Evening Star Newspaper, May 21, 1933, Page 72

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. €, MAY 21, 1933.° - A young author a pretty girl, and —-of all things!---a bottle of ketchup P L Egai g e e sttty B0y 3eitin : F i ; ¥ # ST b i begin tum-tum-tum, one-two-three, one-and- two-and, tum-tum-tum! Prentic? She’d drive him looney. 8She'd scare away all his clues, essential and all. When it wasa’t piano lessons she sang. “Now if she sang a song and got through with.it it wouldn’t be so bad,” Russell dunking his muffin in ketc! - four! : the steam pipes, that musician. He’d break his lease and move. Or, maybe, the thought struck him brightly, she’d move into a different apartment. She hadn’t been in, when he’d tackled her door annoys me excessively. I'm a writer and——" “Why don’t you move?” “But I'm leased. I was assured of peace and quiet. T've come to you instead of complaining to the management, hoping you might com- promise and let me have at least four hours’ quiet to concentrate in.” “You forget I have my living to make, Mr. Carter. I'm leased, too, and my pupils all are used to this address. It would inconvenience me greatly to change my apartment, so——" “So, I'd better move? Thanks, Yoy*/e been very helpful. Maybe if the other tenants are also annoyed, as they must be, you will be the one to move. I'm no—no nuisance.” Russell was distinctly furious as he heard a laygh on the other side of the door. “Maybe you think you're not! Did you ever stand dripping in a bath towel while & pexfect stranger called you & nuisance?” 5 1] g gfi io grabbed a faded bathrobe, opening the door a crack. § 1:3555 § § & - \WHAT |, A PEST By ISABEL WAITT llustrated By PAUL KROESEN - Russ laid down his fork. “Ter- rible? Illsay! Are you up against it, too? Why, I've just moved for thoughts. Are you a painter, & designer, maybe?” She was eating, he saw, bread and ketchup. Literally that. This time she had to whack the bottle, “ A woman! He only half saw her, after a hasty peek in the wreichedly lighted hallway. Then he made the crack even smaller. No woman should see him looking like that! “Yes, madam?” “It's your typewriter. I can’t sleep, it makes such a noise. I have a hard day's work ahead of me tcmortow and I must have my sleep. Do you thing it’s fair to pound away all night?” “It is only—why, great scot!—it’s a quarter to 12.” I'm moving. Isn't it terrible an artist can't find a quiet spot in the whole of New York to create in?” “Why, yes, Russ! you live here, too!” : “Umh’'m. Twin house. it fate.” “Good-night, I'll be seeing you?” she said softly. “You bet you will!” USS awoke with the birds. He would breakfast with Pearl and then do chapter 10. But Pearl did not appear at the Elite that morning, though he dawdled half an hour over one egg: Well, he must hurry up with his work or he couldn't afford to take Pearl out again very soon. His money was at lowest ebb, and you know how editors are, rejecting stories you think are your best right when you want to give your girl a good time. 3 Scarcely had Russ inserted a fresh sheet with carbon into his typewriter when from be- low came “Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah- ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! I love you! I lo-hove you! I-I-I-I-I love you-0-0-0-0-0-o! Ah- ah-ah-ah-ah-ah——!" pipes. But the vocalizing continued. He raced down all the stairs to find tue jani- tor, with the usual result. He names beside the brass mail bule, but no name appeared slot. Yet some one was in noon. if she wouldn’t, maybe she’d let him have the afternoon to write in peace. Something had ' to be done about it, that much was certain, ; Knock, knock, knock! Sharply interrupting the ah-ah-ah-ah’s. “Pearl!” pre| to. “I-I-I just wondered if—if you'd lunch with me?” “I'd love to. I—can't ask you in. There’s to see if I'd better move up here. the other house. I'm hard to write a love ing on the steam pipes.” “So you sing them? chair, But he mustn't bother her, She must | Continued «n Fifteenth Page.