The Rockdale Reporter and Messenger (Rockdale, Tex.), Vol. 65, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 30, 1937 Page: 2 of 8
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THE ROCKDALE REPORTER, Thursday, December 30,1937
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"Mont, shr said quietly, with none
of hi r former manner, I knew what
you arc thinking—and fearing But
to put you at e tse. let me tell you
this. Jimmy and I love each otlter
We plan to be married I never
really loved you. as you know 1
tricked you unto the engagement only
to pi- v<- a fooli h vanity I'm sorry
but ;vrhap> the future will help you
to forgive m In the meanv idle. I
hope you and Natalie arc very happy
Can you say the .•same for me?"
Monty paused for a moment, then
sprang to his feet
“Sunny, Darling." he exclaimed, "of
course I forgive you—and wish yov
happiness ”
He oked at her. again at Jimmy
"Dees Natalie know about— about
you? ". he asked.
She dot*.," replied Sunny. She
but that ' impossible!** Her whole
being fought against the though.t.
I couldn't have married her." Mon-
ty averted, then looking at the woman
u* added af-humorously, I could
never hate been that drunk"
lTp to new Jimmy had done little
’>ut watch Tills latest sally from
Monty seemed to relieve the tense-
ness all aro..nd. Jimmy turned to the
woman
You :e sure that I’m not the fel-
low?" hi as.ktxi sarcastically.
I'm in no mood to jest!" was the
sharp retirt The woman drew to Uie
t •
ette. exhaled slowly It was a dra-
matic moment, silent, deadly.
The woman spoke first. Her tactics
had the advantage of putting the
others on the defensive
'I suppose you all wonder why I
lie picked up fhe receiver.
'Hello?" she asked. Oh. hello. Mack.
Yes -yes—"
Her ’ w is tow ard Monty as she
listened Without
ticn she hung up
Monty as she left the room.
Monty quickly followed into the
small kitchen. Natalie closed the door.
"That was Mack on the wire—down
at the news room," she said. "He just
told me this Vivian. Somebody, was
over to see him an hour ago. She
handed him a sealed packet of papers
'< h instruction' to read them before
the morning edition in case he didn't
iV: with it' he roared. ‘What’s near from her otherwise.” ,
uir game—what's your racket? I
never saw you before in my life and
you know it. If you don't start talk-
ing fast 111 turn you over to the po-
lice!”
Unruffled, undismayed, his selfad-
mitted wife merely smiled.
Sunny dashed her cigarette viciously
to the floor.
•Let's not beat around the bush!"
Mio fairly shouted. Don't tell us what
we re thinking and doing What about
vcu.
Ye.- -what's your explanation of
this?' demanded Jimmy.
Monty toek charge of the situation
and faced his acuser.
Jimmy caught Monty by the arm. jed with a (race of a smile.
"Take it easy." he cautioned. "We'll in re serious.
u v find out what she's up to that "You don't believe any of this stuff,
w av." ; do you, Nat?” His tone was more
In the midst of the din. a telephone ; at: :ou. now.
had tinkled in the far corner. Nata- Of course not. Mont!" Natalie as-
sured him. Catching him by the hand
she continued.
"H s such an obvious fake!”
M inty caught her in his arms. They
further explana-1 embraced. He kL-.-vd her hungrily
She motioned to It was so good u> know she trusted
him.
"Darling," he whispered, “every min-
ute y.iu're more wonderful than I
could ever have hoped to deserve. I
thought sure you’d at least demand an
xpianation."
"Poor boy." laughter) Natalie, 'scared
*rve—or of her?"
"Well—not exactly.”
"What then?"
"You can't expect i>cople
! ’What’s Mack going to do?" Monty it0 ?ucb a -varu not get even a bit
asked. ' curioua, can you?
Natalie re-
• Not a thing, of course,
assured him
How'd he know it was about me?"
Monty gueried.
, "Mack didn't say—he probaby told
Sti.l the same cud Mont, she coun- nint." Natalie reasoned,
tcred. When you have nothing to say Monty offered a cigarette. As they
‘ J.ust make a uolse and tr-v 10 both inhaled, he looked intently at
i ‘ the girl he loved. It was their first
He .unged reaj moment alcne since their
kiss of early morning.
Monty clinched his fist,
at the woman savagely.
"You can if the story is self-ex-
planatory"
Monty looked squarely into Natalie's
: ye He searched them for the
answer, but was compelled to ask.
"What did you mean by that re-
mark?”
Natalie gave a knowing glance
"Any girl with all those stock props
brief couldn't be anything but a very ama-
teur blackmailer. Mont—she's just a
"What if I tell her to go ahead—pull
all the stops—see how far she gets?"
"She’ll just get herself into a bad
mess—and give you a lot of free pub-
licity,” was Natalie's quick reply.
At that moment Jimmy strode into
the room. He addressed Monty. Tracj|
"If you'll step inside,’ Jimmy ex- at the
plained in a slightly comic manner, was we
"there's a delegation from the sher- The
nns office nwumiJ In the ante • 1
room And I think they’re waiting to Nick
see you!" Frank
"Looks like your amateur is -rapid- l" '11
ly becoming a professional,” was Mon- of Tail
tv's dry remark to Natalie as the three of Ball
started back. Houstol
"Don't worry, dear." Natalie reas- tJVBldel
sured him, "this Is Just another part Mr.
of the game.” daughtl
Monty faced a trio of men, obviously Christif
not intent on social formalities. Tire Mr.
to listen | gftjbbtor 0f the three addressed him |
from the corner of his mouth not oc-
cupied by a cigar.
Is youse, or ain't youse, Monty Wal-
lace?” was the terse interrogation.
"I’m Wallace." Monty admitted.
"Wait a minute!" Monty com-
manded, drawing back. "What’s the
idea? Ycu can’t take me without a
warrant!"
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you weren't wearing skirts-
"I am also Mrs. Wallace." the woman said.
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knew • this morning before we left
for the airport."
"Thus makes it perfect!”' was all
Monty cou’.d say. He started to pour
another drink, then turned to the seat-
ed pair.
“Have another whiskey and soda—
this •:me for Nat!" he said, gayly
reaching for the srla.ses In a trice
the bubbling drinks w re raised.
"A *en;t!" demanded Jimmy.
To Natalie," added Sunny.
At that moment the door buzzer in-
terrupted them. Their glasses aloft,
they slowly lowered them Said Jim-
my. “I’ll go and see who it is—wait!"
Jimmy disappeared toward the foy-
er. His footsteps were heard to stop.j
followed by the dick of the door be-
ing unlatched. To the e -- Monty
and Sunny came a voice, low. throaty,
intensely feminine.
"Is this Miss Wade's rcs.dcr.ce?*‘.
the voice inquired
"Why, yes." Jimmy was heard to,
say.
"And is Mr. W.illace here at the
moment?", the Voice inquired again
"You're right, but—"Jimmy's reply
was broken by the Voice's third query'
"May I come in?"
Double footfalls could be heard in j
the foyer An instant later Jimmy re-
turned to the room accompanied by a
tall dark woman in silver fox cape
whose face was indLtinct behind a
light veil. Her rich, contralto voice
filled the room although she did not
rpeek -h cho ROt waited for
Jimmy to speak first.
"You are Mont Wallace?" she de-
manded,
I am.' replied Mor.ty, "but who
are you?”
"I, am your wife.” announced the
woman, simply. "Vivian Wa'.ace. nee
Morgan.
A bombshell in the room could hare
done no more to astonish the three.
But the woman who called herself
Vivian Wallace remained strangely
cool.
'This is an outrage!” protested
Monty, recovering h.mself quickly.
"Scarcely that now." the woman re-
plied in an even tone. "The outrage
was committeed long ago—this is but
the sequel!"
And as these words hung poised in
the tense atmosphere. Natalie bunt
into the room.
"Did I hear the door buzzer?" queri-
ed Natalie, looking about the room
Her eyes widened at the sight of the
strange woman
She turned to Monty.
"Won't you introduce us?"
"Why—", Montv faltered. "This is
Miss-er—Morgan Muss Morgan, meet
Miss Wade.”
The dark woman held aloof, her
brows arched. Again the throaty
voice filled the room
"Mr. Wallace has neglected to men-
tion that I am also his wife!"
Natalie recoiled Hei lips strove to
form words but there was no sound.
She fastened her gaze on the other
woman, then turned.
“What is this—this trick!” she de-
manded of Monty. Tell me—what, is
It?"
"Honey." began Monty, stepping for-
ward and taking her hand, "this is a
puzzle to me as. much as to you The
woman «!*ima that ahe Is my wife ”
"Your wife! — !” Natalie cried.
ior.'t shr»k and tear my hair." she
began evenly.
"There's no need for histrionics." she ,
continued without a pause.
"Mont.” she turned to face him, “you
want to throttle me. but it would do i
you no good. Being nasty won't settle ‘
anything. I have good reasons for '
coming here. You know who I am 1
you must know what I came for."
Before other voices could break in. j
the woman faced Natalie and '•on- !
tir.ued.
We have seme:rung in common—we j
love the same man—or do you?"
"Wha: do you mean?" Natalie broke
in suddenly. But her words were not j
enough to srill the other woman.
"I loved him once—I still love him.
And as f r you—Give you three weeks
with another public hero with a good j
copy slant and you’d
again!
fall all over
Cameron
THEATRE
CAMERON, TEXAS
Today-Fi iday, Dec. 30-31—
THE LAST GANGSTER
Edward G. Robinson
Charlie McCarthy and Edgar
Bergen Comedy
Saturday, Januaj-y 1—
THOROBREDS
DON’T CRY
Preview:
DANGEROUSLY
YOURS
Son-Mon., Jan. 2-3—
A DAMSEL IN
DISTRESS
Fred .Astaire
Bums and Allen
Tue*-Wed., Jan. 4-5—
BREAKFAST FOR
TWO
Herbert Marshall-
Barbara Stanwyck
BARGAIN DAYS
Thsira-FrL, Jan. 6-7—
THAT CERTAIN
WOMAN
Retie Davis-Henry FmuU
"Sounds like cld-time ‘mellerdram- rank beginner!”
m. '.' d esn't it?" Monty comment- Monty whistled softly.
Not a child has been born in the
Scottish village of Kilmulr on the
Black Isle. Moray Firth, in the last
24 years, records reveal.
HOMEMAKER’S
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d they’re readers of
The Rochdale Reporter
Homemaking is no longer just a matter of
cooking and cleaning and picking up. It’s a
business—and an important business, as
scores of families will tell you!
And running a business—any kind of a
business—has to be done efficiently. That
means calling in all of the modern aids—
putting BUYING on a PURCHASING ba-
sis—knowing what is best, what is fastest,
what is most economical.
Consider what that means in the average
home. Multiply that by the number of
homes in the Rockdale area—and you be-
gin to get some idea of the vast size of this
homemaking business right here in this
community!
Then consider ALL the phases of home-
making; meal planning and preparation,
cleaning, laundry; the care of children, the
buying of supplies. And the extra activi-
ties—memberships in churches and clubs
and civic organizations. Any way you look
at it—it’s a big job!
Home executives in the Rockdale area
have a trick or two up their sleeves,
though. Little matters of budget stretch-
ing and time saving—and they've an ally
in the advertising pages of The Reporter.
It’s a “right hand man” in most homes. A
means of keeping up with the community
- a way of knowing where to buy, what to
buy, how much to spend. A reminder dur-
ing busy week ends, of the best places to
shop, the easiest ways to save.
YOUR OFFER WILL BE READ 'N THE REPORTER
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