The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, December 14, 1931, Page 6

T THIS “BOOSTIN' THE BRAT® BUSINESS IS BEGINNIN' TGIVE ¥ ME A PAIN, POLLY/ DON'T WEAKEN, PA! STICK Ut POLLY AND HER PALS TVYIT“) Syncpeis: Venicc Muir hopes to find the talisman of social success in Paris. She has cpent most of her time in New Yerk watching the popu- larity of cther girls. Since her childhocd her Mother has told Venice always to be attractive, to smile and talk brightly at all times. But Venice has ben hampored by diffidence and a chy ignorance of the tricks of flirtation. In despair her mcther takes her to Paris, in the hcpe that new scenes and new people I give her con- fidence. e Mrs. Muir is cenfined to her rcom with a scvere cold, Venice wanders abcut the city. She goes to Zelli's to dance with Johnny Maple, a boy whom the met on the boat. Returning, she finds a light in her mother's room. Doctor Hawks blocks her way, saying that her mother is worse, Chapter 16. DYED DRE Venice cried his chest with “Lot me go to h tensely, pushing at mervous hads. “Sh-sh, don't be disturbed, my dear. She telephoned me about twelve. Her chest had sud become painfully congested. I right down. Pneumonia. It—" “Please, please,” cried Venice, “let me in.” She gave a sudden push and shoved him to one side. In the room she walked slowly so as not to disturb her mother. Mrs. Muir lay fuat on her back, the covers up to her chin, her eyes Fhut. On her face was a horrible rallor, eerie, bloodless. Her ex- Prgssion was peculiarly closed and BY HARRIET HENRY strange. “Is—is she asleep?” whispered Venice. She looked from her moth- er's chalky face to the doctor. His eyes terrified her with their solici- tude. “She's—er—" Venice had suddenly stooped and touched her mother’s cheek with a pitying hand. “She’s dead,” she shrieked. “She's dead.” | Doctor Hawks came quietly and | drew her away. Venice sank down in a chair and gazed at nothing with a queer, dulled, uncomprehending feeling. | She couldn't look at her mother | again, ever. Her eyes fixed them- selves on the red plush drapes of the French window. “What'll T do?” she finally asked. | “I'll help you with everything,” said Doctor Hawks. “You mu:;i‘ try not to worry. I was with her| at the end. It was very peaceful She must have had a bad heart muscle.” “Yes,” said Venice stupidly and continued to stare at the red cur-| tains. Thy tho “Have you any friends I could| telephone for you?” she heard Doctor Hawks saying. “No. No one. Mother knew some people, but we hadn’t looked them| |up yet. I don't know who they | are.” “Wouldn't you try to ittle? Tl stay here.” Yes,” she sald. She got slowly | to her feet and went into her own room. She undresed in the dark.| | yr'e the color of rubles, she sleep a| " lown room, THE DAILY ALASKA EMPIRE, MONDAY, DEC. 14, 1931. I HEARTILY DISAPPROVE OF She was away some place. Or per- haps that was all there was, that muted, alabaster figure in the bed. She began to cry slowly, bitterly. The ensuing two or three days were a haze to Venice. Certain scenes stood forth. There was her waking in the late morning. With the opeing of her eyes tragedy rushed in upon her. Mother's dead, mother’s dead, went her mind in dulled reiteration. She got out of bed, put on slippers and negligee. The door was closed between the adjoining rooms. Venice approached it re- luctantly. Doctor Hawks started from his chair. “Good morning,” he said gently. “I have to go to the hospital, but T'll be back in an hour or two. Would you like me to make em- balming arrangements and attend to things for you?” “Embalming arrangements,” ech- oed Venice. “Here,” he suggested, taking hold of her arm and piloting her to her “let’s make ourselves comfortable and talk a moment.” She gave him a small smile. He was s0 good. She must show him that she appreciated it. “I suppose you want to hurry back for the burial in America?” “No. We—we had a conversation |about it. It all seemed funny at the time. Mother wanted to be buried here.” “Well, I'll talk to the American consul .You mustn't worry.” “No,” said Venice. The remainder of the day Venice alternated between pacing her own room and going into the next to stand at the bedside and gaze dully down at the stilled face. She couldn't bear these periodic visits to what had once been her mother, but she felt that it wasn’t daugh- terly to let that form be taken In bed she suddenly remembered | away without her small parting her mother's enthusiasm at the in- | vitation to Zeili's. She would- never attentions, There followed the confusion of see her mother any more. Never. Doctor Hawks' return with a black Q Bring the Children to THE CASH BAZAAR Santa Claus HERE IN PERSON EVERY THE CASH DAY From 3:30 to 5 P. M. T BAZAAR AND I WANT YoU TO PROMISE: NEVER TO FLATTER HER coated, black bearded man. Ven- ice stayed in her own room When they took her mother away. Hear- ing the footsteps in the hall, some- thing within her welled and broke, She flung herself on her bed in a paroxysm of grief. The funeral ser- vice, the cemetery, nothing could be so final and separating as this. Desperation swept her. The telephone rang. She slowly forced herself to rise from the bed, pushed strands of limp copper hair back from her eyes and picked up the receiver. “H-hello.” It was like a nightmare conver- sation. Silly yet dreadful. “What!” “¥es. “Oh, Venice, I'm so sorry. I—er —is there anything I can do for you?” “No, thank you. ny.” She put down the receiver on his tumbled words of pity. She never thought of him again. But this touch from the sane, untroubled world without gave her a sadden equilibrium. I must have black clothes, she thought, and rose to don a hat and coat. There was a knock. “Qui est la?” “Doctor Hawks.” “Come in.” She turned to smile wanly at him. “You've been so kind.” Goodbye, John- where are you going?” “To buy some black things.” “Yes, 1 sce. Are—are you going to stay on here?” “I—I hadn't thought.” “Of course. Perhaps after the funcral you might change to an- other hotel.” “I would like to move afterwards. When—when will the funeral be?” “Whenever you like. Do you think the day after tomorrow?” “Yes.” “The American Church and any ccmetery that the consul thinks suitable?” “Yes, please.” “And are there people at home you'd like to cable” Mrs. Spalding of course. And uncle Livingstone and Aunt Ruthie in Richmond and her father's sis- ter, her aunt Laura in Boston. She found pencil and paper. “What about money, way?” “Mother and I have—had a joint letter of credit on the Bankers Trust.” “I see. But must you really go out now?” “Yes.” She couldn’t stay here by herself. She needed black clothes. Nothing really lived in her recol- lectlon of the next twenty-four hours. Buying the black clothes and leaving dresses at the dyers she might as well have been an automaton. And then the American church in the Rue de Berri. She and Doc- tor Hawks sat in a front pew and the coffin was before them piled with the flowers that she had bought. And under the mass of living green and gardneia white her mother lay dead .It seemed un- believeable. It seemed only a min- ute ago that her mother was say- ing with her face alight, “You must wear your new turquoise chiffon.” Would the turquoise chiffon dye? But one didn't wear decollete dresses in mourning. No, of course not. But her mother had said that Venice mustn’t mope. Zelli's by the “Hi, Venice; it's Johnny. A hangover?” “No. My mother has died sud- denly.” “That's all right, my dear. Why, | DOUGLAS | NEWS S — REV. CALDWELL AND FAMILY ARE HERE FROM SOUTH Rev. J. W. Caldwell, Mrs. Cald- | and two daughters, the Misses ! ved here Saturday from Port- nd, Oregon, to make Douglas r home. They have moved into the parsonage of the Congroga- — e Gwendolyn Ethel, infant daugh- last ith ut a died at ‘'St. Ann's hospital after several days illn: umonia. The baby was old. - e - TO CHICHAGOF ab Mr. and Mrs. Louis Delet t Saturday night-on make their home. Mr. D has a position as bookket ore at Chichagof. | By CLIFF STERRFTT 7 FLATTEN ER! tional church. { FLEEK BABY DIES ! ter of Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Fleek, ! BUT DON'T BE SURPRISED IF ONE OF THESE- DAYS L WIIY buy twe Pens? One Parker Duofold serves both as pocket and desk pen. Ask your dealer zbout Parker's ft?ee desk-taper offer. For sale at the better stores AT THE NUGGET SHOP CLUB CHAMPIONS 'AMATEUR ATTRACTS COLLEGE GOLFER ST. AUGUSTINE, Flia.,, Dec. 14. tered for the National Champion- ship of Club Champions, leading amateur classic of the Florida win- ter season here February 1 to 6. 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She started. Doctor Hawks' hand on her arm and they were walking out of the church. The cemetery presented a battal- jon of meaningless stones, their harsh outlines blurred through her tears. Dear God, she prayed, be good to her. Make her not mind. Two days later Venice moved to the Louis-Le-Grand. An exciting new life opens to Venice in the next installment. Traffic Fatalities In Seattle Reach 86 for This Year SEATTLE, Dec. 14—The 1931 traffic fatality list of Saettle to- talled 86 up to last Saturday night following the death of An Kladony, aged 26, who .died from injuries received in a collision two weeks ago when he was dri an unlighted automobile, Worth that endures, with charm that endures, that’s what gifts from The Wright Shoppe will mean to you. The cannot Our superb collection this worthy of your discriminating taste. A BAA. 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