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Show FICTION I DANCING SHOES ll IVP By CHARLES DORIAN A IV Corner 8L , sjXjJ-h passed around. "Now, another dance," ordered the master of ceremonies. "Just a slow one," pleaded Paula, "I'm very tired." "Oh, all right," yawned the fellow. fel-low. She made a long slow stride straight to the operator and whispered whis-pered "Listen!' Then she performed per-formed a, painfully punctuated dance with more body undulations than footwork. The bottle passed around again and the operator went to bis key, took an order, sent one, and in a few minutes the train was in. They boarded it. Sargo was a small city. A taxi was ready waiting for them and whisked them out into the country where they got out in front of a big house. Every shadow exuded a police officer. Eight of them had pinioned the four "collegians" before the door opened, and two more seized the servant. Paula promptly fainted. Two officers of-ficers carried her to safety. "This house has been under suspicion sus-picion for a long time," said an officer of-ficer to Paula. "When that operator's opera-tor's message mentioned 'Sargo' we posted a squad at the house. Here's the car now which followed their taxi from the depot." Oh, yes, Paula's dad had been a station agent and had taught her to tap dance the Morse code. WHILE a vast throng of theatregoers theatre-goers passed through the exits of the Orpheum, the beautiful blonde attraction loft quietly by the stage door on the arm of her most ardent admirer, the owner of the theatre and string of others. At the curb stood Max Berber's limousine, and just ahead of it, a taxi. Four maudlin "Collegians" having a sing-song, obstructed the entrance to Berber's car, but made way while the lady stepped in. Then suddenly three of them gave Berber the bum's rush, while the fourth clambered in beside Paula Pauleen, tap dancer extraordinary. Max spluttered and fumed while the three kidded him. A letter was pressed into his I clenching fist and 3 MilKlte his car keys were r;jn frisked from him. , riciion The taxl jumped 1 ' forward, and in a moment was followed by the limousine lim-ousine carrying the dancer and four members of the notorious Scarlet Scar-let Gang in evening clothes and top hats, still simulating drunken collegians, col-legians, singing to drown out the cries of the distressed dancer. In the Holland Tunnel the singsong sing-song ceased and one of the gang said to the girl: "This is something new in kidnaps, kid-naps, sister. We're all jolly good feUows, members of a theatrical troupe (to the general public). But don't get us wrong. We'd rub you out as quick as any Broadway mug if you failed for a minute to join the spirit of our little game. Your big boy has just read our demands in a note left with him." "I'll I'll pay you." chatted the little dancer. "Please - my con-tract. con-tract. I must dance every night. THE CAR sped along for thirty miles and turned into a nar-rov. nar-rov. road. License plates were switched and another fifty miles sped by. They stopped at a railroad rail-road village and parked the car on a side street. They changed their toppers for peak caps and entered the railroad station. "Oh, you're the troupe from the opery house." grinned the operator. "Thought there was two girls In the party." "One of us is a female impersonator, imper-sonator, hawl haw!" laughed the spokesman. The operator laughed too. and began stamping the tick-ets. tick-ets. "Train's not due for thirty minute min-ute yet." he apologized. "OK. brother, we'll put on a little show while we're waiting. He strode over to Paula. Smile sister. SMILE," he hissed, and out loud. "Come on, Sally Rand give the gentleman your best imitation of a fan dance." Paula was ready to faint but en-tered en-tered into the game by dancing a whirling tap number that had the operator's eyes popping Some s.ng ing followed and a bottle was |