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(Chapter Forty-four Continued) Liane took especial pains as she oressed on the first night of Tresa’s stay. Twice, thrice she rearranged her softly waving bronzefold hair. . rubbed poppy-colored salve on her lips and let her cheeks go uncolored. She thought this made her *eem older, more a woman of the world. a a a TTER frock was black and in the deep V of the bodice she thrust the snapshot of Clive. She met him on the landing, very tall and attractive in his dinner clothes. His bow seemed formal. "Isn't that anew gown?” She hoped her smile was not as coquettish as it felt. “It is. Do you like it?” “Very becoming and so grown tip ’’ She noted the twinkle and colored unwillingly. Was he making fun of her? Tressa, in a swirl of pale colored lace with little red shoes twinkling in and out beneath her flounces, rushed down upon them. “Give me a light, darling.’ she Bang out to Clive. She put the dgaret between her pretty, painted lips and held her face close to his he performed the little cremony. “I loathe her, loathe her, loathe her! cried Liane in her inmost heart, watching the tableau. Clive’s handsome profile had been close to Tressa's pouting mouth. It might almost have been a kiss, that gesture. Liane knew Tressa thought £O, too. She turned her back on them and Went to the window. She ground her nails into her palms to keep from crying out. This, she reminded herself, was not the way. She must smile and pretend not to see. She must fight this alluring woman with Tressa’s own weapons. To show hurt was to admit defeat. When she turned around, she was smiling faintly.

“I'm starved,” Liane said. “Come on, you two. Ellen says dinner is ready.” At the table she was almost pay. But she soon discovered the conversation was being taken out of her hands. Although, technically, she was mistress, Tressa subtly made her feel like an interloper. Tressa talked of people whom she and Clive had known all their lives, of places Liane never had seen. Occasionally as though with difficulty she politely included Liane in her conversation. The younger woman was no match for Tressa’s studied, suavity. Clive felt the tension in the atmosphere, but did not know exactly what was happening. a tt tt AS they sat over their coffee a little later one of the maids summoned Clive to the telephone and the two women were left together. The constraint was almost tangible. Tressa fidgeted with her bracelets and walked about, humming a little tune. She did not even trouble to make conversation. Quite suddenly Liane determined to bring war openly into camp. “Did you ever get that box of thumb tacks?” she asked coolly, eyeing the other girl. Tressa stared. “What? What ever are you talking about?” “The tacks you borrowed the day I was driving into town for my fitting,’ Liane said with deadly quietness. Her glance never wavered from the other’s and she had the satisfaction of seeing her adversary flush. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re driving at,” Tressa announced with cool insolence. “I’m afraid you imagine things.” She began to hum again very 60ftly and continued to pace up and down, waving her cigaret to and fro. Clive’s voice could be heard faintly from the booth down the hall. a tt tt SUDDENLY Tressa turned, flaring upon her hostess, her nostrils dilated and her voice trembling with anger. “You’d better not try to start anything at this late day,” she cried furiously. “You’d better do what you can to straighten out this mess you’re in! Let Clive go. Let him be happy. Any one with half an eye can see how miserable he is!” “How dare you?” Liane exclaimed, ■

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| very low. “How dare you talk to ! me like this here?” Tressa's laugh rang out triumphant and shrill. | “Why not here?” she said. “Why ! not? I belong here more than you J do, and you know it. What’s more, I shall be here after you’ve been | forgotten.” Liane was trembling and her hands were like ice. She was suddenly weak, swaying on her feet. All at once Tressa's manner changed. With lightning quickness she was iat the other girl's side. As Clive j came in she was saying, soothingly! and gently, "Here, lean on me. j You're not quite well yet, I’m afraid. Perhaps you ought to go upstairs.” j Clive, all solicitude, helped Liane to her room. Se was so shaken! she did net trust herself to speak and she knew that he suspected nothing of what had transpired. Long after Clive thought her; asleep the girl lay, hands tightly clinched, hearing below the murmur of Tressa’s voice, soft and caressing. She heard the answering rumble of her husband's tones. - . What, Liane wondered in agony, were they saying? CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE TO be your.g is to be impatient. Tomorrow will not do. It must be today! Liane, thrashing about for a solution to her difficulties, was minded to go to Clive and show her cards. She wanted to say, “Shall we make a clean break of it? I think | we’d better. We can’t go on this way.” Liane scarcely knew what held her back from this move because as the days passed and Tressa’s air of proprietorship over Clive deepened her agony increased. She said to herself, “This is unendurable. Anything would be better than this.” But because she had suffered greatly in the last year, she temporized. She watched and waited, by turns despairing and then hopeful. The day Tressa drove into town

with Clive Liane endured agonies of jealousy. The worst of it was that she had no right to resentment. Only four months ago, she had said to Clive, “I love someone else.” She had expected sympathy and understanding. She had not stopped to wonder how he might be hurt. “I’ve learned a lot about love,” Liane mused sadly. “I may make a great many mistakes in the future, but never the same ones again." Muriel came out that day for tea. She was a gay and bright-eyed Muriel in a red caped coat and bright hat which made her look like robin redbreast himself. They talked of nothing and of everything as they sipped their tea. Liane found Muriel watching her curiously. The other girl blurted out suddenly, “Don’t think me a busy-body, but I must tell you everybody’s talking about the dead set Tressa Lord’s making at Clive. “People wonder why you have her in the house. She’s been lunching with him. She even goes to his office. It looks pretty bad. I hate being a babbler, but you’re such an innocent I thought perhaps you ought to be told.” Calmly Liane said, “It’s all right. I know all about it.” She managed a smile, but her heart was lead in her breast. Muriel shrugged. “Well, I suppose you know your own happiness, but to me that girl’s a cobra. I wouldn’t trust her three minutes with my boy friend.” “She’s our guest,” Liane said in thac same lifeless tone. “Nothing could be wrong.” “Oh, my dear!” Muriel gave her a pitying look. “Don’t be that way!” You know things happen. You can’t close your eyes to them and pretend they don’t exist.” Liane said “Thanks for telling me. I know you mean it in the friendliest way, but honestly everything is all right.” After Muriel had gone she walked up and down, distraught. “There must be something in all ths,” she told herself. “Perhaps Clive is trying to let me see it. Perhaps he is just giving me a chance to divorce him.” She tried to shut her eyes to the possibility, but Muriel’s words made her see the danger anew. tt u u AS the dinner hour neared she nerved herself for the ordeal of facing them both. The plan had been for Clive to drive Tressa home

from town, but when the clock struck 8 the two were still unaccounted for. Liane, w’earing her black frock, went into the serving pantry. “You’re certain Mr. Clive hasn’t called?” “No’m. Not yet.” “Perhaps the connection is broken. It seems odd we haven’t heard.” The girl lifted the receiver from the hall telephone and held it to her ear. “No’m. This is all right. The operator said ‘Number please?’ like she always does.” Liane wandered back to the library. She picked up a book and laid it down. With a wrap over her shoulders she went into the garden and watched the road. Down the turnpike half a mile away the headlights of a steady procession of cars could be seen. None turned into the drive. As she went back into the house, the hall clock chimed the half hour. With an air of decision she rang the bell. “Ellen, I’ll dine alone. Mr. Cleespaugh has been delayed.” She could imagine the whispering of the servants behind the closed doors. At 10 o’clock she went upstairs. She thought, “This is the end. This has been done deliberately to shame me.” ana TREMBLING with anger She disrobed. She turned out all the lights save*the one in the lamp over her bed. She strove to read, but the print dashed before her eyes. As the clock struck 11 she heard the car wheels in the drive. She put cold hands to her cheeks. The face burned as with fever. Liane heard voices in the lower hall. Tressa’s mirthful and animated. She caught the low rumble of Clive’s answer. Perhaps they were laughing at her! She turned a page, unseeing, and an instant later heard a knock at the door. For the space of three heartbeats she held herself rigid. Then, “Who’s there?” she asked in a strange voice.

“It’s I. Clive. May I come in?” He turned the knob. He stood there, windblown, in his gray suit. “Do come in and close the door.” Her tone was high, strained. “I’m awfully sorry about tonight. We had a flat just outside Rockville Center. Not near a garage, so I had to change it myself.” “I see.” The words were icy. He looked at her oddly, “Sorry if it put you out, but I knew when Tressa phoned you wouldn’t worry.” u tt a LIANE sat up very stiff and straight, the folds of her lacy negligee falling away from her young shoulders. “But she didn’t.” “Didn’t phone? Oh, yes, she did.” His air of perplexity seemed real. If it hadn’t been for what Murriel had told her, Liane might almost have believed him. “All right, if you want it that way.” She stared at him balefully, defying him to lie to her. A year ago she hadn't cared what any man did. Now his actions were of prime importance to her. He said lamely, “I hope you didn’t mind a solitary evening too much.” She laughed bitterly, “Not at all.” “It’s all right, then?” If she had been in position to do so she would have stamped her foot at this. Must he be reassured when he had been out philandering? In exasperation she cried, “Yes, it’s all right.” She wished he would go away before she started to weep. Instead he came a step nearer. “What’s that you’re reading?” She held the book out at arm’s length. Awkwardly he said, “Teasdale. Some of that’s awfully good. Didn’t konw you liked it or I might have got you some of the others.” (To Be Continued.) New Driver Is Injured NOBLESVILLE, Ind., Aug. 14. Operating his new auto for the first time, Gerald Hunter ran into some loose dirt in the northwestern part of Hamilton county and lost control of his car. He tore through a barbed wire fence and sustained a broken nose.

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The Sheik called two ignorant slaves and bade them carry away Tarzan’s body and bury it in an unmarked grave. Wrapping the slain man in the old burnouse that already covered him, they bore him across the menzil and laid him down while they dug a shallow pit. And so, under a great tree’s shade in the land that he loved, the grave of Tarzan of the Apes was made.

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When, next morning, Ibn Jad called the elders of the tribe for a council, it was noted that Tollog, his brother, was missing. The Sheik was puzzled and irritated when a search failed to find the absent Arab. Ibn Jad declared they must take the Christian dog’s life to prove to Tarzan’s friends that the Arabs were innocent. Then it was that Fahd, for his own reasons, argued against the deed.

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