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Synsixl* In hr extremity the society heiress Elesnor begs her chorus girl double to go to the bedside of her lover, Phil, who has attempted suicide but Cynthia refuses Because she feels that even though he is at the point of death Phil could not be deceived in the identity of the two girls. As they argue excitedly Eleanor Insists that Cynthia must go to Phil, because he will tear off his wrist bandages and bleed to death if she does not. There can be no further delay. CHAPTER SEVEN “'T'HEN what sort of a girl did you think I was, that I’d aid you in such a cruelty?” demanded Cynthia. “Exactly the same sort of a girl that I am,” replied Eleanor. ‘‘l’d do it for you.” She added the last sentence as casually, as carelessly, as though she were offering to give the other a cigaret. And the easy way in which she made the statement was, strangely enough, the most convincing proof of her sincerity. Before she realized what she was saying, Cynthia told her, “I know you would.” “I wonder why,” Eleanor mused aloud. “You’re going to do it for me, you know. Oh, I know it. And the reason that I know it, is because of what you just said, that you know I’d do the same thing for you. “Last night, when I first saw you, I thought of The Prince and the Pauper. Now I’m thinking of Jekyll and Hyde. Only we aren’t two natures in the same body; we’re one nature in two bodies.” She rose briskly from the couch. She walked to Cynthia and began tugging at the other girl’s blouse. As tnouxn nyonousod. Cynthia perinitteu ner dress to be removed. Then she pushed Eleanor away. “Anything—anything in the world. I can t help it. I know you’re wrong, wicked. But 1 11 do anything, because I think you’re right about it; that we are the same person. But not this! You know I can’t. To go to your husband—” She broke off, her cheeks and throat and bosom stained. Eleanor looked at her. “I promised Phil I’d come back. I must do that; but I won’t stay with him.” “But you say he’ll kill himself unless you do,” objected Cynthia. “But I’ll have time to plead with him. to persuade him. Remember, when he did what he did today, he hadn't seen me for four years. “After I’ve talked to him, had a long talk, things will be different. I’ll be able to leave him. It isn’t as thought I were asking you to do something wicked, really wicked. I’m only asking you to pretend to be me for a few hours.” “And suppose that before those few hours are up, your husband wants to start on his honeymoon?” Once again Cynthia flamed with color. “You can be sick, can’t you?” argued Eleanor. “I’m supposed to be lying in my room now. and I guess Mary, my maid, has made Dean and my father think I’m half mad with pain. Surely you can pretend that you’re not well enough to leave the house. The strain, the excitement —l’m not going to talk another second. Either you and ’ zrz so much each other that we must do what helps the other, or we aren't.” a a a SHE stepped back a pace and stared at her double. There was no trace of appeal in her eyes. Cynthia, returning her gaze, recognized the futility of argument. Were their positions reversed. Cynthia knew that, she would have rested her case exactly ss Eleanor now did. She saw in Eleanor that same quality which she knew existed in herself. Eleanor understood without words of assent. “I knew you would.” she exBut there was no note of triumph in her voice, no exultation. Weekly Cynthia sat down. Her valce sounded, when she spike, exactly ks though she had surrendered her mind and will to the influence of a mesmerist, so colorless it became. “There's so much to tell me,' she said. Eleanor shook her head. “I could carry a thing like this througl fir an hour or so without rehe' •sal, and so can you. You’ve seen r .an’s picture?” Cynthia nodded. The gesture was automatic, lifeless. If one nature lived m those two bodies, then at

the moment it seemed to dwell exclusively in Eleanor The other girl was but a reflection in a mirror. “And my father? You’d know his face?” went on Eleanor. Again Cynthia nodded. “Then there’s nothing more to worry about,” declared Eleanor. “The guests don’t matter. They’ll expect a bride to be flustered, especially if she has such a raging headache that she’s been compelled to lie down and rest. Just kiss the women, and let the men kiss you.” Despite the strain of the situation, Eleanor’s lips flickered in a smile to which Cynthia responded. “I believe,” Eleanor charged, "you’re seeing the funny side of this.” Life seemed to return to Cynthia. Animation came back to her manner, and her voice became edged again with vitality. “If I don’t smile, I’ll scream,” she replied. “But you have told me nothing. In the first two minutes I’ll say something that will give it all away.” “Say nothing; simply look pretty, and that’ll be easy.” “Are you flattering me or yourself?” demanded Cynthia. a a a T7LEANOR cocked her head on one side. “Both of us. We are a very pretty girl, you know.” She looked at her wrist watch. “But we can’t talk any longer. Here!” She unfastened the clasp of the watch and passed it to Cynthia. “Mustn’t overlook little details. Put it on.” She stripped a diamond solitaire from her finger. This, with her wedding ring, she handed to the other girl. Cynthia involuntarily shuddered, but accepted them. “Put them on,” ordered Eleanor. - “Not superstitious, are you?” she asked as the other girl hesitated. The blush had left Cynthia’s cheeks now; she was pale. “It seems so—so inevitable,” she faltered. “An omen of bad luck?” Resentment flared in Cynthia’s eyes. "How can you joke about it?” she cried. “For the same reason that you said that if you didn’t smile you’d scream. Do you think this is easy or pleasant for me?” “God knows what I think, except that we're both made and wicked,” Cynthia answered. “And discussion of our goodness or badness is ended now,” Eleanor said flatly. Balanced on ope foot, she unfastened a slipper; then, poised on the stockinged foot, she tore off the other. Even her stockings she removed. And all the time she talked. “You go through the Molvania; there’s a door at the right by the telephone desk. The key is in my purse. The flat key. You turn to the left and go up> two flights of stairs. “On the second landing you turn left again, and the first door is mine. Mary will open it when you call. That's all. She won’t have let any one in. Unless they’ve broken the door down, which isn’t likely.” She began feverishly putting on the dress and shoes which Cynthia had finally discarded. “I’ll keep most of the money in my purse.” she said. “Phil seemed hard up. and despite the fact that I bribed every cne heavily, they might not think that Phil could afford the sort of attention I want given him." “Keep it all,” said Cynthia. “I'll hardly need to spend any money in the next hour. And if I should, I have my own.” “My money is yours from now,” said Eleanor. ‘Not because of this “Suppose, ’’ suggested Cynthia, “that your husband wishes to see me alone for a moment?” “Hes a politician,” smiled Eleanor. “Quite the biggest interests in the country are at. the reception. He'll be building a few fences. Besides"—and her eyes twinkled—- " Dean isn’t vulgarly demonstrative.” ana THEN that recklessness which was so salient a part of her flared up. “At that, he wouldn't be the first

—By Williams

man that had tried to kiss you. You certainly could fend him off for a few moments.” Whence came the common strain in this lovely girl? Cynthia asked herself. For it was there. To talk, even to hint at kisses that might be claimed by the birdegroom, argued a lack of delicacy that made Eleanor seem a different person. And to jest about it, was an affront. Cynthia almost had persuaded herself that Eleanor’s definition of them as one nature in two bodies, was correct, so dulled had events rendered her. But now she knew that, alike as they were in body and emotion, their souls were two distinct entities. Not that she condemned; she merely recognized. She never could censure Eleanor. She recognized this with the same fatalism with which she had accepted, last night, the fact that they two always would be bound together, with the same fatalism with which she had known that however bizarre Eleanor’s demands might be, they would be acceded to by her. Both were dressed now. Eleanor even had donned the carefully repaired stockings of Cynthia. She wriggled in the frock, adjusting it smoothly. “We’d better go out one at a time. Two of us together would be a trifle too exciting,” said Eleanor. “You go first. I’ll follow in five minutes.” Cynthia looked at her. “And in an hour ” Impatiently Eleanor interrupted her. “Less than that. I’ll talk to Phil. I’ll plead with him. I’ll agree to divorce Dean! He can ask no more than that. But an hour more of absence will wreck everything. Heaven only knows what people are saying now. My dear go!” There was a quick embrace, a glimpse of swelling tears in the eyes of each, and then Cynthia had passed through the door. She started to ring for the elevator, then decided that Eleanor might do that thing, and that the elevator boy might be startled into lasting memory and its consequent suspicions. So she walked down the stairs and through the lobby, where still lounged the colored telephone clerk. On the sidewalk a taxi man greeted her. “Was getting a bit nervous miss. Though I should have known a swell dame like you would never gyp a poor chauffeur out of his dough. Where do we go from here?” Eleanor had not told her that a taxi waited downstairs. However, Cynthia stepped into it Even had she been used to intrigue, the complexity of this affair would have blinded her to the importance of little details. (To Be Continued.) Bond Sale Held By Times Special MARION. Ind., June 11.—A bond issue of $39,C00 to remodel Chic hall into city offices was on sale here today.

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