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JOAN BARRETT, heroine, to John Hendry. JOHN HENDRY, mining investment head. : BOB ANDREWS, Hendry’s junior partner and Joan's fiance. : SYBIL HENDRY, socialite, John Hendry’s niece and Joan's rival in love, : PHILIP HENDRY, Sybil's brother. DOROTHY STARKE, Joan's girlhood ‘friend. CHARLES NORTON, ing promoter, Y

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Yesterday: Joan attended a party given for her by Dorothy and a fortuneteller warned of a ‘tall, dark man and death,”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

OAN came into the offi‘e Monday morning with a song in her heart. She was glad to see her desk in its accustomed place, glad to notice the work that was piled high on one corner of it.. She wasn’t dreaming, then. Everything was as she \ had left it the Friday afternoon before. But so much had happened over the week-end—so much that was glorious and béautiful and utterly unbelievable—that she expected at any moment to awaken and realize that it had all been a fleeting, beautiful dream. ; First of all, there had been Dorothy's wonderful party, .and the enormous chest of gifts, which she had wrapped and unwrapped a hundred times since, to be sure they were real. Which she and ‘Bob had examined together, too, on Sunday morning. joking about them,

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was more likely that he was in his sixties. Joan ushered him into Mr. Hendrys office and the two men greeted each other heartily. She shut, the door and returned to her desk. For a moment she stood there, thinking, against her will: “A tall, dark man. And Death.” She forced herself, presently, to get to work. She was being ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. It was the man himself, she decided, whose personality haunted her. He was so strong, so dark, fathomable. She understood why Bob did not like him. She did not like him either. ‘She smiled at’ that, realizing that if St. Peter himself came down and walked the earth, and Bob did not like him, she would have found an instant reason to substantiate that dislike.

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N hour or so later, Mr. Hendry's buzzer over her desk She picked up her notebook and went into his office. Norton got up graciously and offered her his chair. “We'd like to draw up an agreement,” Mr. Hendry stated, “a sort of tentative option on the Bella Terra mine. Oh, this is Mr. Norton, Miss Barrett There's a chair for you, Charley. Bring it over.” To Joan, he remarked, jovially, “You-wouldn’t think, would you, that

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Charley Norton and I prospected to- | gether 40 years ago? No, sir, I tell you, there'ss nothing like living in|

young. . . . Now, about this option—" He dictated for several minutes, interrupted himself occasionally to discuss some point more fully with Norton. Joan took the notes quietly. “. . . and be it further agreed that Jacob Small, sole owner of the Bella Terra mine, shall be paid—"

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E broke off abruptly. “Say, Charley, I still don't see why he has to have 40 thousand in cash. That's no way to do business.” . Norton shrugged his enormous shoulders eloquently. “I've tried to talk to the old fellow about| that,” he said. “But he's set. One| of the old-timers, stubborn and ignorant. All he can understand is so many pieces of gold in his peke. If he could get the entire amount in silver dollars, he'd rather have it so. You know the type, John. They can't read or write to any extent, and a certified check is just a bit of paper to them. They want cold rash. I explained it all to young Andrews when he was out there. He tried to talk sense to Small, too.” “I know. He told me. Well, if that’s the way it is, I guess we'll have to agree. Forty thousand dollars—even in cash—is dirt cheap for the property.” To Joan, he said: “Fix that up for us immediately, will you? We want the lawyers to go over it this afternoon.”

(To Be Continued)

teasingly. though their hearts were | filled with the bright vision that! the gifts inspired. : 5 2 a 2 N Saturday evening, Bob had | taken the two girls to dinner at the Inn—a quiet little dinner, he suggested, because they were still" too excited over the . party that afternogn. But Millie and Jim Sanders had arrived much earlier, and the quiet little dinner developed into a gala festival for the future Mr. and Mrs. Robert Andrews. Whatever misgivings Joan might have had following Sybil's tea, they disappeared after Saturday night, ; ~~ "You'll be the most popular voung matron in Green Hills,” Dorothy assured her, as they sat on her bed for one final summing | up of the day's activities before retiring. “You should: have. heard the lovely things the women said ahout you. It certainly was surprising, considering the way you captivated their . menfolks.” “You've done it all for me, | Dorothy.” Joan replied, gratefully. “Rubbish!” -But she kissed her goodnight, tenderly, and wished her sweet dreams of the future,

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UNDAY morning Bob drove Joan up into the hills from which the town received its name, and there he pointed out the plot of |ground , which he wanted to buy far - their future.home. Half an Bors Jib was, |. high on a hillside, overlooking the | town, with a view of the| entire; countryside for miles around; They could see Manhattan, too, its|gleaming towers outlined clear and sharp against the bright sky. A thousand pine trees dotted their home-spot,

{around her counter, money to her, holding out packages |

Daily Short Story

‘TEN TO FIVE—By Ernie Rydberg

T was ten minutes to five in the five and ten cent store—the rush hour—and this evening, the rush had been worse than usual. . | Nancy O'Brian felt weak. With her left hand, she jangled the little bell on her cash register while, with her aching right arm, she waved a dollar bill above her head. “Nickels for counter 23!” she called. “Nickels for 23!” Dozens of people were jammed holding out

of envelopes, pads of paper, pencils. | clips, pen points—everything, it | seemed to Nancy, that she had for | sale. “Here, dearie,” wheezed a fat lady. “Here's a dime. Be a good girl and put this pencil sharpemer in a bag.” " ” ”

UT Nancy looked past her. She could see Jimmy Stuart, the assistant manager, trying to get through to her. He grinned. He always grinned. Sometimes it was exasperating. How could anyone be so eternally cheerful in such an insane place?’ “It's easy,” Jimmy had told her, the first time they had gone out together, long ago. “I've got a theory— it doesn't make much difference what you do in this life, whether you shine shoes or are president of a bank, provided you can Keep cheerful. Keep smiling, and it will help make the toughest assignment

She squeezed out into the aisle and fought her way toward the front door. She could see a lot of policemen in front of the store, trying to clear the sidewalk. Then she saw Grant. She struggled toward him and had almost made. it when she felt a rough hand on her shoulder, jerking her back. “You work here, don't you, sister?” said the man, who had stopped her. “No!” she shrieked, and looked pleadingly at Grant.

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HY didn't he reach out- and grab her—punch this fellow in the nose? He just stood there grinning. What a time. to grin! He was still grinning at her when the heavy “glass doors were shoved shut and tightly locked. Through the pane, she saw his lips move, but’ she had no idea what he was saying. Then a policeman made him move on. Nancy felt suddenly ill. Her knees trembled. She slipped behind the candy counter, sank down on a chair, and burst into tears. Oh, why hadn't Grant helped her? Now she was stuck here—maybe for weeks! Above the excited voices of the girls, calling back and forth to each other, she heard someone shouting her name. It was Jimmy.

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Over it all, a quiet- peace prevailed, and the hilltop became a veritable fairyland -of magic beauty. “Like it, darling?” Bob whispered eagerly. “Its as close to Heaven as we could get!” she replied breathlessly. | “Can we ever afford it?” “Afford it?” He smiled gaily. “All these years, waiting for you to come along, I've been saving up for it.” They went back to the real estate office and bought it immediately, and Bob's face took on ‘a grin that couldn't be erased—not even when a traffic officer, an hour later, gave him a ticket for- passing two red; lights. After dinner, they drove over to! see Mr. Hendry and tell him about it. ‘So you bought the hilltop?” The old man chuckled. ' “Crazy young fool!” Taking away the best secretary I ever had, in the bargain. . . . Well, I suppose I'll have to make the best of it, . . . get used to that hatchet-faced Miss Meade. Bless my soul, the way you young folks rush into things nowadays!” . But he was pleased, nevertheless.

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HE: was still chuckling to himself this morning as he came in through Joan’s office. “So you're runnnig off on Saturday,” he said, for the 20th time. “Think you can get all that work cleared up first? I doubt it. Not with your mind in the clouds the way | it is. . . . Heaven help you, young lady, if you get my investments all muddled. I'll take it out of your husband's pocket, so help me. I will.” He laughed, continuing on into his own office. At the door he hesitated, and called back: “I'm "expecting a Mr. Norton—Charley Norton—from Sacramento. Show him right in, will you?” Remembering what .Bob had! said, Joan pondered over Mr. Norton. A close friend of Mr. Hendry’s, vet this matter of the Bella Terra mine might be a little shady. Since Bob's return, he had said little - about it, and she had not asked, probably because they were so completely involved with their —pwn personal plans. Norton arrived shortly after 10 o'clock. As he entered her office, she looked up in sudden “surprise. She caught her breath sharply, remembering an old woman's words: “A tall, dark man. And Death.” Charles Norton was unquestionably the tallest, darkest man she had ever szen. He must have stood every bit of six feet four—a powerfully built giant of a man. He had a heavy mass of black hair, and his eyes were dark and piercing. As he looked lat you, they seemed to burn deep| into your mind, as if they could read one’s most secret thoughts, ” zn ” J E was rough and rugged, hy H his well-tailored town clothes did not seem to sit well. Joan guessed that he fitted more easily into the careless, outdoor apparel of a mining camp. The curious thing, she thought, was that there was so little indication of age about him. He might have been a young

man in his- middle thirties, his skin |

coarsened and weather-beaten from constant exposure to the outdoors. Or he might have been a man in his sixties, permanently hardened ie st the ravages of time and the _ eléments. Considering that he was

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” o ANCY looked at the clock. Still 10 to five—the hands had harely moved. - If they would only turn suddenly to 5 o'clock! Then she would be through with the store forever! ~ This was the day she had been breathlessly looking forward to for a month—ever since Grant Gordon had proposed to her and she .had accepted him. In 15 minutes, she would be hanging joyfully nto Grant's arm, and they would be threading their way through the crowd to his car. In a few hours, she would be Mrs. Grant Gordon. No more watching the clock. No more attending Monday night indignation meetings with the girls, arguing rabidly whether they should get $14.75 .a week, or $16—whether they should have 35 minutes for lunch or three-quarters of an hour. All that was over.. She was going to be concerned, from now on, only with making a happy home for Grant. ” o 2

RANT was so different from ¥ Jimmy, who had introduced him to her at a dance one evening, only two months ago. Grant, too, was cheerful, but not all the time, like Jimmy. He flared up often, sometimes at trifles, but Nancy liked it. It showed he had spunk, and that was more than she could say for Jimmy. : The hardest thing Nancy had ever had to do was to tell Jimmy that she and Grant were going to be married. When she told him, she wished that for once in his life, he would get downright angry and tell her he hated her for being so fickle—tell her anything, just so long. as he would register a little spirit. But Jimmy hadn't. Since then, he had gone on being his same cheerful self at the store— smoothing ruffled customers, and joking with the girls—not a sign of resentment. Nancy had found herself despising him for just being nice. Right at this moment, only 10 minutes before she would walk out of his life forever, he was grinning at her as though he was tickled to death!

ow E reached her counter, and: she held out her hand for - the nickels she expected him to hand her—but he had no nickels. “I want to tell you something!” he shouted above the hub-bub. He pulled her down to whisper in her ear, but Nancy never heard what he had to say. stead, she heard a shrill whistle. There was an instant of silence, and then shrieks, cries. The people in the aisle began milling toward the doors. “Strike! Sit-down strike!” a man was shouting. It had come! Nancy had been afraid of it before, but in these last hours, she had forgotten all about it. She saw Jimmy being propelled along with the crowd, much against his will. His face was red, as he frantically struggled to get back to her, but he couldn't. -

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ANCY saw the other salesgirls following previous instructions. They were locking their cash registers, then sitting down. Nancy didn’t sit down, She wasn’t

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flushed, his expression very serious. No grin now. He had a slip of paper in his hand. t “Here, Nancy!” he panted, thrusting it at her. “I tried ‘to warn you, but I was too late.” : “What is it?” - a “It's. a release! You can: get through the picket lines. Hurry! Nancy stared at it. “I don’t want it!” she suddenly sobbed. “You don’t want it! Sure you do! Why, we might be locked in here for a month.” ; / “Really!” Nancy’s eyes were glistening through her tears. She took the release and tore it into bits. “Why, Nancy—" “Do you want me to go, Jimmy?” “Why, no—I—I was just doing it for you. You want to get married, don't you?” “Yes!” she said vehemently. “But not to Grant Gordon!” She pulled him behind the candy counter and kissed him. “Gosh!” gasped Jimmy. “I hope this sit-down strike lasts six months!” |

THE END (The characters in this story are fictitious)

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