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BFGiN HIRE TOOAV Ir*n Oardn'r become* *n air *tfwrdf* •o that the t.irill and *d-.*nture of beir.a far above pfv trouble* will help her to for ire t Dr Bart Ralston Bart plans to marry Pretty Rtagtn. d*uah’*r of a famoua t irgeen. merely to further hi* ambition for a meoicei career. In a few montn- Irene i* no loneer dlstarbed by mouehts of Bart. In'-’ead ahe Pnd* heriteif drawn to eav. impudent Barney O Sullivan. on of ‘he piio's Deapt'e her protest*, he arcep’s h challenge of her resistance to love-making and kisses her soundly. Even while she protests Irene know* that ahe couldn t relist h!a Wane*. Pegjy 1* Jealous of Bart's renewed interest in Irene, r;• ater reaii/e* she mav a* welt lace the fac* that Bart doe'n t Jove h*r. She assure* Irene solemnly that the hat come to her tenses Irene almost lose- her job when her roommate, Eve Meadows, wears her uniform to a speakeasy one nigh’, and wait* for E\ e to arrive and explain Bart bur*** m srt*h the news that Peggy ha* released him from their engagement, but Irene tell* him that she is in love with someone else. N NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR UNTIL the moment that she confessed it to Bart, Irene hadn’t realized herself that she was in love with Barney O'Sullivan. As she spoke the words, a sweeping flood of emotion was released. Pride, joy, surprise at her blindness, and the thrilling conviction that this love was returned made her face so radiant that even Bart was convinced by it. It isn't Stephen,” he said skeptically. “No. I'm fond of Steve. But he's like a brother to me.” The doctor's face darkened. 'T can't believe it, Irene. Perhaps you are mistaking infatuation for love. It can be done, you know. In the mood you were in, Tintex saves dollars on Spring Apparel Restores —or gives # new colors —to your entire wardrobe Why spend dollars needlessly when at the cost of ©nlv a few pennies Tintex will make your last season's apparel ... or home decorations ... as colorfresh as new? For Tintex is sheer color-magic for every washable fabric.w restoring faded color i * or giving new* color in the i twinkling of an eye. Insist ©n Tintex—there is no substitute. 38 biilliant, longlasting colors. Avoid Substitutes—- • Always say “Tintex” to your dealer tAt ell drug and notion counters 15 j Wzm-T v * -w iminw 5 PARK&TILFORD | DISTRIBUTORS

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I it would be easy to fancy yourself | in love with someone who might not appeal to you at all in your saner moments.” She smiled at him. “ My love for you was like that, ! Bart! I can see now it was the kind of adoration you might have had from any of the nurses who I worked with you.” ‘ You were very much in love with me.” he protested. "We have many mutual interests, dozens of things to bind us together. You could help as the ordinary wife couldn't. “Yes, I thought that. too. Bart. That's why it hurt so much. "But, darling,” he pleaded, “can't you see that it will come back to you? You've been upset by all that's j happened, but you must understand j that it hasn't been easy for me, ' either.” “I know it hasn't. For your sake and Peggy s, too I m glad she's broken your engagement, but it's too late to mean anything to me.” “At least promise me you won't do anything reckless.” “Such as?” “Getting yourself engaged or married right away.” "That will be up to him, I think.” Bart groaned. “You are crazy about him, aren't

I you?” She did not answer, but there was no doubting the tenderness in her I eyes; the hot, sweet color which dyed her cheeks. “Whoever he is, he is a very lucky man," Bart said soberly. an a HIS own face was white, but Irene knew that his grief at losing her was only temporary. Nothing really mattered or ever would matter to Dr. Bartlett Ralston except his work. Pete Evans had been right about that. They parted without bitterness. “I realize it is my own fault,” he said. “And I wish you happiness. If ever you feel differently about me or if i can ever do anything for you, I am at your command.” He had always been able to express himself well. She found herself appreciating his vocabulary as much as ever. “That's sweet of you, Bart. I shall never feel anything but kindly toward you. I loved you so much.” “Past tense,” he said wryly. "Well, it’s coming to me. I guess. At that, it’s no more of a. blc' ,r than I handed you the day I broke our engagement.” For a fleeting instant, Irene had a vision of that distant airplane which had dipped and soared like a dizzy bird. “I’ll never forget it,” she admitted. “But it brought me luck. Because if you hadn't done that to me, I'd never have gone into aviation.” Very gently Bart kissed her cheek. “Goodbye, my darling! And good luck! Perhaps you’ll think of me i once in a while when you're sailing around in the clouds.” “I'll be sure to,” she promised. After he had gone, she sat for a long time with one hand cuddled against the cheek he had kissed. Fate was more beneficent than she had dreamed. Snatching away her heart's desire to replace j it with something infinitely more j precious. Barney was more at- ! tuned to her spiritually and physi- I cally than Bart had been. Had j more to offer. With Bart, she would have lived securely, feet always on the ground, secondary always to that stronger passion which was his work. With Barney, she would be flying toward heaven, touching the stars. A short life, perhaps, but such a merry one. Ecstasy never to be found in an earth-bound romance would be hers in the Irish pilot’s arms. And not ecstasy only, but respect and admiration fpr an in- ! fegritv and steadfastness which she 1 knew were his. She was recalled from her dream by Eve's cautious opening of the ! door. “You needn't bother to be quiet," Irene said. “I'm awake.” Eve did not look any too pleased at seeing her anci as she advanced into the firelight, the air stewardess asked. “Why did you take my uni- i form?” The other girl's blue eyes flashed, j “I don’t know what you're talk- , ing about.” “Oh. yes. you do! You took my uniform after I was asleep and wore i it to a speakeasy.”

"You must be crazy,” Eve said coldly. “Why in heaven's name should I want to wear your uniform?” Irene was furious. “That's what I'm asking you. I can't understand why you'd do such a thing unless you want me to lose my job.” Eve shrugged. “Don't be silly, Irene. You have done everything you can to show your disapproval of me without accusing me of a trick like that.” For a moment. Irene was tempted to believe her. Eve looked so innocent. Her eyes were so angelic. Her expression so hurt. But the next morning when she found the belt to her uniform where Eve's careless hands had dropped it beneath a pile of clothes on her closet floor, Irene knew her suspicions had been justified. Eve resented her championship of Virginia, and during the month they were going to have to spend together would probably be as catty as possible. With this in mind, Irene grimly decided to take no chances. She locked her bedroom door when she went to bed at night and again when she left it in the morning. Not a pleasant way to live, but she could stand it. She told herself she could stand anything for the few nights she was at home when her days were so delightful.

it a a HER blissful flights with Barney were alternated with less exciting ones with the other pilots. But there was always a chance, even if he didn’t fly the plane to its destination, that he might bring it home. Always the possibility of seeing him at one of the airports. Always the glorious instinctive conviction that eventually Barney would take her in his arms again and make her admit the truth. He had been right to say she was a coward. She had deceived herself for weeks, but she realized now’ that she needed love —his love, tender, exciting, sweet, more than anything in the world. Both were busy and their time together was limited, but she was certain that sooner or later, he would make an opportunity to see her alone. And she was right, as girls in love usually are about such matters. One Saturday afternoon, she returned from a shopping trip to find Tom Merrit’s car parked before her apartment. But the pilot in the living room was Barney. Eve had been sitting with him for almost an hour while she practiced her Lorelei enticements, but Irene was not afraid of the other girl's wiles where Barney was concerned. Far from appearing intrigued the pilot looked bored, as Eve cooed, "I’ve been entertaining your boy friend for you.” “Perhaps I shouldn’t have waited,” Barney said, as if uncertain of his welcome. “I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't,” Irene assured him. She had never seen Barney O'Sullivan so diffident. “I borrowed Tom car’s thinking you might like to go to the beach, but its’ rather late now.” “There's nothing I'd rather do,”

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Irene said eagerly. “Shall I make some sandwiches?” • No. Don't bother. We can stop for something to eat.” Eve said sweetly, “I'm sorry I i can't go along, but I've another | date.” Barney said, “I'm sorry, too,” but even Eve could not have imagined anything but politeness in his response. Irene changed to an old suit, crammed a beret over her hair and i cried gaily, ‘“All set!" but Barney's spirits did not seem to rally. His : eyes avoided hers. His mouth looked hard and stern. When they were in Tom’s car driving toward the beach she asked quietly, “Anything wrong, i Barney?” He answered carelessly, “Hope!” “You seem sort of worried about something.” He grinned feebly. “Who? Me? You ought to know bv now I never worry about any- ! thing. What kind of sandwiches do you want?” “Cheese and beef," she suggested. She leaned back in the seat wait- [ tng for him, thinking happily, "I ! was right about his making an opportunity to see me. Bless his heart: ’ The afternoon stretched before her with limitless possibilities. It was so seldom that they had a chance to be alone together. But now at last it was Saturday afternoon; no work for either of them tomorrow’, and of his own accord he had suggested a picnic at the beach. Could anything be more perfect? (To Be Continued) Guild Will Meet An all-day meeting will be held by St. Francis Hospital Guild at the hospital Tuesday. Following a covered dish luncheon at noon a business meeting will be held at 2:15 to discuss preparations for Hospital Day on May 12 and for a dance May 21.

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Louisville Celebrating Derby Week Kentucky City Attracting Visitors From All Parts of Nation. BY HELEN WORDEN Tim** Special Writer. NEW YORK, May 2.—1 am on my way to the Kentucky Derby. The big race is not until Saturday, but many already are heading for Louisv'ile. Gov, Ruby Laffoon has ! declared an all-week celebration in hor.or of America's greatest race track show. Town folk, farmers, mountaineers, the rich, the poor, the high, the low, Judy O'Gradv and the Governor's lady rub elbows on Derby Day. Airplanes, private cars, sporty racers, ox-drawn carts and “shanks mare” bring the crowds into Louisville. Bands play, flags wave, Kentucky Bourbon flows and the party’s on. Among Derby Day standbys are Mrs. Payne Whitney, Mrs. Dodge Sloane, Mrs. Graham Fair Vanderbilt, Mrs. Deering Howe, Mrs. Henry Carnegie Phipps, Mrs. T. H. Somerville, whose horse, Troublemaker, broke his neck in the Maryland Cup races, Saturday; Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose Clark, Mr. and Mrs. Ogden Mills, Mrs. Billy Hitt, Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt Whitney, Mr. and Mrs. Jock Whitney, Mrs. Charles Shipman Payson, Mr. and Mrs. William Woodward, Col. E. R. Bradley, Joseph Widener, Mrs. Ralph Hertz, Elizabeth Arden, George Bull, Sam Rosoff and Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt. Mrs. Payne Whitney, whose entry, Plat Eye, is looked upon with favor, hopes to cheer the Greentree Silks at the Derby this year. For two weeks she has been in the New York Hospital, but this week she returned to her home at 972 sth-av. “If she's well enough to walk, she’s going,” a friend said. The marvelous new buildings and equipment of New York’s oldest hospital were made possible through the generosity of the late Payne Whitney. He left the institution several millions. At the time of his death, the hospital was on W. 16thst between sth and 6th-avs, an ornate old red brick building across from Mrs. Edwards Spencer’s home. The gloom of this mid-Victorian structure was quite in contrast to the super-modern shafts of white stone at E. 68th-st and the East River. I have distinct memories of the old building, for an artist friend

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Thom, the recluse of 16th-st, ral brought in to die. She had a fear of banks. Her fortune, consisting of thousands of dollars in one, two, rive and ten-dollar bills and stock •ertifleates was tucked in her shoes, stockings, waist and hat.