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JILL

should be getting out of harness, though.” | » LAN smiled grimly. Getting out |

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

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here, rising young

Jill's step-

Yesterday—Ardath sit for Alan as a model. Alan goes for a walk when the work is nearly finished, leaving her alone in his studio. Meantime, Jill arrives and is defiantly greeted by Ardath.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ILL stared at Ardath, bewilder- « ment in her eyes. Ardath! Fresh from sleep, her hair tumbled, only half-dressed. Afterward Jill's eyes were going to be wells of miserable tears. But she was glad now—if you could call being hurt “glad”—that her face was not revealing her suffering. That she was able to look at Ardath coolly, proudly and with complete poise. “Won't you come in?” Ardath asked, delighting in the situation. “No, thank you,” Jill replied. “I'm sorry. I didn't know you lived here.” “I don't live here. Exactly,” Ardath answered. Her voice was amused. Jill turned and walked toward her car, hearing the slam-

ming of the door behind her. » »

EFORE she reached her car, she

stumbled against a small fig-|

ure. Small, bird-like eyes in a wrinkled face gazed up at her.

“You been in a kinda hurry,”

and proud and numb |

steadily |

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of harness! His father would | | never slip it unless he could place | it upon his son. He thought wearily: If it will] | bring the old fellow any happiness | and peace of mind, I'll give up | painting. Surely, he had done noth- | | ing with it of which either he or his | { father could be proud. “Sun Over | | Seville” was still in the hands of | | the dealer to whom Jill had gone. | The dealer had persuaded Alan to allow him to place it on sale. | “I'll sail tomorrow,” Alan said, slowly. “Thanks Vic for telling me.” | “But Alan, your work. I'm serious. | There's no reason to hurry home.” | “There's no reason to stay,” Alan replied, briefly. | “But you're coming back.” | “No, I won't come back.” |

BY MARY RAYMOND

Vie Ainsworth said uneasily: “I don’t doubt that your father has changed this past year. Softened. Don't smash your bridges, Alan.” He added casually—too casually. “By the way, the girl I was talking with about you was Jacqueline Wentworth” “You were there!” Vie smiled. Then, he had been right. The electric note in Alan's voice told him everything. “Yes. She was quite excited when I said I knew you. I gathered she thought quite a lot of you.” There was a silence, more illuminating than words would have

Alan's face had tightened with pain. Jill He was leaving Jill forever. Jill, who had shaped a world for him, and then had toppled it.

(To Be Continued)

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Automatically, Jill pushed back the cuff of her coat. Her little

jewelled watch was ticking on her |

arm merrily, as though nothing had happened to its owner. Both hands marked the hour. Tt was exactly 6 o'clock. “I don't need those theengs.” the old woman said thees time. You Rose.”

can't fool old

ILL stood for a moment régard«f ing the smiling old face. Rose! Once, maybe this ancient person had been young and beautiful and happy. Maybe, theugh, been as unhappy as she, Jill, was now, Perhaps she had found forgetfulness with the years. A rose browned by many suns, beaten down by many adverse winds. What a thin coat she had about her shrunken form.

On an impulse, she reached into!

her purse and drew out a bill, which she pressed into one claw-like hand. Then, Jill pulled the cherry-red woolen scarf from about her throat and wrapped it about the old woman's shoulders. She heard a startled exclamation as she got in her car. “God bless us!” Jill looked back as she started the motor. The old beggar—she must be a beggar, for who else would be out at this hour—was staring at her with a dazed expression on her face. Both hands clutched the bright red scarf, =

T was after the car rounded the corner that tears came, rolling down Jill's cheeks unheeded. She was conscious of many curious eyes. But she was past caring. Her world, a beautiful dream world though it had been, had crashed. Her idol had not been found with feet of clay, but with feet of mud. Alan and Ardath. An ugly romance between them. To think that her Alan—but she was wrong. He had never been hers. He did not even remotely resemble the Alan of her dreams. He was just an ordinary—or more th ordinary man. Consoling himself with a cheap adventuress. She must stop thinking of him. Shfe must go back home, and greet

everybody at breakfast with a nice |

morning face. The face of a girl awfully happy over being engaged to Milo Montanne. Jill shuddered. She couldn't go back now. She would go to Patty and stay until she could face the family with composure. She wouldn't wake Patty for awhile. She would drive for awhile and then go home.

URING the time Jill was driv- |

ing aimlessly about the streets with her white, strained face, Alan had reached his apartment and let himself in with his latch kev. The place was now quite empty, a fact which brought a feeling of intense relief. In the rear room, the stripped ecasel met his eyes, and then a bit of blackened canvas on the hearth. He smiled grimly. It had been a good picture. But he would forget | all about it. Its destruction meant ' that Ardath Holm was now definitely out of his life. Which was a | good thing. If she had hung around. | she might have done some, real | damage.

The telephone rang later in the morning and he answered it un- | easily. He was almost certain he would hear Ardath's voice faking | penitence. “Hello there, old chap.” The voice had a familiar ring. It was—of course it was—Vie Ainsworth, whom he had last seen head-

ing for the grind of an bank. Ethan

a IC! Where are you? a taxi—" “I'm sorry as the deuce. Alan. But I'm leaving for Louisville in a few minutes. Missed my train last night, all because a beautiful girl wanted your life's history. But it's just as well I didn’t get off There's something I think you should know—" “Not bad news. Surely—” “I'm afraid so. Lord Jeffry isn't well, Alan. Mother wrote he was in poor health. I haven't the right to say so, old man, but I think this isn’t the time for pride and family quarrels. Maybe I shouldn't! advise you—but I'd like to.” | |

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“It isn’t necessary.” Alan's voice was husky with emotion. “I'm! afraid I've been a selfish know-it-a : » He felt stunned. His father ith] his oak-like constitution! He couldn’t remember the time he had | ever been sick. He had an iron! constitution that matched an iron | will, “I'll leave for home romotow" Alan said slowly. | “There’s no great hurry, Alan. A good rest and seeing you again. f= about all your father nesds to wil him

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ILL the river be cold tonight? The question seemed bitterly humorous to Katherine Huges. Of course the river would be cold, cold land wet. It always was in November. “Twenty-eight years such a | short time to live,” she murmured to herself. Her own calmness amazed her, and she forced a brit(tle laugh. “Me—author. Author my eye!” The typewriter went smash[ing to the floor. She flipped the light switch, left the hated room with its humble fur- | nishings, slapped the warped door behind her. Downstairs, on the smail table reserved for mail, was a bulky | envelope—addressed to Miss Katherine Huges. She had been in her ‘room all day, and Mrs. McCarthy |apparently did not relish playing ‘postman. Katherine shrugged resignedly and tucked the envelope under her arm. The bulk of the en- | velope indicated a returned manuscript. “My last reject,” she ‘told herself | wearily. “My last story—another ! failure. ‘Born to Die’—what an ap- | propriate title.” | The night was cold, the stars too | bright. The corner street lamp was | broken as usual. She remembered | her first night here on Maple St. | The lamp had bzen broken then, | too; she had not dared venture out luntil a week later. The lamp was | always being fixed—and broken. It | was that kind of neighborhood, and ' she sighed now, drew her old coat more tightly about her slender fig-

ure. Try, just try, she thought, to | escape from poverty.

\ ALKING rapidly, doggedly, | she wondered why she | brought this rejected story with her. | Its contents, too completely, would [tell the sordid tale when found be- | side her coat and hat. And yet, why not? Failure had always been her one great vice. It took courage to | confess it, but a rejection slip | would do just that. Her epitaph— | “We regret. . . .” She noticed unbelievingly that (she was already on Conroy streel— halfway there. She couldn't help a sudden hopeless shudder. | How grimly she had written that |

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story, a counterpart of her own life. Each paragraph from the soul, fighting to an inevitable end—the suicide of her heroine. Those paragraphs became a leering spectre now, the bulky manuscript a leaden monster. The hard pavement bit into her nump feet. From ahead, the dank smell of river water rode triumphant on the wind. And suddenly, tears were cold upon her cheeks. “The wind makes my eyes watery,” she tried to tell herself. But she said these words, still sobbing, and her mind fumbled on, lonely and wondering.

HE thought how it would all look in print. Her name in print! Her ambition realized. But the world would read and shrug, and go on calmly. No acclaim. Only defeat, failure. Automatically she turned into Chaody St. Often had she rehearsed this walk in her mind. The decks were at the end of Chaody St, and if her steps slowed a little, she

didn’t notice. Oddly, she was thinking of the sun that used to visit her room a brief two hours on cloudless days. She had learned to tell the time of day by that creeping light on her carpet. But there was no sun, no light here. Sprawling. windowless warehouses lay gloomily on hoth sides. From the train yards, three blocks to the right. came the mournful groan of an aged engine. It was night and dark, and horrible.

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ND it was cold, Katherine happened to remember. She drew the frayed coat collar about her ears. It was cold. but not too cold. The river had no ice. Suddenly she was afraid. Afraid of the cold, strangling water. She looked once more into the sky. but the stars were covered with hurrying clouds, and she huddled deeper in her coat, shivering. The manuscript almost slipped from beneath her arm. She shoved it back again. Some of her stories contained happenings as strange as dreams of the blind, she was sure. She had written with vigor and confidence. And almost as though in answer, she saw the docks, a block and a half away. Her knees began to tremble. A once-weary wind hurled itself upon her figure. But she struggled—struggled to forge ahead. And clutched the envelope tightly beneath her arm. The wooden dock Yesounded beneath her heels. Dark and vily water gleamed below, rippling sootily ip the pale glare of a distant lamp. She paused, stared at it, her mind 2 maelstrom. For a momenl she hesitated—but only for a moment. Her coat dropped to the dock, her hat followed. She stooped to insert the envelope in the coat sleeve where the wind could not reach it. And in that last moment curiosity overcame her.

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SH pulled the manuscript out. There was no rejection slip— but a letter! With a gasp. Katherine Huges ran toward the dismal light. She read it through twice, eyes moist. “Found your submitted story ‘Born to Die’ very interesting and cleverly written, except. for one point. We are returning it to you, therefore, for this revision. Of course, the title must be changed also, and the ending msst be made a more logical and happy one. We believe that the suicide of the heroine is untrue to life. Kindly make these changes promptly, and return—" Katherine shivered . . . but not from the cold. “Untrue to life?” she murmured hoarsely. “Mister, you don’t know how close you were to being wrong.”

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein

American Medical Journal Editor HERE are certain forms of ringworm which get onto the scalp, particularly in children. Cases are seldom seen in people more than 15 years of age. Boys are affected more frequently than girls. The condition sometimes spreads from one child to another in schools. At times it has been so severe in some foreign schools that special schools have keen developed for children with ringworm. When the spots are examined, inany different organisms are found to be associated with this infestation. The condition is difficult to treat in the scalp because of the presence of the hair. ¥ - » OST cases, however, incline to improve with suitable treatIn many instances the doctor will arrange to remove the hair either by the use of wax substances or by the use of the X-ray. After the hair falls out or is removed, the areas of infection are treated with suitable ointments which contain strong remedies. Obviously, therefore, they cannot be applied by the average person and their use should not be attempted unless they have been directed by the physician. : » » » HE ringworm that occurs in the groin usually comes from a secondary infection transferred from the toes but sometimes from the use of various supporters, straps and other materials used by athletes. The infection is sometimes spread by towels or other materials around golf clubs'and gymnasiums. The condition appears much more often in young people than in older ‘ones. Sometimes it will spread from the groin to the area between the buttocks, causing itching and burning. This will not clear up unless

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