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rg o ; THE DAILY ALASKA EMPIRE, TUESDAY, JUNE 17,-1930. By CLIFF STERRETT ‘ L*S:r:jN’ PERKINS 5 IM A GAME GUY. SEE? BUT WHEN THAT lIHImHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIHIHHI!HIHHIHHIHIHIHIIIIIHIIIIHHIIIII[HIIHIIIIH HOW Y/ THINIKK . E! HES THIS CHILD- SWELL.. US| Y& GIVING HER THE = [T z B FOR THE HOT WATER AUXILIARY | who's been waving the magic, wand, | whispered. “Oh, I hope to romance.” | 5 gt H g, 0 i i i i ¥ - | Cinderella?” She didn’t dare say it :\loudm}i’l AT THE HOTLLS 15‘3(:, 11-:1&1?-' }ifl,x\lt Th Junior Diamond Briquets wiH save you ioney. ( A ® N I E 4 G I ° | Mary Lou smiled -shyly. “My|Tony must have surmised some- ¥ F Ben Wilson, I d ey ar% lolng lastm'g and give a steady _heat, re- | C s cousin.” thing of what she thought, Gastineau 3: UPrear ke i Quiring little attention. Give them a trial. You A e ‘ : Morton, Taku River; Mrs,|22Y Fred Stoter, city. will be pleased Tony bowed to Jay. “You're to Better be careful, Tony, old o o b i Zynda T i be congratulated, Mrs. Jerome. “You |man,” he thought as he pressad WIDKIEEN, (CUTGER, BeRlINe ] ) rche M. B COMES-TO-TOWN g 4 Bg-Mazsie SYNOPSIS: Just the first | Brynmor's eyes were angry. |racing car parked beside the curb.|intention of marrying her—or any S""“«IE; .Mr' e A VEnTls £ day of a two weeks' visit in ‘ “You don't mean that. You're{ “Our magic carpet, 1930 design,” | other girl” s v"' “(";;”Z,; ”Be;t:cr: ok i D | S WALMSLEY’ Managcr London brings many changes in |just trying to hit back at me.” lhe laughed. “This little bus is go-| (Copyright, 1930, Maysie Greig) '~ = xr “l:,' e | your merchandise PHONE 412 Mary Lou Leslie. Her trust- Mary Lou assumed amazement.!ing to take us down the pathway Hew will Mary Lou reaci e Jackson. 3;‘:1:(xquah~ F. = s s 5 o whem oon | W i 10 e ki to adventure - o exc| when s Jaens of Tomys w1, P museasan: x| gggnd it wayBRB @IS |00 mor Whittamore, whom she | “I suppose it was because I left|citement . . . tude tcward marriage?—tomox- Cordova; A. Welzbeck, wife | " = Joved, decerts her to be with |you a few minutes last night,” he| “And romance,” Mary Lows heart| row. B sy v W W}WJ}/W pheren Clarice Day, a night club danc- | mumbled b = e B P TSR e e 1 | er. That night Mary Lou meets Tony Titherington, a wealthy amateur pilot of renown, and he promises to show her the eity. Jay Jerome, her cousin with whom she is staying, tells Mary Lou she will need some fiew clothes if she is to travel in Tony's crowd. At Jay's gown shep Mary Lou is outfitted with the latest dresses. She hesitates to call Tony by telephone, but when she does he outlines a | Grelag P | “Did you?" she smiled. “I'd for- | gotten, really.” | Brynmor felt still angrier, but he was definitely aware of an unde- niable attraction in this new Mary He curbed his temper. “Don’t hurt each other any more, vy Lou, please. Let’s be the good Is we were last summer. If you lare going out with that chap to- night, keep tomorrow night for me, {will you, dear?” ' have wrought a miracle.” A few minutes later Mary Lou and Tony stood beside a low blue the starter. “Never do for her to get any romantic illusions into her head. She’s a dear kid, but I've no ., Funter; George Robbins cquah; Mrs. L. A. Minard; C aispter, Tacoma; H. J. men- son and wife, Chichagof. YOU CAN'T HIDE FAT CLUMSY ANKLES ly, city; L. Atkin FOR ALL KINDS OF WEATHER Warm sunshiny days may be here for a week —then cool days’ again. Keep a supply of coal in your bin for a quick fire. PACIFIC COAST NUT or UTAH NUT are just right for this purpose. Pacific Coast Coal Co. ALASKA MEAT CO. QUALITY AND SERVICE TO YOUR LIKING Meadowbreok Butter Austin Fresh Tamales PHONES 39 Deliveries—10:80, 2:30, 4:30 rd SIMMON S basaassaas e B U IHNUHU U T B P U T mfi;fl;‘};\/?zwfi/ ”’E\/r»? FER A E : rL/';\{T;fAC?D FEMALE TRIES ; i - TOOTH\\PY:R) TGIVE ME A 8ATHj~"‘ J | GERT?uDF:‘j A TOOTH i I QUITS! g H . i N PAW 2 TREATMENT il ; E : full program of parties and | Mary Lou sighed and shook her h t t i . tt dances which they are fo at- |head. “I am sorry, but m afraid w d g Sprlngs M tend. Mary Lou is more excited |I'm booked up every night this en empte o over.'ndu' e a resses than ever. | week. Anyhow, if we can't fix it < | up, it’s nice to see you again.” ° D B d d B b C b Chapter 8 | ‘Brynmor stared at hgr in genu- 'lReach for a Luck Instead" aj)’ edas an a y ros A JOLT FOR BRYNMOR {ine amazement. Never had he an- § i Jay was as thrilled as Mary Lou ticipated anything like this. Now ¥ when she heard of the plans that|he didn't know what to do. He Call and see the Simmons TPony had proposed. |might have argued further, but at | “Then you must have more than|that moment Jerry Jerome came ! DEEP SLEEP Mattress one evening frock,” she exclaimed ).u}m» e Be moderate—be moderate in all things, You're sure to meet the same peo- ¢ Why, l-mI]n‘ Mary u:‘ el even in smoking. Avoid that future shadow* ple everywhere, and girls remember kissed her affectionately. “I hear b oidi g 3 ; your dresses with such painful jou painted the town red last y avoiding over-indulgence, if you would b curacy. I have one in'red em- night!” He shook hands with maintain that modern, ever-youthful bt A I T S SR broidered chiffon over silver lame that will look stunning on you.” When Mary Lou left Jay's shop she had both evening frocks and Jerry shook hands with Brynmor, and glanced knowingly at Mary Lou. the Italian blue suit in a box under oéne arm. Back in the flat, she was trying on the Italian blue suit when the doorbell rang. It was Brynmor, looking rather sheepish. #Oh, hello, Brynmor.” She was glad she was wearing the new blue suit. It was reassuring to see the| Brynmor muttered something un- L. h & P w admiration leap into his eyes. intelligible as he disappeared down lg t 0 er “Jove, Mary Lou. What have you |the stairway. He told himself, an- been doing to yourself?” grily, that this was the last of C "n “he assumed a casual air. “Noth- | Mary Lou. Yet he was amazed to ‘ 0 pany ing, why?” find, as he strode down the road, “You look different somehow. I came around to make some arrange- meént for tonight” he remarked, “and to see if you had reached home safely after the raid.” Brynmor, glanced at Mary Lou, as |much as to say: “Is this the fel- low?” Behind Brynmor's back Mary (Lou shook her head. Jerry grinned |back, and she knew she was going to like this big red-haired husband |of Jay’s. The ‘three of them chatted for a few minutes, then Brynmor left re- Iuctantly. Mary Lou saw him to the door. that he didn't want it to be the last of Mary Lou at all. Mary Lou was laughing softly as she closed the door. “I think I've paid you out for heat purifies less irritating physicians say that Luckies are figure. “Reach for a Lucky instead.” Lucky Strike, the finest Cigarette you ever smoked, made of the finest tobacco—The Cream of the Crop—"IT'S TOASTED.” Lucky Strike has an extra, secret heat- ing process. Everyone knows that and so 20,679 to your throat. | Thomas Hardware Co. Pioneer Pool Hall MILLER TAXI IN CONNECTION Telephone 183 Pool—Billiards EMPLOYMENT OFFICE Chas. Miller, Prop. STATIONERY, OFFICE EQUIPMENT, Typewriter: Supplies and Commercial Printing Exclusive Dealers Underwood Typeuriters Geo. M. Simpkins Co. The HOOVER It Beats—As It Sweeps— As It Cleans Alaska Electric JUNEAU—Phone 6 DOUGLAS—Phone 18 “Of course I did,” Mary Lou|telling that little dancer that I was | smiled.. “Mr. Titherington brought | nice "enough, but that I bored you § me home."” stiff,” she said to herself. “Coming events B “Oh, is that the fellow's name?" “Mr. Anthony Oswald Tithering- ton. You may have heard of him. He's an amateur pilot—rather fa- mous, I believe.” Brynmor's expression showed the information didn't please him. . “Oh, well,” he shrugged, “I don't sup| you'll ever see him again.” on't I?” said Mary Lou. “I'm not planning to see anyone else for the next two weeks.” Brynmor was startled. “Look here, ~Mary Lou, you came to town to see didn’'t you?” 5 I did” she murmured, “fat maybe T've changed my mind.” i*Nonsense. You can't mean that.' Hé rose fo his feet. “Stop fooling and tell me where I can take you Jerry was resting in a comfori- able chair when she returned to the studio. “I take it, by the expression on his face, you'd been giving that young fellow the air,” he grinned. “Wasn't he hero of last sum- mer, Mary Lou?” She nodded. “He was. But there's another one now.” Then Jay came in, and the three of them joked as they enjoyed the| meal that the day maid had pre- pared. Afterwards, there was_the excitement of Mary Lou's dressing for the dance. Jay insisted thdt she wear the golden picture gown. At last Mary Lou was ready, lis- |tening intently for Tony's foot- steps on the stairs. A few moments cast their | "It’s toasted” Your Throat Protection—against irritation—against cough *No special dietary, but moderation in eating and drinking and not more than thrée meals.daily,” . is Dr. F. McKelvey Bell’s advice in the New York Medical Journal to all men and women who want to keep a proper figure. We do not represent that smoking Lucky Strike Cigarettes will bring shadows hefore” JARMAN’S - Second Street Cotton Blouses at $1.95—Silk Blouses at $5.00 WOOL SKIRTS THE HOTEL OF ALASKAN HOTELS - THE GASTINEAU Our Services to You Begin and Ead st the tonight?” later the bell rang, Jerry modern figures or cause the reduction of flesh. We do declare that when. tempted to do yourself . ; Passenger-Casrying T“l*mumv o L "l:d'ij;‘l‘f;‘j lagoeed in 1o Y. 0 2 £ x well, if you will “Reach for a Lucky instead,” you will thus avoid over-indulgence in things Gang MW“ Rowy v | ‘ony taking 5] “Come in, young fellow,” an t . : o dance. We're going on to the Jun- | rony was ushered into the studio. cause excess weight and, by avoiding over-indulgence, maintain a modern, graceful form. ¢! “Well, well,” he grinned at Mary Lou. “Where's the fairy godmother TUNE IN—The Lucky Strike Dance Orchestra, evefy Samda‘v and Thursday evening, over N. B. C. networks. ©1930, The American Tobacco Co., Old Papers for sale at Empire Oftice

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