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MARY RAYMOND Copyright, 1937, NEA Service, Inc.

CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL WENTWORTH, heroine,

tive debutante. ALAN JEFFRY, hero, artist. BARRY WENTWORTH, Jill's brother. JACK WENTWORTH, Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress.

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rising young

Yesterday: meets Alan Jeffry. Then he was to drop out of her life and she wanted to know so much more about him!

CHAPTER TWO ILL spoke quickly: “I'm Wentworth. The John H. Wentworths. We're the only ones in the book. You'll call me some won't you? I want to see the picture you made of Miss Benedict.” “Thanks,” said the young man, “I'm Alan Jefiry.” The taxi rolled to a stop at the curb. “Be careful of that large case, driver.” Probably some of his old pictures, Jill thought. That was all he cared about. “Goodby.” She spoke faintly. All the confidence was gone. A lump

was in her throat. She liked him tremendously. She had liked him tremendously in Europe.

| Jill arrives from Europe,

Jill

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(could see that merely coupling Syl- | via Sutton's name with that of her | son was intoxicating to her stepmother. | “I saw her picture in a London | paper once,” Jill said slowly. “She [is beautiful, isn't she?” | “Yes” | ” ” ou RS. WENTWORTH was staring at Jill. She noted the slim charm of her stepdaughter, the dark blue eyes curtained by sooty [lashes. Jill's wavy bob was rich [brown. Her nose was slender and ‘her mouth, curving into a smile, | revealed lovely white teeth. There [as a hint of firmness chin, which had a small cleft that often passed as a dimple. | Peopie would be calling Jill & {beauty now. Which would have its | compensations. Beautiful girls got [husbands without much effort. She |was sure Jill wouldn't go out of [her way to get one. Like all other {gifts of the gods, a husband would | probably have to be dumped right {down into Will's lap. | “It's about time you settled down in New York for a while,” Mrs. {Wentworth said slowly. “Most of your {friends are marrying or are engaged. What are your plans for the winter?” ou ou ”

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the house party with Milo,” Mrs. Wentworth said suddenly.

Ji leaped to her feet. Her face flushed scarlet, and then turned

very white. “Then I won't go! You know I detest him.” “You forget, Jill, that Mr. Montanne has been a wonderful friend to your father.” Mrs. Wentworth's voice was soft, but somehow it

sounded hard and cold, despite its softness. | Never, Jill thought miserably, (have I been allowed to forget the | Big Three. The trio of bankers {had loomed in the background of the Wentworth existence as long as she could remember. Jill had always realized vaguely that in some way the three bankers were definitely connected with the financial well-being of her family. Ever since the beginning of the depression—which everybody spoke of now in the past tense—the Mon-tanne-Whitman-Beresford triumvirate had been “conferring” with her stepfather.

' OU can be very rude and obstinate, Jill,” Mrs. Went-

worth's eyes gleamed coldly. “I'm | afraid it's too late for you to refuse, | however.

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I called Milo and told | him there was a chance you'd ar-

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Now, she had pocketed her pride, | GRAND campaign of taking as mother would say in the Gay | over the natives,” Jill an-

rive in time for the party.

Ninety way, and what good had | swered. The last thing I want to |

take you.” “Then, I suppose there is nothing I can do about it,” Jill said, furiously. “You were afraid I would refuse. And so you called him first.”

And he said he would be delighted to

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he wouldn't call her. Jill was sure of it. 8 o n HE driver had dumped the young man’s bags on the curo, hiding his astonishment. ‘Goodby,” said Alan Jeffry, quickly, handing a bill to the driver. He lifted his hat, placed it firmly on his head, picked up his luggage and headed toward a subway. Jill had a wild desire to call out: “Where are you going?” But of course no well-bred girl would do that. She settled decorously back in the seat and nonchalantly touched up her lips. Just in case that driver suspected her deep disappointment, Maybe he is a very good painter, Jill thought, trying to extract some comfort. Maybe his pictures will be exhibited. to read the art sections in all the newspapers from now on.

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HE lonesome feeling persisted. Jill cowldn’t shake it. Not even when the taxi was rolling up the driveway of her home. “I'm at home!” Jill thought, trying to muster enthusiasm.

A moment later, she was stand- |

ing irresolutely in front of the massive door. She waited another moment before pressing the bell. Well, what had she expected? A brass band, as Alan Jeffry had suggested? The Jill!” “How are you, Howell?” Jill spoke pleasantly to the amazed butler. Some of her sober mood dropped from her. “Nobody knew I was coming,” Jill added. “Is mother at home?” “ves, Miss Jill, and mighty busy—" Howell checked himself, with a swift upward glance. Jill mounted the stairs, smiling a little. When had she ever known her stepmother when she wasn’t busy at something. Making a tremendous stir about the simplest thing. She had reached Mrs. Wentworth's room, and now knocked. “If she were my own mother,” Jill thought, “doors wouldn't stop me.” ” I’ was her stepmother’s nails this time. Admitted by Norah, Mrs. Wentworth’s maid, Jill found her stepmother lving back in a deep, cushjoned chair. One plump,

“Miss

door swung open.

curist. “Jill! Heavens, claimed. “From Europe. ing some time Didn't you know?”

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older woman, “It's a wonder that I uid. are a very unsatisfactory

sail?”

“It doesn’t matter now. I'm here,” |

Jill said.

“It matters a great deal,” Mrs. | Wentworth spoke stiffly. “You know |

what your father will say when he finds out no one met you. Of course,

wright. Norah, wright's case down. Tell Davis to drive her back to town, and to stop on the way for the cakes.”

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ILL had rigen from her chair. |

“Oh, don’t go, Jill!”

There was something queer about | her stepmother’s manner, Jill de- |

cided. The bright excitement in her

face and voice presaged something. |

“Barry is giving a house party at the lodge,” Mrs. when they were alone. “Grand,” Jill said. But her tone was not enthusiastic. House parties at the lake were generally terribly tame affairs. “It’s for Sylvia Sutton!” Mrs. Wentworth exclaimed. Triumph was in her voice. “Oh!” Even in Europe Jill had heard the name of the oil heiress—the fabulously rich oil heiress — who had come to New York last year and been presented at ore of the biggest and most extravagant parties in metropolitan history. It was difficult to believe that a rich and lovely girl could be interested in Barry. It wasn’t only that Barry was weak and dissipated. He was arrogant and selfish, beside. “Sylvia's been giving him all her time since she came here.” Pride was in Mrs. Wentworth's voice. Jill

white ! hand was extended for the deft | ministration of a red-haired mani- |

where did you | come from?” Mrs. Wentworth ex- |

I've been spendrecently. | Jill's tone was | light, as she stooped and Kissed the

You | corre- | spondent, Jill. Why didn’t you cable | that you had definitely decided to |

Wentworth said,

“Scotch though dad says I am, I still have some verra verra smart clothes,” Jill continued. “I quite dazzled a young man who was on the same boat coming over. He {was plainly disappointed because & | brass band didn't meet me.” | “Did you see very much of him?” | Mrs. Wentworth's voice rose eagerly. | “I bumped into him practically everywhere.” Jill was smiling. Never, never would she tell her stepmother that the young man had come over tourist. Her interest would register | absolutely nothing if she knew that.

“Don’t be rude, Jill.” Mrs, Wentworth dropped her gaze before the honest blaze in Jill's eyes, and critically studied her nails. After a moment, she heard the door close behind Jill. Her lips closed in a hard, thin line, This was the way to handle that spoiled, determined girl. Barry and Sylvia! Jill married to rich Milo Montanne and out of her way. Things would work out if she played her cards carefully.

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(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

| THREE MINUTES—By Frank BENNETT

Certainly, she was going |

| § CLIMBED the steps to old man Wilmoth's little real estate office | the afternoon before Billy Hopper’s | trial. I half expected him to be out with his dogs, but there he was, | his shoes and socks off, his bare | feet resting on the desk top, his | watery eyes looking wistfully

{ through the window at the green | hills. | “Set down,” he greeted. | worryin’ about Billy?” | I nodded. “Yes, I am.” | “Nothin’ to worry about,” said. “Billy didn’t kill Jeff.” “I know, but I'm worried any- | way,” I said. “Omstead is the pros- | ecuting attorney. He's smart, Om- | stead is, and he's got a reputation | for twisting a witness’ testimony [until black looks like white. Tell | me again just what you're going to

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| his story convincingly:

tell the jury.” “It's just like I tol’ you, Jerry,” he said. “I was settin’ there on the Turnip Creek bank, listenin’ to the dogs treein’ a squirrel, when Billy | come along. He tol’ me he was goin’ up to get on Jeff Bower about | | fixin’ the line fence. Billy hadn't | left me more’n three minutes when | T heard a shot. Course, Jefl's place ain't so very far from the creek, but it’s up hill all the way, an’ | a feller’d have to run like the devil to make it in five minutes.”

” » ” GOT up. “It sounds all right,” I said, “but Omstead’s smart. He'll find a flaw in your testimony, or I miss my guess. And you are Billy His life de-

| Hopper's only witness.

Mind Your Manners

EST your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. How can you courteously ask a person whose name you have forgotten to tell it to you? 2. Is it thoughtful to say “Don't you remember me?” to someone whom you have met but who obviously does not recall the introduction? 3. If the person to whom you are talking mispronounces a word is it good manners to nronounce it correctly in the next few minutes of your conversation? 4. When you are walking with a friend who stops for a moment to speak with someone vou do not know, should you walk slowly on or wait for an introduction? 5. If you are not sure how to dress for a party, is it all right to ask your hostess?

What would you do if— You are a girl and you have broken your engagement— (A) Return your engagement ring and anything else of value given you by your fiance? Wait for your fiance to ask for whatever things he wants returned? Consider his gifts, including the engagement ring, your possessions and keep them if you wish?

Answers

1. “I'm sorry but for the moment I can't think of your name.” 2. No. 3. No. Avoid using the word. 4. Walk on. 5. Yes. -

Best “What Would You Do” solution—(A).

pends on your making your story stick.” “I reckon I can make it stick,” he growled. Then he suddenly brightened. “Say, you don’t want to go out and help me run the dogs this afternoon, do you?” I said, “No, I don’t,” and left him sitting there, the sun streaming over his fat shoulders, the square window framing his wide shadow on the bare pine fioor, = LJ ” HE courtroom was packed. The morning had been spent in picking a jury. It was late afternoon by the time Omstead, tall, bald, confident, had finished with Billy Hopper. Billy, young, cleareyed, a little frightened, dad told How he had stopped to talk to old man Wilmoth, how he had climbed less than halfway up the trail to Jeff Bower's place when he had heard a shot.

| Then when he had reached the top {of the hill he had found Jeff dead [by the barbed wire fence, his dis- | charged

shotgun tangled in the wires. He had known that it was an accident, but he had been excited and had pulled the gun out of the fence. Just then Jeff's wife had come around the corner of the barn and had seen him with the gun, That was about all of his story, except Jeff's wife had run down the trail, screaming, “Billy killed Jefr!” on ” MSTEAD didn’t pretend to doubt Billy's story. He just brought out the fact that there had been bad blood between the Hoppers and the Bowers for three generations. Some way or other, after this, Billy's story didn't seem so convincing, I could see that the jury was on Omstead’s side. They knew all about the Hopper-Bower feud and they knew that both Bill and Jeff were hot-headed. When old man Wilmoth was called to the stand I was plenty uneasy. A lot depended on him. H»2 shuffled up to the witness chair, sat down heavily, and let his wa=tery old eyes sweep over the room. After he had been sworn in I said, “Tell the jury just where you were and whats happened the afternoon of July 14.” I knew that every man in that jury was a friend of old man Wilmoth and that his testimony was sure to carry weight—if Omstead didn't spoil it some way. The old man told his story exactly as he had told it to me and stressed the fact that about three minutes after Billy had left him, he heard the shot. Every man on that jury knew that road up to Jeff's place and after Wilmoth had finished, they leaned back in their chairs and seemed to say to themselves, “Billy couldn't have shot Jeff.” Then it was Omstead’s turn. He was smiling, cool, confident. “Mr. Wilmoth,” he said smoothly, “you said that Mr. Hopper had left you three minutes before you heard the shot?”

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' ES, sin. Couldn't have been longer'n that,” Wilmoth said. “Of course, you timed it. You had a watch with you?” Old Wilmoth suddenly looked a little confused, and I felt my spirits sink to zero. “I didn’t have no watch,” he said, “but I'd say it wasn’t more’'n three minutes.” Omstead’s smile disappeared. “Mr, Wilmoth,” he shouted, “do you mean to say that you can tell the passing of time to the exact minute without a timepiece?” The old man swallowed hard. ‘Yes, sir,” he said doggedly. Omstead was smiling again when he turned to the judge. “Your honor, I suggest that we make a test of Mr. Wilmoth'’s ability to judge

‘| the passing of time.”

I knew then, that Omstead had old Wilmoth in a crack. I objected

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my case going to pieces as sure as I could see Omstead’s bald head,

” ” » v OW,” Omstead was saying, “tell us, Mr. Wilmoth, when you think the three minutes are

up.” That courtroom got as quiet as a graveyard at midnight. Old man Wilmoth sat there, the late afternoon sun streaming over his shoulders, the square window framing his shadow on the pine floor. He didn’t smile, he didn’t move, he just sat there, his watery old eyes fixed on the floor, his breath coming a little fast. Then, after it seemed like an hour had passed, he looked up. “I reckon,” he said, his voice a little tight, “the time's up.” Omstead’s face got red. The jury eased back in their chairs and heaved sighs of relief. The crowd went wild, and the judge had to make threats to get them quiet again. Old man Wilmoth had missed the three minutes by only 15 seconds. That ended the trial and Billy Hopper was acquitted.

ATE the next afternoon I went up to old Wilmoth’s office and he said, “Jerry, I reckon I didn't’ exactly play fair with Omstead yesterday, but I've known Billy ever since he was a kid an’ I know he wouldn't kill no one.” He grinned a little. “My office and the courtroom has the same kind of a pine floor. For 30 years I've watched the shadows creep across this floor. After about 4 o'clock the shadows begin to stretch out fast an’ I ¢'n tell time by ’em. It works like a sundial —S0 many boards so many minutes. Yesterday, by watchin’ the shadow of the window sill I knew when the three minutes was about up. It was easy.” He glanced at the floor. “Humm-—after five-time to lock up. How about you an’ me goin’ to the country club and runnin’ the dogs a while tonight?” THE END.

The characters in this story are fictitious, (Copbvright. 1937. United Feature Syndicate)

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to the test, but it did no good. With a feeling of hopelessness, I watched Omstead and some of the jurors

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SO THEY SAY

We hope that peace may yet be secured for all civilization, but if other nations must go to war, then we say they shall be left to fight their own battles.—Harry W. Colmery, former American Legion national commander.

Press agents surround one with s0 many assertions of happiness that it is wonderful to have at least one person, my husband, ask

if T really am, and then do somee thing to keep me that way.—Irene Dunne, movie actress.

Those who would seek to break our backbone now must know it is many times stronger than before. Adolf Hitler,

We must renounce war and the methods of war, because war in its nature has no regard for the sacred= ness of human personality —William E. Wilson of Lancashire, England.