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gle, or something, could Fix it up
like that" He snapped his fingers
to illustrate his words. Jake
Sherman, the producer, is a friend
of mine. He's rehearSing a show"
do you know Jake Sherman"
Mimi demanded.
Reilly didn't know the producer
any better than he knew the
seventh son of the seventh son of
the King of Timbuctoo, but he
nodded vigorously.
Then she works." Mimi al.
most shouted the announcement.
Mabel can dance swell! I've been
teaching her steps ever since she
was a little nipper."
Come on, kid" he directed,
feigned enthusiasm fairly bubbling
in his voice. Put on your hat
and coat. With me behind you
the name of Mabel O'Dare will
be written in the stars"
And, as the luck of the Irish
would have, Jake Sherman was
in a receptive mood when they
finally reached his office. He had
just fired his temperamental lead
ing lady, and the blue-eyed Mabel
appealed to him. He decided to
gamble and gave her chance at
the part.
CHAPTER II
Larry Cain, handsome ex-me-
chanic from Chicago who had
made the discovery that he car
ried dynamite in each of his
fists, rolled over in bed and gazed
helplessly at the ceiling of his
hotel room.
Pop" he groaned, turning to
his manager, Pop Walters, who
sat on the edge of the other twin
bed, cant you do something
about that?" 1--WE got to get
some sleep. I can't fight tomor-
row night if I'm dead on my feet"
From overhead came the sharp,
stacatto rattle of two pairs Of feet
engaged in a tap dance. Larry
covered his ears with his hands,
buried his face in his pillow, but
to no avail. He couldn't blot out
the rattle of those dancing feet.
RAT-A-TAT-TAT
In desperation Pop seized the
telephone. Gimme the man
ager," he said. Then: This is
Pop Walters, Larry Gains man
ager. Yeah, Larry Cain, the guy
that's fightin' for the heavyweight
championship at the garden TO-
morrow. Listen, friend, Larry's got
to have some sleep and there's so
much noise goin' on upstairs he
couldn't get it without an anaes-
thetic!"
For several moments the room
was silent save for the continued
tap, tap, tappety-tap from the
room upstairs. Finally Pop hung
up.
HE says" he explained to Larry,
that a Mabel O'Dare has the
room upstairs. She's opening in
a show tomorrow night and is
doing a bit of last-minute rehears-
ing with her partner. He says he
can't do a thing about it"
But why can't we get another
room?" Larry demanded.
II told you before" Pop ex-
planned, that there isn't one in
the hotel. There's an under
takers convention or something
going on and they're filled up"
well, then, let's go to another
hotel"
1--WE can't Larry. It took our
last nickel, excepting enough for
meals tomorrow, to get this one"
with sudden determination
Larry leaped from his bed. He
pulled on his overcoat in lieu of a
dressing gown.
Where you going?" Pop de-
manded.
Upstairs to fix that daniel" the
fighter exploded.
Larry took the stairs up and
pounded unceremoniously upon
the doorway of the suite above his.
There was no answer. He pounded
louder. This time the rattle of
the dance halted. The doo-
opened and a lovely face appeared.
"You Mabel O'Dare?" Larry de-
manded. The young woman
nodded. well" the fighter con-
tinued, IT can't Sleep"
$50 what am supposed to do?"
inquired Mabel. tired and irritated
by the long rehearsal.
SHE SLAMS THE DOOR
But I got a fight tomorrow"
Larry explained.
you won't have to wait until
tomorrow if you don't stop disturb
ing me. the dancer threatened.
Disturbing you!" Larry fran
tically exclaimed. Listen, Thun-
der Foot, you're making my room
sound like pool hall on Saturday
night. Cut it out, will you?"
For answer, Mabel slammed the