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JILL

CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL WENTWORTH, heroine, attractive debutante. ALAN JEFFRY, artist. BARRY WENTWORTH, brother. JACK WENTWORTH. Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress.

hero, rising young

Jill's step-

Yesterday: Learning from Ardath the secret of his $3000 sale, Alan breaks with Jill, Xwving her heartsick. lonely,

CHAPTER TEN

ILL hadn't been herself since the day the angry young man had come to her home, Mrs. Wentworth decided. But what was one

angry young man with a city full |

of young men all ready to be agreeable?

She thought it might be a very

good time to mention Milo’s devo-

tion, and discovered she was wrong. |

“I could never marry a man who wore a bright band about his hat and posed with his perfect profile toward you,” Jill said. “Really, Jill! I don't see how you can say such things.” The girl was impossible. Milo Montanne could have any of the girls in Jills’ crowd, Mrs. worth was sure. But he wanted only Jill. with an intensity inherited from Spanish ancestors. And although Jill persistently ignored him. Milo was always around, ready for more slights.

| y HE was completely wiper) also. to Hancock Robertson, Vic |

Parham, William Whitman II, and |

2 number of other men in love with | her, or ready to be in love at the slightest encouraging sign. “She's looking a wreck, for some | reason.” Mrs. Wentworth told Barry | one day. “She'll end up by being | an old maid.” | “I guess she has a right to be one, | if she wants to.” Barry retorted. | Barry, Mrs. Westworth thought, | with a flash of intuition, was always ready to discuss Jill's affairs “When—" Mrs. Wentworth ventured, realizing she was on forbidden ground, “when is Sylvia planning to announce her engagement?” “Ask Sylvia,” Barry said, knot- | ting his tie viciously. | “I thought you said there was an understanding?” Mrs. Wentworth | persisted. “If you insist on knowing, the understanding sems to be going hay- | wire. I suspect your big. blond stepson, Jack, is the reason. Though he makes the grand gesture of brotherly affection by staying away from her.” “Then why do you think he is to blame?” “You talk like a not very bright child,” Barry said contemptuously. | “Here's something for you to think about.

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M RS ENTWORTH felt better. I 1 Evidently, Sari; was still! planning to marry Sylvia. But] who was this other girl? If her| plans didn't carry through for | Barry's brilliant marriage, it would be a terrible

his first wife, as though they were |

his own, she was sure her son, Barry,

tion. He was becoming increasingly hard on Barry about money | matters. ing with increasing ugliness. What if anything happened to her? Where would Barry be then? If Barry had only taken his education seriously, like Jack, who

finishing at Boston Tech. Jill passed her stepmother with some letters in her hand. ill, thought Mrs. Wentworth, always manages to be at home around mail time. She thought Jill looked ex-

cited.

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ILL was. One of the letters In her hand was in

masculine writing that was new.

Even before she opened it, she knew |

it was from Alan She tore open the envelope. A check fluttered from the folded

Went- |

’ m disappoint- |

received only a mild form of devo: |e ours, but they could be bett

And Barry was retaliat-|

a clear-cut |

| your heart.” But maybe Sylvia was jin the same boat with lots of other girls. You couldn't follow unless a [man would let you. Sylvia wore an off-face hat | matching her purplish crepe dress, | which was fashioned with a monkish [cowl that gave her a sort of Fra | Angelico look. Her big blue eyes | looked almost violet, and there were | violet shadows under them. Maybe she was imagining things. Maybe, Sylvia was only worn down [by the strenuous social pace. | Watching Jill assemble her ward- | robe efficiently, Sylvia said: “You're | simply wonderful, Jill, I could never | pack a trunk—or do anything, | really.” “I think I'd make a swell poor man's wife,” Jill said slowly, care‘fully placing a sky-blue evening igown on a padded silk hanger. » on 4

home, Sylvia's

Jill looked so woebegone and lonely. |

“Won't you go to the station with us, Sylvia?” Mrs. Wentworth asked eagerly. “Thank vou, no, Sylvia replied. “I must hurry home.” She started walking toward her coupe. Got in and turned on the ignition. As the occupants of the

| big car waved, Sylvia's hand went |, oo

up gaily. A moment later the Wentworth car was lost around a curve of the drive. Then, very calmly, Sylvia switched off the ignition and got out. “Anything wrong, Miss Sylvia?" | queried the gardener, coming toward her. Sylvia smiled at the old Scotchman who had been the gardener |

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said. “No, Andrew, I was just thinking | I would like to see your garden. | Could you show me about?” |

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: LADLY, Miss Sylvia. not much to see at this time of vear. The chrysanthemums are | fine. And there are some pretty |

There's

1'd be unhappy, t0o, |

| it long ago.

BY MARY RAYMOND

Copyright, 1937, NEA Service, Inc. | things in the conservatory. Some | tropical plants I'd like to show you.” It was while they were in the | conservatory that Sylvia heard the | car on the drive. It was too soon | for Mrs. Wentworth to be back. If | she were very lucky— “Whose car is that?” she inquired. | trying to make her voice sound | casual. | “Mr. Jack's,” answered the old man, absently. He was peering over one of his precious tropical plants, | touching it with gentle fingers as if | he really loved it, Sylvia thought. | “Andrew,” said Sylvia, “will you tell Mr. Jack someone wants to see | him here.” “Certainly, miss.” { Good old sport, Sylvia smiled. He | had shown no surprise, though he | must have known by now why she | | had stayed. Her heart was beating | rapidly. There was so much she could | learn if Jack came to this fragrant, shadowed place off guard, without | time to erect his careful, casual barrier.

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| feeling that you had planned to |

| marry Barry, and would have, if | I had nqt come along.” | “I never would have gone through | with it,” Sylvia said. “I realized Even before you came | back from school. But you would not notice me, wouldn't dance with me, rushed past me on the streets.

| for the Wentworths forever, as Jill | This was the only way I knew.” |

She stopped talking. For the very good reason that it was im- | possible to talk and be effectively | kissed at the same time, { A mocking voice reached them: Smooth work, Jack. Everywhere I turn, I have evidence of your superior attainments.” {

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(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

ALL IN A NAME—By Josephine Daws

Y men,” P. J. Farnsworth Sr. | was fond of repeating, “are) trained to meet any kind of situation with ‘savoir-faire'.” It was well that old P. J. was not

at home now, for he would have been shocked to see the way one of his most promising young executives was meeting a problem presented by his own beloved daughter Nina. John Newell's face was a sorry picture of incredulous disbelief. He gulped twice before he blurted, “You actually mean you won't marry me | because that—that charlatan fed you a lot of hokum?” Nina tossed her pretty blond ane. “No.” she said defiantly, “‘be- | cause a reputable numerologist | showed me how impossible such a | union would be.” Then in a kinder | voice she assured him, “We don't] vibrate in unison, John. Even if we | do love each other now, it's no good.” | “I suppose,” he said sarcastically, | “your brother Pete would forget Vivian on such a pretext.” | She ignored his sarcasm. “1 asked Mr. Yam to figure out their | names. They aren't entirely wrong, | er | suited.” John, aware of the seriousness of | her voice, threw up his hands in| | disgust. “I know Pete will be glad | [to listen to that,” he growled, | | stomping out. | Being familiar with the

| worth stubbornness, John realized

| Farns- | had walked into a fine job after that there was no use trying to rea- | |

| Pete Jr. !

| “I think,” Peter mused, “we will | (call on this Mr. Yam. We'll take] ( Vivian along. There's just a chance | that my plan will work. If it does, |

| we should have some fun.” |

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| PETE invited John to come to the | Farnsworth house for dinner | the evening after the three had seen |

| the numerologist. John made a |

tention to the business of eating. Somehow Nina felt cheated and she sampled her food in glum silence.

” Ld » ATER the bridge game wasn't much better. Old P. J. as kibitzer, was the only one who showed any interest in the cards. John and Vivian were partners and |

| whenever one was criticized about |

a play the other rushed to the de- | fense saying that he would have | done exactly the same thing. The evening ended early and John insisted on taking Vivian home. “No use for you to drag out the car when it's right my way,” | he told Pete, and Vivian's agree- | ment was so enthusiastic that there | seemed to be nothing for Pete to | As they were leaving, P. J. Sr. caught John's arm and, with a shrewd glance, whispered, “See | that you don't come trotting when | she whistles, voung fellow!” It was a month later that Nina | exploded her pent-up emotions on | her brother. “Are you a man or | a tadpole?” she demanded scath- | ingly. Pete looked up listlessly. “Eh?” | “How can you sit there doing | nothing while that—that whipper- | snapper runs off with your girl?” “Oh that,” Pete said, grasping her | point with amazing alacrity. “There's nothing I can do.” “And you're father’s son!” “They're perfectly mated according to your Mr. Yam. Who am I to disturb the great forces—-" { “What's that? Yam told them that?”

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page. Alan had written: “I hope | point of arriving a little early and | Dut he did receive her invitation

you will forgive me. I realize now

you meant to be kind. But it was |

impossible for me to accept. However, there seems no way to escape obligation. the right idea. I've sold several pictures which made it possible to send a check, closing the transaction. Sincerely, Alan.” Closing the transaction! He might just as well have said: Ending everything. He had asked forgiveness for hurting her, but he had not forgiven her. Which was the greatest hurt of all. Mechanically, she opened another letter. It was from Ellen Beckwith inviting her for a visit. Ellen said the little tree-shaded streets of her town would seem very quiet after the big city. But

they all wanted Jill so much. And |

they really did have good times. For a long while Jill sat very still, holding the letters hand. One of them shutting the door to romance. The other opening the door to a temporary escape from life here at home—which had become in a moment a barren oasis. She would accept Ellen's invitation. There was nothing to wait for now. = on n YLVIA SUTTON had come over to say goodby to Jill. Jill knew that her stepmother expected Sylvia to announce her engagement to Barry soon. But she

was far from certain about it, her- |

self. There was none of the happy excitement about Sylvia that marked girls engaged to the men they loved. She was sure Sylvia was unhappy. Jack was not himself either. The ;wo facts added up and made a compete conclusion. Maybe Sylvia was going to con- ~ If so, she would say “follow

Moving was evidently |

in her |

| was glad to find Nina already in | the drawing room. She arose from the piano and swept forward to meet him, her! | robe trailing, exactly like the tra- | gedian in a play. “I'm happy to see you. John, and know that we can at least remain! friends, but there’s no use—" | ~ “I understand,” said John, looking past her. “I, too, have had the! privilege of consulting Mr. Yam. He |

| explained how perfectly he is able | | to determine ,such things.

I was converted.” He didn't notice Nina's surprised | frown for he was looking at the! other girl in the far end of the room | and he hurried toward her.

jee IVIAN,” he cried, his eyes shining, “I'm glad to see you tonight. And you're looking splendid!" “Naturally, you like it, too, John,” Vivian said, smiling up into his eyes. “Didn't Mr. Yam tell us that our tastes were as one?” “Tastes?” boomed old P. J., barging into their midst. “How about tasting some food, eh? What're we waiting for?” “We were waiting for you, father,” Nina snapped irritably, leading the way to the dining room. Dinner did nothing to improve Nina's suddenly deflated spirits. No one had much to say. John and { Vivian refused the same dishes and then looked into each other’s eyes with smug, knowing smiles that somehow seemed to exclude the rest of the party. Pete Jr. grew more morose as the meal progressed. Old P. J, after one sharp glance at

| Yam—who

| began

each of them, gave his whole at-

to a “small dinner in honor of Mr. | has a revelation | make.” | It was, indeed, a small party, | consisting of himself, Vivian, Yam, ! Pete, Nina and, since nothing on! earth could force him away from | his own table at mealtime, old P. J. | Nina was exceptionally vivacious. She carried the burden of conver- | sation on her slim shoulders until | Yam took the floor when they gathered in the drawing-room for coffee and cigarettes. “My good friends and clients,” | Mr. Yam ponderously, “I! have, I am sorry to say, given you ! some false advice. But,” he hur- | ried on, “it was not, happily, exactly my fault. I was not given all

He paused and beamed Old

“For instance, I did not know that Mr. and Miss Farnsworth had the middle name of Pettifield.” “Eh?” came old P. J. “Surely you remember mother gave us great-grandmother’'s maiden name, father,” Nina silenced him. “And,” continued Mr. Yam, ignoring the interruption, “it makes all the difference in the world. In fact, all of your vibrate in unison. Mr. Pettifield Farnsworth and Miss Vivian Roll, Mr. John Newel and Miss Pettifield Farnsworth.” Amid the confusion that followed, old P. J. barked for silence. “A toast,” he shouted, “to the family! We've got brains and were acquiring more, thank God!”

THE END

The characters in this Story are fictitious, ———

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EST vour knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should a girl remain seated when she is introduced to an older woman? 2. Should members of a family enter each other's rooms without knocking? 3. May one read a letter or message when in the presence of a guest? 4. If a man knows a woman does not mind his smoking should he ask her permission each time that he is with her? 5. Is it thoughtful of a man to take a woman's elbow to guide her along a crowded street?

What would you do if— You are leaving a person whom vou have just met and you wish to express your cordiality— (A) Say. “I hope that I shall see you again soon”? (B) Say, “Good bye, Mrs. Moore. I'm very glad to have met you"? (C) Say, “It's been a pleasure indeed!”?

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1. No. 2. No. Knocking on private doors is a courtesy that should be observed even among members of a family. 3. Yes, but first he should ask, “May I?" 4. No, that would be unnecessary. ; 5. He should offer her his arm.

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

SO THEY SAY

The fellow who is prepared to fight is never enticed into a scrap.— Atty. Gen. John J. Bennett of Buffalo, N. Y.

Papa stays home with us in the evenings, now that the cafes are closed. —Pipo Martin, 9, of Madrid,

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor

HERE are three different dis- | eases of the skin which may | affect the region of the beard in| |

(men. Most of them are picked up (in unsanitary barber shops. Im- | petigo has already been described. The condition commonly called | barber's itch is known scientifically | as sycosis vulgaris. | infection of the hair follicles by a {germ known as a form of | staphylococcus. | involved are the upper lip and the

| beard although occasionally the eye- |

| involved by the infection.

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HEN the pus germ gets into a |

| hair follicle, a tiny blister ap=pears which soon becomes filled with infectious material and which may then burst. When the infectious | material is released, the spot is {covered by a crust. The disease is

| extended by spreading of the pus- |

| infected material.

i Frequently after the condition de- |

| from impetigo and also from the | ringworm infection of the bearded area which it somewhat resembles.

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A—In North Dakota, a few miles west of Devils Lake.

Q. What ‘difference, if any, is there between a candid camera and an ordinary camera? A. A candid camera is usually a miniature camera with high-power lens that uses motion picture film and makes pictures about the size f a special delivery stamp, from

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name, candid camera, has been used | offer such tremendous depth of fo- jmakes drawings or designs while | to indicate that it catches the un- | cus. | conversing. or engaging in other

| conscious, unposed phases of peo- " 2 | mental activity not requiring the use ple's lives; the subject does not Q—Associates in the office where I |

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Miniature cameras are for this | A—Aceording to Russell M. Arun- cubis And universities in type of work largely use they |del, a “doodler,” or one who “dooare inconspicuous and becauy [dles,” is a person who subconsciously | A-—Approximately 26,500,000.