The Washington times., 1936-01-04


lyle, and you'll see she'll be fairly
stunned by our acquaintance"
Mrs. Van lyle was. But not at
all in the sense that poor Sadie
Tyson had expected.
why, my deah, dear Mrs. Ty.
son, you've invited the oldest,
strangest people!" drawled the
aristocratic Katrinka Van lyle
as she surveyed the long list of
names. Forgive me for speaking
plainly, and Of course I admit
times have changed. and we ought
all to adapt ourselves to them,
and be broad-minded. But surely
no debutante have ever known
or my son either, and he's liberal
enough-ever had such people at
her coming-out! Why, some Of
them are perfectly dreadful peo'
pie, deah Mrs. TySonl"
"But-but-we were advised"
you've been Shockingly ad-
vised, if you'll forgive my blunt
ness, deah Mrs. Tyson! It looks
to me-and I know my New York
like a book-as though you'd
obeyed the Biblical injunction,
and gone right out to the high
ways and hedges!"
II could have helped you had
I had the pleasure Of meeting
you before invitations to Vernon's
party were despatched, deah Mrs.
Tyson. The only thing I can see
for you now-provided you decide
not to entertain these people,
and who could blame you?-is
for someone to turn sick, or be
called out of town-and then
give the party later on"
1t was a somewhat crestfallen
Teddy" Van lyle who arrived
at the Tyson apartment that
evening. He brought no flowers.
Stupid to spend his money, or
commit himself, until he saw how
the Iano lay.
Imagine his further chagrin,
then, when he learned from Mrs.
Tyson herself that she was
accompanying them. =!
Would you enjoy little wkirl
at the tables, Mrs. Tyson?" he
asked deferentially. The old
Stuyvesant Breckenridge mansion
in the East Eighties has been
turned into a first-class gambling
house. I often go there"
Vernon was saying to herself
1--WE given Arlene the address Of
this gambling joint. If Terry tele'
phones, he's to come on here
Something tells me that tonight
I will see him -"
After dinner, she and her mother
and Teddy played baccarat.
Vernon lost. She was $500 out
when she rose from the table.
Vernon wandered off into a
quiet nook in the big, roomy ole
mansion and found an interesting
book to read.
The book gradually slipped from
her fingers tn the floor. Her eyes
closed. She was emotionally tired
She Slumbered.
She awoke suddenly. Was II
still a dream? Terry in the flesh
stood before her!
"I knew you'd come, Terry"
He said brusquely: you've nc
business to be here. Of all things
you have to pick the night wher
the police are going to raid the
place!"
And what about 'Foggy'-Tod
dy'-what's his name? Where's
hep"
"He can take care Of himself
but it seems you can't, you silly
little thing! I'm in command now
Get your coat. and you and your
mother and I will be off while the
going's good!"
They went down to the main
floor where Sadie Tyson, consider
ably disgruntled, Joined them.
Mother, let's go. Mr.. Shannon
came all the way here to get US
out before the police raid the
place." Vernon whispered to hel
mother.
Loves Victory
"Well, if you insist on leaving
and not giving me a fair chance tx
win my money back, you can just
wait right here for me till fix my
hair and powder my nose" Mrs
Tyson departed. She was gone fol
fully five minutes.
"The police! The raids on!
Terry said sharply.
ooh, Lord!" gasped Mrs. Tyson
thoroughly alarmed. She clutches
his arm. For heavens sake, gel
us away quickly"
Follow me" said Terry, Il know
this house. The previous owners
were friends of mine. AS I remem
Der, there's a trick door in the ce'
lar that leads through into tht
house on the left. The NordStrom!
live there. I've met them once O.
twice"
"Oh, take us there! Get u!
away"
"Come!"
They found themselves in a bis
cellar. Come on-through thi'
archway-it's dark in there II
strike a match" They entered &
smaller cellar hung with cobweb'
and very dirty.
"See-here's the door in TIT
wall. It's going to be a tigh
squeeze getting throGss.. LeC'
hope it isn't bolted on the oChel