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BEGIN HEBE TODAY BERYL BORDEN secretly In love with TOMMY WILSON, prevents his attempt eionment with her half-sister. IRENE EVERETT, bv kidnaping him with the assistance of her 'Kane" Falling to convince him of his duty to finish coilese and not disappoint his •tint. Bervl lets Tommy return to Irene, who. enraged at the delay, refuses to !ope with him. Irene is granted an audition over radio. She condescends to let Bervl accompany her to the studio. While waiting In an anteroom. Bervl sits down at a piano •nd croons melodies while thinking of her dead father. Accidentally hearing her. one of the directors i3 charmed and gives her a private test. He like the velvety tones of her voice and assures her of a contract with MR. GAYLORD, soap manufacturer Irene falls, and is furious When she hears Bervl has had a test. She misrepresents facts to home folks and savs Bervl has made a fool of herself. Such sarcasm makes Bervl miserable as times eoes bv and she hears pofhlr.g from the studio. Then after she had given up hope, the letter come : and she slips away for an interview with Mr. Oavlord. She is nervous, but ele-nted to ec.ta%v. when prcr.enttd with a contract. The flaw in tier hafininoss is thn* the fears Tommj will think she had robbed Irene. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOURTEEN WOULDN’T Tommy believe, now that she'd got a contract to sing at the broadcasting station where Irene had hoped to trill her soprano notes, that she had robbed her sister of her chance? This was the thought that marred Beryl’s joy. Wouldn’t it look as if there might be something in the charges Irene had brought against her? Tommy might be fair, but he was infatuated. . . . Yes, that was just what he was, Beryl thought angrily. Simply infatuated. And an infatuated man could believe anything that had a semblance of truth in it. She was more disappointed in having her satisfaction with the day’s events lessened than she cared to own. She couldn’t take lightly the possibility that Tommy would misjudge her. But It did seem that something in life ought to be perfect. And if she couldn't be blindly, joyously elated at this time. . . . She arrived home exasperated with her depression. "What do I care what any one thinks?” she had said to herself over and over before she got there. "Tommy Wilson Is nothing to me!” But it did no good. She said nothing to any one about the precious contract until the family were at dinner. Then she spoke of it quietly, looking across the table at her mother. “I don't suppose Dad tcld you that I went to town today,” she remarked. And then, before her mother could reply, she hurried on: "I was called in to sing again at RKG for Mr. Gaylord, the soap man. He’s putting on an advertising campaign to popularize Velvetan—his new summer soap—and he wanted someone who wasn’t either a singer or a crooner and. . . “Good heavens! Stop and get your breath,” her mother exclaimed. "What are you talking about?” "Well, if you hadn’t stopped me I’d have told you. It seems that I’m like that—neither a singer nor a crooner—and he liked my voice and I’m to sing on his radio hour. They’re going to call me the Velvetan Girl with the velvet voice.” She could not resist a glance at Irene, who, had she been troubled with high blood pressure, undoubtedly would have been threatened with apoplexy. “I don't believe it!” Irene shrieked after a struggle to get her breath. Thereafter there was much commotion at the Everett family dinner table for a good half-hour. Beryl lost her depression and enjoyed her triump. They’d been treating her pretty shabbily and she was intensely human. a st a WHEN it was all over Irene was upstairs, declaring she wouldn’t stand for it. She'd leave home if her mother allowed Beryl to make a laughing stock out of her like that. Every one knew she’d had a voice test and hadn’t got anything out of it. That was humiliation enough without this! And Mrs. Everett was on the living room couch trying to ward off a sick headache with an ice pack. She didn’t want Beryl near her, so the girl whose good news had caused a volcanic eruption in the family drove disconsolately away from the house in her old car to

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pick up some of the gang and tell, them she'd got the contract. "And so you see,” she ended soft-! ly, "there is a fairy godmother and j a magic wand, after all. Don’t ever forget that, men. Some day some i of you may doubt it—but you never j know what’s just around the corner.” One of the boys Pigmy squirmed uneasily. “Well, what you so sad about it for?” he asked. "Sad?” Bervl echoed, and laughed. “I’m crying with joy,” she said, because she guessed they’d seen the glint of tears in her eyes. ’ Say,” Mike exclaimed suddenly. "We’ll have to send you flowers!” "Flowers?” "Sure for your .. . your de ” he paused, helplessly involved with the word he’d been practicing to spring on Pigmy the first chance he got. Mike had an older sister who liked to think of her first party as her debut and call it that, too. “Debutt,” Pigmy aided him, and got nothing but a grunt of disgust in thanks. Pigmy, had an older sister who had been overheard discussing her friend's “debutt.” "Let’s leave the French until we become musketeers,” Beryl advised. “I’ll love the flowers.” She had in mind a huge bunch of blooms, surreptitiously plucked from neighboring gardens. But Mike disabused her mind of the idea that it would be done in any such fashion. “And it ain’t gonna bo no measly bunch of pansies, either,” he promised. "We're gonna get you a swell bowkay.” And so it was—a swell bowkay with "Roses are red and violets are blue. Sugar is sweet and so are you,” accompanying it. Before Beryl received It on the night of her debut, while she was struggling with a teacher to take the crudeness out of her voice, the boys worked like young Trojans to achieve its magnificence. ana BERYL herself helped, unknowingly. She, like the others who contributed their services or their money, believed that she was doing it to benefit Snooks, Pigmy’s dog. The boys had tied one of the animal’s hind legs up in splints and muslin and unblushingly declared that he would be a cripple for life. They wanted, so they said to the people they approached in respect to the matter, to get him an up-to-date dog house. Beryl wanted to see the leg, but they solemnly assured her that the splints must not be removed. She had her doubts, but she agreed to do what they asked. All they asked was that she drive her car over to the lot on which they were staging their benefit circus and let them use it in their medicine men act. Their familities contributed other properties and in some cases paid admittance as well. Strangers paid admittance in all cases. Beryl’s money alone was refused. It was a big event and had a good attendance. Snooks was given a seat of honor in the "royal box” at the right of the main "stage” and there Pigmy kept watch over him. For his sister, who had been refused a part in the show (girls weren’t allowed), threatened to bring her pet cat and find out if Snooks was really a cripple, or if it was "just a fake, like she thought it was.” The medicine men sold small bottles of lemonade, sweetened with black molasses, and called it a tonic. There was a shoting gallery, where beans were used as the ammunition, and the usual assortment of freaks were on exhibition: the (pillow) fat man, the tattooed man (whose mother was filled with horror at sight of the ink marks on his half naked body); the sword (collapsible) swallowing man; the ape man (who’d have a time removing the glued-on hair), and the man you could stick pins in. This last was a very ingeniously arranged freak. Floyd Merton it was, standing under a box with his head and hands protruding at the proper places to appear at part of the dummy seated on the box. Just how Floyd would account to his mother for the disappearance of a bed quilt that still had a year or two wear in it, the boys had not yet determined.

Nor was it settled how the ape man would explain to his father how the stuffing happened to be missing from the back seat of his old flivver when the fact was noted. All that could come later when the fever of inventiveness had cooled. a o a FOR the present it was a thrilling show. There was a sleight of hand act that brought a gasp of dismay and "My best bridge cards!” from Mrs. Walter, and the end of the journey for a half dozen eggs that Mr. Everett had donated. A male quartet brought forth hearty applause, as did some fancy tap dancing, but the act of the evening, in the principal actor’s opinion at any rate, was the one entitled “A Newsboy’s Dream.” Conceived, staged and acted by Michael Dorgan, it was a masterpiece of prapaganda. Mike w r as, in real life, the boy who delivered papers in the neighborhood. He wanted a bicycle on which to make his rounds, but because of something in the past his father would not get him one. And so Mike’s act (his father, he saw to it, had a first row seat) showed the suffering of a lad who was forced to walk miles each day to deliver his papers. Then he went to sleep when he stopped to rest a moment from his weary burden (a large paper box wrapped in a newspaper) and dreamed that he had a bicycle. He got up (still dreaming) and found it where it had been concealed on the stage beneath a pile of gunny sacks that were supposed to look like tree stumps. * As he mounted the bicj-cle and rode happily around the stage, Gilbert Walter, to whom it belonged, thought maybe he hadn’t appreciated it enough. Mike certainly seemed thrilled. He whistled and rode and twirled his bundle (that a moment before had been so heavy) lightly around his head and generously refrained from looking at his father. Mr. Dorgan became decidedly uncomfortable as understanding laughter broke loose around him. It was, however, the remark of a girl sitting behind him that stirred his anger. (To Be Continued) STEVE’S MURDER CASE BEFORE HIGH COURT Supreme Bench Denies Petition of Attorneys for D. C. Once more the D. C. Stephenson ! murder case is ready for decision l from the supreme court, where it j has been pending for more than five years. The high court Wednesday sustained the demurrer of AttorneyGeneral James M. Ogden, which means denial of a petition of Stephenson attorneys for the supreme court to mandate the Hamilton circuit court to entertain a petition for writ of error coram nobis. Judge Fred Hines of the Hamilton court had refused to hear the writ petition on the grounds that he was without jurisdiction since the murder appeal is pending. Docket again is cleared in the supreme court for the final ruling in the murder case, $15,000 TO SHOWGIRL —55,000 A FRECKLE Supreme Court Hands Down Decision for Lotion; Took Skin, Too. NEW YORK, May 14.—Virginia Hart, 23-year-old showgirl, has been awarded $15,000, at the rate of $5,000 per freckle, by the supreme court, because a bottle of freckle lotion not only removed the three freckles, but also part of her skin, causing her to leave the stage temoorarily. She had asked for SIOO,OOO.

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

Night found Carl Kraski still cold and hungry, and panting from exhaustion. He slept in the crotch of a great tree while the hunting carnivora roared and growled through the blackness of the jungle about him. Shivering with terror he would start to wakefulness as the long hours of a feanul night dragged out until it seemed that dawn would never come. But come it did and once agfljn he took up his stumbling way toward the gcst.

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Eagerly he dragged his steps toward it. He heard a woman’s voice raised in anger and the deep tones of a man replying. The man’s voice was that of the supposed dead Esteban and the woman’s voice belonged to Flora Hawkes. Kraski called Esteban by name and the false Tarzan, followed by the girl, came from the hut. Had Kraski not heard his voice, he would have thought it was Tarzan of the Apes, so remarkable was the resemblance.

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MAY 14, 1931

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