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CHAPTER 25
ANETKA was in a hospital and
Mary Barrett ought to have felt
aubdued as she entered the struc
ture. Instead, she felt an absurd
desire to break into a dance
step she had learned in her nur
sery days as she followed the bob
bing Breton cap of the nursing
sister leading her to Anetka’s hos
pital room. Instead she managed
the most decorous of steps as her
high heels clicked on the marble
floor of the corridors.
In the wake of the sister, she
skirted a figure being wheeled on
a stretcher table and felt a dou
ble twinge of sympathy for the
patient; she was twice sympathic
because the wrapped figure was
malade, and because she had noth
ing so great in her bosom, burst
ing for expression, as Mari Barat
had.
The girl rolled her name with
the Latin inflection around her
tongue, the better to assure her
self that it was she and not the
exuberant Mary Barrett of her
early youth who was, this day,
bringing tidings of their fame to
her partner in a hospital in Paris.
They arrived at the door to
Anetka’s room, bowed to each
other. The sister looked at her
watch meaningly and opened the
door for the visitor.
Anetka’s w r an face, eager and
expectant, turned to Mary.
Mary closed the door and, with
her eyes widening said;
“Darling, is it safe to tell you
exciting news, or will you burst
your stitches?”
“I have no stitches,” Anetka
said proudly. “The doctaire took
them away this morning.” She
closed her eyes, “Let me guess—
Madame Lejeune is going to take
the brown ensemble!”
“Os course, she is!” Mary an
swered. “She’d take anything—
today!”
“It is something more than
that?” Madame had been dis
pleased with the ensemble and was
the current problem when Anetka
had been taken ill.
“It’s so much more than that,
that I must warn you, Anetka, to
take it easy when you hear about
it.” Mary had slipped off'her coat
and come around to the side of
Anetka’s bed.
In her arms was the large black
pasteboard portfolio which once
had been the agent in the most
important day of her life. It was
the portfolio she had carried —and
nearly lost —the night she had met
Tony Castle. Now she unfastened
the tapes with great care and
opened it.
Therein lay many imposing
pages on which newspaper clip
Shanghai’s Famous Bund Ravaged by Steel and Fire
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A panoramic view of the famous Bund in Shanghai, one of the best known esplanades in the world, which
has been ravaged by mysterious explosions since the Japanese and Chinese airmen have been g mg
the latest eastern crisis. Most of the buildings on the Bund, forcign-owned, look down on the wangpoo
River, where are massed fighting craft of all nations, and where the Japanese warships have been attackea
bv Chinese bombers. ’ (Central Press)
Nazi Seaplane Conquers the Atlantic
The German seaplane Nordmeer is pictured at Port Washington, L. 1., American terminus of the projected
transatlantic airlines, after a survey flight from Germany via the Azores. The crew is shown in the motor
boat. coming ashore from the plane. The flight was a trail-blazer for establishment of regular passenger
service between Berlin and New York. (Central Press)
pings had been neatly pasted that
very morning.
Mary’s color faded from her
face in her intensity. Her voice
was properly impressive:
“Anetka, we’re famous!”
Anetka closed her eyes and
waited.
“These are clippings from
America!”
Anetka opened her eyes.
“They came this morning, sent
from a clipping service in New
York. And all the time we thought
we were being neglected by Claire
Todd!” There had been a short
note from Claire Todd after her
return to America, saying that she
was sorry she hadn’t been able to
see Mari before she left, that she
would be heard from later.
And then, before Anetka’s in
credulous eyes, Mary turned the
pages slowly.
Anetka was pleased, excited to
see the columns of news copy, the
sketches —for there were no pho
tographs —the extravagant praise
and predictions. But Anetka didn’t
realize what it meant. Or that it
was the name of Mari Barat and
not her to whom all credit
went.
Embarrassed, Mary protested
about that, said that she would
correct it.
Gently, Anetka stopped the flow
of Mary’s protests. “It is as it
should be, Mari. For me, I do
not care for fame. You have
made me rich in many ways, and
I should be the —what do you
say ?_the means to help you. I
do not want to be rich. Ido not
want to be famous. Before, long
before, in another life in Russia,
I have had those things. I want
now to be quiet, secure. I ask
nothing more. I am afraid of
those things now, my little one.
I have, not the strength for them.
You are young. You have no past
defeats to mar your faith. You
have the courage to face them.”
Anetka had never talked that
way before to Mary. The younger
woman listened without inter
rupting.
“I do not envy you anything
except your youth. You are not
yet 30. The full years are for you
and you are ready for them be
cause you have ambition, courage
and a blind faith in yourself. You
do not know that whatever wealth
you have has its price. To get to
the top is hard, to stay there is
harder, Mari. I do not mean
that in business you- will be any
the less”—Anetka faltered, aware
that in the translation of words to
French from Russian, she was per
haps not making herself clear —
“successful. I mean that success,
being among the greatest in your
I career, makes demands on you as
HENDERSON, (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 1937
a person. Those are demands that
are hardest to meet.”
“How do you mean?” Mary
asked.
“Your life will change. Noth
ing is simple when you are suc
cessful. The problems you have
today will be as nothing. There
are things that will be inside of
you. These will be the problems
of the woman, not the business
woman.”
“I think I understand,” Mary
answered softly. “But do not fear
for me, Anetka. I have had prob
lems before and solved them.”
Anetka smiled sadly, knowing
that Mary had not understood.
Then Mary said:
“And now you are tired. I must
go back at once. We're very busy,
Anetka. Suddenly, we have many
new clients. I have engaged four
more seamstresses and I think,
perhaps, next year we must have
a little more room.”
The sister came in, bowed and
murmured that it was time for
Madame to go.
Mary said she would return the
next day.
Twenty-four hours later Mary
deposited her box of flowers on
the dresser beside Anetka's bed,
waited until the sister had once
more closed the door, and said:
“Anetka, will you pinch me,
please?” Anetka obliged and
asked for an explanation.
“I’m not sure I haven’t a fever.
I’m not sure I’m not delirious. I
think I’m seeing things. Anetka
Illovitch, by 11 o'clock this morn
ing there wasn’t room enough to
turn around in our place! Heaven
only knows where the people came
from. We haven’t a thing left un
sold and we simply can’t fill the
orders unless we send out our
work. And how I’m ever going
to meet the demands for designs
I don’t know!”
Anetka’s blue eyes looked like
corn flowers —and as uncompre
hending.
“The most peculiar people came
in and out —all of them ordering
things and most of them looking
like spies. You don’t suppose
that the government is suspicious
of us, do you? Not that I mind
if we can sell all their agents as
well as we’ve been doing today.”
“I —do not know,” Anetka
said very slowly. Great shadows
came into her eyes. “It was so
long ago . . .”
“Oh, Anetka! You ... you don’t
mean . . . Russia, do you?”
Slowly Anetka nodded her head.
“But that was 20 years ago and
things like that couldn’t happen!”
Mary patted Anetka’s frail hand
comfortingly but she felt as
though she had stepped into some
plot out of a paper-covered novel.
It was not a pleasant sensation.
(To Be Continued)
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Arraigned on a murder charge in connection with the purson death
of George Gsellman, 67, Mrs. Anna Hahn, 31, of Cincinnati, 0., is
pictured in court with her attorney, Joseph Hoodin. Calm and in
sistent in her declarations of innocence, Mrs. Hahn is the central
figure in an investigation of a series of deaths among elderly Ger
man acquaintances. Prosecutor Dudley Outcalt, leading the inquiry,
termed the case “one of the biggest mass murders in the country.”
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As the Dollar Liner President McKinley, together with two other
ships, assisted in evacuating Americans from Shanghai, new war
zone in the Sino-Japanese crisis, the President Hoover, one of the
largest liners on the Pacific, was chartered by the U. S.
k to rush additional forces from Manila to Shanghai to aid in protec
tion. The President Hoover then will take away American refugees.
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Thomas E. Dewey
Announcement of Thomas E.
Dewey, famed for his prosecution
of rackets in New York, that he
would accept the Republican nom
ination for district attorney of
New York county, aids Mayor
Fiorello H. La Guardia, running
for re-election as a Fusionist
Dewey, who is merely 35, also will
be the Fusionist nominee for dis
trict attorney. La Guardia has
been a reform mayor, who has
been hampered by Tammanyites
in key posts, such as the district
attorneyship.
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Wife Vegetarian—-He Killed Her
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Joseph Cortese, unemployed violinist and taxidermist, is shown in »
Brooklyn, N. Y., police station being questioned by Assistant District
Hyman Barshay, Barshay holds the stonemason's hammer with whlt !
Mrs. Cortese was killed. The husband, authorities say slew her because
ahe was a vegetarian and Woultf not serve him and his children
ftt meals. {Central Pres*).
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Constance Worth
Constance Worth, film stress
files an answer In Los Angles to
Actor George Brent’s suit seek
ing annulment of their Tiajuana
Mexico, marriage. In her an
swer, Miss Worth dec-lat-oii u, e
marriage was valid, that it Wag
contracted in good faith t ,y both
herself and Brent and that they
lived together afterward.
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“Hamlet” Star
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Eva LeGallienne, pictured with her
dog, Chico, at Denis, Mass., on Cape
Cod, is preparing to star in the Ray
mond Moore presentation of Shakes
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Among those mentioned as a po*
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L. Black, nominated to U. S. su
preme court by President Roose
velt, is Mrs. Bibb Graves, wifi
of the governor of Alabama.
Black’s unexpired term lasts
merely till 1938.
—Central Press