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CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL WENTWORTH, heroine, attractive debuntante. ALAN JEFFRY, artist, BARRY WENTWORTH. Jill's stepbroth-

hero, rising young

er. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress.

Yesterday: Eager to see Alan again, but not knowing where to find him, Jill decides to visit her friend Patty, art patron. Through Patty she may find Alan!

CHAPTER FIVE

ATTY’'S blithe ‘voice, ‘which

somehow matched her blazing |

red hair, answered Jill's one morning over the telephone. “Hop over,” she said. “I want you to see my diggings. It’s not much to look at. I hung up some bright curtains at the windows. There's a cot, which is covered with a chintz cover and pillow when I receive male company. . Sometimes I forget the cover and then it’s just a bed. “You'll find me two streets south of Miss Lancaster’s tearoom,” Patty went on, “You remember the place. If you drew a straight line from Miss Lancaster's you'd bump into this old brick place with a stone stoop and grillwork. There are boxes with flowers can’t miss.” 5 2 n “ HAT street? What number?” But Patty had hung up abruptly, characteristically. Whenever she had said what she wanted

to say on any subject, there was | She wished fiercely she could go {out and send all of her rich friends |

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nothing more to be said. *Well,” said Jill to herself, “a straight line south, two blocks from Miss Lancaster’s.” These weren't such poor directions, after all. miliar with this part of the city | anyhow. | Miss Lancaster's tearoom appeared unchanged, as Jill's tan roadster tore past. Inside, she knew, the same busy clatter was going on. But there was a patiolike place at the rear with flagged flooring, a white trellis with artificial vines, and waitresses in about.

Jill drove two blocks south and | The mental line she was | drawing flopped ‘over the tops of | the |

turned.

buildings to settle down on stone stoop of an old red brick building of the 1890 type. was an iron grill bloomed feebly in green window boxes.

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UIDED by her mental line, Jill parked and got out. Windows dipping to the floor flanked the stoop. By craning her neck a little, Jill could see into the room on the right. There was a piano against the wall. A great many chairs in a circle. Stacks of music and several musical instruments on a round table in the foreground. Evidently a music teacher's sanctum. Patty might live in the room on the left. Or she might live upstairs. Bother! Why hadn’t Patty been practical for once in her impractical life, and given explicit directions? She stepped inside the dark hall. |

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The elderly woman was no longer engrossed. She was now peering at Jill through her glasses, with a look that said as plainly as words:

“Young woman, I do not trust you. |

I wouldn't trust any young woman who came to see a young man's pictures without a chaperon. The way you threw yourself right at | him before our eyes showed what | a bold, brazen young person you are. | T hate to leave a nice young man in | your clutches.” | JT looked as if she never

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thinks she can outsit me,” Jill | thought. She had forgotten all [about her visit to Patty. Tomorrow, | she would remember it, perhaps. | But tomorrow was another day, | which had nothing t6 do with shin- | ing moments within one’s grasp. But at last they were gone. “I don’t like her.” Jill voiced her feelings. | “Neither do I,” Alan agreed. | But they were not going to waste {their moments speculating about an | unpleasant woman with eyegiasses {and two daughters. This, Alan told her, was a oneman exhibit. He had inserted a small ad in one of the papers and it had brought him the trio. Maybe there would be others tomorrow. Jill could have wept, remembering another one-man exhibit against a background of gold velvet hangings and mellow paneling.

Only, of course, they would not come. Even the finest of pictures couldn't compete with the

| prestige of a wealthy sponsor. And she was fa- |

Anyway, she couldn't have stood it if some rich old woman tied him to a leash and showed him off.

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HERE was a great many pie- Siveness contrasted

tures, one of a little sidewalk | cafe. She had seen its counterpart | hundreds of times abroad . . . golden sunshine dripping down from | green awning and splashing on the walk. There was a picture of a | spread of heather, with

showing in the distance. silhouette of a grim old castle starkly outlined against jutting cliffs was another. Many water scenes, with

wave-caressed shores, as she studied

| them. These were not ordinary |

paintings!

“But she's up against it if she]

the | Mrs. Wentworth welcomed

thatched roof of an English cottage | The |

the throb and beat of the sea in|

| them. She could feel a nostalgia for | weatherworn |

BY MARY RAYMOND

Shadows were filling the room. |

| Time was marching on much too rapidly for Jill, who would hoard | her moments. Alan switched on the lights. “It's getting late,” he said.

| “I've been out iate once or twice | | in my life before,” Jill retorted. “It |

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| HIS place boasted a telephone. She could hear Alan communi[cating with the outside world. A | world composed of millions of per[ons less the two shut within the walls here. The only two that mat- | tered at all to Jill. | He had accepted her arrival as | naturally as though she had lived {across the hall. The miracle of the meeting was still stirring Jill with a sense of awe and wonder. It | was the difference between the mas{culine viewpoint which believes | everything desired will be forthcom[ing and a woman's feeling that only | through great luck or divine inter- | vention can she obtain the desire of her heart. | Scrambled eggs turned out to be | broiled filet mignon for Jill, and | slightly more substantial meat for | Alan. Salad, iced tea, and cake topped with whipped cream. There | had been a clean cloth and shining | silver. | She was glad the darkness hid | details about her car. Its expensharply with the shabby surroundings she was | leaving. | The glow was still on Jill when and gave an

| she reached home excuse for arriving home wined and | dined, so to speak. the “She probably some attractive at | Elise’s,” she decided. That was nice. When girls didn’t ( marry young, they started picking | themselves a career. It would be awful to have Jill become a career girl. It would mean | having her at her heels always.

signs of romance.

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| Daily Short Story

| WEAK POINT—By H. E. Howard

HEN Joel had joined the force | there had been several rea-

| sons which influenced his choice of |

| professions. In the first place Joel's father had been a cop—and a good |one. From the earliest time he | could recollect Joel had had the knowledge that Paddy Brvan expected his son to carry on the fam-

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| Andy, who topped his own generous {height by a good four inches and was proportionately heavy, Andy had the reputation of being the | bravest and toughest man in the department.

The door to the room on the left | ly tradition.

was n, an voices ame | : a Two Ps were Vo | The closest the subject had ever ing around the room, examining SOMe tO being mentioned ge Bini

> its | Joel got out of high school. i go to end on long | . DE ae a. ®| Paddy had said, “I don’t want to

intines did things to Jill. Left | tell you what kind of a job to get.| “Have you ever been afraid?” HE an memory. She | But you'll find that a uniform job | Joel tentatively probed. walked slowly toward the stairway | Of some kind is best. It's steady | “Who, me?” Big Andy scoffed that spiraled upward. | work and regular pay. When you | loudly at the idea. “There's nothing | grow old there'll be a pension to |in this whole town that could scare = _ | carry you through.” me! I've brought in some of the VOICE with a giggle in it| another thing that influenced | toughest muggs that ever walked came through the open door.| joe] was his size. He had regretted | he streets, sometimes alone. I've “Have you one of the Blue Dan- | that he couldn't go to college and | been in more shooting scrapes than

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ube?” you can count. I went through “I've never seen the Blue Danube.” A cool, deep, aloof voice. Jill spun about and went back to the door. Directly in front of her on an old marble mantel was a picture of an ancient gateway. And in the ancient doorway was a stoutish per-

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son—a very stoutish person. None other than Jill's own Miss Benedict, her big leather purse dangling from her arm. Standing near the mantel was a young man with broad shoulders and tumbled brown hair. His back was turned, but Jill knew there were gray eyes that grew dark and intent at times, and a not-so-ordi-nary nose. Yes, Jill knew it; this was Alan Jefiry. An elderly lady was looking at a picture through eyeglasses, se- | cured by a chain. She was oblivious of the fact that the two girls had | corralled the man who had painted | it. | “And are making him miserable,” Jill thought. At least she passion- | ately hoped they were. She hadn't | a doubt that the bespectacled lady | was the mother of the two girls. She made up a story about them; they were unmarried. They had dis- | covered the personable young paint- | er, and now were attempting to | win his attention by flattering his

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HE room was topsy-turvy. 1.ook | at the place, Jill commented to | herself! Things everywhere. Dust | over everything. I have my doubts | that he could keep a place neat and | orderly. ; “I'm afraid,” Jill thought, leaning | for a moment against the door, | “that some day, though, I'm going | to be devoting my life to that man. | If I step through this door, I'm fairly certain I will.” | And then Jill stepped through the | door. committing herself thereby to | all the young man’s careless ways. | Some might not have recognized | this as love. But Jill recognized it, and the surge and thrill of her | discovery sent the warm color to her | face and quickened her step as she | went to meet destiny. Alan Jeffry turned to meet the newcomer, relief in his eyes. Jill | recognized the look of one about to be rescued. Then something else showed. Recognition and an eager light that | sent a sweet little thrill chasing up |

and down her spine. » @ = | E reached out for Jill's hands. H And she rushed to meet his. | A double movement that brought | them very close to each other, while they smiled into each other's eyes. “You're not a very nice part of a dream I'm having?” Alan asked. | “I hope not,” Jill replied. “I}| feel very substantial. I think this is the Daytime Me. Does my nhoc$urnal self visit you often?” The trio, neglected, wandered | around the room, giving funny, lit-| tle excited squeaks: “Oh, Beatrice, Sook at this.” “Lillian, doesn't this er 5

HE routine of patrolling a beat | was simple. Joel found that | running petty offenders in or handling Saturday night drunks was

| that was all. . .. Joel had been on the new job | for almost a year before anything | of importance came up in the work. | True, there had been plenty of activity. Joel found that working with | a fearless man like Andy had it's points. He gave you confidence and besides, he took over most of the | tough work himself. When the Chief called both of them into his office and closed the door Joel instinctively felt that something out of the ordinary was in the air. “We're in a spot, boys” the Chief | opened. “A pew mob of specialists | has moved into town, from all that | I can get out of the stoolies. They're | working the lofts and the warehouses on the viver front mostly. | Can you bring them in?” ” " 4 | “QURE thing!” Big Andy judged confidentially. “Just leave it | to us!” | Nearly two weeks passed without | anything new stirring. It seemed | as though the mob of warehouse | thieves had got knowledge that | every night Andy and Joel were | in watchful hiding on the wharves | where they could see the entrance | of the warehouse which had re- | ceived a valuavle shipment by | barge. And then it happened. There was just a momentary flicker of a tiny light at the entrance to a place they were watching, but it was enough. | Big Andy moved quickly, but not

easy for a man with his build. Right |

down deep in his heart Joel was glad. He carried about with him always a deadly fear that some day he would find himself in a gun fight — and the thought almost

physically sickened him. That was his weak point, that fear of stop- |

ping hot lead.

It was a proud day in the Bryan |

household when Joel was taken out

of harness and put in the detective |

division. “New you can show ius

what a real man can do,” Paddy |

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What would you do if— You are a man gitting at a restaurant table and a woman whom you do not know stops to talk to another person at the table— A. Rise when she comes up and then sit down? B. Stand as long as she is standing? C. Since you do not know her, remain seated?

Answers . Yes. . Not more than four. . Yes. This is the first rule of successful party giving. . Yes. . No!

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he was still here! But still the fear persisted in the back of Joel's mind.

| He'd have to learn to be a man,

already inside. Andy followed softly into the impenetrable gloom of the old building, drawing Joel after. Joel, his hand on Andy's shoulder for guidance, felt him stiffen and quiver at a sound. But it was only a rat scuttling from under their feet. The same thing occurred again and again. Each time Andy stiffened the same way. But finally

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there was an unmistakable sound. One of the thieves had knocked over a box. = ” 2 T the sight of the instant bright orange flash from Andy's pistol and the crashing report, Joel almost fainted. From the darkness ahead came answering flashes, and Joel gritted his teeth as they waited until another came. He could feel the bullets rip into cases behind

his arm before it became numb. He felt the fleshy upper part of his left arm gingerly. It was wet and he felt the torn cloth. So this was being shot! He felt like laughing. Why, it wasn't so terrible! Un- | afraid now he worked with Andy, | trying to pin the thieves into a coriner where they would either have to surrender or get shot to ribbons. It was the toughest job Joel had ever hag, but he exulted at the thought that he had licked his weakness.

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HE story ran in the papers the next day—how two of the department’s bravest men had cornered and captured six gangsters and killed two others. There was talk of rewards and special heroism medals and promotions. Joel was proud. “I'll admit I was scared at first,” Joel told Big Andy, who had come to visit him at the hospital. “I always was afraid of being shot—up until last night.” Big Andy shifted uncomfortably on his feet and grinned down at Joel. “I was scared, too. 1 guess I was more scared last night in that warehouse than I've ever been in my life. I almost turned around and lammed out of that place and I might have if you hadn't been behind me!” Joel laughed. “I thought you said there wasn't anyone that could scare you, Andy. Remember?” Andy grinned sheepishly. “It wasn't people or bullets, kid,” | he confessed. “I just have been deathly afraid of rats since I was a kid. They get me somehow.”

THE END.

The characters in tkis story are fictitious.

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor ORKERS in foundries where brass is made and zinc is smelted sometimes develop symptoms of diseases which are known to them by common trade names as brass ague, smelter shakes, and brass chills, and which are also known as metal fume fever. The metals most commonly concerned are lead, zinc, galvanized iron, and similar substances. In a typical case resulting from contact with brass or zinc, the worker begins to feel ill after he has been exposed to the fumes for a few hours. Quite frequently the attack first comes on him when he has reached home after working all day. He feels a chill coming on, his throat gets dry, he coughs and has a feeling of oppression. If the man will take a warm bath immediately on reaching home, he may avoid

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