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CAST OF CHARACTERS JOAN BARRETT, heroine, secretary to John Hendry. JOHN HENDRY, head. i BOB ANDREWS, Hendry’s junior partner and Joan's fiancee. SYBIL HENDRY, socialite, John Hendry’s niece and Joan's rival in love. PHILIP HENDRY, Sybil's brother. DOROTHY STARKE, Joan's jirlhood friend. roCHARLES NORTON, California mining Promoter. f

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Yestelday: Joan, hopeless and defeated, decided to flee New York. Meanwhile, the exultant Sybil telephoned Philip to rush on to Seattle.

CHAPTER TEN

FTER a minute of two, Joan's telephone ceased to ring, She breathed easier in the silence that filled the room. There was still much to do. Plans to make. «

It was fortunate that she had almost $300 in the bank. She would draw it out in the morning. It would take care of her until she found another job. A few days before, she . had Planned more pleasant ways of spending it. To buy lingerie—luxurious and shimmering. . Table linens and dish towels—the beginning of a hope chest. And a smart new traveling outfit, the sort that would look well on the “Queen ‘of Bérmuda” — a honeymoon ensemble. “vr » Bob's photograph stood on the bureau. She took it up tenderly, caressingly, and as she looked into the clear, smiling gray eyes, her own filled with tears. Tonight she was cutting the last tie that bound them. In the morning she would be out of his life forever. Forever. There could be no dream of meeting him again. Not ever, no matter how many long years dragged into the future. i The same cold Fate which had taken her father from her mother was forcing Bob out of her life now. She, too, must tread life's path alone, her heart slowly withering within her breast. Like her mother,

- she, too, would reap her final re-

ward in a lonely room, deserted and forgotten. : “Goodby, Bob,” she whispered. “Goodby, my dearest. . . .” She leaned against the wall, the picture clutched to her.heart, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

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T was a knock on ‘her door, sharp and imperative, which re--called her to the present. First the phone, now the door. . . . Who could it be? : For ‘a moment she stood there, thinking of escape. But there was no point in pretending to—be out; the light in her rcom shone brightly over the transom. Whoever was outside would know she was at home. “Joan!” A voice called brightly.

. Joan opened the door. Dorothy Starke came into her room.. “Joan! You didn't answer the phone, but the room clerk saw you come in... .Joan, what's the trouble?” : Dorothy looked around the room; at the two bags ready for flight, into the empty closet beyond. “Joan—you weren't going—-" Slowly Joan sank down on the bed, and when she spoke, her voice was hollow. “They didn't know about me, Dorothy. I couldn’t ever face them now. . . .”

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OROTHY sat down beside her and put an arm about her shoulders. “Joan,” she said sincerely, “you don’t think I'd tell them, do you? Oh, my dear, please don’t think that of me.” “It wouldn't be your fault, Dorothy,” Sybil asked—" “Sybil’'s a frost-bitten tabby,” Dorothy snapped. “If you were Bluebeard’s sister, I wouldn't give her the pleasure of knowing it. . . . “Oh, Joan, trust me, please! Don’t run away from this!” “I must, Dorothy. You don't understand . . ..J Dorothy reached over and took the picture which Joan still held against her. “You love him, don’t you, Joan?” The reply Joan might have given choked in her throat, but Dorothy read the answer in her eyes. “You do love him. And you'd walk out like this, without a word of explanation?” Dully Joan shook her ‘head. “I couldn’t expect him to feel the same toward me . . .” ” ” 2

“X77 OU’D rather have him eat his heart out in uncertainty?” Dorothy persisted, disregarding Joan's words. “You'd rather hate him waste his life searching for you, following you over the world in these mad flights?” “He could forget me,” Joan replied weakly. |, “Are you going to forget him, as soon as you leave here?” “Forget. Bob?” Tears sprang afresh to Joan’s eyes. “Forget him?” she repeated. “As long as I live, there’ll never be a moment when I won’t be longing for him. _There’ll never be a night that I won't shut my eyes dreaming of him. Oh, Dorothy, he’s been the greatest happiness I've ever known. That's why>I can’t let this shadow which follows me come between us.” “Running away from it won’t help. You've got to stay and. see it through, if it ever comes up.” “I can’t. I can't marry Bob and have him ‘know about my “father. I can’t have him look at me and think what all the rest of the world thinks—that murder ‘is in my blood. You know they said that, Dorothy. You know they said that about me in Seattle.” “Theydidn’t all say that, Joan,” Dorothy protested. “My mother and

father felt-very sorry about it. The|

ugly part of gossip, you know, is that it strikes so suddenly. That is probably why people react unkindly. My mother went over to see you a few days later, to try and make amends, but you had gone.” Joan recalled how hard it had been to leave Seattle. “Don’t. you realize, Joan, that we all have skeletons in our closets?” - Joan found no answer to this. “There’s nothing to run way from yet,” Dorothy pursued, along a new angle. “Meeting me hasn't changed anything, don’t you see? Sybil can ask me questions until she’s blue in the face . .. Oh, Joan, won’t- you believe that your secret 4s safe with me?” 2 “I do believe you, Derothy,” Joan answered, and suddenly she realized ce -the tru

OROTHY was right. There,

would be nothing gained by running away, and everything might still be, as she ‘had hoped. She did trust Dorothy; she felt a new comfort in her friendship. Perhaps it would be better to have a friend who shared the secret. Even when her mother was alive, the problem had been easier to face because there were two of them. After a moment, she said: “I won't run away, Dorothy. Not while there's a chance of Bob never finding it out ... .'.” . “He won't. Dont worry. And I'll manage sweet Sybil.” Dorothy jumped from the bed gayly and pulled Joan io her feet after her. “Let’s forget it!” she cried. “Here I felt so happy at finding an old friend in the wilderness, and it turnéd out that I was an Avenging Angel. Believe me, I was scared to death when I saw those bags of yours all packed. Come, let me help you unpack right now.. Then we'll go out and celebrate. I'm starving, aren’t you?” “I hadn't thought of it,” smiled. “I hope I wasn't expected to get through the evening on Sybil Hendry’s puny hors d'oeuvres.” She'held up a black velvet dress: admiringly, found a hanger for it. “We'll have fun together, Joan. Just like we did in school. Remember old DribblePuss with the walrus mustache—the one who tried so hard to teach us geometry? And Senor Ricardo, who recited love poems in Spanish?”

Joan

OAN smiled reminiscently. “How long are you going to stay in the East, Dorothy?” She asked, replacing lingerie in the bureau drawers. “Two or three months, anyway. Mother and Dad are in Honolulu for the winter, and I'm here for the noble purpose of compléting an art course. Maybe I can find a job when I finish. Who knows? Where do I put this negligee?” ‘“Here’s an extra hanger. . . . Are you living in Green Hills?” “Until the Downs leave for Florida, at any rate.” She hung up the negligee carefully, making room for it in the tiny closet. “Gosh, these pokey hotel rooms. . . .” She spun around suddenly, as a new, idea occurred to her. “Say, Joan, why don’t you come out and stay there with me while the family’s away?” : “At the Downs?” “Of course.” Joan hesitated. I were intruding. . . : “Nonsense. Aunt Margaret would love it. She’s been worried about leaving he there all alone, and just as worried about packing me off to a hotel. If you would stay at the house with me, it would solve everything.” “It would be fun,” Joan admitted. “Then it’s settled. I'll have Aunt Margaret send. you a formal invitation tomorrow. . . . Why in the world didn’t I think of that before we unpacked everything again?”

(To Be Continued)

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Daily Short Story

"REMEMBER WHEN—"—By Inez S. Vaughn

ETH scowled at her hair in the mirror. She'd had itset that morning, but when she had bathed Chubby this afternoon, he’d been so excited over his new celluloid duck that he'd brought it down “kersplash,” and had drenched her. Now the wave was gone, and it was too

late to do anything about it.

She sighed. It was the one night, of all others, when she wanted to look nice—the night she was to meet the famous Marta Bayliss. Dick had phoned from the office that morning and, in that casual way of his when he felt self-con-scious, had told her that the old gang who had been in Japan together were meeting for dinner in honor of Marta, who had just landed in New York from Europe, on her first visit to her native land in years.

rs ” ” 2 B= N ho had never been to the Orient, having married Dick after his return from Tokyo, hated these periodic meetings of the “Japan gang.” ber when” and “Remember how.” They'd talk longingly of the old soba man’s place where they'd gone for noodles and beér at midnight, or the fireworks on the Sumida River, or the moon rising over the lac-

quered shrines in Nikko, or the re-|

flection of Mourib Fuji in Lake Hakone. They'd talk wistfully of the happy, carefree lives they'd all seemed to live in Japan, and how different it was here in America, where everyone had to keep his or her nose to the grindstone, and no one had, time to play, or much money to spend. “Those were the days,” they'd sigh. “Why didn't we stay out there?” Pel “Well, why di@'t you?” wanted to scream at them. But she hadn't minded anything so much as the stories about Dick and Marta Bayliss. Marta’'s father had been connected with the American Embassy, and she and Dick had evidently spent a great deal of time together. Their names were always linked. “Do vou remember when Marta and Dick “climbed Asama, and it erupted when they were half-way up, and we thought they'd been

Beth

killed?” or “Do you remember when |/

Marta and Dick got arrested for taking pictures at Yokosuka?” or “Do you remember when Marta got caught in the undertow at Kamakura, and Dick rescued her?” Beth had writhed. And now, she was to meet Marta at last. : # 8 =n Moa had spent most of her life abroad and, since Dick had known her in the Tokyo days, she had been married three times, each time doing a little better for herself. Each time Dick had heard of her latest divorce, he had loyally explained to Beth that she had had an extremely unhappy childhood, dividing her time between her divorced parents—her father to Tokyo, and her mother in Paris. sult, he said, she was very sensitive and easily wounded. He could imdgine how unhappy she must have been in her unsuccessful marriages. She had told him, long ago, in those .happy dags in Japan, that all she wanted was a home where love was. Poor Marta—searching for love and finding only disillusionment. “Well, why didn’t you give it to her?” Beth had asked, crossly. Di¢k had been shocked. “Why, darling, that isn't like you! You can’t ask a girl who is used to everything to marry you on 50 yen a week, even in Tokyo.” “I thought -all she wanted was love,” Beth had answéred shortly, and after that, Dick hadn't talked so much of Marta. How Beth's hands trembled as she brushed the new blue mascara onto her lashes. What if Dick found he still loved Marta—Marta with the glamour of years in Europe and three divorces. How could Beth hope to cope with her?

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HE gang was assembled :in the cocketail room of a Japanese restaurant when she and Dick arrived. Beth's heart sank when Mike Shane called, “Marta, here's the only one of the bunch you haven’t met—Beth, who's been trying to Christianize Dick after you made a heathen out of him.” “I did a pretty good job,” ‘Marta said, lazily extending her hand to Beth. “He was one of my very best heathens. Come here and tell me everything that has happened, Dick. It’s just heavenly to see you all again. - . .” ‘Beth thought, unhappily, “She simply can’t .be as devastating as she looks. No woman.could. What clothes! Right from Paris. . , . I wonder if she’s got her fourth hus-

band picked out yet. . . . Dick is

the best idbking man I've ever seen

It was always “Remem- | HEN she and Dick were in

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—Oh, lord, I wish she had stayed on the other side of the world!” Dick sat beside Marta at dinner. Beth tried to sparkle and be. gay between Mike Shane and Rod Haynes, but without much success. After dinner, they piled into taxis and went to a smart hotel supper room to dance. “Got to show, Marta |, a big time,” said Dick. “After all, she hasn't been in New York for years.” : After the first dance with" Beth, Dick danced almost constantly with |. Marta. Beth tried not to watch them, but it was impossible not to see Marta’s lovely . golden head tipped back as she smiled at Dick is dark head bent.to hear what she was saying. He seemed to be having a marvelous time. When they were leaving, Beth heard Marta say softly, “I'd forgotten what it could all be like, Dick. What fools we were, so long ago. We must have lunch together to- |. morrow—we have so much to say.” Beth couldn't hear his reply.

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their car, she tried desperately to think of something casual to {alk about. “I mustn't act jealous,” she thought. After Dick had got out of the heavy traffic, he reached over and took her hand. “Have a good time dear?” asked. | “Qh, yes—grand!” she said, algiostin tears. “Well, I didn’t,” he said, shortly. “How that girl has changed! And I couldn't get away from her!” Beth was too surprised to speak. Dick continued. “The thing that made me so sore was that she seems to have forgotten she was ever an American. Said she couldn't bear life in this country—it’s so stifling— people here are so provincial—don’t know anything but work—don't ow how to enjoy life! But just the same, she’s spending dividends that some American eafned right here in this stifling country. Makes me boil to hear an American talk like that. Just a confounded expatriate! Thank heaven I didn’t stay away long enough to get that way!” “But,” said Beth slyly, trying to keep the elation out of her voice, “you were crazy . about Japan, weren't you? Haven't I heard you say—-" . “Oh, sure,” he said, carelessly, “I had a swell time there: But for a real place to live, give me America every time—and a real American girl with me!” he added, squeezing her hand. ) “A home where love is,” Beth sai wickedly, but sarcasm was always wasted on Dick.

THE END

(The characters in this story are fictitious)

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