Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-07-31

midnight"
"Blinn! She didn't" cried the I'M
comprehending girl, lifting her face
to see what Blinn's expression was
saying.
"Well, that's what Moe Feinberg
thinks she did, anyway" chuckled
Blinn. 81 made her put it in writ
ing-and I've got it in my pocket.
How's that for handling temperament
tai ladies?"
Poor Dixie could only stare up at
him, speeches. in her relief, not I'M
derstanding at all, only knowing that
Blinn had saved her from her mad
actions. Now what should she do?
Should she confess to him? Did he
really think Ada had told the truth?
He stared down at her face, its ev-
cry emotion plainly readable in the
light from the arc lamp. And then,
he chuckled.
"Why did you do it, Dixie?" he
asked.
She gasped panic-stricken again.
"H-how do you know?" she man
aged.
Glow could I help knowing? I
saw the billboards from the car as I
was barging around town today. 1
heard what the maid said there in the
theater, and Moe"
"H-how did you get Ada to say she
did it then?" gasped the girl.
81 held up my wallet behind Noes
back" chuckled Blinn, land she didn't
pay any attention until held up my
checkbook, too. was so late because
after got Moe out, had to go back
and barter with the lady,"
ooh, Blinn!" she sighed, eyes down.
cast, her face a mask of shame. GLOW
you must despise me! I'm the dumb
est chlorine that ever hoofed Broad
way STAGE"
"That so? Well, Bud says you're
a swell cook, old dear. And I'd rath-
er have a cook, than a dancer for a
wife anyway"
ooh, Blinn!" she breathed. "Can
you-honestly-go on loving such "a
dumb idiot as I am?"
"Well, I never could love a dumb
idiot-and I do love you-so I'd just
as lief you didn't call my future wife
such nasty names, young lady," chuck
led Blinn, and Dixie Rugged him in
wild ecstasy of relief.
"Hey! Cut the petting," ordered
gruff voice behind them. A burly po-
liceman stood beside the car.
80. K, officer" agreed Blinn. eft
is time you got some beauty sleep,
Dixie, or I'll have sleep-eyed bride
in the morning."
And then poor Dixie had to confess
that she couldn't get in without awak-
ening the landlady with the sun
streaking the sky with orange.
Fine" said Blinn with enthusiasm.
"We'n go buggy-riding. Well drive
out along the Sound and see the sun
come up, and we'll get breakfast some
place to make up for the supper we
didn't get, and we'll be standing out
side the door of the marriage license
bureau when it opens. How's that?"
"Perfect!" ageeed Dixie, her big
eyes adoring him.
"Sound all right to you officer?"
asked Blinn cheerfully.
"Sure. It's oke with me, young
feller," agreed the bluecoat heavily.
"But this is hard, cold winter to be
marryin'. I hope We got job"
Somehow that wiped away the last
Of the fears that had been riding Dixie
like old men of the sea. She laughed,
and he couldn't stop laughing. Blinn
joined her, and over the roar of the
motor as the car sprang into life there
rolled back to the policeman a duet of
delighted laughter. He stood there,
his cap pushed back on his head, his
hands on his hips and stared after
them.
"That's love fer ye," he said to
himself as he watched the car out of
sight. "Sittin' up all night SOS they
can git married first thing in the
mornin'. Wait till I tell my missus
that"
THE END