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BY LOUISE HOLMES

CAST OF CHARACTERS. PATRICIA WARREN, heroine, secretary to Don Monteray, actor-playwrizht. TRISSY WARREN. Pats’ cousin and roomate in New York. DON MONTERAY, Patricia’s actor-em- | ployer. ROSAMONDE AKERS, Patricia’s rival.

Yesterday: Pats meets Rosamond Ak--ers, Hollywood acquaintance of Don’s, and feels the first real hatred of her life. This was the ‘other woman.”

CHAPTER FIVE PpEecEuL methodical days in the Monteray suite had come to an end. Any and every hour of ~ the day or ‘night Rosie descended upon the locked apartment. She was rehearsing for the new play and hinted that her part in the redhe=ds was meager and allowed no _ opportunity for her special talents. With a proprietary manner she dragged Don out for dinner night after night, invited herself for lunch and for tea. And Don seemed powerless against the s irge of her attentions.

Inwardly, Pats as a seething

torment. * She looked on Rosie with:

an all-consuming hatred; than that, she feared her. was working toward a goal. was brazenly clever, openly seductive. Some day Don would find himself married to her. Pats was sure of that. Already gossip columns in the “newspapers were linking their names; Don Monteray was distinctly “that way” over one of the charming red-heads. Rosie A was extremely smug after that. It was as if she had the sanction of the press.

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unduly. RecKlessly she out on one of her own dresses, a plain little frock, of brushed wool with a dashing” scarf. e touched her lips with crimson and tilted her hat becomingly. ; ’ They drove wondered if ahy marriage had ever been so utterly devoid of romance, so plainly matter of fact. When it was over and she sat beside Don in the deeply cushioned roadster, she had the queér feeling of walking from a ridiculpys dream or of being someone she |had never heard of. The only tangible proof that the thing had really happened was the circlet of diamonds on the third finger of her left hand.

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EY drove along the Hudson, their destination being the unoccupied summer home of one of Don’s friends. Don. talked of his play and Pats lost herself in the evolution of the plot. The fact that she could not see Don, in all his youthful splendor, as an elderly wireless operator who had not seen a woman for 10 years, made her voice a faint remonstrance. “But, Mr. Monteray . . .” began. “I'm afraid youll have to drop the formalities,” he laughed. “You must learn to say your lines convincingly. Ever think yqu could act?” he asked good-naturedly. Pats hedged. “I never - thought much: about it,” she said. But to herself she added with a little sigh, nes within lines. First I understudied for Trissy; now I'm Mrs.

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Monteray. Will I ever be Pats again?” For a moment panic threatened her. Had she completely lost herself in her devious roles?” “I'll have to stop calling you Miss —er—Warren,” Don was saying, laughing at himself. “And I hadn't "the slightest idea of your first name until I bought the license. Let me see—is it Priscilla?” : “Patricia,” she told him.

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E repeated “Mustn’t forget,” he said. “I suppose before people I could call you darling. He said this matter-of-factly but a fire swept over Pats. “Well, we’ll have a few days to practice,” he said easily, and went back to the subject of his play. |

The house where they were {0 spend their strange honeymoon was large and rambling. An elderly custodian and his wife were in charge. Don and Pats dined in state, one at each end of a long table, separated by three yards of damask and six lighted candles. Don was courtesy itself but Pats knew she had no place in. his thoughts. After dinner

“| he found a suitable table, unpacked

his typewriter and set to work. Long after Pats had gone to bed in a lovely chintz hung room she heard the rhythmic tap-tap of the keys. Don had said he supposed he could call her darling. It was a pitifully small thing to remember on her wedding night but the casual word of endearment had been magic on his lips.

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her lovely personality lost in a wig and pair of tinted glasses. Inwardly she kicked and screamed at the fates.

willl power. One morning, while Rosie was rehearsing, he called Pats

at the end of my patience,” pacing back and

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{| -# #2 =» EED a wife,” ne said flatly. 4If I/had a wife I'd get some p from designing females. You've seen me suffer.” He laughed y. “That's why I'm asking you to be generous enough to marry me.” Pats gasped, as if he thrown fce water in her face. “This is my proposition,” he continued in a .business-like tone. “You are the only woman I know who does not irritate me, who allows me a little life of my own. You have - protected me from that goffice like a good fellow and I'm asking you to extend that protection to my private life. If agreeable to you we will go quietly and be married. You will live in this apartment. .I will introduce you as my wife. The world need mever know the facts, that it is merely a business arrangement, to be ended immediately at your wish or mine.” Pats sat still. Objects in the room whirled about her head. In

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reeling brain, desperately she tried to hear and understand what he was saying. “My lawyer has drawn up these papers.” He indicated a legal document on the desk. “It’s something like a partnership or a corporation, subject to almost instant dissolution 2% the wish of either party.”

2 8 =» | HEN Pats remained silent he continued. “For| this service I shall offer you $500,a month and your \living will be taken care of. If the agreement is ever ended by me, and I promise you on my honor that you shall have your freedom without question if you desire it, I will settle a substantial amount upun you. Does the idea appeal to you?” Pats came out of her daze to ask, “What would my duties be?” “Point well taken,” said Don, his lips relaxing into a smile. “Your present duties would be turned over to someone else. Naturally a man ~ doesn’t want his wife to work.” The words were casual but they sent the blood racing through Pats’, veins. “His wife!” Magic words. “If you accept my proposition you wiil accompany me everywhere I go, to

the theater, to cocktail parties, din- |

ners, dances, when I go out in my’ car you will sit beside me—” «I see” Pats broke in weakly, “I'm to be a sort of human buffer.” - He laughed. “That sounds a bit harsh but you are right.” “But what about me?” she asked rather wistfully. “I know the 'ided® sounds grossly” selfish but after all, is it? I understand you are obliged to ‘work , for your living and this position I offer would be easier and better paid. There’s one thing . . > He stopped and frowned . uneasily. “Of course, if there is a man—someone you J : love , . SS. . OMEONE she loved. Pats’ heart almost turned over. 'The man ‘she loved was brazenly asking her ‘to be a fence behind which he might hide, a smoke screen for his protection. But, and the thought brought little ripples of excitement, he was asking her to accept his name, to live near him, to share his life. It was something— it was a lot. “When would you want me to— do it?” she faltered. + “Ag soon as possible. I've stood ~ about all'I can,” he confessed. Pats ‘spoke slowly. “I'm practically alone in the world. I shall

h ment and accept on your own generous terms.” Don looked at her almost fondly. . “youre a wonderful woman,” he said warmly. “A darn good fellow. . d—would you marry me to-

ing thundered over Pats wash of waves. - “Why heard herself saying. With Sims as a witness they signed the legal document and Pats hurried home to change. Don told ‘to take a would keep out of sight until the

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Blast the little devils!

.who’d done all the initial shouting.

HOWLING CATS—By James Higginson

cat’s terrible howl. It began|in a low murmur and ended in an ear-splitting crescendo. Eddie Davis stirred slightly and muttered in his sleep. An answering howl rose, echoing and re-echoing. Eddie turned over onto his left side. back onto his right side. Then came two howls together, sounding like a pair of wailing lost souls. Eddie swore angrily, and kicked off the covers. How could one sleep with that racket going.on? He got up and walked to the open

awful screams continued. Soon his -eyes became accustomed to the gloom of the backyard—a backyard running the length of the block behind a row of apartment houses. On the fence at the back, Eddie saw the two cats. * They must belong to whoever lived in the ground-floor apartment directly in back. He had seen them there on the fence practically every night for the past nth, and they had kept him awake night after night with their fiendish howling. He'd like to kill them! ” E- 3 u E picked up a heavy ash tray, and weighed it gleefully. Then he hesitated. No use to hurt them. He'd just scare them $way by hitting the fence under them. He drew his arm back and let the ash tray fly. It hurtled through the air and landed with a crash. But not against the fence. It cleared the fence by inches, and went sailing through a window of the apartment just beyond the fence. A light flashed on in the room belonging to the broken window. Next, a door slammed. - Then, a feminine voice on the other side of the ce rose in an anrgy shout. “Who broke my window? “Who had the nerve to break my window? . Answar_me! Are you deaf?” Eddie put on ‘his bathrobe and slippers and went down the back stairs. She was still shouting when he reached the yard. Lights were going /on, all around the yard, and heads were popping out of windows. The whole neighborhood began to shout at once. Everyone began to tell every one else to shut up and go to bed. ” u s N the thick of this racket, Eddie pulled himself to the top of the high board fence. He found himself looking down at the young lady

She was in evening clothes -ang looked furious. When she saw Eddie, she began tapping her foot on the ground.

“Well!” she said haughtily. “And what are Vou doing up there like a monkey? You look very cute in your hight clothes! Perhaps you can explain my broken window.”

Eddie felt very foolish. “I couldn’t get to sleep—your cats were making such a noise,” he explained. “Oh, my cdts were making a noise, were they? And because my. cats were making a noise, you broke my window. That was nice of you —very nice!’ > “I didp’t mean to break your window,” Eddie said. “I just tried to hit the fence to scare the cats. I guess I missed.” | : “Oh, you guess you missed!” she said sarcastically, looking at the smashed window. “Yes, I guess you did!” } Eddie began to gét angry. jumped down beside her.

“Listen!” he shouted.| “Don’t think I got _any pleasure out of breaking your window! Why didn’t you come out and| get your crazy cats? You're not deaf, are you?”

“No, I'm not desf! I can hear you too plainly to be deaf. I didn’t come out and get the cats, because I'd just got in. And what’s more, I don’t own the cats! Are you satisfied now?”

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DDIE suddenly felt sheepish, and he wondered why he'd been shouting. This girl was swell looking! Beautiful red ‘hair, and lovely eyes! Then, suddenly, she smiled. “I'm sorry I got angry,” she said. “I know how nerve wracking those cats are.”

Eddie grinned. “I'm the one to apologize. I shonin e thrown that ash tray.”

“I don’t blame you oné bit for throwing it!” said the girl. “You just beat me to it. I was going to throw something at them myself, one of these nights.” “Well,” Eddie said, “at least I "might have had better |aim."* He wa gazing enraptured, ‘at her lovely face. “Her eyes

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“Well?” she said, smiling. Eddie came to with a start, and laughed, a little self-consciously. “Say!” he said suddenly. “Would you—would you go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

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HE laughed. “Don’t you think this is a little unconventional— you standing there in your pajamas, asking me out to dinner?” “I suppose so.” He grinned. “But I have on a bathrobe. That makes a big difference! Won't you have dinner with me? Please!” “All right,” she sald. row night at 7.” “Fine!” Eddie was jubilant as he started to scale the fence. ‘Then he stopped, astride the top. “Say—I forgot to introduce myself.” “Never mind—tell me tomorrow!” she waved to him and disappeared into her apartment. Eddie, returning to his own apartment, went back to bed. He lay there smiling happily in the darkness. And then—the cats started to howl again. Eddie rose and went to the window. There they were— on the fence again. . Eddie sat on the windowsill and gazed down at them, a benevolent expression on his face. Nice cats! Beautiful cats! : He weturned to bed and fell blissfully to sleep. ... The cats howled on, unheéded. . . .

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