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BEGIN HERE TODAY Paul I, King of Northumbra, becomes Private citizen Paul Ferrone when he abdicates for the love of Ardath Richmond, Canadian-born actress. Paul's younger brother, Joseph, succeeds to the kingship, With calm finality, Paul signs the formal abdication papers at his royal Jods, says, ‘Well, gentlemen, it is all over.’ Then he spends a few last minutes with his brother Joseph. “Joseph,” he warns, “you don’t belong to yourself any more. You belong to the people now , . goodby.” . In| a few seconds Paul is whisked away to the royal airport, his plane takes off and he leaves his throne behind | him forever. He looks over the pilot’s shouldér ahead, as if trying to make out what lies out there in the future. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY |

The characters and- situations in this story are wholly fictional and imaginary and are not intended to porfray any actual persons or events.

CHAPTER TWO

T lievably blue of the Bay of St. Francis. The green land lay in a wide curve, a rim of golden ~sand . meeting the white turf; to the north, the sullen blackness of Cape Roman lay in| a jumbled, rocky line on the ‘horizon, a barrier to cut off the - storms of the open sea and insure for the bay an everlasting peace. ~ " The| villas lay scattered along the shore, gay with their white walls ‘and their red roofs. Neat green lawns ran down to the sand, broken by old stone, walls and flights of whitewashed stone steps. Each villa had its clump of trees to give it shade and privacy, its flowering shrubs and its gay, informal gar-

- dens i 11 the world there was not a : t where things were more perfectly | arranged to permit life to flow smobthly and easily. ~ The| Villa San Margarete was one of the largest. An ivy-grown stone wall shut it off from the winding road on the landward side; toward the sea, a wide lawn sloped gently down to the curving shore. A second-story balcony with its wrought iron railing and its colorful canopy of red and white striped canvas overlooked the wide bay; climbing roses grew from the ground and twined their tendrils in and out of the railing, and serious-mind-ed bees went bumbling noisily from ~ blossom to blossom. There was a breakfast table on the balcony. Two people, a man and a woman, sat there looking out over the blue bay, saying little, thinking and feeling much. One of them was the former King Paul the First of Northumbra, now private citizen Paul Ferrone; the other was the Canadian-born former Ardath Richmond, once an actress familiar to New York and Hollywood and now—by grace of a ceremony performed 12 hours ago in the prefect’s office at the little village of San Loren Mrs. Paul Ferrone.

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NHE was a tall woman, with the palest of blond hair and the fairest | of fair skins. Her features were regular, delicate, more patri-cian-looking than those of the man beside her—which was rather odd, for she was the daughter of a Scandinavian baggage man in an Alberta junction town, while he was escendant of innumerable

you mind,” said Paul, taking et from an ebony box on the if we just sit here for a You have no idea how marit is to feel that I can just sit here all day, if I want to—to feel that there are no demands on my time, no people who have a right to come and present me with an elaborate schedule of the day's activities. She smiled at him fondly. “Your majesty,” she said, “you are to receive a deputation of the War Mothers at 10, and your cabinet awaits you at 11. At noon there is the unveiling of the monument to Admiral de Yonge, and at 1—” “And at 1,” said Paul, laying his hand on hers, “I think I shall plunge into that surf and see if it can possibly be as warm and creamy as it looks.” i He smoked contentedly for a moment. | ~ “Life|is all my own—all our own,” he said slowly. “Just think of it, dear. oe more interference, no more fuss-and-feathers, no more flunkeys in gold braid hovering at every door——" “No more reviews, no more cornerstones—"’ “No more slipping away to some- . body's country house in the hope that I can have a few hours with you without setting every high-born gossip cackling—" He paused, to gaze contentedly at the sea. A shadow fell across her face, and she slid closer to him. : “Paul,” she said softly, ‘‘are you very, very sure that it’s all . . . worth it? Are you—" “Worth it? Worth it? My own, my own—worth it? Never ask me that again.” He held her close, and ‘her fair head lay on his shoulder by his dark one. “I've given up nothing and I've gained every- . | I've gained freedom, life, s . . .” He stopped, and pressed his lips on her hair. . + “TI get frightened, sometimes,” she said affer a moment. “Sometimes _ it seems to me that the past is still here, somehow—that what has been is| sort of hanging in the air over us, ready to drop down between us ifs we ever relax our guard.” ‘She hesitated, and added, “There’s been so| much against us.” ‘ “The past is past,” said Paul. “It can’t reach us now. Nothing can. We're e, at last. ' Free, darling, free! Can you realize it?” : “Will the world let us be free?” “The |world has nothing to say about it. We've renounced the _world—along with other things.” 3 # x 8 NHE looked up and kissed him ' quickly, and smiled. #“You renounced a throne, and I —a reputation,” she said lightly. “You know, Paul, I am a conseienceless gold digger. I am, really. ‘Almost any woman on earth would 11 you that.” _1“Gold| digger. Sweet gold ger. Goddess. Angel.” L *They would. I'm a schemer. A _ gelfish, designing—" ~ “Shall I tell you what you are? are the moonlight on the sea ad. the wind on the mountain at wn. You are what I feel when I r great music and what I see n I look into the coals in the and dream long dreams, You what I have lived for and what _ would happily die for. You are you, perfect and adorable. You are lovely.” : oF

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sand in bathing suits, the warm southern sun lying like a grateful blanket on bodies which spray and surf had set tingling: with eager life. “You can’t possibly imagine,” Paul was saying, “what it is like to look ahead at an endless vista of days and know, for the first time in your life, that they are all your own, to do what you want to with. = T've never lived until now, Ardath. “you know, when I was little, I was the second son. I never expected to inherit the crown. That was for my older brother, Leon. So they put me in the naval cadets’ school when I was 13 and told me [ could have a career in the navy. I liked it, somehow. The boys in the school were the first people I'd met who accepted me on an equal footing, just like anyone else. Young as I was, I could see that the life I was leading there was real, at least. It meant something.

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“We that lasted a little over a year. And then Leon died, and they pulled me out of the school and brought me back to the palace and surrounded me with a whole regiment of tutors. And my father and mother had to go away, just then, on a four months’ tour of the empire, and I was left alone. Nobody will ever know how lonely I was then. Oh how miserable. “I lived through it, of course. I grew up and by and by I went to the university. But that wasn’t real, like the naval school. They rented a big apartment for me, and I had a valet and a secretary, and there was always that invisible wall between me and the other students. They were all preparing for their

lawyer and that one was going to he an architect and the next one was going to be ‘a professor of literature —and they were forever planning for those careers and looking ahead to the future. But what plans were there for me! I knew what my career was going to be, and I knew that it didn’t really matter whether I did well or ill at the university— I'd make just as good a king on= way as the other.” He broke off, and turned on ais side to look at her. . “But now,” he said contentedly. “Now—" He left it unsaid, and stretched luxuriously. “Race you up to the house,” he said, getting to his feet. She extended her hands, he helped her up, and they ran gaily across the sand and up the sloping lawn, laughing as if every care in the world had been left behind forever.

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T= road wound a lazy way down to the village of San Lorenzo. Paul walked along with a free, easy

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stride, his long body clad in flannel slacks and an old sweater. Every step he took seemed to emphasize anew his freedom. He was actually walking to town, alone and unat-

tended, to buy some necessaries at

a shop! Jules, the grizzled house man at the villa, could, of course, have nipped in on his bicycle. But Paul had wanted to go himself. It was almost an adventure: to discover that he lacked something, without having an impeccable servant or a uniformed aid discover it for him, to go and get it himself instead of

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send it out, to go afoot like any suburban clerk instead of being carried in an ornate limousine—this, he told himself, was the very seal and emblem of his new life.

He walked into the village and made his way to a shop. The tourist season had begun, and Madame Elli, the mustachioed. virago behind the counter, was hovering watchfully while a group of Americans examined her stock. : One of the tourists seemed to Paul to be the perfect example of the cartoonist’s caricature of the touring American. He was big and stout, he wore plus-fours and a tweed cap and horn-rimmed spectacles, and his voice was nasal and penetrating. As Paul entered the man was talking with a whiteskirted and red-capped girl.

” n ” “QURE it is,” he was saying. “I read it this morning. in the paper on the train. This is the town San Lorenzo, where that runaway King and his girl friend have hid out.” .

Paul turned quickly and looked away, .in a sudden terror lest his face be recognized. > “Oh,” said the girl, “let’s find out where they're staying and drive by there. Maybe we could even get a look at them. Do you suppose we could?” : “Okay if you want to,” said the man. “It’d be just as much worth looking at as those cathedrals you've been dragging me through.” The man bit off the end of a cigar and jabbed it in his mouth. “That spick we hired the car from’ll probably know where they're staying,” he went on. “I wouldn't mind having a look at that dame, myself. She must have something to make a poor sap do what he did.” Blindly, Paul groped his way to the street. Without another thought for the things he had come to buy he hurried back up the road. He could think of nothing except his overwhelming need to get behind the sheltering walls of the villa again.

(To Be Continued)

FEY the corner of his eye, Johnny saw the girl approaching the window of the jewelry store. She: came every evening, while he was dressing the window, and it was beginning to worry him in more ways than one. :

He poked his tweezers into a tray of rubies, selected one and laid it upon the velvet mat. From time to time, he consulted the rough sketch at his side. Today’s window display was a honey, he thought. Even old Silby, Johnny's employer, had to admit his designs were the best he'd ever seen.

The girl watched his work intently, just as she did every evening. It was distracting. When he looked at her lips, the rubies no longer were very red. When he looked at her eyes, the sapphires seemed faded.

‘ He tried to concentrate on his work, but it was no use. He had to look at her. When he did, she smiled. Johnny gulped. He must be wrong. She looked more like an angel than a crook. But why did she come every evening? He shook his head and planted a diamond squarely in the center of his design. He'd heard how jewel thieves sent beautiful girls out as spotters . .. .

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T= next morning, when he came to work, old Silby shoved a newspaper under his nose and growled, “Just look at that! Another jeweler held up. The third in a week. I've a notion to hire an armed guard!” : Johnny read the news item with drumming heart. It was the same gang in every case, police believed. An eyewitness insisted that there had been a woman atthe wheel of the getaway car. Police had fired several shots, but the bandits had escaped. : The woman angle made Johnny profoundly unhappy. Could it be the girl who watched him every Syeninge He couldn’t believe it, and yet. ... That evening, she came again, and Johnny's horrified eyes saw that. her wrist was bandaged! A wound from a bullet? All the next day, | he suffered twings of conscience. She was a suspicious character. He should report her to the police. But he didn’t.

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his jewel tray to the window and began a new design. But, for the first time, the girl didn’t come, He was still trying to force her out of his mind when the big sedan pulled up at the curb. A well-dressed man got out and entered Silby’s. Mr. Silby himself advanced to wait on him. -After a quick glance about, the man removed his hat. Then he pulled a gun from his pocket and held it inside the hat. “This,” he said softly, “is a holdup.” To Johnny: “You, young man, empty the till.” He dumped a sack on the counter and said to Silby, “Fill this with stones, and be quick aboyt it!” Jéhnny and Silby obeyed. In a few moments, the man walked calmly from the store, the sack hidden under his coat. | Johnny rushed to the window in time to see the car screech away. There was a woman at the wheel!

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HILE they -waited for the police, Johnny made up his mind. His duty was plain. Still, it made him sick to think of her in ‘prison. She was so lovely. . Neither the police nor old Silby shared his sentiments. = °

DESIGNING LADY

By William H. Pears Daily Short Story

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roared Silby. “Oh, you young idiot!” “But she didn’t do anything but watch,” Johnny protested. “You can’t arrest a girl for looking in a window.” Silby retorted acidly, “You mean you got all cow eyes over her pretty face and didn’t want to report her!” Johnny flushed. He couldn’t deny this. It was true. “Never mind,” the police sergeant assured them. “I'll have a description of her broadcast to every cruiser in the city. We'll get her— and the whole gang!” “I hope so,” said Johnny weakly.

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LD Silby glowered at him all the next day. At closing time, there was no news of the thieves. Johnny walked into the street— then stopped in amazement. The girl was standing at the bus stop, just as calmly as if the whole police force weren't looking .for her! He slipped up behind her and clamped his fingers around her wrist. She turned with a little scream. “Oh ... . it’s you” “Yes,” he said grimly, “it’s You're a thief, aren't you?” She avoided his gaze. —I'm sorry . . .” “Sorry!” he exclaimed. “But I had to—or lose my job. I—1I thought I could get away with it.” . “Criminals always think that.” 2 ” ” HE frowned. “That's not fair— calling me that! I couldn't see any harm in what I did. After all, our stores are so far apart. And I wish youd let go of my wrist. I burned it on a flatiron, and it's still sore.” “Flatiron!” he repeated. - “Stores far apart? What on earth are you talking about?” : She looked at him as though she thought he were crazy. “Well, what are you talking about? I stole your designs for Goldmark’s Jewelry Store. I work there.” y “Oh. . . .” Johnny leaned weakly against a lamppost. A newsboy went by, shouting the capture of a gang of jewel thieves, but Johnny wasn’t interested. He was rapidly getting lost in a pair of lovely eyes. “And—and that was the only reason you stopped every night?” he gulped. “Certainly! What do you think?” “I think,” said Johnny, “you're a designing lady. .. .” THE END

(Copyright, 1937. by _ United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

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