The Washington times., 1937-12-08

never think of the next two hours
without shuddering. There was
Terry'S constant cry Of:
What shall I play, Lynn?" And
he was winning. The crowd got
denser about the reckless young
man. People were staring at
them. The heat of the smoke
made Lynn's head ache. So much
money to throw away!
And the faces about that table.
the tense, avid faces of men and
women, fighting to win! 1t was
horrible. Terry's forehead was
damp and his hair was musSed.
How old are you, Lynn"
Eighteen"
Terry started playing eighteen,
continuously. He won. The ten
sion grew. Lynn felt she must get
away. She slipped back of Terry
as he bent over the table to watch
the ball drop into No. 18 again.
From the shout that rose as she
left the gambling room she knew
he was again winner.
The night air was cool and
soothing on her hot forehead. But
she was there on the terrace only
a few seconds when an attendant
found her, told her Mr.. McNair
wanted her at the table.
Terry was wild when she came
back to him.
Haven't you any sense2 Well
break the bank if you stay here. I
lost that last turn!" His eyes were
bloodshot. Suddenly he grabbed
her, tore off the pale green satin
sash on her frock. Quickly he
knotted it about her wrist, ordered
the attendant to tie the other end
to his left arm.
"You won't get away againy"
LYNN Is SHAMED
1t seemed hours to Lynn that
she was there, tied to Terry. Num-
ber 18 fell again. Terry was mad
with his success. He was not con-
SciouS of Lynn now. The man
Lynn so resented walked away,
and she was glad. But he came
back again later, to make her life
miserable.
Lynn'S fair hair curled about
her damp forehead. She felt dis
heveled and unclean here in this
room Of madmen and women.
! Suddenly from nowhere a swirl
Of red silk came dashing to the
table where Terry was playing,
fought her way through the crowd
to McNair's side.
Terry McNair, you're drunk"
Then her eyes fell on Lynn, swept
her from head to foot. "And
you've dressed up another pick
up in my clothes"
There was a resounding smack
as Helen McNair slapped her
brothers face. Suddenly every
thing was confusion. People came
running, they pushed and ex-
claimed.
Lynn, crimson with embarrass-
ment, grabbed the arm of an at
tendant.
"Cut this!" she demanded hold.
ing up her bruised wrist.
He shipped the silk band quick
ly, for Terry was now fully oc-
cupied with the furious Helen.
They were having a violent
quarrel with the whole room as
delighted spectators. The custom
ers loved it. The NcNairs were at
it again.
Lynn escaped unnoticed to the
terrace, paused for a moment to
see which course to take in her
flight.
well done, my dear. This way"
said a masculine voice.
It was the dark young man of
the annoying smile. He took her
arm and hurried her down
through the gardens until they
came out by path at the front
doorway.
MY cars down here"
In few seconds they were driv-
ing away in the moonlight, Lynn
and another strange young man.
By now the night was white with
moonlight, heavy with jasmine
perfume as they rolled along un-
der the palm trees.
Lynn began crying helpleSSly
again, reaction after the hours of
nervous tension. The end of the
green sash was still about her
wrist and her arm hurt her.
"I'll drive you home" That was
the first word the man spoke.
"Oh! Oil" Lynn sat there limp
beside him and did not answer.
Where do you live?"
AS Lynn remained silent he
slowed the car down.
"Just tell me where you live,
young woman"
Il don't live anywhere"
Lynn managed to blurt out.
CHAPTER II
The man driving brought the
car to a sudden halt there on the
boulevard. He turned toward the
girl and his voice had a note of
irony in it as he spoke:
Come, come, my child. Don't
let's get whimsical. You're not
dealing with a college boy now.
You've had a little experience
with 'pickups' tonight. 1t should
teach you something. Where shall
I drop you?"
SUDDEN FURY
Lynn gasped, clutched her Dor.
rowed dress, tried to think of the
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