grunt.
 Garrison grinned and sat down.
 Sure" he conceded, II can i'm lgine you're burned, but this'll have to oe business before pleasure"
 The youngster stared at him coldly.
 Meaning exactly what?"
 Well, are you aware who that bird 1oofing Myra around happens to be?"
 Nc" Steve growled, land l don't give a ng-dlddle-dee. The big gigolo :" "Listen, you egg: snap out of 1t and ook at this thing seriously. That man genuine baron from Germany, no ess. Now, everyone here must know t, including the newspaper crowd Think of the write-ups they'll do If Myra and the Baron are together all evening and he takes her home!'
 Steve's scOwl was venomous thing. Look here, Louis," he began, keep ng his teeth together; I'm not going 10 fall in with any of your cockeyed schemes, so-"
 Wait minute, son." Garrison cut n easily; Flowing Myra, you want her 70 have career, don't you? We'll, 10 one in this town ever reached the top without plenty of build-up in print, and here's your chance to help the girl get some. With her talent, that's all she needs now. How about it?"
 For an instant the boy didn't reply.
 Then he looked at Garrison and asked: What do you want me to do?"
 Duck out of here. Then when the Baron brings her back, he'll either have to stay at this table or ask her to his. I'll take care of the rest"
 Steve showed bleak. one-sided smile and stood up.
 All right" he said tersely; "Ill play it your way. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
 As he stalked away, the music came to an end.
 Hurriedly Garrison rose and went in the opposite direction.
 Twenty yards away he took vacant chair and waited.
 Couples were gliding off the rink aow; in a moment he discerned Myra Drexel and the Baron approaching.
 Reaching her table, they paused and the girl glanced around perplexedly.
 Then, with an apOlogetic little shrug, she said something to the man.
 He bowed smilingly and pulled out ler chair. Myra accepted it, and Baron Siegfried von Fleumann seated himself across from her.
 The publicity man jndulged a grin of thorough satisfaction.
 On the rooms other side sat a group of men and women from several of the city's papers, and Garrison knew they couldn't miss seeing the couple.
 That would make press notice cer- tainty.
 But one item remained to be ar- ranged.
 Unobstrusively he stole away toward a door which gave into the hotel proper.
 Five minutes searching found Luke Ionp. ace nhntOgraDher for City News