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THl* HAS HAPPENED SA'S CAFROLL pr.-f* wcreUrv to JOHN CUP.TIS MORGAN .a ' v-r. :* in lovt with Morgr. Morfin. however, is nadir in lose wit. arrogant though beautiful wife IRIS Nan to reSign. but lingers when she hears Morian ta to defend a supposed frier.d. RT CRAWFORD ffan distrust* Cra-tford ar.d her •uspiclon tnat he and Ins are in love la cocf.rmed hr a letter which .lttle CURTIS MORGAN, age * mnocer.tlv piacea In Nan hands H' apparently has taicen It from hit mother s handbag After his acquittal. Crawford leaves town and in a few dava Iris departs. She writes her husband 'ha* he mu;-; not seek her cleverly otrvting reference to Crawford, whom Morgan trusts implicitly Morgan 1* broken-hearted and Nan a* es —.rr. bv diplomatically forcing him Into mt* wors She acts as long-distance houw'eper for him. winning the love of ilatle CsrtU. who adores her. Nar. aha has been studying law. goes to the capital to take bar exams. On her return Morgan tells her of his Intention of divorcing Iris He stuttar; a proposal of mtw-age Ahe would rather have him that v thmo not at ail. They are quietly married end go at once to the office, where Morgan shows her hi.*, wedding present—an office for her with her r.ew name on the door bes.de his. Thev are leaving the office to catch a train for their honeymoon when a message cornea from DAVID BLACKHULL- suspected of the murder of his wealths- fa'her He implores Morgan to wait for him. Nan Insists that thev wait, thus missing their train Alone. Nar. breaks Into sobbing as she awaits Morgan : return. He has accompanied David, who give, himself up to the police NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVIII AT 1 o'clock on their wedding day. John Curtis Morgan telephoned his wife and law partner that important business connected with the Blackhull case would keep him away from the office until perhaps the middle of the afternoon. “I'm awfully sorry. Nan dear,’’ he apologized. "If you hadn’t insisted on my— T mean our taking this case, we thould have been lunching sumptuously on the ch:,er this very minute. . . . On, he’s in jail, of course. Preliminary hearing tomorrow. There's no question but that he will be remanded to jail without bail to await the action of the grand jury, and no doubt at all, I’m afraid, that the grand jury’ will indict him on a charge of first degree murder. We’ve got a sticker in this case, honey. Better get out your woman’s intuition and polish it up. We’ll need it.” “It’s already working—John,” Nan answered shakily. With all her heart she longed to make it “John dear,” hut she could not trust her voice. Later, when the time and place were propitious. ... A blush ran over her body. She was glad that he could not see. “By the way. Nan,” his deep voice went on, now with a note of embarrassment in it. “you’ll call up the house, won’t you, and tell Estelle or Mrs. O'Brien that we’ll be home this evening. Dinner, too, if Mrs. O’Brien can manage something a bit extra for us. We’ve got to celebrate somehow, or I doubt if the wedding will be legal.” Very slowly. Nan hung up the receiver, her heart pounding. “We’ll be home this evening—” Home! Why, it was her home now! Her home, with Iris Morgan's ghost haunting every comer of it. She took off the receiver again, gave the number of the house that was now her home and for which she had been “long-distance housekeeper” ever since Iris Morgan had deserted her husband and childnine months and one week ago. Estelle, the maid, who was now almost fanatically devoted to Nan, answered the phone. The bride gave her message crisply, cutting short the amazed exclamations of the maid. “Listen. Miss Carroll—excuse me, I mean Mrs. Morgan,” Estelle begged earnestly, as Nan was about to hang up. “I forgot to ask you

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Before Tony Tarver's roadster drew up at the curb of the appointed corner. Crystal had made up her mind not to tell her chcm the whole about their proposed expedition. After all, there was only surmise and suspicion to go upon so far. Only a picture of Dick Talbot in the bedroom of a girl who was "in trouble." a girl who had refused to name the man responsible for her condition. If Dick was Innocent of anything more than a mild flirtation or &n altruistic interest in one of his father's employes—thought Crystal did for a moment believe he was innocent —it would be cruel to arouse Tony's hopes, only to dash them later. "What's the large idea. Crys?” Tony demanded, as soon as Crystal had taken her place beside her in the roadster. "You may think it's a light matter to interrupt me when I'm poaching eggs for Sandy, not to menion Mom and Pop Ross, but I don't! "Have you suddenly decided to get married and want me as a witness? I called up the house to make sure you weren’t breaking the news gently to me that Pat had eloped or been hurt in an accident.” "Please drive to this address — 1015 Viaduct Lane, and make it snappy." Crystal directed. "Viaduct Lane?” Tony wrinkled her perfect nose. "That's .n the slums—over across the tracks, isn’t it? Trailing a big scoop for your paper honey? I was about to forget that you're a newspaper woman. Read your first story yesterday, it was a peach. Wrung the tears, and all that—also a check. Sandy sent one. too." "Sandy. Sandy! Always Sandy!” Crystal thought. "I wonder when she'll wake up to the fact that she's in love with him. and always has been.” Aloud she said. "Thanks, Tony. How is Sandy?” “Grand!” Tony replied, and Crystal saw the color sweep over the gardenia whiteness of her chum'* face. "He’s going to be one of the pilots on the new airmail route between California and New York. All decided.” "Pretty swell!” Crystal agreed. •And how’s Mrs. Ross? Ankle better?” • “Oh, Mom’s having the time of her life!” Tony laughed. -"And so am* I! She said she didn’t know . wm tired, till ,stie faafl tap

when you was here Monday, but 1 you want that picture taken down over the fireplace, don’t you?” B B B NANS heart almost stopped beating. As clearly as if it had suddenly been hung on the wall before her, Nan saw the portrait of beautiful, insolent Iris Morgan—every detail of the exquisite profile, the limpid blue-green eye. its strange color almost perfectly, matched in the turquoise velvet of the evening gown which flaunted the perfection of Iris’ tall, slender body, posed like a queen's in a throne chari. “Yes, take it down, Estelle,” she directed in an oddly husky voice. “That's what I thought,” Estelle agreed, patently relieved. “The mister won’t want to be reminded of her every time he comes into the drawing room—” Nan cut her short, giving rapid instructions as to the dinner menu, and was again about to hang up the receiver when the maid eagerly thrust in another question: “Are you and the mister going to sleep in the double guest room tonight, Miss—l mean, Mrs. Morgan? Os course the decorators ain’t had a chance to do it over yet, and Mr. Morgan’s things are still in the little guest room—” “Leave them there,” Nan ordered curtly, her face flaming. “I’ll see about everything when I—we—get —home. I'll have the express company get my trunk and take it out to the house this afternoon.” She felt no need of lunch, knew that she could not force herself to swallow a bite. Before settling down to the task of transcribing her shorthand notes of David Blackhull’s story she leaned back in her swivel chair and let her eyes take in the office which her husband and law partner had furnished for her as one of his wedding gifts. The furniture was beautiful, practical, but unmistakabily feminine. A graceful desk of softly gleaming walnut, slightly smaller than would have been appropriate for a mar. Beside it and matching in wood and workmanship, a small typewriter table, with her own beloved machine ready for her expert touch. A small fireplace, fitted with lifelive coals and embers from which electric heat would later radiate—purely for the sake of effect. Wide, low bookcases stocked with an expensive law library. Two big overstuffed armchairs, covered with dark red leather. A Persian rug, dark and rich, but vivid, with its wine-red, gold, rose and blue. At the big double windows, side drapes of heavy, dark-red silk, with inner curtains of gold silk net. A gleaming black bowl of dark-red roses on a little taboret between the windows. Richness, beauty and comfort—and all hers; hers, too, the name on the glass panel of the door marked “private”—Mrs. Morgan. Very different from the outer office of the old suite, where Nan Carroll, secretary, had been interrupted by every buzzing of the telephone, by every caller who had business with John Curtis Morgan, her employer, oddly enough. Nan sighed. 808 THE instant<she realized that she had sighed longingly for what was gone and which she had not valued fully until she lost it, Nan began to argue with herself. “What are you sighing for, I’d

bed and stay there, and now she’s afraid she'll get so lazy she’ll sprain her ankle regularly every three months. Crys, you can’t realize what a privilege it’s been to—to wait on her, and talk with her, and watch her and Pop Ross together. I never thought of them before as a married couple. “Oh don’t laugh! You know what I mean! They were just Pop and Mom Ross, Sandy’s parents. But since last Thursday I've been studying them as a married couple. trying to figure out how they have done it—” “What?” Crystal asked, though she knew. “Staved in love, and tolerant toward each other, and happy.” Tony answered slowly. “I said as much to Mom Ross, and you should have heard her laugh. “Said she hadn’t had time to wonder whether she and Dennis were still ‘in love,’ but that she ‘reckoned’ Dennis was about the best man in the world, and she wouldn't ‘swap him off’ for a king. . . And here's Viaduct Lane, Crys. What's that number? . . . Here we are! Am I to come in with you? Or am I merely a chauffeur?” "I want you to come in with me, Tony, to see—Callie,” Crystal answered. (To Be Continued)

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like to know? You’ve earned all this by four years of terrific work. You want to be a lawyer. You are a iawyer! You loved John Curtis Morgan and—you've got him!” She was deliberately stating the facts in the baldest manner, for some obscure need to ease the pain in her heart. Her offended conscience reminded her that she had not realized her love lor the other woman’s husband until that other woman had already forfeited all claim to her husband's love and respect. It insisted that she give herself credit for not having lifted a finger to win the man she loved until his wife had deserted him and his child for another man. For the thousandth time Nan wondered :f Iris was happy with her embezzler-lover, Herbert S. Crawford, of whose perfidy John Curtis Morgan still had not the faintest suspicion. Thank God—Nan cried in her heart—she had won her man without betraying the woman who so richly deserved to be betrayed. She had not shown the letter. Better tear up Bert Crawford’s letter now, she told herself. She was going to be living with Iris’ husband now—no, no, not Iris’ husband! Her husband! —and he might accidentally run across it among her belongings. The letter was in her handbag, placed there that morning when she had turned the key upon the little apartment for the last time. Her hand was on the clasp of the bag when there came a knock at the door. Before answering, Nan whirlec to the little typewriter table and began, with lightning rapidity, to transcribe her notes. If it was Blake or Evans coming in to kid her about her marriage , . . “Come in!! she called curtly, without interrupting her flying fingers! It was Kathleen O'Hara. “I’ve just been out to lunch, Miss Carroll—l mean, Mrs. Morgan—and got this noon edition of the News. They’ve got the cutest picture of you and Mr. Morgan right on the front page—” “Os me?” Nan asked, startled, as she reached for the paper. “Oh, I see!” It was the old snapshot of her and John Curtis Morgan walking down the steps of the courthouse, smiling over the successful and dramatic conclusion of the trial of “Big Joe” Connors for the murder of “Boss” Powers. Throwing the little newspaper snaps!'ft into the shade was a big, lovely studio portrait of Iris Morgan—- “ Think you, Miss O’Hara,” Nan said so curtly that the Irish hlue eyes clouded for a moment. “I’m afraid I interrupted.” Kathleen O’Hara said apologetically. “But can’t I do that for you? MSi I never saw anyone typewrite so fast in my life!” she added, with ingenuous admiration. “You could dictate it to me. I’ll bet it is hard for you to remember you’re one of the bosses now, and don’t have to do your own typing, and I’m just crazy to get really into this work. It must be absolutely fascinating, and a girl has a real chance to advance herself. You’ve proved that, Miss—Mrs. Morgan—” The girl stopped suddenly, her pretty young face scarlet with embarrassment. 808 'VJAN dropped her own eyes to her ”1 machine, her cheeks as Ted as the stenqgrapher’s. “Thank you very much, Miss O'Hara, but I'll finish this myself. But don’t worry— I’ll give you plenty of work in the future. I’m afraid, however, you won’t find it all ‘absolutely fascinating.’ We dont get a sensational murder case every day. Let me know when Mr. Morgan returns, please,” she added, in a tone that unmistakably carried dismissal. When Nan was alone again she forced her fingers to finish the page she was working on. Then, drawn irresistibly, though she knew she would inevitably be hurt, she took up the paper which Kathleen O’Hara had brought her. “Famous Lawyer Weds Secretary,” was the headlines across the front page layout of type and pictures. Smaller headlines proclaimed; “John Curtis Morgan, state’s foremost criminal lawjer, secretly divorced from beautifu' Iris Morgan, makes Nancy Carroll, secretary, his wife and law partner on the same day.” Her flush deepening until her cheeks burned painfully, Na read the first paragraphs of the “story’: “Not until the city hall reporter was tipped off this morning that a wedding of unusual interest was being celebrated in the office of Justice of the Peace Aloysius Doheny, did it become a matter of public knowledge that John Curtis Morgan, foremost criminal lawyer in the state and former district attorney, had secured an uncontested divorce from beautiful Iris Craig Morgan. The decree was granted on July 23 by Judge Benjamin Haskell, the case being presented by former Judge Charles Jennifer, and heard by Judge Haskell ‘in chambers,’ the basis of the plea being desertion. A letter from Mrs. Iris Morgan, in which she announced her intention never to return to her husband’s ’bed and board’ formed the basis of the suit. (To Be Continued!

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