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dured, despite her efforts to ascribe it to nerves rendered ragged by two

She had turned over every penny of his assets to his family. What else

‘Virtually killed? No!

HE dropped into a chair and contemplated her cheerless situation. = Henceforth, she must work for her daily bread, yet she was in no way equipped to do so. Would she be able to find a job be- . fore her money gave out? The world cruise had bitten deep into her small personal capital— .

Yet, it had been worth it! The . bright labels caught her glance, reviving memories of sunlit decks, moonlit nights, long white beaches under tropic skies, pagodas, temples, the bright boulevards of Paris and the gray, foggy, mysterious vistas of London.

Into all of these pictures came a compelling figure—a tall, sunburned man who had met her every mood and whim with gratifying alacrity. Darrell Blake.

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HE roused herself and shook her head resolutely. “Mooning won't solve your problems! Alison, my dear, you've got to think and think hard! Al that other life is finished-——done!” She rose with a sigh. “Youre alone now, and you'll stay alone! There's no place for romance in your life, my child!” She rose briskly and went into the bedroom. Here was stacked the salvage from her possessions, brought from her former home. She had forgotten there were so many trunks and boxes to be opened. Unpacking was plainly in order, not idle day-dreaming. . . . She was struggling to open a big wardrobe trunk when a subdued rap on the front door caught her ear. The janitor, no doubt—an amiable creature who had helped with her bags and had promised to join her presently with hammer and chisel. She sped to welcome him, throwing wide the door,

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I: was not the janitor, but a tall, handsome man in well-cut gray tweeds, who stood in the doorway. He stepped quickly forward, put his arms around her and held her close in a most human and satisfying fashion. “D-Darrell! Don't—you mustn't —Oh, how did you find me here?” She broke free. “I—I thought——" “I know! You thought you'd given me the slip when you got away from the pier without saying good-by! What was the big idea, anyway? You knew—you must have known—I love you! Why run away? I saw you getting into that taxi, luckily, or I'd have had a fine time—" “Oh! You followed me!” “Yes. Just like the villain in the old days, and I've been waiting downstairs until I could get the

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her as she backed away, and sank into a chair. ! “It—it's true I love you, Darrell,”

she faltered. “But I can’t marry! you. I—I can’t. I'm—you don't understand. I'm a—a murderess! I —murdered my husband—1 murdered him!” ; “Alison!” A bewildered expression was on Blake's face as she stammered her self-accusation. “What

nonsense— : He forced himself t6 silence as she told her story, bit by painful bit, ending with the quarrel which had driven Acton Carter to his last desperate act. ” » ” . “ HESE past few months might have been heavenly for me,” she finished. “But it—it just wasn’t to be, that's.all! Please—go!” Swiftly, he crossed to her. Gently but firmly, he took her by the shoul- | ders and shook her. “My poor, foolish darling! And you've been living these months with a nightmare like that! That was why you kept so aloof on the ship—why you bolted from the pier this morning. A victim of your own imagination—suffering for nothing—" “Nothing!” Alison echoed hysterically. “You call it nothing! When I drove him to—to his death! I'm haunted day and night—" “By a ghost I'm going to lay! I've something to tell you, Alison! About Acton Carter. You know I'm a lawyer, but you evidently don’t know that Carter came to me a month before he died—asking' how he might get a divorce from you—" “A divorce!” Alison caught her breath, staring at him. “We weren't happy—ever. We quarrel often. But —=a, divorce—"

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“Y TURNED him down,” said Darrell. “When I later met you, on the cruise, I never mentioned Carter, naturally, because I didn’t want to remind you of unpleasant things. But good grief, if I'd only guessed you were ignorant of the truth, I'd have spoken fast enough— “The—the truth?” “I knew the reason he wanted a divorce. It had nothing to do with you. But to- think he made you pay for what another woman did to him—" » * “Another woman! D-Darrell!” “Your ghost is laid, darling. Ac=ton Carter committed suicide the

he was infatuated eloped with another man—one richer and younger than himself!” THE END

1936, by _ United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

WANT STREET CLOSED

Taxpayers Bring Action Against Town of Williams Creek.

A petition to vacate a part of Williams Creek-blvd is on file today in Circuit Court naming the town of Williams Creek as defendant. Filed by Arthur R. and Margaret King Lacey, the complaint states that the part of the boulevard the plaintiffs want vacated is not now improved or open and passable for traffic and that it is not necessary to the growth of the town.

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