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BEGIN 111 RF TODAY JOAN WARING pretty Memphis girl, arid 808 WESTON son of a miii.onaire, meet In Memphis and fall in love. They become estranged thro .gh the scheming cf BARBARA COURTNEY, who I.* frying to win B b for herself. PAT WARING. Joan s younger sister, I* In an automobile accident ;n which JERRY FORRESTER her erort. is killed. Heartsick, Pa* runs away to New York. Joan follows and begins a search for her sister and a search for a lob Joan : engaged as a masked singer a 1 i night ciub Handsome BARNEY BRAKE owner of the club, proves a steadfast friend. Joan find Pat very 111. During Pat's roi vale.scenre Joan and Barney are drawn rioter together. Joan, believing Bob Is lost. - o her. promises to marr- Barney. Pat become* Barney's secretary and soon ha realises he loves her instead of Joan Joan sings at a society enter•a.nment for charity and discovers she Is n Bobs home Barbara, a visitor in •*' v York, sees Joan and recognizes NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (Con.) Joan folowed a maid up the broad stairs and down a corridor. The room they entered was paneled in Ivory and the furnishings were gray and blue. There were lavender draperies at the windows over soft cream curtains. Joan opened her make-up box and added a little more rouge to her ]ips. Her black mask lay before her on the dressing table. Voices—gay, laughing voices—floated up from the entrance hall downstairs. Guests were arriving. Joan could hear music, which meant that the orchestra was beginning the overture. The door opened and closed. Joan turned, her hand unconsciously j clutching at the mask. Barbara Courtney’s amazed eyes 1 met Joan's. “What are you doing here?" came Barbara’s harsh query. And then, as her glance fell upon the mask in Joan’s hand, she said, “So you are the Jigsaw's. Masked Singer!” “Yes.” Barbara was laughing. It was a hysterical laugh without mirth in It. After a moment she recovered her composure. a a a * VTOU’LL have to excuse me, Joan, 1 but you took me by surprise, i You see I never dreamed you were singing in a cabaret. It's quite taken my breath away! And imagine meeting you here in Bob Weston’s !liome!“ The blood surged to Joan’s face. ;“Whose home?” she asked. “Don't tel] me you didn't know!” The astonishment in Joan’s eyes vas more convincing than any words. Barbara saw that the other ; girl had come here by chance. Bob riidn t know Joan was here. There was no reason for him to know. Barbara opened the door carefully, .saying, “Glad I saw you, Joan.” Then she closed the door behind her. Outside. Barbara lit a cigaret with nervous fingers. The mask was a saving factor—something to thank lucky stars for. Barbara had heard Joan sing at the Jigsaw and never suspected that she had seen her before. There was no reason to feel alarmed now. Bob would never dream that the spectacular singer was Joan, the girl he had known in Memphis. Barbara’s lips set angrily. After all these months of combating the memory of Joan which Barbara had long ago realized was the one ! thing between her and happiness j —to find the girl in Bob’s home was; almost too much! She would have j liked to humble Joan if she had 1 dared. But.the girl had spirit. Barbara was glad she had not revealed her feelings. It was just at that moment that the maid brought word to Joan that Mr. Blake was waiting for her. CHAPTER THIRTY THE ballroom was completely filled, Barney told Joan. It was the biggest turn-out for such an affair that he had ever seen. Barney was giving short, emphatic directions to the property man, telling the electrician just how much time should intervene between the col-' ored lights in order to give the illusion of a mermaid rising from the rainbow mist. He stepped to Joan’s side, drawing the curtain aside a little. “There’s your audience, Joan,” he said. Everything seemed to be whirling before her eyes, the faces beyond merging into a blur. She clung weakly to the heavy curtain, fighting for control. And then, her gaze steadying, she saw Bob. His face looked thinner, sterner. There was a restlessness in his gray ryes. Joan’s heart was beating wildly. She wanted to cry out to him. They were all seated in the box on the left —Bob, his father, and Barbara Courtney. The lights died in the ballroom.

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The curtain moved against Joan’s hand and she heard Barney speaking. “Ready, Joan?” Then faint lights in opalescent shades bathed the stage in soft color. A central light threw a steady glow upon the slender figure in dazzling green. The figure appeared to be a sea siren emerging from her blue bath in a mist of rose and gold and gray. It was a scene of amazing beauty. Then from the Ups of the young singer came crystal clear notes, the alluring song of a mermaid haunted by a glimpse of a sailor lad. The lovely bit of song went on to its close—to resounding applause. The change that came over Bob Weston’s face was electric. Barbars, sitting beside him, noticed this nervously. The careless, indifferent attitude vanished. Bob was leaning forward in his seat, staring at the masked singer. Then, as though remembering something, he leaned back in his seat again. “She has a lovely voice,” Mt. Weston said. “When Olive asked if they could use the ballroom I suggested that the masked girl would bring out a good crowd. I had heard her sing once.” “Dad, you old rounder!” Bob said. “Didn’t know you went in for night clubs.” “I don’t —ordinarily. But this girl is different.”

BARBARA spoke up then. “They say Barney Blake, who owns the Jigsaw, is mad about her, she said. “You have to discount that kind of gossip, Bob told her. “Oh, don’t be 1890! Everybody says it’s true!” The blue velvet curtains parted again. This time a slender girl in white stood in the center of the stage. The glow from the footlights revealed the graceful lines of a frock designed in a fashion of long ago. The girl’s hair was done in a quaint, old-time manner and she carried an old-fashioned bouquet. To Barney’s amazement he heard Joan’s voice raised in a current popular melody instead of the song they had selected. The song she was singing was on Joan's encore list, but this was the first time she had used it. She sang in a low, incredibly sweet voice, “Maybe if I loved you less, maybe you would love me more—” She was pouring out her heart in the song. It was moving dramatic. The entire audience seemed to feel the spell. As the song ended, wave on wave of applause rolled back from the vast room. Joan shook her head when Barney nodded to her. She stood, one steadying hand against the w’all and swayed a little. "Joan!’' Barney cried. “I can't go back." she told him. “Oh. Barney, take me away!” “Evidently the young lady refuses to be generous,” Bob’s father said when Joan failed to return for an encore. Bob did not answer. He was leaving the box. Barbara tried to stop him. “Oh, Bob!” she cried. He was gone. Out in the hall a servant hastened toward him. “I beg your pardon, sir. I have a message from Mr. Blake. He said the young lady is not well and the other performers will go on with the program.” “Tell Miss Wetheringtqn,” Bob said curtly. He dashed to the side entrance where his roadster was parked. Another car was passing through the gates. In another moment Bob was in close pursuit. He had not a doubt in the world—strange and fantastic as the thought was—that the masked girl was Joan! Listening to her voice in that last song,, he had been carried away to another crowded ballroom where a slender girl in white stood in the center of a stage, singing. Her dark hair was like wings against her cheeks. Below the black mask he noted the same soft, resolute chin. The voice was the same, too. tt tt tt 808 remembered Jim Warfield's curt reply when he had asked about Jean one evening weeks before. “She's gone away,” Jim had said. “Somewhere, I hope, where she'll be appreciated.” Bob was exultant. Now he had found her! More than that, now he knew —as he had always known —that Joan was the one girl in the world for him. All the tormenting doubts and bitterness had been the result of his dee*> love for her. The avenue was heavy with traffic and Bob w r as forced to drive slowly. As he neared an intersection the signal light flashed. A second before the blue car ahead j of him had shot forward. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE APE MAN

After Jean's mysterious disappearance, the safari moved on through the jungle, vainly seeking to find her. All but Holt were close to exhaustion by their rapid pace. The native bearers began complaining. Riano shouted at them. Increasingly surly and rebellious, they shouted back.

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Several of them threw their bundles down and squatted on the ground, refusing to go further. Although, half-heartedly, Riano lashed them with his whip, they did not get up. The whole safari halted and Holt came striding back angrily. “Whafs the matter here?” he asked Riano.

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“Men tired, Bwana,” replied Riano sulkily. Holt snatched up Riano's whip, exclaiming: “Tired, eh?” He began lashing the men nearest him, who squatted beside their packs. Furiously, as he lashed them, he cried: “Tired now? Still tired?”

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

After several of his stinging strokes, the men jumped up and picked their bundles uj* Walking along the line and glaring at the men, Holt demanded, sternly: “Anybody else tired?" The men rolled their eyes at him and stood at attention. Holt tossed the whip back to Riano.

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