The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, April 28, 1930, Page 3

THE DAILY ALASKA EMPIRE, MONDAY, APRIL 28, 1930. PALACE| ARTING TU l"?[) \\ OF COURSE~—IT'S AT WHERE SOUND S()lf.\'Db' BEST Chapter 1 j0ws nothing about this stuff!?] The room was getting dark, but| Can Wives Be 2—Shows—2 Trusted 7:30 and 9:3 And How! —Shows—2 THE PUZZLE OF PARADOS ‘That remark made my blood boil. [she brought into it that glowing “Are you Mr. Morrison Parados’ peasant ancestry was|fluid grace of the perfect blonde. . T()NI('IIT Westerad long | She placed a sheaf of typewritten o . I shall never forget Dan Para- |apparent in his short legs | i los as I saw him when T turned |arms, in stocky shoulders and heavy | letters in front of Parados SOUND il ny head at the sound of his ur-‘zmn(ls, “Hello, girlie,” he greeted her. e bt Sfivpply‘.f'\d"l_.ux;‘ 50 icofpesgif, 4% e He 8w sshen on, the desk amp. So easy to LAUGH when you SEE and HEAR this 100 Per Cent All Talking Laugh Sensation nroug: ne French window in the 0s, as! ed. KNow a gre “This is my se y, Miss Fer - <~ v X - 1 ¥ N > ‘ . - \ . - * library of his sprawling hacienda | deal about pictures and antiques.” | Hunt. Shak with Mr. Hunt, DOUGLAS McLEAN, MARIE PREVO JOHNNY ARTHUR in on San Lucas Island. He grinned sourly. “Then what |Celia.” T{Erectric TONIGHT SYSTEM nds Dan Parados had heen called [do you know about this stuf The girls hand was cold, her 66 799 “the most sinister figure on the “It’s worth around a quarter of |hazel eyes impersonal. As I muih- '4 Coas a million,” I said, curbing my a: ~‘1)Ir(l something, Parados slipped “Are you Mr. Morrison?” His tone I wondered if I should risk |his arm around her waist and drew | — eaking my mind. I decided to. her slender body against his burly| 2 ] " “No” I sald diffidently. “Mr.| “You probably swindled it out |shoulder. EXTR 4 I,‘XTR 1 TWO LOVERS A}lm’rlsnn is ill. I am Allan Hunt, |of t;ar estate for a hundred thou- H(;r tiyvs fled to the patio window £ 44 = the junior partner.” sand or so.” as If she expe 1 to see someone. 3 N ol G N gy '3 A v A telephone stood on the desk. 1} He chuckled. When the red to mine they| THE FIRST AND ONLY PICTURES OF learned later the instrument was| “I paid ninety thousand for the | were desperatly afraid. connected with various rooms in|lot,” he boasted. “How's that?” “We are glad to have you, Mr. “ , 4 ’, the house and departments outside & I found myself thinking of John |Hunt,” she said limpidly. “We * — S There was no connection between |Brent and Don Ramon Velasquez. [don't have many young men on , >4 OUR PROGRAMS — m; Ma‘nd and the mainland It was impossible to think of Dan |San ’;hm; nllu we, Daddy ados?” | arados dropped heavily into the | Pardos at the same time. She laughed rd, way, | ) N . . ™ - 3 o AT T - " p Alw Good — Often | chair bveside his desk John Brent, founder of the Cali- |shaking her honey-colored hair, | Don’t Miss Hearing Marie Sing “So Sweet HIS OPERATION—100 Per Cént' Talking G¥ 3 ENove Dol “It was Morrison I wanted!” he|fornia branch of his family, had | “Enough of 'em,” Pardos mum- 5 it 3 3 Y i TR, Ll')m’?’d}t s sreat—IVever a Doubt ) oxcigimed angrily. been a forty-niner. Washing a small |ed, frowning. “F along, Cels Listen in on “So Sweet S Y TR % = “Mr. Morrison has every confi- |fortune from the hills, he became a | “Neat little package” Parados ——— FOX MOVIETONE NEWS NO PICTT R], dence in my abilities.” merchant and banker. The family | muttered as she left. Then, to me: | MEYER & EVANS—Cowboy and Girl PHIL BAKER “IN SPAIN"—Vitaphone Act PROGRAM onfidence, be damned! How |had prospered until after the World |“Where were we at?” Vitaphone Act S e a . e T()\'I(:ll‘T- .,nlc!Tzu'e you?” 1\)1 i S g fmv;ats wlon(!“:-\y g Whab you ir;- - SOON—“Chinatown Nights,” “Gold Diggers 1\ > ann “Twenty-ni: " on Ramon was different, but of | ten 0 do with the Brent coly o r 7ite % Ryvis i }"‘ “And I suppose you know all |similar qual He built the fort |lection,” T began diplomatically. SANDERSON & CRUMIT— itaphone Act of Broadwa | Theatre Rented * about this art junk?” on San Lucas Island and died in| “You know just what I have?” 4 2 Outside there was a terrific, omi- [it like the gallant gentleman he| “I think so. I checked it once be- NS = ot e O e SN - ooaci . ) ‘)(‘]:::\:;ix\x‘r]:llm:pfiic‘“”{é e et . e e L know angthing | 0Ure: Book shelves, the hallihe stopped abruptly deor in the north. way when hcj. “No, Mr. Parades. | " - L / A i g door, another door and a fireplace| Parados creaked forward in his[stopped abruptly. 1 saw he was “Where is he?” | » * z occupied all of the north wall. The |chair, a destructive violence in his |staring at the glass case that hac “I don't know.” Attractlons fire was not lighted, but the grate |eyes. “What d'you want, Anner- |caught my attention. ‘Is there anything you do know?" ¢ had been laid. Against the wall |sley?” Parados didn't speak. I had the|Parados demanded vindictively, i 4 Y'Y Parados slipped hT§ arm : ff. |opposite the fireplace stood a heavy| I thought you were alone,” the | feeling that something inside him|Then: “Keep your eye on your cuff At Theati‘es £ ; around Celia and drew N2 fl. |suie of ornamental design, its door | man said unsteadily. “I-T was look- | Was belng tarn up by the roots. He | links, Hunt.” R ¥ )\ X her against his burlv 5 bt +if open. |ing for Miss Celia | turned to me His contempiuous wone made the shoulder. — \ > # J My eyes traveled back to the| wwhat dyou want with her?"| “Do you veueve in luck, Hunt?|inference of his remark brutally fire-place. A dome shaped glass|parados was furious. Luck symbolized by a—a— obvious, but I kept still. case of the type used to house| The man flinched, but his eyes| ‘Talisman?” “Oh, Jahries!” he called again. S stutfed birds stood in the corner of | werg defiant. “That's my affair.” “That's it. A man’s lucky plece.”| “Yes, Mr. Parados?” e PR € o |the mantle. It appeared to be| «annersiey.” “No,” I said. “I'm not supersti-| “I shall not be in to dinner.” 7/ & ‘Wheneve Douglas Mac empty, and I wondered why. “yes?” tious.” | Parados went into the library feafured in a picture that opus is) a shcecess, and as showmen say, “a woy” from start to finish. This has been in bly the case in| the Just then the latch of the patio| «ghake hands with Mr. Hunt.| “You don't know what T'm talk-|and shut the door, {Window clicked and a man In &|Tpjs js Annersley, Hunt—one of |ing about!” he exclaimed. Then:| (Copyright, 1930, Willlam Morrow @inner jacket burst into the room, | my pright young men. Hunt is to be [“We'll leave the junk 'till tomor- and Company) his feet falling noiselessly on the | yitn ys a day or two.” row. Have you met Mrs. Para- \ Ahepast. And it is certainly blue Turkey carpet. He was of | “«Glad to know you, Hunt,” An- |dos?” Into the mystery of Parados’ “t %verdict of those who saw and ap-| medium height, slender build, and | peixley said tonelessly, and backed | I sald I had. Parados jerked at| neme—and inis Hunt’s Mfeet plauded Doug’s appearance in his {about forty. He seemed one of |+ of the room. a bell rope. The maid, a smug- comes a beautiful girl intruder second all-talking film, “Divorce | those tense, compact individuals. .|~ parados still hot with fury, drum- | faced young woman, appeared. i aatinieoi B, Made F at the Coliseum The- | A folded newspaper was clutched | yaq on the table “nfisy Jahriss P\ Parados birked: i ater yesterday. In his left hand in such a Way| wyoy, might as well see this|and the maid fled. The house- NOTICE t0 SEIPPERS P “Pivorce Made Easy,” which is as to give me the impression that | g e This way keeper, tall, angular, with fixed| The “MARGNITA” will DOt 8C- the, bill again tonight, provides | he held something between the tW0 | gro pag turned on the light and |somber eyes, presented herself. |cept freight after 1:30 p. m. on MaeLean with just the right ma-: thalves of the paper Suddenly he | o0 were halfway across the other| “Is M. Flique in?” sailing date. —adv. terial for his happy faculty of mak-{ saw me, his tension snapped and ing people laugh. It provides hu- morous_episodes, humorous “gags” I'IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!II|IIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIII|IIIIIIIII|IIIIIIIIIII|IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIHIIIIIIIIIII|IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIllIIIIlIIIIIIIIII|IIIIIHIll!IIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIII!III and humorous dialog—all \funny in | themselves, bt all vastidfunnier ™ poatman had was The! And here, I reflected, was Dan|abodb tiHe. stuff myself.” % o the hands of this capable youlig, Gyt, a funnel d fissure at the [Parados—fruit peddler, gambler| His attitude puzzled me. “You| man, this dapper youth With the head of the cove. When the tide |and speculator, grafter and master |don't seem particularly interested| ¢ ever-ready smile. {was full, as it was now, the fury|of corrupt npoliticians—with the|in the collection, Mr. Parados.” His long experience in legiti-{op the imprisoned waters reached|Brent collection in one hand and| “I'm not. Give « mate productions prior to his entry jis neignt, info the film world comes to the| «r gon't suppose anything of the ” fore in Doug’s talking picture. He kind,” I protested heatedly. has a pleasant voice and he knuv»s‘ “Then why did Morrison send me ¢ how to use it effectively. a simp who as good as tells me he The plot of “Divorce Made Easy” B is based upon a scheme whereby a ‘{:‘* - young married couple hope to se- “TWO LOVERS® AT i { business. If a man can't hold what | nodded. cure a divorce in order to get a | PALACE TOMORROW ! | i i ¥ o large part of the fortune of a gy . he’s got, he should lose it.' ‘Mebbe I'll start one—the Para malden aunt of the husband. Doug It becomes increasingly clear to| “You wouldn't complain,” T ven- f_i'JS M:_,morial Museum. How's thal obligingly consents to take part in the stubbornly skeptical ob\exver‘t“”‘dv “if some one were strong “”f_‘“d* ; the project, offering his services that the team of Colman and Banky |€nough to take your wealth from| “But I thought you weren & 8s the co-respondent. Their plans is slated for final and irrevocable |you? es‘l‘edl in that sort of thing. all go “haywire” amid a flock of dissolution. Ronald Colman and | “I'd like to see the boy that can| “It's none of your business, young fast-flying "and uproariously funny |Vilma Banky have attained the |do it.” He laughed boastfully. feller, but you might as well knffW.. situations. ipoint where each is an individual| “If you lose your life you'd lose|I came from a bad ogmt and I've Marie Prevost and Johnny Ar-!star in his and her own right. “Two |everything, wouldn't you?” handled 8 lot of dirt. Get me thur as the wife and her plotting Lovers,” the Samuel Goldwyn pro- His magnificent conceit had irked | straight, I'm not ashamed of it. It_s husband, prove to be excellent all- duction, will come to the Palace |me and the words were out before brought me money, and I'd do‘ 1‘t talling picture actors. Additional | Theatre on Tuesday, is the last I realized ‘1t. 1 again. B_ub Don 'Pnra-dos isn't # sufport of high calibre is fur-'photoplay in which the famous “What d'you mean by that?” he|going to live mor?n vahulhcr.?fl nisShed by Dot Farley as the aunt, pair may be seen together. shouted furiously. ; or 30 years and he'd llkuvlo leave Jack Duffy as the intrusive old: Theirs is a history comparable “I'm sorry,” I apologized. “I sup- some!?tmg behlnd—somz:thmg peo- uncle and’ Frances Lee as the with that of Francis X. Bushman [pose I was thinking of the imper- |ple will remember. S0 he's zakxng U me warm flesh the Velasquez lands in the other.[and blood every time.” fou were fortunate, Mr. Para- |clenched hand hit the desk. : “Do you intend to keep your coi | “Shrewd,” he corrected. “Keep |lection here?” |'em scared, pay only when you “For a while.” He hesitated. “I'm have to, oil your wits—and you'll |going to give the stuff away.” ——=1 |make money even in the antique| “To a museum!” I exclaimed. He |IIHIIIIIIIIIIII1IIIlfllfllllIIIIIIHIHIIIIIImH = Political Rally ONIGH - AT 8 O'CLOCK PALACE THEATE n't inter- y ring f life.” art.” sweetheart of Doug who cannot un- and Beverly Bayne, differing only | manence o # derstand what all the “comprofnis- in that those two never thought of | The door opened at that moment.| He laughed and I detested him | ing” is about. 1eHecting a separation. A girl entered. more than ever. I wondered it ne naa hoped to found a dynasty. That would be a natural ambition. Mrs. Parados, I recalled, had had no children. Parados seemed disposed to lin- ger with his thoughts, so I peered into the shadows. The room was| l‘mfnmmm|mn||mmmmmmmumm mmmwmmmmmmmmnmnummmlmmuum 1 HEAR . = HON. JOHN RUSTGARD ':on the issues of the Delegate campaign, oy of E' 1 GARDNER and WALTER P. SCOTT on - Legislative Issues. Everyone Invited. French-fried potatoes can be done to a turn if cooked *ICW Chevrolet CLUB SEDAN, fully equipped, delivered at your door AT A TIME HiLts Bros. 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