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CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL. WENTWORTH, reroine, tive debutante. ALAN JEFFRY,

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artist, |

BARRY WENTWORTH, Jill's stepbrother. JACK WENTWORTH, Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress, Yesterday — Mrs. Wentworth moves | again to bring Milo Montanne into Jill's | life. Failing, she finds the name of Alan | Jefiry in Jill's party invitations, recalls | with dismay that he is the poor artist.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

| married to a woman who would be | happier wearing a petunia he had | sent than a cape of orchids sent [by any other man. [ Jill smiled. How shocked her stepmother would be if she knew a common idea like wearing petunias had entered her mind. [ Mrs. Wentworth noted the smile curving the corners of Jill's mouth. “She's thinking of Alan Jefiry, and how she outwitted me,” she thought. Well, Jill would soon find out he wasn’t coming. She would doubtless put his unexplained ab-

BY MARY RAYMOND

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| after five short minutes, Alan's deep

| voice answering her own. | “You're coming to my aren't you? Please, Alan. been so unhappy.” “Your party is tonight? I didn’t | know.” “But I sent an invitation to you | —ages ago.” | “I didn’t get it.” u n » ILL'S mind worked quickly. mother. Of course, it was her mother's doing. i “You must

party, I've

believe me,

ISS DEXTER, watching Mrs. | sence down to deliberate rudeness. Yours was the very first name I put Wentworth nervously, saw her Then, no doubt, she would sen- | on my list. There's been some aw- |

face turn a dull red. She was stil staring down at the list. Jeffry, Jeffry, Mrs. Wentworth was thinking. Where had she heard that name? Oh, yes. Jill had told her it was the name of the young man who had stalked by Perkins. The young man who had rudely | demanded to see Jill. ! So this was the special reason. The rude young man with the lordly airs was the cause of Jill's suddenly awakened social interest.

She had been duped by a clever girl. If the impudent upstart came to the party, Jill would have eves for no one else. She wouldn't know Milo was there. And she had already hurt his feelings terribly. Evidently, all she thought of was this young man with bad manners who wasn't even marriageable material. Jill was simply a fool who must be protected against herself.

3 RS. WENTWORTH scanned the boxes, which were packed In alphabetical precision, pulling out | an envelope here and there until she found the J's. She could feel Miss Dexter's eyes upon her, which | made no difference at all. Some- | times, she felt Miss Dexter was not in sympathy with her. But you didn’t need sympathy in a subordinate. What vou wanted was service. In a moment. she had Alan Jeffry’s invitation safely out of the box. Safely in her own hands. “I'll speak to Jill about this invitation,” she said, her eyes slanting away from Miss Dexter's direct gaze. “The thought. If she knew which invitation had been removed, she could send another. But it would mean rechecking the invitations in that particular | box. And how could that be done | when Mrs. Wentworth still heid | Jill's list and evidently had no idea | of returning it. n o | UPPOSE she spoke to Jill about | it, ‘and Jill gave the name of the objectionable young man. Mrs. | Wentworth would be sure to see | him at the dance, and it might | mean the loss of her job. Perhaps it was better to let well | enough alone. Not every private secretary .had. an .existence. as pleasant as hers. Not many had a | room as pretty as her bedroom, done in French blue with dainty prints on the wall. She liked it much better than Mrs. Wentworth's room, which was very rich looking | in dull gold and green. She sighed romantically, feeling a surge of sympathy, as she did al- | most daily, for Jill Wentworth, who | had such a cold and unscrupulous | stepmother. Jill, meanwhile, was going through the days buoyed by a splendid hope. | She could picture it all: She | would be speaking her lines politely | as a well-bred young hostess should, saying things mechanically. The same things over and over. And then, all at once, she would look | up and see a tall, young man with cool, gray eyes, and an aloof manner (which you knew by experience | was only a mask that could be dropped in a moment of vigorous action). “Hello,” you?”

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old fox,” Miss Dexter |

he would say, “How are

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| swank details to Ardath I must say the

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mind. As she should have done long ago. A secretive smile was playing over Mrs. Wentworth's face as she went

out and closed the door behind her. |

The telephone rang a few minutes later and Jill picked up her own phone. It must be Alan! It was Patty. u » “JILL, something has come up. An important meeting with a publisher. So I can’t come to your party. I'll go plutocratic another time, if you'll ask me. could be there so I could relay the Did you

know she's moved! town is a pleasanter place now. But she calls me sometimes when she's full of surplus conversation.” “I'm sorry vou won't be here,” Jill said. “Patty, I invited Alan.”

“Swell. I hope he comes.

You know how proud the English are.” Patty said goodby, and Jill sat for a moment thoughtfully. Don't feel disappointed. “I simply couldn't bear it,” Jill thought, miserably. The English were proud. How well she knew. “I'll call him,” she decided, impulsively. Alan was not yet in the telephone book, but an obliging information could assist her, And then wonders of wonders,

| | him.

I wish 1]

But don’t be disappointed if he doesn't. |

] | sibly start putting him out of her | ful mistake. But you will come.”

| There was no mistaking Jill's sin- | cerity—or the frantic eagerness in | her voice. There was a muffled | sound— “Jill, you are crying—" There was no answer. “Jill, darling.” All his bitterness dropped from It was as though a heavy load had been lifted in a moment. Jill was crying. She loved him. What a fool he had been. Arrogantly setting standards for love. his life. He was the happiest man alive.

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“YILL, I'm coming as fast as 1 can get there. if you were the richest girl in the world.” “Oh, grand,” Jill said softly. This had been the way all along. Simple honesty. Letting Alan know how much she cared. She had been brave, and all the barriers had broken down. She was sitting quietly, wrapped | about with glamorous dreams.

Oh, if there were only someone

He was | | happier than he had ever been in |

Her

Alan.

I wouldn't care

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| close enough to share her happi- |

ness with. If dad were here, she | could tell him. But never mother. How closely she had come to ruining life for her. Jill shuddered. And then her mother's petulant voice reached her: “Jill, aren't you ever going down? People will be coming down soon.” Jill thought: “My last big party. But what a happy one.”

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

TAKEOFF—By E. J. Holmes

OM HANSON and his mother sat over supper in the kitchen of what had once been the muchadmired Hanson place. It was midand doors and windows were open. Upstairs they could hear the roomers moving about. The front screen door was lightly

| opened and closed. There were quick

young footsteps on the stairs. They continued to the third floor.

“That,” said Tom, “would be Miss

Frame. Kept late and overworked as usual.”

Mrs. Hanson's manner toward the was always formal, sugwho has Toward her

only son,

she showed an increasing tender-

ND she would answer in a tone so low her stepmother couldn't hear: “Fine, now!” He would press her hand a very little to show he had forgiven her | for loving him so much that she | had made him miserable. This was ac far as Jill could go with her mental pictures. Each day she waited for one “accepts with pleasure.” She would not allow the negative word “re- | grets” to enter her mind. | But the evening of the party arrived and no word had some from Alan. He will phone, Jill decided. Busy | young men who worked rather than played perhaps took these short, social cuts. All the time she was getting ready, Jill had an attentive ear | open for the telephone. While she was emerging glowing from her bath . while she was dusting | her face and shoulders with fra- | grant powder . . . when she was slipping into scant, silken things. And finally, when the white and silver gown went slithering down over her head, aided by her maid's practiced hands, to mold her slim | body and sweep out in smart, flar- | ing lines, “Oh, Miss Jill, you're beautiful!” | Louisa exclaimed. “Thank you, Louisa,” mured, absently. She was thinking: “He hasn't | phoned. But he'll come. Of course he’ll come!” ~ ” o RS. WENTWORTH had come | into the room and was surveying Jill critically. “You look very nice,” she conceded, after a moment. “I must | say that is the smarest evening dress | you've had in a long time, even if I| did select it. All you need now are | your flowers. I never saw so many. | You can't wear all of them. But | there's a gorgeous bouquet of white orchids that Milo sent. They would | be perfect with your gown.” | “I'll wear them, with Bill's,” Jill | said, unexpectedly tractable. Trou- | bled waters were ahead. It was just | as well to begin pouring oil. Mrs. Wentworth smiled, pleased. “I'll have both bouquets brought up. I hope when you marry, Jill, that you'll train your husband to be more thoughtful than your father. If I hadn't ordered orchids for myself, I wouldn't have had any.” Jill was thinking: “When Alan | and I are married, things like or- | chids won't matter at all.” | |

Jill mur- |

R mother, who never had a |

X thought above such things. | Poor dad, who was missing being

ness, think,” she began, payin? undue attention Frame.”

“you are to Miss

“Maybe,” he said. “She's certainly

different from the others who live | here.” “But you ought not to single her out, Tom,” Mrs. Hanson continued. “She is a comparative stranger, you know. And it might start talk |among the other people. You know how difficult they are. We've got

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. What does “Au gratin” on a menu mean? 2. If the food which you are served in a restaurant is not well cooked, should you register your protest by not leaving a tip for the waiter? 3. May one touch one's lips with the tips of fingers dipped in a finger bowl? 4. If one is a guest at a dinner party given in a restaurant should he leave a tip for the waiter? 5. When a man and woman are eating together in a restaurant, who gives the order?

What would you do if— You are invited to a bridge party and on the day of the party vou have a bad cold in the “sneezing” stage— (A) Call your hostess and tell her your predicament and ask if she can get someone to substitute for vou? (B) Go to the party and apologize for your cold? (C) Stay home from the party—and explain to your hostess later?

Answers

1. Covered with breadcrumbs. 2. No. 3. Yes. 4. No. 5. The man.

Best “What Would Do” solution—(A).

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“She asked him what was wrong.”

to depend on is this place and each other, I'm sure you understand, don’t you, dear?” “I suppose 50.” " ww = DON'T think you should visit Miss Frame in her room or be seen going to and from the house | with her.” She examined her hands iin her lap. “I know it is not easy for you here. My companionship is {not much. If only your father——”

Tom thought: “Yes. Yes. If father {had only left some money the | brightest cadet at Stanwyck would

not find himseif a chambermaid at been happy here.

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22. But we must take care of each | very lonely before that.”

| other and this house, because it is

“You talk as though you might be |

(all we have and neither of us is|going for good,” said Mrs. Hanson.

{any good outside it.” To his mother he said: “All right, | duchess. Whatever you say.”

|into the dim street. in Denver.

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“I have friends |

Housckeeping was the first work | {wo weeks’ rent, Mrs. Hanson. Don't | Tom Hanson had ever done. After |}}q the room any longer than that. | his father's sudden death he had | And please say goodby to your son | tried confidently, then desperately, | for me.” He failed. He took :

|to get a job. |to lying disconsolately about the

| [house and when his mother opened [it to roomers he found himself

to remember that all we have left | «helping out

| un un o RS. HANSON was not strong. They had not been able to | afford outside help. Rather surlily | Tom began making beds, washing | windows, cleaning floors, repairing | plumbing and finally—doing the washing. By the time Miss Frame |arrived he had more or less ac- | cepted the routine. Miss Frame—Elsa—was a dark, slender girl who worked as a sec‘retary in the city. Tom had found {her pleasant company, easy to talk land listen to. She walked with a long stride. She knew something about books and some things about | life. More about life, Tom thought, than he did. ‘Tom had learned all this before | is mother had insisted that he | keep to himself. Many a long walk the had had with Elsa, diseussing | topics dear to both their hearts. | And it was only after he had been |advised to see her less often that {he realized what an important part |in his life played. He looked back with a distinct feeling of loss. But he had given his word; he saw the reason behind his mother’s advice. And he determined to do as she wished.

T was not easy staying away from her. He arranged his work so that he would not be on the third floor when she was in. Twice he refused her invitations to walk. Then one evening she found him alone on the porch and asked him directly what was wrong. He ‘toid {her and she smiled a bit crookedly. | “I'm sorry,” she said. “I certainly | wouldn't do anything to interfere with your career.” The following week Miss Frame announced she was going on her vacation. Two weeks in Denver. The night she stopped downstairs to bid them goodby Tom had purposely left the house. “So quickly?” Mrs. Hanson inquired. “I thought you would be starting in the morning.” “No,” Miss Fralne replied. to

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ISS FRAME turned quickly and | walked out of the house. But |

Mrs. Hanson had seen tears in her eyes. Tom came back very late, but his mother was still sitting in the living room. “What's up?” he asked. “I'm up,” Mrs. Hanson said. “I've

Sit down. I want to talk.” “That's good,” Tom replied. “I want to talk, too. I went to the station, mother, and said goodby to her. Then I walked. I've been walking ever since. I've got to tell you something. I'm going away.” “I know,” she said. “You're going away from me and this house. For a while, anyhow. Where to?”

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Q—How widespread has the use {of police radios become in the | United States? | A—More than 550 city and county | police departments now have one- | way or two-way radio communica- | tions. The Pennsylvania Motor Po- | lice is experimenting with a teletype

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor

JHATEVER. type. of. trouble affecis one, cleanliness is of the first importance. The secfone step after making certain that the skin is clean is to protect the

| inflamed areas against further ir-

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the general

| blackheads.

| to accomplish cure by treatment ap-

sociated with the drugs which tend to bring about | irritation in the skin. It should be obvious that { moval [if it is properly done. The im- | portance of removing the black- | head properly can not be over- | emphasized since the skin is easily | injured by using too much force.

“I don't know,” Tom answered. radio by which typed messages can |

“Somewhere.” “To Denver, of course,” Mrs. Hanson stated. Tom peered long at his mother.

{ Suddenly he saw her thoughts in

her face. “But she'll be back in two weeks,”

this association really | he said.

“She won't come back unless vou bring her back. Now go up and pack. There's a train in the morning. And don’t worry about me. I've already hired a good strong woman to take your place.” Collecting his clothes in the room he had grown up in, Tom began to sing. He had something important to do and a place to go.

THE END The characters in this story are fictitious.

(Convright 1937 United Feature Syndicate)

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Q—Where were the Shangri-La scenes in the motion picture, “Lost Horizon,” produced? A—The set was constructed on the Columbia Ranch, San Fernando Valley, Cal.

Q—Did William Randolph Hearst ever own a German language newspaper in New York? A—He owned the Deutsches Journal, a new York morning newspaper published in German. It was discontinued in 1918.

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“There's that fresh flirt again—I suppose I might as well

make a date with him and tell him where he gets off!” N many instances the young per-

I son who is afflicted with pim-

contract the skin. It is then dried T° DeCOmes exceeding nervous with a towel. about them and is overenthusiastic If, however, there are pimples and | about their removal. In the same these are rather deep in the skin, |way these young citizens of the fuit is unwise to attempt to remove ture will pick constantly at the them at home. Much less scarring | pimples and in that way not only will occur if they are suitably |produce bad scarring but also spread

again in order to encourage circulation to the skin. Then application of cold water is made in order to

removed, the hot towels are applied opened and removed by a physician. ' them more widely on the skin.