The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1940-03-21
. SERIAL STORY
SIS A WEEK
By LOUISE HOLMES
Copyright. 1870. SEA Service. Inc.


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resentative in Omaha and a darn
good business man. Jake Is one
of our best customers. / Just
drifted into the party for some
thing better to do"
Sounds like a stupid way to
live"
"on the contrary. it's fascinat-
ing. II you march face forward
along the straight and narrow,
fate hasn't a chance at you. be-
lieve in meandering along forbid
den paths. It's astonishing. the
things l turn up
You didn't do well Saturday
night"
who says I didn't? Saturday
night will stand out in my memory
for many a day"
There's the green light. really
must 60. Steve"
NO dinner ,"
Plenty of dinner out on MUIR
ray street"
Trains roared above them, sur
face cars changed their bells. horns
footed. pedestrians scurried. Ann
called, Goodbye" and ran up the
Ell stairs. Waiting for the train,
Paul Hayden joined her on the
platform, not smiling.
Hello. Paul" she smiled. isn't
it a lovely evening ?"
Very" he said shortly.
Aren't you early? l thought
you didn't leave the store until
$50"
Il had an Grand" He did not
add that he had gone to meet Ann,
only to find Steve there before
him. Having listened to Clara's
graphic description of the Satur-
day night party, and having seen
numerous newspaper pictures Of
Steve Claybourne. he'd had no diff
ficulty in recognizing him.
The train rushed into the station
and they went together into a
crowded car. Finding straps. they
hung on. Paul said nothing. When
the train jerked, he steadied Al 1
with a hand on her elbow. She
felt a restraint about him and
glanced several times at his sober
face.
Everything all right ?" she
asked at last.
Fine"
I'VE had a nice time the other
evening, didn't WEI" She tried
valiantly to break through to him.
do you mean Saturday night ?"
"Oh, that News certainly gets
around, doesn't it?"
1T must have been quite a
brawl."
1T certainly was"
Il see there was hangover in
the person of Mr.. Steve Clay
bourne"
She darted another glance at
him. Steve wasn't so bad she
said.
That's what l thought. There's
more than one way of pulling
yourself to higher level"
Ann did not like his tone. She
said. with spirit, 1T isn't my fault
if l happened to meet him."
Certainly not and it may be to
your advantage if you play your
cards right-and think you will"
Are you deliberately trying to
be nasty, Paul? ?"
She felt hurt and bewildered.
She couldn't know of the impress
sion left by Clara's remarks. And
she couldn't know that Paul was
bitterly disappointed and confused
as to the reason for his disap-
pointment.
He did not answer and they
hurtled onward in silence. AS the
train neared Pauls station, Ann
raised her eyes. She had no idea
of the effectiveness of her upward
glance. Her lashes were remark
able, long and curling and gold
tipped. Paul, who had been gazing
somberly at her averted face, start
ed when she looked up.
Friends ?" she asked.
YES" he nodded gravely.
Then must we have misun-
derstandings ?" She was so in ear
nest that he smiled for the first
time. Paul's smile was one Of the
incest things about him. 1t began
with his eyes and ended in a flash
of white teeth.
Il wasn't sure you wanted to be
friends" he said.
"Oh, yes" she breathed.
The train was slowing. Paul
said, Let's walk in the park to-
night and smell the spring"
"All right" she laughed. Ann
leaned down to catch one more
glimpse of him as he STROBE across
the platform. She was only half
aware that her blood sang DELI
ciously.
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