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THI' HAS HAPPFVfn Af*r ‘.orltinY thre<> -nr< at pri- a’ •*'r''r to JOHN CURTIS MORGAN ntvirr,*' . NAN CARROII, discover* h = n iov ?i?h him and de’ermlnev to r*t.*n. fih posiponpf her resignation thari sha lanrr.a Morgan ft s’alcing hit rrofa-Monal Integritv oi. th* innocence of hi* friend. RFRT CRAWFORD, indm’ad lor mt>arzlament. Nan distrusts Cranford and IRIS MORGAN, b'au’ifol nil* of tha ian -.er. Or; tha iast dav of the trial, little CCRTIB. B-vaar-oid son of the Morsa: . innocently places in Nan's hands r. Cta i hich he apparent!'.- took from i'-l* mothers har.dba* The note )s torn Cranford and reveals his gulit ar.d his plan to e,ope nith Iris then Morgan has non lor Cranford his freedom. Nan is relieved hen sh reaches tha courtroom and find.-, a not guilt-.-" • rdic* is returned ar.d she doe: have to *hon Morgan the proof of his ft -and hi friend c faithlessness. Cran ford immadiatalv :aa a ior A fan da-s later Iris departs for a supposed pleasure trip to Nets' York. Later * letter come* from Jr.- taxing the does ot love Morgan and that she *!ll not return. She makes no mention of Cranford and bags Morgan not .to ’"arch for hr. '.'organ :• crushed t*tar n hep Moritn in desperation is about to place s rhild In a boarding school Nan drsuadaj him. She promises to sta -with ■ e cp.iid thile Morgan goe- to the rani'al on business. NOW GO ON Mint THf STORY CHAPTER XIX <Continued• ' Would I think it cheeky?” Morgan interrupted. ‘‘Good Lord. Nan. I'd think if angelic of you. and you know? it! Curtis will be tickled to death, foo. You're the only human nelng that can do anything with fcIUL" ,J tp- next day the Lois Downs case wept to the jury just before noon, and within five minutes a verdict of Not guilty” was returned. .John C'ur'i Morgan, with another sensational court victory to his credit, boarded a train at two o'clock to the visit, the governor of the state and at half-past five Nan Carroll walked up the steps of the home which Iris Morgan had abandoned. A small figure hurtlc-d out of the door and into her arms. Hdlo. Nana! I wanted to see you. Nana. Estelle'? an awful liar. She •at my mother ain't coming hack. If .he ain't, are you gonna stay, Nana?” CHAPTER XX F' STELLF, the maid, opened the door before Nan could reply to , Curtis's embarrassing question. The tight-lipped maid, who obviously re-j rented Nan's intrusion, led the way •ilrntly. after a curt greeting, up the; broad staircase to the second floor, biit the child’s voluble chatter more tils’" made up tor any conversational shortage on Estelles part. ' Nana's my own special comp'ny. Estelle—ain't you. Nana? Nana vork for my father in his office, and she's going to be a lawyer, too. when she’s grown up—just like me, a t i you. Nana?” ' I'm already grown up. Curtis," Na 1 laughed. "Rut m going to be a lawyer. Maybe you and your father and T will all be partners together some day.” "Uh huh,” Curtis agreed, charging on ahead to open the door of the guest, room that had been assigned *o Nan "Listen. Nana. I got a police puppy, and guess what 1 I named him? Cop! He digs tunnels in the snow and he can pretty . nearly jump through a hoop. I'm i teaching him tricks. Here's your room. Nana. It's got twin beds in ease you're man and wife. r you. Np.na? Does man mean husband. Nana?” "Yes. and T haven't a. husband. Curtis, .so T it need only one of those pretty beds." Nan assured him. as be looked about the larpe. beautiful guest chamber with dazzled eyes. You're not listening. Nana!" Curtis stormed with sudden petulance. "I said —if you ain't man-and-wife. ronld I sleep in ijerc with •ou in the other twin bed? Clara's rone." he explained proudly. "I

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Hr'lo Crystal! Have a seat.” . Harrv 31airi<' geeted htr with curt cordiality. "Sorry if you’ve be>u waiting long. This dump's a nuthouse till the leer men get their asliiixnu :its. . . . Well, how are you? Vou're looking swell!” But he harah looked ar her as he said it. Hi restless hands were pawing through clippings and typed halfsheots tt palter with which his desk was covered. The rapidity with which he went through the nu&s. making notations with a thick-leaded pencil, jamming some of the copy down upon an already burdened spindle, amazed the girl. Hpr diffidence became painful. She had never felt so in the way . . . “I’m eager to go to work. Harry.” she answered him timidly. “But if you're too busy to bother with me now—" “Oh. I'm not rushed now." he assured her. still working at what looked to the girl like white heat. Half a minute, and I'll take you in to see the boss. Managing editor. Names Horton. Good guy. but he tes girl reporters. " The half a minute stretched to five, which seemed like an hour to Crystal, but at last Harry Blaine shoved back his chair, one hand full of copy ready for the composing room. •'Wait till I give thus first-edition stuff to Bill, then I'll take you in to Horton." he told her, and strode down the long room toward a ma-chine-clamorous place of mystery in the rear. Crystal looked about her. fascinated but a little disappointed. In the big room were only three men. One. old and grouchy-looking, sat at a typewriter beside a steadilyclicking telegraph instrument. His fingers tapped lazily, steadily, transcribing the leased wire report. Another sat with his legs straddling his machine, a pipe in his mouth, his eyes frowning upon a spindle full of newspaper clippings. At a table a middle-aged, unhappy looking man was writing with r thick pencil, occasionally pausing to count letters. Crystal guessed that he was “heading up" the stories that came in over the wire. “Ready. Crys? Don't let him get your go*'." Harry Blaine said, as he tame back to her. He led her forward, across the citr room and into a narrow corridor, from which thrillingly-named

threw a fork at her and it stuck it, her cheek. I ain’t got a nurse any more, and I'm not, gonna have one either. All the other kids make fun of me because I have a nurse. But ran I sleep with you. Nana? I—l don't exactly like to sleep by myselt.” Nan knew that now was the time to bargain with the spoiled little boy for his good behavior, but there was something so mournful and wistful in the liquid black eyes which were pleading with her that she capitulated without a single If you'll do so-and-so.” Too many people had bargained with Curtis already; he needed a new method of discipline, but Nan still had not the faintest idea what that method should be. "I ll be glad to have you, Curtis. And now, suppose you play outside with Cop until dinner-time. You might even have time to teach him anew trick. I'm going to be busy unpacking and dressing for dinner, you know." a b b C WETTING rid of the child was J not quite so easy as that, but at last he was gone, and not in tears, and Nan was able to speak plainly w Estelle, who was sullenly unpacking her suitcase. "Did Mr. Morgan tell you why he wanted me to be here in his home while he's in the capital. Estelle?” Tlie maid raised her head and Nan saw that she was flushing painfully. "Yes. Miss Carroll. He said you was to have a free hand here, to hire and fire as you see fit,. But—'' and the words tumbled out with a rush then—"that ain't what I'm bothered about. The cook and me both don't mind you coming to get, things in shape for the poor man. But I heard what Curtis said to you—about me being a liar, because i said his mother wasn't coming back, and I just been waiting for you to jump on me about that.” Nan went. to the closet to hang up her hat and coat. "I'm glad you mentioned it, Estelle, though I hadn't intended to ‘jump on’ you.” she said evenly. "Don't you think, however, that any news of Curtis’ mother should have come to him from his father? Has. Air. Morgan told you his—wife's plans?” “T ciidn't tell Curtis his mother wasn't coming bark.” the maid protested. her voice threatening to break with tears. "I was talking to Maude—that's Mrs. O'Brien, the cook and T didn't know Curtis was listening. Tt was after breakfast this morning. Mr. Morgan had told me you was coming today to take temporary charge of the house and T says to Maude. I says: ‘What did T tell you. ATaude? Airs. Morgan ain't coming hack.' “Curtis came busting into the kitchen then and flew into one ot his tantrums, and lie's hern like the devil's own imp all day. till you come. Miss Carroll. Tt.'s funny how you can manage him—better'n his own mother. He's usually pretty j good with me. because I'm not his 1 nurse and I don't treat him like a '■ baby.” Nan considered for a long minute.; frowning at her reflection in the , full length mirror of the rloset , door. How much did Estelle know about, Iris ATorgan and Bert Crawford? Had Iris been so indiscreet as to furnish her servants with the makings of backstairs scandal? “Estelle.” she said at last, turning to the girl who was regarding her nervously and a little defiantly. T should like to see you stay on here. T can see that you do your work well. This room is immaculate.” She was flattering the girl deliberately, but justly, too. and Estelle's brightening face told her

doors opened: "Dramatic Editor": "Sports Editor": “Sunday Editor"; "Society Editor”; "Woman's Page Editor.” A ! nd. finally, at the end of the corridor. "Managing Editor." Crystal found Horten to be a thin, short man with a big head sparsely covered with wiry gray hair. Gray eyes enormously magnified by thick-lensed glasses; a thinlipped. tight mouth which looked as if it had never smiled. Which was the more incongruous, since he was reading a colored comic paper. "Morning Blaine. What do you think of Olsen's new strip? Think it's worth a play on the market page?” "It's pulling pretty good, chief.” Hariy answered. "This is Miss Hathaway. Mr. Horton—to take on the Christinas feature, you know ” The magnified gray eyes studied her coldly, critically. Then. "You understand the job's 1 only temporary. Miss Hathaway? . . . And a bi“ of advice: Fo*set you're good looking, and that you're a helpless female. This is a newspaper office, not a matrimonial agency." iTn Be Continued)

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tht she was on the right track. "But if you decide to stay. I should like it to be very plainly’ understood between us that there is to be no more gossip about Mrs. Morgan. Mrs. Morgan is abroad. She will be gone for—some time. That is absolutely all that you know. Is j that clear. Estelle?” ( "Yes. Miss Carroll.” the maid ' answered in a low voice. "And—please. I’d like to stay. I didn't j say anything to anybody but Maude. I and I didn't say I knew’ anything i for sure—l was just guessing,” she floundered. "That's all now. Estelle.” Nan dismissed her briskly. "And please don't discuss anything I have said with Maude.- I want to talk with i her myself after dinner. tt B B AS soon as Estelle was gone. Nan - stripped off the clothes she had worn to the office and. having wrapped her small body in a dark blue silk kimono, stepped into the connecting bathroom. She caught her breath with pleasure. The plaster walls above the tiles were tinted the same delicate applegreen as was used in the bedroom: the tiles themselves were a rich, deep yellow ; the floor a mosaic of green "and yellow. A door at the opposite end of the room suggested that this bath lay between two guest, chambers, and she opened it, curious to see how Iris had decorated it. It was a smaller room than the one which had been assigned to her and for a moment she was .puzzled as to why she had been given a room with twin beds when this other guest chamber was obviously intended for single visitors. Her second and more comprehensive glance told her. however, that this room had been designed for male guests, a concession on Iris’ part to the fact that her husband’s fame and power in the state and even in Washington attracted to his home many an important personage. The room was done in warm tans, browns and rich elaret. the latter color appearing in the thick, sheenless silk curtains. The furniture. masculine and substantial, was of dark walnut. Nan realized suddenly that, it was no longer a guest room, but John Curtis Morgan's bedroom. A law book on the bedside table, a pipe, which she hay seen many times, lying beside it: an array of masculine toilet, accessories on the dresser top—there were clews so obvious that her first, glance should have takpn them in. “That means.' she reflected, "that he can't bear to sleep in the room that is haunted by Jris.' She bathed more hurriedly than she had intended, for she was acutely conscious now that this was his bathroom, and that she was, in a sense, an intruder. But being feminine and therefore illogical, she wished that the man she loved could see her when she was dressed for dinner in one of the two pretty dresses she had brought for her three or four evenings in her employers home. The amber chiffon brought out high lights of bronze in her short brown hair, deepened the warm cream of her skin, made her wide, childishly round brown eyes more velvety than ever. n b tt SHE found Curtis and a floppy big-pawed brindle police puppy tumbling over each other on the living room rug. “Look. Nana!” Curtis shouted. •This is Cop! He's going to be sniarter'n Rin-Tin-Tin when T get through training him. . . . Oh, I didn't know you were so pretty!” He rase to his knees and stared at her. his big black eyes ridiculously mature and calculating. "I 'speet it's that, dress. Ladies look awful different in different kinds of clothes. Dinner's ready. Do I have to wash my hands? . . . We-ell—” It was John Curtis Morgan’s temporary housekeeper, rather than his guest, who critically observed each dish that was set, before her that night. A thick puree of green peas, roast beef, baked potatoes, lima beans, small, flaky hot biscuits and chocolate pie. heaped high with meringue. Each dish was almost superlatively good, for Alaude could undoubtedly cook, but the total caloric value, of the meal appalled Nan. It was with positive pain that she watched Curtis devour six of the hot biscuits. burdened with butter, then dig ecstatically into his enormous wedge of pie. “To think my head Is crammed with knowledge of balanced rations. vitamins and calories, and I've got to stand by and let this child ruin his stomach—to say nothing of John Curtis Morgan.” she mourned. "Where in the world will I find a housekeeper for these two blessed men-children of mine that will have more sense about planning a meal than that Maude out in the kitchen? "Darn conventions anyhow! They need me. and yet the whole town would simply collapse with horror if I did my plain duty and stuck right here to take care of them.” (To Be Continued.!

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