Imperial Valley press., 1937-06-27

that last day I was here, the sup
per cooking, and your costume,
and oh Vic, the laundry all
messed around! No woman would
have done it that way. :. l knew
then that you were probably as
poor as l."
"As poor as you?" Anguish
clutched at his heart. Were you
lying about the commercial art?"
"Well, not exactly. But 1
don't sell everything l do. Only
when they're good enough. The
last one was three months ago
and | owe two months rent which
the landlord says has to be paid
by tomorrow or"
It'll be paid all right" he
burst out. There were still things
that could be pawned. His watch,
that silly gold flask, his sapphire
studs. why didn't you tell
me things were like that?" he
asked.
"I don't know. l suppose l
didn't want to admit l couldn't
take care of myself" she said.
He studied her a minute. ITO
think of you struggling and wor-
ried like that" he muttered.
She watched him with growing
delight. "Vic!" she cried sud-
denly, triumphantly, you do love
me, don't you?"
More than anything in the
world. :" he admitted. But l
can't marry you, Di-" He didn't
even sound convincing to himself
as he met the most heavenly
smile he ever hoped to see. Il
haven't any money, 1 haven't any
future"
Lets get married today!" in
terrupted Diana. 1--WE got enough
for the ring!"
He stared at her smiling, know
ing that he had to take care of
her, that now things were differ
ent. you adorable little nit
witt" he said, his mind suddenly
active. Meet me here in three
hours and then We'll get married
and go honeymooning in the sub
way"
"I'll wait for you here" she
said radiant, throwing him kiss
as he went out, hat tilted once
more at its old rakish angle.
She sat back in a chair and
beamed at the ceiling. A moment
later she started at a sudden
thought, and opening her bag
took out a letter and check
book. The letter was enthusi-
astic-
We are interested i'm your
aUork. If you 1oould care to
discuss q contract. -.
The checkbook showed a bal
ance of nearly two hundred dol
lars. She burned them both
in the fireplace.
Victor came back a few hours
later, jubilant. Behold the fu-
ture king of the Pants Pressing
Industry" he cried. Then: "Can
we exist for awhile on twenty
five dollars a week. do you sup
pose?"
Darling! twenty-five dollars
week? EUery week? How-What
is it?"
He kissed the palm of her hand.
Listen, girl! I've just been to all
the swell clubs and restaurants
and induced my valetless friends
to give their valeting to certain
Mr.. D'Apolito on Third Avenue.
l gave them to understand that
this worthy man was destitute
but expert, and that he'd be sure
to make good if he could get
enough clients. 1 then rushed to
Mr.. D'Apolito and told him to
prepare Tor the deluge. he pre-
pared by hiring me at twenty-five
per, and getting out his best old
Chianti to drink to the future
firm of D'Apolito and Marshall of
Madison Avenue, New York, with
branches all over the East" He
paused, suddenly serious. Honey,
can you stand it? Some day I'll
get started again. But in the
meantime we've got to eat. :"
Darling think you're Oon-
~>derful-" She was in his arms in
tears. "And I'll cook you the best
the best onions-you've ever"
you're a little dumb BELL" he
said huskily. Come on, let's get
married. :"