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THIS nAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels hopelessly In Jove with her guardian. LEONARD BRENT. A chance meeting with a dying beggar. CHARLES NELLIN, causes Brent to change his plans for Helen's future. Boon after he tells the girl that she Is the only grandchild of a millionaire, CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM. Brent takes her to Cunningham and offers pro which the lonely old man accepts. Hoping to make up for the Injustice done her mother, Cunningham ahowo; ’he girl with affection and gifts. Aim tig Helen's new friends are EVA ENNIS and her brother ROBERT, who falls In love with her. Brent finds another locket like the one he had taken from Nellln to establish Helen as the heiress. He also becomes jealous of Bob an ! plots to secure the girl for himself quickly. Hearing the doctor say that a sudden shock would kill the old man. Brent gets the servants out of the way and rushes Into the sick room shouting wildly that Helen has been killed. His plan works and when the attendant returns. Cunntngham Is dead Then B r ent appears as friend and i : guardian of Helen and takes charge r.i: angements. Brent had an • ! hiiv. elf by making !ov to Eva am' now he tries to break on the affair with out making Helen suspicious. Meanwhi'f. Bob Is too proud to peak his love i.:'.til a chance meeting breaks his reserve and they both acknowledge their love. But Helen tells ,im it is hopeie . as she is promised to another. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVII (Continued) Helen's lips twisted Into the mblance of a smile. “Would It be ght to marry on just a little love?" he asked. “Better than on none at all,*’ Bob eclarcd. “And you don’t love this nan. I know you don’t. Notiven a little bit. You are mine,, Helen. Right now I could kiss you—no, don't pull away—l won't do it, but don't say you thought this wouldn’t happen—that you didn't want it to happen. “Be fair to me. Three times we’ve been together—outside of casual meetings—and each time we’ve been drawn to each other as though one of us ” He paused and laughed shortly. "Well, are you the magnet, dear.” Helen’s hands had grown chill as ice in his grasp. His words frightened her —for in her heart she knew the answer. She loved him. Love! Love! Love! She wanted to shriek it, but her throat was tight with pain. Love! She had called her school girl infatuation for Brent by that sacred name. She felt herself shaking with hysterical laughter, knew that In a moment it would peal out mockingly to betray her complete emotional upset. Bob’s arms offered her a haven. It was impossible to stave off her mounting hysteria and fight the temptation to have him hold her close at the same time. And she wanted to be there, her head on his shoulder, forgetting her mistakes. Surrender was too sweet to be resisted. The instant she lost her battle Bob’s arms slipped about her. But he did not kiss her now and she lay passive until the soft, broken sobs gave way to easier breathing and the beating of her heart was less the pounding of a trip-hammer. Then she lifted her hands, placed the palms against his cheeks and raised her head to press her lips to his. Bob needed no words from her to interpret that kiss for him. It sent the message of her love to him more convincingly than anything else could have done. And yet he knew that it was a farewell caress. The bitter-sweet ansuish that filled Helen’s heart nowed somehow into his own. u u a W'HEN she drew away from him he did not seek to hold her. The old knowledge that he could not possess her had caught him in its grip again and he was helpless against the inevitableness of their parting. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” The words pounded over and over against Helen’s quivering lips, but she refused them utterance. Bob would know it—would be easier If she did not say it. “Helen,” he pleaded in a rush of despair, “you aren’t going through with it? You aren’t going to marry any one else?” “I must., if he still wants me,” ttden told him. “Os court* he will want you! But can’t you see what a beast that would make him If you tell him you don't love him? How can you think of marrying such a man?" Helen could not restrain a faint smile. “Perhaps you tnisudge him." she said, “and he may not care so much as you think.”

“You know in your heart that he does,” Bob retorted. “But I mean to tell him about . . , this,” Helen appeased him, “ancl ask him to break our engagement.” Bob looked deep into her eyes before answering. “You kissed me good-by a moment ago,” he said quietly. “We both knew that, Helen. Why do you try to deceive me with false hopes now?” “Oh, I’m not, I’m not,” Helen cried. “I’m telling you all the truth. But I’m afraid. You have, in a way called all men beasts for you say any man could seek to hold me—hold the girl he loved—whether she cared for him or not.” “You knew you would have to refuse me before I said that,” Bob answered. Helen swayed against him and he fought with himself to keep from crushing her to his breast. “Yes,” she amditted scarcely above a whisper. “Yes, I knew that, Bob.” “How.” “I .don’t know. It was just a feeling, but I’m daring to hope that I am wTong —that we will be allowed to tatke our happiness.” “That’s up to you,” Bob retorted rather harshly. “This isn’t tffe dafy for foolish mistakes about love, Helen. If you know that you do not love this man—it is unforgivable of you to marry him.” Helen tried to answer his honest gaze with one as equally frank, but I she knew that the complexity of her situation was worlds removed from the direct path he pointed out to ; her. i There was, for instance, the debt she owed Leonard Brent. CHAPTER XXVIII “T CANT break my engagement,” I. Helen said stiffly. “I only can 1 ask to be released.” Bob drew back from her. white ito the lips. Her attitude was incomprehensible to him except from one angle—she did not truly love him. Argument, his naturally logical brain told him. would be useless, i What could it mean to a girl who j either was not very deeply in love or who was caught up in fallacies, to be told that only a fool would i keep to a mere engagement when disaster threatened the outcome? Bob wondered what Helen could think of it. wondered that she could not see. as he did. that the course she was taking was sordid rather than idealistic. A moment of anger flared up in his heart against her—the resentment of clean youth for evil compromise. It wiped from his mind the question he wanted to ask her. The name of the man she was going ; to marry. “ . . . going to marry.” The words echoed in Bob's mind as a sentence to lifelong unhappiness. No man would let her go. Rot! A decent man . . . but not while he thought she might love him. Bob felt himself slipping into a maze of doubt and fear. But he could not argue, could not plead his own case further. What appeared to be uncertainty on her part drove him to cruelty. He would not recognize quixotism I as her prompter, he was too modern I for that, and he knew nothing of I her sense of obligation. To him she was unsure of her heart, and he had ! no tolerance for her. "Then,” he said quietly, coldly, I “you’re a bit of a rotter.” i All that he knew of needless, even criminal, self-sacrifice; all that he knew of lives wasted for false precepts of honor: all that he realized of right and wrong was behind his words. What seemed her stupidity, that denied her brain, her apparent lack l of courage to change her course when, to any one but a fool, the danger signals all were set against it —these too had helped to call forth ! his scathing remark. B B B HE had thought of her as brave and fearless—never a juggler 1 with the tender passion. Love, he had believed, would come to her as ; true and untrampled as it had come to him. How it could involve two men at the same time was an imi penetrable mystery to him. 1 For Bob never had known puppy love, Helen's passing from love of

—Bv Williams

i love to love itself was beyond his ; understanding. His youthful hardness, steeled by the thought that she would go through with a loveless match, was a phase of masculinity that Helen never had encountered before. Brent had been cruel on occasion, true, but his was the suave cruelty of a hidden menace—the sheathed claw, that cut lightly on the surface but bit deep into the heart. The frankness of Bob’s generation was unknown to her. She did not flinch before the blow. Perhaps she was too shocked to show b$ so much as a flicker of her eyelids that it had struck her with terrific force. Without another word Bob turned and strode out of the room. Mrs. Wethering, uneasily waiting in the library, saw him fling himself out of the house, leaving the front door open behind him, as though he were pursued by a demon. She hurried to the kitchen, but Helen had fled up the rear stairs to her room. Mrs. Wethering gathered up the things that were to have gone into the preparation of their midnight supper and put them away. Later she went to Helen’s door and listened. She thought she detected the sound of muffled sobs, but when she tried the door and found it locked she hesitated to demand admittance. The sounds gradually grew fainter and finally the housekeeper decided that it would be better for Helen if she left her alone. The next morning the girl was pale and worn, with shadowed eyes in which there was an unhealed wound. Mrs. Wethering was very gentle and remained with Helen while she breakfasted, or rather while she went through the motions of partaking of her fruit and coffee. She hoped Helen would confide in her and went so far as to mention having witnessed Mr. Ennis’ hasty departure the night before. Still Helen said nothing, but there was on her face a set, cold expression that warned Mrs. Wethering that the incident, whatever it was, had a serious aspect. n a u MRS. WETHERING sighed over her inability to administer comfort and suggested f'-.t Helen ought to get out into the open. “You haven't driven your car very much lately,” she said. “'Why don’t you let me fix out a picnic lunch and you can telephone for someone to go for a long drive with you? The weather is lovely.” “I'm going to New York,” Helen answered quietly. Mrs. Wethering was disturbed greatly, but she did not dare offer any opposition. There was about Helen an air of determination that plainly indicated she was set upon a course from which she could not be swerved. (To Be Continued))

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

Rokoff had seen enough to convince him that Tarzan would not be the one to lie dead this night. He telephoned the police. Arriving, they found Tarzan like a wild beast standing at bay. Before they could arrest him, he sprang to an open window, leaped across the wall to a tree, and disappeared upward.

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—By Martin

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