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

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Then suddenly she scrambled to her
feet with a start. How would she
know when he did come back? 1t was
one o'clock in the morning. The whole
household was asleep. The landlady
would be so furious if she had to get
up and answer the doorbell that she
would refuse to call Dixie anyway.
So the girl went creeping down the
dark stairs to sit there on the bottom
step, in an endless agony of black
waiting.
The tagging minutes licked them
selves away on her wristwatch. One
fifteen. One-thirty. One forty-five.
Two o'clock.
Maybe Blinn wasn't coming! Maybe
he was so Disguised at what Ada told
him that he never wanted to see Dixie
again. Maybe bringing her home was
just an alibi to get her off his hands.
Maybe he hadn't meant anything he
said.
Down went her head upon her knees
in this last, worst agony of all. To
lose Blinn now, would be unbearable.
She had thrown her career to the
winds for him, to keep her word to
him and let him find her singing the
lead in the show. Oh, surely, surely,
she wouldn't have to go on living
without him, too!
Two-fifteen. He wouldn't come now.
If he were a man of the theater, he
might. Two-fifteen is only three
hours after the end of the days work
to an actor. But Blinn wasn't
an actor. He wouldn't come back at
that hour. He would probably g on
home and get in touch with her tomor-
row.
Could she live through horrible
black night of waiting? Oh, surely,
he wouldn't ask her to do that!
Two-twenty. In the morning. A
milk wagon ratified by. Oh, maybe he
had come back while he was upstairs,
and couldn't get an answer to his
ring. That was hope, trying to light
en- her black despair. What should
she do?
Two-twenty-five. Dixie opened the
street door and went out into the crisp
October night. The door banged shut
behind her. Up and down the desert
ed street she peered. An occasional
taxi tore by, but no long roadster with
the top down.,
Finally she gave up all hope and
burst into renewed tears. Binding,
burning desperate. tears. She tried
the door-and then she realized that
her key was upstairs on her bed with
her purse.
Locked out in the night, without a
cent! Oh, was there never to be an
end to the awful things that were hap
pening to her? Was she to go on be-
ing punished at every turn for one
little moments madness?
She collapsed, forlorn little hud-
died heap there on the cold stone steps
and there Blinn Saybrook found her.
His long car tore into the street and
pulled up with a screaming of brakes.
The little dark bundle there on the
steps stirred. Dixie lifted her head,
not quite able to believe that he had
really come.
And then two strong arms picked
her up and a tender voice crooned COM
fort into her ears, and the next thing
she knew she was in the roadster,
with Blinn's two arms about her.
"Think wasn't coming back?" he
asked her-and then, as he got flash
Of her love-lighted face all sprinkled
with tears, he chuckled softly, tender
ly, pityingly.
"You poor, abused child" he said.
"Can you guess what that Baird wo-
man did? She took a dose of veronal
and lay down for nap at o'clock
tonight. Anyone with any sense
would know she'd sleep through until