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out to Beverly Hills and start ringing door
bells. Lots of those upper-crust people don’t desperately need six or eight spare bed rooms.” "I admire her spunk,” Connie remarked. The flannel suit fitted, and Eve came back in a day or so for the sport coat. I wasn’t there when she came, but Connie told me later: ‘‘You know, Lewis, Bill Frayle has n’t got a real job.” "Oh-oh.” I m going to help her,” Connie said (irmly. I said, "I’ll pick you up in a cab.” Connie’s enthusiasms sometimes scare me. She didn’t know what had happened. Eve had called from a public pay station, one with lots of voices in the background. “She couldn’t be guilty of anything like shoplifting,” Connie said later. “It’s just that she has that impulsive way with her. She picked up something and took it to the win “They’re starting a business of their own. something to do with a buyer’s guide. Eve be gan it in a small way while he was overseas. She’s resourceful, that girl. It’s a pity she can’t find an apart ment they’re so much in love.” “Give her at least a week to get one,” I said. "It’s taking other people six to eight She broke away from the fellow and screamed . . . dow light, I suppose.” “They don’t pinch you until you take it onto the sidewalk,” I said... A cop downstairs said a shoplifting case would probably be tried in Judge Bredon's courtroom on the third floor. When we came out of the elevator, I recognized my gray flannels pacing the cor ridor. Bill Frayle was worrying a cigarette as months to move up those long waiting lists. A week went by, and another week, and one morning Connie telephoned me. She was frantic: “Lewis, I was supposed to have lunch with Eve today, and she just called she can’t come, she has to be in court!” "What’s she done now?” “It sounded like something about shoplift ing.” Connie said. “Lewis, we’ve got to help her.” “Now wait a minute, Connie. We hardly know the-girl.” “Lewis, I’m going straight down there! he paced. My wife ran up to him. “I’m Con nie, Eve’s friend. Is — is it going to be all right?’’ “It’s a nightmare. I wish to heaven she hadn’t got mixed up in this mess!" exclaimed Frayle. It struck me as a terrific understatement. Then I guessed that Connie who’d been ex cited, had got the facts wrong. “What happened?” I asked. “She was shopping for some shorts for me,” said Frayle, “when she saw this fellow slide a meerschaum off the next counter and walk out. She trailed him home and then called the store detective. “But when the policemen got there they weren’t willing to make an arrest on just her word.” He rubbed his shoe sole over the cigarette stub. “So she talked her way into this man’s apartment — and then screamed for help, so the detectives would have an excuse to break the door. The place was full of stuff the fellow tried to choke her when she screamed.” He perspired, thinking about it. “Why she ran that chance is what the lawyer keeps try ing to find out.” We went into the courtroom just in time to hear Judge Bredon say, “Two years.” and to hear Eve say, “Just a minute, please, Your Honor.” She smiled her prettiest for the Judge. “You wouldn’t have a case against this man if it wasn’t for me, would you, Your Honor? And the store wouldn’t have its things back? ... So ... I think you ought to listen to me.” “Well?” His Honor asked. “I wish you'd make that sentence just one year." Eve said, "provided he’ll sub-let his apartment to me. That’s why I caught him. It seems he has a year's lease, and. Your Honor, I’m going to be married as soon aS-we can find a place of our own. .. Aren’t we, Bill?” She looked around at Frayle, and the Judge looked at the discharge button. “If the de fendant agrees,” he said, “the court will sus pend one year of the sentence.” Connie says she was perfectly sure all along it would have a happy ending. But I’m not happy — The New York office is sending Fred Caslon back to the coast; we’re having to move out of our apartment, and I tremble when I see that gleam in my wife’s eyes. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t — but I’m afraid she’ll do something audacious like Eve. The End ' l I “These ants are delicious!" Mtarfhy RAISES A RACKET during the biggest swing in our coffee history! IT'S SIESTA-TIME,SENIOR CHARLIE-' EVEN THE LITTLE M0NKEY5 WANT TO SLEEP/ TO A BIG-SHOT SALESMAN LIKE ME, NAPS ARE A WASTE OF TIME. IN THE FAST YEAR MORE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN LONG CHASE & SANBORN THAN EVER BEFORE , 7^ LISTEN ! VU-O'LEe! O-LEe-O-l&'s I'M AS WONDERFUL AT N MDOEUNG AS I AM AT SELLING CHASE & SANBORN COFFEE YOU'RE IN THE SHADE--WHERE THE FINE COFFEE BEANS GROW AND GIVE CHASE 8 SANBORN ITS WONDER FUL'SHADE-GROWN "FLAVOR ! IN COOL,DEWY SHADE UNDER AN AWNING OF TALLER TREES “ THESE FINE COFFEE BEANS IN THEIR CAY RED JACKETS SLOWLY STORE UP THE RICH 'SHADE-GROWN‘RAMDR THAT AMERICA LOVES IN CHASE & SANBOF COFFEE CHASE & SANBORN COFFEE TASTE THE'SHADE-GROWN” FLAVOR. SEE WHY ITS BRING ING THE BIGGEST SWING IN OUR 82-YEAR COFFEE HISTORY !