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BEGIN HERE TODAY ~ Kate and Caroline Meed live on a farm with their lovable, indolent grandfather,

gaged to Morgan Prentiss but breaks the nt when she finds he is on the of jJilting her for Eve Elwell, beauSiful and wealthy. . Major Meed loses the farm to Jeff ~ Beoward, a bitter young mountaineer. Kate hates Jeff, yet Is fascinated by him, while he loves her in spite of her insoJent treatment. Caroline sings at a Stephen Foster gelebration, wearing an 1850 costume, and is a great success. A young man . pitting next to Kate asks for Caroline's address. Next day Major Meed has a sunstroke and is very ill. Jeff Howard Belps carry him to bed and afterward Brings ice to the invalid. Kate still avoids Jefl. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER THIRTY

AJOR MEED was mightily chagrined to find himself bedridden the day after what he scoffingly called “a little faint spell.” He said to Kate apologetically, “I reckon youll want to send me 0 that old soldiers’ home you were talkin’ about, now I'm such a nuisance?” Kate shook her head. “I was a fool to suggest that, Gran'dad. I don’t know whatever made me. You don’t hold it against me, do you?” He patted her hand. “There's not as sweet a girl as you on this green earth, Kate — except Caroline, of course. I don't count myself a poor man or one to be pitied, as long as I've got my two granddaughters. Who's that downstairs, baby?” “It's Mr. Howard. Caroline's ialking to him.” “What does he want?”

“To ask after your health, 1

reckon. Would you like your hair , roached this morning, Gran’'dad?” “Yes, that would be nice. Like a preacher. . . . It was Jeff Howard that helped Zeke get me to Red

low.”

“Um-m. Try to sleep now, while I |

fan. It's a hot day.” Downstairs Jeff was saying to Caroline, “I'll bring more ice this .evenin.’ I stopped by to tell you to count on it. I'd gladly bring

whisky and brandy, only I reckon |

you don't want to give it to the old gentleman?” “No, we don’t, Mr. Howard. He’s too fond of it.” Caroline was surprised to find herself thinking of Jeff Howard as a confidential friend. She had been doing so ever since he came to her rescue yesterday. “Ice is the greatest gift you could offer. keep two ice bags filled for Gran’dad. Besides, the rest of us enjoy the ice, too.” Their eyes met. Caroline felt | that the very atmosphere was | charged with Kate, whose name he would not speak. She said impulsively, holding out her hand, “Try not to mind if my sister seenis hard and unforgiving, Mr. Howard. Life hurts her more than it hurts most people because she bumps into it without dodging. She was always like that, even as a little thing. Uncompromising.” He shook hands without an answer and went away. Caroline pitied him.because he was inarticulate. She was reminded of the time Shep broke his leg and had shown “his suffering only in his eyes.

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IM ATTERNOON and a strange car before the house. Carodine and Kate, looking down cautiously from an upper window, saw a young man get out and consult the name on the mail box. Kate exclaimed, “It's—that Neilson man!” “Who?” asked Caroline blankly. “Carl Neilson. Your fan. Your public. He sat next to me when you sang and yelled into my ear lo ask who you were. I gave him your address, but I thought he'd only write a letter—" Downstairs Althy was admitting the caller. They could hear her poJitely asking him to “rest” his hat on the table and sit down. “Spruce up!” Kate said to Caroline. “He'll expect you to lock pretty. I'll help you dress. Yes, Althy! She'll be right down!” A quick change of clothing, fragrant powder, a comb run through hair already smooth and shining, and Caroline was ready. Kate, sitting beside her sleeping grandfather and mechanically fanning him, heard the murmur of voices below. Two hours of it. Then the man took his departure and Caroline came running upstairs and into tRe room, starry‘eyed. “Guess what!” she said in an ecstatic whisper. “He's from a Louisville radio station! I'm to have an audition!” Kate arose and they did a dance together in jubilation. They had indulged in this inanity since earliest childhood, whenever joy . overtook them. They danced out of the room now, down the narrow hallway and into their own room, where they fell into chairs and stared at one another with delight. “Tell all!” Kate implored dramatically. “Isn't he attractive?” said. “He's not married.”

ATE was impatient. “I'm not interested in Mr. Neilson's pri- ~ wate life. What about your chances? Go on. Talk!” “Yes. . . . Well, his radio station has a sponsor who's looking for a ' program. They want some one to sing for half an hour every week day from 7 to 7:30. They had in mind simple ballads. That sort of thing. Mr. Neilson's been scouting for some one. When he heard me, he thought I'd do. I'm to have an

Caroline

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“Better. I didn't tell him why you went to Louisville. Well?” “They've accepted me, Kate. Here's my contract.” They walked to the porch and sat on the steps and wept in each other’s arms. “Seventy dollars a week!” Caroline announced incredulously. “Oh, Caroline! For doing something you love to do!” “I've planned it all out, Kate I'm going to do my final year at the University and get my degree. T'll take two voice lessons a week. I'll live as cheaply as possible and send home all I can » They laughed and wept again, until Althy came out and stared at them, hands on hips, and asked excitedly, “What de trouble now? Is de sky fell?”

AROLINE'S work was to start at once, so a telegram informed her, and the first broadcast would take place the following Monday. | There followed quickly, then, ad- | vertisements on the radio pages of the newspapers announcing the program’s advent and Carcline Meed's picture in the 1850 ball gown. News columns mentioned that Caroline Meed, who was [to be heard on daily evening broad{casts from 7 to 7:30, was a Ken|tucky girl, a granddaughter of | Major Sam Meed of Shelby and | daughter of the late Captain Merri- | weather Meed, who was killed at { Chateau Thierry in the World War. | , Shelby took its new celebrity to {its heart and there followed for | Caroline four or five days of pleas{ant attentions rendered by her sur- | prised townspeople. ' Kate said, with a slightly ma- | licious delight, “Nobody expected a Meed to be heard from, Caro- | line! They've looked on us as | extinet.” | Major Meed had {fo be told,

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since Caroline must leave home, but all the details were kept from him. It would be best for him not to know the particulars, they felt, inasmuch as he might suffer sym

In the days that followed Jeff Howard continued _to bring ice and to inquire after the sick man. Through Althy he sent “congratulations to Miss Caroline.” ' That was - all. - He never - encountered Kate during his brief visits and he had no way of knowing whether this . was accidental - or studied avoidance on her part. He only knew that his heart pounded suffocatingly when he approached the ugly little house that sheltered her; that when he had driven away a great loneliness. settled around his life like a fog, obscuring whatever it was that made life worth living. Kate had decided not to tune in for Caroline’s first broadcast. Yet, as Monday afternoon wore away, she felt more and more impelled to listen. At 6:50 she was fingering the dials - excitedly,” only to hear a garbled blur of sound that left her despairing. The set which they used—an ancient, undependable affair "at best—operated from batteries, and these, evidently, were sadly in need of being charged. . Kate suddenly felt that she must hear Caroline’s first broadcast or she could not stand it. Caroline would be in the studio now, composing herself, looking over her notes. In 10 minutes she would be on the air. The thought was too much for Kate. She ran- from the house, jumped into the sedan that stood in the driveway and drove like mad toward Meed Meadows as unerringly as a bird winging its way home,

(To Be Concluded)

NIGHT

HE hotel lobby was empty when young Judge Bert Roth | took his hat from the ‘checkroom | girl and stopped to light a cigaret before going out into the night. | He glanced up as a couple | emerged from the cocktail bar off [the lobby. He would have known |that rippling laughter anywhere. { He hurried to overtake them.

| “Judith, I want to talk to you, |I've——" he began, but she inter-

rupted him. “This is hardly the place, Bert, even if theke were anything to say— but there isn’t.” “Maybe you haven't anything to say, but I have. I've tried to get a chance to say it for weeks, but whenever I see you——" The contempt in the look he gave Perth Armstrong finished the sentence for him. = = ” “ OU won't need to bother trying any longer. I'm driving to the coast tomorrow,” Judith told him haughtily, as she linked her arm through Perth's, and swept past. Bert stood where they left him for several minutés. Events of the past weeks sped through his mind. The thousand petty details that went to make up his working day. The long sessions in the courtroom at night. Sitting at home trying to read with Judith’s lovely face blotting out the printed page before him. He had to see her alone! He was sure he could make it up. In fact, he couldn't remember how their quarrel had started—but once started, it had gathered momentum. He turned and walked out of the hotel. In the parking lot he found his own long shiny car ‘beside Judith’s little yellow coupe. = n ” UDGE ROTH rapped sharply for order. It was nearly midnight, and an annoyingly noisy night court was in session. Traffic violators lined the front row of seats. The rest of the courtroom was crowded with spectators who came to comment, to whisper, and to giggle at the confusion and occasional humor in a case. Tired reporters scribbled wearily. The young judge rapped again. “Clear the courtroom of all spectators,” he ordered. “This is a court of law—not a vaudeville performance.” He waited until the last reluctant shuffles of feet had subsided. Then he resumed his. cases. He stole an occasional glance at Judith at the far end of the front row. Her head was thrown back with an air of injured dignity, and she clasped and unclasped her slender gloved hands on the arm of her chair. Her discomfort eased his own feeling of self-pity. At least—Perth was not along. . At last Judith stood before him— head erect and eyes focused on above d beyond him, He read slowly: EJ » = “ JUDITH MARKHAM, for driving with only one license plate.” Judith stood motionless, defiant and angry. “Officer Stanwick, will you report your findings?” “Your Honor, this lady was driving down Alvon Boulevard without a rear license plate at 10:30 tonight.” “Miss Markham. you know that a car should carry two license plates, do you not?” Reluctantly, she nodded. A reporter snickered. “You will turn your keys over to Officer Stanwick,” Bert said calmly. “At such time as you produce the new plate, we will have it attached and return your car.” = =

C2oR flamed cheeks. “I can’t turn my keys over,” she

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Judith’s pent-up anger the stage of tears and she

dropped {the keys into Officer Stanwick's

hand. Judge Roth gathered his papers together. In a moment he would be free to talk with Judith. the door opened and Perth came running up to Judith, the missing license plate in his hand. “Here’s the plate, Judy,” he ex-

By C. Aldrich Blackmore

~Daily Short Story

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ments while the color drained from his face and perspiration dampened his brow. The reporters came out of their lethargy and wrote rapidly. Grins spread over their faces. “I know!” Judith exclaimed suddenly, turning to Bert. “It must have fallen in your driveway when I took the plants to your mother today. I didn’t want to leave them in my apartment while I was away.”

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UDGE ROTH'S sigh was audible as he turned to Officer Stanwick. “See that some one puts the plate on: Miss Markham’s car.” He turned back to Judith. “Will you please wait in my office?” “I'm comfortable here, thank you,” she retorted, and turned toward Perth. The broad smiles on the reporters’ faces told Judge Roth that the story in the morning papers would amuse the public. Well—let them laugh. They really hadn’t a thing on him— thanks to Judith. The important thing, now was to get rid of Perth. Coming down from the bench, he took Judith’s arm firmly. . “Come into my office. Goodnight, Perth.” # ” #" UDITH pulled back a little, but an upward glance at Bert's determined jaw made her add her own goodnight to his. Inside his office, Bert gathered her close in his arms. Judith’s resistance was feeble. “Judy, let’s quit acting like a couple of kids. You do love me—or you wouldn't have saved my face the way you did about those plants.” “Saved your face! Whatever do you mean? I did take the plants to your mother. The license piate— Bert Roth! You didn’t—-!” “Darling — whatever I did, it worked out beautifully. I had to see you tonight. And you're not going away tomorrow —or ever again— without me.” Judith sighed contentedly against his shoulder. (THE END)

1936. by United Feature

The characters in this story are fictitious.

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