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Determined to show Dr. Julian Paige,
the man she is in love with, that she
can make her own way in the world,
Noel Shayne, wealthy society girl,
burns her bridges behind her, moves
to a rooming house, and, for lack of
anything better, obtains a job as a
taxi dancer at the Peacock, run by
Nick Luigi. She is living with a girl
named Laurie Evans, whom she met
in the park, and who is a cashier at
the restaurant which Julian patronizes.
Noel feels she has a dangerous rival in
Ruth Chester, Julian’s pretty nurse.
During an outing in the country, Julian
tells Noel he wants to kiss her but
doesn't think he should. One evening at
the Peacock, Luigi trios to kiss Noel.
She slaps his face and threatens to quit.
Noel gets a job in a laundry but loses
it after three days because she doesn t
work fast enough. Then she sees Dr.
Paige walk down the street arm-in-arm
ON* WITH THE STORY)
CHAPTER 16
NOEL WENT to the Peacock
feeling more discouraged than she
had at any time. As long as it
seemed she was getting a little
further along in her plan to show
Julian that she did have stamina,
and could stick out any situation,
no matter how seemingly intoler
able, she felt that everything was
worthwhile. But she hadn’t con
vinced Julian at all. He still re
fused to take her seriously. And
she had gotten herself in a posi
tion from which it seemed she
couldn’t extricate herself.
It was awful —having to go
back to Nick’s when she had
thought she had finished with the
place forever. She didn’t believe
Nick would make himself obnox
ious again, at least not soon, but
he would keep his eyes on her just
the same, for all the world like a
black ugly spider watching for a
chance to ensnare an unwary fly.
It was the oldest comparison in
the world, of course, Noel knew,
but nothing else would quite ex
press the situation. Nick with his
black mustache, his pale eyes and
coal black hair was like nothing
else quite so much as a spider.
She loathed him and the entire
place. If she hadn’t made it im
possible, she was right at the
point where she would gladly quit
and gave up the whole idea.
But Noel knew she wouldn’t do
that. She had gone into this thing
with her eyes open, and she wasn’t
beaten yet. She knew she’d have
all sorts of ups-and-downs, prob
lems to meet. And she was learn
ing so very many things. First
about herself, and just how right
Julian had been. She had had
more money than she knew what
to do with. And she hadn't used
it for any purpose except to toss
around for any transient pleasure
she thought might prove diverting
for the moment.
She hadn’t known that every
where in the world there were
girls like Laurie, gallant and
brave, fighting an unequal battle
against the world, craving beauty
and the finer things of life, which
girls in Noel’s position took for
granted.
Once Laurie had said with a
wistful smile: “I saw an orchid
today in a florist’s window. It
was so beautiful it made me want
to cry.”
Noel had thought a lot about
those words of Laurie’s.
She reached the Peacock at last
and hurried to change into the
hateful brocade gown. When she
came out ready to begin dancing,
there were not many people on
the floor. But she was besieged
at once by several men who
claimed her first dance. It re
quired tact to decide which one
should be first, for Noel knew she
could not afford to antagonize
any of the men who patronized
the Peacock.
One of the men asking ror her
first dance was a young man she
hadn’t seen before. Os course she
danced with strange men every
night, and three minutes later,
she couldn’t have told whether
they had pink hair or green eyes.
The only thing that mattered was.
whether or not they could dance
without stepping on her small,
tired feet. If. they were able to
dance even half way, she was
gratefuL
But this young man stood cut
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A handful of Philadelphia policemen are shown vainly trying to stem the rush of unemployed, who, after
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and the victorious jobless filed into the chambers, where the joint CIO-AFL leadership asked the council
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"Tell Mr. Luigi that Tm not interested in anything he has to say.**
from all the others because of a
certain refinement and ease of.
manner. He wore a tweed busi
ness suit, with a crisp white linen
shirt and a black four-in-hand tie.
His hair was blond, and brushed
back from his forehead in a neat
shining wave. Noel looked at his
hair a little critically, wondering
if those regular waves had been
put there by a hairdresser. But
aside from his hair, there was
nothing of the dandy or fop about
him. He was entirely masculine,
with an air of being quite capable
of coping with any problem which
might arise.
Dancing with him was a delight.
Noel could almost wish she didn’t
have to dance with anyone else
during the entire evening. But of
course she would have to —Luigi
discouraged too much dancing
with the same man, and as usual
his pale eyes were watching.
So Noel permitted herself one
dance with the stranger, and then
sat down at a table with him.
He ordered cocktails Instead of
the usual beer. As he lifted his
glass, his grayish-green eyes
sought hers questioningly. “What
on earth Is a girl like you doing
in a place like this?”
Noel smiled at him over the
rim of her glass. "One must do
something,” she answered non
chalantly. “A girl has to eat, you
know.”
“But why this place?” the
young man persisted. “There
must be a dozen others, more re
spectable, catering to a better
clientele.”
Noel shook her head. She had
tried other dance places. “There
seems to be a hundred girls for
every job like this,” she said.
“It’s a sort of —well, easy way to
make a living.”
“But not for you,” the answer
came pointedly. Then he leaned
over the table and said earnestly,
“Don’t you know that your danc
ing is exceptional and that you
yourself are very lovely?”
At that moment Nick came over
with one of the men who had
claimed Noel’s first dance. The
music was beginning. Noel rose
at once, and suffered the other
man to put his arms around her
and off they danced. The blond
young man lifted his hand in a
graceful salute.
A few minutes later he cut in.
Noel knew Nick wouldn’t like that,
but she made up her mind she
wasn’t going to let it worry her.
“My name is Chris Landers,”
the young man said. “What’s
‘yours?”
Noe! told him. Then he said,
“Listen, Noel, I’m going to see
you again. I like you, and I’m
crazy about dancing with you, and
I have an idea —”, but he didn’t
finish for just then the music
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stopped with an unusual abrupt
ness. Noel knew Nick had had it
stopped
Chris led her to a chair. Then
he said, “Good night, Noel, and
goodby until I see you again. It
won’t be long.”
She looked after his tall grace
ful figure as he made his way to
the entrance.
Then she was being claimed for
other dances. The evening seemed
endless after Chris had gone. Each
partner she had afterward seemed
determined to monopolize her’
dances. She wasn’t even allowed
a breathing spell in between them.
But she did get back to the table
where she and Chris had sat and
finished the cocktail she had left
there. If it hadn’t been for that,;
she didn’t know how she would:
have finished out the time until thei
Peacock was ready to close.
At last it was time to leave for
home. Noel made her way tiredly*
to the dressing room. All the
girls were chattering and laugh
ing but they stopped when Noel
came m, most of them regarding
her with cold looks. They were
jealous of the favors Nick tried
to show Noel, even though Noel
had not really accepted any favor
that was not tendered the other
girls as well.
Noel sank into a chair for a
moment or so. Her head was be
ginning to ache rather dreadfully.
Maida wasn’t here tonight, and
Noel missed her. Maida was such
a gentle, timid little thing. Noel
was oonvinced that she was sin
cere in her proffered friendship,
and it had seemed so pleasant to
have her company on the way
home.
After a few moments, most of
the girls were gone and Noel rose
from the chair, feeling a little bet-:
ter. She slipped off the brocade
gown and put on her blouse and
suit skirt. It was getting too
warm for the coat.
The dressing room door opened
and Noel looked up with a feeling
of dread. So many times Nick
had opened that door. But it was
only Pansy, the colored maid,
whose skin glistened like black
satin and who was seldom around
when she was needed.
She came over and said in a
whisper to Noel. “Mister Nick
say he wants to see you 'bout
something very ’portant.”
One of the girls who was still
in the dressing room said with a
sneer as she slipped her arm in
that of another girl’s. “Ain’t it
something to stand in with the
boss?”
Noel paid no attention to her.
She said to Pansy, “Tell Mr.
Luigi that I'm not interested in
anything he has to say.”
With that she walked out.
(To Be Continued'
Author to Run
Owen Johnson
•.. would be a congressman
Owen Johnson, well-known novel
ist of Stockbridge, Mass., once
more seeks the Democratic nomi
nation for* congress on a New Deal
platform from the first Massachu
setts district. Two years ago, John
son, seeking the same office, was
defeated by Representative Allen
T. Treadway, Republican, who
again is running for re-election.
—Central Press
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George McElroy
. . . slain defending wife’s sister
California police hunted Gilbert
Parman, accused as the slayer of
George McElroy, 20, who died in
a Sacramento, Cal., hospital from
wounds received when he was shot
by a man he accused of having
made advances to the sister of the
girl McElroy married«secretly
July 4. McElroy, the son of a
retired Cleveland fire captain, was
attending Placer Junior college at
Auburn, Call; where he was a star
on the football team.
—Central Press
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Warren Stinett and Margaret Abell, two of three persons accused of the
murder of Warren Gantt, 64-year-old Virginia farmer, are pictured above.
With a third suspect, Evelyn Bieurer, all held in Fredericksburg, Va.,
they are said by police to have confessed Gantt’s death for his “big roll,”
which turned out to be four dollars in cash and a few checks.
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research work, his daughters, Hortense, 9 (left), and Esther, 7, thought
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visit of King George and Queen Elizabeth, of England. Pictured above is the entrance to a Paris depart
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which will provide for the moving of a roadway
to permit mining of deeper ore and to facilitate
getting the product to the smelters.!
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shown at Floyd Bennett Airport, in New York City, filling up a can with
drinking water. Sunday morning at 6:17 he hopped off. Twenty-nine
hours and thirteen minutes later he landed at Baldonnel Airport, outside
of Dublin. (Central Prest)
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