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Show j IXS1 'AUMKXT NO. 01. THi: GOf.DFN APFLL. Ifornian would not leave the ball-m ball-m Willi Jane, bu, he had followed Jfcklv enough at the heeM "f this Krlous Nariimm i ' Madame Nar i-Va, i-Va, th' siren of t'i. mi.vUs. In tho Ice of "Salome" what mail could 3 If her- nine saw- tho terrible truth In Nor-i Nor-i p'B guilty fare He could not look L her. Hf wa-s weaK under Hie sway 9 KJa other woman's charm Jown the hall Jan-- flew like a hurt ling bird that woop to safetj Idly, she turc off the draperies I her drugRins train . . blackly taggered Into a waiting elevator, i could not hold him her lover! an her sweetheart' had -en h'-r h had seen lie lgei of another man the treaeh-little treaeh-little F'renehma n over who, a had already had one quarrel, roan had not followed her. He et her go he hud stayed with nova ! ,e was swamped into the crowd i lobby Dull she tiied to re-what re-what she must do get her cloak a cab go home, she was frioping her wiy ph the hilarious crowd, pushing j revelers aside, and trying to bold hand" off her, Jane was nly confronted b .March and into his . m brace fellow you! To the ends of the e shook liim off. but his hot caressed her feverishly ove you!" he declared violently, not care if th- whole world I It I love you : n't. Please don't touch me Jane begged shall take you home'.'" she said wealth. Then Jane jraiefpbcred the word.- of Madame "fcmo a and questioned. jTou ;i 1 the -w-.-theart of thit Snan " jWkraruosa Hah' 1 x, with h-r Sat you call eserybody'i sweetheart merle a'.' la vamp'" amp'" Jane echoed bitterly, lid. she seems to hae concentrated ' orman Traverse tonight." B is one devil" .Marchand Spited, and th n pulling Jane into' Kt on a low lounge, he began to j In, "You see, she likes me I t her portrait' You know what l 7 She tries tn kiss Me I ' 'foolish man!" F.A11 Mi-! I.-., dike.' Jane pvo-pneed pvo-pneed :!..- n : Shi looked about iefull c . - r i u. might havej owed -; ; i w . upstairs I. in that incensed den re or- I twere choking In tho atmosphere ii pjl? Marchand was still talking ane tried to iay attention lie I holding In r Ihm.iI, stroking u DoP.'l ' " She i !. l . b tell you I luw' uu. Madame ij noca saw it tonight. I told her I were the most beautiful girl ft .Ball Des Artl.-te I told her you Brwin the golden apple. That 1 ' Jr she hates ..u that Is why she is to K' t : ', a , your SW e. the, rdieu, and how quick she suc- d!" ane wae overcome again with the rrible puii.r that blotted h.-i nd. Norman was alone In that sin- tt Studio with N.i l ,i mo! a she who advert. sei) from every movie use as lrnsimiily wicked! Nor-;S Nor-;S was witli her Fane wai. le ,i fie dancers crowding but the punch bowl Some i i.. :-:'i'f I 'o inquire of forehand. Brher Is your idy W h ro is Bah!' he i, and took Jane K&othrr corner of the hall. "We iBot care where she is1 nor where p, do we?" Of course no:.' Jane answered ant I;.- Then she took a glass of Ch someone liad brought .... Hor heart was crushing painfully. It seemed too terrible-to be true too I much like an ugly dream a nightmare! night-mare! " Jane drank another eglass of punch. By this time she could laugh a hard little laugh, not very merry but quite like many women laugh who do not know why. Jane fell into a group of carnival makers. The talk was all of the golden gol-den apple who would get it? .More inquiries for Madame N'ara-mova. N'ara-mova. I do not can where -she Is, Marchand grumbled unpleasantly. Everyone was talking about the way she had danced. She had been a sen-Mat sen-Mat ion! Jane waa almost sorry she had not remained to witness the pt -formance She listened to lurid a -counts of how Salome' had danced and outdanced all traditions of the seven veils. More punrh. .More lauffh'nrt Jane began to dance with Mm- 1, and. The music was tremend 0 I si overpowering or was it the punch ? I She felt (fizzy in his arms he held I her close. She had almost forgo' tea everything every-thing when (he dance ended. Then there was more talk of Naramova a dance. The seven veils six of them had been auctioned! TI.gh sums had been bid. One man waved proudly his costly wisp of the transparent draperies of ' Salome. He laughed broadly as he wo I it about the heaJ of a painted r.iolel who accepted hi.1 oaresse, with the turban that was made to swath he:-pretty he:-pretty face. Hindu i i-nion M6?t of the maftq'.er.iders were, by this time, more or less dishevele!. A Oreek goddess was wearing a hcad-' hcad-' dress of Indian ;ea:hcr. Two woodland wood-land nymphs were vn0k:ln cigarettes n Turkish harpu girl was sitting on th? rim of the Roman pool splashing splash-ing hor bare fet :.i v. iter. Wine was everywhere. Confetti snowed through the air. Mti.sit vns pounding through tho i place Mkt . mighty storm eyejohis passion Ja.3' Shouts screams wild cries for more wina, mon dances more kisses! "It's dreadful"' Jaue groaned as Marc hand tried to propel her through I the gidiiy throng. "What you c-a'.l wild .Vest-ce-pas"" Ye. will:' jane repeated fearfully fearful-ly Let's get out .of T. But a gay oorJrphQq h id seized Marchand b .he arm. 'The golden :pp!e-' l'J bofr Who gets it?" Marchand ook-d 3azeJ. He hid forgotten the go'don ipple. So much j more wine th r- was to lr:nk' "Eh" What did you say'' ho ask- I ed rather dlzzil;. . Suddenly a trumpet sounded. The' dancing stopped. Men stood, with their arms still hugging the Willing waists of their partners imputienx With th: interruption of the dance. What did they care about what was being shouted through the mega-phono? mega-phono? "The golden apple!" (Copyright, 19,18, by fhi L-n Syndicate. Syndi-cate. Inc.) Another fine Installment of this story tomorrow. oo |