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FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia

By Williams

AND MINE! WE CAN DIVIDE THE VEGETABLES EQUALLY, BUT WE'LL KNOW OUR OWN JAMS AND FRUIT,

BY MARY RAYMOND

TM GLAD YOU DID THERE'S A LOT OF MINE HERE, TOO

JILL

filled with dreams. With tender | Ardath spoke, slowly, “and that you | phrases, tenderer pictures. With | had sold a picture.” one mind he drove a shrewd | “I'm afraid I sounded boastful. financial bargain about the lease. Spreading the news. But it was With the other, he was writing | hard to keep. It's pretty great, isn't |

CAST OF CHARACTERS | JILL WENTWORTH, heroine, attractive debutante. ALAN JEFFRY, artist,

hero, rising young

BARRY WENTWORTH. brother. JACK WENTWORTH. Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress. Yesterday: Alan declares his love for Jill. The event is in the hands of Fate now,

Jill's step-

CHAPTER EIGHT

ATTY had dropped by Alan's studio for a cheering word and also with a practical suggestion.

ever lustrating? | " ; Had he never done illustrating |'the ‘wntique silver

There was a chance her publisher | might be interested in having him submit some sketches Alan thanked her. But color was his forte. He would feel as helpless | as an armless man trying to express himself through any medium but paint ‘T've had since I saw man—I haven't been able cover who he was—bought one of my pictures through a dealer. He paid the unbelievable sum of $3000 for it.” What a break!” Patty cried. She was genuinely pleased and bewildered. Here, she had been giving the old town a black name for coldness and callousness. And straightaway it had taken this newcomer to Its heart.

fortune said, “A to dis-

some good you,” Alan

” ”

HE bewilderment lasted way round the corner apartment, where she found Ardath Holm stretched out on one of the cots, the flowered cover in a wrinkled heap on the floor. Patty lifted the cover, folded it carefully and placed it on a chair. Oh, well, vou couldn't have a neat room and half of the rent paid. ‘Come to life,” she said to Ar-| dath. “Wonders do happen. That painter fellow has just sold a picture for $3000. What do you think of that for a nice piece of luck?” Ardath sat up and stared at Patty out of her strange eyes, which now had an excited glow in them. “Tell me about it,” she said in her | low, throaty voice. “Not much to tell,” Patty replied. | “I don’t think he knows so very | much about it either. He said someone—he didn’t know the man's name —had bought a picture through a |

dealer.” “He must have some big friends,” | Ardath drawled. She reached for a | cigaret and began to smoke, lazily | regarding the circling smoke through half-closed eyes.

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ATTY was digesting the remark. | She rejected it scornfully. “He doesn’t know anybody. The seediest crew of people you could imagine have been coming in to see his pic- | tures. Except for a lot of browsing down and outs, he knows only you and me—and Jill She stopped. There was a queer | smile in Ardath’s eves. | “Her voice sounds rich,” Ardath| drawled | Patty stared. This Ardath wasn't | so dumb after «ll. Jill's voice did] sound rich. Well-bred, beautifully | modulated. The voice of a thor-| oughbred, who had had thoroughbred training. What did you know about that? “Well, it should,” Her father’s John the millionaire “Then, she's Jacqueline worth,” Ardath gasped Of course. Her friends call her Jill I thought her

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Patty replied. H. Wentworth,

Went-

face seemed familiar,” Ardath stammered. “I've modeled dresses for her mother, and once she came in I didn't think she was much interested In clothes. 1 couldn't place her the other day—it didn’t occur to me—"

o EETING her 4 wouldn't,” Patty supplied aryly ‘We were friends at school and Jill doesn’t forget her friends.” ‘If vou think Jill had anything | to do with this, you're mistaken,” Patty continued, crossly. “Jill was| wild for him to sell something. But | even a rich man's daughter doesn’t go around throwing money away on pictures.” “Maybe she wouudn't be throwing it away—on a picture.” Ardath's voice sounded wise Thinking it over, Patty came to] the conclusion that Jill must have | interested some of her wealthy | friends in Alan's picture—if she had not been, as Ardath had hinted, | the actual purchaser. It wasn't] likely that a purchaser had dropped | out of the skies and left such tangible evidence of his visit. But she would not tell Ardath| Holm this. She wished fiercely that | she had not said a word about it.| Though. she couldn't see how Jill could be hurt by Ardath's sly insinuations That French Swede,” Patty said to herself, “has nothing but men on her mind!”

un ”

here, it

HE last of Alan's pictures had been boxed. He had paid cash for a three months’ lease of his new. furnished quarters. A location which was very different from the rooms he was leaving The new place was not luxurious. But it had dignity and good taste Even the most fastidious of visitors would not be able to find fault with its atmosphere The paneling was dark. The floors were polished. There were a few good chairs. The rugs were worn, but they were also good ones. | The hangings were in a rich, | vintage shade, and there were some | recessed mirrors in the wall, which would reflect some of the paintings and give the appearance of added | space. It had required several days | to locate a place which would have | desirable elements without a pro- | hibitive price. | It had been hard not to call Jill | during those few days. But Alan | had been sentimental about it, as he began putting his shabby cur-| roundings behind him for a more successful scene. |

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HE setting must be appropriate. He had fallen in love, and through strange good fortune, he was in a position to tell Jill how he felt. From prudent English ancestors he had inherited the belief that a man should be able to stand on his two financial legs before he | discussed marriage. And if mar- | riage were not practical, then it | was only decent and honorable to keep silent. | During the next few days, Alan | was a man with two minds. One functioned calmly, rationally for practical purposes. The other was |

the prolog of his great adventure. He was In love. dously in love. And amazing as | it was, this lovely girl was his. There was no mistaking the fact that all of Jill's heart had been

| given to him in that Kiss.

Tomorrow he Jill to his new place. her how they made tea in English homes. And Jill would sit a small table and pour tea from

teapot he had

would bring

brought from home. n 5 n HERE was a ring at the door. Alan opened the door of dismantled living room and faced Ardath. “Hello,” Ardath said. “How are you?” Alan spoke more formally. Ardath held out a long, slim hand. “Perhaps you don't remember me. I'm Ardath Holm.” “I remember you quite well,” Alan said. Which was true. something dangerously arresting about this girl. You might not admire her type. But vou would never overlook her in a crowd. “I'm afraid I must appear inhospitable. I can’t ask you in, Miss Holm. I'm moving. In fact, I have moved. “Men,” said Ardath, “don’t make such a rite of moving, do they? Women always prolong bother, As they do everything.” “Women have more time on their hands.” He smiled. He had not expected a remark of that from this girl. He had deided the

|other day that she was a mental | blank if he had ever seen one. “I heard you were going away,’ !

Tremen- |

He would show |

Across |

the |

There was |

I'm waiting now for a cab.” |

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| less, eager to be on his way, wonmore there was to be

| dered what | said. [ “Jacqueline Wentworth must be [ pleased,” Ardath said. “Who-oh Jill.” “Her real name is Jacqueline. All her millionaire friends call her Jill, {1 believe.” | Color surged to Alan's face, but he said nothing, After a moment Ardath continued.

“Patty said she was wild for you to It’s

| sell a picture. And you did. | wonderful what rich people can accomplish, isn't it? But, naturally, the daughter of John Wentworth [could do pretty much what she started out to do. You were lucky to pick a friend like this Wentworth girl. I guess you know that.” “Yes.” Alan's voice was cool and controlled. Rage and anguish with-

in. But this girl—this insufferable

girl, who had toppled his world, I'should not know. “Well, goodby—and congratulations,” said Ardath. | “Goodby.” Alan stood in the doorway of his forlorn, barren place. He watched [the taxi coming toward him. He | motioned the driver and went inside. He picked up the telephone book [that hung dejectedly by the phone and opened it with shaking fingers. Yes, there was the name, and the address. And the number Jill had (given him.

i (Te Be Continued)

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HE restaurant was already be-

ginning to fill with the custo- |

mary evening crowd when Joe arrived late and breathless, shuiffled himself out of his street coat and into the black waiter's jacket and hurried out into the dining room, He disregarded the Vista's headwaiter, whom he knew was regarding him with a subtly disfavoring glance, and looked to see how his regular customers were faring. That was the most important thing—to see that his own favored customers found everything to their liking!

And then g slightly puzzled frown |

creased Joe's brow, Something seemed to be wrong. It was but a fraction of a minute before his swift inspection told him just what it was. un

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HAT young’ man sitting over by

the doorway jabbing with no great evidence of enjoyment at his veal chop, for instance.

dining room and centered upon a young lady who was chewing on a bread stick and seeming to

| find the pictures lining the walls of

the greatest interest, Joe clucked his tongue and frowned. He knew them by sight

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Is it better to begin a letter by talking about yourself or about the person to whom you are writing? 2. What is the most important thing to remember about writing a ‘“bread-and-butter” note? 3. Is it good manners to discuss the peculiarities of a person in whose home vou have visited? 4. Is it good taste to play a radio so loudly that your neighbors can get the programs without turning on their own radios? 5. May you sit in your car and honk for a person whom you have invited to go some place with you?

What would you do if— You have a friend whose faults you would like to correct— (A) Stop thinking about his faults and concentrate on his good qualities? (B) Have a frank talk with him about his faults? (C) Take the time you would spend in changing him and use it on your own improvement?

5 ” Answers

. About the other person. . To write it promptly. . No, . No. . Not and be

courteous.

Best “What Would You Do” solution—"C” would be best,

but no one does that, so try A.”

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Joe's glance | swung to the opposite end of the |

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had come to one of his tables regularly every Thursday for nearly a year. had hoped some day when came in he would see a

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circlet upon the girl's proper finger. | Joe's Latin temperament ran largely |

to romance,

Joe signified with a pair of nods | to the waiter who had been attend- |

ing the wants of the pair that he would personally take charge of them. His colleague shrugged and vielded the field. uo

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table and proceeded to refill the water glass from a carafe. With one eve upon his operation and the other upon his customer Joe discerned that his presence was not | visibly noticed. | creetly.

this evening, sir?” *he inquired af- | fably. The young man looked up | darkly.

of a trance. fine, Joe.” “It is a very fine evening, sir.” Joe pursued genially. | there should be a fine moon. Ah, lif only I did not have to work to- | night my Lisa and I should be | watching it together!” Joe gave an excellent | solate sigh. | “Too bad for you, Joe,” the voung man muttered. “As for myself— I'm not in the least interested in the moon.” He turned his interest back to moving things about on his plate. Joe lingered beside | thoughtfully to the voung man and tapped him on the shoulder. un

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down at the end of the room. | the beautiful one who is looking at |

the pictures?” he said in a low, confidential tone. The young man stared with hostile eyes in the direction Joe indicated. “I see her. What about her?” he | inquired belligerently. ( “I am afraid, sir,” Joe confided. “I have seen them come in here before looking just like that. You know, sort of sad and yet trying to hide it. Almost always something happens. Something unpleasant.” The young man loked swiftly at | Joe. “What do you mean?” he de-

manded. Joe gave him a meaning |

glance. | “She is sad and maybe des- | perate,” he explained. “And I know | she has a bottle in her purse.” | shrugged and departed. | " n n { ROM the vantage point of the | kitchen, where he had retreated, | Joe watched the young man staring | intently at the girl at the end table. | He saw him start to rise, evidently | change his mind and remain there | with his gaze riveted with the ut- | most fixity upon the girl. With his

He |

He coughed dis- |

“You find everything satisfactory |

“Huh?” he said with the compre- | hension of someone just coming out | “Oh, yes, everything's |

“Certainly |

reproduction of a discon- !

table | Then he leaned close |

young woman |

He |

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Joe could see that been bathed

smile, but | eyes had recently tears. n n on i HANK vou, Joe,” she said. “I'm afraid that this will be the last time I'll come here, though.” Joe was instantly solicitous. He gestured his dismay at such a thought. “Perhaps the spaghetti is not to your liking this evening, miss?” He interposed himself between her and the young man’s intent stare.

| better?”

He placed upon the table, behind

{ the basket of Italian bread, a large ( vial filled with a dark fluid of some sort. The girl smiled at him, this time without so much of that painful look in her eves, “Thanks so muel, Joe,” she apologized. "I didn’t really mean what [1 said. It's just that I don’t feel very well tonight.” Joe shook his {head in sudden sympathy. | un " un soled. “Perhaps everything will | be all right presently.” He moved [| off to the kitchen and took a place

| where he could watch her through |

| the serving window. | He saw her turn to her food | with a sigh, pick up the sauce he | had provided and remove the cork. | Then he heard the sound of a chair | overturning and saw the young man [ sprinting down the dining room to | the table where the girl sat. With { one motion he had seized the bottle,

| Aung it against the wall and clasped

I'the girl in his arms, “Darling,” Joe heard him say, (“Pm sorry. Tt ‘was ‘all ‘my fault anyway and I was too stubborn to admit it!” The girl suddenly smiled. { “It was not your fault. It was { mine!” Then they kissed each other | shamelessly right there in the din- | ing room. Joe smiled ecstatically to himself. |X had cost him just one bottle of {sauce and one little lie. But the lie didn't worry him. He had his | fingers crossed when he told it! | THE END

AN’ THEN TH’ OLD SOAK \ AN’ THEN THEY SAYS --"YOU WANT T/EARN (CLOSE THE WINDOWS $5000 BY CHRISTMAS, EH? | AN’ PULL DOWN TH’ WELL ---THATS EASY! / SHADES--AN’WE COULDN'T HEAR ANY MORE /

“See, I have brought | vou a sauce made especially for you. | Maybe it will make the spaghetti |

AM sorry to hear it,” he con- |

BUT WE STICKS

SLATS COMES OUT LAUGHIN’AN’ WHISTLIN' LIKE A LARK J

WHY DON'T 4 [YOu COME OUT POINT BLANK AND ¢

Nour BAD | THAT I'M GOING ANKLE 2 JAROUND WIM THE

\ _~—1 DAUGHTER OF 2 fy AN BNVAL COACH! J] Se, 2

THE OLD SOAK COMES OUT TO TH DOOR WITH AROUND! PRETTY SOON | HIM. AN’ SLATS SAYS -« THAT $5000 AS IN MY POCKET AN’ THEN HE LALIGHS SOME. MORE .

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girl made. Joe smiled to himself and reached ‘up into one of the kitchen cup- | boards. Then he again settled his | napkin over his arm and went through the swinging door into the | dining room. Directly to the young girl's table | Joe made his way. He bowed and ‘smiled pleasantly. | miss,” he greeted her. “It is nice "to have you with us again.” The girl detached her eyes from their inspection of the art displayed upon the walls and carefully placed the breadstick with the chewed end

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appointed by the Dutch Governmeiut as a governing body for the Palace of Peace at the Hague, on condition that the annual income should be used as a peace prize to be awarded to the person “who had rendered the most valuable services to the cause of peace ,or had contributed to finding means of combating war.”

AN’ THEN TH/ OLD SOAK | AN‘AFTER SLATS FORGET -~ MEET ME HERE AT MIDNIGHT T’MORROW NIGHT, AN ‘SLATS SAYS--“YOU BET/”) PA--PON'T TRY IT:

WAS OUTA HEARIN DISTANCE, THE GIRL SAYS --"0M,

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AN’ THAT'S ALL WE HEARD.

THAT YOUNG RUFFIAN AMD THAT OLD REPROBATE ARE UP TO SOMETHING - - SOME - THING CRIMINAL , NO DOUBT! KEEP TRAILING THEM, BOYS /

GRIN AND BEAR

| opr. 1937 by United Feature Syndicate, tne.

SO THEY SAY

Democracy is a system which other systems might temporarily supplant, but evolution goes irresistibly

forward and humanitarian democracy will come in all fullness — President Edward Benes of Czechoslovakia.

If Japan should succeed in her attempt to dominate Shanghai . .

vast financial and commercial interest there could easily he foreseen.

“and I might remind you that a watched pot never boils!”

«| the end of Europe's and America’s |

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CRe———"

| —Dr. Wellington Koo, Chinese Ame | bassador to France. | This is my first and last mars riage. —Tallulah Bankhead, movie ‘actress who recently married John | Emery of New York.

China will fight not only to the | last man, but to the last woman.— Mme. O. K. Yiu, wife of the mayor | of Shanghai.

Nobody but a lunatic would cause | war now.—Lord Mottistone, noted | British politician.