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| + CAST OF CHARACTERS JOAN BARRETT, heroine, "secretary to John Hendry. ’ (JOHN HENDRY, head. /BOB. ANDREWS,» Hendry’s n rtner and Joan’s fiance. | SYBIL HENDRY, socialite, John Heny’s niece and Joan’s rival in love. || PHILIP HENDRY, Sybil’s brother. ‘| DOROTHY STARKE, Joan’s girlhood friend. CHARLES NORTON, g promoter.

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Yesterday: Dorothy convinces Joan she should not flee, that her secret is till safe. Then Joan agreed to meve ith Dorothy to Green Hills.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

OB returned from California AD the following Wednesday. Joan ad received a note from him that

private office. : | “Bob!” she cried delightedly, forretting her business dignity. “Bob!” hen, aside to Mr. Hendry, she anBounesy sedately: “Mr. Andrews is ack from California.” = “Good!” the old man beamed.

“Tell ‘him to come right in. . . .

Er, no, you go outside and wait for him in your office. Get your Hello’s over . , . then send him in to me.” A moment later, Bob bounded through the door, and without a Shoughy for business proprieties, he caught her in his arms. | “I missed you, Joan! It seemed a year.” “I didn’t expect you today. Your letter—” “I caught a special plane. How've you been, darling?” “Fine. A little lonely, of course. Did the Bella Terra come up to expectations?” “Pretty nearly. Is J. H. in? I'd better see him.” “He’s expecting you.” He put her down, unwillingly. “Have dinner with me?” he suggested. : : “With nobody else . . J” : 8 - 8 BB :

HEY dined early that evening, at a small downtown hotel. “I have news for you,” Joan announced, after a while. | Bob looked across the table, drinking in the exquisite loveliness of her—the golden curls peeping out below the I little black turban; the blue eyes, radiant and exciting now; the soft cheeks, inviting a caress. . : “You've found the apartment?” “No. I haven't really looked for cne. I've been too busy moving myself.” “Don’t tell me,” he said in mock distress, “that you've deserted the Lovely Ladies’ Lodging Club. Where did you move?” “Green Hills.” “To Green Hills? fine! With Sybil?” Joan shook her head quickly. “No. With an old friend. , . .” She told him of meeting Dorothy at Sybil’s tea, and of Mrs. Downs’ subsequent “So,” | she concluded, “Dorothy and I are living alone in the huge Downs house while the family is in Florida.” : ‘Bob smiled approvingly. “At Peter Downs’, eh? You're certainly meeting the best people. He's one of the leading attorneys. in the city. You say you and this Dorothy Starke ent to school together?” “Yes, in Seattle.™ : . “Seattle?” he repeated in surprise. 04 never told me you lived in the est.” “You never asked me,” Joan coun-

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tered, smiling disarmingly.

“No, I guess I didn’t. I've always been too busy telling you what a fine fellow I was. I never thought to ask about you.”

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Pe it's time I told you, then.” She spoke lightly, and even Bob could not detect the serious undercurrent in her voice. “I was born in Sacramento, and later went to Seattle to live. After I left school, we moved—mother Mother died in Chicago, and somehow I hated the city after that. I came to New York as soon as I saved enough money.” Bob listened casually. “Your father’s dead too, isn’t he?” ly. : es. "He died when I was very

. young.”

Sire” was surprised at the calm manner in which she was able td tell the story. Ordinarily she would have flinched at the very mention of the places. But Dorothy had made her rehearse it, and as Dorothy had pointed out, it was all so very plausible that there was no reason at all to hesitate. There was her background, simple and straightforward; and if people asked any further questions, she was within her rights in tactfully changing the subject. . “It is so good,” she said, realizing how much Dorothy had helped her already, “having Dorothy here. I've always been lonely in New York.” Bob nodded understandingly. “I imagine you have; dear. New York is a hard place to make friends. remember when I first came do from Connecticut, I used to talk t myself at nights because I was s lonely. That was- until I got the

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fine, Joan. Almost like a father to me. ‘I don’t have any folks either, you see, Sybil his been swell to me, too. By: the way, how did you enjoy the tea?” ; : “It- was a lovely party, Bob,” Joan reported truthfully enough. : “Of course, it was a bit formal, and— well, I'm still in awe of Sybil. And of her friends, too, I guess.” “I know.” Bob grinned.. “I felt like a bull in a china shop the first few times Sybil entertained me. Everything was so damnably correct. - And that fish-faced| Jennings watched me like a hawk, as if he suspected I intended to make off with the silver. However, Sybil means well enough.” 5. ” ” os # OU’LL like Dorothy, Bob.” He patted her hand, as it lay beside her plate. “If she’s a friend of yours, I'll have to like her, won't 13” 3 “Joan smiled. “You don't have to like her.” : . “Well, I want to. It that better?” “Much better.” She smiled brightly. “Will you come home with me this evening and meet her?” “So that I may meet with her ap-

“Don’t be silly, Bob!” He leaned forward and looked at her more intently. “There’s a little detail we must decide first,” he said,

. very quietly,

“What?” »From. his coat pocket, he took out mall. card calendar. . “I.asked Mr.

Hendry this afternoon if he could spare us both for a week.” Joan’s eyes were starry. “What did he.say?” “He asked what was taking me so long.” “So long?” “That’s what he said. He likes people who make up ‘their minds and act immediately. No dillydallying . . .” Joan laughed softly. “It sounds just like him.” “Next Saturday,” Bob noted, “is the 30th. But Norton is coming on from the coast some day next week, so there will probably be a few details to iron out concerning the Bella Terra. I'd better be on hand. I may even have to run down to Washington for a day or so. But the next Saturday—well, the Queen of Bermuda sails’ at 3 o'clock. Do you think Mr. and Mrs. Andrews can make it?” ’ “I know they can, Bob dear.”

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HEIR eyes met and held, and presently Joan's dimmed with tears at the sheer happiness which filled her heart. Presently he said: thing for you.” Joan smiled eagerly. from the mine?” “No. It wasn't that kind of a mine.” . “Have you“got it with you?” He stirred his coffee with exaggerated nonchalance. “I can’t give it to you here ... “Why not?” : “Oh, it's sort of a private present...” ~

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“A souvenir

Later, in a taxi going uptown, he took a tiny black velvet box from his inside pocket. “Shut your eyes,” he commanded. As she 1 so, he opened the box and reached for her hand. Gently, he slipped a ring on her finger. - : i “Oh, Bob!” Joan's eyes widened as. she looked down at the sparkling diamond on her left hand. For a moment she just gazed at it, holding her breath in speechless wonderment. : “Do you like it?” - “fjke it? My dear, I never saw such a beautiful ring in all my life. It’s so—so utterly magnificent. It trightens me . . . Take it off, dear,

and let me read the inscription. It

has ‘an inscription, hasn't it?” In the dim light, she held it up and made out the tiny letters: “R. H. A. to J. B. 4-1-37.” “1 love it Bob!” “And T love you.” He slipped the ring ‘back on her finger and took her into his arms hungrily. In the mirror, the taxidriver caught a glimpse of them, but red lights and jay walkers claimed his attention. Let the two of them have a little romance. He remembered how it was when he and the Missus were going out. Gee, that was along time ago. What swell times they used to have, in these days. . .. Take a pair like this, though. They'd mever have the tough breaks

he and the Missus had. Pretty soft

it was for scme folks. (To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

LITTLE REFORMER—By Elizabeth King

+ ra LLENEEN was rated still a child, but she now assumed a sweetly womanly expression as she walked through the outskirts of the little town, her drawing and writing kit held purposefully under one arm, her lunch under the other. She had ben warned never to go alone to the woods of Ralston's Hill, but she intended to win that writing and drawing contest in the Christian News, and get money for Mummy. She guessed she was old enough to start relieving Mummy of her load of care! - Poor Mummy!

Folks were saying it was that “shiftless idler,” Coke Blackstone, who had beaten and robbed Banker Pendleton last night, as he was returning home from lodge. The town was agog this morning. And Elleneen knew that here was ithe real-life event about which she would write the required “composition containing a strong moral theme.” : 8.8 ” EAVING the town behind, she began to climb the wooded slope of Ralston’s Hill. From a clearing on top of the hill, she could make her sketch, full of what artists called “perspective,” showing the little town spread out, with a big, sinister X marking the spot where Squire Pendleton had been attacked. _A solemn, exaltation filled her. She could help out her mother and do good in the world all in a single stroke. A vision of herself illuminating the path of lost souls swayed before her eyes as she toiled doggedly upward through the woods. :

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AT last, she came to the clearing atop the hill. On the edge of it, she stopped short. Lying in the sunlight, sprawled in sleep, was a lantern-jawed, stubblebearded man—Coke Blackstone! The fugitive! Elleneen’s knees began to tremble treacherously, but her mouth tightened with youthful courage. Laying her lunch on the ground, she sat down, cross-legged, took out her pad and pencil and, with shaking hand, began resolutely to diaw a ‘picture of the sleeping man. Presently he grunted, rolled over, and sat up. Elleneen’s hand froze

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‘Whatcha -doin’ there!” Coke Blackstone sprang to his feet, his droop-lidded eyes red rimmed.:

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LLENEEN strove to quiet her trembling. “I—I am engaged in a fine work!” she declared proudly. “I am drawing a picture of you to go with my composition-for the Christian News. My theme is, that you are not a really bad man, after all!” “Huh?” : It was like an explosion, and made Elleneen jump. “I know who you are,” she said severely. “I know what you did last night, Coke Blackstone!” He was scowling down at her. - “Everybody else thinks ou'’re bad.” Elleneen was now warm to het theme, getting back a little lof her magnificent self-confidence. “Everybody thinks so but me. I guess you just never had a chance. You probably never had enough goad food.” ” ” o

OKE BLACKSTONE, with a sudden feline motion, was down on hands and knees beside her. “What you got there, kid—some grub?” “My lunch. But you can have it.” She added, with self-conscious pride, “I made it myself. I evan made the cookies.” “Yeah?” He was tearing greedily at the paper wrappings. “I made all but the tea. Mummy made that last night, but she didn’t drink it, because a neighbor came in and she had to go—so I brought it to have with my' lunch. Mummy thinks I'm too young to drink tea.” Elleneen tossed her head. “Yeah?” Coke Blackstone was wolfing down ' the uneven sandwiches, yearching her with cunning ‘eyes. ” ” ”

LLENEEN continued, “I'm old enough to help Mummy, only she doesn’t think so. She worries. She felt awful’ last night while she was making the tea. She thought I was in bed, but I saw. She had been talking to old Mr. Pendleton about what we owe him. People say he’s vin—vindictive, Mummy cried after he left—I/ guess some of her tears are in that tea— but our neighbor came by for her, and she had to, go, because his wife's going to have a—” Elleneen blushed. sanynow, she couldn’t drink the ea.” Coke Blackstone washed down the last crumb of Elleneen’s lunch with

the last swig of stale, cold, bitter v.

“Come on, kid,” he commanded,

“We gotta go.” Elleneen’s

rising. “Go?” startled. He laughed harshly, seizing her arm. - “Sure! You're comin’ with me. I ain’t takin’ any chances on your goin’ back to town and tellin’ that you seen me up here. Come on!” He yanked her to her feet. Panic swept over Elleneen. He was going ‘to kidnap her!/ Suddenly terrified, she screamed.” “Why, you little—"

eyes were

With a curse, he raised his hand |.

to strike her but, before it descended, he suddenly doubled over, gripping his midsection. - He pitched torward onto the ground, writhing inpain... : » ” ” HEN the excitement had died down, and the last neighbor had gone home; when Elleneen’s mother had pressed her close, again and again; when Banker Pendleton had finally departed, leaving on the old oak table some papers which made Mummy very happy, and some green bank notes as well— then, Elleneen, with a purposeful look on her face, got out Mummy's recipe book and _ began to pore thoughtfully over ‘its pages. “There m have been. something wrong with those cookies to make him sick like that,” she said. “But it's a good thing he got caught, because one meal wouldn't reform a man, anyway. I'll take lots of really good food to the jail, and I'll bet—" But Mummy wasn’t listening. Something terrible had happened inside her with the discovery that both Elleneen and the forgotten tea were gone—with the giving of the frantic alarm that had sent searching parties out to scour the hills. . . She smuggled a wicked-looking little brown pottle from behind the packet of tea on the cupboard shelf —where she had hidden it last night after making her poisonous brew, in a; black, despairing moment, prayer of thanksgiving and contrition was on her lips as she poured the little bottle’s evil contents into the fire in the kitchen stove.

THE END

(The characters in this story are fictitious)

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