Evening star., 1938-03-27

on her running board and begged her to
smugge him into Domm He was member of
the Student Leftist Party, and the only one
of his family who had escaped a recent blood
purge Josephine didn't know that a revolu-
ton was brewing in the little principality of
Tecklenberg- -Lichnensten- TashnO, but L0throb
MacAfse, foreign correspondent and her old
friend, knew it. He had found out after she
left Bale, and was hurrying to overtake her.
Not far from Domm plane roared over
head, then crashed. A uniformed man stag
gered from the wreckage, then another.
Josephine recognized Prince Sergei, The Lit
tie Bad Man of Europe" The other was his
aide, Captain Barron.
Prince Sergei, known as the Director, COM
manded her to drive them to Domm - and
await his pleasure at the hotel: For you are
travelling alone, without chaperon; it is
obvious that you are a woman of no virtue.
For answer, Josephine threw the key of her
car into the nearby waters of the Tashno.
Sergei was the first man she had ever met
whose will and pride were equal to her own.
She felt both repelled and drawn to him.
When they finally reached Domm, Josephine
was put under Party Arrest. The private
papers of Johnfritz Ohe der Asche - he HIM
self had escaped from the trunk before the
plane crash - had been found in her car. She
was brought up Immediately for secret, mill
tary trial, before the fat and fabby General
Gorsch Zu Stu, Minister of Propaganda and
head of the party militia. The charge: harbor-
ing an enemy of the Government. The verdict:
Death by Gunfre.'
Up to that moment the whole adventure
had seemed to Josephine like the plot of a
comic opera Now she realized for the first
time that it was real
PART THREE
-pHEsE are the things that were Josephine
T. Wayne: Blue twilight on the lake when
the November winds whip across from
. Canada. Her grandfather's house on
North Shore Drive. Her grandfather mouth
with the same definite decision - and the
same quick smile. Fine eyes, with no sulkiness
of wealth, no hidden filth and no great loss
of curiosity for life at twenty-seven
Her grandfather, Mark Wayne, was meat
packer in Chicago who had bought four hun
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investments - handsome meat packer with
a better nose than the Honorable Michael
Treddingdon-G Cores, which was something
quite special in noses - and mind like
bear trap At sixty-fve Mark Wayne had
killed bull with his fist, on bet
He sent Josephine to public school or
foot against the Chicago winds - from four
million dollar architectural atrocity on North
Shore Drive, because he wanted her to have
the common touch without gloves. AS he
passed on he said, Josephine - I'm going to
die. Treat this world like the unmannerly up
start it is Be definite part of it - but snub
it. Be friends with it - but curse it. Love it -
but don't give it break. Enjoy t-b
watch your hangovers. Never have two IN
succession. Goodby, Josephine I'll see you
in hell" He smiled and died, and with the
going-out of the lusty fame of his candle,
Josephine knew that part of her mind would
always be lonely for him. And it always was.
When she was marched out of the Palace OF
Justice, there was slow solemnity to it that
got so frightfully on her nerves that she
turned sharply to the cavalry Major and said:
II wonder if you people know just how
ridiculous the outside world thinks this die
tatorship is!'
They took her to a cell on the floor below.
The Major stood in the doorway.