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BEGIN IIfRF TOD AT 808 WESTON -on of a millionaire, j. (l#p)v * f t ratted to JOAN WARING, a pretty air! ha ha naan on a train an ! T -.‘a to '.farr.ohi* Boh ha* coma to Memphis !n connection a Ith hi* fa'her * ■ riant. loan * a member of an impovenahed | with ar. arlatocratic background. fir r rnothar long* for har daughter* to ha a *h aoclal portion rightfully thair*. joan ! a* Jaft college hafora graduation tr In tha family* financial j emergency Har ti*ter. PAT two aaara younger, love* pleasure and prat tv j ' Pat har nataral data* with .JERRY FORRESTER non of har amplovar. Joan b< • ■ jarrv if a *oollad plavbov who j c ..r.jv amusing himself and tria* to * * COURTNEY, a society. (rtrl Whom Put knaw in Naw York. 1* wham!np to win him . VIPS WARING maat* Bob and in- * •* h;m to dinner Joan. In • burry „* parr.irations scarcely haars Pat* d- ‘ ,p.. n „ of , -knock-out looking man MM with B%rl an C urtney. p,, onans the door whan Bob arrive* i h . f availing and recognizes him aa ,tr ar she *a With Barbara vow GO OS WITH THI STORY CHAPTER SIX 'Continued) She wore a brown crepe, cut gracefully. It was an inexpensive frock, but becoming. Joan thought she had never seen Pat looking sweet pr and nodded approval. ‘•Will I do?" Pat asked, pirouetting. You look lovely. Now run along and see if everything’s running smoothly m the kitchen. I'll be down in five minutes.” But Stella had no use for Pat in j thp kitchen. She went back upstairs to speak to Bill, grumbling as he struuggled with his tie. ‘‘What j do we have company for tonight when I—” Pat fled. Shp was half way down the stairs when the doorbell rang. Pat hurried forward, oppned the door and t.hpn stood staring blankly for a moment. The young man before her was the one she had seen ; a few hours before with Barbara Courtney. CHAPTER SEVEN 808 called for Jean early the next morning and they drove to the site of the new- textile plant. As they rode along, the wind in their faces, he told her of the plans for the project. Two hundred and fifty acres had been purchased with s half-mile frontage on the river. ‘ Preliminary work on the water front .already was under way. ‘ Borings and sounds now are being made." Bob said, “and specifications will be ready for bids within j thirty days." Joan understood little of the technical language he used, but she j was immensely proud that he J should have even a small connection with anything so big and important She was proud, too, that he wanted her to know about it. Bob expanded the subject, pleased by Joan’s look of interest. The company had decided on a southern plant to serve the trade of a large territory south of the Ohio, he said. Normally, the raw materials would be shipped north to the main plant, but now finished products for the southern area would be shipped from Memp'his, carrying a much lower freight rate. "You understand. Joan?” "I think it’s wonderful,” she said. "And a good thing for Memphis." i Bob went on. "because it will bring ! a big payroll here." A good thing for Memphis, Joan J was thinking, because it had 1 brought Bob hpre. She found her interest growing j as he piloted her about the site, i already a beehive of activity. Sur- j veyors at work machines being shifted into position—trucks moving about—automobiles coming and leaving. u u o JOAN was excited. It was her first glimpse of a huge development in the making. Walking beside Bob, she noted the deference of the workmen and engineers. "How are you, Mr. Weston? Thi are moving along fine.” A man touched his cap. ‘‘The chief engineer has some prints in his office he wants you to see before you leave, sir.” "Excuse me a moment. Joan," Bob said. "Sam. tell Miss Waring about the new type of machinery that is being used for the first time in this plant.” "He sure knows his business." said the man named Sam, as Bob moved away. Joan wanted to ask what Bob’s business was. “I’ll wait until he tells me.” she decided. ‘‘He's probably one of the young engineers, or maybe a surveyor.” They drove back into town about noon. Bob suggested luncheon at a hotel. "Let's stop by Fielding's for sandwiches.” Joan said. "He’s inclined to spend his money too freely,” she thought, “when he should be saving it. This car, for Instance, with its stream lines and powerful engine.” She didn't know what a young construction engineer might earn, but shp was sure it would not be a very big salary. It was fun eating their sand-

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wiches. Thrilling to have so many people staring at them. “And no wonder,” Joan thought He s terribly good looking.” Prom Fieldings they drove through Chickasaw Gardens, then past the Memphis Country Club Eob thought the Nickey home was beautiful, so typically southern. He pointed out attractive features of other residences. Joan told him about the Hollister home on Walnut Grove with its boxwood hedges and spacious grounds. He really must see it, in spring when the azaleas and doewood were blooming and wisteria covered the pool! There was a wonderful vista through a lane of natural evergreens. But I wouldn’t want a large house myself," Bob began. “I'll tell you why—” He broke off and failed to complete the sentence. ■ There's something so homelike about little houses.” he added after a moment. "What, kind of a home do you want, Joan?” B B B SHE closed her eyes for a minute, a trick remaining from childhood. “White,” she announced finally. "With green shutters. And a big lawn with very green grass and lots of trees." “And a swing and slide and a sand pile in the back yard!" Bob teased. Joan ignored him. “And a big, yellow cat on the porrh.” she said firmly. Bob grinned. "Funny little picture painter,” he said. "Maybe you're thinking you’d have a white Pekingese inside sitting by the fire. But I positively forbid it." He turned to look at her. Joan was looking straight ahead, warm color splashing her cheeks. She was adorable, Bob thought, and sweet and modest. Not a bit of a prude, though. Mast girls liked it. when conversation took such an intimate turn. They played up and led a fellow on to say outrageous ’ things. “Guess I’ve fallen pretty hard," he thought. It was rather sobering. coming to a decision about the one girl. When she left Joan at home that afternoon they had a tentative date for dinner. “I’ll call you,” he said. “Willis, the chief engineer, thought he might come over this evening, but he wasn't sure. Said he’d let me know about 5. If he decides to come could be make it tomorrow night?” Joan said they could. When Bob reached the hotel he found a note from the chief engineer. He would run in the following morning to check the prints, he said. There was also a telephone number for Bob to call. He called it and Barbara Courtney answered it. “Where have you been all day?” she queried. “I’ve ben calling since early this morning." She was having a small dinner, planned especially for Bob. Sh" wanted some of her friends to meet him, particularly Nancy Wilson, who was leaving tomorrow morning. “I’m sorry, Barbara, but I have a date,” Bob said. “Oh, Bob!” Her tone changed slightly. "You must come,” she urged. “It will ruin my party if you don't. I’ve planned the whole thing for you. Couldn’t your date be postponed?” B B B TTE wished Barbara wouldn’t draw him in on so many parties. He didn’t have time to play around. Still, it was very thoughful of her. She was really an awfully good sort. j “Well, all right. I guess I can fix it," he said. “You're a darling! I knew you would.” Barbara said. He called Joan. "Terribly sorry about tonight.” he said. "But something's come up. I can't make it. I’ll be around about 7 tomorrow j night if that suits.” “That'll be fine," Joan said. She j turned from the telephone. Some of the buoyancy had left her mood. “Anything the matter?” asked Pat, who had just entered. “No.” “Your boy friend stand you up?” “Os course not. Don’t be silly! He has to talk over some plans with the chief engineer.” "The chief engineer!” scoffed Pat. "My. the airs these young mill men 1 have. I'll bet he’s a foreman or may- | be an assistant superintendent." A little later Pat cried out, “Say, Joan, have you read the paper tonight?” “Not yet.” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE APE MAN

The she-ape was determined to prevent the Tarmangani at the base of the tree from reaching Jean. In her savage brain was the conviction that the white she above belonged to her friend Tarzan. Therefore the she-ape was bent on fighting off Jean's father and his safari.

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So far the ape had done it successfully. But she did not know there were such things as guns! And now young Holt stood looking up at her, his gun in hand, about to be given a shoulder up by Beamish. He drew back a little and slowly raised his rifle.

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"Hold on, Holt,” said Jean's father, anxiously. Then he called up to his daughter: ‘‘Jean The girl saw him indicate that she should move to the right. She clambered to a safer place and again Holt started to aim his rifle. He fired. For a moment the she-ape did not move.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Returning from his hunt, Tarzan had almost reached his shelter when he saw the commotion. Crouched in the crotch of a nearby tree, he peered intently at Jean and the safari. A moment after. Holt fired. Tarzan heard Holt’s shot and, In a frenzy, witnessed what followed.

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