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By ELINORE COWAN STONE Copyright, 1937, NEA Seryice, Inc.

CAST OF CHARACTERS LINDA BENTON—Heroine, daughter of a famous singer. CAPT. BARRYMOORE TRENT—Hero, flying ‘‘daredevil.” MIRANDA TRENT — Barrymore's ¢‘grandmother, a ‘strong woman.”

Yesterday: Linda Benfoa moves under the roof of proud Miranda Trent. Life ds perfect. And her happiness is stimulated at the news that Capt. Trent is due there for Christmas leave.

CHAPTER TWO OT even Miranda Trent’s glowing descriptions of her grandson had prepared Linda for the actuality of Capt. Trent as he flashed upon her that first evening—tall, vivid, and irrepressible, with a gay charm, at once teasing and caressing, that set even his stately grandmother.— whom he breezily addressed as “Duchess”—bridling and blushing like a girl. It did not, apparently, seem at all strange to Mrs. Trent that, from the beginning the young flyer settled into the old-maidish routine of their evenings with complete satisfaction. It did seem strange to Linda that she was admitted so unreservedly into the hallowed family circle. She soon understood, however. It was necessary to the proud grandmother’s sense of showmanship that she have an audience to whom to exhibit this superlative grandson of hers. The old lady relaxed and glowed proudly. 8 #8 = S for Capt. Trent, he referred to them impartially as “you girls,” teased and flattered them indiscriminately, and . trounced them both at their spinsterish little games—to the ill-concealed pride of his grandmother, who ordinarily played for blood—meantime carrying on a running fire of raillery and nonsensical song. Or quite as often, he lounged in a big chair while Linda read aloud, his mobile fgcef unaccountably quiet and contented in the firelight. : Sometimes, when Mrs. Trent's knitting slid quietly to the floor and the old lady nodded, Linda would glance up to find the grandson’s dark eyes fixed upon her own face, dancing with mischjevous

had fallen againy and her eyes, as they had come to do, met those Capt. Trent across the room. - Only this time his eyes were not amused, as if at some precious secret between them. They were burning upon her with an intentness that made her flush and tingle all over. For a moment they sat sc, while something in his look seemed to re-ch out warmly and draw her to him, so that in spite of the room between them, the mowent was as sweetly intimate as a caress. : l “i : Then suddenly the spell was broken by Mirands Trent's ~lean, clipved accents. | : : “Why have you stopped reading, Miss Benton?” | 3 “I'h—I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep.” ; “Asleep? Certainly not. I vas merely resting my eyes.” nF “It’s eleven, anyhow, Duchess,” Barry said quickly. “Time you girls got your beauty sleep. And there's a special broadcast I want to listen to.” 5

#2 8 = . E went over to the radio and dialed. The broadcast was in honor of a scientific expedition that was to set

out next morning for the Central American jungles, The explorers—

were to go by plare, with a second,

f | much larger plane, to carry their

main: supplies. * Several members of the group spoke over the radio, including the pilot of the passenger ship, an exNavy flier, Lieut. Rust. . Barry listened with knit brows.

8 ” « #~~RAZIEST business I ever heard of,” he growled as he snapped off the radio. “I flew over that country with Rust while we were stationed in the Fanama. It’s mere guesswork that theyll make a successful landing, or that they'll ever be able to take off again if they do land. I tried to talk Rust out of it; but he always was a fool for

business: if you think so,” com-=-mented his grandmother ‘dryly; but her eyes were prcud. - “I think I'll run out to the field tomorrow -and ‘wish them luck!’ ” Capt. Trent went on. “God knows! They're likely to need it.” Linda’s one thought was that the house would seem very empty to-

her that this evening’s broadcast was the forerunner of more heartbreak and despair than she had ever dreamed of. 3 :

(To Be Continued)

under the leadership of an eminent archeologist, a Dr. Aurelius—

(All names and characters in this story are fictitious.)

Daily Short Story

SOUVENIR—By H. C. Henderson

comradeship, as if they too shared a delightful secret, too precious to be put into words. tJ ” » ND Linda would smile back her quirked, elusive smile, a little confused, a little startled by her own sudden happiness, would straighten her.slim body in its demure frock, and read on much more rapidly, tripping sometimes over the words, in the consciousness that, across the fireplace, his smile had become more intimately amused. i Once, noticing that as she perched on one of his ‘grandmother's tall chairs, her feet barely touched the floor, he rose, and bringing her a stool, knelt with absurdly extravaZant ceremony and placed it beneath her feet. «A footstool for Titania,” he said. And though the stool was the one that had come over on the boat which had Brought the first Trents to American shores, and was.guarded by old Miranda as jealously as life itself, she only smiled now, proudly, as if at one more evidence of her grandson's superior discernment. I've always wondered what it was Miss Benton reminded me of. Titania, of course.” For the first time almost as if she liked me, Linda thought happily. ti 8 8 8 | HE had been dreading this first Christmas away from home. Now she began to look forward to it.

that knitting basket she admired yesterday, perhaps. . . . She would sing for them, too—some Christmas music. People always liked to hear her sing. Hard to believe now how once the portraits—even the walls of the old house—had seemed secretly hostile and terrifying. Now, as she hurried down the broad stairway each evening, the very stair railing under her hand seemed to tingle with friendliness, as if it, and indeed the whole house, had suddenly coms alive and young again. There was one evening when, as she knelt before Mrs. Trent to disentangle a snarl in her knitting yarn, Captain Trent strolled across the room to stand over her, his eyes following her slender, supple fingers When she glanced up, his glance met hers with something so like a laughing caress that her hands faltered, and Mrs. Trent said rather ~ tartly, “Careful, Miss Benton. . . Do go away, Barry. It's enough to make a cat nervous the way you prowl around. I declare I don't know what's come over you these last few days!” 8 = =

“Wis. you girls need around this house,” Barry countered, “is a good, able-bodied seaman. I never saw a woman yet who knew how to untie a knot—or tie one either.” And taking the yarn into his own big, clean-cut hands, he untangled it with a deft legerdemain too swift for their eyes to follow. “Good thing, youll have me around to trim the Christmas tree for you,” he finishad impudently. “When it comes to a job that takes real skill, women are all thumbs.” “Don’t pay any attention to him, Miss Benton.” Old Miranda's proudly indulgent smile included Linda in a friendly entente of sex against sex. “I know that he thinks well enough of women to have a new sweetheart in every port.” “That’s where you're’ wrong.” Barry spoke abruptly without looking up from the pipe he was filling. “The lists are now closed.” Then, as if startled at his own sudden lapse into seriousness, he broke into some absurd sailors’ ditty about “The gal in Singapore.” . . . That was like Barry, not serious for long. by But his grandmother glanced

in' a way Linda had come to

“She's jealous, Linda thought. She's ‘much rather think there was a girl in every port than—just one. And knew that she would, too. 5 | i » 8 B it was not until a few days

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“Im after Judge McAllister’s - girl’ ”?

HE Tuxedo Kid’s sixth . sense warned him of another presence in the room. Warily he produced a flashlight and backed: toward the kitchen window through: whichi he had just entered. He directed its pencil ray, in a swift circle and discovered his fellow nocturnal prowler to be a half-grown Maltese kitten which stared up at the Kid with friendly interest then glided smoothly over to him and Sblee its back against his trouser eg. The Kid's breath whistled through his teeth in relief and he spoke softly to the cat but with mock severity. “Listen, cat,” he growled, “I'm a big, bad, lone wolf and no respectable companion for a nice little kittycat like you. The cat blinkdd, purred softly, but continued its caresses. .. “Have it your own way,” said the burglar, “but don’t blam= me if you get into trouble. But be quiet, d’ya hear? Not a word out of ycu!” “Me-ow,” replied the. kitten; and when she got no result she replated the observation three times more with rising insistence. “Listen, cat,” pleaded the Tuxedo Kid, “scamper out of here, will you? Give some thought to your

a nice little lady like you to be caught in company with a burglar.” “Me-ow,” agreed the cat, but made no move to go. : ” # ” o“ AYBE you're hungry,” remarked the Kid. He opened the door of the refrigerator. “Let’s see now, how about this fine slice of ham? Hello,” he: broke off, “what’s this?” Propped against a milk bottle was. an envelope on which was inscribed in a girlish scribble, the single word, “Dad.” “Dear Dad,” the Kid read, “I'm taking some money from your safe, but I couldn’t get the crazy old door shut again after I had opened it. I'm placing this note in the refrigerator because I know, you dear old robber, you'll raid it before going to bed. T'm eloping with * Nicky Paster. I know you don’t like him because he sings in a night club, but I love him so much, that, weil,

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I'm going to marry him. Please forgive your adoring Alicia.” “Cat,” said the Tuxedo Kid, “you should have warned her. Even you should know better than to let her do a crazy thing like that. That perfumed scemp of a Paster is a gangster and he makes a business of getting his manicured paws on young girls who have rich. papas. But, cat, I got a break, didn’t I? She. says she left the: safe door open.” Re ® 8.» -. N the library upstairs the Kid fingered a sheaf of banknotes and whistled his satisfaction, but a slight noise hzHind him caused him to drop them and whirl prepared for action. “You again, cat,” he grunted. “What's that you got? Looks ‘like a girls - glove.” He snatched it from the kitten, teased her with it, then tossed it back. The Maltese caught it, worried it, then danced out of the library door, her back arched, her tail fluffed. She scuttled into another door, and the Kid, laughing at her antics, followed. He flashed. his light. It was a girl’s room, evidently, and its walls ere adornad with a gpllection of photos, all of the same subject. Snapshots pf a young girl playing tennis . . . pictures of her in yacht- . in basketball togs . . . in neat rid habit . . . one of her in a bathing" suit, posed for a dive . . . it took the Kid’s breath. A tearing little beauty she was,

-and the Kid searched farther to find

on her dressing table one of her in evening dress. He jammed it into his pocket. “Cat,” he said, “I guess I'm going softfbut I'm not going to stand for that oily mobster pushing that sweet little kid around when I know I can stop him. Going to any hin, is she? We'll see about a ”» x

” s 2 : HALF-HOUR later an apartment door on Green St. resounded vith three sharp knocks, followed after a brief interval by two more. Paster opened it cautiously. A supple foot shot in to wedge the door securely open and was followed quickly by the lithe body of the Tuxedo Kid. He jammed an automatic \jnto the gangster’s midriff. Nd “Paster,” he clipped, sharply. “I'm after Judge Allister’s girl. Reach for the moon and keep on reaching

or I'll send you for a long trip in |

the opposite direction.” Paster scowled but reached and the Kid backed out with the girl in tow. C:uns yapped from the alley. near the apartment house a moment later, bu: the Kid bent low over the steering wheel of his coupe. The girl, for the sake of safety, lay on the floor of the car. At the McAllister residence he helped her up the steps. A rivulet of blood was streaming down one of his cheeks. » » 8

“x7OURE brave” breathed the|

girl, and she kissed him. The Kid pushed her from him roughly and slammed the door as he left the house.

Ten minutes later the Tuxedo Kid |-

slipped through the kitchen window

1 of the McAllister residence again,

made his way into the library, glanced about, seated himself onthe sofa and waited. Presently came a soft, padding sound and the Kid flashed his light on the . Maltese kitten. = “Thought you'd show up,” said the Tuxedo Kid, softly. “Gentlemen of my comparatively honorable calling don’t compete with animals like Paster when it comes to stealing beautifiil babies—even if they do fall in love with them—but, after all, cat, I'm just a thief and I've got to steal something tonight or feel ashamed of myself, so I guess you're elected, You remind me of her, anyway, Kitten, I think you are going Come along.’

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