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BEGIN HERE TODAY Sallie Peck, employe of the Fair Deal Fire 4 Ten. on her way home to supper. meets the crippled son of a railroad switchman. The lad tells Sallie that his father is drink me and that he is worried for fear he may be the cause of disaster. ' Sadie passes on to the home of Ma Brennan, with whom she lives. Ma is reading 1 in a New York paper an account of a big diamond robbery in New York. She tells Sallie she has something to ask Michael, a policeman, when he comes to cal lon Sallie. Sallie is heartbroken and angry because her friend Michael is seen at the Empire Theater with Mame Dorsey. She is told that Michael has taken Mame home more than once lately. Ma prepares a steak for Sallie. but Sallie cannot eat it. NOW (.0 ON WITH Till STORY •j, -TIKE won't lie here.” Sallie rose. ‘‘Sit still, Ma, I’ll do up ■ -1 my dishes." "You vc- ate nothin’! That store’ll be the death o’ ye, an’ glad I'll be to see ye out o’ it for good an ’all!” Ma Brennan exclaimed meaningly. “It don’t seem that Michael was anny sooner out o’ the Army and back on the force than he loses the uniform again, this time for a shield! Youngest plainclothes man—Why, Sallie,, hild!” Don't talk about Mike any more, 'la" The girl spoke through set I—l1 —I don’t ever want to hear is name again!—Oh, there’s some ' -ody on the porch! I'm going up -lairs!” But she was too late, for after one stupefied glance Ma Brennan waddled to the door and opened it. admitting the stalwart subject of her interrupted eulogy. “Hello, Ma” The hearty voice of Detective Sergeant Michael Curtisboomed through the little kitchen as he shook her hand. “How are you tonight? Where’s Sallie—!” His roving glance had passed her and stopped and the eagerly expecant smile died on his bps. for the girl '•onfronted him frpm the stairway v.ith blazing eyes. “I thought you were on duty tonight..” She spoke jerkily in an effort at calm. “No. last night—” “ ‘Last night!’ ” Sallie caught him p with withering scorn. “I'm wise •> where you were last night, Mike 'iirtls, and other evenings besides when you were pulling this ’duty’ stuff and getting away with it —not Why dn't you at the Empire tonight, list--ning to her tickle the Ivories?” His face whitened beneath the tan •nd then colored a dull red. while a hurt, half-bewildered loow came into MOTHER! “California Fig Syrup" Dependable Laxative for Sick Baby or Child Hurry Mother! Even a cross, feverish, bilious or const.pated child loves the pleasant taste of “California Fig Syrup” and it never fails to open the Dowels. A teaspoonful today may prevent a sick child tomorrow. Ask your druggist for genuine “California Fig Syrup,” which has directions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother! Y'ou must say “California” or you may get an Imitation fig syrup.—Advertisement.

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his browr. eyes, like those of a faithful dog which has been kicked when he expected a caress. “Sallie —gir-1! You don't understand.” He advanced a step or two pleadingly as Ma Brennan gasped and looked from one to the other of them. .“You’ve got jto listen to me! I’ve got a right to tell you, to explain—!” “There’s some things that don’t explaining!" Sallie struck the banister rail sharply with her small fist. “What you done is your business. Mike, and who you run around with; thank goodness, I never give you any reason to think you had to hanjl rne an excuse!" “No—reason!” Michael’s Jaw set. “I told you I was on duty; I couldn't say any more before —” “And you can't now, n(St to rne! Say. listen, Mike, and get this syaight.” She paused and then said CV HE LAID HIS HAND ON MA BUEWAN S SHOl' LDEH.

slowly through lips grown suddenly white. “I don’t want to see you again, not ever I hate lies, and I’m through!” For a moment longer he gazed at her and back of the hurt look in his eyes something else dawned which she had never seen there before. Then he drew himself up. bowed stiffly and wheeled as though on parade, to lay his hand for a moment on Ma Brennan's shoulder and then pass with a firm tread out into the night. Sajlie flew up to hes" room like a small whirlwind and locked the door before her trembling hands sought a matj-h. Mechanically but with feveff ish haste she undressed, avoiding her own eyes in the little mirror over the deesser," then turning out the gas she opened her window and flung herself across the bed, her whole body shaking. “ 'Nobody lied—saicT that I cried about you-o-o!’ ” One of Ilse Thorkinsen's new reeords blared mockingly from the phonograph next door, and front the kitchen below on the left of their own house cante the sickening odors of .vinegar, spices and hot grease as Mrs. Schmidt and Iter son Oscar prepared the following day's supply for their delicatessen store, but sound and odor were alike swiftly annihilated when the Western Limited roared past, shaking the flimsy frame houses and leaving thcreeping stench of coal-gas In its wake. Poor crippled Hughie Robbins' pa was not so far gone In drink that he had forgotten hi£ job. Presently Ma Brennan, sniffling audibly, crept with heavy-footed caution up the stairs to listen for a moment at Sallie's door and then pass on to her own. The odors of sauerbrate and boiling smoked meats ceased to rise from below and the wheezy phonograph was silent, but at intervals a slow freight bellowed past, puffing and grinding op the rails, or a late local chugged fussily along, its reeking breath blowing in at her window, and still the girl lay with hot, dry eyes staring into the darkness. The trains grew less frequent and in a period of silence a distant clock boomed the hour of midnight. Dawn brought a sharp nip of cojd and the gentle slow fall of rain presaging a steady downpour. With the first patter of drops on the tin roof Ma Brennan’s bedsprings just beyond the thin partition creaked and her groans were audible as she shuffled heavily about the room. In a twinkling Sallie sprang frim her own bed. fumbled for slippers and a flimsy kimono and unlocked her door. “I forgot an' left me clothes out Yll night, the Eversley hand-embryded linen that’s worth hundreds o’ dollars!” Ma mourned. “T would have to be done over anyways from the sut of the thrains, but with the rain it'll be ruint entirely, and me legs are that swole—!” w “Don’t you bother, Ma! I'll get it all in quickor'n you’d have one piece off the line!” Sally ran down the stairs, dropping her slippers by the way and unlatching the kitchc- ndoor, stepped out barefooted into the cold, eery mist of rain Nearly half-past five! The milk train was late and the famous Gotham Arrow almost due—there, she could hear the distant humming of the rails which told of its approach. Soon it Would go hurtling by with its streak of tiny electric lights in the gray dawn. Shivering, Sallie gathered the thin robe about her and started down the back yard between the rows of sag ging clotheslines heavy with their curtains of damp, grimy linen. Then like a bolt from the heavens a clangorous, reverberating crash shook the earth arid before Sallie could turn, before the first shriek of rending wood and-steam and human agony rose upon the air something struck her a violent blow on the head, a huge weight rushed upon her from behind, pinning her down and her world was blotted out. CHAPTER II The Changeling The girl in the Marie Antoinette bed stimd without opening her eyes. One sensation at t'me sms enough for hei wakiive con*<e!pupne*R to grasfi

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and the first which came to her was the cool, slippery feeling of the sheets. She turned her head, burrowing into the pillow that seemed so strangely soft, aryl a delicate elusive perfume greeted her, not as sweet as fresh flow*!'*’ nor sharply pungent like cologne, yet partaking of a myriad scents blended into a perfect whole. A silvery chime like the twinkle of faint, fairy bells stole upon the air and the girl listened dreamily at first then with a sudden tensty an* Jtfie notes

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

THE OLD iLOALL TOWN —By STANLEY

opened her blue eyes. They widened in a stare of utter incredulity. If this were a dream it resembled nothing she h&dever seen in all her ife! A celling painted like the palest blue sky with fleecy pink-tipped clouds .ioating ’round on it; walls paneled in pale blue and wreathed with tiny roseouds, spindley gold furniture draped n blues and pinks and the soft, subdued light of day filtering through ayers like creamy veils! Warily her glance traveled to the side of the bf i and there upon a

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slender gold stand she beheld a pitcher and glass of cut crystal and a tiny, golden bell. Was she asleep, fffter all? What would happen if she rang that bell? Once normally active her brain was given to quick decisions rather than idle speculation and drawing one thin arm from beneath the coverlet she stretched it forth, glanced at the foamy lace of the sleeve which fell from it and' then grasped that bell. She rang it not In languid suihmons but with determir ation and its

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mellow tones shrilled In sudden complaint, but the first notes had barey sounded when a door opened and a tall, dark woman appeared dressed in black and white exactly like a maid in r movie. “Mademoiselle rang? Her thin lips smiled but the bright bla£k eyes seemed searfthing, alertly on guard. There was recognition lit them, though, and that was something. Mademoiselle regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and then bbserved: “Come again? I didn't gea you.”

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

I HECKLES AND ILLS ERIENDS—By BLOSSER

"Mees Alva hive rir.g?" The maid smiled again and advancing to the bed she took the bell from the girl’s unresisting hand and replaced it within reach on the stand. There was something dry and repulsive in the smooth, deft touch of her fingers. “Mees Tidmarsh is resting.” “Oh, she is, is she?” Not for worlds would the girl have asked who “Miss Tidmarsh” was; her own identity was still puzzling her, but who could have wished suoh a name as "Alva” on anybody?

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“Shall I bring the chocolate now?" The question w r as Innocent enough but the maid’s cool, metric tones held something insinuating as she leaned a trifle closer and added: “Madame Copeland, your mother, will be delighted to know that you are so much better, Mees Alva. A trifle of toast with the chocolate?” The girl called ‘Alva’ nodded, not trusting herself to Speak and Still smiling the woman glided at ray. (Continued u Oar Maxi Issued