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MAST OF CHARACTERS JOAN BARRETT, heroine, secretary to John Hendry. JOHN "HENDRY, 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: John Hendry told Bob that he has provided for Joan in his will; later the two discuss old mining days in California and the murder of Jeremiah Jordan. |

CHAPTER FIFTEEN—Continued

OB took a long breath. “That must have been an experience,” he remarked. “I'll bet you left that nine pretty fast.” “No, we didn’t. We seemed to get a hunch about it after the accident. It must have been a lucky spot, cr I'd never have come out alive. So we. stayed around a bit. And we cleaned up a nice little penny on the place before we were through.” The uncharitable thought flashed through Bob's mind that perhaps Charley Norton was just as interested in getting something out of the mine as he was in saving his

collars and cuffs. Through the window a sunbeam entered, and caught up the hjghlights in her golden curls. Her eyes were cast down, intent upon her notes, and their long dark lashes seemed to rest on the velvet of her cheeks—cheeks which were a little pink now with a flush of embarrassment. Norton regarded her with undisguised appreciation. Aften 10 or 15 minutes, he laid the papers aside, deliberately. He noticed that the tiny clock on her desk marked the hour of noon. “It’s 12 o'clock,” he remarked. “I'm keeping you from your lunch.” “That's quite all right,” Joan assured him, her tone crisp and businesslike. “I think it would be very much nicer,” he suggested, "if I took you to lunch. We could return later and finish this.” Joan started uneasily. “I'm very sorry,” she stammered. “I can’t— not today.” Norton smiled again, “I distinctly heard Mr. Hendry tell you to take the afternoon off. Why can't. we spend it together?” “I—I have an engagement.” “Don’t tell me that!” He laughed at her, waving aside her excuses. “How can you have an engagement

friend’s life, but he put it out of | his head quickly. : “Life must have been plenty | thrilling,” he said instead, “out in| the old West.” A “It was that,” Hendry agreed heartily. “A felloy never quite knew what sort of fortune lay in store for him, from one day to the next. Prospecting in- the old days was a rough gamble. But we had our fun out of it—Charley and I. There was . another fellow, too, | Jerry Jordan. The three of us roamed the mountains of California together for nearly 10 years.” “What happened to him?” “Oh, that’s a nasty story. Jeremiah was killed. Murdered. And by some young fellow he'd done a great deal for. Made quite a bit of money, Jerry did, and he had a nice little business. This fellow was his confidential assistant. One day some easy money came through the office, and [I guess -it was too much ior him.| He shot Jordan. Shot him in the back.” Bob frowned. later?” “Yes. they got him, all right.” Bob stared into the fire, shaking his head. “Imagine a rat like that, .can you? Shooting a man in the back. And for a few paltry dollars! It makes you stop and think twice before you make a new friendship, doesn’t it?”

“They got him

” ” ” CHAPTER SIXTEEN ORTON was in the office again | on Wednesday. Joan shuddered now every time she saw the | man. "Bob was right; he was a horrible person. But his presence | was even more terrifying to her. He was another link to the past, and she could not breathe easily again until he was on his way back to California. Over and over, she had persuaded herself that his discussion with Mr. Hendry of Jeremiah Jordan's murder meant nothing. Ten years ago, the Jordan case was a sensation in California. Nobody knew that better than she did. -Certainly, then, it was not incredible that two old Californians should talk it over. Particularly if they had known Jeremiah Jordan. That was the worst of it. The fact that they had known the man. That Mr. Hendry had known him. Norton did not matter, | he would be 6ut of New York in another day or two. But what did Mr. Hendry know? How well had he known Jordan, if at.all? She did not tell Dorothy about it at home. There was no point in bringing unnecessary ugly details into their life together. Forget it, Dorothy would say. And forget 1t she must. Nothing could matter now. Nothing. 4 A 8 = HORTLY before noon, Mr. Hendry brought the man over to her desk. “Mr. Norton wants to make a few changes in some of the terms of that agreement,” he said to Joan. “Think you can go over it with him?” “Of course.” «Good. I've a luncheon appointment with my lawyer, Charley, so I'l have to run along. Miss Barrett will take good care of you.” Norton looked down at Joan, a ‘slight smile twisting his lips. His eyes were expressionless. “I'm sure she will,” he said. He drew up a chair alongside of her desk and took out his copy of the Bella Terra sales agreement. Mr. Hendry went back for his hat and coat. A moment later, he stopped on his way out. .“By the way,” he said to Joan, “I don’t expect to be back this afternoon. If you want a few hours to go shopping. .., .” Joan smiled. Hendry. I do.” He patted her lightly on the shoulder, chuckling a bit to himself, and went out. Joan's eyes followed him to the door, and she realized for the thousandth time how kind he was to -her. She could phone Dorothy now; - they would have lunch together and shop all afternoon, ‘until their feet ached. Dorothy did not have classes on Wednesday afternoon at the art school. She'd enjoy shopping for bridal lingerie.

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ORTON rustled the papers in his hand. Joan's smile vanished as she looked up and saw those piercing black eyes glaring through her. “I can start immediately, Mr. Norton,” she said with dignity, calling his attention to the work on hand. Norton smiled again. For some. inexplicable reason, Joan wished

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that Mr. Hendry had not left her |

alone with him. He looked like Dracula, she told herself, and half expected him to stand up, spread out his long arms, and turn into a vampire bat. For the first time in all the years she had been working, she felt uncomfortable for being alone with a man. She hoped his work would not take long.

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E went through the agreement, slowly, thoughtfully. Qccasionally he dictated a paragraph to be added, or changed. As she took down the notes, she could. feels his eyes burning into her. She made a pretty picture sitting there, in her simple little black

when you just learned a moment ago that you would be free?” He rose carelessly, walked over to the window and pointed outdoors. “It's too perfect an afternoon to waste in an office,” he commented. “And I'm a stranger in your city. Surely you could show me a little hospitality. .. ” vod HE returned to his chr, and as : he passed in back of Joan, he too dropped his hand to pat her shoulder. Bat in his manner of doing it there was none of the fatherly kindliness which Mr. Hendry’s similar action had denoted. Norton's touch on her shoulder was deliberate, purposeful, and unpleasant. Joan writhed under it. “I' do have a luncheon engagement,” she insisted. “Do you mind if we finish this as quickly as possible? I should not like to be late.” “You can break the appointment.”

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changes he had suggested in the agreement were so very important, after all.. Was it, rather, just a little plan of his own to spend the afternoon with her? panionship why pick on her? There were a million girls in New York. What was the reason he sought her out so craftily? } “It's quite impossible,” she retorted sharply. “There is no way in which I can reach the friend I am to meet...” “A lady friend, I suppose?” he asked impertinently. “Yes.” “Then suppose I take you both to lunch, and you and I can enjoy ourselves alone, later on.” : 2 ” ” ON'T he understand that I'm not going with him, Joan thought. Must I run out of the office and leave him sitting here? If only Bob would drop by now! Bob! She'd forgotten for the moment that she wore a symbol of Bob’s protection against just this sort of unpleasantness. “I'm sorry, Mr. Norton. Your invitation really is a little—embarrassing.” She laid her left hand on the desk, where the sunlight picked up the brilliant sparkle of the diamond in her ring. The gesture was not lost on Norton. He laughed brazenly. “So that’s tne reason!” he remarked. “The boy friend's jealous, eh?” “No-—not exactly—" Still laughing, he hand that wore the pulled it away quickly. “Don't be so old-fashioned, my dear!” Norton advised. “What the boy friend doesn’t know will never matter, While he's working hard this lovely afternoon, you and I can steal a march—" “Please understand, Mr. Norton. It’s quite impossible. I'm engaged to marry Mr. Andrews, of this office. You know him, of course. I don't think Mr. Hendry would like—"

patted the ring. Joan

Joan wondered now if the minor

(To Be Continued)

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MOM CELEBRATES—By Mary Ethel Rooney

OM turned the eggs and made sure that they were cooked in the special way which dad approved. She put. a cover on the cereal to keep it warm for Chuck. A glance at the clock prompted her to plug in the percolator. Jean came languidly kitchen. “Coffee ready?” she asked, in the middle of a yawn. “In just a minute. I didn't know you were up. Want eggs or cereal?” “Do I ever?” Jean protested. Looking at the slim lines of her oldest daughter, Mom suppressed a wish that Jean would stop dieting. “Time for that boy to be up!”

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HE trudged down the hall callJng, “Chuck! Chuck! It’s late!” Passing the bathroom door, she knocked sharply. “Hurry, Dad!” At the next door, a merry face appeared. “What time is it, Mom?” = “After 8, Pafsy!” She smiled in warm response to the girl's quick hug. . Patsy followed her back to the kitchen. Jean was putting on her hat before the small mirror hanging between the windows. She turned to say, “Patsy, take my dress to the cleaner’s today, and don’t forget to dust the living room!”

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ing again tonight?” “And if he is?” “He's a crab,” Patsy told her. “Why don’t you make up with Dan?” “Now, Mom, I won't have her—”" Mom brushed the collar of Jean's coat and kissed her cool cheek. “Goodby, dear—and eat a good lunch!” 2 ” o. ATSY grinned at her father and made faces at Chuck as they came in and sat down together. Dad passed her the funnies,. and she read them eagerly. Chuck gulped down his coffee and lingered. over his cereal, his eyes on the funnies over Patsy's shoulder. ‘Oh, say, gotta dollar, Have to pay dues today—” Mom sighed. “Always something, Chuck!” But site gave him the dollar, taking it slyly from her apron pocket, hoping that no one heard the crackle of the rest of the money there. ; He dropped a kiss on her nose and was gone. Then, Dad gave her a peck and went briskly off, looking every inch the office clerk that he was. : Patsy made a half-hearted effort to find her school books and hat, finally calling Mom to the rescue. Mom fcund them on the diningroom buffet, and packed her off. “Oh, Patsy!” she called after her. “I won’t be home at noon, but I'll leave some lunch for you.” The front door slammed, then opened again. “Mom, if you're going downtown,

Mom?

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will you look at those jigger coats? I'd love a coral one to go with my skirt!” e “I'll see.” 8 8 2 OM went slowly back to the kitchen, conscious of the crisp bills in her apron pocket. Twentyfour. There had been 25 before Chuck took that dollar. z She took a clipping of a newspaper advertisement from a drawér and spread it on the table. The picture of a matronly stylish figure met her eyes. If she could only look like that! And only $15 for that four-piece, six-way outfit— coat, skirt, and a two-piece print dress! : Just the thing for the women’s club meetings, for Patsy’s recital, and for Chuck's graduation from high school. ‘ Five dollars for those comfortable, but smart shoes. That left only four for a hat and little accessories, but she’d make it do. It had taken her since Christmas to save enough for a spring outfit, but now at last, the day had come. Her birthday! Her eyes clouded a bit at the thought that no one else had remembered it.

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HE clock was striking 6 when she returned home and dumped her bundles on the kitchen table. * One bag burst open, and a cute round hat rolled out. It was coral, gay with youth and chic. “It will be real cute with that jigger coat I got for Patsy for $34.98. My, but that was a bargain! And that print dress for Jean, too, was real cheap. I hope Chuck likes his shirt and tie, and Dad his socks. They certainly needed them. . . dear, here I am talking to myself when there's supper to get, and all. Where’s that Patsy?” The dining room was dark but, as she stepped into it, lights suddenly sprang on, and she blinked into. five smiling faces. “Why, Dad! Why, everybody! And Dan, too! What is this?” “Happy birthday, Mom!” There were interesting, mysterious bundles of all sizes and shapes. piled in front of her place at the gaily set, flower-decked table. But Patsy, hugging her tightly, couldn't wait to reveal their contents. “You'll love everything, Mom! Jean and Chuck and I have been saving up. And Dan brought the flowers. But just wait till you see what Dad bought you—one of those four-piece, six-way outfits! Gosh, it’s swell!” “You didn’t think we'd forgotten, ig you, Mom?” Chuck asked eagery. “Oh, no, dear!” Mom was smiling through tears. “I guess I—I was the one that forgot. But I'm so glad I did!” she added, thinking of those other bundles out on the kitchen table, and what might have been in them. . . .

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