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1 CERT'N'Y WILL NOT! DIDN' WE AGREE TO IGNORE HIM? I WON'T

DOGGONE TT LUCK ! WE BEEN OVERLOADIN' THESE GRIPS -

BEGIN HERE TODAY Danhne Brett, zood-looking., suceessful voung New York advertising exeentive, decides to rent a beautiful Connecticut estate her father left her when he was killed in a hunting accident, She needs the money after five vears of providing for the education of her younger sister, Jennifer, who has just finished college, Danhne is showing the estate to some

rather unwelcome nrospective renters |

when, unannounced, an attractive voung man steps into the picture offering to take the nlace. Liking his annearance, Danhne accents, learns he is a “Mr. Smith” and ahle to pay $150 a month rental. | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER THREE

'M not quite sure that you mean it as a compliment that I'm not obvious,” Larry — Lawrence Hunter—Smith said. “I did,” Daphne assured him gravely and then remembered that he hadn't seen the house. “I think vou ought to get acquainted with your future home before it gets too dark to see what you're getting into. Come along.” “If the rest of the rooms are like this one, I shall be happy enough.” he said contentedly while his eyes traveled slowly and appreciatively around the gracious room, noting the elegance of fine woods and fakrics, the proportions

and design—all eloquent of the taste |

of the comfort-loving person who had made’ them. “They're not all hike this. The rooms are as different as our familv was,” Daphne said as they crossed the wide hall and she opened a door. They stopped befcre the portrait which hung above the hearth in the shabby room that had been

Tom Brett's study. Studying the

portrait of the golden-haired Margot with her two babies—one a small yellow-haired cherub, the other a grave-eyved child of six— he saw that they were indeed all “different.” n un n HE portrait interested him. Some day when he lived here, he would study those faces, reading {he things he saw in the lovely ana

unlike lineaments. For they were |

all sensitive faces. the kind that can hide nothing of the natures back of them

“This was Father's study and it is | more like him than his photograph.” | Daphne was saying with warm afl- |

fection in her voice. Larry Smith

looked away from the eves that]

were suddenly dim and then suddenly bright. He saw that the oldfashioned desk was closed. that dust

Lad gathered on the fishing tackle, | the guns, the sporting prints, and he!

understood, “I'm going to like it here,” he said. “I hope s0.” she answered and led the wav to the staircase. “We'll g0 upstairs now.” She talked as they ascended. “There are four large bedrooms and two baths. There's also the nursery and the playroom and a sewing room which I expect you will not need. On the first floor. in adaition to the rooms you've seen. there's also a smaller dining room, the library which was Mother's favorite room——" n 5 ” ARRY wag beginning to under- + stand why Daphne Brett—loveIv name, he thought — had been anxious to rent the house. The orphan girls were hard up. “—then, there are little rooms sort of tucked around here and there which vou will discover,” Daphne finished. “I've been looking into some of them.” he said calmly. Daphne turned her face to him with a puzzled frown. “I meant to ask you that. Do you mind telling me if you are a mind reader or,

otherwise, exactly how did you |

happen to come to my rescue? How did you know how I felt?” For a second time she saw the quick and dazzling smile that illuminated his features, too irregular to be handsome. “So vou won't give an ordinary fellow a chance to borrow a little glamour?” Daphne shook her head. “I'll tell you then.” he said. “I'll tell vou the whole story. I'm spending a few davs with a chap who has a camp back here near Cornwall. This morning I came out for a cross-country ramble, saw vour house, was utterly charmed by it. Reluctant to leave until I had seen

all of it and having a hearty appe- |

He, 1... > “I know.” Daphne said and her voice was her apology.

“Since I wasn't invited to see it, |

I prowled. Prowling, I happened to observe the arrival of your . er . . . guests , . . who did not. to my way of thinking, add to the picture. Fortunately, IT happened also to be studying the framework of vour drawing-room window where vour reluctance was quite plain to be seen.” “And where you heard me mention my imagined prospect?” “And heard you mention him.” he admitted. “I'm glad you did. Do you usually make your approaches that way?” n n n

E knew she meant by that, the whole situation. “Not usually,” he said, “but it isn't a bad way. You see, I'm an architect and particularly interested in houses like these.” “Then you weren't looking for a house to rent?” Daphne's face was instantly clouded. “But I was!” he protested and believed himself, “Well, then,” she said more lightlv. “we'd better get on with the details, If vou haven't a servant, Td like to recommend Prunella Bates. She's in the kitchen now and she'll tell you about linens and. .. “We'll just skip that,” he said, “but we'll have a talk with Prunella. The other doesn’t matter.” “But it does,” Daphne said primly and another thought struck her: “Perhaps you have a family?” “A very small one,” he answered. “Oh!” There was a brief pause and then she said, “I see,” with that upward note summoned hastily so that the phrase would not sound as she felt quite suddenly. It was, she thought, simply that she was surprised to hear that he had a family. She tried to picture Mrs. Smith, the other girl who would live in her

be a nice girl wita taste and, un- | be other autumns, golden, red and |

| Yes, y ith longed. She | Xo5. Larry Se belong |at this speed at which her life was |

who would wonder, as she and Tom |

had wondered, with awe at the miracle of each new spring and au- [| tumn. When he had gone, Daphne saw that she had more than an hour until it was time to dress for her return to the city. She went back to Tom's study and curled up in his worn leather chair with her

knees under her chin the way sne |

| had when she was a long-legged, big-eyed child. The ghost of the little girl in a pinafore with a slipping red ribbon jon her black curls sat there. Sat

{ there now, seeing her yesterdays and

longing for tomorrows that were | postponed. { It was only that they were postponed. Daphne promised herself. » ” »n HERE would be other summers to enjoy the hollyhocks, the warm sweer raspberries that grew along the garden walls. There would

| fragrant with the scents of wet | pine and burning leaves and goorl

| things baking in the oven of the

| wood stove. There would be other winters

| peace.

| Daphne shook off the thought |

impatiently. She didn’t want peace. | That was what old people wanted. ; She wanted only a slower tempo to | her life. She was mentally short of breath

| paced. But she wasn't ready for

| proportions of her small apartment | confining. What did she want? She asked

| : | beaus, parties, dates. A career?

| needed it for Jennifer

good sitting here thinking of Jen- | |nifer. Lately a disquieting thought |had intruded on her when she | | thought of the little sister she had | | mothered. | Prunella had wound the grand- | | father's clock. It struck seven. i | Daphne hurried her dressing. A | thought had occurred to her; she'd | {wire Tuck the hour of her arrival. | Perhaps it was Tuck she needed. | “Daphne Ainsley,” she said experimentally, Mrs. Tucker Ainsley.” | Then, quite surprisingly, “Smith!”

(To Be Continued)

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GAMBLER'S LUCK—By Lila Diaz

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EPLYING to the toasts at his golden-wedding dinner, Robert Merrill said. “You ask me to name some one factor which, more than any other. has helped me to win success. I have had loyal, | helpful friends and the best wife in

the world"—he bowed. smiling, to Mrs. Merrill—"but, in the last analysis. whatever I have achieved is due chiefly to—Iluck!” “Why do you always harp so on luck?” Mrs. Merrill asked later.

in the softly lighted drawing room. Merrill answered without hesitation. “Because it shapes life. Take a voungster at the beginning. Fate | jostles him one way and he heads for success. A push in the opposite direction, and—" he shrugged. “But how has luck helped you in anv wav?" asked Mrs. Merrill. “It seems to me that it has been hard work that has put you where you are. Her hushand looked at her. Little did she realize, he thought, the tragedy that might have been hers

but for the intervention of that

factor she discounted—luck. ”n ” ” ISTEN.” he said slowly. “Time ¢« was when I'd have bitten out my tongue rather than tell you— But after 50 years! It's all so long lage. I was 21. and you 19 when we married. You remember how opposed your people were to the match —and rightly! I was smart enough, but spoiled and lazy. Cards and | market tips looked better to me than | the steady grind. “As vou know, the little money

!I had soon melted away until, at!

last, I was forced to hunt up a job. | Even then. we had a pretty hard time, making ends meet.

“Then. one dav, somebody gave |

me a market tip. Gambler that I was, I was crazy to take advantage

of it, but. of course, there was 110}

‘cash. No one would lend me any

monev—my credit was pretty poor— |

and we had nothing to sell or pawn. Your engagement ring would have helped—it's a pretty fair diamond—-

but I couldn't bring myself to ask |

you for it.

fund the ‘loan.’ “But—I lost.

the truth out of me. Five hundred

| dollars I'd taken! I saw prison star- |

ing me in the face—with vour life, ‘as well as mine, broken. I expected no mercy from Ackers. who was about as soft-hearted as a sledge ‘hammer, y | ” ”n » I» OW. here's where the luck comes in. Ackers flayed me. |to be true. but—unbelievable as it | seems, he gave me ancther chance! And why? Because he'd had a wind- | fall——somebody had paid him an un- | expected $500. Will you deny. after that, that IT owe a lot to luck? t. “To sum it up, I was to keep my | job and pay Ackers back at the rate |of $20 a month. A big hole in a | salary like mine!

| “I'd have faced the rack sooner |

than tell vou what had happened. | To explain the shrinkage in your (allowance, I cooked up some yarn [about a friend in distress. You | didn’t question it. You made ends | meet. somehow — uncomplainingly, | cheerfully. | “Meanwhile. the thought of what |T owed to Mr. Ackers—and I'm not referring now to the mere money — was a spur to me. I knuckled down and determined that 1 was going to | prove myself worthy of what he had {done for me. I worked really hard | for the first time in my life and, | Strangely, the habit of work grew |on me, so that I began to enjoy it. | “There came a day when Ackers, { highly gratified with the good that {had resulted from the second |chance he had given me, gave me | my first promotion. From then on, I steadily mounted the ladder to | success until, at last, I reached the | point where I am today. | “Now, in all justice, would I be where I am if it hadn't been for

‘that windfall of Ackers' that saved

Guests—children and grandchil- | | dren—had gone. The two sat aione

“Then, soon afterwards, Ackers | noticed the shortage, and dragged |

“¥ CALL it neither of those things.” declared Mrs. Merrill, quietly. She rose, came over to her husband and kissed him, “Now, I have a story to tell vou,” she said. "Don’t ask me how I discovered that you'd taken that money —but I did. A wife has a way of finding things out.” | Merrill was astounded. “You ! knew about it all along?” “Yes, Bob dear.” “Then why didn’t you tell me you | knew?" “Because I thought it would be best not to tell you. You will understand. in a minute. what I mean. Do you see this ring?” She removed her engagement ring and held it out. “Why, ves,” said Merrill, puzzled. “You've never noticed,” his wife continued, “but it's only a cheap imitation of my original engagement ring. It cost me exactly four dollars. I sold the original ring at the same time that I borrowed a lot of money from my family, though they didn’t know what it was for. “Bob. Mr. Ackers' windfall of five hundred dollars came from me. 1 went to him when I discovered what {you had done—which was even before he had discovered the shortage -—and persuaded him to do what I asked. The twenty dollars he took out of your salary every month was | paid back to me, and by me to my family until my debi to them had | been settled. I thought that, if you knew that I and my family had come to your rescue, you might be tempted again, but if you thought you were under a ceep obligation to Mr. Akers, it would be the making jof you—and it turned out that it (was. Now. what have you to say | | about luck?” Robert Merrill, erstwhile gambler, (rose and bowed low to his wife. “A four-letter word fits the case.” ! he said, “but the word is not luck!” THE END

| | (Copyright. 1937. ny United Fea!ure Svndicate, Inc.)

| The characters in this story are fetitious. |

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