Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-08-28

TOO mucn Importance TO the picture
When I tell you that have never
known Les Kennedy, that 1 can't un
derstand how he could have obtained
my picture, and that l know nothing
CT his murder save what you have tolt
me-isn't that enough? Won't you be
lieve me-"
eyes," he said. "I'll believe you. Blu
l still can't understand that inscrip
ton"
81 don't know anything about it,
she said steadily.
She dropped her eyes then, and
spot of color appeared on each cheek
Hawley looked away from her, GER
tain now that she had not told hin
the whole truth. His eyes came tt
rest on an over-fed, under-dresset
blonde, who was agonizing a torcf
song in the center of the dance floor
Behind her six show girls, looking
moist and bored, were dancing to the
slow music of the black orchestra
Their scanty costumes were soiled ano
illfitting.
The tawdry cabaret was suddenly
and indescribably loathesome to Haw-
ley. He wanted to get out and ne
wanted to take Georgette with him.
"Do you know that you've never
told me your name?" he said.
She looked up quickly, smiling a
little. "Does it matter? Isn't Georg-
cite enough?"
"That isn't your right NAME"
"But does it matter?" she repeated
II think it does',, Hawley said i'm
pulsively. "a man would like to know
girls name before-before he asks
her to marry him."
Her smile went away. She looked
at him for long time. He held her
eyes until finally she dropped them
and said softly:
"Phil, dear, are you sure you're
sober?"
VI was never more sober in my life.
Georgette, 1 love you. I've loved you
since the first time saw you.
Well, I won't say any more about it
now. This isn't the time. You
know, Georgette, you are very much
like another girl know. You look a
lot like her. And yet in some ways
you are so different that can't even
put you on the same plane"
She smiled wanly. Hawley hadn't
realized before how tired she looked
She asked quietly:
as her plane so much higher than
mine?"
Socially, yes. In every other way,
no."
"And the other girl?"
Captain Whalen's daughter, Ju-
dith."
If Hawley had slapped her face,
Georgette could not have shown more
surprise and shock. She caught her
breath, audibly. Her lips parted. She
started to speak and then checked her
self.
81 must go now, Phil, DEAR" she
said abstractedly.
"No, no You can't go now. You've
got to tell me what's wrong. I must
know, Georgette."
"I'ts time for my turn"
Forget the turn!"
"Please don't be that way, darling.
We can't say that"
"We can! We will! See here, Georg-
cite! You're through with this damn
ed dive. Through, say. Go back there
and tell Kate O'Brien you're quit
ting"
She smiled as one might smile at a
child who must be humored. II have
a contract, Phil"
He watched her walk out to the
dressing room. And some strange in
tuition, some warning sixth sense,
told him he was fool to let her out
of his sight.
The lights were turned low. Georg-
cite, her head and shoulders in a
baby spot, was singing. Hawley
watched her with all the rapt atten-
ton Of a man in love.
He heard chair scrape. The sound
startled him and he turned impatient
ly. With shock of surprise he saw
that Bennington had sat down across
the table.
Even in the faint light Hawley
could see that the other mans eyes
were haggard and his face, under it's
heavy tan, looked gray and drawn. He
bore little resemblance to the smiling,
jocular Bennington who was known a.
round the Strangers Club.
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