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Saint and Sinner By ANNE AUSTIN

WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The LANES are an average filmertcan family. There Is MRS. LANE, fat. middle-aged, sickly, MR. LANE, a carpenter trying to land a small contracting Job with a young business man. 808 HATHAWAY, who nag been invited to dinner, JUNIOR, 21. irresponsbile. wild. FAITH, 20. tlie stay-at-home drudge, tall, splendidly built, but not pretty. CHERRY, a stenographer. beautiful, with strange topaz eyes. . . . And JOY, U years old, impudent and Cherry and Junior—nicknamed Long Lane—ha've both lost their Jobs, and Cherry sets out to Jinda new one. driving downtown with CHESTER HART, FatUvs own '‘steady," whom Cherry has suoceeded in “vamping." While cleaning house and preparing for Bob Hathaway's visit for dinner. Faith finds ft letter under Cherry's pillow from ALBERT ETTLKSON, evidently a traveling man from Indianapolis, whom Cherry has picked up. although she has a swarm of homo-town suitors. , . Both Faith and Cherry are charmed with Bob Hathaway, but, Hathaway s eyes are riveted with admiration upon Cherry, who niaiiages to make It appear that she has prepared the delirious dinner herself. Faith, in an effort to a prevent Cherry's walking awuy with this man as she lias with all others, tries rt with Bob. but despises herself er cheap play for him. She is inby Hathaway to accompany him and Cherry to a movie, but realizes she i not really wanted. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER IV “Thanks very much,” Faith said evenly, her eyes looking steadily Into Bob Hathaway’s, “I’d love to go, but I really have to go over the household accounts tonight. I’m sure you and Cherry <(rill have a good time — #!tKout me,” she added, with the barest trace of emphasis. But the eager relief with which Hathaway turned to Cherry made her feel faint with anger and humiliation. When the two had gone, Cherry’s light, musical laugh blending with the rich basso of his own delight. Faith stood In the hot living room for a long moment, with her hands clenched so tightly that her nails bruised her palms. From the front porch, where her mother and father were abandoned to their ease, came Mrs. Lane’s satisfied comment: “Cherry sure made a hit with that nice Mr. Hathaway.” Faith could hear her father's grunt of relief as he drew his shoes from his swollen, hot feet and dropped them heavily to the flow. “It was Faith that oughta made the hit,” he told his wife, in his tired, slow voice. “Cookin' up that grand sup-, per for him, and all. I’d like to see Cherry settled down, though. And Hathaway’s a fine fellow. Got a head on him, he has. And money in the tank.” “Now, Jim Lane, don’t you go throwin’ Cherry into matrimony,” Mrs. Lane 1 said sharply. “I Agger on keepin’ her at home for two-three years yet. A girl like her don’t have to worry. She can have her pick of the big bugs of this town—pretty and cute as she is.’* Faith, with an almost passionate gesture of rebellion, flung her arms above her head, then as suddenly slumped into a chair at the library table anq _buried her face in her hands. “How much did the bills come to last wSek, Faith?” her father called from the porch. “I was just going to check the charge slips,” Faith answered. From a drawer of the library table she took out the clipped sheafs of bills, and began to check them with frowning intentness. Eighteen dollars and sixty cents for groceries for one week! And that didn’t include the butcher’s bill and the dairy bill. “Mother, here’s a charge of 20 cents for cookies on the tenth. Let’s see, that was Saturday, wasn’t it? I didn’t buy any cakes —’ “Maybe Schultz made a mistake," her mother’s voice carne back complainingly. “I wish you’d trade at that cash-and-carry store, Faith, Schultz is always overcharging us—” “We can’t,” Faith interrupted grimly. “You know we’re always behind with the grocery bill anyway, and Schultz is the only grocer who will wait for his money. Did you buy any cakes on Saturday, or marshmallows on Friday? I’m sure I didn’t." “Oh. yes. I remember now. I sent Joy for them. That little Stegar girl was here Saturday and the children wanted to have a tea party. The Btegars are awful high-toned folks, Faith. I didn’t want Cora Stegar tollin' her Ma that Joy didn’t have a bite in the house for a tea party.” “I wish you wouldn’t let Joy charge things without telling me. Mother. I suppose she charged the marshmallows, too.” “I et them myself—me and Joy,” Mrs. Lane assented defiantly. "It’s a pretty come-off If I can’t have a bite of candy when I’m cravin’ it, without askin’ my daughter's permission—*l “All right, Mother. Os course you can. I just wanted to know." Faith tried to make her voice sound cheery, but she was tired, so tired. “Butcher, $6.17. Goodness knows that’s as little as any one could expect for six hungry people,” she muttered to herself. “Round steak s gone up again. We’ll have to have •tew oftener —only 18 cents a pound. And that chuck roast wasn’t bad, but It took twice as much gas to cook it —” Her frowning worry over the bills was broken into by the shrill clamor of the telephone bell. “Who was that?” her mother called out impatiently, when Faith had seated herself again at the table, to go on with her work. “He didn’t give his name,” Faith replied guardedly. “He wanted to speak to Cherry.” “My land, I never saw a girl as popular as she is,” Mrs. Lane chuckled. Faith took the pin out of the dairy’s charge slips and scanned them quickly. “My Lord! Sixty cents for whipping cream!” she said to herself. “We’ll be in the poor house if Cherry doesn’t quit bringing so many men home to dinner. Five pounds of butter at 60 cents a pound, seven quarts of milk at 16 cents, five dozen eggs—total, $7.12. We'll have to cut that down. But if I don’t have bacon and eggs every morning for breakfast, they all howl rs if I were starving them—l wonder If Chris Wiley thinks I’m such a fool I wouldn’t know his voice? If Dad knew—” “What’s the total damages, Faith?” her father’s voice was anxious under its attempt at jocularity. "Grocer, butcher and dairy, $31.89,” Faith told him apologetically. “T'll try to keep It down to twenty-five this week, tyit we'll have to skimp all week to make up for tonight's orenpany dinner.”

/“I can give you only twenty dollars of It, honey.” He came padding In on his stockinged feet, and laid four flve-dollar bills on the table. “You know I only worked four days this week, but I’ve got a little over a hundred coming to me on that Front Street job. Pay ’em all something on account, and tell ’em I’ll settle up in a few days. Come along to bed, Martha. Gettln’ late.” When Mrs. Lane came waddling Into the living room, waving her palm leaf fan, Faith rose and kissed her on the cheek. "Good night, Mqther. You’d better take a dose of om!du, so you'll sleep better. I’ll bring you in a pitcher e£ nice cold lemonade In just a minute.” “You’re a good girl. Faith.” Mrs. Lane patted the girl's shoulder. “It was real sweet of jrou to let Cherry have her chance at Bob Hathaway, him being so smitten with her and all. But I wish you’d find a nice young man to take you out more. You’re lookin’ real peaked.” “Oh, I’m all right, Mother." Faith’s voice choked with sudden tears. Her mother’s rare demonstrations of tenderness always completely unnerved her. After her mother and father were asleep, Faith stretched her tired body in a long, canvas deck chair In a vine-darkened corner of the porch. A slight breeze sprang up, and gradually she drifted into a light sleep. She was awakened by the tinkle of Cherry’s subdued laughter. The girl stood with one hand on the screen door of the living room, her lovely face, ethereal in the moonlight, upturned to Bob ■ Hathaway’s adoring gaze. “Thank you for the loveliest drive. Bob,” she whispered. “I’m so glad we didn’t go to a silly old movie. I feel as if I had known you for ages. Isn’t that strange?” With an appearance of shy impetuosity, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, and ran her fingers through the crisp waves of his chestnut hair. “I’Ve been wanting to do that all evening. Bob! Oh, dear, you'll think I’m terrible!” she laughed softly. The man’s arms went out, were about to grasp her, but Cherry swung open the screen door and darted into the living room, closing the door after her. Through the wire meshes net* musical voice came tea singly: “No, you don’t, Mister Hathaway! See you Thursday— Bob.” “You’re the most adorable little witch I ever saw,” he said huskily. Faith watched him stride swiftly down the graveled path to his car, swing his long legs into the driver’s seat without opening the door, then start the car with expert ease. When he was safely away. Faith followed Cherry into the living room, her eyes stern and accusing. “Don’t you think, Cherry,” she began, before the startled girl had a chance to speak, “that you're going pretty far with a man you have just met? Haven’t you any sense of decency at all?” “So you, were listening, were you?” little pointed nails dug Into the smooth whiteness of Faith’s bare arm. “If that isn’t just like you! Jealous, that’s all! Do you think I’m blind? It was as plain as the nose on your face that you had fallen for liob Hathaway, grid because he couldn't see you at all, you spied on me!” The topaz eyes were blazing like an angry cat’s. "I wSited up to tell you that Chris Wiley had called you.” Faith filing CJherry’s hand from her arm. “And I suppose you tattled to Mother about that!” Cherry cried. “I’d like to know what business it Is of yours if I-—” “He said you were to call him as soon as you came in,” Faith went on evenly. “He didn’t give his name, but he said you’d know who. Os course I recognized his voice. He was sore as a boiled owl—” Before Faith could finish her .sentence, Cherry had darted out of the room. Faith knew 6he had gone to telephone. If Dad woke up, there’d be the devil to pay, but It would serve her right, she thought, as she went to her own bedroom, where Joy was soundly sleeping, her thin little arfhs and legs flung over twothirds of the double bed.

“The VANITY CASE” A Tale of Mystery and Love By CAROLYN WELLS

„ BEGIN HEBE TODAY Mysterious lights flash one night from the Heath household and the next day Harbor Gardens. Long Island, is agog over the murder of MYRA HEATH and the disappearance of her husband. PERRY. House guests of the Heaths are LAWRENCE INMAN, heir to Myra’s fortune, and beautiful BUNNY MOORE, to whom suspicion points because of her queer actions. Myra Heath never used cosmetics, yet when her body was found she was heavily rouged. A rare old bottle from her collection of glass has been used by the murderer to kill her. Candles were burning at her head and feet At the Country Club the murder is discussed by SAM ANDERSON. Heath's rival for the club presidency: AL CUNNINGHAM. who is trying to solve the crime, and others. m Bunny is amazed to get a phone call 'from Heath, saying Inman is the murderer. Inman confides to TODHUNTER BUCK, who is in love with Bunny, that he saw her ascending the stairs after the murder. One of the Heath servants, says the same thing. Cunningham goes to Anderson's house, and there, while waiting for his host. Is suddenly confronted by Perry Heath, who then vanishes In the darkness. Anderson arrives soon after and upbraids Cunningham for letting Heath get away. Todhunter Buck, puzzling as to the way to clear Bunny, is sitting in the dark when Bunny slips out of the house of his aunt, where she is now a guest, and joints a man at the edge of wood. When Bunny leaves. Buck trails the man and recognizes Perry Heath. Heath gets away and the next day Buck pleads with Bunuy to tell him all she knows. \ NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XL “Such considerations, dear, must be set aside in the cause of law and order.” “H’m. I don’t think a lawyer could talk any more prigglshly than that. But, you know, Tod, you’d be suspected of anything, rather than tell something that might Involve a friend, and—might after all Involve him falsely.” The girl looked so earnest, so worried, and so sincere In her argu-

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Cherry did not come In for her usual, good night confidences, and Faith went to bed, but she could not sleep. Half an hour after Cherry’ had made the telephone call, Faith heard her sister's door open softly, heard the light, tiptoe steps of the girl as she crept through the hall toward the living room. Faintly there came the cfeaklng of the screen door hinges, and Faith knew that Cherry had slipped out to keep a rendezvous with the man to whom Jim Lane had forbitten the house. (To Be Continued)

’ments, that Buck, though his heart gave a bound of delight at this tacit proof of her own innocence, realized it would be a hard job to persuade her to bear witness, which, as she said, might lead to incrimination of the wrong person. “Well,” he asked, a little hopelessly, “if you keep mum, you'll make more trouble all around.” “I don’t care. I mean, I can’t help it. I didn’t kill Myra,—” . . "But you made up her face ” “Oh, you horrible, dreadful thing! I’ll never speak to you again! Go away. How can you say such an awful thing to me!” Her eyes grew big with horror and she looked at Tod as if at some noisome reptile, and indeed, he felt as if he were one. “I’m no good as a detective,” he thought to himself, “I’m no good as an adviser or assistant to the girl I love; —in fact, I'm no gtfod as a lover, —she doesn’t seem to see me in that light. But’ I must get one more thing off my chest. I must And out whethor she really said ‘putty’ last night, or some other word of similar sound.)’ So *he rose to go away, then paused, and in a tone he tried to make casual, he said: "What about the putty?” He was both amazed and alarmed at the effect of this speech. Bunny turned white, and her hands gripped the chair arms. "How did you know?" she whispered, staring at him as one might at a suddenly materialized ogre. Now, Tod had a strong Inclination to say, “Oh, I know all about It,”

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and thus probably find out a lot. But the girl looked so helpless and pathetic, so shorn of all her bravado and jaunty Independence, that It seemed to him unfair to deceive her. Moreover, whatever the putty was or meant, it was quite evidently an Important factor in the case, and he had no right to wrest the secret from her. If she chose to tell him, well and good. If not, he felt unwilling to force her hand. “Do you know what I’m going to do, Bunny? I’m going to get a friend of mine, who’s a first-rate detective, to come here and look into things." “All right,” she responded, but she spoke listlessly, as if she had all at once lost Interest in the whole matter. “You’re willing?" “Os course. Why not?” “And, Bunny,—darling, won’t you §mile at me—just once? At me, I mean, me, Tod Buck?” Bunny smiled involuntarily, more at his whimsical pleading ythan in response to his plea. ♦“That's better,” he said. “I suppose you wouldn’t —wouldn’t—er, let me kiss you?” “Leave the room,” said Bunny with the dignity of an imperial kitten, and grinning. Tod left. The day wore on, and at luncheon time, Bunny came downstairs, fresh and sweet in her white sports gown with Its narrow string belt of black. Though not in gay spirits, she was calm and kindly, and In response to ,Mrs. Prentiss' solicitous urging, she ate a goodly amount of the dishes that had been prepared with special reference to her tastes. “No,” she said In answer to a question, “no, I just can’t go over to the funeral this afternoon. I don't like funerals anyway, and it would Will me to see poor Myra lying there In —In —and anyway, people go to funerals more out of re spect for the family or the ones left living, don’t they? Well, Perry Heath isn’t there, and I don’t see any reason I should go for Larry Inman's sake. Do you, Mrs. Prentiss?” “No,” said the lady, decidedly. “I see no call for you to go, Bunny, since you don’t want to. It would be a harrowing experience, and it could do no good to anyone.” “And Mr. Mott would glare at me, and everybody would glare,—oh, I simply couldn’t stand It!” “Then you shan’t go,” said Toddy Buck, helping himself a second time to the souffle desert. “You.won’t mind being left alone? For I think I ought to go, don’t you, Aunt Em?” “Yes, of course, Tod. As neighbors, ItTls our duty. But It won’t be

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for long. You can look out the side windows, Bunny. Keep behind the net curtains and you can't be seen.” “You’ve got the technique down fine, Aunt Em," observed her nephew, “what you don’t know about neighbor-watching Isn’t” worth worrying over.” # His aunt ignored his impertinence, and the subject was dropped. "Old Steve Truitt is coming tonight,” Buch informed them. “I telephoned him and he's all for it. Now, Bunny, while you’re left alone this afternoon, you think things over, like a good girl, and when Truitt comes, you be prepared to tell him everything. You needn’t tell, us, if you don’t want to, but Steve is a nice, comfy sort, and you Just babble your heart out on his breast. Will you?” “Maybe,” said Bunny, disinterestedly, it would seem. “What’s he like. Tod?’’ “Pygmy as to size, but a big brain. Good looking, in a way, but no Adonis. Also, he’s engaged, so don’t expeht to flirt with him.” “&o,” said Bunny, so docilely that it was evident her thoughts were elsewhere. That afternoon, later, she sat at the side window, behind the net curtains, as per Mrs. Prentiss’ advice, and watched the people arriving at the house next door to pay their last respects to the memory of Myra Heath. Bunny felt as one in a dream. Her thoughts were chaotic, and in vain she endeavored to range them in orderly array. The excitement of the last few days left her mind and brain in a state of ferment, and she gave herself up now to watching the people, without trying to unravel and disentangle her own conclusions or intentions. But after a time the people had all arrived; nothing could be seen through the curtained windctws next dooro, and Bunny knew that the services had begun. Then the tears came. Emotion at the thought of beautiful Myra, dead, —murdered, —caused a rush of sobbing grief, that while it racked poor Bunny’s body, seamed to clear her mind. As she grew quieter, she found she saw things more clearly. She realized that of all the people in the Heath home, it was only Myra whom she loved, and whose terrible death she must help to avenge if by any possibility she could help. She forced herself to go over the events of that terrible night ’She made herself remember everything that had happened, or that she had reason to think happened. She

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he seen her? Vanity case and all! Perhaps after all the very best thing to do would be to tell the whole absolute and utter truth. Keep nothing back, —nothing. She opened her eyes, and at once she rubbed them hard, sitting up straight In her chair. v She blinked and winked a moment, and then decided her eyes were not playing a trick on her, but there really was a man sitting In

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a chair across the room, looking 'at her. (To Be Continued) CHALLENGES MAYOR EDMONTON, Alta, Sept. 1A— Charles Monkman la 97 years old, but he recently challenged Mayor Blatchford to a 100-yard dash, marathon dance, rough-riding contest, long-distance swimming or walking race, or Just anything else the mayor might think of. Mayor Blatchford Is considering.