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by Norma Newcomb
CHAPTER XII
“I’ll miss the girls,” he said
frankly. “I suppose there are
some people who would say that
a guy like me deserves to get it
in the neck. But look at it an
other way. Women the world
over long for romance. A good
looking suave, sophisticated guy
like me is the answer to their
prayers. Isn’t that something in
my favor? I was the dream come
true for dozens of women who
never knew an evening of ro
mance in their lives.”
“And Sally Alliston was one of
them.” Her lips were full, invit
ing, as she deliberately swayed
toward him. “And—and Sally Al
liston didn’t mind.”
“Little Sally.” His voice was
afiectionate. "I knew all along
that you weren’t really angry
with me.”
“I know, darling. I could nev
er be angry with you.”
By force of habit, his arms
went around her, and then she
was pressed close to him, pressed
close and looking up at him
with adoring eyes. He touched
her hair, the sweet curve of her ;
cheek and laughed.
“Sweet Sally.”
As he kissed her she wondered'!
—wondered about Mike and Hel- j
en and Dronda, wondered about'
Jimmy and herself.
Then she stopped wondering,
and extricated herself quite
coolly from his arms. "Jimmy, i
darling, we’ll be late for the
show.”
“Hang the show! Let's go some-1
where and talk.”
“But Dronda. . . .”
“Funny,” he said in an odd
voice, “I suddenly don't care a
hoot about what Dronda says. |
Sally. . . .”
“But I wouldn’t think of miss
ing the show for anything!”
The Romantic Blitzkrieg, in an
evening gown that showed her
figure to its best advantage, smil-
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ed at Mike gaily from the dress
ing-table.
“I received your message.”
"Naturally, otherwise you
would not be here. I suppose Jim
my told you about us?”
“Yes. I was rather surprised.”
“And you don’t approve, eith
er?”
He crossed his legs negligent
ly. “I have no right to pass judg
ment on you.”
“But you’re a friend of his,
ain’t you—l mean aren’t you?
Some day I’m going to murder
that word ‘ain’t.” And a iriend
has rights.”
“I’ve been wondering, lately,
if Jimmy is anyone’s friend.”
"He isn’t.”
“You say that, you who are
going to marry him?”
“Maybe I’m not going to mar
ry him, Mike.”
He couldn’t hide his amaze
ment. “But—but Jimmy told me
I it was all settled.”
“I’ve been doing some think
| ing, Mike. Lots of it, ever since
he barged into me backstage and
kissed me. A guy like Jimmy isn’t
much good. He breaks too many
hearts, too many nice hearts.
Sally’s, for instance.”
“Her heart is all right,” he said
stoutly.
“Is it? I hope so. She’s a nice
kid. You should have seen the
way she came to help him.”
“Yet you went on using Jim
my. Those stories! I suppose you
know that he’s finished insofar
as the Comet Airlines is concern
ed? If there’s one thing Mr. Per
kin dislikes, it’s a fool.”
“I had to use somebody, chum.
Tony Wyndham doesn’t like it if
you don’t take his suggestions.
And Jimmy came along, made to
order. If I had to hurt somebody,
why not him?”
“You don’t love him, do you?”
“No.”
“You aren’t going to marry
him, are you?”
Before he got his answer, Bill
Burke opened the door and roar
ed, “On stage, Dronda. Knock
them dead!”
The “ordinary girl” became,
suddenly, a glittering star. She
rose, patted Mike on the shoul
der, and went swaying out to
greet her public.
Then the orchestra struck a
chord and she was singing, sing
ing the way she had that evening
that seemed so long ago to Sally.
Helen’s hand hurt as she dug it
into Sally’s arm.
“Gee’ she’s good!”
“My future wife,” bragged
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Sally flung him a swift look.
Jimmy had eyes for no one but
Dronda, and those eyes were
gleaming with triumph, posses
sion. Unaccountably, she remem
bered the way Mikes eyes had
looked just a short hour before
in the dark. She smiled quietly
to herself, as thunderous ap
plause rocked the auditorium.
Did Jimmy really know his own
mind? Suddenly she had the feel
ing that her hope would become
a reality.
“Darling, stop fidgeting!” whis
pered Helen fiercely.
“Darling” did, just as Dronda
stepped closer to the footlights.
“Ladies and gentlemen no,
don’t get excited, I’m not going
to make a long speech. I just
wanted to say that this is the
happiest evening of my life. To
morrow I leave for Hollywood
and a career in motion pic
tures. . . .”
She smiled and waited for
more cheers to subside.
“And tomorrow I am to be mar
ried.”
Jimmy stiffened in his chair.
“But she can’t be,” Helen shot
out, unable to keep the secret.
“She can’t. . . .”
“Shut up!” growled Jimmy.
“Yes, ladies and gentlemen, to
morrow I am to be married. I
think you all know the gentle
man; his pictures have appeared
in the papers and he. more than
anyone else, is responsible for the
Hollywood expedition.”
More cheers, but not quite so
enthusiastic as before. It was as
though the audience resented the
fact that some ordinary man was
going to get The Romantic Blitz
krieg for a wife.
“May I introduce him to you?”
Jimmy started to his feet as
the audience howled back a loud
and boisterous “No!”
Dronda laughed. “Ladies and
gentlemen, Mr. William Burke!”
Jimmy was halfway up the
aisle before he really understood
what was happening. He stopped
and stared as Bill Burke came
briskly out onto the stage, stop
ped and stared while his senses
swam, while his whole world
shook and spun.
“Dronda!” he shouted hoarse
ly.
The Romantic Blitzkrieg look
ed down at him and laughed. Iti
was the coldest laugh Sally had'
ever heard, and a chill ran thru i
her. Suddenly all her anger with
Jimmy left her: suddenly she was
cut of her seat and running to
ward him, a sympathetic cry
bursting from he rthroat.
“Dronda!” Jimmy’s voice rang
out. “You—you can’t do this to
me!”
“Holy smoke!” shouted a sol
dier. “It’s that airplane guy!”
A long, loud hoot swept thru
the crowd. Jimmy whirled to face
them, his face red-purple with
fury and indignation;; t;h;;;;
fury and indignation; then, even
as Sally reached him, the face
seemed to cave in. Suddenly, he
was just a kid, a frightened, hu
miliated kid.
“Jimmy, let’s get out of here!”
"Sally, I—l. . . .”
“Yes. Jimmy. I know.”
The hooting became louder and
louder as they ran up the aisle.
Helen, looking at them flee,
felt like crying while Dronda
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laughed at Bill Burke, happier
than he had ever been in all his
life, keep right on taking bows.
But his bowing stopped when
he went backstage to find him
self confronted by a cold Mike
White. The burly captain caught
him by the lapels of his coat and
pulled him close.
“Get out theer and say the
whole thing is a lie, Mr. Burke.’
“How dare you!”
“Did you have to twist a knife
in his heart?”
Dronda, attracted by the com
motion, came scurrying back and
clouted Mike solidly on the jaw.
“You take your hands off him,
chum!”
Mike was beside himself with
rage 1 "By heaven, if you weren’t
a lady!”
“But I am a lady, so there. Do
you think if I wasn’t a lady I’d
have done that to Jimmy? You
bet I wouldn’t have. I’d have let
him get away with it. And all his
life he’d have gone on breaking
people’s hearts. Well, you listen
to me. Love ain’t a game. It’s se
rious. And any guy who thinks
it is a game deserves to get it in
the neck the way Jimmy did. You
all right, Bill?”
“You’ve broken him, do you
hear?” whispered Mike, horrified.
“Didn’t you see his face?”
“Yeah, and I also saw Sally
lead him out. Tell me, Mike, what
happened to you?”
The sudden switch confounded
him. “To me? I don’t count. What
counts is. . .
“That’s where you’re wrong.
Mike. You do count. You're a hu
man being and every human be
ing counts. Why don’t you go
after her?”
“Why?” he asked wearily.
“You might be surprised, chum.
Hey, I got a show to do!”
She turned and dashed back
onto the stage. Bill Burke, for
giving, patted Mike’s shoulder
confidentially. “Dronda sees a
lot, Mike. Maybe you will be sur
prised.”
“Maybe not,” he growled.
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“Sally,” he whispered finally,
“I was wrong about you. You’re
swell.”
“Yes. Jimmy, I’m swell. You
should have known that a long
time ago.”
“I—l wasn’t myself, I guess.
I never could resist a pretty face.
You know, it’s like the other pas
ture always being greener. But I
never stopped liking you, Sally,
never stopped liking you very
much.”
"My pet, do you remember a
certain conversation we had at
your room one day?”
He caught her to him, the
moonlight causing the remains
of his tears to glisten. “Sally, I’m
not a fool any more. Your loyal
ty brought me to my senses. You
were the only one to come run
ning to help me. They were all
hooting and laughing, but not
you. Sally, I know this sounds
awful, but could we start all over
again? Could we, Sally? I swear
I won’t let you down.”
“I know you wouldn’t, Jimmy.
You’d be afraid to. Dronda did
a good job. You won’t be quite
so happy-go-lucky and confident
again.”
"Sally, let’s talk about our
selves. To hell with Dronda. To
hell with her!”
“Such language, my pet.”
(To Be Continued)
AH in One
He pondered over the menu a
long time. At last he looked up.
“I see you have six of my fa-
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Soup and salad combinations
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chopped onion, 2 tablespoons
chopped green pepper, 2 table
spoons chopped celery, 1 cup dic
ed cooked potatoes, cups corn
cut from cob, 2 cups milk, 1 tea
spoon salt, 1/8 teaspoon pepper.
Brown bacon in a large flat
sauce pan. When crisp remove
from pan and crumble. Add on
ion, green pepper, celery and
corn to bacon fat. Cover and cook
over low heat for 10 minutes. Add
potatoes, salt and milk and bring
to the boiling point but do not
let boil. Add pepper and sprin
kle with crumbled bacon.
Make a mixed fruit salad with
a mixture of melon bahs, seed
less grapes and orange sections
on a bed of watercress. Serve
with French dressing made with
out a trace of onion or garlic.
Watercress and Cheese Soup
Two tablespoons butter or mar
garine. 2 tablespoons flour, i/ 2
teaspoon salt, 3 cups milk, 1 cup
grated cheese, 1 cup chopped
watercress.
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bubbly. Add milk slowly, stirring
constantly. Cook and stir until
mixture reaches boiling point.
Add salt and cheese. Cook and
stir over low heat until cheese is
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vorite dishes on the menu today,
waiter,” he said. “Which do you
specially recommend?”
The waiter, whose job in the
restaurant expired at the end of
the week, sniffed.
“Well, sir,” he replied. “If I
were you, I’d take hash and have
all of them.”
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