Evening Star Newspaper, July 15, 1932, Page 20

(INSTALLMENT 1. Continued.) “Too bad you're going Miss Brookes.” "The cashier was handing Tony her en- wvelope. “What, another victim?” The excla- mation came from a_tall girl over by the lockers. Leslie Moran, a model. Tony knew her slightly, had chatted with her now and then. “Hope you're Juckier than I am. Me, I'm all washed up. too, and no place to go” Something in the girl's voice moved Tony to ask: “You mean you haven't any home?” You got the rough idea, Brookes. I had a room but the tender-hearted landlady won't let me keep it any more unless I pay in advance. I drew ahead here so there's nothing to pay her with. Prett “I've a room—it's sort of scrimpy, but there's a couch in it beside my daybed. I'd like to have you come and keep me company, if you don’t mind close quar- ters.” Leslie Moran came out of the shadow, under the light where she could fix eyes wide with amazement and with unbe- lief on her fellow misfortunate. Silence, for the flick of a second, then the tall “You're Tegular. My name's Lee.” “Mine’s Tony.” That had occurred two, going on three weeks ago. Lee and Tony had knocked, had thundered at opportuni- ty’s doors. No door had opened. Funds dwindled. Five dollars, loaned by Tony, went to Lee's “tender-hearted” landlady who claimed that amount was due her for “service,” and who refused to allow Lee to take away her clothes until the $5 was paid. The remaining sum of Tony's savings must be carefully hoard- ed for rent. Food Wwas inadeguate in Mrs. Higgins' third floor back, but friendship flowered with all the celerity and vigor of youthful gardening. So that Tony, returning to its pleas- ant promise, leg-weary and heart-heav after another day's unsuccessful storm- ing of opportunity’s doors, was disap- pointed to find the room dark, empty of human habitant. She pulled on the light. A note was pinned to her pil- e “Tony—Gone to pick primroses. Don't worry, T'll watch out for stickers. Tom Stewart is back in town. If he calls for me tell him I'm out looking for work. Back soon. Higgins gave me a key. Your name ought to be What- apal. LEE.” To pick primroses. What did Lee mean? “I shouldn’t have left her here.” Tony Tebuked herself, “after what she said this morning. I should have waited, urged her to come with me. She was Something has that the buzzer? Yes, three ghort, sharp signals. Some one for the :’mrd floor. Tony hurried to open her ° s Brookes?” “That_you?” Yes, Mrs. Higgin: "Sure, some devil's been ringing—" ts. Higgins, was it—was it Miss Moran? You'd know her voice. I'm sure.” Had something happened to Lee, foolish, lovable Lee, with her chatter ebout primroses and dropping gold coins in baskets and getting things without giving? “An’ how would I be knowin’ her Yoice when there’s a million as like.” When Mrs brogue thickened. “All I know is, who- ever ’tis says ’tis important, an’ it’s hung up on me they have.” Lee! Who else would be calling Tony insistently? She knew no one in the city, she was a stranger, except for Lee and now Tony closed the door. For the first time since her farewell to the house Higgins was annoyed, her | a pair of dilapidated blue kid slip- into TS, P one-and-two-and-three — and —" she counted, circling her arms and slapping her hands against her shoul- ders in an effort to chase away the |lure of the pillow. Then she stood up, slipped into a blue cotton bathrobe, | which for wear and tear rivaled the blue kid slippers, and went to close the | window. “So to grecdt another day,” she aroled to improvised music. ‘.c The heap gn the bed to the right moved ever so little. | _“Oh—go: a_ muffied voice com- plained. on't tell me it’s morning already.” “Bad news—it is. for exactly"—Tony —*seven hours.” There was an upheaval, & turning and twisting, a settling down again of | the covers on the bed to the right of the table. Tony disappeared behind & screen in a corner of the room. Little domestic noises escaped around the Screen: a cupboard door opened and closed; a whirr of lighted gas; a dis- creet scuffiing _through metal objects that clicked. Presently the room was permeated by a familiar pungency, & nose-titivating delight, and the covers in the still occupied bed were flung aside. Leslie Moran sat half way up in | bed, leaning the weight of her upper body back against her elbows and ex- | ploring the air with appreciative sniffs. “Coffee,” Lee said. “She had been «Lee” for such a long time she had for- | gotten “Leslie.” “Yummy! Is there lots it, darling?” of-'rons" 'ig'ony poked her head from behind the screen, sent an encouraging smile toward the bed. “I hate to dis- turb your beauty rest. but we've simply got to get on the job.” Lee rified the last cigatet from a pack on the table. “Job? Don't be odd, angel. Job!™ 8 #{t hunting a job isn't a job I don't know what is.” Tony brought & cup of steaming black coffee and set it on the table by Lee's head. “Coudn’t we postpone the hunt until afternoon—sort of store up strength to Its been morning glanced at the clock TIilE dishes back behind the screen. Nut sundaes cost 20 cents a piece.” ‘There was the sound of running water, the rattle of dishes and then Lee's volce cutting through the me- ringue of the domestic pie with de- cision. “Tony!” “Just & minute. I'm tucking in these dishes.” “Tony, I'm not answering the bell.” Something in the words, the manner | of their saying, brought Tony out from behind the screen, the towel on which | she was drying her hands pressed | tightly against her palms. | “You can't answer the bell,” she said. | It's out of order.” “I'll say it is” Lee ran fingers tbrough hair that was dirk and dull. “Only, I'm not talking about the same bell you are. I mean that darn alarm clock and the bells that hurry you into | subways and the chime effect Simone uses when she’s serving notice a _cus- | tomer has come in the shop and it's up to you to put on a couple of thou- | sand dollars’ worth of clothes for the big parade. Model 1, one chime. Model 2, two chimes. I was six. One, two, three, four, five, six—it seemed to me that chime never rang anything but six. “You mean you're going back to sleep? But Lee, we've got to find work. We've only a few dollars left.” “You mean you have only a few dol- lars left.” Dark flecks in Lee’s pale eyes were spots of fire, “I haven't a cent. Not a sou. And I've worked like a EVENING ‘Well, I'm through. Through with bells.” | STAR, WASHINGTON, D. FRIDAY, ARMY ORDERS Col. Edwin A. Hickman, finance, has been transferred from Office of Chief| of Finance July 18, to 3d Corps Area headquarters, Baltimore. Lieut. Col. John W. Downer, Field Artillery, from Philadelphia July 21, to Governors Island, N. Y, in Inspector General's Department. Lieut. Walter W. Hodge, Engineers, | from Juneau district, Alaska, to Fort | McIntosh, Tex. C., 14, What has it got me—all that digging—outside of & pain in the neck?” “I know,” Tony soothed. She came and perched beside Lee on the bed. “It's hard sometimes—making your own way—-—1 Lee explored the empty cigarette pack, crumpled it viciously, and aimed it at the waste basket. “It's hard all the time,” she said, “making your way the way we make it. We're in the wrong pew, darling. The right church, but the wrong pew. We've got to move up in the more exclusive sections. Back where we are they drop pennies in the plate. Up in front they'Tre dropping gold pieces. We've got to get up where| Capt. Norman Bruce Ames, Air Corps the gold begins. Reserve here, ordered to active duty “Oh, Lee,” Tony laughed. But her | August 28 at Middletown, Pa., Air Depot. { mirth was uneasy. “You're just trying ~Warrant Officers Sep A. Balzart and |to be funny. Of course, we'll get up | Joseph G. Murphy, retired on July 31, \\‘hlere the gold begins some day, if |alter 30 years’ service. were really in earnest about our| Maj. Gordon de L. Carrington, Coast| work—— Artillery, detailed to General Staff Corps | _“I was never more in earnest in my | and assigned 1st Corps Area headquar- life. T'm fed up on this work-while- | ters, yQu-must and play-when-you-can stuff. | Maj. John S. Winslow, Field Artilery, | From now on it's going to be play for | assigned to General Staff Corps duties | Leslie Moran, ex-model, and maybe in Panama Canal Department. | whatever work she is able to get in on| Maj. Prank Drake, Coest Artillery, as- the side. Better join me, Tony. Things signed to General Staff dutes, 7th are going to begin to pop. Wait and| Corps Area headquarters. | see. Capt. Harry G. Montgomery, Air (To be continued.) Corps, discharged from Walter Reed | =0 . Hospital, assigned to Selfridge Fleld, Many cyelists rode throughout the | Mich. . Lieut. John R. Noyes, Engineers, from | night to attend the annual service at | ;, ;o0 district, Alaska, to assistant dis- the cyclists’ war memorial at Meriden, | trict engineer, Seattle. ditch digger for six years—since I was buck the crush?” Lee decided a second lump of sugar wouldn't make much difference, just this once. “No cream, Sorry.” Tony placed a segment of crumb cake on a plate by the coffee. “Best to hunt in the morn- ing. Early bird catches worm.” She nibbled at her own segment of cake. “I loathe worms.” Lee sat up so that she could surv herself in a mirror atop the blue-painted bureau opposite the bed. What she saw there displeased her The water wave was coming out of her blonde hair, which would not be blonde at all, but mouse-colored unless she had the right kind of shampoo at once. Her skin. which should have | been fair and transparent, had an opaque saffron tint, and under her pale gray eyes with flecks of darker gray in them were shadow smudges. | _“The perfect fright.” she said. and pinned up the corners of her mouth, | which were drooping, Wwith the fore- fingers of her two hands. She sat thus | for a moment, then removed the finger pins. “No use. A good massage with slenty of cold cream and astringents ind ice would do it. No matter how heautiful you are,’it takes money to keep that way. When you haven't any beauty to begin with. . . . She broke off. looked intently at Tony. “Hey, darling,” she breathed, “how do you do it " “How do I do what?” | * “The schoolgirl _trick. cream, cherries and garder plexion any beauty parler would be | proud to use as a sample. I know. It's that bowl of soup and the roll you eat for luncheon. I'm off nut sundaes from now on.” “You'll have to be if you don't get up and dress.” Tony carried the empty Roses and —a_com- with the green shutters in Centerville | she felt that the long, long trail might . Dot be worth the struggle to travel. On the painted blue table between a painted blue bed and & couch a clock sounded a senile soprano alarm. Ti-n-n-n-g—silence —ti-n-n-n-g —si- lence—ti-n-n-n-g— It was the sort of insistent alarm that would not cease, regardless of the | tightness with which fingers were thrust into resistant ears or the closeness with which covers were drawn over drowsy heads, Ti-n-n-n-g—— “Oh, for the love of —Tony!—strangle that clock, will you? Make it stop screaming.” The voice came from the blue bed to the right of the blue table. Thereupon, in the couch to the left, a tousle of dark curls appeared above the edge of a blanket, a slim hand shot out, re- trieved the offending clock and shut off the alarm. Then the tousle of dark curls disappeared under the blanket again. But not for long. A matter of moments and it reappeared, raised itself irom the tumbled pillow and framed a face distinguished by a pair of eyes as Jimpid and golden brown as a woodpool in an Autumn sunset; and by a girlish face from which sleep had not drained the fvories and the scarlets, but rather had intensified them. Tony Brookes swung her feet over the side of the bed and wriggled her toes ELEVEN MARKETS Washington’s Best Me Smoked Hams .1b. 13c (Whole or Half).. — ... Dy . 20c 12¢ 19¢ 17¢ 19¢ 12¢ 15¢ 20c 15¢ 25¢ 15¢ .1b. and Baking) . .. Fresh Table Eggs. ... Fresh Shoulder ..... Lean Pork Chops. ... Fancy Table Butter... Cream Cheese ...........m. Our Best Flour .......12-b.bag Water-Ground Corn Meal. . . .10-. bag N LY R LY KIDWELL’S MARKETS, Inc. PERPETUAL BUILDING ASSOCIATION PAYS 5% Assets Over $28,000,000 Surplus, $1,250,000 Cor. 11th and E Sts. N.W. | JAMES BERRY. President EDWARD C. 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