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want you to be fie?” , free. want the right to make you ~ love me, to project you.”

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CAST OF CHARACTERS PATRICIA WARE[N, heroine, secretary to Don Monterzy, actor-playwright. TRISSY WARREN, s’ cousin and roommate in New Ybor DON MONTERAY, Patricia’s actor-em-ployer. i i ROSAMOND AKERS, Patricia’s rival.

and Don played a rsuit, but Pats reidentity. Don is ith her.

Yesterday — Pats * thrilling game of fuses to divulge h fast falling in love |

CHAPIER IX ATS and Dar . drove out the Boston Post road in the late afternoon sunshine. She kept telling herself, “I'm| sitting beside my husband and he [fves me,” but the words failed to flick in her benumbed brain. $he and Don were lovers; nothing |icounted - against that. - They loved and the worlg was lost in unthiiiking rapture. “You look soljsweet,” he said huskily. “I thifik of you every minute of the dg and you fill my dreams at night,|but when I see you I realize a | over again how lovely you are.” ||| - “Don—" The [fame slipped out and his hand cfvered hers for a

moment. “You [tan’t mean that.

Why—I1 might [8 anybody.” “You are my whole life now. It doesn’t matter fho you used to be. You see,” he went on gently, “I have never bgen in love before and I'm taking if rather hard.” “It can’t be love.” 2 Li 2 “YT is love and (I'm this much in earnest. Tordorrow I shall tell Patricia, and very soon, in a few days, I think, I stall be free again.” " “But why shguld you think I

“I only know | that I must be Every fiber in Pats’ |[jeing yearned toward him. Don thought she needed

shrouded in mysiry he wanted her for his wife. It had all been simpler than her maddest hopes.

hesitated. | It seemed so||flat, so. ridiculous to say, “I am your wife, Don.” Such an anti-clithax, so demanding of a thousand epplanations. A little nagging feal| warned her that

be shattered by llsuch a revelation. So she drifted Jn the blissful tide. # = # HEY ‘had te¢fi before a blazing fire in a mall white cottage. Sitting side bj side on an old] Duncan Phyfe sofa they drank tea from exquisite] Spode cups. A withered, soft-sjioken gentle woman served them. Twilight fell and still

they lingered, czught in the mystery

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the fur would soon be flying and it should not be flung at Don’s head or hers. On the morrow they would face Rosie together.

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HE fell to dreaming of Don. His production manager had been’ pleading for his return to Hollywood. Perhaps they would go at once. It would obivate many explanations to the outside world. Safe in ‘California, no one would marvel that Mrs. Monteray had changed like a chameleon over night. At 3:30 Pats, leaving the hotel, was a witness to Rosie’s eviction. Her bags were carried out and arranged neatly on the sidewalk and Rosie, scarlet-cheeked and raging, flounced out after them. Pats was near &hough to touch her, but Rosie showed not the slightest sign of recognition. No one could have possibly associated the slimly elegant Pats with the dowdy Mrs. Monteray. But a hard-eyed man, lounging near the entrance, became suddenly active. As Pats stepped into a cab he signaled another, gave a curt order to the driver, and leaned forward, his eyes never losing sight of the taxi in which Pats rode. When she alighted on Fifth avenue he was close behind.

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E stoods near her in a flower shop and looked with apparent indifference ‘into her gaping. purse while the attendant pinned an orchid on| the soft fur at Pats’ throat. hat he saw in the purse was a brown wig and tinted spectacles. A satisfied gleam lighted his cold, | observant eyes. - These items were to be the convincing proof for Don. Pats walked along the avenue. If was when she had almost reached the Coronet. that she suddenly realized that she was being followed.

Unconsciously she had been aware

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of the shadow in the fiower shop, had several times caught the same reflection in the shop windows. She hastened her steps. Soon she would be safe with Don. It was alarming,

even in broad daylight, to be fol-|

lowed this way. About to enter the tea garden the shadow slid between her and the door. “Just a minute,” he said, courteously enough. 1

Pats raised her chin and narrowed |-

her eyes. She looked through him and attempted to reach the entrance. ls =» =» HE man was short and stout, his clothes were sadly in need of pressing. His hat was pulled: well over his eyes. He stopped Pats with 3 hand on her. arm. She faced him with blazing) eyes. “If you're smart you won't raise any fuss,” he said in a low voice. “How dare you speak to me?” She was angry and at the same time desperately frightened. Her eyes

searched the street for Don’s car.

At a signal from the cold-eyed man a taxi drew up to the curb. He motioned in the direction of the cab. “Step right in,” he advised. “You and I have a little business to transact.” As Pats struggled to break away he opened his coat and her startled eyes fell on a badge, obviously the insignia of -the law. “You are making a dreadful mistake,” she said furiously.

“We'll let the district attorney decide about that, If I'm making

‘a mistake you have nothing to

fear.” With a firm hand he propelled her into the cab. Pats leaned to the window, frantic eyes on the disappearing tea garden. “What is the meaning of this outrage?” she demanded. Quite suddenly she knew. This detective believed her to be the blond diamond thief. For a fleeting instant she thought it funny, then terror swept over her.

(To Be Continued)

~ Daily Short Story

DOG ON TRIAL—By Harold Standish

HROUGH the open windows of the little Clayton courtroom, the spring sunshine could be seen gilding the ripples of Long Pond, into which the new community pier jutted. : “a . Within the courtroom, the atmosphere was tense. Indignation seethed in the minds of Claytonites.. Benny was on trial for his life.

Benny—big, lopeared, lovable Ben-

tacked him once! Keep him away, I tell you!” Jake stood there open-mouthed, hardly knowing what to say, while a murmur arose among the rest of us. ; Meanwhile, the youngsters, had tagged along with us, weren't losing any time showing what they they thought of Junior. Kids have a way of doing that more or less

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. and magic of niwly awakened love. Alone in the ¢harming room; Don arms.

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“Darling,”; he| breathed, “I love you.” And bliddly she raised her lips, fiercely; she clung to him while the crimson] world rocked and spun. “I've kissed s¢ many women,” he said, half laugliing, his hard lean cheek pressed [jlose to hers. “And I've really neve: kissed anyone before.” | “Dearest,” Pgs whispered. Later, driving slowly homeward, Don said, “I promised not.to ask questions, but—-won’t you trust me, sweetheart?” || Pats nodded (ireamily. “With my life. Tomorroj—at the Coronet.” Vaguely she winted time in which to choose the fjords of her confession. Supposef| his love turned to mere regard for his wife, Patricia, when he learngd that he had been the victim of a/pold feminine trick.

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A’ Pat’s regiest Don left her at the imposing entrance of the Goddard Hotel He was to see Atherton, his lawyej| before going home.) He, too, might have news on the morrow. il Jn parting he whispered, “I love you, dear—tomprrow—" Pats quickly crossed the crowded lobby. She siéiw a man near the desk stare at lier and knew he followed as she 13it by a side entrance. She was evell| half sure that his taxi followed fiers as she drove out Fifth avenue. But riotous thoughts. claimed her alld she forgot the incident. After breakfast the next morning

He told Pats that he loved someone very dearly, that she was in trouble and that he must be free io protect her with his calmly accepted the nouncemen;, acknowledged his cere. thanks for her many kindnesses and tile convenient marriage of Don Mongeray and his unattractive secretary was, within a few hours, to be ended.

marriage contract.

ATS took a walk in the park to think fhings over. She walked slowly, tryiiig to outline the story she must tell Don. As proof of her astounding J rs she would produce the wig and glasses. Step by step she rehearsed her lines. All the timeya lit{le dread tugged in the bak of her mind. Could she convince Don (¢f her love? And might not his love turn to weary -indifference with the realization that he had been duped? In a state of conflicting emotions she went. back to the h@lel. In the lobby, the nyanager asked if he might see her privately 4 few rhoments. His grievance was Rosie. He apologeticzlly explained that her account Was getting out of hand. He had spoken to her repeatedly and she jad definitely given him the impression that she was Mr. Monteray’s guest. Quite ¢pviously the manager believed that Rosie had been “putting something over” on Don Monteray’s wife, ang also that he felt certain of getting the bill paid by appealing to Mrs. Monteray. Naturally she would allow no breath of scandal to touch her famous husband. Hi x 8 = ATS gxplained that Mr. Monteray Was in no way responsible for Miss Akers, but signified her

willingness to settle the account pro-

in the hotel. The manager agreed + opened her check book. int was rather staggering wrote the check. To be rid ‘was cheap at any price. you for bringing this to tion,” she said. “Men in piteray’s position are—what I 8 y—victimized ?” Going | up to the suite, Pats learned) from Sims that Don was . with his lawyer and that i not return for dinner. She pil the secretary for the day ims that no one was

Herendeen, who, lived along on his scraggly uphill | farm just out of town. Benny bit a child? That was unthinkable! ve, wouldn't believe it—any more than that Jake himself, woebegone, timorous old fellow, would hurt a baby. There even was talk of physical violence against H. Sylvester Leftcomb, wealthy owner of the huge estate on the other side of Bald Hill, who had brought the charge. He claimed that Benny had bitten his 8-year-old son, Junior. 2 ” ” , TT a danged shame!” growled Lon Keller to me, as we sat on one of the hard benches, listening to the trial. “Easy enough to see what happened. Benny was simply roamin’ through the woods, practicing—same’s any hunting dog will do in his spare time. That Junior brat—as usual—was probibly doin’ somethin’ he hadn’t ought to, and accused Benny to cover up. Trouble is, Benny ain't got no eyewitnesses —and he can’t talk!” ‘Which was too true. Lawyer Jim Fitzgerald, defending Benny, could merely advance theories and call various townsfolk to testify to the dog's normal docility. But Applebaum, slick city lawyer hired by Leftcomb, rattled the defense witesses under cross-examinations, a tore lawyer Fitzgerald's theor: ies to shreds. Then, Jim Fitzgerald offered the hypothesis that Junior had been trespassing and that Benny had merely meant to do his duty by driving him off the premises. ® # 8 ” HAT was a bad move. Leftcomb leaped up and bellowed that his car had stopped on the public highway while his chauffeur examined the motor, that Junior had wandered away to pick flowers by the roadside, and that “that vicious beast” had attacked the child without provocation.

“I'll bet the dog never touched |

the moon-faced little brat!” Lon growled to me. “Plain to see that mark on his leg that he says was made by Benny's teeth is only a briar scratch. Everybody knows what Leftcomb is drivin’ at.” ! “What's he driving at?” I asked, “I haven’t heard.” | “You haven't?” Lon whispered in surprise. “He's been after that spring in Jake's east pasture for weeks. Wants to buy it and pipe it to his golf course. But Jake don’t want to sell, cause it’s where his cows drink. This complaint against Benny is just a way of forcin’ Jake to sell, or of gettin’ the spring in lieu of damages. The skunk! Benny ain’t guilty no more'’n I am.” { 2 z 2 ; UT there was more than damages at stake. Under the state law, if Benny were convicted of viciousness, the dog must be killed. And Benny was lonely old Jake's sole companion. Moreover, he was the playmate of all the youngsters in town, besides being the best hunting dog for miles. Benny guilty? He just couldn't be! He was the friendliest dog in the world! But he knew that Judge Marble, regardless of what his personal feelings might be, would hold to the letter of the evidence as presented. And the evidence seemed to be decidedly against Benny. Benny hadn't any direct witnesses. ” ” ” T last, Judge Marble declared a recess, and we all wandered out to inspect the new community dock that poked out into Long Pond in front of the courthouse. ‘ To our surprise, Leftcomb and Junior followed us. You'd have thought Leftcomb would keep away. from us, with indignation running so high. But he didn’t. And suddenly, he made us angrier still by shouting at little old Jake, who had Benny on a chain: “Keep that vicious beast away

Junior was being pushed around. One kid after another gave him a shove. Junior, fat and not very agile, bounced this way and that and was beginning to cry when suddenly— ER

” 2 2 FF he went! Splash into the water!" A gurgling cry and down he sank! His father nearly went insane. “Save him!” he shouted frantically. “He can’t swim! Save my son—save him!” | Th Young Pete Lathrop started to dive after him but, quick as anything, Lon Keller jerked Pete back. Then, he snappéd 'Behny’s chain loose, grabbed the big dog in his arms and, with a mighty heave, flung him into the water. Benny hit the water swimming. He turnéd and, in ‘an’ instant, had Junior by the collar and was paddling toward the dock. We all had a hand in dragging them both out. We cheered Benny for all we were worth, and the big hound shook himself all over the kids, who were trying to hug him. Lon stepped over to Leftcomb. “See that?” he snapped. “He's vicious, eh? Bite your son, would he? When he’s just gone in and saved him from drowning!” ” ” ” EFTCOMB held up one hand. A look of pain was on his face. “Wait!” he pleaded. “Wait! You're right, gentlemen,” he said, addressing the crowd, “I—I'm wrong about the dog. My boy might have been drowned. The dog—saved him. He—" Leftcomb couldn't go on. He knelt and clutched the boy in his arms. Then suddenly he took out his wallet and pressed a bill into old Jake's hand. “It’s only a—a small token—of my appreciation,” he said. "*“And—my lawyer will ask the judge to dismiss the case against the dog.” With that, he hurried the dripping Junior away and bundled him into his car.

” ” ” LITTLE later, I happened to overhear a conversation between Lon Keller and young Buddy Clark, one of the small boys who had been on the dock. “You did a pretty good job, Buddy, givin’ Benny a chance to be a hero—didn’t you?” Lon asked. “Who—me?” Buddy returned artlessly. “Benny was a hero all right, but I didn’t have anything to. do with it, Mr. Keller.” “No-0-0?” Lon mused. “Sort of helped Junior to fall, didn’t you?” Suddenly, Buddy grinned. “Well, I give him a good sock when he was tipping,” "he admitted. “The big baby—he was too scared to remember it when he came out. But he had - it eomin’ to him—tryin’ to frame Benny!” “Um-m-m,” Lon nodded. “Le’s me and you, Buddy, go down to Bishop’s and get some ice cream.” THE END

(Copyright, 1937, United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

The characters in this story are fictitious.

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