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: CAST (OF CHARACTERS | JOAN BARRETT, heroine, secretary to John Hendry. \-JOHN- HENDRY, mining 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, California mining promoter.

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Yesterday; | Charles Norton arrived frum California. Joan was startled when she hears him mention Jeremiah Jordan, the man for whose death her father was hanged 10 years ago.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Continued QHE took the notes back to her desk and began typing them. For half an/ hour or so she worked steadily. ‘Just before noon, Bob looked into her office. “Have lunch with me?” he asked. |“Not today, dear,” she said with isappointment. “I have to draw up this Bella Terra agreement.” ‘“Norton’s ‘here, then?” Joan nodded. “And ‘I don’t like him either,” she said, smiling. f'Good. Im glad we agree so amiably. I'll see you at 5 ocloek.” She finished the work without further interruption. Carefully she read it over, checking and rechecking figures land terms. Finally she took the completed sheets into Mr. Hendry's office. - The two men were talking quietly as she entered. “. . there’ll never be another partner like Jeremiah Jordan,” Norton was saying, reminiscently. Jeremiah | Jordan! The name burned itself into Joan’s memory. “What happened to the fellow who did it?! Vaguely she heard Mr. Hendry ask|the question. “Oh, they|got him, all right,” Norton went on, complacently. ‘“Convicted him on a clear-cut case. He was finally hanged at San Quentin. . . . That must be all of 10 years ago.” Somehow, Joan managed to place the papers| on Mr. Hendry's desk and get out|of the office unobserved. Back at her own desk, the room spun crazily, and terror once more held her in its icy, relentless fingers. Jeremiah Jordan was the man for whose death her father was, hanged at San Quentin, 10 years ago! ° : | 2 un =# CHAPTER FOURTEEN EASTMAN HIGH SCHOOL was located in one of the quiet suburban sections of the city of Se-] attle, | : It was an attractive building. designed along English Tudor lines, and its walls were covered with ivy a generation old. Well-kept grounds surrounded it on all sides. To one side of the building, a lovely miniature lake mirrored the reflection| of old-world turrets. = Although not a private school, it atmosphere of | a small, exclusive junior college. Situated, as it was, in a good residential district, its young people came from nice homes and mod-

event—" He waved the cigaret expressively in the air, apropos of nothing. -

8 # " ISS GREELEY'S severity increased. She did not | like young men who smoked without first asking her permission. “You thought?” she prompted. “Well—in the event that he might wish to remember Miss Barrett in his will——he would, of course, want to know more about her.” “Your uncle sent you here te make these inquiries?” : Philip flushed uneasily. “Yes,” he replied, a tantly. “That is—in a way, uncle sent me.” “I do not understand you; young man. Did your uncle send you or not?” . “Well—not exactly—" “I see. Suppose then, you leave your uncle’s name and address with me and I will mail him a formal report within a few days.” Philip fidgeted in his chair. This was becoming an ordeal. Curse Sybil and her silly suspicions, anyway. - “My uncle would prefer,” he replied, as he suddenly thought of a plausible answer, “if I brought him the report personally, Miss Barrett, as I explained, is his confidential secretary. Any report coming through the mails would naturally fall into her hands first. He does not wish 'to embarrass her, course.” “Of course.”

un ” u ISS GREELEY pressed a | buzzer on her desk. A moment later a young woman stepped into her office. “Miss Baldwin, will you bring me the record card of Joan Barrett, class of 1927?” “Yes, Miss Greeley.”

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he asked for Miss Greeley's secretary instead of the old Amazon herself? He waited in uncomfortable silence until Miss Baldwin returned. He scanned Miss Greeley’s desk for some sort of ash receiver; seeing none, he pinched his cigaret butt and threw it into the waste-basket. She watched him coldly, offering no solution to his dilemma, and her eyes followed the flight of the cigaret into her basket with obvious disapproval. # z

T° Phillip it seemed an age before Miss Baldwin returned with the- desired information. “Thank you, Miss Baldwin. I shall return this to you later.” Miss Greeley took the card and studied it carefully for a moment. “Miss Barrett,” she told Philip presently, “seems to have been one of our best students. ment record is perfect. = Scholastically she was very much above the average, particularly in history, literature and foreign languages. I can give. you her marks in each subject, should you desire specific details. There is no indication of any laxity either in punctuality or attendance. She'was a member of the French club and played on the basketball team. . . Is there anything ‘else vou would like to know, young man?’ Anything else? You old witch, Philip thought, you haven't told me a blessed thing. “One more detail.” he suggested, after a moment. “How long was Miss Barrett a student here?” “And where did she attend school prior to that?”

(To Be Continued)

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"LEFT IN THE LURCH—By Catherine Lee Clay

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S the train drew slowly into the station, Rita teetered in the aisle, her black suitcase in one hand, her empty pocketbook in the other. To arrive in a great city for the first time at night—with no money in. her purse—was a | little terrifying. No. that was ridiculous—it could not be really terrifying - when Bill was going to meet her—with the marriage license in his pocket. She could depend on Bill. aIf she hadn't been sure of that, she would never have spent her last cent for a railroad ticket. The procession of passengers getting off seemed. endless. When, at length, she reached the platform, she stood gazing about in bewilderment. There were people everywhere, but she could not see Bill,’ No doubt. though, he was somewhere, looking for her—she had better wait where she was.

” u 2 OR more than 30 years, Amanda Greeley had reigned over Eastman High| as its principal. For 10 years previous to that—from the very day the schodl had first opened its doors—she had taught there. The school was| her life; into it she had woven all her hopes and dreams and ambitions, Its students were her children, and she cherished their interests as closely as she’ guarded her own integrity. She was|a strong, brilliant woman. In her fine brown eyes there still 4 Las , shone courage and vitality and determination, though she was nearing 70 years of age. The blood of pioneers ran in her veins; her own mother and father had come to Seattle in a covered wagon when the country was yet a wilderness. Her -father had helped to build the first

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People hurried past her. She was jostled and pushed. Then, the excitement had died down, and most of the crowd had vanished. She was practically alone. Dazed, she lifted her ' suitcase started toward the waiting room, into which she had seen so many others disappear.. Inside, she again looked about for Bill, but he was not there. Weakly dropping into a seat, she stared. about her. What should she do? At last, she picked up her suitcase, went out to the street, and hailed a taxi. ox n n T Bill's boarding house, she told

for his fare. She stepped up to the door and rang the bell. When a woman-—probably the landlady—opened the door, Rita felt a new sinking of heart. The woman's stare was so cold. “I haven't seen Mr. Shane for

"schoolhouse. and her mother had been its | first teacher. Amanda Greeley rlung to their traditions. It was | her boast that she remembered every young person who ever passed a term in thie school; even now, as: she walked the four blocks from the school to her home, she could meet grown men and women on the street and unhesitat-

ingly call/ them by their first names,

as she had 30-odd years before. So, this morning it was interesting to! have this young man from the East call on her for information

about Joan Barrett. she remembered Joan

O° course ' Barrett. The girl spent two years in| Eastman, ahd the school had never sé€en a finer student. A lovely young girl she was, pretty as) a | picture, well-mannered, thoughtful | and courteous to her elders. : Miss

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larly the circumstances under which ||

she had |left the school. She had

disappeared overnight, without any ||

explanation, without |any request for transfer, without any word at all. It was not until the next meeting of the Mothers’ Club that Miss Greeley learned of the unfortunate tragedy that had touched the girl's life. ‘There were in the Mothers’ Club a few | foolish members whose tongues | flew faster than their thoughts, and they had raised their voices in outraged indignation that their children had been exposed to such an unpleasant contact. The daughter of a murderer! : |X | # 8 8 UT Miss Greeley had .silenced them, once and for all. She had delivered a hearty eulogy on the i, and ability of Joan Barrett; she had sent the women home not a little ashamed of themselves, -and not a little sorry that their own children had suffered by comparison with this outcast child. : Now (Miss Greeley looked severely at Philip Hendry. : ~Just./what did you want to learn about in Barrett?’ she demanded again . Philip squirmed under her piercing gaze. | “Something about her character, 1 should say,” he replied, bestowing, with an effort, one of his most gracious smiles upon her. | “My uncle has taken a great fancy to ‘her, and naturally we are=a|litile interested in her background. “Wh 92 | Philip took out a cigaret, ceeded | to light it. “My uncle,” he said, “is a very Jr man. We thought—in the

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three days, and I don't know where | he is.” she snapped, when Rita. made | her inquiry. | “You—you mean he didn't leave a | message? - You see, he was expect- | ing me “No, he didn’t leave a message.” -“You—you wouldn't lend me the | money to pay for my taxi, would you?” § 3 : [ “No, I wouldnt!” The door slammed shut. | 8 2 " ISMAYED, Rita turned and walked slowly back to the cab, her figure drooping. “I—I am sorry,” she told the driver, “but my friend is out. Could you wait until tomorrow?” “Oh, yeah! I can wait until tomorrow! Just set right here and wait!” he said sarcastically. ‘Say, what's your game, anyway?” “I—1 haven't any gama.” Rita opened the back door, and reached for her suitcase. “Oh, no you don’t! That baggage stays right here till I'm paid!” The ‘driver leaped out of the cab. But, with a quick movement, Rita. (had jerked the bag from the car. {The driver yelled as she plunged ‘wildly across the street, looking neither to" right nor left. She was halfway across before | she saw the speeding car, almost on | top af her. She screamed, and | jumped—but too late. She felt her- | self hurled to the pavement—then | knew nothing more .-. .

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| HEN she came to, there was | the significant smell of antiShe was in a narrow bed and, on either side of her, were other beds. So this was a hospital, she thought listlessly. Then everything came back with a rush, and she lived again that terrible moment when the car had loomed up before her. A little sob broke from her lips. : A nurse came Up. and bent over her. “In pain?” she asked kindly. “No, I—I was just remembering how it happened.” - “Fortunately, you picked out a rich man to be hit by. His lawyer has been here twice to make a settlement.” Rita began to weep. “Oh, I don't care about that,” she moaned, and she buried her face in her pillow. The nurse soothed her = until, finally, Rita poured out the whole tale—how she had come to the city to marry Bill Shane, only to find him gone, without a trace. The nurse listened quietly, then smoothed the covers, telling Rita she mustn't sworry—she must think now

the driver to wait a moment |

only about getting well. ’

HEN the nurse was gone, Rita lay there, trying to force back the tears that rose in her eyes. Bill had failed her. He had jilted her. His disappearance was just his way

marry her, after all—he hadn't had the courage to face her. Well, she thought dismally, she must force herself to forget him. But it was not easy, particularly

broken leg and would have to lie here in this dreary hospital weeks.

expenses were being taken care of

His client, he said, was prepared to make a generous settlement, as he didn't want the matter taken intc court. Rita was listless and indifferent, but she was thankful that, at least, she didn’t have to worry about money. Then, one. morning, Miss Cox, the nurse, came in and put a screen around her bed. ~~ “I'm not going to die, am I?” Rita asked apprehensively. “Not today, I hope. You are going to have a visitor,” the nurse answered, and disappeared. on ”n a | RESENTLY, Rita heard her | footsteps returning, accom- | panied by a heavier tread. Voices | murmured just beyond the screen. | Then, suddenly, some one was beside her—Bill! At first, Rita was sure that she was dreaming. Then, | he took her hand in his. She tried | to speak, but could not. Tears of | Joy streamed down her cheeks. “Darling,” he murmured, and took (her in his arms, kissing away her | tears. “I didn’t know, until today, { what had happened to you. I feel | terrible about it! How ghastly for | you!” | “But—but—Bill, what happened to you? I thought you had deserted me—" And Rita burst into a fresh flood of tears at the remembrance of the heartaches she had suffered. “There, there, sweetheart,” he soothed her. “Everything's all right now. Miss Cox knew about me all along, but she didn’t tell you at first, for fear of worrying you. Then

surprise. “You see, I nearly kicked the followed by peritonitis. The news that you were waiting for ‘' me pulled me through, but they didn't | tell me until this morning that you | were right here in the hospital! So | you see, darling, you picked the. | right place to look for me—even if | you did have to get hit by a car to find me!”

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