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“BY LOUISE HOLMES

F CHARACTERS PATRICIA |IVARREN, heroine, secre_tary to Don Bionteray, actor-playwright. TRISSY WARREN. ‘ Pats’ cousin and roommate in.New York. DON MONTERAY, Patricia’s acior-em-ployer. |

ROSAMOND) AKERS. Patricia’s rival.

Yesterday—Fats attracts Don’s atiention at the inasquerade and agrees ‘to meet him Friday at the Coronet tea arden. iit i] . “I 2 CHAPTER EIGHT T 4 o'clock on Friday afternoon Pats sal at a remote table in the well-bred elegance of the Coronet Tea Garden. Music whispered, fountains splashed; couples. murmured. | She |wore a clinging gown of deep blue. The gorgeous fur col“lar of a smait little jacket framed her flushed, expectant face. Her hat wis extremely becoming. There was ng hint of uneasiness in - her manner 2s she ordered tea, but inwardly she was hot and cold by turns. Suppédse Don had thought better of it—suppose he had forgotten. Then slie saw him. His eyes rested on, hé¢r questioningly. Then he strode betiveen the tables. Diffidently, almost shyly. he extended his hand. fo “Good afteinoon, Goldilocks,” he said. i Pats gave him her hand. raised smiling eyes, then dropped them in confusion. “But you are Don Monteray,” .she exclaimed in pretended dismay. It ®as as if she felt dis-

; appointment, | even a slight resent-

ment. il “Your pet gbhorrence,” he laughed

~ with'a touch jof embarrassment.

: lle = = . “gH, I wguldn't say that,” so- | berly|| “But I'd rather—"| Leaving the sentence unfinished | she looked down uncertainly. “I'm sorry,” Don. said humbly.

“But I'm affaid I can't change my | Went to bed eachvnight to dream of

Thi: was a new feminine |

name.” | He lad never before been |

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. called upon [fo live down his name, |

so to speak. In fact it had dlways | been the open sesame, the magic key. il , i “It doesn’ matter.” Pats picked | up her purse and prepared to rise. |

~*I think I don’t care for tea to-

day.” Bh “Oh, pleast.”- -He looked alarmed. “I shall bg the one to go. But: surely ther¢ is no harm in drink- | ing a cup ¢; tea together.” ! ' Pats regaided him with troubled | eyes. “I'm|/ not in the habit of’ meeting married men-—not even for a cupjjof tea.” From Don’ | amazed expression she knew he | had complgiely forgotten the epi- | sode in Jersey City. il 2% =» E started to say. “I have no

wife,” but stopped with - his |

familiar rysful grin. Sitting down opposite Pais he leaned toward her. “For businfss reasons I was married a vi

honestly. IMy wife has no person-

al interestiin me and I have none in | She frould be the last to ob- | . ject and iff means so much to me— |

her.

this afternfon.” Pats raised her eyebrows shrugged ‘her shoulders delicately. The waitiéss served her and Don ordered fez. “I was (so afraid you wouldnt ome,” he told her boyishly. “I said J] would be here and now that I am here I may as well drink my tea.” | She laid aside her purse. She was graciously aloof. pleasantly impersong.. Knowing that the element of | pursuit was the quality which infiigued Don, she strove to appear indifferent. " Once Ibn asked quite casually, “Are you a New Yorker?” “No,” slie answered simply.

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| GAIN he caught up a reference to her work. “Am I to understand thi: you are a wage earner?” Ire inquited pleasantly. “No,” Baid Pats. When [they had finished she did not linge: for conversation. It was a trifle [difficult to be calmly indifferent | with Don’s eyes constantly upon hel, ardent, questioning but never doibting. The circumstances

had buiii up a fascinating mystery |

which provoked his curiosity and lent a subtle background for her charms. | “We mjust do this again.” he said, as they/left the table. “Where may

#1 call jpu and for whom shall I

ask?” i “You might try the little house in the hig woods.”

“Won; you tell me your name?”

He was very much in earnest. “If I gave you a name it would not. be my own,” she said. “Please —I hayp a reason.”

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cious and fretful by turns, the latter mood plainly leading up to the motive for her call. Pats corréctly surmised that Rosie was out of funds again. “Don—I'm awfully short—" burst out plaintively at last. Don sighed. Pats knew he had no financial worries, but the matter of Rosie was getting under his skin. . “You can’t expect a girl to get along without money,” Rosie went on in a tone which plainly blamed Don for her dilemma. “I need everything—my clothes are in tatters—" . “Spare me the details,” Don interrupted grufily. “How much?” “Could you let me have a hundred, Don? I'm absolutely flat.”

” ” 2 i ON opened his billfold and emptied it. “Here's $75,” he said, counting the bills. “It’s all I have.” : Rosie accepted the money sulkily and soon found an excuse to leave. “Isn't Rosie expecting a | great deal of you?” Pats asked when she and Don were alone It was the first time she had interfered in his affairs. | “Rather,” he admitted, “but how can I refuse? Tears, lamentations, her arms around my neck—bah— I'd end up by giving it to her. so what’s the use?” His mind was not wholly upon what he said. He was again reading the headline in the paper. . Twice during the following week Don left the hotel at 3:30 in the afternoon: Each time he returned moody and silent.| Pats- was quite sure he had gone Yo the Coronet and she thrilled ecstatically.

she

come when she could saunter in | for a cup of tea. She planned her | costume with elaborate care and

and Held it until she pulled away.

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Quanity after 4 on Friday she leisurely entered the tea gar-| den. Her gown was black, very | straight and slim, deceivingly simple. Her small black hat, a short chinchilla jacket added the perfect touch. As she walked into ‘the lounge Don jumped to his feet. He had been half concealed by an open newspaper. Hé came to meet her, 80 relieved, ‘so - jubilant, that Pats’ treacherous heart caught in her throat and her lips smiled tremulously. “I—I hoped you'd come,” he said youthfully. He was charmingly abashed, boyishly eager and genuine. : “But, Mr. Monteray—" Pats began doubtfully.. “I thought there was to be no more—" “Don’t say it, please. You see I didn't get a chance to tell you goodby the other day.”

asked, ‘and held out her hand. “Goodby, Mr. Monteray, and thank you for the lovely tea.” Don took the small gloved hand

Shé started for the door and he | fell into’ step beside hér. | “Listen,” he said, and Pats won- | dered how any woman could re- | fuse Don Monteray anything, “my car is outside and it’s a wonderful day. Let me take you to a little place I know for tea. It's not far and I'll have you back fin no time. I—I'd like to take you.” Pats pondered this. “I don't go about much—" “Just this once—" . She glanced upward at him. His head was bent toward her; his eyes dark and imploring. “NO questions asked?” she inquired, deliberately playing up to his suspicions. . emg

furs and silk, of tea and scones, of ! Don—always Don. !

“Nary a question. s (To Be Continued)

- Daily Short Story

BEHIND THAT PICTURE—By Theodore Tinsley

OWARD COLTER smiled at Eve Fenton across her candlelit dinner table. She looked incredibly beautiful, he thought, in the pale green gown so admirably suited -to her blond loveliness.

Tonight, he determined, he would talk frankly of his break with Myra

| Up till now he had hesitated. Not once since he had moved his brandnew easel to a bachelor studio, leaving his law books behind him, had I'the subject of *his wife been men- | tioned. The only reality had been | Eve—her sophisticated smile, her insistence that he shew his com- | pleted first painting td Jacob Blandng.... ¥t He had shown it and it/ had been | hung in the Blanding Gallery. And | | now—it had been sold. | “I really should have invited old | Blanding, to make the victory din- | ner complete,” Eve said. | “It’s your triumph, not his. But | for you, Blanding would never have | looked at the picture. In fact, my | whole awakened . interest in art is | due to you. When I think of how | casually I used to play with tubes i and brushes! Why, when you first | suggested that I give up my law | practice, and take up painting seri- | ously, I thought you were joking. | Even now, I hardly know how it all | started!” + - { #2 8 =

| . { VE coughed softly.

| “I'm a dangerous ‘woman, Howard, | | We ladies of wealth so often are!” ! ! Her blue eyes were mauve in the |

| candlelight. “According to 'gos-

| sip—" | “Gossip?” His smile faded. | | “There's been gossip about us, | | Eve?” | “Naturally. What did you exect?” | Nevertheless, he was annoyed at | the thought of the world discuss- | ling his private affairs. A blight | seemed to fall vn the dinner table. | | “By the way,” said Eve, “I saw | { Myra yesterday.” | “Myra?” - Howard looked un- | | easy. “Did she—" “Of course not, silly, Myra is | | sweet. She was with Tommy | | Bryce. Tommy's nice, don’t you | | think?” Howard frowned. So Myra was going out with Tommy? Eve laughed indulgently. “My | | dear. don't scowl so. After all, six! | weeks—"

| don’t believe in?”

ment, and put a final period to this’ whole inconclusive nonsense. Myra’s attitude since their separation in-| furiated him—friendly, indifferent, | impersonal. All right, he’d match her, pose for pose. . . |

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T wasn't easy, he found. The next day, when he went to the apartment, she was proud, reserved. | His hand trembled as he showed her the deed. His pen dropped a | blob: of ink as he bent over the legal | document to affix his signature. ! “I'll get you a blotter, Howard.” ' “No. A decent pen is what I| want.” He turned nervously. “That | one on my study desk—" “Wait. I'll get it,” he said. | But the was already on the way | to the study. “Oh Z

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perhaps?” he said sarcastically. ! “Suppose we dismiss it as a whim | on my part.” | His eyes looked straight into hers. | “Why did you buy a painting you He ‘reached out suddenly and gripped her shoulders. “You used to be honest, Myra.” | “If I've been less honest, it’s be- | cause I haven't wanted to hurt you.” | “Hurt me?” he said. }

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“Eve?” Howard was very pale. ‘She paidehim to have it hung?”

| him to stifle his conscience” |

Pats dimpled. “Is that all?” she].

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toward the check room. one second and I'll take you |

he said, and Pats nodded !

back, hat in hand, Pats was nowhere to bel seen. Don looked vaguely about,| the joyous light fading from his ygung face. He was restless ‘that might. He tric. [fo work, but sat for| long moment§/ with his eyes fixed musingly | ce. At last he threw himself comfortable chair and, picka newspaper, scanned it in-

suddenly hi by a headline, saw him avidlj read the article and fling the fingei’s of one hand against it as if offended. Later she read the item.

ond,” she read in the headShe suppressed an impulse to ¢ and read on. It seemed that 1 ringleader in a band of clever who had recently stolen a usly priced necklace in Clevead beergtraced to New York. d as having golden

naméiess blond girl, had evidently jumped to a terrifying conclusion. It wis really too funny at all. Pats had [felt reasonably sure that Don woulll repeat his visit to the tea garden on the following Friday. This news might well cause his ardor to cool! And there could be no greater disaster than that. 2 =p : Pats thought about the golden-haired thief and Don moodily from the window, Rosie. , She viva-

the living room for coffee and liquers: Eve drew him down beside her on the angular couch. Howard hated modern furniture. That was one thing on which, he and Myra had always agreed. He though of Tommy Bryce— straw-coulored mustache, brisk voice, polo vocabulary. What in heaven's name could he and Myra find to talk about, except chukkers and ponies? “Tell me about your next painting.” Eve murmured. There was languor in her voice and attitude, but Howard was too preoccupied to cup the lovely hand alongside his, or to say the things he had planned. He found himself uttering smooth banalities to cover the flow of his thoughts.

n 2 "2 IFE with Myra had become increasingly difficult from the mo-

ment Eve had persuaded him to have a serious try at painting. Myra

had said nothing whatever about].

Eve or Eve’s motives, but he’s been told things wordlessly. He'd become self-conscious about it, stubborn Their final open quarrel had come one evening when he had flatly refused to take Myra to a dinner party because he wanted to stay home and paint. Myra had called up Tommy Bryce and gone with him. The next morning, Howard had moved to the studio.”. . He smiled now at Eve, and tried to yank himself out of his moodiness; but he remained perversely restive. In the end, he murmured a flat excuse and left. On the way back to his studio he thought of tomorrow—when he

would see Myra, sign over to her his |

THE END. |

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