The Washington times., 1936-12-28

! field and Gavin at the ball, hug
ging and kissing like anything,
and she perfectly brazen about it."
They all looked at Renita Par
rish.
1.-THE deuce with him and her.
They can go to the devil for all I
cars. What I want is drink"
Renita beckoned a drug clerk-"a
| horses neck, with three slugs of
| gin, and make it snappy!"
Listen, Renita," said Miss
Shellfish, you'll lose your job if
| you go on as you're doing now.
I've protected you till I'm sick and
tired of fibbing for you, and say
ing you're in the stock-room, or
cloak-room, or out on an errand
for the department when you're in
your bed at home, or God knows
where"
Love isn't worth it," said hon.
est Cora with two tears standing
in her china-blue eyes. eff I'm to
be double-crossed, I'll be double
crossed sober and in my right
senses. No manIl ruin my life"
"AttagirI!" exclaimed Brenda,
well-pleased. She herself had in
Vlted the Art Director more than
once to dinner in her apartment,
in default of Paul Bradley, over a
year ago. But he had soon turned
| to the more pleasing Cora. He
had never fallen for Brenda SELF.
She was having her innings
now, She turned back to Renita.
"Gertie and Cora are darned
we'll right. You made an awful
olunder getting tight at the ball,
and dancing that wild carioca
with that Cuban salesman. Paul
Bradley was standing by me at
the time and I really thought he'd
put stop to it."
A dangerous light came into Re-
nltas blurred eyes. It was Brenda
VINO had found her partnerless.
looking for Gordon Gavin, who
mad cut two dances in succession
WIN her. Brenda who had
depicted the love scene on the
balcony in colors that missed moth.
ing In the painting. Brenda
VINO had urged her to 60 back to
the ballroom and prove to every.
oody she didn't care!
See here, Brenda" said Renita
loudly, truculently, don't kid me
that you wouldn't give that gold
oack-tooth of yours to dance the
carloca with Paul Bradley either
IN public or in private, if only he'd
give you a tumble! But he never
will"
CHAPTER XVIII
ann spent quiet Christmas
day at home.
Her sister Claire, was, as usual,
over at Carol Ditmar's apartment
on Park Avenue, playing the eter.
MAJ contract, with Captain de
Freyn and her friends.
Bernice was waiting for the
often uncertain Freddy to call her
up, for she had a tentative an
po1ntment with him.
Dad had gone to his club, the
one that he half-humorously, half
ruefully referred to as: THE last
of the Mohicans."
For with the change in his for.
tune. he had resigned from all his
clubs, save this. whose yearly sub
scr1pt1on was comparatively mod
est.
Ann encouraged him to go there.
IT'S dull for you sticking
around a house full of women.
folk, darling. Our gay old boy
will lose his pep!"
Ann was his standby and his
comfort, these hard days that
were still uncomfortably new to
him. While Lolly, her mother,
complained and whined, Ann it
was who continuously helped him
make the adjustment. He adored
Ann.
1t was his youngest daughter,
TOO, who smoothed him down
when he was dreadfully upset and
annoyed over a newspaper item
IN connection with Bernice. He
had not realized the nature of her
duties at 1.-THE Laughing Pig" until
1t had been unfortunately drawn
to his attention by a fellow-mem.
Der at the club.
Under the heading of: Society
Invades the Saloons" a columnist
had penned a paragraph with a
sting in its tail.
Between the witching hours of
to 8 p. m. Gree and the swine
make whoopee-and how! at the
rendezvous aptly known as The
Laughing Pig in the Park Ave
nue. sector. . The presiding god
cess (Circe) reigns, with the face
of a madonna and the blue blood
OF Delafield, over the farmyard
circle"
Darling, it's frightfully exag-
gerated!" Ann had sought to
Soothe Delafield pere.