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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels unhappy when her accuse her of being in love with her handsome guardian, LEON BRENT. But he represents all that she knows of home and family and she Bdores him blindly. Brent changes all his plans for Helen’s future after a chance meeting with a dying beggar. CHARLES OWENS NELLI N. who tells a strange story which Brent is able to corroborate to some extent by a vir-lt to Yonkers. On graduation, Helen reminds her guardian of his promise to reveal her parentage and Is amazed when he informs her that she is heiress of a millionaire. CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM, and that he promised her parents to take her to him when she was 18. They go to Yonkers and Brent Introduces her to Cunningham as his granddaughter. He offers as proof the locket containing a picture of EVANGELINE CUNNINGHAM, which he had taken from the dying Nellin. Helen remains at Bramblewood while the lawyer investigates the story. Cunningham presents her with a car which she drives evervwnere One aay she accidentally strikes a girl. EVA ENNIS, who has to be taken to the hospital. Eva's brother ROBERT upbraids Helen for her selfish recklessness and then, noting her unstrung condition, offers to drive her home. Cunningham receives him graciously and Invites him to spend the evening. The young couple go fer a canoe ride. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XVIII ONE of the things that Robert Ennis ever was to be grateful for was the fact that he did not kiss Helen at that moment. He knew the desire, the urge that comes like an avalanche, sweeping all before it, disregarding restraint, taking no account of costs. He knew it, and he mastered it, for one thought remained clear in his mind. This girl was not for him. His life was devoted to Eva. It was for her future that he was working. She depended upon him. And he could not lay a burdened future at the feet of a girl like Helen Brent, even had he dared to take her romantic gesture seriously.

Her hand fluttered away from his and a flush stole quickly into her cheeks. Had he deliberately repulsed her overture? Did he still consider her a devil-may-care modern? An awkwardness descended upon them that lasted until they reached the boathouse. Helen found relief in helping Bob get the canoe launched. The commonplace phrases they used banished much of the restraint that had fallen upon them and gradually, as they glided over the smooth water, the spell of the night removed itself into their minds. To Bob. Helen appeared to be an ethereal creature from another land. Her white dress merged into the background of moon-silered water like & part of the moonlight itself. Only a glint now’ and then from the spangled jacket when she stirred slgihtly hinted of reality. He was glad when she began to sing, in a low, melodious voice. Hi* sense of having been transported out of his own world was becoming uncomfortably convincing. Conversation seemed not to suggest itself to either of them. They were living their hour, not discussing It as they would when they were older and sought to recapture the rapture of an awakening that never can be repeated. Old lovers talk, relive their dreams. Youth dreams. They were content with silence—the silence of song. PRESENTLY Helen said they must go back and Bob headed the canoe toward the boathouse without vocal protest. But every instinct In his nature cried out against parting so soon. Their good night was strictly formal But the thoughts with which they fell asleep were not. Bob was wondering what it would be like to bury his face in that alluring wealth of hair and Helen was thinking that —well, for once Leonard Brent did not get her good night thought. But in the morning he came to Bramblewood and his suavely forceful personality caught at her wavering interest and fastened it securely upon himself again. Helen told him about the accident to Eva Ennis and asked him to drive to the hospital with her. Brent was quite willing to go. He did not care to remain long at Bramblewood. either to encase in conversation with Mr. Cunnigham or to be entertained by Helen. He feared both. Mr. Cunningham's questions were dangerous—and Helen’s company as well. He must avoid the appearance of having anything but a pa-

ternal interest in her and this he could not do without harm to his plans if he spent much time with her. For certainly an aloofness on his part would engender a similar attitude on hers in time, he reasoned. They were admitted to Eva's room without delay. Helen went swiftly to the bed and took the hand that Eva extended in a touching friendliness. “How r are you?” she inquired anxiously. Eva smiled at her. “Very little pain this morning, thank you,” she replied. “I telephoned late last night and they told me you were sleeping,” Helen said. “Yes. After Bob left. He came in late.” Eva’s eyes were shining with excitement as she looked at Helen. Bob had told her that he’d been at Bramblewood —told her how wrong he had been in his first judgment of Helen. Eva was delighted, because nothing could make her believe that Helen was entirely to blame for the accident. She attempted to express this opinion to Helen. “You know I should have looked before I stepped into the road,” she said, “and I do want to thank you for—all this.” She waved a hand to indicate that she meant the private room and the private nurses. a tt a “XT'S nothing, my dear,” Helen JL said hastily. “I was speeding. I owe you a great deal for the pain you’ve suffered. You must let me make it up to you. “And now I want you to meet a very dear friend of mine. I should have asked permission to bring him here, but he's someone you will see a great deal of in the future. I hope, so I thought you wouldn’t mind meeting him now.” Brent stepped forward and Helen introduced him to Eva, He took the slender hand she held up to him and gave it a gentle pressure. Eva’s hand fluttered back upon the cover, but her eyes remained upon Brent. He spoke of the accident, expressed his regret and wished her a speedy recovery. Eva sensed a warmth in the customary phrases that was unusual. She was a bit thrilled, though she had no idea that Brent had been attracted by her appearance. Her mother had brought some of Eva's own garments to the hospital that morning and had spent an hour in doing the things for her daughter that no one else can think of. The soft, curly brown hair was brushed until it gleamed and the shell pink jacket Eva wore was not finer and softer in its silken texture than the round young throat that rose from it.

The blue eyes were shadowed with the marks of pain but their blueness had not faded and there was ever a faint tinge of pink underneath the delicate skin of the cheeks. She looked very sweet and delicate. very appealing and feminine. ! Rather a novelty to Brent, meeting a girl like her. It struck his fancy to give it attention. Eva tore her eyes away from him. “The doctor says I may go home in a few days,” she said to Helen. “IT come for you," Helen promised A few minutes later she left with 3rent. “What do you think of her?” she asked when they were out of Eva’s hearing. “Sweet,” Brent answered indifferently. A cloud passed over Helen’s face at his answer. Os course she couldn't have expected him to admire Eva. She knew too well the type of woman to whom he bowed in admiration. Brent warned to know what was bee!* of the accident and Helen told him frankly that she had been i bored to desperation by the life at Bramblefrood. sun BRENT understood what she left unsaid—that she had been longing for him. Secretly he glowed with satisfaction. But when he I spoke his voice was tinged with sad- : ness j “I'm sorry you haven’t been hap- ; said, “because I believe your

—By Williams

grandfather is getting to love you.” Again a shadow passed over Helen’s features. “I’m afraid he is,” she agreed. “And I’m very fond of him, too—in spite of . . . everything.” Brent sighed. “Well, my dear, you must not harbor resentment. He is net the same man who was unkind to your mother. She would forgive him if she were here and I’m sure she would ask you to do the same.” “But it’s so different from all I had planned for and dreamed of,” Helen protested. Brent took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Never mind,” he said promisingly; “we can play again when everything is adjusted.” Helen felt uneasy. “Oh, but I think my accident has made me realize that I mustn’t think so much about myself,” she said quickly. Brent’s face darkened. “Did I hear that little Ennis girl say something about a chap she called Bob?” he asked. Out of the corner of his eye he observed Helen’s change of expression. It was very slight, but it was unmistakable. He noted, too that she hesitated a second before answering. “Yes,” she said simply. “Who is he?” Big.. ..sked, and Helen was conscious that the question had snapped from his lips in irritation. - She turned her head and regarded him in amazement. Was he jealous of her? Strangely the thought was not so pleasing to her as it would have been a few days earlier. She was aware of dreading it now. “He’s Eva’s brother,” she said quickly. “I see,” Brent mused. “You have met him?” “Yes.” That simple word, uttered as Helen uttered it, told Brent more than Helen herself knew it contained. It set his hair-trigger brain to work to save his scheme from smashing on a natural hazard “Helen,” he said suddenly “wouldn’t you like to come in and go to the theater wtih me?”

(To Be Continued) SLAYERS ARE SOUGHT Auto Is Clew to Men Who Killed Two on Friday. liu I'nited Press MEXICO CITY, Sept. 23.—Working on orders from President Portes Oil, the police department today redoubled efforts to find the men who, on Friday night, killed two sympathisers with the anti-re-election party, which is backing Jose Vasconcelos for the presidency of Mexico. The president revealed that the authorities have found an automobile, allegedly owned by Deputy Tedoro Villegas, said to have been used by the murderers.

TARZAN OF THE APES

One of the first things d'Amot did upon their arrival in Paris was to arrange to visit a high official of the police department, an old friend. He took Tarzan with him. Here was explained to them the fascinating science of identifying criminals by finger-prints, Tarsan was intensely interested.

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—By Martin

The answer to his life's riddle lay in those tiny marks! With tense nerves Tarzan leaned forward. Was he a pureblooded white man, the son of Lord Greystoke? Or only a half-savage apeman? . . . Much depended upon the absolute correctness of the comparisons. Several days’ delay was necessary.

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And now Tarzan was able at last to see the treasure When the great oak, ironbound chest was forced open, it was found to contain geld coin—“doubloons” and “pieces of eight” from Sir&tes’ raids along the Spanish Main. arzan desired to take it intact to America with him.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

What crime, suffering, and sorrow the thing had caused in its bloody history! So d’Amot advised disposing of it forever. When the gold was appraised. It brought more than two hundred thousand dollars. And now Tarzan was doubly anxious to start upon his way to find Jane in America.

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