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£> BEGIN HERE TODAY Surrendering his throne for the love of Ardath Richmond, Canadian-born actress, Paul I, King of Northumbra, becomes private citizen Paul Ferrone, and quickly he finds he has made a bad bargain. . He tires of the Countess Di Marco, Reggie Van Twyne, the American .playboy, and the rest of the gay crowd that follow him at his villa on the Bay of St. Francis. He takes the advice of his old tutor, Dr. Sonders, and travels some more, but always he is restless, always the shadow of his lost throne hovers over him. Finally he and Ardath quarrel about her friends. Paul takes more and more to seclusion in his boat. One day he suggests to Ardath they have a child. “Paul,” she cries, “are you insane?” Then one night at a villa party Paul hears Reggie Van Twyne asking Ardath to leave Paul for him. She refuses, but Paul knows the crisis has come. The next day he packs his trim little sailing ship, tells Ardath he is going back to his home country, Northumbra, to get a grip on himself; asks her to wait for him. He has found freedom an elusive gift. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

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

CHAPTER ELEVEN HE harbor of Gailport is one of the least attractive places on all the coast of Northumbra. The land is low, without hill or

headland to break its monotonous

sweep, and the town has but one export: coal. Ibs waterfront is dreary with black, smudgy docks, and its houses are grimy and despondent; looking sullenly out to sea

as if they had long since ceased:

to export from it anything but the worst. : But as the sloop Irene came about the little islets that lay in an offshore cluster, six miles out from the mouth of the harbor, and swung in for the tall lighthouse, Paul thought he had never seen a fairer prospect. This was his own land, at last—it was home. These were his people; to go about their streets, sit in their inns, chat with them casually, would be to touch the earth again and regain his lost strength. He was coming home. He brought the sloop in alongside a dirgy wharf, on which a faded sign announced that yachtsmen might purchase gasoline and supplies. A dejected-looking man came out of a shed, looked down, and nodded agreement to Paul's request for a berth alongside. He took the mooring lines Paul flung him and made. the little vessel fast. The voyage was over.

was busy furling sails and putting the Irene in shipshape trim. Then, finishing with the boat, he ducked below, picked up a hand mirror, and looked thoughtfully at his face.

be—and Paul, looking at himself through sadly disillusioned eyes, felt that they were numerous indeed—it had been one of the most famous faces in the world. All over the globe, it had appeared in newspapers and on movie screens, so that the greatest dullard alive could hardly fail to recognize it.

It would never do to take that face ashore here and expect it to go unnoticed. Soper or later, someone would certain to see it and give tongue. Paul scratched his ear, absently, and looked at the one most distinguishing feature of his face—the jet black, jaunty mustache which he had worn ever since he came to manhood. Grinning ruefully, he got out his shaving things. That mustache would have to be sacrificed.

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THEN he came on deck, half an hour later, the mustache had vanished. A pair of amber-tinted horn-rimmed spectacles were over his eyes. These two changes did not absolutely transform his appearance, but they did destroy that easily recognizable quality he had worn before. A close friend might take a second glance and know him without trouble; the ordinary man in the street, looking at him, would not dream that he was looking at the former King Paul.’ A customs launch chugged up. A dapper little officer came aboard to look at Paul's papers and glance about the boat. If he recognized the name, Paul Ferrone, he gave no sign. In five minutes he had gone. Paul was free to go ashore. He walked up the wharf and turned into the main street of the little coaling port. As he did so. old memories came streaming back in a flood. : Gailport was on the eage of the great Lazare coalfields. To this place, a little more than a year ago, Paul had come on a tour of inspection. He had.come to a region ravaged by long years of depression—a region in which two

° out of three adult males had been:

- perpetual air

without work for so long that hope had all but died in them; a region whose gaunt coal tipples were silent and lifeless, whose ports were spy and whose cupboards were are.

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OULD he ever forget that tour?® A It had been the same in town after town; empty streets, with shuttered houses and deserted stores to bear witness to the decline in trade; gaunt, hollow-eyed men and women, who had existed on the kingdom's meager unemployment allowance for so long that they seemed to have forgotten that there was any other kind of existence; worried tradesmen who lived in a of penny-pinching, with bankruptcy constantly peering over their shoulders; idle young folk who knew that they were growing up into a world that had no work

for them to do.

And his coming had been like a breath of hope to the dreary iand. The people had clustered about him,

" shy and respectful, and when they

- with and for them,

saw that he was made heartsick by their plight, saw that he was determined to have something done for them, saw that their King felt a strange, tremulous light had come into their eyes, and they had looked at him with a dumb, almost worshipping appeal in their faces. i He had won their hearts, at last, | and they had hailed him the bpestloved of all Northumbra’s kings. Home-made banners had been |

"erected over dingy streets to pro- |

claim their love; as he went from cottage to cottage, from pit-head

. to pit-head, he had heard stolid

miners remark admiringly, “A real King, he is—and a real man,

For half an hour or. more Paul |

Ring wiffsouf a country

O this, if any place, was where he was loved. Here he had had a loyalty and a solid, unswerving regard that went infinitely deeper than the easy flagwaving and hurrahing of the capital. The Lazare coal field, more than any other place in the kingdom, was where his memory would be kept alive. He went, at last, to a little inn on a corner, and made his way to the bar. Half a dozen men were lounging . about there, nursing mugs of beer. They looked up incuriously as he came in, and then went on with their casual conversation. {He ordered a mug of beer, drank from it, and stood meditatively by the bar.” “Times still bad here?” he said, at last. The man who stood next to him turned, looked at him coolly, and then nodded. “Aye,” he said. “Stifl bad.” “But going to get better,” said the barman. “Yes?” said Paul. The barman nodded vigorously and polished a glass with loving fervor. The man who had spoken first growled a dissent. “You're hopeful,” he said to the barman. “I'll believe it when I see it.” He turned to Paul again. “Just because the King’s coming here, some of these people think the sun's going to come out again.”

| “The King? Is he coming? | When?” “Tomorrow.” The man set his

| empty mug down with a thud. | Paul suggested that the next round was on him; the little crowd brightened up, and shuffled promptly to the bar. When the mugs were filled, and dutifully lifted in Paul’s direction, a wizened little fellow in overalls spoke up. “It's not just the King's coming,” he said. “Its the new docks.” Paul gave him a quéstioning look and said, “Tell me—I've been away.” “Well,” said the little man, “they're starting new coal docks here, and the King is going to turn the first earth.” “Some of these mines’ll be running full time, before the year’s out,” said another. “I'll believe it when I see it,” repeated the first man doggedly. “You'll see it,” said the little one. “Bound to be. Didn't Baron Lanzia say so, himself?” “There's the man—Lanzia,” said

one. There was a murmur of prog test. “Him,” said the little man

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scornfully. “It’s the King's doing, I tell you.” There was a moment of thoughtful silence. “Anyhow,” said one, “we get the new docks. And they wouldn’t be building them if they weren't going to be shipping some coal— would they, now? And if they're going to ship it, we got to mine it, haven't we?” That seemed unanswerable. The men emptied their mugs, and Paul signed to the barman to refill them. “King Joseph,” mused Paul. “So he’s a good King?” They looked at him suspiciously.

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* GOOD King? Best ever! Réal man, he is. He's a King that has a heart.” A chorus of voices answered him. The wizened little man appointed himself spokesman for the company. - “T’11 tell you sister,” he said. “This King Joseph isn’t flashy, and he den’t male fine speeches. But he works at his job. And we're part of his job. A king has to look out for his subjects, don’t he? Well, King Joseph—and God bless him, I say— King Joseph came down here and saw how things were with us. So he went back to the capital and pulled his wires and now something is being done for us.” The men drank their beer. Hesitatingly, Paul put the question he had been longing to have answered. “How about his predecessor? The King who reigned. before him?” The men looked blank. One of them said, “Oh—you mean King Paul?” “Yes.” a “Oh, he was all right, I guess,” said one. “He meant to do the right thing, I always said,” said another. “He just wasn’t up to it.” “He never came down here to see us, did he?” asked the burly pessimist accusingly. “Sure he did,” the company corrected him. “He was down here a year ago last March. You ought to remember—you helped us’ string that welcoming sign over Battle St., by the bridge.” The pessimist looked dreamingly into his beer “So he did,” he said at last. | “Yeah, youre right. I was thinkling that was his father... . Mister, | we liked King Paul all right. He | was just a lightweight. |

(To Be Continued)

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By Leonora

IANE was a social-service worker. She managed other peo-

| ple’s lives, and did it rather well. Whatever its imperfections might |

She experienced the minimum of

her care, for she was tactful and pretty and pleasant spoken.

Morning, she called upon her charges, leaving groceries and advice. She was amusedly aware that they took the groceries and werg inclined to disregard the advice,*unless she brought pressure to bear. Afternoons, she spent in her little cubby-hole of an office, where she wrote up case histories, those tather lengthy accounts of the complex situations in the families under her care. Carefully, as she had been taught, she noted, in each case, the problem, the prognosis and the social plan. From time to time, she

which she had made for them. Finally, when she had done all she could, she closed the case as being in no further need of social service. Today had been a busy one. At 5 o'clock, a pile of little wax cylinders from her dictaphone were resting on the table beside her, ready for the typist who would come in the morning. ” 8 HERE was, however, one more case history that she wanted to dictate. She took a fresh cylinder, set in place on her machine, picked up the mouthpiece and began dictating. “Case of the Malloy family: “The family consists of the mother, 55; a daughter. 25, who is employed, and three younger children cf school age. woman, a constant complainer and a nagger. “Her late husband, who was a policeman, was killed, five years ago, by gangsters. As a result of his violent death, Mrs. M. is bitterly opposed to, any policeman as a prospective husband for her daughter. Peace in the family has heen disrupted by the fact that the daughter has fallen in love with a policeman, Sergt. Kelly, who wants to marry her. “The family income consists of Mrs. M.’s pension of $40 a month, and the daughter's salary, which is $160. This is, of course, above the poverty line, but Mrs. M. is a poor manager, and the younger children are all boys and enormous eaters. Also, there are taxes on the house tc be met. “Family life is being made unbearable by the constant bickering between mother and daughter over Sergt. K. and over the fact that.

debt. “Mrs. M. refuses to worry about the debts, feeling that the daughter can solve the financial situation by marrying a Mr. Woods, who is employed by the telepnone company st a salary much larger than that earned by Sergt. K. Mr. W. is a very personable young man, is deeply in love with the daughter, and is generously willing to help provide for her family.

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# HE. daughters has stated, however, that she does not love Mr. W. and, up fo this time, has refused to accept his proposal of marriage, though she is aware of the material advantages that would result from such a marriage. She realizes, too, the disadvantages of a

| marriage to Sergt. K. She would

have to continue to work. and would havé to give up all thought of a home of her own—for the present, at least. For the sake of economy, she and the Sergeant would have to make their home with her mother—which might be disastrous to the marriage. “The problem is a difficult one, but it must be settled one way or the other in the near future, since

neither Sérgt. K. nor Mr, W.

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resistance from the families under !

detailed the steps which she took to | help the family carry out the plan!

Mrs, M. is an ailing!

nionthly, the family goes deeper into |

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is willing to wait indefinitely for an answer, “Prognosis: Uncertain, due to | indecision of daughter. “Plan: The daughter should decide in favor of Mr. W. She is [fond of her family, wishes to give them every advantage, and is, more- | over, anxious to have a home of her | own. Though she does not love Mr. W., she respects and admires him; whereas her love for Sergt. K. might vanish under the stern realities of economic need and family bickering. “Progress: The daughter, after consultation with the Social Worker, has agreed to follow the plan outlined above—i. e. to marry Mr. Ww

“Case is closed, as the family is in no further need of social service.” | | 2 7 ” | IANE took a deep breath, put the mouthpiece back upon its hook, pressed the lever and removed the wax cylinder. Slowly she slipped out .of her white social-service coat and put on her sensible little hat and the trim packet of her suit. She stood, for a moment, in the center of the office, her cheeks flushed. Then, deliberately, she picked up the telephone. Her voice was quite steady as she gave the familiar number of a local police station. Her mother would never forgive her, but she didn’t care. She and Dan would work things out together, somehow. She would have Dan's merry laugh, his sunny smile, the ‘whole nearness and dearness of him as against all the sensible arguments that a good social-service worker might raise against the tug at her heart. . “Dan. . . .” Her voice lifted. “Darling, can you meet me for dinner? It's very important. .. Goose, of course I meant to say yes all along!” With her free hand she reached for the cylinder she had just dictated and dropped it to the floor, smashing it. THE END

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