Evening Star Newspaper, July 17, 1935, Page 25

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B IAZZ BAND {&) An Exciting, Ultra-Modern Love ‘Story. By Wyatt Rundell. INSTALLMENT XIIL | ANEYCOMO BEACH, true to| the prediction of Willy Griges, | proved the mecca of & horde of week-enders. On Saturday the inflow reached its climax and by | evening the resort presented an almost carnival appearance. As Paul emerged from the dance pavilion about 5:30 his appearance | was hailed from a long, fawn-colored | landeau that slid to a halt in front | of the building. A girl leaned from | the rear seat and waved. Jessie. He stared, and an exclamation escaped‘ him. | The other occupants of the car, two | couples of the Whitewood retinue, greeted him familiarly. All were aquaintances. Jessie surveyed him coolly, a half-smile on her lips. “Well?” she inquired.” “Aren't you going to kiss me?” The others laughed. Paul had a| disconcerted moment, but managed: “Can’t. Been eating onions.” They shouted. The party was plain- | ly in high spirits. Jessie shrugged a | graciously molded shoulder and snapped open a door. “Get in,” she commanded. “We seem to be short a man—and you'll do—as 1 remember. And aren’t we good to you?” | Paul was slightly hesitant. to?” he requested. “I'm just here, you know.” Jessie made an impatient gesture. *“Oh—get in!” she repeated. “Freddy has an igloo down here somewhere. “We're going to reclaim it from the squirrels and put up the ice card.” “Come on, Paul” they chorused. “Hop in, baby.” The pressed one stood with a foot on the running-board, his face a study in indecision. “Haven't much time,” vaguely. “T—I—" Jessie interrupted sharply. “Are you still standing there?” she ex- claimed. He climbed into the car and it shot forward with a bound. Jessie and party were early arrivals at the pavilion that evening. That portion of the band, a goodly quorum, who had been present at the circula- tion of several bottles, paused in their task of tuning up and greeted the party cordially—too cordially. “Hi, Jess, ol' kid!” bellowed Puny, from his eminence in the rear. “Well, well—an' well! Fancy seeing you down here.” He winked extravagantly, red- faced, swaying slightly on his feet. “Hello, Pudgy,” she acknowledged. | *#8it down before you fall down. Hello ~—outfit. But. why don't you ever comb your hair? And—why, there’s Paul Machanello.” She smiled at the last mentioned who sat quietly in his chair, hands folded in his lap. He seemed out- “Where working he began, | Bunton's wardly composed, but his eyes were glassy and his face was rather flushed. He grinned. “Hel-lo, Baby,” he greeted, with alcoholic accentuation. Gonna kiss me—huh?” “Listen,” she went on, inclusively. “When this is over, we're giving a— a reception at. Freddy's bungalow. You're all invited and bring any one you Jike. We'll make whoopee with mother-of-pear! buttons on it.” “Okay, Jessie!” they accepted. “Okay, baby—okay!" The dance progressed. The floor was a mass of pleasure-heightened faces, closely packed, slowly-moving, colliding, exclaiming, vociferously cheering at the conclusion of each number in the hope of an extra encore. men, inspired, surpassed themselves, and Babe was hard put to keep them under control. The function became gala and rapidly passed into a universal state of heydey! The coterie of the warm-haired Miss Grant of St. Louis were much in evi- dence and were the objects of cordial | acclaim from the band every time they passed along its front. after the dance? Sure! keep them away! Said party began as a howling suc- cess; that is, they sang as they wheeled down the lake road, fifteen of them in, on, and clinging to Freddy's A little party Try and | straight eight. Jessie, Paul, Bud, Puny and henchmen, the Grant constitu- ents including a non-orchestral male or two; Whitey, riding the spare tires. Others followed in another car in the same state of overflow. Arrived at the cottage, an eye-opener was had, and things proceeded swimmingly. Automo- bile headlights were trained on Fred- dy's private diving tower and Bud, introduced as the first man to swim | the English channel using old-fash- | ioned axle greese exclusively, was called upon to perform for the guests. | His exhibition of varied and intricate flight from the springboard trans- formed him temporarily into the lion of the evening among the ladies present; however, the genius of Messrs, Gormley and Jencks with siphon and shaker, during a subse- quent adjournment indoors, soon top- pled him from his pedestal. The gathering eventually resolved itself, true to type. into the sort of affair where no one can find any one, and a group of three presents a prob- lem of congestion equivalent to a Hollywood premiere. Paul and Jessie went to the lake front for a view of moon-tinted Taneycomo splendor. They sat upon the diving pier and dangled their feet. The crisp air cleared Paul's senses and he mentally reviewed the evening's activities, find- ing them suddenly distasteful. THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, T. “Almost like old times,” remarked Jessie, absently. . He shook his head. *T can't see it that way, Jess,” he answered, drawing & long breath. “It's not the same.” “Still that way about Ina” she summarized, musingly. He leaned back against a post. “Yes,” he said. “I got four-thirds plastered tonight, and tried to—to carry on with the outfit. It's no go. I'll have to grow up. That’s what Bud says—and he’s right. Bud is one per- son that would like fo see Ina and me get along.” Jessle leaned forward and stared down inio the water. Presently she said: “I've changed my mind about you, Hot-Shot. It seems that you've made the mistake of falling in love—and we can’t have that. Your reactions to Jessie are entirely too unsatisfy- ing. You're getting to the point where you can’t see your little well wisher with the Lick Observatory telescope—another candition to be remedied. You'll have to admijt that |I've given you a fair chance. Tve | given you plenty of time, but have I | | heard one little chinkle from my tele- | phone? Not so you should notice it! | Now—I'm mad; I'm even annoyed— | |and feel like starting something.; | You avoid me as if I were twins—Dboth with smallpox. If I wait for you to call, I'll be 146 years and 3 days old |and the telephone will be too rusty |to ring. Now, as the coach said, ‘Let’s have some action this half. You | | bozos have just been stallin’ Now | get in there and fight for old Toast- | wich.” The other night you went with | me after I applied handcuffs—not be- | fore. Tonight you kissed me—when you were drunk—and now you're be- | wailing your weakness, your uncon- | | scious moment. And the way you | | turned down the party we planned | for you Monday night was down- | }righ! rude.” | Paul protested. He stirred from | his position against the post. | | “Listen, Jess,” he burst out. “You| wouldn't have me as a gift. That's been proven. Why take this dog-in- a-manger attitude now? You know very well that I can’t play around with you without breaking with Ina.| | Not. even if I wanted to. And if I did—break with her, you wouldn't want me. Why don’t you let- us alone?” She turned and regarded him steadi- ly. There was a coldness about her that was almost hypnotic. Her voice was firm, studied. “I've been as you've wanted me to | be,” she answered. “And without ob- | ligation to you. I've been square with you. I've played the game, but you haven't. Now you've given me a choice and I've made a choice. It is ‘no detour.’ " i His features were contorted. | what can I do, now—-?" | She shrugged her shoulders. “This,” | {she returned, evenly. “You can either get over this love-in-a-kitchen idea—or—or I'll do it for you!” | He flared. “You will! Maybe you willl Go on! Tell Ina! Tl take a chance on it.” i | His long-concealed trump card failed him. Where he had expected triumph, discomfiture at his unex- | “But | had to push to get it started—and | know—" | think of me.” for a moment. pected stand, he found only compo- sure. Jessie smiled serenely. “Certainly,” she replied. “It's pos- gble that she will very likely be broad enough to overlook a few of her husband’s untamed oats. But do you think she will be entirely satis- fied with you when she learns that there is a prior claim—hears about lttle Paul? I don’t.” Her logic was incontestable. He reflected miserably, aimlessly, his mind a jumble. “What are you going to do?” he “What are you going to do?” she countered. He leaned back against the post and watched, with eyes suddenly gone he said, fidhlly “Oh, yes,” she corrected him. “Oh, yes.” He turned his head toward her. “Jess,” he queried, earnestly. “Why are you doing this? Do you know?” Her eyes followed the silvery path across the water. She sat leaning forward, chin in hand, a trim heel absently kicking against a support of the pier. “Why——2" she echoed. “Do you remember, Paul, nights like this when we used to go riding in the dilapidated | old flivver that you and Puny bought | for $7.50, the one that we always you used to sing for me? Maybe, that's why I'm doing this, I don't He was silent. Her gaze focused speculatively on him for a moment, then she went on. “Honey.” she said. | “I know what you're thinking. That 1 had my chance up there in Omaha | when—when things went wrong. But I didn't. When you wanted to get married—when you asked me—you were thinking only of yourself. You were afraid for yourself—so I made it easy for you. Ever since I've been hoping that some day you would— Paul broke a splinter off the post at his back -and snapped it between his teeth. He said nothing. Jessie leaned back, her white arms taut, sup- porting her. “As long as you were fancy-free, | just playing around, I was fairly con- | tent,” she said. “But now I'm having | a few anxious moments, as witness | the late affair at the altar and the | bridegroom’s seeming eagerness to forget old friends.” | She stopped and studied his profile It was set in harried lines that plainly bespoke an agony of indecision, She leaned toward him and laid a hand on his arm. “Paul,” she enjoined, “Look at me.” He turned his head reluctantly and was shocked at the appeal in her eyes, ‘There was no flippancy about her now. “Please, Honey,” she begged. “We can't quit now. And—and little Paul—won't you give him—and me— & clean break?"” It was a metamorphosed Jessle, supplicant. new to him. He stared at her, bewildered, moved beyond his power of comprehension. ) “I—I—oh, hell——!" he choked, un- able to express himself, a hand rub- bing futilely at his seething forehead. He averted his face. Jessie’s hand slid down his arm, and he felt its pressure on his own that gripped the edge of the pler con- vulsively. “I know,” she said, gently. “It's rotten luck, Hot-Shot—and I'm sorry. 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