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BEGIN HERE TODAY MAIZIE BROWN writes this story for orsctlce in a story-writing correspondence course, never intending it to be Dubiisfced. She intersperses it with notes to her instructor. She is confidential secretary of FRANK SHERIDAN, wealthy vo' - x Indianapolis lawyer, whose hobby >1 tl. Solvina of crime mysteries. Sheridan is railed in bv JOSfcPH SMEDLEY M< riou County assistant prosecuting atto. ii' ■ . to find a burglar who robbed a sa; at the home o* WILLIAM OLIVER WILBER. Maple road. Smedlev is engaged to marry Wilber’a daughter. SHI'ILA. whose cousin. ANDREW MASTERS, is a freouent visitor at the Wilber home. A diary of Wilber’s wife, now dead, has been stolen from the s*fe. The diary holds a secret of Sheila’s birth: Sheridan inserts a SSOO reward want ad in The Times for the return of the diary. Wilber sees another Times want ad. seeking the whereabouts of a girl secretly adopted twenty-two years earlier and reveals to Sheridan that Sheila is the girl sought by her real mother of whom Sheila knows nothing. Andrew Master* want sto marry EDNA ROGERS Sheila's chum, but is entangled with MERCEDES RIVERTON, a stenographer employed bv his friend. HOMER MENTON, a criminal lawyer. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER NINE Mercedes riverton had lived in the borderland of poverty up to the time she became selfsupporting. Her father was a plodding factory worker whose small wages barely provided the necessities of life for his family; her mother was a nervous, complaining, discontented household drudge, whose entire vision was clouded by the always-present need of making both ends meet. Mercy had been denied those little luxuries that mean so much to the selfconscious, adolescent girl. She felt strongly her social and economlc status in contrast with that of h r schoolmates. They were better dressed, they always had a little spending money for sodas or an occasional visit to the movies. Even these were denied Mercedes by the more pressing home need of salt pork and cabbage on washday and a possible beef roast on Sunday. "We’re poor, but we’re respectable.’’ her father would say smugly when Mercy gave voice to her dissatisfaction. "Anyway, I ain't no bootlegger. I ain't got no money, but I ain’t afraid to look any cop in the eye and tell him to go to hell.’’ "Respectable!" Mercy would retort passionately, “if this is being respectable, I'd rather you’d be a bootlegger with more money and less respectability. It’s a crime to ba poor, that's what it is! I want to be rich, rich. RICH! You just watch. I’m going to have money and nice clothes and good times and I don't care how I get thetn!” “Mercy. Mercy!” her mother would reprove her, “you hadn’t ought to talk to your Pa that way,” but she secretly sympathized with Mercy in the girl’s desire lor a broader life. Jerry Riverton would retire into his shell and mentally wash his hands of his troublesome womenfolk. Such was the environment In which Mercedes Riverton grew to young womanhood. Philosophers advance the theory that privation and sacrifice in early life make for good character. That may be so if sacrifice becomes a habit of mind and thus is voluntary, but in Mercy’s case every enforced sacrifice brought inner if not outward rebellion. Self-willed Mercy’s strong desire to be and to do as the Joneses had little patience with any principle or precept that would thwart her ambition. Her conception of an ideal life was a full indulgence in all those things which had been denied her—rich food, expensive clothing, luxurious surroundings, gay parties and ceaseless, pleasure-bent activity. WHEN Mercy, after a night school business course, had found employment, she realized she had not yet attained her goal. True, he had her own money to spend, end for a time she was happy in being able to dress as well as other girh of her limited acquaintance. But that was only an Interlude in her day of discontent. She wanted finer clothes than her money could buy: she wanted the gay times of her dreams, the companionship of folk who spent life and money lavishly and counted not the cost. Through her employment, she came in contact with men and women who enjoyed all of these desirable things. It was thus she met Andy Masters. Andy’s breezy “collegiate” manners and his free-hand-ed way of spending money made him in her eyes an incarnation of the cod of wealth and pleasure at whose altar she long had worshiped. Andy. !n turn, was captivated by the pertlv p-ettv little stenographer. H!s vanity was touched by her very evident interest. Here was anew

. playmate to romp with for a time, but, of course, not to be taken seriously. Mercy in her relations with Andy never lost sight of her fixed goal, the putting behind forever of the sordid poverty of her childhood. She shrewdly perceived she could not advance much further with her notebook and typewriter and she quickly came to the conclusion that the easy way out was a marriage of money, with love If possible, without it if necessary. Andy loomed as a means to this end. He was young, handsome, and likeable—and wealthy. Deliberately she spread the net of her charms for his entanglement. But while herding Andy to the net, Mercy overlooked no opportunity of enjoying life as she wanted to enjoy it. She accepted the attentions of other men—if they were of the tribe who did not keep too tight a grip on their pocketbooks. This, she found to her delight, excited Andy's possessive instinct and drew him closer to her. She developed all the artifices of the coquette; she learned how to adapt herself to the moods of-men, to play up to their vanities and to simulate sympathy in their real or fancied wrongs. In Rome, she was a Roman: If the occasion demanded petting, drinking or smoking, she petted, drank or smoked, if more decorus conduct was on the boards, she played the part. Mercy did not like Homer Menton, her employer, save as a provider of bread and butter, but she did not refuse the cake if he offered it. She accepted his attention with her fingers crossed, not only as a policy of insurance on her employment, but also because their occasional out-of-offlee-hours companionship usually meant contact with Andy. She soon discovered that Andy moved in . two widely different circles, the rather questionable one with which she and Mentone were identified—a fast wild-living set in which no hard and fast social lines were drawn—and the more conventional group composed of Andy’s relatives and friends. She was intensely jealous of this better group and resented Andy’s very apparent desire to exclude her from it. But she bided her time; if she could win him to marriage, that obstacle would be surmounted; if she failed ... oh. well, the ocean was full of other fish! m a tr THE Rivertons lived in a seconfloor flat above a storeroom on an Irvington side street. The dinner dishes had been cleared away and Mercy was in her tiny bedroom when the clamorous honking of an automobile horn resounded in the street. "Oh, suffering saints!” she cried, “I'll bet that’s Andy, and I’m only half dressed.” She opened the door and called out, "Tom, Andy’s outside. Go down and tell him to wait a minute, but don’t invite him up here to this sloppy flat.” * "Aw, go tell him yourself,” came the answer. "I ain’t your messenger boy and anyway that sheik gives me a pain.” "Tom, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” sharply reprimanded his mother. "You go right down and tell Mr. Masters Mercy will not keep him waiting long and dc t forget to be polite to him, either! You ought to be proud your sister’s got such a nice young man.” "Nice young man. huh!" Tom said contemptuous, but he lumbered down the narrow stairway to do her bidding. When he returned a few moments later, he went directly to Mercy’s room. “Say, sis. you don’t want to go out with that hunka cheese," he called through the half-open door, "that ginny's all lit up.” "He’s not! You say that because you don't like him and to get pa down on him. You just keep out of my affairs!” "Aw, I know him,” Tom retorted, "and I know when a man's drunk. I know more than that, too,” he continued loudly. "I know he’s nothing but a piegirl chaser. I don't work ’round the garage where he keeps his car with my eyes shut. You ain't the only chicken on his string.” "Tom! Tom!" his mother admonished. coming into the hall and clutching his arm. "He'll hear you; the window’* open 1 ”

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"Who cares?” he demanded. “Just ’cause he’s lousy with money, you all fall for him.” He swung his arm belligerently. “It’s time somebody put a crimp in his game and I'm the kiddo to do it. I’ll hang a black curtain on both his eyes!” He started toward the stairway as Mercy, her eyes blazing, burst from her room and hurled herself upon him. “You—you—you!” she gasped, beating at his burly chest with her clenched hands. "What do you know about men like Andy Masters? You don’t know a gentleman when you see one!” "If he’s a gentleman I’m the Prince of Wales,” Tom replied. He seized Mercy by the wrists and pushed her away. She backed against the wall, her whole body rigid and tense. “Here, here, what’s this?” inquired Jerry Riverton in an accent of authority, pushing his way into the little hallway. "Mercy’s going out with a drunk,” Tom volunteered. "I'm not! Don’t you listen to him!” Mercy cried. "Oh, you’re all down on me. None of you want me to have a good time! I won’t stand it! I won’t live with you! I’m of age and my own boss; you can’t tell me what I can do. I’m going to move out of here tomorrow.” Another series of strident honks came from the auto. Mercy dashed down the steps and slammed the door to the street. (To Be Continued) FOX CHASE SEASON OPENS IN ENGLAND Hunting Boom Is Expected With Animal Supply Plentiful. Bn Vniteil Press MELTON, MOWBRAY, England, Nov. 4. —Twelve thousand foxhounds, followed by about sixteen thousand horsemen and horsewomen, today experienced the first thrills of the fox-hunting seaaar, chasing over the meadows, farms and open country in the numerous hunting districts throughout Britain. Preparations for a successful season have been proceeding for the past two months, for many of the younger hounds taking part in today's opening hunts have been going through a course of training, in seeking and chasing fox cubs. Reports from all the principal hunting centers throughout the country give every promise of a record hunting season, for foxes are more plentiful and stronger than for many years. Newspaper Official Speaks Bu Times Special MARION, Ind„ Nov. 4.—Gardener J. Thomas, secretary of The Chronicle Publishing Company gave an address on the mechanical work of newspaper publishing, at the luncheon meeting of the Lions Club, today.

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

The very night Tarzan became chief of Waziri, the ■woman he loved lay shipwrecked in a tiny craft, a thousand miles to the west of him. A terrible impact with a half-submerged derelict sank Lord Tennington’s yacht almost before the lifeboats could be launched. Day dawned, finding Jane filled with alarm.

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They had become separated from the other boats. All around was that vast expanse of deserted ocean. Clayton, her fiance, three sailors, “Monsieur Thuran,” and herself, the only woman in the party, Ivsfc beyond the possibility of help! For during the night the oars had slipped into the sea while the exhausted men slept.

—By Martin

They had no food and but little water! So on the first day of their tragic adventure suffering began in grim earnest. Days passed and the full horrors of shipwreck were upon them. Weak and helpless, they lay beneath the pitiless tropic sun with parched lips and swollen tongues, waiting for the death they beginning to crave.

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—By Edgrar Rice Burroughs

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