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BEGIN HERE TODAY JUDITH CAMERON, tvoist In a New York publlshlnsr house, marries ARTHUR KNIGHT, her employer. Knluht Is a widower with a daughter. TONY. 18, and a son. JUNIOR. 18. The girl Ignores her stepmother. Later she tells Judith she must leave the house. Knight overhears and compels Tony to apologize. The girl spends much or her time with MICKEY MORTIMER, blase amusement seeker, whom she met In Paris. He Is separated from his wile and deep In a flirtation with Tonv. As days pass a state of armed neutrality exists between Tonv and Judith. „ . , . ANDY CRAIG, a young man Knight had helped through college calls on Tony. He has been In love with her—rather hopelessly—for a long while. Craig comes to the house frequently and Tonv. In a mood of spite, tries to convince her father the young man is carrying on an affair with Judith, when Knight denies this angrily Tony tricks Judith and Andy Craig Into a luncheon engagement and brings her father upon the scene. ~ . . Knight tries to overcome his sustdelpns. Craig calls to see Tonv. When Knight announces his arrival Tony refuses to see the young man but makes her peace with her father. Knight promises Tony a trip to Miami, unaware Mortimer has *°Nbw e Gb ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (Continued.) “That’s all right,” Knight cut In. “Andy won’t interfere. Send him home again If you don’t want him here.” ••Well—lf you don’t mind.” said Tony. “I suppose it will be all right.” From swift scrutiny it appeared to Judith that Tony Knight was entirely serious. Judith could hardly believe her ears. a a a THE uncomfortable evening came to a finish at last. Judith had brushed her hair for the night, dabbed cold cream on her cheeks, then dabbed it off again, and slipped a dainty orchid gown over her head when she suddenly sought her husband. Her eyes were downcast as she spoke. “Arthur, I'm sorry—l mean I don’t want to go to Mrs. West’s dinner Wednesday after all. I’m sorry for what I said.” “Why. Judith!” “I'll telephone her tomorrow and sav it’s impossible for us to attend.’’ knight looked at her curiously. “But if you really want to go ” “No. That was just nonsense. Let's forget about It.” They kissed and the incident should have ended. Unfortunately not five minutes afterward the name of Andy Craig popped into Knight's mind. Tony had said Andy was coming to spend the evening Wednesday, Judith had decided to remain at home. Possibly had Arthur Knight not been a sick man (without knowing it) a relation between these two situations would not have occurred to him. But Arthur Knight was feeling ill. He dismissed the headache and the sneezing as merely the disagreeable forerunners of a head cold. He twisted and turned in his bed and found that sleep would not come. Finally in the early morning hours he drifted into troubled slumber. Morning came and Judith, the moment her eyes lit on her husband. became alarmed. "Arthur.” she said anxiously, “I believe you’re feverish. Don't you think you’d better stay here and rest this morning?” “Isn’t anything. Just a cold. I’ll feel better after I've had some coffee." They dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Judith noticed that her husband's eyelids looked heavy and that his face was flushed. "Really.” she repeated, "I don’t think you should go to the office today. Arthur. Even a cold should be stopped at the very beginning. Let me call Miss Tupper and say you’re staying home for the ingKnight shook his head. "Wouldn’t know what to do with myself,” he insisted. “I hate sitting around—always feel worse. Anyhow, I tell you it’s nothing but a cold. Give me another cup of coffee, will you?” Judith poured the coffee. Later she saw him depart amid misgivings. Arthur Knight looked too ill to be setting off for a day in the city. She was worried all morning. At 11 o’clock she telephoned and was told that Mr. Knight was in conference. Would she care to leave a message? Judith said no. Perhaps, after all. Arthur had been right. If business was taking his mind from him-

self maybe he really did feel better in the office. She and Tony had lunch together. There was one more final fitting of Tony's gold evening gown and Bert was instructed to have the car at the door at 2 o’clock. The younger girl had gone upstairs to dress, but Judith was in the dining room talking with Mrs. Wheeler when they heard someone enter the house. "I wonder —!” said Judith. She turned toward the hallway. Another moment and a stifled cry cut the air. CHAPTER THIRTY HER cry broke as she ran forward. “Arthur—you’re ill!” Knight had closed the door behind him and stood leaning against it heavily. His figure slumped and he gazed at Judith with dull eyes, which told the story. “All in,” he mumbled. The man’s voice was wheezy and unnatural. “Feeling—rotten!” He began pulling at his overcoat, trying to rid himself of it. The task seemed to tax his strength. Judith reached for the coat, held it as he withdrew his arms, “Mrs. Wheeler!” she spoke sharply to the housekeeper. “Get a doctor —hurry!” Yes, ma’am!” The woman had been watching anxiously from the doorway. “I'll telephone Dr. Shephard,” she said, and disappeared into the living room. “Don’t you think you had better go right upstairs?” Judith said to Arthur. “You look so tired.” “Want to get to bed,” he agreed. "Want to get—warm.” She took his arm to help him mount the flight, but he showed plainly he considered this an indignity. Judith stepped back and Arthur painfully and slowly proceeded up the staircase. They had reached the second hallway when the door of Tony’s bedroom was flung open. The girl appeared. She saw her father and her dark eyes filled with fright. Tony did not move. “Oh!” she cried. “Your father’s sick,” Judith said quietly. “Will you go downstairs and tell Mrs. Wheeler to bring up a hot pad and hot water bottles? See if she’s reached the doctor yet.” Arthur did not even look up. Tony watched an instant, then obeyed Judith’s Instructions. She was pale as she ran down the stairs. Fifteen minutes later Arthur | Knight lay snugly tucked into bed. | Judith patted at the coverings, in- ' effectively trying to make him more ! comfortable. The housekeeper had reported Dr. Shephard was on his way. ’ Judith looked down at her husband anxiously. His eyes were closed, his head turned so that the face was in proI file against the snowy background of the pillow. The cheeks were unnaturally and feverishly bright. He lay perfectly still. For an instant the girl’s heart ! seemed to cease beating. Then she saw’ the heavy rise and fall of Arthur's breathing and her terror vanished. He was very ill, but of course he would be bette rsoon. The doctor would know what to do. Why was he so slow? Knight stirred on his pillow. He grimaced as though the pain was intense. “I’m here, Arthur.” Judith told him. “Is there anything I can do for you—anything you want?” His answer was a sound, halfaudible, which seemed to mean there was nothing for her to ■*. a a a THERE ctme a rap at the door. Mrs. Wheeler’s head appeared from the hallway and she beckoned to Judith. On tiptoe the girl moved toward the door. “I think he’d ought to have a rood dose of something hot, ma’am. Can't I fix a cup of ginger tea or hot lemonade? Sweating is what it takes to break up grip——” Judith shook her head. “He's resting, now,” she said. *1 don’t think there's anything we can do until the doctor gets here. Isn’t it about time for him?”

—By Williams

“Yes, ma'am. Any minute now. Tony's waiting downstairs.” It was twenty minutes from the time Mrs. Wheeler telephoned before Dr. Shephard reached the Knight home. He came up the stairs preceded by Tony. "We called you to see my husband,” Judith told the doctor tremulously. “He’s resting now T ANARUS, but I’m afraid he’a very sick.” Dr. Shephard nodded, set his leather medical case on a chair and walked to the bedside. Then he cleared his throat: "H—mmm!” Tony, who looked awed and frightened, stood in the farther part of the room. Mrs. Wheeler lingered near the doorway and Judith recited briefly how Knight had complained of a cold the evening before and that morning, but had insisted on going to work in spite of it and came home exhausted. “H—mmm!” Said Dr. Shephard again. Stethoscope In hand, he drew a chair forward and sat dowm. “Well now, let’s just see about this!’ he said cheerfully and reached for Arthur Knight’s wrist. “What’ve you been up to, Knight?” * The sick man had opened his eyes since the doctor entered the room. He tried to respond to the greeting, but his smile was feeble. The doctor began counting the the pulse beat. “H—mmm!” he said again when he had finished and tucked the hand back under the covers. “Now we’ll just have a look at that throat ” The examination continued twenty minutes longer. Judith was at the doctor’s elbow, watching each movement, noting her husband’s expression, dispatching Mrs. Wheeler on errands and waiting anxioussly for the verdict. There was none forthcoming. “Now, Mrs. Knight,” said Dr. Shephard when he arose and began packing away his instruments, “we’re going to keep your husband right here in bed for a few days. “We’re going to give him rest. We’re going to watch that throat and I’ll leave you a prescription to be filled. Now so he can be just as comfortable as we want him to be, I think I’ll send out a nurse.” a a a HE paused. Judith’s eyes sought the doctor’s appealingly, but she did not interrupt. “The nurse should be here by 5 o’clock. She’ll have her instructions and know just what I want her to do. I think if you keep Mr. Knight quiet until she arrives everything will be all right.” He continued with minor instructions which Judith and Mrs. Wheeler both listened to carefully. Then, taking his hat and the leather medicine case, he bade them good day, promising to make another visit in the morning. (To Be Continued)

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THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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