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“The VANITY CASE” A Tale of Mystery and Love By CAROLYN WELLS (Continued From Page 1)

good view of the Heath home. Being on the north horn of the crescent shaped harbor, these houses faced south.’ "Toddy,” said Mrs. Prentiss, as she poured the coffee, "there* were queer doings at the Heath house last night.” "So?" said the youth, with a perfunctory showing of interest. "Jazz?” "No, they’re not that s6rt Oh, I forgot you don’t know them, of course, you having arrived only yesterday. But there's a girl over there that you’ll like.” "Pretty?” Toddy sat up. “More than pretty—a vision of angelic beauty!” “Gosh, Auntie, never heard you rave before!” “And she's a nice girl, too. Oh, flapper and all that, but with some sense In her silly head. But I.was telling you about last night.” "No, you weren’t, you hadn’t begun.” "Well, I will, if you’ll be still a minute. I couldn’t sleep ” "Poor old auntie, I know. It must be awful to be so wakeful.” "It’s terrible. Todhunter. You’ve no idea what It means to lie with wide open eyes and hear the clock strike the hours and half hours all through the night!” “No. Why have a striking clock?” "So I’ll know what time it is, stupid. Well, last night, I was prowling about my room—l do that when I just get worn out lying in bed awake ” "Yes, go on. When does the pretty girl come in?” "Not at all. Be quiet, will you? The people next door all went to bed some time before twelve o'clock.” "No!” f “Hush. Don’t be silly. And then, a little later, say, about midnight, there was a small light, a dim one, in the studio. That’s the room at this end of the house.” "H'm. I suppose the pretty girl came down to the library to get a book. They altvays do that.” , “Well, maybe. Then after a short time, there was a big light flashed on ” “Os course. The hero, of the story comes down and finds girl, in bewitching negligee, with her hair down ” “Will you be still! Well, then, about one o’clock the lights al.' went out except for two tiny sparks, that looked like two -candles.” "And Jlrobaby were. The two big sparks being the girl and the man.” "Hush. I'm serious, Tod. For after that, oh —half an hour after, the big light was flashed on again, stayed on for a short time, and then went off. leaving the two little dim lights again.” "Got you. Proceed.” "Then after another interval, comes the big light again, and then, later, that goes out and the two little lights stay there ail the rest of the night.” "Till what time?” "I don’t know. I stopped watching and went back to bed about three. The little lights were burning then, and when I awoke it was broad daylight.” "Well, Aunt Em, I don t think you’ve detailed such a very astounding sequence of events after all. Lights on and off in a house, are not of unprecedented occurrence.” "No. But what were the two little lights that stay’ed on through all the other-ups and downs of the big lights?” “Night lights, I suppose ” “Nonsense! I’ve lived next door to the Heaths since the first of May, and they never burnt night lights before.” "Always has to be a first time. But what do you want me to say? I'll agree it’s amazing, alarming, terrifying—anything you wish. But l don't get it.”

Just it, Tod. I don’t get' It either. I think something has happened over there.” "Do you separate the letters of your words when you write, Auntie?” "You ought to know. I often write to you. Why?” "Yes, I know you do. I remember now. You write half a word, and then take tip your pen and put it down a hit further on, to finish It.” "Well, what \of it?” "Only that It means that the writer has intuition to a marked degree. So my adored aunt, I believe your assumption is right, and something did happen next door, last night. Your intuition is doubtless correct. What do you suppose the happening was?” "Toddy, you ard a trial. I never know whether you're interested in what I’m saying, or Just poking fun at me.” "Both. dear. That Is, I’m interested in the pretty girl. Tell me more about her.” "Oh, she has yellow hair and blue eyes and a skin like peaches and cream. She’s a friend of Mrs. Heath’s, and I think she has bewitched Mr. Heath. She would bewitch any man not totally blind!” "Yet you like her, Aunt?” "Yes, she’s a dear girl. Sort of homelike and gentle-mannered with older persons, like me. Bift I expect she's a hoyden among her own crowd.” "She’s younger than the Heaths, then?" * "Yes; Bunny is 22. The Heaths are both over 3<Y’ "Me for the Bunny! Why the kittenish nt me?” "Her name is Berenice. But she’s always callled Bunny.” "Oh, well, I’d just as lief call her that as anything. When can T see her?” "Today, probably. They’ll all be at the Greshams’ this afternoon, and we’ll be there, too.” "All right, but I’ll hang about outside this morning, and hope to catch a preliminary glimpse of the universal charmer.” Toddy, having finished his breakfast. lighted a cigaret, as he glanced over toward the Heath house. But he saw no s\gn of the occupants nor even any servants about, opening doors or windows. And then, just as aunt and nephew Tose from the table, there came to their ears a loud scream from the house next door. * * • CHAPTER V “Let’s rush over!” Toddy cried, putting one leg over the porch railing. “No, no,” his aunt restrained him. "We can’t do that. Harbor Gardens people are conventional and reserved. Wait until we hear something more." The shriek had come from Katie, the Heath’s parlor maid. This capable and efficient young pvoman was in the habit of coming Kownstalrs at 8 o’clock every mornBig. B It was Katie’s duty to open win■pws and straighten things general- ■ in the rooms and on the porches. Hshe had overslept a trifle this Birning, for she had been out late she had come home from BVIART APPAREL tgm ~ On Easy Terms PURITAN L ° TH, NG STORES Vlffl 131 W - Wa * hln 9 to " Btl ||~WHITE Ilfifiitus'eCo. S Turn (Jillnn : i . rV' 3m, o"f _ Krill Furniture ’jyifwirS®* " " ‘-hlnc'on

her evening out far later than the prescribed hour. But she came downstairs, trim and neat in her gjnart morning uniform, and set diligently to work with her brush and duster. The lounge in order, she proceeded to the studio, and it was the sight that met her eyes there, that brought forth the wild scream of terror the neighbors heard. For there, in the middle of the tloor, lay Myra Heath with a candle burning at her head and another at her feet. Katie looked twice to be sure that it was her mistress, so strange and so changed was the face that she saw’. Then, her hands over her eyes, she stumbled her way back to the kitchen and fell into a chair there. “What's the matter, Katie?” Cook said, curiously, and the butler came from the dining room to listen. “Oh, Mrs. Pierce, oh, Herrick—it’s the Missis—she’s—oh, I do believe.she’s dead!” “Dead!” Watcha talkin’ about?” and Mrs. Pierce, cook stared- at the excited girl. "She is—she is! Just you go and look—in the studio—on the floor—” / But Mrs. Pierce and Herrick the butler had already rushed through to the studio. "Fer the love of the saints!” exclaimed Mrs. Pierce “and the oandies burnin’ and all!” "It ain’t Mrs. Heath—” Herrick said greatly puzzled. “Sure it’s Mrs. Heath! But Justa look at her! Whatever has she been a doin’ to herself?” For It was a strange Myra Heath they saw. Instead of her usually pale face and colorless lips they saw a scarlet mouth of exquisite 6hape; cheeks delicately rouged with beautiful effect; eyebrows finely pencilled and showing their true arch; and a hint of color at the roots of the long lashes that upturned showed wide open eyes fixed In the stare of deßh. “Don’t stand there like a ninny, Pierce!” the butler cried odt. “We must tell somebody—we must call Ms. Heath—” “Os course—of course.” responded the flustered woman “You go and tell him, Herrick. You’re the one to go.” So, slowly, Herrick turned away from the terrible yet fascinating sight, and slowly climbed the stairs. He knocked at Perry Heath’s door, but heard no response. Repeated knocks brought no word from within, and so Herrick gently pushed open the door. There was no one there, and the bed had obviously not been slept in. This W’as amazing, and Herrick’s leiEpb trembled under him. Nonplussed, and uncertain what to do next; the butler hesitated, ar.d' then went along the hall to Lawrence Inman's room, and knocked there. “Who is it? What’s the matter?” Inman called, and Herrick heard him jump out of bed and open the door. Inman faced the man with a look of surprise, for guests were not called of a morning in this house. “If you please, sir,” Herrick began, “there's—there's trouble below." "Trouble below?” Larry rubbed his' 1 eyes. “What do you mean? Speak out, man." • “Well, sir, Mr. Heath, sir, he ain’t in his room.” “Where is he?” “I don’t know, sir. And Mrs. Heath, she’s—she’s dead. I think.’ ’What! Herrick, what are you talking about? You been'drinking?” “No> sir. But I tell you there’s gfeat trouble on. Mrs. Heath, sir,— I tell you she’s sir ” (To Be Cotninuedl

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The names in this story are purely ferries to any particular person. p*aca o CHAPTER LXV The months of the summer went by. To Mary Rose they seemed to move as slowly and as drearily as a funeral procession. In August, Flossie’s baby was born In the little brown house where she insisted upon coming, instead of going to Mercy Hospital, where she belonged at such a time. It was a darling baby, a little girl with Flossie’s blue eyes end Flossie’s uncertain temper. At any rate it cried night and day. They named it Pola—after Flossie’s favorite screen star. At the end of two weeks when Flossie and Sam finally took it home, Mary Rose breathed a sigh of relief. “Having the baby was lovefy—even if it did squawl," she said to her mother. “But to have Flossie and Sam and the baby a trained nurse in the house alKat once wgs rather awful, wasn’t it? ” The house itself was a wreck. There was a clothesline stretched across the kitchen that had always been in apple-pie order. There was another clothesline stretched across the bathroom, and still another on the back porch. • The bowl in the bathroom was always full of little flannels that the nurse was alwaj’s “rinsing out,” and the kitchen sink was filled with kettles and more little flannels. Sam had slept on \the davenport in the hack parlor, and the whole room was covered with fine fluff from the blankets that he had used to make up his bed There were a cot, a crib ar.d a single bed in the room that Mary Rose had given over to Flossie, the baby and the nurse. “The whole place Is In an uproar, but let’s not touch it,” Mary Rose said to Mrs. Middleton the night after the Jessups had gone home. “We’re both dead tired atid Mr. Tuydeman says I may have my va cation these next two weeks. Let's be extravagant and go to the nountains for a rest." So they did. They went to a little inn that was built like a Swiss chalet, and overlooked the tiny town of Ohardon.

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fictitious and are not to be taken ae r> r firm. • And therfe for two blessed, heavenly weeks, Mary Roee did nothing but eat and sleep and read "mushy” love stories, as she lay In a hammock that no mosquitoes seemed to have found. On Labof Day they came back to town and on Tuesday morning Mary Rose went back to work. ”1 hate to lea*ve you to clear up this awful house,” she said regretfully to her mother, aa she stood in the front porch that morning. “I’ll tell you what—l’ll semi you a cleaning woman to help you." “Not me!" Mrs. Middleton raised her voice to protest loudly. “I won't have one in the house! I’ll send her away If she comes! They're more trouble than theyxe worth, with the food you 'get rqa.ly for ’em, and the way they leave'the soap to melt lit the pails! Don't you send me a clearing woman, Mary Rose Middleton!” But Mary Rose did, nevertheless. She telephoned the employment agency for one the moment she reached the office. As she hung up the receiver the door opened and Cornelius Tuydeman came in. His whole face lighted up with a smile when he saw her. He came toward her with his hand outstretched in greeting, but instead of shaking hers, he took her suddenly in his arms. For rqonths Mary Rose had known that he was going to try to do this very thing some day, but she had not expected it to happen quite'as soon. “Please don’t!” She struggled away from him. "Please don't, Mr. Tuydeman!” She heard him laugh, close to her ear. “Why not? Why not?” he isked “I’m going to marry you, .ittle Mary Rose! I mean this!” It came to 'her that he really did mean ,it —that he truly leved her and wanted to marry her. But that lid not make her want to be in his arms. She wanted nothing so much at that moment as not to be In Cor-

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nelius Tuydeman's arms—not in his office, even! "If you don’t let me go, I’m going to—hit you:” she told him between her clenched teeth, and suddenly he did let her go. He could tell that she, too. meant what she said! He sank into his swivel chair and began to mop his handsome brow with his handkerchief. He was panting a little. “You don’t like me?” he asked, loeklng up at her with his fiery dark eyes. “Not a little bit.” She shook her head. “Not at all,” she said quite coldly and clearly. "I might have—if you hadn't made love to me. You see. It's like this with a girl: if she loves a man and he holds her In his arms tt makes her love him all the more. But if she doesn't love him. It makes her hate him!” Her teeth came together with a smart little snap. Cornelius laughed. “I guess youTe an old-fashioned girl, aren't you?" he asked. ’The young kids nowadays seem to like any man to make love to 'em. They can have a necking party every night in the week with a different man—the Flappers can!” ‘Then,” said Mary Rose, “you had better stick to Flappers!” She reached for the desk telephone. “But I don’t want the Flappers. I want you.” Cornelius told her mournfully. He was like the pampered Arabian princeling, crying for the inoon. Mary Rose gave a numher. “Whom are you telephoning?" Cornelius wanted to know.

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“I am telephoning an employment ! agency, since It is none of your business!” Mary Rose answered, her eyes still luminous with excitement and her cheeks still scarlet. "I had ordered a cleaning woman to go out and help my mother straighten up our house—but she won’t need one now.” She stood up and began to put on her hat before the mirror that hung between the sunny windows of the office. ' “She won’t need one, because I am going home to help her!” she finished. “I won’t be back, Mr. Cornelius Tuydeman. Good-by.” Before he could answer she was gone. ”1 shouldn’t have been so snappy to him,” she confessed to herself on the way home. "But he sAculdn’t have tried to kiss mel” • • * "Why are you here?” her mother asked her a half-hour later, when she went to answer *the front and found her standing on the steps. / Mary Rose came into the hail and put her arms around her. "I’m here because of my fatal beauty that, makes men fall groveling at my feet, begging me to marry them!” she cried, extravagantly. “I am here because I have to flee from them —and their passion for me—” Mrs. Middleton looked at her In dismay and confusion. “Mary Rose Middleton, have you lost your senses? You talk like a crazy girl—” And then to her horror, Mary Rose

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began to cry and to laugh, at the same time. “Anything I don’t want I can have!” she sobbed wildly. the one thing in the world I do want, I’ll never have. Never, never—” and she ran upstairs and locked heir bedroom door behind her. Downstairs, as she went about the house with her broom and duster, Mrs. Middleton could only wonder what the one thing was that Mary Rose wanted and couldn’t have, Perhaps she guessed, being a woman and a mother. Mothers often have a kind of second sight. * • • The next morning, Mary Rose came down to breakfast, looking as calm and coot and composed as if she never had had hysterics in her life. She was in a house dress and from the pocket of it peeped a pair of rubber gloves. "We may as well do the regular fall house cleaning while we’re about It.” she said to her mother over the rim of her coffee cup. "I’ve left Morrell’s, and I won’t start looking for anew position until the end of the week, I guess.” Mrs. Middleton's faded blue eyes opened wide with surprise. “You’ve left Morrell’s?” she asked, and her disappointment was sharply written on her face. For months she had secretly hoped that Mary Rose would marry that nice Mr. Cornelius Tuydeman, who was so well-to-do, and as handsome as a Greek god! “I've left Morrell’s,” Mary Rose

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answered calmly, and went Into the living room to collect all the ornaments that needed washing. By Saturday afternoon the seven rooms of the little brown house was fairly fragrant with that deliciously clean smell that only thorough overhauling can give It. "It looks pretty slick, doesn’t It?** Mary Rose asked, as she and her mother sat In the living room, resting after their labors. "But just look at me. I'm a sight!” She was, too. Her hair was pulled straight back, so as not to get in her eyes as she worked, and she still wore the hideous red rubber gloves. Her dress was dirty and so was her lovely face. "I think I’ll light up the hot water tank and take a bath,” she decided, and as she got up to do It, the front door bell rang loudly through the tiny house. Mrs. Middleton threw up her hands. "I’ll bet you a dollar to a doughnut that that’s the minister!” “No, It's not the minister,” Mary Rose whispered back. “He drives a little Ford< doesn’t he? And this man’s on fobt. It’s probably Just an agent.” She went to the front door and opened it, and then she stepped back, almost sttmibiing. , “John Manners!” she faltered. "John Manners!” (To Be Continued') You will want to see how It ail comes out in tomorrow’s Installment. NEW YORK DENTISTS Now Located at 251/2 W. WASHINGTON 2 Doors East of 1 Chas. Mayer Cos. QUALITY TIRES CUT PRICES INDIANA TIRE SALES CO. tor I’apltol At*. RUp> 2391 At Point of Indiana and C*p. Ate*.