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BY ROBERT DICKSON (1936, NEA Service, Inc.) BEGIN HERE TODAY Marcia Canfield, daughter of wesithy lip Canfield, meets Bruce McDougall, artist, shortly after the mysterious dis- . &ppearance of Frank Kendrick, to whom Marcia had been engaged. When shortages had been found in Kendrick’s business accounts, Marcia is more shocked than heartbroken. She realizes she was never in love with him. . MeDougall is attentive until Dorothy Osborn, who dislikes Marcia, leads him ‘40 believe Marcia is engaged to another man, . There is a bank holdup and police commandeer the Canfield car to follow _ the bandits. The car is wrecked and both Marcia and her father are injured. McDougall, driving with Derothy Osborn and her mother, comes upon the seene. He takes Marcia and her father to a hospital. ' NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER TWENTY TIENT Frank Osborn, who in & fifty-odd years had accomplished only the holding of a mediocre job, the maintenance of a modest home and the rearing to rebellious womanhood of one child—oh, yes! i @nd had, in spite of his failings, fomehow managed to earn and keep the thorough devotion of Mrs. Osporn, to whom he was equally devot¢d—this Frank Osborn apprehensively watched the contents of a colJection of pots on the stove and a roasting pan in the oven. -. Mr. Osborn was not a cook—he earned his living as a. bookkeeper— but a bookkeeper who at fifty-odd has never provided his wife with a servant must, for his failure, have learned during the years to be helpful in all the household duties. . And tonight Mr. Osborn had been left with the responsibility for keeping dinner just this side of done, pending the return of Mrs. Osborn and Dorothy and a guest—a ‘man guest. He wished they'd hurry; to his ~ time-accustomed, yet still inexpert eye, dinner appeared ready to serve, and he didn’t want to be blamed for any mishaps. . They had left—Dorothy and her mother—almost an hour ago, and the trip should not have taken more ~ than 30 minutes. With that final spurt by which food in process of cooking becomes in an instant overcooked, the things on the stove were in danger, and Mr. Osborn turned Off the burners, confident that the folks would be along any minute.

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HE walked into the living room 4 and gazed at what Dorothy had accomplished, the new slip covers, the curtains, the repaired furniture, the lamp shades. Right ood, he mused; the poor kid hadn’t ad much to work with. He sighed regretfully; he had not given his family many of the pleasant things. But, heavens! He'd been lucky to hold his job, in the midst of many layoffs; there had been salary cuts, too, when his salary never had been large. Well— . He heard the car crunch through the snow in the driveway. A moment later the back door opened; Dorothy and Mrs. Osborn came in. Funny, bringing a guest in the back way. - But there was no guest. “There’s been the most awful accident!” Mrs. Osborn said, going to the stove at once, despite the news she had to tell. “Something happen to young Mr.—?” her husband began. “Mr. McDougall? No, he’s all right. My land, you can’t imagine! Bank robberies, wrecks, police in 8 commandeered car—I guess I'll never be the same again. Here, ~ wait till I get my things off and “we'll tell you all about it at din- - ner. Frank, you let that roast get ~ a mite overdone—$2.40 worth of ~ meat there, not a cent less. But, ~ goodness, we were gone lots longer than we thought we'd be! You did all right. You should have seen— Here, Dorothy, we tan sit right down

~ to dinner.” “I can't eat, other,” Dorothy

ot turn on the . n her bed and looked out a window at the night, at the pools which the street lamps made on the snow. No dinner

T\OROT light, but sat

party! ~~ _ It was a bit hard to take—though © tragedy and pain had crossed her ‘path this evening, this was still a 3it hard to take! She had no love for Marcia Canfield, yet the memory of the wrecked car and its still passengers, the memory of that awful ride to the hospital, had awakened in her a quick rush of © sympathy for the hurt. ; + No, it was not that she felt no concern ‘for Marcia; but fate had 80 needlessly brought her own pathetic little plans into the tangle. The bank robbery and its sequel, the Canfields’ accident, would both have happened, with or without the ~ Osborns.

If her mother had not had the ‘errand to do, they would not have parked on Main-st at all; they would have come home, with Mr. . McDougall, to the dinner party, as she had would have been robbed, Marcia's gar would have been commandeered ind wrecked, but the Osborns and eir guest would not have been inolved—so uselessly involved.

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sembled at Beadparies. He had 1] also of Carlo

Stellicci’s death, but had not been long enough in Neck to know of the man, nor to realize Tony Stelliccl’s reldt p. On his way home McDougall had, in fact, passed Tony and given him a hod, without knowing! that the youth was returning to his own home from the police station, bearing a mental burden. Tony, indeed, was as much a victim of this t's events as was any one else in bbs Neck, but the necessity for keeping a serene countenance, for his father’s sake, had disciplined him, so that he all's nod and “Hello” with calm courtesy. McDougall , sat at his drawing board and sharpened pencils mechanically, to the time. His thoughts were on |a hospital room, and the urge-to know what was passing there became too great to resist. L, . Comm H: rose and called the hospital, Miss Canfield? The = doctérs thought she was doing all right. Was she conscious yet? y—a pause—the doctors thought she was doing all right. Despairing of getting more than a stereotyped, noncommittal reply, “McDougall replaced the receiver, and half an hour later called again. Miss Canfield was ‘progressing well. Later, Miss Canfield was doing well. McDougall fell asleep in a chair. He awakened at o'clock, called again, got the same reply. He realized he was hungry. It was only a few minutes’ walk to the

a distressing so because he could ‘do nothing at all about. it at this hour. ho.

fating, the irritating matter aside and went out into the night, strode toward Main-st. 1g He had not cashed a check at

the bank, but.-he bad.

and for cigarets. Tony Stellicci was on duty at the restaurant, and the two or three other

customers, aware of Carlo’s| rela-

tionship and of the past evening’s|:

news, were, therefore, refraining from any reference to the Ty. McDougall, silent and alone at the end of the counter, equally unwilling to discuss the affair, did not notice that. the village gossip, common in conversation - here, had been replaced tonight by matters further afield. { Before noon he ‘called Dorothy, awkwardly apologetic, expecti a cold, perhaps indignant, reception. But she ‘was charmingly understanding, and all the pi es he had tried to invent did not require saying. It had occurred to| him, anticipating the talk, to ask her for a date and to’ arrange some extraordinary entertainment, to make amends for: what he had done. Somehow « he received, as if the telephone were a. sympathetic, understanding instrument, the Tatas idea that his apology was, for the

time, all that should be offered. It|

was mystifying, but he had the conviction that he could only let matters rest. Women, after all, were funny! {

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(To Be Continued)

| By Marcia

M=s SOPHIE FLIGHT peeled the wrapper from another package of chewing gum. “This time,” she confided to the woman across the train aisle, “I'm mixing wintergreen with pepsin, I've tried peppermint with grape, and licorice with fruit, so I thought I'd see how th combination tasted.” She munched for a moment. “S-welll” she decided vigorously. “My niece, back in the States, never will let me chew . She’s finicky. Awfully sweet” girl, but particular. Anyway, I said to myself, when I planned this trip to Mexico, ‘Sophie, in all your 40-odd years’—I don't look {my age, do I?—'you’ve never had {a real vacation. Now is the time| to enjoy yourself.’ ” The recipient of all this convern, a teacher from Iowa, smiled

y. ow interesting,” she said. ” ”

s QOPHIE drew a dep breath and continued. “So I bought packages and packages of gum—and a red sweater. I've always ‘wanted one, but I'm considered a trifle bulky for red. And how do you like my new shoes?” She stretched out dainty feet encased in low-cut burgundy suede slippers with three-inch heels. “They're very good-leoking. You have pretty feet,” the teacher admitted grudgingly. | . “Men always notice my feet and ankles,” giggled Sophie. The school teacher had picked up a book and was trying to read, but Sophie went gai ly on. “I packed the prettiest things I have, and wore everything I like best. Even my rings.” She stretched out plump white hands on which glistened two rings which were quite evidently valuable. The teacher was at last impressed, and Sophie, agog over her audience, sighed happily. | % “I made just two resolutions,” she beamed. “First—not to worry about one single thing, and second, to bring back a souvenir that would really mean something. 8 =» 2 HE hesitant Mexican train, puffing up from Guadalajara to Mexico City, crawled into a small station at twilight. Sophie and her adopted friend looked out the window with interest. “My, aren't there a Jot of passengers getting on the t here!” the teacher pointed out. ‘All men.” “Mozos,” Sophie said, with an air of superior knowledge. The Iowan stiffened. “You said you weren't going -to worry about anything on this trip, Well, you'll have plenty to worry about if that villainous bunch turn out to be bandits,” she observed in her best stay-after-school manner. . “Have some gum?” |

“No, thank you!” between them

There: was silence b as the train rattled on through the countryside. The moon came up and gleamed eerily on the scrub

pine. ; “We're simply miles from anywhere. could happen,” the teacher said nervously, looking out of the window.

“If you weren't pre for a little danger, you ould have stayed at home,” tie remarked

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into the train, Sophie paused, and reopene negotiations with || the Mexican whose hat she had fried to appropriate. She offered to trade her new red sweater for his sombrero. He might not want the sweater, but how about his sweetheart? And his hat was such a lovely souvenir! Wouldn't | he please let her have it? i 2 8 = t HE. bandit considered. “Si |Senora,” he finally decided, handing her the hat, and taking the sweater. “And I also take |the Senora’s shoes,” he added, glancing with admiration at Sophie's wellshod feet. I “Well, it’s worth it to get that hat,” she assured herself. i. “So you had nothing to worry about!” Sophie, however, unconcerned. “Look at my souvenir!” she giggled happily. | “But your rings! Theyre gone!” “Oh, no,” said Sophie. “I took them off as soon as I saw those bandits. I was wondering where to hide them, and was considering sticking them in the arch of one of my shoes when that man dropped: his hat . . .” I Sophie smiled smugly and reach deep into the top of the sombrero. She tore out a large lump of chewing gum. In it were embedded the

seemed quite

two rings! Hi THE END.

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