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begin HERE today BARRETT And h*r ot . h *^ir.P AM L BARRETT - •*<** actress. *? *° Y*^ ow ,Stream. L, 1., for the *umvl.to And Liane Know* VAN ROBARD. handsome millionaire. She asks the alrl not to see him any more. MTTRirL LADD, debutante. Is believed to have elooed with CHUCK DESMOND, renorter. and Llane accompanies Robara In a search. Muriel turns uo safe and sound ELSIE MINTER crushes Llane bv telllne her there Is eossip about Robard and MRS. LADD News comes of Muriel s engagement to Van. Cass Barrett (roes on tour, leaving Llane with the rich MRS. CLEEB- - at Willow Stream. Cass Is taken seriously ill and Llane goes to her. Casa recovers. I In her delirium the sick woman babbles of some mvsterv concemlne her dead sister. Luisa. Casa comes back to tne • Cleesnaueh's home to convalesce. CLIVE CLEESPAUGH. Bood-looktns son of the house, asks Llane to marrv him. She refuses at first, but ltfter accepts for her mother's sake. FANNY AMBERTON and TRESBA LORD sisters, come to visit the Cleespauehs. Tressa la ride to Llane. Robard dines there and make love to Llane. She tells him she Is to be married. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY (Continued) “Not a bit of it Van was in prep school. Millie’s people put him through, I believe. But they were Stoney most of the time. “Dirk and Millie were married just before the war—in 1913, I believe. You were too young. You woudn’t remember. But there was a lot of newspaper talk. She stopped. “Newspaper talk?” Tressa asked, her curiosity sharpened by an evasive quality in her sister’s voice. "What about? It wasn’t a terribly Unconvential match, was it?” “Oh, no. Millicent was a Bradshaw. Baltimore society—the finest. That wasn’t it.” Fanny glanced at the door uneasily. “I hate to talk about it Eva might come in. She often does for a late chat.” “Don’t be an idiot,” Tressa snapped. “She’ll knock and then you can change the subject. Anyhow, u'hy should Eva mind?” “Dirk and she were great friends —and Millie was a distant cousin. You know how she is about her friends and family. Touchy as the deuce.” “Well, tell me anyhow,” persisted Tressa. “I’m dying of curiosity.” Fanny leaned forward. “Dirk Robard had been married a few years before,” she said solemnly. “It all came out in the newspapers *vhen he married Millie.” “Well, what of it?” Tressa wanted to know. “What had happened?” “The girl was beautiful every one said,” Fanny explained. “I never saw her, but Aunt Addle did and said she was a raving, tearing beauty. Then suddenly she dropped out of sight. No one knew where or why. “Dirk went abroad for a year. The rumor was that she had died, but when he married Millie Bradshaw the papers unearthed a divorce. Divorces were more or less hews back in 1913.” “They still are,” Tressa said drily. “Anyhow, Van came into a good thing,” Fanny went on with relish. *He is sole heir to that enormous fortune. Millie died in 1920, a year biter Dirk. They left him everything.” a u TRESSA Bat down at the dressing table concentrating on her fcleek skin. Little rose-colored jars l.nd bottles yielded up their contents to supplement her beauty. “Good story,” she observed, patting in some creamy colored unguent. “And Muriel Ladd, who doesn’t teed a penny of it, is going to step Into all that money,” Fanny murInured. “Do you think so, really?” Tresfca asked cryptically. Fanny stared. “Why, Tressa Lord, whatever are ton driving at?” Tressa laughed. "Van’s had affairs before,” she fountered evasively. "You’re surely not so naive as to believe that just because his engagement to Muriel nas been announced they’ll go through with it!” “Adele had better marry that girl off and quickly, too,” Fanny replied. “She’s one of the naughty post-war children these dreadful .young men always are writing books about.” Tressa yawned. “Well, if anyone writes a book about Muriel Ladd don’t ask me to read it, please. I’d be bored to death. These bad brats who think up shocking things to say weary me.” “You were bom seven years too early for that sort of thing,” Fanny observed with satisfaction. Tressa stood up, winding the sleek

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folds of her robe about her lovely figure with an impatient movement. “Don’t remind me of my seniority,” she urged, a rasp in her voice. “You know I didn’t mean to do that,” Fanny said amiably. Tressa leaned nearer to the mirror over the full-skirted dressing table, her eyes opened wide. “Well, I'm reminded of it entirely too often,” she said with bitterness. "I’m still on the block and Muriel has had a bidder. Don’t rub It in.” Her sister said. “You’ve had chances. It isn’t as if—” With an impatient gesture Tressa | interrupted. “Oh, I know, I know! j You’ve given me every advantage. Let’s not go over all that again.” j Her beautiful mouth was twisted. Her long hands u*ere clenched at her sides. Fanny attempted to head off the tantrum which threatened. “You’re beautiful enough,” she said, “to land anybody. But you’re too clever, I think. You say things that wound a man’s pride. You never lose a chance to be biting.” Tressa frowned. “You always say that. You’re milk and water and I’m vinegar. Is that what you mean?” Fanny refused to be annoyed. “I’m sleepy,” she said softly. “And I’m tired of this conversation. You’re young enough anyway not to look like a hag after late hours, so clear out and let me get my beauty sleep.” Tressa was mollified. Her mercurial temper abated. “Stop worrying, old lady. I’ll get off in style one of these days,” she prophesied as she kissed her sister goodnight. “I may have some ideas you don’t even suspect on this marriage business.” Fanny affected pleased surprise. She was glad to part for the night on a friendly note. “That’s simply marvelous, chick,” she said. "Tell me what you’re plotting.” “Can’t just now,” Tressa said. ‘Wait and see!” CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CASS looked strange and unfamiliar in her old black frock. It sat loosely on her, with that curious air street clothes assume w'hen donned by the convalescent. Her hair was nicely dofie, though, and In spite of her thinness and obvious air of frailty she looked well. Llane said, “Mother, aren’t you smart! Walking around this way.” “I’ve told Miss Nesbit we won’t need her any more,” Cass said firmly. “Mrs. Cleespaugh wanted her to stay on, but it’s nonsense. I’m well as well can be. And so anxious to pay back my indebtedness.” Liane gave her a worried glance. “Dearest, you mustn’t. The doctor says you’re coming along splendidly but you’re not able to get back into harness for a while.” “Look here, honey,” said Cass with something of her old, capable manner, “I’ve been taking care of you, 10, these nineteen summers and it’s too late to turn the tables. Besides, I can’t stay on here much longer. “You’ve heard of wearing out one’s welcome! Mrs. Cleespaugh has been fine and I appreciate it, but there’s no reason I should become a pensioner of hers.” Liane said faintly, “Perhaps there is a reason.” “What do you mean?” “Clive wants me to marry him. Do you mind?” “Clive!” said Cass, thunderstruck. “Young Mr. Cleespaugh? But you scarcely know him!” “I know him well enough,” Liane answered. He’s—he’s awfully nice.” Cass played with her strand of Imitation pearls. “You love him, honey?” “I’m terribly fond of him,” Liane told her honestly. "He’s been splendid to me.” “That would solve everything,” Cass murmured as if to herself. Her brow cleared. “I won’t pretend, darling, that I haven’t been worried about you. “It’s a battle, this life of ours, and you haven’t had all the advantages I might have wished for i you. This—why this would be won- ! derful! You’d never have to worry again.” She mused a moment. “A good marriage is what I’ve always wanted for you, Liane. Love and a fine young man. Not one of these jaun- ; diced old playboys one sees around ” She sighed. “Well, j this is news!” J “You’ll stay on then,” Liane

pleaded. “This does make a difference, doesn’t it?” “I suppose so,” Cass agreed. “Although why it should honestly I don’t know.” “Clive wants an early wedding,” Liane faltered. "I hope you don't mind.” “The child talks of weddings and no engagement has even been announced,” Cass laughed. Her color had brightened. She looked younger than she had in months. “By the way, does Mrs. Cleespaugh know of it yet?” “I think—l'm afraid, that Is—that f Clive is breaking the news this morning,” Liane said. “You’re afraid? That’s not a pleasant way to put it.” “She’s rather —autocratic,” said Liane, frowning. “She does’t like plans she hasn’t thought of first.” “Well, she’ll love this plan. How could she help it?” asked Cass roundly. “I hope you're right,” Liane said. Cass glanced at her anxiously. “Honey child, you’re certain this Is what you want to do?” she inquired “You're not—just plunging into it without thinking?” Liane thrust from her the memory of Van Robard’s proud dark face. “I know what I’m doing,” she said firmly. “And it’s what I want.” “I’m staying on, then,” Cass decided. MRS. CLEESPAUGH held out a ringed hand to the girl. “Come in and tell me all about it,” she said, not unkindly. Yet her redrimmed eyes testified to the scene at which Clive briefly had hinted. 1 “This boy of mine,” she began, “has stolen a march on me, it seems. It appears a courting has been going on under my very eyes.” “We didn’t mean to —to deceive ’’Liane faltered.* “It’s all been so sudden.” The old lady’s eyes softened. “My dear, I won’t pretend I hadn’t other plans for him, 'because of course I had. Mothers usually do. But since my son has chosen,” and here her old head went up, proudyq, “since my son has chosen, I shall abide by his choice.” Liane thanked her. “You’re very young,” Mrs. Cleespaugh went on. “That’s a point for you and against you. Clive is stubborn, but he has a sweet nature if he’s handled properly. You will have to learn that.” She adjusted her lorgnette. “Now about details. I am preparing an announcement for the newspapers which I shall submit for your mother’s approval. We would better see to that at once, since Clive tells me you wish to marry before the first of the year.” “I hope it can be a very quiet wedding,” Liane said slowly. “My dear, you must allow me to see to your trousseau,” Mrs. Cleespaugh said kindly and firmly. “Your mother has had a difficult time of it.” “She is so proud. It hurts her to be under obligations to any one,” Liane explained. “Well, well, we shall see about all that this afternoon,” mumured the old lady abstractedly. “I shall wish to give a dinner party to celebrate the engagement. “I wonder—it scarcely seems proper to keep you at your duties when you will soon be so busy with your own affairs—but I wonder if. you will come to me for a list of guests after luncheon?” “Os course,” Liane murmured, “Shan Williams, we must have,” the old lady mused, “and your mother and John Burdick, and Van Robard, of course, with that impossible girl. Then there will be Tressa and Fanny, and we shall have to get men for them. (To Be Continued)

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.JULY 17,1931

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