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Radio Record, Volume VIII, Issue 23, 14 December 1934, Page 56

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BEATRICE

FABER

WHAT HAS GONE BRFORE Diane Lovering has been sent on a trip to Buenos Aires by her lover, Richard Field, forty-eight and wealthy. He wants her to forget the scene that ensued when his wife had found out about Diane. At the ship’s bar on the jirst day of sailing, she is accosted by Johnny Sinith and Mike Bradley. She. is terrified when Johnny suddenly lunges at her. NOW GO OWN WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER THREE. . The "Boogie" Man. So swift had been Johnny’s actiou that Diane was literally taken off her feet. His sudden rush brought ther both toppling to the floor with a loud crash. Sputtering with rage and pain -for Johnny -had. distinctly felt the ; point of a pin stuck sharply into his back just a second before-he tried to disentangle himself from Diane and make his apologies at the same time. But before he could utter a word. he felt himself being rudely shaken. In befuddled astonishment he looked up to. see Mike grasping him roughly by the shoulder. "I’ve watched you, my friend. And you’ve been annoying women long enough,’ Mike said sternly,. while with elaborate solicitousness he helped Diane to her feet. "Why you-what--" _ "No backtalk now--" Mike spoke over his shoulder. "Officer, _ come here." He adressed Johnny again. "A half-hour out and you want to play Jack-the-Ripper, eh?" "Listen, you big--" Mike continued with mounting emphasis as the officer came up "I don’t know who you are, my friend-~ but I don’t want. to see your face on deck again until you. can act like a gentleman-understand ?" Johnny appealed to Diane. "Look-he-he’s--~" Mike gestured to him contemptuously. "Officer, find out where this wouldbe octopus bunks and lock him up ti! he’s sober." "Come along,. sir." The officer grasped Johnny’s arm firmly.

"You just wait till " Johnny threatened the now-grinning Mike «as the. officer bore him off. Mike, sure that five dollars. would square the officer, now turned to Diane. The small inevitable crowd had dispersed after the. manner of crowds. : "Sorry-but I couldn't help but notice--" he offered deprecatingly. "Thank you." Diane’s mouth quirked for a second. He was making no effort to hide his interest in her, and with her usual honesty, she admitted that it was pleasant. For he had an irresistible sparkle in his eye, ke was young---Guiltily, she stopped herself. This would never do. She pulled her mouth into a stern set line, "Thank you again, Mr, --" "Allow me-an Irish uncle named me Mike Bradley." "4 | "Good for him." Diane observed impersonally. She started moving toward the deck. Mike stayed persistently beside her. Then Diane turned to him squarely. "Well, Mr. Bradley, was that Irish uncle also responsible for your methods of attack?’ "Wh-what do you mean?"

ee at "Just this." Diane held out her palm, An ordinary straight pin glittered on it in the sun. "Really, big bold hero-men should use larger weapons. You’re a big boy now, Mr. Bradley." And with this parting shot she turned on her heel and walked off. The red mounted to Mike’s forehead and his jaw slowly dropped as he watched her retreating figure. This wasn’t going to be easy, he reflected. The sun was still low on the horizon when the clang of six bells rang out over the ship-proclaiming to one and ‘ all the hour of seven. The large swimming pool already showed signs of activity, for a number:of small boys were engaged in a game of water polo. They punctuated the air with shrill, excited yells. Diane, emerging from her dressingroom, surveyed the scene a little wistfully. They were so young and gayso unafraid. A loud "Yay" assailed her ears as they greeted her with the unrestrained enthusiasm of healthy animal spirits. Adjusting her cap. she waved back. . "Yay yourself," she called with a broad grin. Then mounting the springboard, she ran to the edec and

stood poised for a second like a bird arrested in flight. Mike,-at the ,other end of the pool beyond her vision, drank his fill of the ° picture she presented. In her clinging black silk suit, her exquisite figure stood out in bold relief. He walked to the spot where she would emerge from the water,.and when her face arose he saluted her with an impudent‘ grin, . eV: ay-and good morning. " "Oh-good morning," Diane returned, a little curtly. "Tiow’s the water-warm?" Mike blandly ignored his cool reception. Diane studied him thoughtfully for, a moment. She must put a stop to his attentions immediately. "Awfully cold-I don’t think you'd like it-really-"’ WHer last word was flung back as she struck off up the pool in an overhead Australian crawl, with long, sure, swift strokes: He waited for a moment, a set smile on his face. Inwardly he was rather chagrined. Well, he thought stubbornly, anything worth having is worth going after, and ‘here’s where I go! Plowing steadily through the water he was at her side, wet curly head bobbing up beside hers. "I’m not chasing you. I just turned up here," he added in elaborate explanation, "like an old cantaloupe rind." "The ocean’s full of them." Diane smiled involuntarily, then quickly compressed her lips. But not quickly enough, for Mike had seen. Ag she shot up the pool he came up in pursuit. "Or maybe I’m the Fuller brush man." "No brushes to-day." Diane stopped for breath. "How about a broom?" *"Couldn’t use it." "A bath brush?" "What for?’ she snickered. "A nail brush?" "No 0. "A hair brush?’ "Why? This is just a wig I’m wearing." eA -?)? : "Go home!" Diane yelled. "IT haven’t any." "Any what?" "Any sense." "T’m sure of it." "Then stop arguing." . "I’m not arguing about any-’ At just this moment, a large part of the pool, taking advantage of Diane’s uncontrollable laughter, decided to find its way down her throat. She choked and laughed and laughed some more,

"Q-oh-I-ho-9pe you ch-choke-" she sputtered. "You’re better at it than I am-here -’ Mike pounded her on the back un‘mercifully. Diane beat at him with her fists. *Unhand me," she laughed. "Your eyes are yery large and beautiful,’ Mike stated sententiously. "St-stop it." . "yen when they’re bloodshot."

Diane was frankly smiling with him now. "Will you tell me what this is all about?" she begged. Mike shrugged in comic imitation of aFvenchman. "I don’t know-but isn’t it fun?’ *"Yes-it is-"’ Diane was shocked to hear herself replying. Again, her honesty had tricked ber into saying the wrong thing-the dangerous thing. (To be continued.) °