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HF.OIN HERE TODAY MONA MORAN, rceptionist In wall Strtct law oflice, receives n amazing proposal of marriage Her employer tell* her a wealth? client wishes to marry her immediately, with the .understanding that lor a veer she shall occupy her own apartment, have unlimited charge accounts, do as she pleases. At the end of that time, she Is to decide whether to become the man's wife In actuality or secure a divorce. Mona la in love with BARRY TOWNBEND, rich and socially nromtnent, who 1* the business partner of her old friend, STEVE BACCARELLI Barry and Steve operate a diamond mine in South America. Steve, born to poverty, recently has sold a huge diamond called ' The Empress of Peru." When Mon* asks the name of the man who wishes to marry her, she Is told it Is Barry Townsend. Not until the ceremonv is about to be performed does she discover the bridegroom is young Barry's uncle, of the same name. Steve and voung Barry have returned to South America. Mona, believing her aweetheart 10-t to her, marries the uncle I/OTTIE CARR, a fashion model, is Mans'* only confidante Six months pass end Mona lunches with her husband It 1* the first time she ha 1 gone anywhere with him. He tells her he ha* brougt the diamond, "The Empress," lor her Mona, knowing the bitter feeling between uncle and nephew, tries to bring about a better understanding, but fails. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE MONA raised startled eyes. "When you are gone?” she repeated. Her husband surveyed her gently. "My dear, do you believe for an instant that I think I shall live forever?” His tone was light, but for all that Mona knew he was aware ot that which had been concealed from him so carefully. He knew he had been given only a year to live. For a moment neither spoke. Then the man said cheerfully, "Since life is short and time is fleeting, there are several things I would like to do. The first is to see you as frequently as possible. I want to take you about, to show you off, if you don't mind the phrase—to provide you with gifts. "I want to meet your family, too. I’d like to feel that this rather abrupt move of mine has benefited them in some way. Os course,” he added hastily, "I know you are doing everything for them you can think of. Perhaps I can think of ■omethlng more.” “You are so kind,” replied Mona Uncertainly, "But you haven’t promised to do the one thing I want most. Will you arrange things for Barry?” He glanced sharply toward her. '‘Change my will, you mean?” She nodded. Townsend looked away. "One thing at a time, my dear,” he said. [lt came into the girl's mind that

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not once had he ever called her “Mona.” "One thing at a time,” he repeated. “Today let's drop In to call on youx family.” He moved forward to give the order to the chauffeur, but Mona stopped him. "Maybe I'd better telephone first,” she said, trying to hide her confusion. “You know it will be a great event for mother.” “Wny, of course. We'll telephone first.” He spoke to the chauffeur then. "Jackson, will you stop at the next corner?” a a a MONA was to discover that her husband fitted in with the life of the Moran household beyond her most optimistic expectations. After that first visit, when Ma had hurried into her new silk gown and, with a single sweep, cleared up “that trash of Kitty's” from the dining room table, when Dad had apologized for his lack of a shave and Mona herself had tried not to show her nervousness, the Townsends came often to the Third avenue fiat. It seemed strange, indeed, to Mona to learn that her husband, with his splendidly erect carriage and distinguished air, really was little younger than her father. The two men had. it seemed, skated on the same park pond long years before. Kitty admired her brother-in-law and told Isabel Flynn she almost was tempted to call him “John.” That was the name by which Mona addressed her husband in the presence of the family. With a little tact they had succeeded admirably in presenting a picture of completely happy married life. Even Ma's sharp eyes failed to detect any variance from the usual picture of domestic harmony. Ma, in fact, was deeply impressed by Mona’s “fine man.” She would scurry about, serving the inevitable tea —in thin cups now, at Mona's

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'Ever Consistent’ Harry II7HEN It comes to luck, the * ’ Democrats seem to be fools for it. At a time in Indiana history when every hamlet and city in the state is groaning under the load placed upon all by privately owned utilities and the legisuature passes a bill providing for easier purchase and operation of properties by municipalities, Governor Harry G. Leslie decides to pocket veto the measure. What could be sweeter than that? From the viewpoint of the opposition party, of course. Republicans were as active In getting the bill through both houses as were Democrats, but the heat for failure to sign the measure Is properly placed on the Republican Governor. Attorney-Genei'al James M. Ogden, in his report on the public ownership measure, pointed out a defect which he thought made it unconstitutional. Ogden ruled, also, that the salary slash bill was contrary to the state’s basic law, but with a consistency which makes Leslie the wonder of the era, the Governor signs the salary bill and vetoes the other. It takes a psychologist to figure out that kind of play—either a psychologist or a public utility operator. a a a It should be passed on to the victims of the utility gouge, however, that Leslie left the writing of the message setting forth his reasons for vetoing the public ownership bill to his- secretary, the amiable Gaylord Morton. Perhaps feeling that he wasn’t capable of writing the message because of a lack of technical knowledge, Morton had the assistance of Howell Ellis and Ralph Young, both members of the public service commission, who had consulted with Leslie. Because of their membership on this body, it is highly probable that Ellis and Young were not disposed quite .favorable toward a bill which

gentle insistence —with delicate slices of lemon. Once the Townsends stayed to dinner and Mona was pleased and even touched to observe her husband's ease in the stuffy little dining room, where the obviously “company dinner” of hot and heavy foods was spread before him. ana r T'*HEN came the “grand day,” as —' Mrs. Moran expressed it, when the family piled into the big car and was whisked away to Long Island for a shore dinner, because Mr. Moran had, in a conversation with his son-in-law, mentioned his fondness for clams such as those served in the old days at City Island, “Sure, and it makes no difference to the man because we aren't swells,” Ma, struggling with her new hat slightly askew on her graying hair, had told Mrs. Callahan after the return from the revelry. “Everything you could think of, mind you, set before us. A whole bill for the waiter. And such style!” Christmas brought a bewildering load of gifts to the Morans from the Townsends. “You are so good!” Mona murmured as she moved about her sitting room one snowy mid-December afternoon, tying gifts with gay ribbons and cords and addressing Christmas cards. “Anybody who has money could order gifts for people, but you select them! You even sit here helping tie them up and plan to deliver them yourself.” Her voice faltered slightly. Yes, her husband was, as she had told Ma long before, a good man. There was only one thing he had failed to do and that was to make up his quarrel with Barry. “All this is fun,” Mr. Townsend replied. “I like it.” He was seated by the fire and moved a froth of

would halt the domination of the public service commission over municipally owned utilities. They, perhaps, thought that when the citizens of the state awoke to a idealization of how well utilities could be managed without interference of a hig priced low quality commission, the people might decide to do away with that body. So they helped in writing the veto message. What puzzles the ol’ observer is why Leslie conferred only with enemies of public ownership and why some of the propoents weren’t asked to express their opinion. But Leslie felt that he should, above all things, be consistent —he started his term with a friendly feeling for the utilities and he was, perhaps, determined that there should be no break in this attitude. a a a Incidentally, before closing, the papers friendly to the administration because of their political complexion have failed to give necessary prominence to the* fact that Leslie vetoed the senate bill permitting the Governor to boi-row funds from the Reconstruction Finance Corporation for poor and unemployment relief. Leslie called in Dr, John Hewitt, his own unemployment reliever, to discuss the bill, and of course Doc was against it—why shouldn’t he be? The measure provided that the expenditure of the funds be under control of the state finance board—and under present arrangements, Hewitt does the expending. It’s getting to be that whenever Leslie’s kitchen cabinet, composed of Commissioner Young, Doctor Hewitt, and Gaylord Morton, get through with anything concerning social legislation, they chalk up another error, to the benefit of the Democrats. Maybe they’re on the Democratic pay roll? Their actions would warrant such a suspicion.

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tissue and acarlet cord from the j table as the maid brought in tea. It was cosy sitting there before; the firelight with the snow falling! outside the wundow. “We have shoes, a dress, a cloak —well, nearly a whole outfit for Kitty.” Mona went on. checking over her list and touching several packages as she spoke. “You pour tea. will you, Ann?” she said to the maid. “Let's get her a purse and put some change in it,” Mr. Townsend suggested. “I'll get tickets for a musical comedy, too, and she can take her gang ” “Her gang?” asked Mona, puzzled. “That's what she calls them,” her husband responded, amused. “Miss

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Flynn, she Misses Gordon and several others.” Mona knew Isabel Flynn, but “the Misses Gordon” were new to her. “I met quite a few of them en route to the movies that Sunday afternoon when I drove over to pick you up,” he replied, accepting the teacup the maid offered. a a a HE had met them indeed. Kitty, spying the big car, literally had swarmed aboard, introducing him to the other girls as her “brother John. “Brother John” thereupon had responded nobly. "The gang” had been taken inside and driven to the Eighty-sixth street motion picture house, where the .chauffeur had been instructed to secure tickets. Mona, drinking tea now, gazed at

the fire. She remembered Barry had told her that the one thing he missed most in the tropics was the cheer of an open fireplace filled with snapping logs. • Barry always like a good fire." her husband said unexpectedly. He had placed another package in the basket which on Christmas Eve was to go to the Moran household. Then he continued. "I suppose the gift you’d like most this Christmas is for me to do something about Barry, eh?” Mona looked at him in amazement. ‘“l’d like it, of course.” She swallowed with difficulty. “But don't do it for me. Do it lor Barry. For yourself. I've really nothing to do with it, as I see it.” “As you see it,” murmured Mr. 'Townsend. Then he turned in his

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path. He had risen and was pacing! the floor. “My dear, I’ll do as you wish. I’ll release the boy's funds. I'll see Garretson right after Christmas.” “You mean you'll make everything all right?” The man stopped and sighed. “Can any ope do that, Mona?” he replied in a low tone. “No one but you, I fancy. However this is my idea—” He sank into a chair again and, clasping his hands, looked at the blaze. “You recall,” he began, “the terms of our bargain. At the end of a year you were to be free to remain or go to Reno. “Suppose we leave it this way. You decide —oh, not today or tomorrows but take your time —wnich it shall be. Reno oi—well, not Reno.

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No sooner had the prince gained the rapier, than he leaped forward and engaged one of the warriors. The other pressed Tarzan fiercely. “Your prisoner, eh?” he sneered as h® lunged at the ape-man. In sword play Tar- ~ zan was less skilled but his strength was undiminished.

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"In any case the terms shall stand. In my will you are to receive your share with certain stipulations. Whether it’s Reno or not, you shall be heiress to the larger part of my—let's call them assets.*' “If you decide, however, to pass Reno by I will, as you put it. do the right thing by Barry. Possibly even more than what might be termed the right thing.” Mona rose, her face flushing. “You mean.” she began, but did not go on. The meaning was clear enough. Her husband bowed. “That is precisely what I mean, my dear. Take your time. At the end of your reflection on the matter, be my wife. Forsake the Reno plan. We ll go to Europe, around the world—!” (To Be Continued)

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