The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, November 11, 1932, Page 7

T al Ly Com'ngsLy (Continued from Page One.) night. then?” - “T kncw. But gve been thinking:' T've reached a sort of crisis. Don'y hang up. This date you've made— can't you shelve it?” A longer pause. “I might—tell you what—be at my house by eight-thirty. If I'm rot at home, wait for me.” “But will you be?” “Listen.” Her voice had caress- ed him. “That’s a kiss. It's Ior! Why = didn't you say Had any other girl done that I would have meant a lct. When Santa did it, it only meani that she was amiable. Her name was all wrong. That was where the miscaief had start- éd. Whoever heard of christening a, the American baby Santa?’ A Spanish nurse had been responsi- ble, - Strangely misjudgin) in- tent propensities of her charge, she hdd addressed her as “My Saint.” The endearment had been made permancnt by baptism. The fam- ily name of Dawn had been suf-' ficiently fantastic. When Santa was added a flavor of quite un-! negessary romance had been im- W, In a worried mood Clive set out to keep the appointment. Tt was' an April evening—blue sky white banks of clouds. He traveled by the Hudson tube to Park Place. Newark and from there hired a taxi. After the pavements of New york, flowering shribs on green lawns impressed himr as usual. Tense with emotion,” he struck the tree-bordered avenue in which the Dawns'' town-house stood. Glancing &t the windows he leapt out, A curtain.moved. He was certain Shie ' was. behind: it. He mdde a Wager: with himself as he paid the taxi. i “1f shé&'s postponed the other, fellow, I'll' propose to her.” - The butler opened the door.. Miss Salita was away. ' Two' young gen- tiéiflen in an automobile had called for her. Mr. and Mrs. Dawn were at’ the theatre. The information - implled “On your way little one. | THere's nothing to detain you.” * | “That's all right Goff.” Clive in- sisted on entering. “Miss Santa’s cxpecting me. She’ll be back ai- vectly.” | Goff ushered him into the Ui-) prary and placed cigareftes at his elsow. live's feeling that he was an in- | truder grew. The well-bred silence of: the house rebuked him. Why nad the eniire family gome out? Was it to break the news. that he wasn't welcome? | iDusk faded.. Goff returned to switch on the lights and draw ml inds. | fepm afraid Miss Santa may be ldte sir. You know what shé fs.| if T may say so when she gets gbing. After nine. T'm off duty,| Is there anything I' can do for| you?” | “A bypad hint,” Clive surmised. “He wants to be rid of me.” 1 As minutes ticked by he won- dered how many suitors’ humilia- tion room had witneseed. ' Prot absence was her method' of ‘refusing. y His indigpation mounted. She'd. played him fast and loose. Rising, he' was._halted by an of sil- ver framed photographs. e she o MUST SEE AT A LEE ONCE AND TELL HER I'M ALL RIGHT =-- YOou SAID 1T - 7 THE POOR KID'S BEEN WORRIED SICK .- BUT FIRST OF ALL + WE GOT A LOTTA THINGS vas, the focus of his universe gen- e, remote, alluring—as a bglieve in her. At half-past eleven, when he had lost count of time a key turnad in the lock had raised his hope Voices. He recognized her moth- er's. “If the was in f she was bble a note. t be in library. Tt's lit up like a lanter A golden-headed woman, finely fea- DAWSON baby, it | school-girl debutante. Stran_ge hew she never lost that angelic look. 8he seomed to appesl to him 10 santa needs rest.” RA DISE | “Don't kmow how you night bawks stand it.” | rs. Dawn remained roobed. J “I would rather you left, Clive. | “I won't tire her “Bub hcw akoup yoursalf? won't be fit for anything in morning.” 1 “A good deal fresher,” Mrs. Dawn tcld her husband as she undressed. | “I don’t blame the boy,” Dawn |Stuck to ‘his defense. “Santa treats all her beauk abominally You the tured ‘and Burcpsanized, parted - the curtains. “O, it's you!” “Santa asked me to wait” excused his presence. “How long have you been wait- ing?” Clive grinned. “Not more than three hours.” “Three hours did you say? Mr. Dawn, athletic and ,fortyish, ap- peared behind his wife. mighty mean of her. When did you make the appointment?” “She’'s so young” Mrs. spoke conciliatingly. “But to drag Clive from New York for nothing.” “We'll teil her you were here.” Her mother stifled a yawn. “Offer him a bed Judy.” Dawn suggestéd. The situation called for action. Clive was being given the chance of leaving or being smuggled into a bedroom. In either event he would miss his interview with Santa. “Don’t worry about me,” he af- fected cheerfulness. “I' only want a word with her. Won't take a minute. @T'm accustomed to late hours.” Mr. Dawn turned away. Clive Dawn Mr. “That’s | snzourage ner.” e library Clive’s long visit, me a vigil. It was pasi | on2 ck when an automobile halted against the pavement. He raised a corner of the blind. The | voungricr at the wheel was call- ling “so long, baby.” The second rival was escorting her up the pathway. When the door had opened, there was & whispered conference which ended in a scuffle and Santa proclaim- ing. “This is isn't bargain day.” The door closed. Her back loward him, she was slipping the chain into place when he stepped into the hall. Fearing a footfall, she glanced timidly |aeross her shoulder. ‘How you scared me. {you were a burglar.” “Sorry,” he apologized “I've obey- ed your instructions.” She continued to fumble with the chain. “Let me do that.” She tripped into the library. Without giving him a chance shel |slarted to accuse herself. | 1'Tm not gofng to:lie. It was rotten of me. I forgot all aboit you. ‘What's the matter with ard In |had & ‘Thought WHERE DO YOU KEEP THIS --iqd other v aluables? he promised. | First National Bank YOUR insurance policies; : jewelry, securities, and other valuables, deserve pro- tection from the dangers of fire, loss, damage, and theft. And adequate protection costs far less than replacement. A Safe Deposit Box in out' strong vaults will give your valuables' the protection they shonld.hnni at a cost of only a few cents per month, If your valuables are worth keeping they are worth satekeeping—so select your box today. We have a size to meef your needs. I'M FIGGERIN' ON ANOTHER MATCH wiTH THE BIG DUKE., suLLy--- I'LL GET SOME SPARRIN' PODNERS FOR YOU THIS AFTERNOON = “Lei’s find out together.” Urging her to the couch he seat- ed himself beside her. sh> prompted, “Yes, but it's late.” all morning,” she coaxed him. “well, it's this. Do you me?” “Don’t be foolish.” “In love with me?" She |knocked her - funny-bone. “It's so difficult to be certain.” “Then you can't be. No woman can be in love with more than ¢ne man at the same time.” “You've never been a woman.” | “Well, here’s what I mean. No 'with more than one man at the same ‘time.” “What's to forbid her?” ‘Clive leaned forward. “The man who worships her. ESupposing I did to you what you've done to me this evening.” “I'd be furious.” “Then why should you be priv- fliged to do it to me?” Ehe flashed up her face, thrust- |ing her lips closer. “Because I'm a girl.” He didn’t soft-pedal. He told her that she was a flirt, one min- ute an aurcoled angel the next. That she was being misled when she attributed to every admirer (her own dinconstancy. Her mis- on was to be sacred. His mis- | 8ion was {Joint mission was to draw the |'blinds and concentrate. “But old sober-sides,” she pro- {tested. “be sensible. How can I tell whether I prefer you till I've sampled?” | That was the last straw. As |though the devil were behind him, he rushed into the hall and seized 1his hat. | Till you've finished sampling, ccunt me out,” he pronouhced his verdict. Next morning Mrs. Dawn tackled her daughter. “What's happened between you and Clive?” “I'm not so sure, Mummy. think he tried to “Did you say yes?” “I'm not sure, Mummy.” In that case you will. There's 1o time to be lost. 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