Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 158, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 November 1925 — Page 14

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JOANNA Tlm Million Dollars

By JL L. GATES CHAPTER I. Miss Twenty-Seven of the Silks *f|ri E good, little girls 1 Dab your noses and put on your (P| smiles. Good Morning is coming.” It was a wonderfully sweet voice, and solemn. But there was the flavor of a laugh hidden in the mock solemnity. That was a trick of Joanna’s. She had adopted it from someone. Joanna adopted all tricks of manner that promised to be successful additions to her own original store of them. Obediently, the young women who flanked Joanna behind the silk counter, a bevy of sheer, sinuous young persons made in variations of the incongruous pattern of the day, dabbed their noses, softened the craftiness of their too-wise eyes, and shaped smiles about their grotesquely scarlet lips. It was each day’s preparation for what was a daily ceremony—the ten o’clock visit to the silk counter of “Good Morning.” “Good Morning,” it may be explained, was, in a more definite way, Mr. Leroy Ilarkness, an imposing gentleman of sleek grooming rison to the dignity of a long-tailed coat, and tremendously impressed by his responsibilities as arbiter of the world’s events and, incidentally, the autocratic Buyer who rules the destinies of the silk department. Promptly at ten o ’clock each morning— the store opened at nine—Mr. Harkness, freshly magnificent, tapped his fingers on the spread of the silk counter, encompassed each of the young women behind it with a friendly, condescending glance, and said to them collectively: “Good Morning.” There was much rivalry among the servitors of satin as to which of them first would see “Good Morning” down the aisle and announce his coming. And if, by any chance, “Mr. Good Morning’s” eyes rested a little longer on one rouged face than on another among his silk counter nymphs, why, there was a full day’s scandal ahead. It happened often; too often. Joanna herself had been bothered a bit, of late, because “Good Morning” had fallen into the habit of looking at her, more and more speculatively. The morning before she had decided she could not ignore that meaningful look in the Buyer’s eyes any longer, and had tilted her chin at him. She was prepared to do it again.

ing" was not approaching In his usual languidly majestic manner. His expression was stern, as If he carried new matters of Importance. He didn’t stop at the next counter, but came right along. "Good Lord,” exclaimed the young person on Joanna’s right, "He has a grouch. Somebody’s in for it!” Joanna struck her pose. Joanna had many poses, one for every circumstance. For "Good Morning” she had rehearsed a way of elevating her chin, putting one hand to the back of her head so that her elbow and forearm would show off well, and fixing the other on her hip. The effect In her mirror had been extremely satisfactory. But her hand fell from her hair and the one at her hip flopped down suddenly. Mr. Harkness had no good mornings for any of them. He walked directly to where Joanna stood and stopped, abruptly facing her. There was neither smirk nor smile In his half closed eyes. Once he had interrupted an unfortunate shoplifter and had looked at the trembling young woman In just that manner. “Miss Jonna,” he said, hls words sharp and evenly cold, "have the goodness to go at once to Mr. Graydon’s office. You are to be spoken to, by Mr. Graydon himself. At once, If you please.” Pencils dropped to the floor behind the silk counter unnoticed. Byes stared. Blank faces turned upon the startled girl. And she stared Into the fatuous face of the man across the counter as If he had woven her In some evil spell. \ Mr. Harkness was, no longer, "Mr. Good Morning,” He was an ogre; the serf of a tyrant and hearer of a tyrant’s summons. He stood there, cold, immovable, piercing. Waiting, waiting for Joanna, Joanna of the gold brown hair that had watched him on other mornings, to hurry away at this jinheard of bidding! For, so far as the record was remembered at the silk counter, no other girl employe had been sum-

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moned Into the aweful presence of the "Old Man.” It augured but one thing. That thing shaped Itself in Joanna’s mind almost instantly. She had offended a customer; unconsciously, perhaps, but offended one; and an important customer; one who had the ear of the mysterious, unapproachable, thoroughly unknown “Old Man.” And that meant, dismissal! ,

GLORIA

THE STORY SO FAR: Gloria Gordon, beautiful flapper, marries Dick Gregory, a struggling lawyer. Her idea of marriage is lun and fine clothes . . . but no work or children. She refuses to do her own work, and hires a housemaid. But Dick has to let the maid go, for Gloria has swamped him with her debts. She becomes infatuated with an out-of-work actor Stanley Wayburn. and follows him to New York. But he spurns her. Then she tries to get a job as a chorus girl and falls. Discouraged. she comes hom to Dick. He takes her back, but not as his wife. Gloria begins to suspect that he is in love with hls secretary. Susan Briggs. And the breach between herself and Dick w r idens dally. At last she wring from Miss Briggs a confession that idle is in love with Dick, and insists that Dick discharge his secretary. When he refuses. Gloria leaves him and goes home to her mother. Dick sends her S6O weekly, but she returns It to him and gets a Job as stenographer for TJlysse9 X. Forsan,5 an, a wealthy widower. But Uiyßses . makes love to her. and she resigns her position. ... Gloria’s family, headed by her energetic Aunt Dorcas, try to settle her affairs for her. Bu* the discussion of her heart-breaking troubles by them, maddens Gloria. She leaves the house, and goes for a walk in the park. There Dick finds her. asleep on a bench. He asks her if she has really gone back to office work. By Beatrice Burton CHAPTER LXV D* - ~| ID you ever hear of Ulysses X. ForgSh?’’ Gloria asked, i___ turning her soft eyes to Dickc He nodded. "Os course Everybody in town knows Forgan. Rich old duck,” he answered. “Why do you ask?” “Because I was his stenographer all last week,” Gloria explained simply. “Did you really think I was drawing the long bow when I said I was going back to work?” Dick said nothing. “I quit my job yesterday, however,” Gloria added. She waited for Dick to ask her why she had given up her position. She wanted to tell him how Ulysses X. had come to court her....so that he’d know she was attractive to other men, even if her own husband no longer cared to live with her! But he remained silent, staring straight ahead of him at a bed of dusty, tired-looking flowers. Gloria wanted to lean over and stroke hls hand. But on .second thought she decided against it. He looked so stern. “Poor Dick!” she said suddenly. “We’ve made a fine hash of things, haven’t we?" At that he turned and spoke: "We?” he asked. "I I’ve made a wreck of your life,” Gloria corrected herself. “You might have had a nice wife to love you, and children....” Dick gave a short laugh and lapsed Into silence again. “What you really should have done,” Gloria went on thoughtfully, “was to marry Susan Briggs. She’s an awfully nice, good women, even If shells terribly homely. And she would have made you comfortable and contented to her dying day.... or yours. Wouldn’t shell’ Dick concealed a smile. "Susan’s not so terribly homely,” he said. “I think she’3 rather above the average In looks. Yes, and she’d make any .man a good wife.” That maddened Gloria. "How do you know she would?” she asked, crossly. “Just because she knows how to handle a typewriter doesn’t prove that she could run a house ....or a husband, either! I’ll bet she can’t make coffee like mine!” She looked at him, daring him to defend Susan Briggs. “I can make wonderful coffee. My mother’s giving me cooking lesions.” she added. “What’s the big Idea?..*. Are you getting readv for your second

EHB buyer’s fingers began to drum, warnlngly,. on the counter. A summons to the office brooked no delays. He didn't know what the summons was about, nor why, nor how the Old Man so much aa knew th 6 name of the unimportant Joanna who, despite that gold brown hair and the captivating poses, was, after all, only “No. 27 in the silks.” Graydon. owner of the city’s largest department store, was not the sort who knew certain ones of his hundreds of young women clerks by name. A few of the managers were that sort; not Graydon. ”1 believe I said ‘at once,’ Miss Twenty-Seven,” Mr. Harkness repeated, icily. “I should advise that you interpret that as meaning ‘now.’ ” And then he added the after sting that brought quiver to the grotesquely scarlet lips; the quiver that the girl bit at and repulsed viciously; “I fancy, Miss, that the other young ladles will conduct the counter satisfactorily until you return from your Interview!” Joanna could have choked him for that. Even In her trouble she remembered the different tone of him and the different light in the-eyes of him on the morning of the dax before when she flushed under his fawning. He knew, she reflected, that she was going up to the taunting dignity of being dismissed by the owner. His code demanded that he have no consideration for even such a one as she, if she were to go into the owner’s black book. But Joanna was Joanna. “So sweet of Mr. Graydon to send you along for me!” she murmured. “We were discussing you Just last evening, you know —Mr. Graydon and I. I was telling him what a nice little boy you are—and shall you run along now, or shall you show me the way?” If she was going to be discharged she’d leave behind her something to be remembered by! She’d wanted a long time to shoot something like that at the supercilious “Mr. Good Morning.” She gloried in the smothered gasp which choked in the throat of the girl standing next her. Harkness snorted, in tha way buyers have before the ridicule of their young ladies, and turned away. He would bandy no words; not with one about to achieve disgrace through the Old Man himself. * * * S TORRENT of condolence became immediately vocable. Joanna affected disdain, and failed in the pretense miserably. The flirt of her slender shoulders was

marriage?” Dick asked, sarcastically. • * * G” —| LOR IA slowly shook her head. “There won’t be any second mariage for me, Dick,” she said. “This Is my only venture. . . Do you know, It’s almost two weeks since we separated?” She saw hls brows draw down in a scowl. “It's longer than that,” he said. “It's almost two months since you ran away from home to follow Stanley Wayburn down to New York!” Gloria bit her lip. “Oh, won’t you ever forget that?” she asked impatiently. “That was just a kid trick. . . . I wasn’t half so wild about Stanley Wayburn as I was about New York. And I wanted to get even with you for going away on that trip and leaving me behind'” “If 1 could believe that . . Dick began. Gloria waited breathlessly, but he said nothing more. Presently he took a book from the pocket of his coat and opened it. He began to read. Gloria rose and held out her hand. “I must go,” she said. “It’s getting late. ...” Then she sat down again. “I really ought to go,” she murmured. But she knew that so long as Dick was there she <could not leave. Invisible chains held her to that bench. . . . It was good just to be near him again. ”1 showed a couple of people our house last week,” Dick remarked presently, without raising his eyes from his book. “I hope they’ll buy the furniture, too.” Gloria set her teeth. “It’s too bad you can’t get rid of the house aa

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pathetic as she made her way along the counter to the aisle exit. She felt but did not respond to the friendly touches of gentle fingers on her arms and wrists as she brushed by her silk counter companions. She nodded silently at a florid, but sincerely whispered: “Buck up, girlie. If there’s a row with the landlady before you land another job. I’ll share up!” And so she came at last, her brain battling with a frenzied parade of rapacious creditors, Cohen, who was threatening her now for the overdue installment on her last winter’s fur wrap; the perfectly adorable hat she’d bought yesterday and promised to pay for tomorrow; the women who ran the hosiery shop who had refused to give her another pair of silk stockings until she paid for the last four pairs—so she came at last to the outer door of the Old Man’s office, on the uppermost floor. Joanna had never seen Graydon, the owner. Few of the store employes below the rank of buyers had. He came and went through a private passage, reached by his own elevator and opening into th% street through an entrance reserved for him alone. The store tradition was that he was pompous, sourly grim and gray, eccentric and fearful. For such a tradition the meagerness of Tuesday’s pay envelopes—their utter incapacity to cover the requirements of fragile lingerie, silk hose, natty pumps, twice a week manicures and bi-weely supplies of beauty pots was an ample foundation. Harkness had austerely emphasized hls “At once!” but Mr. Graydon did not seem to he in a hurry. A soft voiced, efficient secretary, a girl, who seemed somehow to be from a different world than that of the garish shop, outside, srpiled warmly at the pitifully defiant shop girl, who stood haughtily at the office threshold and announced: “I’m 27. Did the old— Did Mr. Graydon want to ask my advice about the business today?” The secretary Ignored the affectation. “Oh, so you are Joanna!” she said, simply. “I sent Mr. Graydon's summons to your department chief. I don’t know what It Is, but I’m sure it's important. I’ll tell him you’re waiting.” Joanna, urged by the secretary, found a chair. Somehow the atmosphere of the old man's office worried her. It wasn’t what she’d expected. Not at all in keeping with the most approved disclosures of old men’s dens on the movie screens. It

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easily as you got rid of me, isn’t It?’’ she asked watching hls face. But It was as blank as that of a good poker player or a Hindu. ”1 hate the thought of other people living In our house with our things,” Gloria went on, after a few minutes. “I don’t want anybody to take naps on my chaise longue, or sit in your arm-chair. ... I don't want any man. but you to use that little red smoking stand of yours. . . Her voice broke. Sfie fought hard to keep back the tears that welled up into her eyes. “You broke Into the house the other day, didn’t you?” Dick asked, suddenly. Gloria nodded. “Why?” She shook her head. She knew that If she tried to talk, she would burst into tears. • • * mT was alamost sunset, and picnickers who had come to the park for supper, walked past them with baskets on their arms. Somehow or other the women were better looking than the men. Perhaps it was their ready-made smartness .... But anyway beside Dick, the men looked flabby and weedy to Gloria Or else too fat and solid. . . . Why, she wondered, had she never seen how much better he was to look at, than any other man alive? “Not that he’s so handsome," she remarked to herself, "but he's 50.... himself!” She loved him for the simple fact that he was Dick. For hls face, because it couldn't any possibility be anybody else's. . . . and for hls mind that was so utterly sound and decent. “It took me a long time to find It out,” Gloria went on thinking, “but I know it at last, now, when It would be better If I didn’t!” Wasn't that just like Life, though? It was full of such trlcka, .. .Giving you what you wanted Just a little too late? Like a Valentine coming the morning after Valentine day ....and in a plain envelope! Gloria rose. “Well, this time I’m really going.” she said, unsteadily. Dick rose with her. and they walked slowly out of the park together close together as lover's walk, and yet worlds apart! •• * • mHE following day, Gloria started out to go Job-hunting again. A slip of paper with two or three “want ads” on it, was folded away in her purse, along with three $lO bills her last week's salary. She walked along Thirtieth St. looking in the little shop windows. In the window of a store was a display of lustre bowls lovely orange and sea-blue ones. "The very thing for the mantel In the living room!” Gloria exclaimed, looking at one tuat glowed like the sunrise. Then, with a jerk, her brain told her that the living room no longer belonged to her. Dick was going to sell It . nd everything in it to the couple vho were looking at the house . . . that is, if he could. Gloria walked on, down the street. She die n’t feel at all like going up into one's the great office buildings to ask for a position. She felt like "Mrs. Rlc.iard Gregory” that morning . . . nd she couldn't step Into the role o: “Gloria Gordon," looking for a plac to work. She did ’t want to work in an office. Sb wanted to go hack to her own .hotel She told herself truthfully tlv he had felt “like a fish

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was startling bare, and solid, and sedate. And the secretary wasn’t as an owner’s office assistant should be. Not even pretty. That is, not pretty according to the silk counter standards. She was pale, and needed touching up at the cheek bones. Joanna could have shown her how to lay on one of the red, three of blue, rub it in, and whiten with Florette’s pink. And she wore no bracelets or bangles or, even, the dangling jet earrings which were the mode. Really, she must be stupid, that secretary of the old man’s, and wJJJi her opportunities! Still —something about her fascinated Joanna. Miss 27 caught herself rubbing at her lips and wondering if she’d marked them too red that morning. • • • N r—_ 'l EW doubts, new spectres, took their place in the parade i___J that marched heavily across the shop girl’s brain. The creditors, those inexpressibly Ifttle people who fatten on the meagerness of the shop girl's purse with exorbitant prices f<m flimsy things, dug in their prongs and faded away. They were now of the yesterday. For the first time —the first time that she could remember —Joanna, waiting to be dismissed for some unknown offense against some unknown customer, thought of tomorrow as it loomed within her own outlook. Dismissed from one store, the others would be, for a time, barred to her. And she had struggled long to attain the opulence of salesgirl of the higher grades. Had she been more accessible morally she would have been more prosperous. But Joanna stopped short of a

After Talking to Dick, Gloria Determines to Go Back to the House.

out of water” every minute since she had packed up her trunks and left Dick. At the corner she met little, blond Mrs. Wing. To Gloria’s amazement she came up to her and seized both hands. “Hello, Glory Gregory!” she cried. “It's so nice to see you again! . . . Wlfere have you been keeping yourself. for goodness sake? . . . Just the other day the girls were asking what had become of you?" Gloria stared at her in astonishment. She remembered perfectly the night When she had tried to speak to Mrs. Wing, and Mrs. Wing turned away her litle blond head. But why hold that against her? ... It was nice to have friends, and it warmed Gloria’s heart to have Mrs. Wing welcome her this way. People were queer, inexplicable things, but they were also necessary to each other. * • •• |O 1° Gloria smiled hack. "I've I D I heen down ,n New York the L- J last few weeks,” she said grandly. “Did you hear about May Seymour's husband?" Mrs. Wing asked. "Terrible thing, wasn’t it?” "Dreadful,” Gloria agreed. “And jioor May’s left town. Did you know that?" Mrs. Wing nodded. "The best thing she could do under the circumstances.” she said wisely. "I never could see what you saw In May Seymour. She was so rattlebrained and—wqjl, call it unconventional. That's the kindest word for her." She pressed Gloria’s hand when he left her. "Now. do come to see me,” she said warmly, “Won’t you?” “It’s a cinch she doesn’t know I’ve left Dick, or she wouldn't be so cordial.” Gloria told herself. "Littlee hypocrite!” she added to herself. She stood there In the sunshine, thinking. “What, a fool I am!" she said inwardly, after a minute or two. “Just because Dick doesn’t want to live with me is no reason why I should give up my home, and go back to a Job that I hate! I guess I'd rather he a housekeeping woman like Mrs. Wing or mother than the best stenographer on earth!” • • • EIVB minutes later she was in Dick’s office. _She knew that it was the time when he went out to lunch. Miss Briggs, very white in her dark blue dress, sat at her desk. “How do you do,” Gloria greeted her coldly. “I came up here to get the key of my house. I gave It to Mr. Gregory a few days ago. Do you know where he keeps it?” Without a word Susan Briggs got up and went intosDick’s office. Gloria could hear her opening and shutting drawers, and rustling papers as she searched through Dick’s desk. Presently she came out with a dozen keys In the palm of her outstretched hand. “Is any of these the key you want?” she aske| as she threw them on the table. Gloria picked them up. Her own key was among them. She put It Into her purse. "I don’t know whether I ought to give you that or not," Miss Briggs said. "Mr. Gregory didn’t say I could.” Gloria glared at her. “It’s none of Mr. Gregory’s affair, Miss Briggs:” she said. “The key belongs to me!” (To Be Continued)

great many things; a stopping short too many people, classing her as one of a genus—the ultra modern genus—would not have credited her with. She counted frantically and estimated for herself one week of Idleness without being too deep in trouble. Os course, If the worst came to the worst, she could pawn the fur wrap. Cohen wouldn’t know. But Joanna didn’t want to pawn that coat. At any of the dancing places to which the boys took her it would be missed immediately'. Other girls are observant of such things and. really, a fur wrap is a necessary mark of caste, nowadays. None of the boys would be coming around for her If she showed up any place with her old and unfurred coat. None, that is, except John. John! She’d quarreled with him only last night—again! She'd told him he was entirely too muggy to keep up the pace with her. Somehow, the thought of John, with whom a quarrel was never worth a . second thought since none lasted from one evening to the next, comforted her. She looked, suddenly, at the Old Man’s quiet, unimpressive secretary. She smiled a little. Inwardly, with the thought that she, the secretary, would be about the sort of a girl John pretended to want her to be! Fancy the glorious Joanna with the shimmering gold brown hair and the flash of scarlet across a field of velvet pinks, like that! She almost laughed when the other girl, in response to the purr of a buzzer, nodded at her and said. “That’s Mr. Graydon. He'll see you now. Won’t you go In?” The vision of John, and the silly spectacle of herself trying to be like the quiet, soft self-effacing secretary just to p(ease him, had cleared Joanna’s brain of the Imminence of tragedy. Her head was up and so was her heart when she went through the door and stood in "the presence.”

HE expected to face the living imago of sinister cari—J toons she’d seen. When she realized that the elderly, rather portly gray-haired man who stood behind a great mahogany table to receive her. was "The Old Man.” and that he was actually smiling across to her, she wrinkled her brow. Then a great light came Into her mind. So, THAT was It! She might have known! She was alert, shrewd, cunning, all at once. She braced herself for the fencing. The fur wrap could go hang. There’d be no difference between the owner, who could summon her and “Mr. Good Morning," who had to come to her counter with his fawning. “Did you send for me? I’m from the silks—No. 27!" Her very tone was a challenge. The old man pointed to achair. pleasantly. “Twenty-seven stands "Won’t you sit down?” hs asked, for Joanna, doesn't It?" She answered, shortly, “Joanna Skin Breaking Out? Purify Your Blood Blotches, eruptions, sores and sallow complexion are the usual signs of pool blood. Salrea lotions and cosmetics oar not give tea’ relief Get at the cause you can’t have clear, healthful skin 11 your liver la torpid, your kidneys weak, your bowels conatipated and your whole system poisoned and run-down. Negleci can bring on rheumatism and other serious troubles. Viuna has corrected this whole condition for thousands of people, tt can make you feel like anew person—vigorous, healthy, with a clear skin, a real appetite, and anew enjoyment ol living. Will you give It a chance? VIUNA The vegetable regulator 1

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Manners.” She wondered how long it would take him to show his hand. Her resentment grew more bitter each minute. More and more she was convinced that there was only one, and a commonplace motive, for the genial reception of a salesgirl, and a pretty one such as she knew she was, by the wealthy, powerful owner (tt the store. The man across the table settled himself In his chair and faced her. A curious expression played about hls gray eyes. “Ah, yes,” he murmured: "Joanna Manners—l understood that was the name. Would you mind, Joanna, telling me where—and how —you live?” Joanna narrowed her lids. "I live alone, and not in a palace, either. And the best of it is. I’m satisfied.” Her employer seemed not to notice the irritation. “Then you don’t live at home? Not with your family?” “I haven’t any family,” she answered him. still biting her words. As an afterthought she added: "But I can take care of myself as well as a family could, and I do.” The elderly man smiled at this. He began to recognize the symptoms. “I am sure of that, my dear,” he said, softly. “So let’s speak of your friends. What kind —I mean, have you many?” She had caught that “what kind.” She stiffened In her chair and looked him full In the face. She was embittered anew by that curious expression under his gray eyebrows: "I haven’t any friends, particularly. besides a bunch of boys who are as light In the head as they are on their feet, but if I want any more I’ll pick them out for myself.” * • • p ■ 1 RAYDON darted a quick look |f_ at her- He WAS Bllent for a I I minute, toying with a Jade paper weight. When he spoke he had resolved, evidently, to shorten his approach to whatever it was he had to say to the salesgirl from the silk counter, who was not disposed to be humble In hls presence. ”1 must say that you impress me.” he said, as if voicing a profound conclusion, “as one who would not hesitate to dismiss friends, if they were not invited.” Again he was silent. Joanna fancied that he was preparing anew method of attack. She built new fortifications around her scruples, and waited, craftily. Graydon was still patient. "You

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have read, I suppose," he said, quite slowly, as if he wanted her mind to follow him, “of Cinderella and the Prince, who put her foot into thed golden slipper?” ™ "Yes,” Joanna replied: ‘Tve read about it—lots. But I’m off the prince stuff, and I put on my own slippers, thank you!” Then the old man laughed. Laughed as some of hls executives didn’t know he could laugh. He dropped the Jade paper weight and rose. Joanna rose with him, but he turned to a window and looked out into the skyscraper maze that opened, here and there, to release a glimpse of an ocean liner ploughing its way down the sapphire river toward the Narrows and the sea. When he turned back into the room Joanna stood by her chair, watching him steadily. He went almost up to her, so close that he hod to look down at her, and she had to tilt her face to look up at him. When he spoke again there was anew note In his voice. "We mustn’t fence, Joanna,** he said. ”1 didn’t send for you with any Idle pretense. lam to have the pleasure of delivering to you a message—a rather Interesting message, I assure you. Something has happened to you—or for you, that, so far as I know, has never happened to any girl—at least so unexpectedly. First, I am to hand you this.’’ The sense of Impending climax suddenly numbed Joanna's brain. . The manner of Graydon had be-fl come portentlous. She stared, fascinated, while he turned to hls great desk. When he stood over her again she took into her hands, wor.deringly, a small, thin book which he silently held out to her. She looked up at him. He closed her fingers about the hook and then lifted Its cover for her. A folded letter dropped to the floor. Graydon recovered it and opening It gave it to her, motioning her to read It. She saw her name, with the store given as her address. When she had read the first typed paragraph, Joanna with the shimmering gold brown hair, clutched Vantically as if with her hands to catch her wandering wits. One hand fluttered then, to her throat She swayed. Graydon caught her b\ the shoulders and guided her ns she drooped into her chair. (To Be Continued)

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