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SYNOPSIS JOYCE DARING flees from a home broken by the separation of her parents. Shortly after her mother, AGNES DARING, departs. She gets a job In a telephone exchange and enjoys her first day’s workout. Her parents, unable to win her back, see her through the eyes of two admirers, HENRY DEACON, her mother’s favorite, and DAVID TOMPKINS, her father’s preference. A third, “BUTCH” SELTZER, complicates things, and Joy's roommate, GLADYS WARNER, introduces a tragedy of her own. CHAPTER X Yearnings Gladys’ tensity frightened Joy. She granted in fear what she would gladly have given in friendship. “Os course,” she exclaimed, going over to the other girl. “Os course I’ll let you have it. “It s in the bank now. You remember you told me not to keep it with me, but we’ll get it for you the first thing in the morning." Gladys looked at Joy with dilated eyes. Then she began to cry softly. "I don’t know what makes me act this way,” she said. “It’s trouble about someone else that makes me have to have the money. I’m sorry I scared you, asking like that. But I’ll pay it back to you, beginning this Saturday, five dollars a week. That’ll take twenty weeks, won’t, it? Gee. it’s a good thing you moved in here and saved me that much on my room rent. Otherwise I'd have to trade in my good look3 for some ready cash.” Joyce looked shocked. “Never mind that.” said Gladys, good naturedly, “I’m not that kind —yet. Never have 4>een, but sometimes when I see all the easy livers getting along happy and snug and us straight ones taking the knocks I wonder if it is any use.” Tuesday was much like Monday in the telephone exchange. She idled up the avenue after work, half hoping in her loneliness that Butch would accost her as he had done the day before. There was no mail at the house for her.. She pushed the hundred dollars which she '"had drawn from the bank at lunch under the mattress of the bed to give them to Gladys that night before they slept. Then indifferently she took the car out to Seventy-Eighth St., where she was to meet Davey. The key to the apartment was under the doormat in the hall, as it had always .been. ! Her rubber apron hung behind the pantry door. She put it on and began peeling potatoes. While they were cooking she would run out for some pork chops. Davey and her father would both be home about 6 o'clock. v “Home,” 'Joyce found herself thinking how queer that this word which she had declared no longer -meant anything to her came back to her mihd again and again. A knock at the door aroused her. Opening it she found Butch standing outside with a big package in his hand. “Seen you come up,” he explained. “Thought I’d bring you this before the old man comes home.” He held out an enormous box of candy. Joyce took it, wondering at the same time what to do with it. Then she decided. She would take it and tell her father. She was her own mistress now, free to accept candy or anything else she wished from Butch. So she smiled and thanked him. “Is it all right about tomorrow night?” he asked.

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She idled up the avenue, half hop. ing that Butch would accost her. “Yes,” said Joyce. “Come for me about 8 o’clock.” “Want to go riding or to a show?” “To a show,” Joyce replied, making a mental reservation as to rides with Butch. “Deke!” said Butch. “Well, so long” and he turned and went down stairs.

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Joyce was back ftom the grocery, busy in the kitchen, when the opening of the door announced her father. She flew to the living room and into his arms. “Dads, Dads,” and she was kissing his rough cheek. He pressed her close to him, then i released her. “Got one for me?” teased Davey, catching her hands and holding her off to look at her. “If you'll love me like a father!” jJoyce countered, gaily. “Not much I will,” said Davey releasing her and watching her as she stepped lightly about the room taking her father’s coat to hang up, putting away his lunch bucket, patting his gnarled hand, bringing him the paper. "It’s like old thjies, Lass,” said John Daring, lowering himself Into his easy chair, with a sigh. “Supper in five minutes,” sang Joyce. It was a gay meal, Joyce chattering of her new experiences, Davey told about a grouchy customer he had had to pacify. John Daring listened, wbshing with all his heart that every evening might be filled with the talk and love of a son and a daughter like these two. There came a pause at the end of the meal. Have you seen your mother, Joy?” he asked. ‘Just the night Davey took me into the restaurant,” Joy answered. “Do you know where she’s living?” her father went on. “I’m won-

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dering if she might like some of the furniture from the flat here. It's all hers if she wishes to claim it." Joy’s heart skipped a beat, but her mother’s earnest warning curbed her tongue. “She’s rooming somewhere, I suppose,” she said steadily. John Daring nodded. “I’m not taking any steps,” he said. “Let her do as shot wishes. If she doesn't want to get a separation, the time may come when she will want to come back here. But If she does, I won’t stop her.” “If your mother doesn’t want to take the furniture, I’d like to have Davey here with me. It's pretty ldnely in the evenings. Then he’ll be seeing more of you than I will from now on in the evenings, and he can tell me about you.” “It’s all right with me," said Joyce, going for Butch’s box of candy. “How does this look for dessert?" Both men looked surprised at the elaborate offering. “Butch Seltzer

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brought itovp to me. He saw me come in and thought I’d like it,” she spoke bravely enough, but she felt the familiar pounding of her heart unSer exictement. “Butch Seltzer!" exclaimed John Daring, in a tone of distaste. Joy nodded. Davey looked thoughtful. He was seeing dimly the folly of opposition. “Oh, I guess there’s nothing much the matter with Butch, except that he’s a loafer,” he said. "He has a job in a garage now and is going to work regularly,” Joyce told them, still a faint note of defiance In her voice. “You know a lot about him, it seems to me,” said John Daring. “He’s got a bad reputation,” said Davey, speaking as though no interruption had occurred. ' “But I have never heard anything definitely shady about him. And, of course, he’s always been crazy about have that in common.” His last words won a grateful smile from Joyce. “He told me the other day—he met me coming home from the office that_ he wanted to go straight now,” she said. “Yes,” said her father, “and asked ye to help him keep his feet on the straight and narrow path. I tell ye lass, ye’re playing with fire ” He could not be persuaded to touch the candy, but Davey took some and even teased Joyce a little about her admirer’s knowledge of sweets. John Daring himself softened under their gayety and when 10 ’o’clock came and Joy declared she must be

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going, he put his hand on her head in quite the old manner. And when the door closed after the two Ager young things he dropped to his knees to pray in the good old Scotch fashion. “ to soften my stubborn pride. oh Lord. To show fls all the right paths—to watch over my treasure that she may be thy treasure, too. Amen." Joy let her rest In Davey’s on the trip home. She elected to walk and they talked of all their hopes and plans. Davey told her of a letter fro mills grandmother who had reared him and who now lived in Anderson, Ind., in an old ladies' home. The same car that had stopped before Joyce the last two weeks previously, when Deke had saved her from the ( gas hawks, stood acrosp the street. In it were a man and a woman. “You aren’t afraid of Davey Tom I* kins,” said the woman scornfully. The driver looked out to reassure himself. “No,” he said, “nor of that fancy feller either, unless you double cross me” And he shot an'ugly look at his faded pretty companion. “What do you suppose I’m out here in this place for?” asked the woman. "It might be because you want to see her marry that Deacon guy,” said the man. “Why should I?” asked the woman impatiently. “It’s real money for me if she fails for you.” Butch shrugged his shoulders. ‘‘There he goes,” he whispered, watching Davey stride down the

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street. “My turn tomorrow night.” "Taking the car?" asked Mrs. Daring, putting her hand to her throat to quiet a little pulse that would tcrob and trouble her with Its “bounding. “No, I’m not. This ain’t that kind of a game. Joy’s going to be my wife some day and I intend to keep my hands off the same as anybody else until we've got the knot tied good and tight.” Mrs. Daring sprang from the car. Joyce had gone in. The road was clear now. “Walt a minute,” called Butch cautiously, “here's your share of that last haul." He handed her a rol 1 of bills. "How much?" she Asked- “ Three hundred cold,” was the answer. “So long." Joyce found her evening with Butch surprisingly tame. Not once did he renew his offer of marriage. But if it was circumspect, it was also dull. But If the evening left Joyce feel-j ing bored, hev l-emote purity only 1 fanned Dutch’s fever to possess her. As they parted at the beginning of the Jenkins’ walk, he looked up | nervously at the porch. “Seems like I see somebody . there watchin' us,” he said. Joyce looked. There was a faint shadow by the pillar. Perhaps it was her mother waiting for her. She said good night hastily to | Butch and went up the walk. “Joy:” came her mother's whis- | per. “Mother, dear,” and Joyce was ! in Mrs. Daring's arms.

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“Who was that?" a <ked her mother. “Butch Seltzer," answered Joyce hesitantly. “Hut I'm not going out with him any more. He isn't a bit interesting. I bad an awful time talking to him. Mrs. Daring pressed the girl jAj vulslvely and then kissed her agMF “My little Joy,” she murmured. Then she released her and spoke slowly, “Joy, do you trust me?” "Why, of course, Mother dear. Os course I do. What a funny question!” . “Then for the next few weeks I want you to go with Butch whenever he asks you, to the show, to walk in the afternoon. But never ride with him. It is only for a few weeks. Nothing will hurt you. Then I can tell you all about It. Run In now. Wc mustn't bo seen together.’’ She gave the girl a gentle push. Joyce fairly stumbled up the stairs, too amazed to see a special delivery letter addressed to her, lying on the h. !1 table. Tomorrow: Is a mother who has failed to keep her own homo intact a good adviser to a daughter trying to choose between three suitors? Read tomorrow’s Installment of “Joy,” the love story of an American girl. (Copyright, IU2B, Famous Features Syndicate, Inc.) The shortest transcontinental distance in the United States Is Iwtween points near Charleston. S. C.. and San Diego, Cal., about 2,200 miles.

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