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BEGIN HERE TODAY Daphne Brett loved Larry Smith, architect. Larry had repeatedly asked Daphne to marry him. But always Daphne refused, not telling Larry, however, that she first wanted to lay aside sufficient money to launch Jennifer, ner young sister, on a career. Jennifer had proved the selfish sister from the start, defying Daphne at every turn. Finally Jennifer meets Gordon Herzberg, theater producer, and apparently finds her work. Then Daphne is sent on a two-months’ sales tour. Before she leaves, Larry again asks here toe marry him, and again she refuses. So Larry says goodby, assuming that Daphne cares more for her career than his love. And then to climax the situation, Daphne finds on her return that Larry is dating Jennifer! It is a cruel blow. For a time it staggers Daphne. And then she decides to play at the game herself. Her first step is a dinner party at the Flamingo Club, for close friends, Herzberg, and Larry, as Jennifer's beau. But Larry can’t come. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO APHNE lifted her vanity and looked into it with her head thrown back and the fingers of her other hand deftly touching her hair. “Just which man are you going after tonight?” Jennifer inquired shortly. “Must I be after a man?” Daphne asked, snapping the enamel case. “Aren't you usually?” Jennifer got up and greeted Anne briefly. Then she went into the bedroom and closed the door after her.

Daphne took off the cane with a gesture of hopelessness. I wonder if really we do hate each other, she thought. And then instantly she was sorry that she had permitted herself that small question. She knew that she loved Jennifer. Wasn't she doing this for Jennifer? “So far, so good,” Anne said from the window. “I'd call that test No. 1. And here comes our second Victim. The Carterets are arriving.” Daphne called through the closed bathroom door, “Jennifer, the Carterets are on their way up and we've got to go on immediately. Shall 1 ask Jules to return for you?” “Don’t bother,” Jennifer said. want to rest. I'll be along about 11:30.”

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to the Hammer apartment, Daphne said, “I wish I had asked an extra man. I'm afraid we're going to be one short.” She didn't say that man was Larry. Jules said, “If you mean that, I know a gentleman who would be charmed. Douglas Lockheed is at our apartment right this minute longing to meet beautiful girls.” “Please go and get him, Jules.” Daphne was afraid that with a man short, she would have little chance to work out her plan. They had to stop for cocktails with the Hammers and Daphne pleaded with them to hurry. She was having three guests who were to join them at the Flemingo and she didn’t want to be late. Daphne with her guests, the Hammers, Kit Carteret and Anne, arrived at the Flamingto to find that Jules and the other men— Daphne counted them again—Lockheed, Frank Rossiter and Gordon Herzberg, had not vet arrived. Her table was in a corner too near the orchestra. The candles were lighted and the champagne cooling in the silver buckets when she arrived. And while they toasted her in their first : Daphne arranged the place cards. Gordon Herzberg was at her right. That was the important thing. As a matter of form, she had placed Mr. Hammer at her left, Mrs. Carteret at Herzberg's right, Anne opposite her, and Frank Rossiter at the next place. That meant that Larry, or now Lockheed, would have to be between Mrs. Carteret and Jennifer with Mrs. Hammer nextto...

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B*: would it be a good idea to throw this unknown man into conversation with . . . or should she switch Mr. Hammer: no. she couldn't, because he was her guest of honor. Daphne scratched her ear below the sculptured curls. “Oh, dear,” she said and took her first sip of the champagne, “I guess I wasn't cut out to be a hostess. I never do seem to know where to place people.” “Want any help?” Kit said. “Don’t let's hother.” Dapine wanted only two things. One that Herzberg would be at her side and away from Jennifer. And the other, that if Larry were there he would be far enough away from her so that she wouldn't have to look up and have him see her eyes, but now Larry was not coming and that . . . The waiter whispered, “Miss Brett.” She rose. “Our men seem to have arrived.” She followed the waiter toward the lounge to welcome her guests. He was standing with his back to her inspecting a print on the wall. She knew his name but she couldn't say it. “I'm glad you decided you could come,” she said and held out her hand to him. “Daphne,” Larry clung to her hand, but he didn't say anything else. This was a new Daphne. stunning girl with the cool, clipped voice and the manner of a stranger. If she had known how these past months he had . . . «Jennifer is a little late arriving. Poor child, she had to work tonight. She's been doing some posing for a photographer.” “Has she?” he asked interestedly in that completely feigned manner that people often assume when words are really important just so long as you keep talking. “Yes, she has. She's been Jot. For a cigaret account,” offered. “Oh, that's splendid.”

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“It keeps her occupied.” Daphne ished his fifth highball, lit a cigaret, | of engineering

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| her hand and a smile as radiant as

Jennifer's. She was glad to see that he was young; that gave her a line |

of attack. | “I'm so pleased join us,” arm. led the other two with ne'er a backward glance, back to her table.

«I'm monopolizing you,” she said, | «Mr. Herzberg; you're going to sit at |

| my right.” [ “How did you know that was where I wanted to be? I've heard a lot about you, Miss Brett. Your sister tells me you are a very interesting person and that you know a bit about the theater yourself.” | “Do you mind talking about the theater? I want you to tell me so | much.”

Jules Carteret, Douglas Lockheed |

and Frank Rossiter arrived at the same time and for a few minutes Daphne had no opportunity to pursue her course.

But when the others had gotten |

up to dance—Larry and Mrs. Hammer were the last—she said to Herz-

perg, “We can dance later. I want i

vou to tell me about yourself and

that vou could | she said and, taking his |

your new play. The theater was my first love, you know. Do you mind?” He didn't mind. There were few ‘men who could resist the flattering attention, the intelligent re‘sponse that Daphne had to give | him. He found himself return|ing eagerly to her side to go on with their conversation. “Will you dance with me, | Daphne?” It was Larry. All evening | she had avoided looking | direction. Now there was no escape. | But there was. The lights were dimmed. Carita, the Spanish sen- | sation, was going into her dance. | “Sorry,” she said to Larry sweet ly and returned her attention to | Herzberg. “would it . . . would it be asking too much to let me read your new play?” | “I'd be charmed,” he said. “Tl end it over to you in the morning. ‘I'd like to know what you think of 15%.” “If you really mean that,” she said softly, “I'll ask you to tea with me on Sunday.” “At four?” he asked.

(To Be Continued)

Daily Sh

| VACATION FROM STI

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R—By Edward P. Norris

1 HE big city,” Detective McFarr told ex-convict Jimmy Grace, “is too much of a temptation for you. You need a long vacation back | home—out of stir.” | “I don't have to go,” grumbled Jimmy, who had been released from | prison the day before. “You can't force me!” Yet he was on the train, and McFarr was on the station platform, | seeing him off. “Listen, Jimmy,” said the detective, “if you stayed here, I'd be picking vou up for something or other inside of three days. Bidlington’s better, safer.”

He flipped a hand, and Jimmy

realized that the train had started moving. “Good luck!” called Mc- | Farr. Jimmy stared bleakly at the ticket in his hand. Bidlington! One bank, one movie! McFarr had a nerve, rushing him out of town. Old fool! The heck with him and Bidlington!

The ticket went into Jimmy's wal- | and | On | He |

let. He picked up his bag started down the train steps. the bottom step, he paused. could see McFarr on his way to the exit. The train was picking up speed. The end of the platform was coming. Jimmy jumped, rolling behind a baggage truck.

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ing against a bar, calling for a drink. As if he and the big city could be parted!

was his life. was going to bust it up!

. He'll pull down an outsider’s price. Rlueboy is gilt-edged. vv Its velvet! |, Jimmy cast an interested glance at the two men who were talking. One of them turned to him. “Say, could vou direct us to the Spur and Stirrup Club?” Jimmy gave him an address on Seventh St. “A cabll get you there in five minutes,” he said. “If it's that close, we might as well walk,” said the man, “if youll tell us which direction to take.” Jimmy stared into his drink, de-

bating a question in his mind. Sev- |

enth St. was McFarr's pet parade. But what the devil, McFarr wasn't bossing his life! “I'm going that way,” fishing his drink. The walk was as fruitful as he'd hoped. He picked up fragmentary information of dark horses, secret stable money, untouted dawn trials, handicappers who knew how to be easy. A stable out for a killing.

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HE lounge of the Spur and Stirrup was filled with smoke, pictures of race horses, and worn leather chairs. A number of men were lounging at one end, near a shiny brown door. Jimmy's companions, thumbing through a roll ot bills, revealed that Mistletoe was the first of their aark aces. From Jimmy's hip nocket came his bulging wallet. Tough if McFarr had asked to see it! He extracted five bills. One hundred dollars went to be smacked on the nose. The two men disappeared through the shiny brown door, and Jimmy settled back to wait. Content was inn the smoke rings he blew. Only a day out of stir, and already he'd walked into something! And MecFarr had tried to deprive him of sugar like this! The men were back in 15 minutes. “Mistletoe paid fives!” A handful of money was spread under Jimmy's eves. “Here's five hundred—and your stake makes six hundred!” The bills were soiled and dogcared, a bit different from his own, but sweet as honey! Jimmy grinned, and stuck them in his coat pocket. “And there's better to come!” said one of the men. “Let's get a drink.” Third race time drew near. Blueboy was whispered to be the golden | goose. Evens for him wouid be charity! The snips were backing him with an eyveful of dough! about Jimmy?

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Jimmy said cheerfully, “I've got a | grand here,” and emptied his wallet. | Half an hour later his companion {had not returned. Alone he fin-

EN minutes later, he was lean- |

The drink came, | and he sipped it appreciatively. This | Nobody like McFarr |

Snatches of a conversation at his | | elbow broke through his thoughts. |

How | Q-—Which English sovereigns were |

| IN] RRS cough sounded phoney. | “I did—and I didn't. Listen | to this, Jimmy. The afternoon you left, a couple of crooks pulled the | ‘race game on a guy. They thought they'd taken a neat profit until they ‘came to pass the dough. The stuff | was queer!” | “Queer dough! Good thing I was | jon a train,” said Jimmy. | “Yeah, it looked a natural for | ‘you. These con men had handed | | over $600 of their own good money— | | they got $1100 in queer that maybe | | cost the smart alec fifty bucks.” | Jimmy said, with awe, “Diamond | | cut diamond! They give you any | | dope on the guy who took ‘em over?” | “They couldn't give much—but they were wise enough not to toss away something they found among | that queer dough. It broke the | thing for us. I said you needed a ‘vacation, didn't I, Jimmy? Did it | have to be in stir? It was your | | ticket to Bidlington that they found lin the queer!” { McFarr had grabbed Jimmy's arm. |

THE END

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The characters in this story are fictitious.

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put the furious pounding in her bosom, the close tightness in her throat seemed to block off her mind.

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tion of the brown door. | Mental arithmetic occupied him. | Eleven hundred from his wallet, six By some queer procedure, he arrived at a | profit of 1200 per cent. And MecFarr had said he should take a vacation!

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open to let in an icy blast and a radiant Jennifer with a man. “Oh, darling, there you are.” She went right to Larry and took his arm. “Daphne this is Mr. Herzberg. My sister, Gordon.” Daphne gave ‘Gordon

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