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l! MOIW Will TODAY IiANK BARRirrr. IS, and beautiful, > 1° dinner with MOLLY CRONIN, a ! "<. two of Mollj’a men friend*. The two men quarrel and one la shot. Llane frantically send* a note to her mother CASS BARRETT, asking her to come at once. Due to the mother'* pleading SHANE McDERMU), the policeman In charge, releases the girl. ,C**J 1* a rather faded actress emp oyed In a stock company, she and Llane go to the theater and later that evening the girl encounter* a handsome stranger who calls her by name. A *w days later Cass and Llane go to Willow Btream. L. 1., where Cass has an engagement In a small summer theater •ponsored by the wealthy MRS. CLEEB fAUOH. iIBIE MINTEft. lngenue,lnPAUfIH* Uane 10 CLiVE CLkESLlane' la employed to share box office dutle* with MURIEL LADD, a society tlrl. Shane McDermld comes to tell that the man wounded in the gun nght will live. Llane Is relieved greatly. Muriel Ladd invites Llane to a dinner party at her home and there the girl again meets the handsome stranger who spoke to her at the theater. His name Is VAN ROBARD. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOUR (Con.) Somewhere out there where the light* lay along the shore like Jewels In a string, Llane was laughing, dancing. This was for her a night stolen out of all the dull nights, one to be richly remembered. Music throbbing out of the darkness, fine fabrics to touch, servitors. Was this what life meant? Or did it mean working and saving, scrimping to pay the rent, wondering if there would be enough left to buy a winter coat? Cass hardly knew. She fell asleep, presently, beset by the problem. Liane came In at 12 to find her so. u u “Ta/rOTHER, mother!” she called, kneeling. There was a note of panic In the girl’s voice. "Mother mother 1” How white and still Cass seemed lying there with her thin hand doubled under her cheek. Fear clatched at the heart of the girl. But Cass stirred, woke and smiled dimly. "Had a good time sweet?” "Oh, marvelous!” Liane breathed. “Muriel said I was silly to rush off like Cinderella but I’d promised you. And” (this somewhat shyly), "M. Robard drove me home. The rest had gone to the club and ” She stopped short at Cass’ stricken look. "What—what did you say, darling?” her mother inquired, in a voice that sounded strained, unreal. "Who drove you?” "A Mr. Van Robard. Awfully good-looking. Why?” “Ah-h-h!” Cass had closed her eyes and her cheeks that had been white were sudden scarlet. “Why, mother, you frighten me. Honestly you do!” Liane had dropped to her knees and was rubbing the cold hand with both her warm young brown ones. “Don’t look that way, please! What Is it all about? Do you know him?” “Llane!” Cass sat up, pushing her tumbled hair back from her haggard face. "Promise me—promise me you won’t have anything to do with that man. I can’t explain. Believe me, I’d like to, but I must not. That’s all I can say!” tt u u The girl, startled by Cass’ wild look and passionate manner, was curbed to Instant acquiescence. Quietly she said, "Mother, do calm yourself. Os course I’ll do as you say! It doesn’t matter in the least, anyway. I’ll probably never see him again. Only—well, he didn’t seem at all like a villain. I do wish you could tell me why you object to him so. but if you can’t, you can’t.” Her troubled eyes caught the flash of panic In those of her mother. Llane hastened to add, "I’ll cut him dead if I pass him on the road, if it will make you happier." Instantly she regretted the words. Why, if she did that she would be a traitor to her own heart. Cass’ only answer was a sigh "Don’t worry, please,” Liane urged. Coming to her mother’s side, she laid her cool cheek against the older woman’s faded one. “He’s nothing in my life, you know,” she said firmly. But as she said it the thought flashed through Liane’s mind that nothing could be farther from the truth. She caught her breath, remembering the stirring of her pulse as that somber face had gazed at her five minutes before in the moonlit stillness. Os the deep voice saying, “Good-night, sweet child.” Llane could not understand her own emotions. She had turned her face toward his as a child might, waiting, hoping for his kiss. With a flush of something like shame she remembered his muttered, reluctant “I can’t.” Then he had bent and put a kiss into the palm of her hand. No,

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| It would not be easy to forget Van Robard. That Llane knew! m m CHAPTER FIVE T lANE stood in the wings. Her mother Just was coming off the stage, rather triumphant after her bout with those Impudent lines from Congreve. “Nerve they have—putting on this stuff,” fumed Elsie, settling a pancake hat on her curled wig. "It’s supposed to be awfully funny, but I think it’s terrible!” Liane said innocently that some of the play had seemed amusing, but that for the most part she thought it was rather dull. “Oh, you wouldn’t know what it was all about anyway.” Thus Elsie, in disgust. She flounced on and Llane went around to the front to her station in the box office. The second act was nearly over. There was only a bare chance that some latecomer might arrive, demanding'tickets. Liane crept through the darkened house to the tune of well-bred laughter from the subscribers as the bon mots were tossed over the footlights. The lobby, with its modernistic zigzags of silver on a slate-blue background, Its astonishing mural showing Circe among her swine, made her catch her breath as usual. It was such a bold riot of color and design. She took her place demurely behind the gilded bars and fell to sorting stubs with an idle hand. Liane was in a dream, remembering the party of the night before, Van Robard bending over her hand. His dark -eyes . . . full on hers. No, she had said he meant nothing in her young life. But that was far from the truth. She had thrilled to the touch of him. His voice had stirred her in an odd, disturbing way. It wasn’t so much what he had said as what he had left unsaid. Muriel had cooed with a stabbing note under her sweetness, “Made a killing, haven’t you?” Liane had pretended not to know what she meant. She wanted to keep Muriel’s friendship. Why, she was the only young thing Liane knew In all the length of Long Island. And Liane was lonely. She needed friends. Mother—well, of course, mother was wonderful. But then she was so fearful that Llane wouln’t be properly guarded, protected. Liane wanted life—giddy, brimming life. She said to herself that maybe she wa sa bit tired of protection. Not that she wasn’t grateful to Mother I Oh, no! tt a SHE was interrupted In her reverie by a soft voice at the window. Liane looked up to see a strange man standing there, regarding her fixedly. A lean man with a soft gray hat pulled well down over his eyes. “Too late for the fun?” he asked. “I really don’t think it would be worth your while coming in so late,” Liane told him. "How about tickets for tomorrow night?” “I’ve come all the way from town. To do a review for The Sphere,” the lean man amplified. “Give me one in the rear, there’s a good girl. I can get some of it, anyway.” “You have credentials?” Liane asked, grown up and important. The lean young man looked faintly amused. He pulled from his picket a soiled and battered police card which gave his name as Charles Desmond. “All right, Mr. Desmond.” Liane punched a blue ticket with due solemnity and handed it to him. Then she locked up the cage, opened the front door cautiously and showed him to a seat. Muriel was off dufl tonight, so Liane was doubling so. her. "Thanks.” The young man settled down in a lazy posture. As Liane,fled back she had an impression of long legs, a shabby gray suit which somehow suited the rangy figure, the scent of Turkish cigarets. "Fresh, but rather nice,” she commented to herself. Too bad Muriel had missed him. Muriel professed to a "yen” for newspaper men, thought them "so frightfully romantic.” Well, maybe they were. Liane didn’t know much about them. But she wondered how Muriel could prefer any man to the ro-mantic-looking Van Robard, whose dinner clothes fitted him as if he had been poured into them, whose gardenia, top hat and stick made him a perfect picture of What the

Well Dressed Young Man Will Wear. She went to the screen doors and looked out into the sweet-scented night. It was infinitely dark. Only a faint powdering of far-off stars hinted of a sky arching that black velvet darkness. What a night! As she stood there Liane heard a faint whistle, saw a cigaret describe an arc in the dimness of the circular drive before the theater. "Hello, there,” called a gay voice. She peered out "Oh, it’s you, Muriel?” She was conscious of a vague feeling of disappointment. Whom she had been expecting she couldn’t have said. The other girl came out of the darkness with a rush and a swirl, bringing with her the faint, sweet odor of Jasmine. She was all in white, white taffeta frock swirling around her ankles, creamy white velvet wrap, pearls at her throat, a sparkle of crystal at her small, high-arched white slippers. Dazzling, Liane thought her, as she stood there. She was panting, a little as if she had been running. "You didn’t expect me, I know,” she said, smiling. "But I just had to come. Tell me —did Chuck stop by yet?” "Chuck?” "Oh, heavenly day! Muriel evidenced impatience. “Chuck Desmond from the Sphere. Grimes told me when I got in from grandmother’s that he’d phoned he was on his way. I’m mad to see him. Where is he?” nun MURIEL'S eyes were starry Her young bosom heaved with excitement. Liane thought she had never seen her look so lovely. "I put him in S-l, on the left,” she said automatically. "Now, look,” began Muriel portentously. “I’m going in to sit with him. Wait! Who’s here tonight? The Wakenings or the Bairds or the Stapletons?” Liane wrinkled her brows. “Let’s see? No, none of those. But your cousins, Grace and Sylvia Masters, are down in B.” "Oh, hell, I don’t; want to be seen,” muttered Muriel, rebelliously. "Those old scarecrows will be sure to run to mother the instant she arrives. But I’ve got to see him. Look, you romp in and tell him I’ll wait in the car. Down at the end of the drive. Tell him to leave early and we’ll break away. Or no, you can’t say all that. The whole gang will stop watching the show and listen in. Give me some paper and I’ll write him a note.” Muriel’s fingers shook a little as she wrote. "My friend for life,” she told Liane, dramatically, handing her the missive. Desmond cocked a humorous eye at the tall girl who bent over his shoulder with the folded slip. "Thanks,” the deep voice said laconically, and several dowagers turned to glare as Liane slid out. Muriel was strolling restlessly up and down, her taffeta skirt crackling. She turned to stare at Liane. "Thanks,” she said. "I’d have died if I’d missed that message tonight. Haven’t seen him since Wednesday.” Then she threw back her head and laughed soundlessly at Liane’s amazed look. "Yes, I’m absolutely head over heels with the young man,” she explained. Don’t be a goof. He’s the most absolutely priceless lamb. Oh, you should hear him talk! It’s too marvelous.

(To Be Continued)

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