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BEGIN HERE TODAY .WANE BARRETT. 18 *nd beut!ful. ifji* what she believe* Is lose et first for VAN ROBARD. lasclnatlna F'd of the world. At Willow Stream, where *he eoe* with her mother, an actress playing stock at a SU \£? 1 5 r theater, she meets him again. ♦ w hout explaining. Cass asks Liane *,? av S nothing more to do with him. hears from EIJSIE MINTER, the Ihttenue. that there Is goasip about Van Mrs. Ladd. MURIEL LADD, a prettv debutante, R r >£&J* es to be in love with CHUCK ESMOND, newspaper reporter, but Dl *£B around with other men. . when Casa goes on tour In the fall. yne! stay* with the rich MRS. CLEE--BPAUGH. Cass becomes seriously ill in Philadelphia and Liane rushes to s>r. In her delirium, the woman babn ea of some mystery concernlna Liane s Binn. ..The enaaaement of Van Robard and Muiie! Is announced. When CLIVE CUEEBPAUOH asks Liane to marrv him —a marriage of convenience—she accents. Her mother returns to CleePaughs to convalesce. TREBBA LORD and her sister. MRS. AMBERTON. old friends of Mrs. Cleejpaugh. come to visit. Tressa Is rude to Liane. Robard makes love to Liane. Tressa begins to plot to break the engagement of Clive and Liane. NOW' GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (Continued) “Well, here comes the rest of the party. Let’s pay the check and blow, Clive. This is a rotten show.” Tressa looked blithely at the pair. “Sorry to have kept Clive so tonj?,” she said in a voice of honey. “I turned my ankle and he had to help me to a dressing room. I do hope you two didn't mind.” Liane said “Not at all,” very Xaintly. Clive managed to get to her side a3 they all went out through the narrow passage. “That girl’s the limit,” he exploded. “She’s trying to start something.” “It doesn’t matter,” Liane said lifelessly. nun * CLIVE gave her a sharp, concerned look. “What’s up? You look pretty Well wrecked.” “Nothing. You just imagine it.” “Well, that was a rotten place to Celebrate a birthday.” He squeezed her arm. “You’re a big girl now. Nineteen. Think of it! World to conquer.” She tried to smile. “You’re all Bo good to me.” “Who wouldn’t be?” His tone fceld anew warmth. He took her 8-rm going down the dimly lighted, Velvet carpeted stairs. Liane felt giddy as she saw a man at the entrance. Was it—? No, thank God! The face turned toward her was one she’d never seen before. She shivered. Clive, holding the white fur wrap that had been his mother's birthday present to her, asked, “Cold?” She snuggled in the luxurious folds. “No, but a rabbit walked over my grave.” “I shouldn’t have brought you to this place. You didn't like it, did jou?” Liane tried to infuse some warmth into her faint voice. "It was interesting. Such strange music.” She tried desperately to forget that dark man in the shadows. She almost managed to believe, once she reached the luxurious shelter of the big car, that she had dreamed the horrid interlude. “Music’s pll right,” Clive returned dryly, "but what a gang!” The girl did not answer. a a tt WHEN she was in her own room Liane sat. hands locked, staring out over the shadows of the trees. She had put out her night light and, wrapped in her satin and eiderdown dressing gown, had curled up in the big chair to think. What on earth should she do? To have that silly story dragged through the newspapers would surely kill her mother. Cass was so proud of her. And she herself had been, in that adventure, so innocent, Bo ignorant. Worlds younger seemed that pleasure-starved young girl who six months ago had gone unthinkingly to dinner with Molly Cronin and “a couple of the boys.” How was she to know the dinner would end In a brawl and shooting? Step by step she reviewed in her mind the events of that fearful night. Cass’s strained face . . . Molly’s impudence . . . Shane McDermid’s kindly Irish smile. Shane McDermid! Why hadn’t she thought of him before? Out of Cll the world here was one man who plight be able to tell her what to 00. Because of course the question bf getting the money for these people was simply absurd. Who were they and why had they decided to prey on her? She had

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heard of such things. She had known they happened in a big. wicked city. J3ut that this should happen to her! Liane shuddered and began to tremble all over with fear and cold. She thought, "I’d better crawl into bed before I catch pneumonia.” And, thinking of Shane McDermid, she finally did fall asleep. CHAPTER XXIV THE big man announced, “Young lady to see you, lieutenant.” At the scarred desk sat Shane McDermid, staring as though he’d seen a vision. The girl advancing was enveloped in a smoke-colored coat fitting her snugly at the waist like a Cossack’s uniform. Little smoke-colored turban from the close frame of which bronze curls escaped. Small, exquisitely fitting shoes. There was a subtle scent in the big, grim office with the unwashed windows. Shane stared, and small wonder that he did. He got to his feet stumblingly. “Miss Barrett?” “Yes.” The vision smiled. “You’re all grown up,” he said marveling. “You were a little girl last summer.” “And you’ve been made a lieutenant. I’m almost afraid of you now.” He laughed, but was pleased and flattered, too. “Not a bit of it. Well, well! Is there something I can be doing for you?” She told him. Between breaths he made deep sounds of anger. “The dir-rty ” He caught himself in time “You’ll have to excuse me. “The rats ! Tell me what the feller looks like,” he commanded. Liane ruffled her forehead in an effort to recall the least clew. “He’s dark like a Spaniard—or Mexican,” she said haltingly. “He has a tiny mustache. He is beautifully manicured.” “No rings? Jewelry?” “No, I don’t think so. Oh, he had a little gold watch charm. I remember he kept playing with It. Shaped like a tiny lion.” “Um.” Shane McDermid pondered. “Tuesday, you say?” “That was what he said. Yes.” “The Alexis Club. That’s anew place, now. Johnny Badbados. I know Johnny. He’s a Greek. Not a bad one, either. Now, look. Don’t you worry your head about this. I go something on Johnny. He won’t want me to get down on him. “Just you stop worrying. I’ll see to it, yes. It looks mighty funny to me,” Shane McDermid pondered. “They know about old Cleespaugh’s will and that’s not generally known, you say. And they’re aware you’ve no money. It looks as if you’re to be scared out. Well, leave It to^ne.” Liane rose. He seemed to be dismissing her. “You think it’s all right, then?” “I’m tellin’ you not to worry, an’ I mean it. Johnny Barbados. Well!” Shane saw her to the door. He said, “Call me up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll have good news for you.” “I can’t thank you,” Liane managed to say. She was fumbling for a handkerchief. “Well, there. You’re a good girl and I like to help good girls. Don’t see one any too often.” He laughed awkwardly. tt tt SHE went out into the street feeling rather dazed. Half an hour ago she had been quite sick with fear, with foreboding. Now the cloud seemed, momentarily at least, to have lifted. What a good fellow Shane McDermid was. Her heart warmed to him. She wished she might tell Clive all about him. But she daren’t—at least, not yet. Liane felt, she thought,, an enormous affection for Shane McDermid. It was nothing like the feeling she had for Clive. No, that was fondness, comradeship. She loved to be with Clive. They laughed at the same jokes. He made life seem casual and amusing. Nor was it like the white-hot emotion that smote her when Van Robard appeared on the scene. Van’s presence could make her palms cold and her face feverish. When he appeared she said artificial things, acted a part. She wondered why her emotions couldn’t be steadier. She hated herself, feeling light and frivolous and unstable. “I’m the wrong sort of girl,” she

thought wildly. “I’m found of three or four men, can’t stick to one.” She went blindily out of the big station, out into the street. The fjst snow of the winter was falling. In her smartly cut coat with its lining of fur she was guarded from the storm. She looked with sympathy at the girls who passed wearing thin shoes, their sleazy cloaks held gallantly about them to protect them from the wind. “I’m so lucky,” she thought. “There but for the grace of God go L” She longed to help the poor. She dropped a dollar into the cup of a legless man. Now that the load on her heart was lifted, she felt unaccountably happy. “I must try to love every one,” she decided, like a child who has escaped punishment and, grateful, bolds out her arms to all the world’# ‘Even—even Tressa.” Well, that would take a bit of doing. Tressa. had been unfriendly to her from the start. “Perhaps it has been my fault,” Liane thought. “Perhaps I've been nasty when I might have been nice.” She took a taxi from the station. The grate in the big hallway had a crackling fire in it. Clive looked up from his book. “Well, we were just about to send out a searching party.” He stood up, touched her almost awkwardly. She drew away. Her laugh sounded brittle, strange. “I must hurry if I am to change. Trousseau shopping.” He nodded. Shopping was an endless, mysterious pursuit and he did not pretend to understand it. “You looked pale this morning, but now you’ve a grand color,” he said appreciatively. “I feel worlds better,” Liane said. She stretched out her arms. “Careful! You mustn’t do that!” His tone was almost a growl. Suddenly, without warning, he had swooped upon her, kissed her full on the mouth. Above them tinkled a small voice. “Sorry to interrupt such a charming tableau.” They both looked up. Tressa stood a few steps above them. Her eyes blazed with hate. a a u 'T'HE woman with the black veil threw her cigaret into the wastebasket. The man growled, “You’ll set this place on fire yet.” She said fiercely, “Don’t bother me. So they muffed the whole business!” “She has friends at court, I tell you. Came down on Johnny like a brick. He’s lucky the place wasn't shut up. He’s yellow, I tell you, and is scared foolish his dump’ll get a bad name.” “That is to laugh,” the woman said cynically. “Bad name for Johnny’s place. It never had anything else.” She paced up and down. “Well, can t you do something?” she snapped. “You have before. Write her a note, have her come in and throw a good, hard scare into her. She knows what ‘The Tattletale’ is, anyhow. The man threw out his hands. “I wouldn’t touch her if she’s got McDermid in her train,” he said explosively. “This business’ tricky enough, but you can’t expect me to put my neck into a noose. That bird’s dynamite. He’d as soon frame me as eat. And he could, too.” “Oh, you make me sick, all of you!” the woman cried. “Afraid of your shadow. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN, LORD OF THE JUNGLE

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—By Ahern

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