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Show : . y-?faZ,.i-rfrom the Kelro-Gctdvryn-Maycr Picture V ' .Tir' " v .-".iA Starring Joan Crawford and Clark Gable x,r.:!fs,! J fey VMllilst LttLitiGuH A. '- V ' RKSVMK: Mike Antony, farcujn correspondent oj ( -'i V ' the AVf York Chronicle, ha. helped Sully Parker, X.- ' off American heiress, to escape from her own ircd- "rr--y ' A;'.'lv . diii'j. She has discovered Oku her fiance,-Prinrc or, " F V'; is u fortune hun!' r. M ike stads the flying suits and - '' v'an f tnc fclr,J" "d Baroness Spandirman. r' 'V'v- J ("" Then he finds a rnap tlud proves they arc spies, fie i"'1'' X'" 'ny arc Vurs'1'c'l Barney Pells of the Xcic V York J)espolh, Mike's bitterest r'trul. Sally hates i:'--mjf ' 'V reporters and is unaware that Mike is one. Tiny are fKV b" , sCjiiui' in a travel agency in Paris. Sally has just been y V t . . accosted by Barney. Suddenly, she sees the Baron and ivv A -A Baroness. Chapfer Thras KING FOR A NIGHT r j ' , ' , - - - - - -. s . " : : .. ..... - lr . : "K'iit's on your stagnant mind?" Harney asked suspiciously. Running like mad, Sally and Mike ducked down the areaway behind the building, Barney right along with them. Mike grabbed him by the lapels as Sally ran ahead. "Now listen," he said through clenched teeth, "she hates newspapers and boys like us. If you crack now, we're sunk." Barney snarled, "I'm sticking like summer underwear." At the corner, Sally was beckoning to them, frantically. Just behind them hurried the Baron, the Baroness and two policemen. With a wild whoop all three runaways jumped into a waiting coutourier's delivery truck and were off in a cloud of dust. Once on the open road, Sally had an idea. Here was a way to get rid of her peasant boy's costume. Climbing into the back of the van, she emerged presently, in a stunning creation of white chiffon. Toward dusk, they were traveling along a gravel road when suddenly the motor moaned and quit. "We're out of gas," Mike opined sadly. He shrugged. "Sally," he said, "I want to talk to Barney for a minute." They all climbed out of the van. Watching him suspiciously, Barney moved closer just close enough. Cupping Barney's chin in his palm, Mike tipped him back into the van, locked the doors and grabbed Sally's hand. They could still hear Barney's voice, hoarse with fury, as they dashed away. "But I thought he was your friend," Sally finally gasped. Mike shook his head. "Not any more. You see, he's become a newspaper man, Sally." She looked at him, aghast. "Oh, the horrible buzzard." Hastily, Mike-changed Mike-changed the subject. - " think you can see the ghosts from here" the caretaker said. A midnight moon was pale in the sky as Sally and Mike reached the large grilled gates of a chateau. Mike chuckled and pointed to a sign. "We're at the palace of Fontainebleau." They tip toed up the steps, and finally reached the elaborately appointed Maintenon suite. Mike swept a courtly bow. "Madame de Maintenon looks altogether charming tonight." Sally made a graceful courtsey. Mike stretched lazily. "Why did you let them put ribbons across all the, chairs? A pretty pass when a King can't sit down in his own home." At this moment, a voice said from the doorway, "One moment, Sire, I will remove the ribbons." They spun around. There stood a little wizened old Frenchman wearing a watchman's uniform. And as he continued con-tinued to address them. Mike and Sally became aware that the little man thought them the gliosis of the royal personages dead and gone. Leading them to the balcony he pointed into the night. "Henry the Fourth and my dear friend, Francis the First, are waiting for me now, in the gardens." When he had gone, Sally said gently, "A happy little man living in a world all his own." There was an exultant smile on her' face. "That's what I want, Mike a world all my own." For a moment, Mike was silent, thinking of the deception he had practised prac-tised on her. "Sally darling," he said huskily, "you've suddenly turned into the only girl this side of the moon. Let's skip everything else." She raised herself on tiptoe, ' hvcryihing else ." Their hps met. - . f -' t " ' f '.. ( : 1 '" ' --.SW' . ;' I ' 1 4tll inf. Iiai-e I done, your ' rami? in. tlirom;li flic Majesty?" plumbing," Mike said, ike caretaker quavered. All unknown to Mike and Sally, Bai"ney had boon following them thvouph the nicht, but he had lost them at the chateau. Then, very imprudently, he had pone for a swim in the pool. There, the caretaker had found his clothes and gathered them up. Which had left Barney in the predicament of having to scamper into the first Court costume he could find. I-yinc on the crass the next movninjr, darkly swearing vengeance against Mike, he suddenly jumped up and let out a triumphant yell as the caretaker passed by. "Come back here with my clothes!" he screamed. The caretaker backed away. "Your majesty!" he said, in astonishment. "In the daytime." And with this, he took to his heels. At this very moment, Sally was just waking from a delicious sleep on the canopied bed. There was a scratching on one of the panels and then to her astonishment, Mike stepped through it, a tapestry draped over his shoulder. "And who are you'.'" Sally asked drowsily. 'Louis." Mike returned. Sally opened one eye wide. "Louis the r our-leenth, our-leenth, Fifteenth, or Sixteenth?" she asked, "Mike the first," he informed her elaborately. There was a buzz of conversation from outside. They both froze to startled attention. "Tourists." Mike snapped. "We've got to get out of here." They could hear the guide's voice from outside. Another panel slowly swung open. There, in the aperture, stood Barney, arrayed in all the glory of a King of France. I yfilain. Sully anil Mike are trapped. IT ill Harney spill lha beans about Mi!;c? Kead tomorrow's luiurious chafer of j ikis iuniilcu romance.) |