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JULY 21, 1930.

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CHAPTER FORTY (Continued.) The producer had not said that Bennie was losing his job because of Thomas Sanver, but Bennie shrewdly suspected that Sanver had something to do with it. Maybe the reason he’d been unable to find another job was because Zogbaum had passed the word to other producers to lay off Bennie Thompson. a a a SANVER thought he was some sort of a crook. Bennie earnestly assured himself that he was nothing of the kind If Sanver knew that Bennie had made a mistake, Sanver might tell Zogbaum to quit picking on Bennie. * There might not be a million in it, but Bennie might be able to quit trouping with a road show, and be back on Broadway, where he belonged. That night he wrote a letter to Thomas Sanver: Dear Sir—You thought I was giving you a bunch of hot air when I told you that I thought your daughter and a chorus girl named Cynthia Brown were the same person. I was wrong, but I wasn’t giving you hot air. Brown is working in The Sultan's Bride company, which I have just joined. She calls herself Jane Thomas, and if you could see her you’d know that I was honestly mistaken when I thought she was Mrs. Carey I’d like to be'back in a Broadway show' where a man of my personality and ability has a chance to show what he can do. If you w r ant to prove how honest I am. and how honestly I was mistaken. I’ll try and get a photograph of Brown to send to you. Yours very truly, BENNIE THOMPSON. Cupid probably would have had a convulsion if he had been told that he looked like Bennie Thompson. Cynthia didn't know the name of the town. It was just like any other. She had recovered from her momentary weakness, and was prepared to meet Bennie Thompson calmly. But Bennie, after a few inquiries as to her health, let her alone. Now, six nights after her faint, automatically going through the songs and dances of the performance, her. attention was directed to a righthand box. Had her eyes lifted upon its occupants in the middle of the number she would perhaps have been unable to finish it, but she was dancing offstage as she recognized Tom Sanver and Dean Carey. a a a HER mind reverted instantly to Bennie Thompson. Some lingering doubt had caused him to notify the two men in the world whom she least wished to see. And they had come down here. But for what purpose? Didn’t they know that while she might be willing to meet Tom Sanver again, she never could face Dean's eyes again? The other girls were grouped in the wings preparatory to dancing out again in the encore which the audience was demanding. But Cynthia walked rapidly toward the dressing-room which she shared with a dozen other members of the chorus. With fingers that trembled but yet did not falter, she stripped off the

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scanty costume she wore. Swiftly she donned her street clothes. What money she had, she always carried with her. Her trunk and clothing she would abandon. She’d run to the railroad station and catch the first train for anywhere. It didn’t matter where she went: nothing mattered except that she must get away. And so she ran out of the stage door right into the arms of Dean Carey. He held her tightly. His voice was exultant: “I thought, when you didn't appear for the encore, that you must have seen me, and that you’d do something like this.” “Let me go,” she gasped. There was more than exultation in his voice now; there was a conqueror's confidence. "Never in this world,” he told her. "But you can’t; you mustn’t,” she pleaded. That lightness which was always so surprising in him came to the fore now. "Tell me thirty or forty good reasons why I can't, why I mustn’t,' he mocked her. "You have no right,” she said. "Not unless you give me the right,” he laughed; "but can you withhold It?” She ceased struggling. She looked up at him. "Dean, what do you want of me?” "Now? To hear you say you love me. Later? To marry you.” a a a HE was free; there was no reason in the world why she should keep back from him that admission of love which he wanted —nothing save a feeling of disloyalty toward the girl who was dead. But that feeling was insurmountable. "I can’t marry you,” she told him. "Can you deny you love me?’’ He ignored what she said. "I can’t do that,” she admitted. He laughed triumphantly. "Once before you couldn't deny it, but you wouldn’t admit your inability, Cynthia, you know you love me, and I know it. Listen, my dear. On that | night when you said my wife would be waiting for me, didn’t you intend to be there?” The color burned her skin, hurting her. - "Please—please—” she begged. "Instead. Eleanor came home. Cynthia, it’s no disloyalty to her for me to say that the instant I saw her, while I still thought she was you, I knew I didn't love her. "She knew that I loved you. She told me, that very night, that she knew she was dying, and she begged me to find you. She begged me to marry you. She wanted you to have me and wanted me to have you. a a a “QHE said that that could be the u only justification for what she had done. If, in doing something that might have made me miserable for life, she would have done something to make me happy, then death would have lost what little terror it had for her.” She knew that he told the truth. That spiritual twinship which had been dissolved seemed to exist again. She seemed to hear Eleanor begging her to yield to Dean. Os was merely her own thoughts t&kcourse, this was ridiculous. This

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ing on substance, her wishes becoming vocalized. She found herself voicing an unworthw protest: "Every one will say that you married me simply because I look like Eleanor,” she said. Was she jealous of the dead girl? Shame possessed her. “Dean, forgive me. I didn’t mean that. Eleanor wanted me to take' her place. If she wants me to now ” "This time you must do it for me.” he said. She never answered him with words, but her lips told him the answer that he wanted. The End. LIMESTONE DUST SAFER Workers in Indiana Industry More Fortunate Than Others. By Timm Special BLOOMINGTON, Ind., July 21. Research shows that workers in limestone quarries and fabricated here and at Bedford, suffer less from effects of dust than any other group engaged in the industry. This situation is due to the fact that Indiana limestone contains less silica than other stone. Tuberculosis and Bright's disease often affect those engaged in handling sandstone, however, and the same is true of workers in granite and quartz. Exhaust systems which keep dust laden air moving away from workers are declared the best protection. Respirators have also been used, but are unsatisfactory, due to discomfort of wearing them, and they also impede movements of workmen. Pool Donor Dies I'd Timm Special SHELBYVILLE. Ind, July 21. Mrs. Louella Porter, 62, who with her, husband, Enos Porter, presented a $45,000 swimming pool to the city of Shelbyville, as a memorial to their son, William, is dead after a short illness. Mrs. Porter was active in club work and other women’s activities and a leader in the Presbyterian church. Bride of Eleven Days Sued Bu Timet Special FT. WAYNE. Ind., July 21 James F. Hoover is asking a divorce from Mrs. Mary A. Hoover, who became his bride only eleven days ago. She refused to prepare his meals, he alleges.

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Automobiles reported to police as stolen belong to: Homer Franklin. 1225 North Grant avenue. Auburn roadster, from Capitol avenue and Market street. Walter Reed. 2930 North Dearborn street. Ford sedan, from Capitol avenue and Ohio street.

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Stolen automobiles recovered by police belong to: Kenneth Brown. Charlotte ;ile. Ford coupe, found at 408 West Michigan street. Murlln Bovd. 4701 Sangster avenue. Ford coupe, found at Liberty and North streets.

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