Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1939-04-13
CHAPTER vIII-Continued

CHAPTER VIII-COntinued
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'sWho is she?" croaked the
wretched and disillusioned magnate.
"Search me. Some bright little
extra, maybe"
A. Leon Snydacker exploded.
"That's the girl that turned me
down. Me-me-me-me-me! Setting
herself up for day-bun-tay. Pho
ny. She's fired. From date. With
out pay"
Moby Dickstein perceived with
pain and apprehension that he had
committed major error. If the
star went, the job went. And Moby
was well suited with the job He
did some quick thinking.
''Oh, no; she amt. Calm down.
Bwana. Calm down."
''Why amt she?"
'Think of the build-up. Think of
the investment. The All-Class, ALI
White Purity Supernatural Pic
ture. That's our story and we're
stuck with it and stuck good. What
a sap you'd look if we dropped our
star now as Snlde!
"Sap? Me?" yelled A. Leon.
"Well, wouldn't you? Give it the
once-over."
The Great Man gave it the sew
eral-times-over, and the more he
went over it, the worse he felt.
"What'n we do, Moby?" he qua
vered.
Garry on" prescribed the facto-
tum with energy and persuasive
ness. ''You beat it and leave me to
handle the gal. I'll figure out some
thing. Let's let it ride for coupla
weeks"
''And I was ker-razy about that
girl" faltered A. Leon. ''Why, Mo-
by, pretty near married her" He
frightened up at a solacing thought.
Anyway, I got my diamond and
emeralds back" Wistfully he add
ed: "But I'd rather have the girl
Lemme talk with her."
''Nothin' dom, Bwana. Anyway,
she amt here" lied Moby. "You
just climb into your car and 60
back to New York and think up
some fresh supercreational no.
TONS"
No sooner had A. Leon Snydacker
shaken the dust of Maiden Effort
Headquarters from his superballoon
tires than his First Assistant went
back to report.
Saved" he asserted, striking a
noble attitude.
"Who?"
"All of us. Saved from the wreck
age. BY my single-handed endeav-
ors." ;
"But the picture?" asked the
practical Gloria.
He waved graceful hand. Like
an insubstantial pageant faded" he
intoned "Until further notice." he
qualified.
HAS everybody left?" asked
Marine.
Except you two, the agonized
victim of alcoholic thirst who adj
dresses you, and Templeton Sayles
Esq. Oh, yes; and Chunk"
81 could do without Templeton
Sayles," stated Marine.
"He's laid off. But he's stickin'
to the ancestral acres"
For the first time in weeks the
still, small voice of conventionality
stirred within the blithe and eman-
cipated soul of Miss Marion Norman
Van Stratten, and reused misgivings
therein. She turned to Gloria.
'We can't stay here with those
two men,"
"Huh? Oh, get you. You want
chaperon. What's the matter with
me?"
"You aren't married, are your"
said her friend, staring.
"Well, maybe not just exactly at
the present moment" confessed the
beauty girl.
''But you have been?"
Nothing but" Gloria assured
her.
"Just the same, I don't think we
ought to stay"
eff you quit the place your half
pay stops,'' pointed out Moby.
''That settles it, said Gloria, cor
rupted by Moby's poetical example.
Here have lived and here I die"
"Mightn't A. Templeton Sayles
have something to say about that?"
queried Marine obviously. cater all,
it's his place."
"I'll handle him." returned the
self-confident factotum. "Our lease
runs through the month Besides, if
we 60 on with the picture, he goes
back on the payroll"
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