Evening Star Newspaper, July 12, 1935, Page 9

JAIL % BAND 7 SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING INSTALLMENTS. n his second year with Babe Bunton's Orchestra. strumming banjo and guitar and pleasing dance floor crowds with his | inging, Paul Machanello startles his fel- Bud Sam- - by announcing Ahat he is going to marry Ina Prederickson. telephone company employe. ~The orchestra plays in the Summer at the Trocadero in a Kansas City amusement Dark. e Toommates have been in the habit of moving frequently—at the request of land- lords after riotous parties. On the eve of the wedding Ina asks Paul if he is willing to give up the old life: he laughs when she asks whether Jessie Whitewood Ras ever meant arvthing to him which will affect teir happiness. Paul and his pals meet_ Jessie as they start for the church for the wedding and Paul has trouble silencing_ Puny. _ After honeymooning at . Galveston, Paul and Ina visit her parents n’ Dallas. _ With misgivings Paul takes party given by th p There {8 much _dri settled_married man upset when Jessie warns him that unless e pays more attention to her, although she is married now. she will tell Ina lhg‘u! Paul. Puny enrages Paul by his ue jibes until Paul knocks him own in the midst of the guests. lames herself for Puny's attitude, Imnl:- at he is disgruntled because Paul's marriage has broken up the ‘“home” of the three musiclans INSTALLMENT VIIL ONEY,” sald Paul, one morning, several weeks after the St. George im- broglio. “I had a chance last night to buy an automobile dirt cheap. Special coupe—and one sweet wagon. Fellow's old man bought it for him about a year ago, but it's; never been hurt. Now he's going to California and told me to take it and pay him when I could. $700 and it's worth that of anybody's money.” His eyes rested speculatively on his wite, flowered apron, opposite him in the breakfast nook, her rounded arms | resting on the table, chin pillowed on her interlaced fingers. She re- garded him thoughtfully, a ruminative light in her ocean-blue eyes. Their weeks had been full. rising late, they jointly prepared a combination breakfast and luncheon, their only meal together, except on such rare occasions as when Ina’s day | off happened to fall upon a rehearsal- | less afternoon for the head of the household. At first she had insisted | that the burden of domestic duties fall upon her and had ensconced Paul in the living rcom with slippers and morning paper, but he had been | unable to keep his distance, resulting | in the establishment of housekeeping | on a co-operative scale. They did| everything together, from the intricate | preparation of some gastronomic | masterpiece to the emptying of ash trays. Often operations were com- pletely suspended while they sat to- | gether in divan or chair and wonder- ed how they could have possibly existed before they met. Sometimes, with Bud and Sue Train, a striking| brunette, co-worker of Ina, who lived| She dropped the spoon with a clat- on the fourth floor with her parents, | and with whom Bud had struck up what he described as “a beautiful | friendship,” they went on post-| midnight spins about town “to cool off” or spent hot afternoons at some | bathing resort. Carol, gratifying a, long-cherished ambition, had de- parted for a Summer in California with an aunt, and there had been a| tearful parting at the train as Ina’s| former roommate left. ‘The only flaws were—Jessie and| Puny. Paul had made several at- tempts to re-establish the old, familiar footing with the latter, but had been rebuffed, thoroughly and profanely. When Paul, his gore eventually ris- ing, retorted suitably, the rift was complete. Jessie he had seen but once, although she had telephoned him several times at the park. Her conversation had been general—no hint of & proposed engagement; still, he was never free from an apprehensive sense of im- pending obligation. One night he had | caught a glimpse of her in the crowd at the Trocadero and, being excused on a plea of a headache, had retreated precipitously through a rear door. During weightier moments he con- sidered his position from all angles, but every possible solution ended sgainst the same unscalable wall dis- closure—the possible loss of Ina, irrep- arable. The confession that might have meant deliverance trembled on his lips several times, but he waited, cultivating the conviction that hung in the back of his mind that Jessie would stop short of her threats. This strengthened as the days passed. Her husband’s enthusiasm for rakish motor cars apparently did not spread to the girl across the table. “Darling,” she reminded him, gently reproachful, “We can't afford an automobile. You know that. Where would we get seven hundred dollars?” Paul, obsessed with a desire to own the powerful mechanism of mirrored duco and gleaming chromium, behind whose wheel he had sat the night before, the means with which to con- summate said ownership character- Istically disregarded, presented further argument. “But, Ina,” he pointed out, “we wouldn't have to pay for it right away. And this fellow wouldn't rush us. He doesn’t need the dough. We could have all the time we wanted. What's seven hundred dollars? Why, it's a crime to pass up a chance like this I'm telling you—there's a hack! Canary paint job, chromium-plated wheels; all the extras in the cata- logue—and she’ll do 85 like silk. Wait till you see it! I'll bring her around this afternoon.” Ina shook her head again. A little smile, half-whimsical, half-indulgent, hovered around her lips. “I wish we could have it, Honey,” she said. “But, you remember when we figured up our expenses we didn’t have much of a surplus left. How could we buy a car?” Paul rose and seated himself be- side her. He put an arm around her and patted her shoulder. His tone became optimistic. “Don‘t worry about expenses, sweet- heart,” he counseled. “One of these days th’ old man is goin’ to dash off a song hit thatll cash in big. And then our address will be Beventy-umph North Easy street. Does Irving Berlin hesitate over buy- ing & new puddle-jumper? Well, why should I?” “I know you can do it, Paulino,” soquiesced Ina, nestling against him. “But hadn’t we better wait until the royalties start coming in before we spend them?” Paul laughed. “Have a little faith in me,” he quoted lightly. “And we can be riding in a ritzy crate while the tune that’s to panic Broadway is still in the making. We don’t have to deny ourselves.” 7 Ina, her head on his shoulder, gazed out of the window a moment before replying.. Then she said abstractedly: “I have all the faith in the world in you, darling. But, just now, I don't think we ought to go so far in debt.” Paul was a little disappointed. He thought of the flashing response of the coupe’s purring motor when he Only wants | delightfully trim in a gayly| Usually | the gaff. No upkeep to speak of. Why not get it?” Ina turned wondering eyes on him. “Paul,” she returned, “how can we? We figured out what we could do on fifty dollars a week, and it didn't in- clude buying an automobile. Isn't that right?” “Fifty a week!” he exclaimed. “We have more than that——" He stopped suddenly. “Go on,” prompted Ina. “I know what you mean. But you agreed that we'd save my salary to buy things that—-" “I didn’t mean to use your money,” he intgrrupted, vehemently. “I wasn’t thinking of that. But—it seems—silly to pass up an opportunity like this just because we'd owe a little. How will we ever get anything if we don't g0 in debt to some extent? Every one has to.” She faced him, her blle eyes un- wavering. “Honey—honey,” she chided him, gently, her hand on his sleeve. “You don’t understand. - I would gladly give you what I make to pay on the car—if—if it was something that we really need. But it isn’t. I know we'll have to go in debt to get things, but this seems rather an extravagance. Wouldn't you rather save toward something for a—for a home, for instarce?” “Oh—sure,” he admitted. But still unable to relinquish the thought up- permost in his mind, he added, “Only I believe in snapping up a bargain { when you see it. A person can always pay for it if he has a little time. Why, I wouldn't feel normal if I wasn't head over heels in debt.” Ina shruggzd her shoulders. “Well,” | she answered, slowly, “I don’t think | we ought to get in too deeply. We | might be sorry.” Paul persisted. “Not a chance,” he declared. “Why, before we were mar- | ried I was always up to my neck. And I always got out. It's the only way to get aiything you want. Then I wouldn't have hesitated a minute in buying a car. Bills didn't worry me and they don't now.” Ina suddenly turned from him, almost impatiently, and he glanced at her curiously. A faint color was rising in the portion of satiny cheek that was visible above one slender shoulder. She traced circles on the .table with the handle of a spoon. Finally she said, “It's useless to argue about it, honey. We simply can't af- ford it.” | Paul instantly resented the finality | of her tone. He replied somewhat | tartly, “Ina, that’s nonsense. Just be- | cause we're married we don’t have to | start squeezing nickels. We can get | that car, and without touching a cent of your money, either.” ter and turned on him, quickly, her | eyes hotly protesting. *“Oh—idiot!” she exclaimed. “That isn't why I'm | objecting! It's not my money. Its our money. And there isn't enough of | it to throw away just to gratify a Whim.” whim? You talk like I was a THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, TARZAN AND THE FIRE GODS. eus.%-m—- P ) “Silence, Beth. again.” drawn again from the water. blasphemer!” creature imp and almost motionless, except for her frantic gasping. Niarchus cried to Lady “I have warned thee once. I shall not warn He turned and signaled that the girl be Saron TE, W Beth saw the, poor D. C., FRIDAY, ‘The English girl knew that another immersion must surely prove fatal to the victim of fanatic pagan- ism. “Oh, please,” she began turning to the Prophet of Baal, but her friend Arbela clutched her arm and whispered pleadingly: “Do not anger him more, or you are lost!” Which Made Mrs. Clutts Sorer Than a Wet Hen MUTT AND JEFF— NOT ON THE HEAD, MRS.CLUTTS!| You'LL BREAK YOUR UMBRELLA! I THINK T KNow WHY MRS, CLUTTS SOCKED ME!=-= = MUTT HOW LONG SHOULD A HEN SIT ON E66S? THREE WEEKS FOR CHICKENS AND FOUR WEEKS FOR DUCKS!wHY? No JULY 12, 1935. —By EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS Now Niarchus commanded the third and final im- mersion. For a full minute the girl was left be- neatn the water, then she was raised slowly. “If she be now pure in the eyes of Baal, she will emerge alive.” the high priest cried. “If she be dead, it is Baal's will” ; Beth. move! ‘When the sagging net was raised and opened, a limp form rolled out on the rock. “She is dead,” Niarchus said; “as Baal desired.” “Now thou, too, shalt be immersed!” of the corner of her eye Beth had seen the girl He turned then to Lady But out —By BUD FISHER e 1 SOLD THEM To MRS.CLUTTS! WEEKS AGO I PUT | MEST BECAUSE A HEN oN A DOZEN EGGS AND I DONT CARE FOR DUCKS! CHICKS CAME kid—beggin’ for an ice cream cone!l This wouldn't be throwing it away. It ! would be investing it in something that we would get a lot of pleasure out | of. And if you think I couldn't pay | for it without help from you—well, | you're all wet.” | “I'm all wet, then, because that’s ex- actly what I think.” ! He snorted. “Oh—it is? Fine! Your whole-hearted confidence in my ability touches me. How do you sup- pose I got by before you came into the picture with your guiding hand?” | The girl jumped up and brushed | angrily past him. She stood by the | softly-droning refrigerator, her palm | rubbing a corner of the porcelain top | nervously. Her head was up; her| If you det on /wzg runs pliant, graceful back radiated indigna- tion= “Perhaps—I shouldn't have come into the picture,” she retorted, at length, an edged iciness in her voice. | “If I hadn't, you could very likely be | out driving your incomparable bar- gain on wheels at this very moment— with some one more interesting than a ' dictating wife—" “All right,” returned Paul, his eyes snapping. “If that's the way you | want to feel about it—maybe I could!” “Why don’t you then!” flamed Ina. She turned quickly, her back braced | against the refrigerator, her face hot. The look she shot him was scornful, as she went on: “Why don't you?” she repeated. | | “Go on and buy the car! Buy a half- ‘ with rage. Angry tears stood in her{ hideous pictured within her thoughts. | lessly, and, whirling, ran past him a-dozen cars! Take all your girl friends riding! I don't care. I won't object. It's only what I expected. 1 have only myself to blame, because I knew what you were—when I mar- ried you!” A rush of dark blood stained Paul’s face. “Sure!” he ejaculated, thickly. “You knew what I was! But you don't have to throw it in my face, now! I know that all I did was raise hell and spend my money—but nobody tried to tell me how to spend it! I didn't have to account to any one for every cent I made!” Ina recoiled as if she had been struck. 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