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CHAPTER ONE. HURSDAY: Its all settled! Roger and I are going to be married in the Little Church Around the Corner a week from Friday. My ‘rising young designer of things modernistic” (to quote from an article about my fiance and his work) says there's no sense in putting that off till we have made a million. It's happiness we're after and that’s what we'll have when we get together, I agree with my darling. Life has been wonderful since we met. I still smile when I think of that. It was the rush hour at Long's exe clusive tearoom when he dashed in, demanding instant service. As chief hostess I scanned the room found a small table with one vacant seat. He smiled . . thanked me . . became a regular patron . . . and at Christmas we were engaged. Now I must think of my trousseau, where we're going to live and a host of other details. There's Just one thing—but there, why think of that? Roger couldn't have been in earnest about it. Midnight? I mustn't write another word. Tomorrow will be here too soon Friday: A busy day. Two cone ventions in the city which is over-

Still 1 can see why my “rising young designer” cannot afford to leave the enchanted city yet with its opportunities to contact big businessmen and land fat contracts. Well, we can have week-ends in the country and at the shore. Glad Roger loves swimming and golf. Guess his interest in outdoor sports is what keeps him “fit.” He does look well, even if his fine skin is inclined to burn red instead of tanning. Well, there's “aye a some-

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thing” as my old nurse used to say. Friday: There's always a letdown toward the week-end, but today was an exception . . . we were frightfully busy. More conventions . . more and more visitors to increase the quota we serve. Gail, who carries on till I come on the floor, in formed me a young man wanted to see me. She's such a crazy kid she didn’t even have the sense to ask his name . . .I wonder who he was?

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AMIE knew she should have counted 10—but she ignored her customary safety valve and fired her verbal barrage at the tall, blond police officer. “You--you big sissy!” she blazed, tossing her fiery, red head angrily. “You-you verse-sling-ing, jingle-mad date-breaker—.” “Aw, Mamie—quit laying it on so thick.” The officer's face was painfully red. He traced a pattern on

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contracts for my dearest I did want to see him tonight I'm afraid we don't see eve to eye about Peter Saturday: Had dinner with Roger. He's tremendously encouraged y got a call to go to Washington tonight about decorating the directors’ rooms in some new office building. That will mean a handsome check! Hadn't any time to discuss our wedding plans, as he had to catch the 9 o'clock train. Roger wanted to escort me home, I said I would rather go to Grand Central and see him off. I love stations with all the people coming and going. They alwavs make me long to be up and away too! Hated to say goodby to my love, Hated to go home. Stuck around for a bit. Then, remembering Peter, dashed into the subway

ONDAY': Lovely Parma violets | from Roger and two tele- | grams. He may be home tomorrow. | I've missed him dreadfully. Even | if I don’t see him every day when | he is in the city, there are always | his phone calls, Told Peter what Roger and I are | going to do. He wrinkled his] frecked nose and shrugged his shoulders just like Mimi. Then, flinging his sturdy self against me, he hugged me with all the enthu- | siasm of a T-year-old said | Roger was a grand guy (I wish he | wouldn't use such words . I| wonder where he learns them) and | that it would be all right with him. | I'm glad he took it like that. But | then Roger has always hit it off | with my small stepbrother—Dad’s and Mimi's legacy to me when the poor dears passed out after their tragic accident. Oh, dear, how sleepy I am! Guess I'll write “finis” for tonight. Tuesday: Roger won't be home till tomorrow. Maybe we'll have a celebration. I'm glad 1 got Peter's stockings all mended. Sally's a good little maid, but evidently darning’s | beyond her. , n |

RITING of Peter reminds me of what Roger said about him. The idea of packing him off to boarding school when we get married is ridiculous! Surely he didn't | mean that. I was afraid he did . . .| afraid, too, 1 showed my resent- | ment . . . we almost had words about it. That would have becn dreadful when we've never had a | ing. Roger's a darling, but quick | as Mercury. His dark hair has a | glint of red in it, and people do say things about redheads and tem- | pers. Wednesday: Roger phoned me ‘about 5. Back from Washington . . . jubilant over a new contract . . . also met some important men. So long as it's men, that's all right with me. Called for me and we went dancing. Having a midnight snack, I picked up & newspaper, and read this paragraph from that notorious gossip column—The Crow's Nest: “Rumor says that our old friend R — 's angel daughter is aflame about the clever young designer who did such interesting things to his ‘club’ that it's now smart society’s favorite rendezvous.” Handed it to Roger. His scowl showed me he resented the coupling of that girl's name with his. Then he laughed about it. «I'll never have to worry about Roger and other women. He never sees them. How lucky I am! Peter was hot mentioned, though Wwe talked about looking for an apart-

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Thursday: Spent the day in the country with Roger. How heavenly it was with all the flowers , . . and the birds singing so sweetly! Peter went picnicking with oue of his schoolboy friends ans his family. Said to Roger when we passed a lovely little house, “That's the sort of home I'd like.” He agreed it was perfect; but said we'd have to live in the city for a bit. Not such a bright prospect with summer days ahead.

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“I'm darn sorry I didn't keep the date on time,” he went on quietly. “I called for you later, but your |

Spud Madden.” Mamie turned her back on him and began to polish the coffee urn with vigorous, savage little thumps. The idea of him standing her up— when she could go out with any guy in the neighborhood. He was a grand egg—and she had always had a weakness for big, strong, goodlooking cops. Gee—they sure looked grand in their well-fitting uniforms, with the nice, shining brass buttons, But she'd have to teach him a lesson. This was the third time he had broken a date just to work N

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some nutty jingle. Why, all the truck | drivers were ribbing her about Joe. “The Jingle Cop” was what the boys were calling him lately.

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“y ISTEN, Mamie,’ Joe's voice broke in on her thoughts. “I had to get that jingle out last night —it was the dead line. I didn't know it was so late—and—well— there's a first prize of a hundred bucks.” “You should care if I wait around two whole hours!” Mamie flung over her shoulder. She whirled about and faced him, then asked abrutly: “Did you step out with Dot Harkens last night?” “Not a chance,” he grinned. “Beat it back to my room and tackled another jingle.” Ignoring Mamie's withering glance, he fumbled in his pants pocket and brought out a typed slip of paper. “Listen to this—" “You listen to shouted in exasperation. “You can | take yourself and your crazy jingles right out of this diner—I'm about fed up.” The slip of paper fluttered to the | fioor. “Gosh—-Mamie! You're not saying we're all washed up,” the officer asked incredulously. Mamie bit her trembling lip, then said coldly: “That's just about the size of it—Officer Joseph Ryan! Now--get goin’; I want to clean up and go home.” » n HE officer rose to his feet. “Bet. ter let me take you home, Mamie,” he said in a low tone. “It's | kinda deserted hereabouts at this [ hour—<besides, those guys thal mis- | took you for ‘Red Lizzie, the Chicago dame who's wanted as a Wwitness in that tough gang killing, might come back. You do resemble that red-haired dancer.” “Thanks a lot,” Mamie's voice held a sarcastic note. “But I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Joe shrugged his broad shoulders and stalked to the door. As a parting shot he flung at her resentfully: “So long, Mamie, Guess I'll be seeing a lot of Dot Harkens from now on. She's a jingle fan, too!” Mamie threw a doughnut at the disappearing form. The pent-up tears began to roll down her freckled cheeks. She rushed out from behind the counter and picked up Joe's jingle. She blinked back her tears and read the little verse. | A tender smile lit up her countenance as she tucked the paper into her bosom. She locked the door, then proceeded to attend to lastminute chores. Poor Joe, she thought remorsefully. She hadn't meant to treat him so badly, but that jingle business was getting on her nerves. It was no kind of hobby for a fearless young policeman. Made him appear sort of wishywashy. Course, he made quite a bit

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S$ OVENLY a pounding on the door of the diner sent her rushing across the floor. “It's Joe!” she told herself happily. He had come back to beg her to reconsider. Well, she'd be kind of snooty for a few minutes=then she'd kiss and make

She grunted as she observed a | dark-haired young woman peering | through the glass. She unlocked | the door, and shook her head im- | patiently, “Sorry-lady. The place | I'm getting ready to] leave—" | “Please-—if 1 could just have a glass of water,” the girl muttered. “Just got took with a weak spell— it’s my heart, , .” “Why, sure,” Mamie said quickly. “I'll make you a cup of tea in a jiffy.” The next moment Mamie was facing a blue-steel gun—<held in the hands of a short, swarthy-faced man, “One peep outta ya, baby and it's the morgue for ya!” he spat out of the corner of his lips. Mamie's heart stood still as the girl eyed her venomously. “Sure, Nick,” she gritted harshly. “That's I'd know that dame in China: did a streteh with her once.” The little man glared at her. | “Thought you'd lay low until the dicks catch up with ya—and make vou squawk about Peronis killin’ Get goin’, Red--we're goin’ by-by.”

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