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BATON WAVER By Nikki Kaye. ^THE room was dark. Cheap gas logs threw an eerie light on the man in the far cor ner of the room and the girl by the fireplace. They were both staring unmindful of the fact that the small, dingy room was unlighted. Eddie Melvin sighed. “Well,” he said in a monotone, •■that's that. I suppose it all over, Frances.” Frances threw her cigarette into the artificial fire place. She stirred restlessly. Suddenly Eddie turned. “Frances,” Via « a i rt vehe mently. “You can't do it. I tell you, you can’t do it. I won't let you marry him.” • Oh, please. Eddie,” Frances said, wearily. “Don’t let’s start this all over again. You won’t let me marry him. That’s a joke. I’m marrying Bob Gordon. Here’s the engagement ring. We're celebrating the engage ment tonight. He's wealthy. He does promoting. Anything else you'd Uke to know?” “But, Frances.” Eddie pleaded, "money isn’t everything. Can't you wait a while longer? I know I’ll get a break soon.” * * * * CHE laughed and said, “I've been ^ hearing that for three years now.” “All right, then, marry me.” “And live on what? Air? I've Worked as long as I’m going to. Do you expect me to live on $30 a week? Thirty dollars for both of us? Why, you can't even support yourself, much less both of us. You haven’t saved a cent in years.” “No, of course not,” Eddie said, bit terly. “Every cent I've ever had I spent on you. That dress you’re wear ing. your fur coat, even that diamond ring on your finger.” Frances looked at the small dia mond disdainfully. She held out her left hand and silently compared the huge engagement ring to Eddie’s small gift. Eddie watched her. Frances shook her carefully mar celed head. “Eddie, you're so young sometimes. No, you won’t get a break. You're too independent.” Eddie made a vehement gesture. "I won’t let you or your friends help me.” “See?” Frances shrugged. “You’ve got a peach of an orchestra, but what does it get you? You wave your baton in those dinky street cafes and you’re satisfied. Why only last week you accepted a job in a honky-tonk in preference to the one Stanley of fered you. And Stanley might have got you on the radio.” “But I don’t like radio work.” “Oh. you make me sick. Radio is your big chance.” * * * * "J7RANCES. if you stay with me. I’ll do it. I'll do it for you. I’ll take radio, stage—anything." “No, Eddie, I'm through. You should have taken the things offered you years ago.” • “Don't you care for me any more?” he asked, quietly. Frances stood up. “Do we have to go through all this again?” she asked, wearily. She patted her hair. “I’ve given you three years. Now I’m through. I’m tired of living in places like this and wearing clothes like this. I'm marrying Bob Gordon, and that’s all there Is to it.” "Will that help . ., so much?” [ "Of course, it will. Bob is wealthy. Besides that, he's a sweet boy. I like him. He doesn't know about you. He could have helped you, Eddie, but no. you wouldn't think of it. He's a little old for me, but every thing will turn out all right. We're going to Europe for our honeymoon. We’ll be gone a year.” “Europe ... a year .. .” He took Frances in his arms. “I hope youu never regret it,” he said. "Good-by." "Good-by. Play the wedding march for me. Baton Waver.” The door closed. * * * * A YEAR later Bob Gordon said to his wife as he dressed: "Well, j darling, tonight marks our first wed- j ding anniversary.” "Yes,” Frances answered, listlessly,! “so it does. The diamonds from her ears, neck, arms and hands were glit tering. [ "Happy?” Bob asked anxiously as he bent to kiss her. j Frances turned her carefully mar- j celed head, avoiding his lips. "Yes. of course,” she said, pettishly. "Is there anywhere special you’d like to go tonight, Frances? This is the first time you’ve been in New York in a year, you know. And it's our anni versary. too. We should make it a gala celebration.” Frances shrugged. “Any place you j say. I don’t care particularly." “Here, I’ll call Morris and Stella and 1 see what they're doing. They don’t j even know we're in town yet. In the meantime, pin these on your dress.” * * * * pRANCES took the orchids and tossed them on the lounge. “Where are we going, Bob?” she asked. “Special-extra surprise. Stella and the crowd have reservations at the Manley Club. Jack dropped out of the party at the last minute, so there's room for us. Isn’t that great?" “I don’t know—is It? What’s at the Manley Club? Don’t tell me you’ve been in town one day and have made another ‘find.’ ” “Better not make fun of my dis coveries. I haven't had such good | luck lately. This one is a real find, j though. Malvo Eddino is playing at | the Manley.” he finished, proudly. “Never heard of him." “Darling. I’ve tried to tell you about j him a dozen times, but the very words ' •orchestra leader' made you flare up. | He's the kid I heard the night of our engagement, remember? I was to call for you and went to a street cafe in the meantime. That night he played a peculiar arrangement of the wedding march. It was great. A sensation. “While we were abroad I pushed negotiations through the New York office and had him break through last year on the radio. He was a knock out. Every one talks about Malvo j Eddino. We had him advertised and press-agented all over as a Spaniard. "That's why we changed his name from Eddie Melvin to Malvo Eddino. Clever idea, wasn’t it?” (Copyright, 1U38 > She stirred restlessly. SUICIDE IS THWARTED AS MAN FALLS INTO NET Tiremen Wait With Life Saver and Catch Youth as He Plunges From 65-Foot Tower. 8t the Associated Press. 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