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BEGIN HERE TODAY Daphne Brett, charming young New York advertising executive, rents her deceased father's Connecticut estate to Larry Smith, attractive young bachelor architect, and promptly likes him tremendously. Daphne has one sister, Jennifer, six years vounger, just out of college and at her first job.

Jennifer resents Daphne's attempts at |

guidance and proceeds to date whom she pleases, including Tucker Ainsley, wealthy playboy and former beau of Daphne’s, Next Jennifer finds that Larry is not married and she makes a play for his attentions. This develops a struggle between the sisters for the same man. One night Larry dates Daphne. At the same time Daphne refuses Jennifer permission to date Tuck. Daphne spends a { thrilling evening with the man she loves, is sorry she didn't let Jennifer date Tuck just once more. Then, in the early hours of the next morning, she returns to her apartment to find Jen. nifer is gone. Daphne has been openly defied. She lies awake over the problem, falls asleep finally, At dawn Jennifer knocks at the door, { NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER ELEVEN

APHNE stared at the door for a full minute, her feet refusing to obey the command of her brain. She was afraid to open that door. | The pounding in the silence of the | early morning struck blows of apprehension into her. At last she reached the door and | jerked it open. “Hi, there! You're a sound | sleeper.” It was Jennifer, a little | less lovely in the gray light. The hem of her white satin gown was | soiled. Her hands were blue where | they clutched her evening wrap | about her shivering shoulders, Her | hair was in disarray, but her man- | ner was jaunty enough. Daphne was unable to speak. Her | fears turned to swift anger that bubbled up in her throat. Without | speaking she turned and went into the bath, started the hot water In the tub. Then she stepped back to the living room and lighted the hearth fire. “Sit here,” she said shertly drew a chair up before the fire.

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ENNIFER sank into it and waved « her chiffon handkerchief airily above her head. “Thass what I call service. You're a good sport.” | Daphne had knelt down to take | off Jennifer's slippers. Thass. The word returned to her. | She sat back on her heels. “Jennifer,” she asked gently, “have you been drinking?” Jennifer kicked off her slippers and sat up a bit straighter. Her head moved in a gesture Daphne | knew too well but her voice was| not as brave as she meant it to be. | “What if I have been? I'm of age | and I know what I'm doing. Why | don’t you go to bed?” | “That's what I'm going to do. I| don’t trust myself to talk to vou now. Your tub is ready. We'll dis- | cuss this tomorrow.” The mantel clock struck 6.

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hold of herself. ! \J She was not to be wooed this way. But she took her cue from | Jennifer and responded brightly to | Jennifer's questions about the day | until they had cleared away the | dinner and sat, with their coffee before the blazing hearth. | “Might as well make up your | mind to it, Jennifer, the time has | come to talk. I want to know | where you were last night.” “You might as well make up vour mind, youre going to hear some unpleasant things yourself, Daph. One of the things is that I'm not

going to be treated like a child any- |

more. However, I'll tell you where I was last night. I went on a party with George Blumenthal.” “Who in heaven's name is George Blumenthal and why did you lie to me about wanting to go out with Tuck?” “George Blumenthal is a very charming, very rich young man that I met at a party somewhere. He . . . he knows a lot of people and he happened to call me up and ask me out after you had left.” Daphne knew that Jennifer was lying. “We went to someone's apartment and then we went to a club for a dance. I didn't really mean to stay so late but we ran into some friends of his. And — oh, Daphne, you'll be glad to hear this —one of them is in the dress manufacturing business and he gave me a card to come and see him about giving me a job as a model. I really meant to come home earlier but I knew you wouldn't even think about me when you were with Larry. I ‘think Larry is simply divine. What did you do?” ” ” = “MoT of the night I went crazy and the rest doesn't concern you. Look here, Jennifer, I am not going to be misled. Last night you were drinking. You came home looking fuzzy and while were on the subject, you might keep it in mind that my last appli‘cation for admittance to the Old Ladies’ Home was rejected on the

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| to know all about this type of party. | “There are lots of things I had | to learn in the unpleasant schooi | of experience any single young girl | learns in New York.” Daphne went | on, “and youre going to cut out | this crowd of sophisticates.” “I'm really surprised, Daphne, | that your application was turned | down. You've trotted out some of | the most delectable old-fashioned | ideas I've ever heard. Didn't you | ever hear about pleasant cocktail parties? Didn't you know that nice people do take a drink occasionally?” Daphne had risen to her feet. Dark eyes blazed into ice blue eyes. “I've heard and learned more than you'll ever know. Jennifer, as long as I'm supporting you and responsible for you, you'll take orders from me, You're going back to school tomorrow and finish your course. You are not going out with men I haven't met. You're not going to take another drink. Is that plain?” Jennifer studied the gloss on her fingernails coolly enough but her breath came faster and then she blazed: “Daphne Brett, you may be my sister, but I've a mind of my own! We've never had anything in common and we might as well have a showdown. me anymore.

it” Tears welled up in the dark eyes! and then Daphne clasped her two] hands together and turned awav. Instantly Jennifer's arms were about her and she pressed her wet | cheek to Daphne's. {

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" H, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” shel cried. “We were both angry and you've always been wonderful | to me. I'm a little beast, Daph, but I'll try not to do it again. I promise. But, darling, you must realize that I'm a person and not a child. Only don't let's ever do this again. Let's try to meet each other half way.”

If Daphne had known where half way was, she would have tried. Or if she had known that Jennifer's half way was a strange measurement of all Jennifer's way, she would have acted differently. She would have given her more rope. And she would have been suspicious of her sister's scheming. She would have sensed what was in Jennifer's mind when she said casually enough one day, “Daphne, how does Tuck do the things he does —Kkeep a car and a man and all that when he doesn’t work?” Daphne answered, “Oh, he has a little money. About ten thousand a year from his father’s estate.” “He'd make a good husband,” Jennifer said and pretended concentration on her magazine. “I never thought so,” Daphne answered as idly. “Tuck is pleasantly but he's been around too He isn't quite a gentleman. That's one | of the reasons I don’t want you to] see too much of him.” Jennifer's attention was on the printed page.

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clothes saying to a salesgirl, “Send it to Mrs. Tucker Ainsley, please.”

(To Be Continued)

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RED-HAIRED HUSSY—By Paul Devrais

ler. fable nature. Many a man would have stamped | upstairs and demanded an expla-| nation if, on arriving home at 8| o'clock in the evening, he had found, as John did, that his wife had left the following note for him on the living room table: You can get your own supper. I've gone to bed—in the spare room. John, however, merely looked | slightly puzzled, then crumpled the | note and strolled out into the) kitchen to forage in the icebox. Not until he had finished his | pick-up supper, and enjoyed an after-supper pipe, did he ascend, in leisurely fashion, to the upper ficor. He knocked at the door of the spare room. There was no answer. After a while, he gently opened the door a crack. “Aren’t you feeling well, dear?” he inquired. ”

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| JT took a lot to upset John Fow- nights, and this looking like a wo He had an easy-going, af- | tyr. Are you rehearsing a part for! | a play or something?”

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| being very silly.

stepped into the room. A bedside |

lamp, still lit, showed him Mrs. |

Fowler lying in bed with her back | toward him. She might be asleep. |

“Are you asleep, Frances?” he

asked softly.

“No, I'm not!” The tone was icy. “Oh, I thought—well, what's the matter, then? What's the idea of going to bed so early? here?” Suddenly, “You should know!” she snapped. Then, just as suddenly, she shot down beneath the bedclothes again,

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head was visible. John, completely baffled, hesitated a moment, then turned and left the room. 2 OHN, who was a department manager at Bronson's Store, didn't know that his wife called up his office that afternoon. He had happened to be but at the time, and the girl who had answered the phone had forgotten later to mention the call. She was a careless girl, too much addicted to inconsequential chatter during business hours. In reply to Mrs. Fowler, she had said airily that this was Mr. Fowler’s office, but that Mr. Fowler was out on the floor somewhere, and would Mrs. Fowler hold the wire

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And why in| | “Here you are, sweetheart. Now, you | | just wait down here a minute . .

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| and sits in your chair, and how you | | encourage her and—and—oh!” Emo- |

tion terminated her outburst, and | she buried her head in her pillow. “Oh!” said John, quite shameless“So you've heard about her?” “She is awfully cute—" | “Oh, go away!” moaned Frances, | from under the blankets. “I hate! you!” | “Now, look here, Frances. You're You've got the | wrong idea altogether. Look—to- | | |

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morrow night I'll prove to you how | wrong you are.” ! “Well, that gives you 24 hours to | think up some plausible story, but | you won't deceive me with it, so you! might just as well save yourself the | trouble.” “We'll see,” he said.

2 | HE next evening, Frances was | just about to climb into bed— | still in the spare room—when she |

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key in the front door. She paused |

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At the sound of his footsteps on | the stairs, she rushed to slam the | door of the room, then dashed back | and jumped into bed. : He came in, a moment later, and stood at the foat of the bed. “She's downstairs,” he said. | “Who's downstairs?” ‘The red-head! The cause of all the trouble!” | Frances sprang out of bed. “You | actually had the nerve to bring her here? Oh, you—you . . . ! Oh, this is too much!” And wrapping her dressing gown about her, she swept from the room. “She's in the living room!” John called after her heartlessly. “Fight it out between you!” He sat down and began to fill his pipe. A smile wrinkled the corners of his eyes as he puffed away_contentedly. He listened for sounds from below. Presently, he heard Frances coming slowly up the stairs. Then, she

while she had him paged. She had | Was standing in the doorway. In

then begun a side conversation with another girl. \ Frances had held the line patiently, and then had suddenly pricked up her ears at what she heard at the other end of the wire. “Talk about nerve!” the girl was

| saying to her friend. “When I came [in here a little while ago, she was | sitting right in his chair—waiting

for him to come back. I got rid of

| her in a hurry.”

HE next morning, at the break- | fast table, John inquired of his wife if she had slept well, and was rewarded with a snappy answer in the negative. He studied her downcast features for a moment, then opened his morning paper and propped it against the coffee-pot. “The silly things they write about sometimes,” he remarked. * ‘Should Husbands Flirt?” What a title for an article!” “I should think you'd find it very interesting!” Frances retorted. “Me?” He raised surprised evabrows, but got no further response. | That evening, Frances again re- | tired to the spare room before John came home. He was working late

these evenings—hence, it was easy |

| to get to bed before he appeared. | When he finally arrived home, he | once more came up to look for her, |as on the previous evening. “Now,” he said persuasively, “what's it all about, Frances? This going to bed early, this separate room business, no dinner _for-twg . 5

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her arms was a tortoise-shell cat, | which purred rapturously as she | stroked it. “Behold the red-haired hussy!” cried John. “Oh, John!” murmured Frances, | wavering between laughter and] tears. “I've been so silly! Will you forgive me?” John said he would. THE END

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

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