The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1940-08-22
Double Trouble
By PriseiIIo Woyne


Now then-wem start chang
ing clothes. And remember. June,
there isn't any turning back on
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months. You made the agreement
fair and square. June. Besides. I
have q right TO comfort our moth
er. she won't know the difference
between US. Why should you be
selfish when you know she won't
miss you ?"
An right" June agreed. ser
eyes lighting as she saw the lovely
clothes waiting for her.
Get into them" Joan said. In
these bags you'll find everything
you need. You'll leave this after
noon for Philadelphia. This eve
ming you'll register at the Benjs-
min Franklin hotel and 20 TO the
sorority dinner. And tomorrow
night you'll be home in Chicago.
unless you wire Dad differently.
You can get me by sending a spe-
cial anytime. You'll remember the
plan we had about letters?
IN remember" June said slow
ly. She was feeling the luxury of
elegant clothing. II was a thrill
to put on sheer, cobweb-like stock
ings. and stand in handmade shoes
that were like the luxurious things
she had often seen in the windows
of exclusive shops.
Here are your return tickets
and reservations" Joan was say
ing. There is five hundred dollars
in this pocketbook.
Here's your checkbook and a
balance that grows every month
because Dad transfers my allow
ance on the first Of each month.
I never can use it all, there's
more than any two girls need. so
it grows constantly. Don't be
afraid to buy anything your heart
desires. Now give me YOUR
pocketbook."
June laughed. Here it is. The
valuables it contains are my key
to the locker at the store, a couple
of movie ticket stubs I have for a
drawing car going to be given
away at the Bijou theater next
week-and unless I am mistaken
there1l be IS cents in the coin
purse.
"That'l have to last you until
next Thursday for lunches and car
fare. Thursday is four days away,
so you'd better be careful"
Joan's brown eyes were shining
and the red glints in them played
excitedly. This is thrilling"
Not so thri-"ag, maybe" June
said, fear clutcning at her heart.
Joan, maybe we'd better not do
this. I'd like to, I'll admit that,
but maybe we'd better not"
Nonsense, when I 90 out that
door In just ten minutes flat I'll
be June Radzell on my way home
to the flat. You promised on your
honor to go through with this"
She had opened the shabby purse
eagerly.
You're right, June" counting
the small coins in the coin purse,
'eighty-five cents-to a penny. No.
No. you're wrong. You're one cent
short, miss. What are you going
to do about that ?"
I'm going to give you this"
June held Joan's own purse out to
her. Il don't need all of this. Why,
I wouldn't even begin to know how
to spend it. You've got to take it,"
mot l." Joan laughed, I'm GO
ing into this adventure-stepping
into your shoes exactly as you
stepped out of them. Believe me,
I'll have fun. For the first time
in my life I'm going to know what
it is to be on my own. / won't
have to account for every minute
of my time.
There won't be any maid to I'M
pack my suitcase, and no chauf-
feur to fetch me from any place
| want to 60. l can ride on the
subway, l can go 90 picture shows.
can even date some nice young
American who doesn't know where
his next meal is coming from.
Maybe he'll even have such an
absorbing interest in life that he
doesn't care. Maybe he'll fall in
love with me-"
June said recklessly, Pull that
inside upper. take out of the pock-
ct what you find there"
Wonderingly, Joan obeyed, hold
ing the shabby handbag. There.
pasted on stiff piece of cardboard
was the picture of a man. He was
young. He was handsome.
His wide gray eyes laughed sud-
denly into Joan's brown ones. His
curly shock of yellow hair was in
disarray, his tie just bit awry,
and the crooked smile on his DEVIL
may-care face invited true sdven-
ture.
That's Tony" June said sober
ly. Hes trying TO be a playwright
but so far he hasn't made three
square meals a day by his play
writing.
so between play writing and
taking a play writing course at
Columbia university, he's q sing
ing waiter in a Bavarisn restau-
rant right around the corner from
the theater where mother takes
care of LaRue's wardrobe"
DO you love him ?" Joan asked.
feeling her heart turn slowly over
as she waited for her sisters
answer.