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Richest Girl in the World

CAST OF CHARACTERS CONSTANCE CORBY-—heroine; richest girl in the world. BRET HARDESTY—hero; builder. RODNEY KATIE BLYN—Connie’s

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BRANDON-—Connie’s fiance. “double.”

Yesterday: Connie decides to see the other side of life and offers a working girl a cnance to trade places for an adventure.

CHAPTER FOUR

HE girl sat down on the nearest chair, as though her knees

would have given way beneath her

if she had not. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Like . . . like the Prince and the Pauper?” “Yes and no,” Connie returned. Again she nodded with satisfaction. “We look almost enough alike, at that. Blue eyes, hair the same shade, weight and height. At least enouch for anyone who did not know us. Reporters and photographers, for instance.” The light in her eyes glowed even more brightly than before. “Did you really mean it when you said you'd like to be me?” she demanded. “Did I mean it!” “Then get out of your clothes,” Connie commanded. She crossed the room: bolted the door. “Hurry!” she said impatiently, when she saw that the girl had not moved. “We

can work out the details while we |

change. I'll leave a note for Uncle Tippy, he's my guardian, a perfect dear; he'll understand, do as I tell him. I can slip out, carrying that box, in your things, and no one will stop me. Here!” She yanked off her negligee, tossed it toward her visitor, who still sat as if in a trance. “Why don't you get started?” Connie scolded. “Someone will be sure to come. You don't know this place, no privacy . .. never let you alone. There isn’t anyone who'll care if you send word you had a chance to go away, is there? No one who would interfere?” “No, there's no one,” the girl said. Mechanically, as though moved by the inward fire that drove Connie, she had begun to unlace her shoes, peel down her hose. ” u ” % OOD!” Connie said. “We can tell the papers I've had a nervous breakdown—Lord knows I would have had if I'd had to spend another hour in this prison—and Uncle Tippy can hustle you out, in my clothes . . Would you like a trip on a yacht?” By this time Connie was hooking the girl's plain worn skirt about her own slim waist. “Like it?” the girl said. She still moved as a somnambulist might, half awake, half dreaming. “I never was on a yacht in all my life. I Hever dared even hope I might ever e.” “It's a very nice yacht,” Connie murmured. Why, even the shoes fit perfectly! This was the craziest, the most daring, the most exciting idea she had ever had. And Connie had had plenty of ideas. “It's 264 feet long, has a crew of 42 men, and cost $1,250,000.” The grl sat down again. “Don’t do that!” Connie reprimanded. “Pull on my negligee, climb into my bed—and stay in it as long as you like—and dash off that letter for me to drop in a box to your family.” ” ” 2 “ Y family won't worry about me,” the girl said briefly. “Besides I told them just last night I was moving out on my own. There’s only one person. . . . But no,” she drew her finely arched dark brows together in a little frown not unlike the one that often marred Connie's smooth brow, “I won’t send him word, either.” Her blue eyes blazed with a hidden fire not unlike the one that often smoldered behind Connie’s. “We quarreled last night,” she confided. “My steady and I. Everyone thought we'd get married some day. But I told him I was sick of being courted with my whole family looking on—there are eight of us, you know, besides Grandma Wertz, who's come to live with us now. That was the trouble, as I told Tom, we never had any freedom, any privacy. Why, would you believe it, when Tom stole a kiss last night, a cop came along and ordered us to move off his old park bench, said he’d have to lock us up if we didn't, as it was after 11. That was when I broke it all off,” she finished, some of the fire dying down in her now. “I told Tom it wasn’t any use. Romance should be secret. I told him I never wanted to see him again. And I meant it.” ” " ” OMANCE should he secret. The phrase vibrated within Connie, seemed to strike some responsive chord. Why, of course! That was what was wrong with her romance. That was what was missing. Romance should be secret, or it was not romance, at all. That was why it had all been spoiled—that awful picture of her, clasped in Rodney's arms — flaunted across the front page of that paper, every quarrel, every time they patched it up, turned into public property. “It'll do him good — to worry about me,” the other girl was saying.” “It will do Rodney good, too, Connie thought, without the slightest pang of regret. “But you'd better get busy and write your letter,” the girl suggested. She had climbed into the big bed and settled herself among the heaps of pillows, so that now it might have belonged to her, as well as to Connie and Marie Antoinette. Its present mistress looked very tiny and lovely —and very much as though she were mistress of all she surveyed. Even Gibbs would be fooled for a minute, Connie thought, and she wished she might stay just to see that grim creature's startled expression. She got paper and pen from the Louis XVI desk, sat down to write her letter. When she had finished it, she folded it carefully, sealed the envelope, propped it against the mirror on her dressing table. From a drawer she took some bills, thrust them into a purse. She hesitated a moment, then added an emerald brooch, a dinner ring and a small string of perfectly matched pearls. She dumped out the new frocks from the box marked Lucille’s, repacking it with a few hastily gathered belongings. “What is your name?” she asked the girl in the bed, who looked so much like her now that it made a funny little quiver down Connie's spine. Surveying herself in the mirror, she saw that she might easily pass for that other girl. She had combed her hair back rather severe-

_ ly into a low smooth roll under

BY ADELAIDE HUMPHRIES

chic little hat; she had not put on any rouge, so that her face was pale. She looked neat and brave and poor. She carried her head with defiance and pride. “Why, you look like me!” the girl in the bed gasped, as though once more she could not believe her eyes. “My name? It's Katie Blyn.” ” ” ” AM you,” Connie said. “For a little while, at least. Katie Blyn. I like that. I think I'm going to like being you.” She bent suddenly, on an impulse, put her

iarms around the other girl, who now was she, pressed her lips against her

forehead. “Goodby. And thank you. You can’t know what this means to me.” “I can’t know!” The girl who had been Katie Blyn and who now was Constance Corby, the richest girl in the world—if only for a little while —appeared bewildered. She caught one of Connie's hands in hers, carried it to her lips, fiercely. “You can’t know what it means to me! If only I don’t wake up and find I'm dreaming. You're sure it will be all right? You explained it all to your uncle? He'll take me with him on that wonderful yacht? I'm really to have all this, be you?”

ONNIE gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “For as long as we can keep it secret,” she promised. She wished it could last for a long, long while. But she knew that that would not be possible. She must

hurry, even now. Make the most of this wonderful adventure. Enjoy to the utmost that freedom and privacy that would be hers for this brief time. Seek that precious something that all the money in the world could not buy. That the richest girl in the world had never had.

And who knew?—she might even find that romance that could be secret—this new Katie Blyn, in her neat, worn suit with its perky white blouse, hugging the big box marked Lucille’s tightly against her breast

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

OUT OUR WAY

SOOD GOSH! 1 DIDN THINK THAT GEAR WOULD KNOCK THE CHAIR OUT FROM UNDER HIM =~ THE

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ON ONE OF HIS NIGHT VISITS AN' 1 JUST MEANT

as she slipped down the long winding stairway, shrouded in its thick velvet pile, along the wide reception | hall with its art treasures the val- | ues of which were priceless, out the side entrance for tradespeople, into the warm sunshine and fresh air that were priceless, too, since they belonged—as Connie Corby no longer did—to the whole world.

(To Be Continued)

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

Daily Short Story

TRANSFER—By Fred L. Bishop

“ ‘Besides, I Wasn't Jealous.’ ”

R. FRANK IRVING had beens

at his desk only a minute or | two, and was just settling to his | morning's work, when Antoinette | burst into his office. She slammed | the door behind her. “You've fired Ray Sawyer!” she said accusingly. “Why did you do | jit?” in his seat. He was in love with Antoinette, his private secretary, and she had been in love with him, so he showed no surprise at this display of personal feeling in office hours.

“I did not fire Ray Sawyer,” he |

sighed, pushing aside the correspondence he had been opening. “I merely transferred him to our Chicago branch.” “As if it isn’t just as bad!” said Antoinette hotly. “It's not as bad, not at all,” Frank objected. “He has a job, hasn't he? And what's more, a better job than he had here. And what of it, anyway?” he demanded finally. His manner appeared to indicate that he did not know what the fuss was about, but his eves knew and were apprehensive. Antoinette sat down on the edge of a chair, without taking her eyes from his face. “Frank Irving, you transferred Ray because you were jealous of him, and you know it!” ” ” ”

“Y DID not transfer him because I was jealous!” he said, glaring at her. He added hastily, “Besides, I wasn’t jealous.” “There now, you've practically admitted that you were jealous!” Antoinette returned triumphantly. “What had I to be jealous about?” countered Frank. “You weren't in love with Sawyer, were you?” “I liked him—a lot!” flashed Antoinette. “And did he like you?” “Of course he did! I had him over to the house three times for dinner. And you don’t suppose he would have come if he hadn’t been interested in me, do you?” she challenged angrily. “No, I suppose not,” answered Frank. “But he didn’t take you out at all, did he?” “No, but we'd only just begun to

Mind Your Mariners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1.Ts it ‘proper to ‘say “please” after giving floor number to an elevator boy? 2. Is ‘it good manners to say “Good morning” to an elevator boy in a building you enter frequently? 3. Is it important that people seat themselves quickly in a moving picture theater? 4. Should a woman remove her hat at a play or picture show? 5. Is it good taste for a woman to smoke on the street?

What would you do if— You are having a few guests at an informal dinner— (A) Tell each one where to sit as soon as you are in the dining room? (B) Have place cards each place? (C) Let the guests seat themselves any way they choose?

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Frank shifted uncomfortably |

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know each other. If you hadn't put him out of the way in such a hurry, he would have dated me.” He asked anxiously, “Are you sure you liked him such an awful lot?” “I loved him, if you must know!” Antoinette was on the verge of tears. She shouldn’t have said that. She hadn’t been in love with Ray. But what difference did it She couldn't love Frank either now, “So you were really in love with him,” said Frank, as if he were talking to himself. The words came from his lips dull and lifeless. Antoinette stood up quickly and walked to the window, She wanted to keep her back turned to him so he wouldn’t see the tears coming to her eyes, try as she would to hold them back. It wasn’t over Ray that she was crying. It was bacause she felt so sorry for herself and for Frank. Sorry because this would mean that everything was over between them. She wanted to care for him, but she couldn’t after what he had done. He had taken advantage of his position at the head of the firm to dismiss Ray, who had only been in the shipping department. And whatever they did now, no matter how hard they tried to let this incident slip into the past the memory of Ray would always remain between them. Not that she had fallen in love with Ray, really, but if he had remained, she might have.

«“¥9 UT Antoinette, if you loved him then it was an impossible

situation while he remained here.” The words, coming quietly from Frank, claimed her attention. “You

couldn’t have married him as things were. He was a clerk, on a small salary, and you are a highly paid secretary.” Antoinette was stunned. Did Frank think he could get her for himself, just by pointing ‘out that Ray hadn't made as much money as she had? She turned and faced him, her eyes bright with the tears she was holding back. “Just what are you getting at, Frank?” He looked somehow worn and tired. “Well, if you think you can get him to marry you there's no reason why you shouldn’t be transferred to Chicago, too. As I said, he has a much better job there than he had here and he makes as much as you do.” That was the real Frank-——decent at heart, willing to make up for what he had done. Antoinette turmed quickly to the window again as her eyes filled. “There will be no difficulty about your transfer, Antoinette. I'll see that you get another secretarial position, with as much money as you make here,” Frank said.

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H, what had she done! She didn’t want Ray, she wanted Frank, but she had spoiled everything. She couldn’t tell Frank that she wanted to come back to him, after what she had said. Antoinette put her hankerchief up to her eyes and the pentup tears came in sobs that shook her slim body. In a second Frank was out from behind his desk and her head was on his shoulder. “Oh, Frank, I've been such a fool. It—it doesn’t matter about what you did. I—I love you, Frank.” “Darling!” His arms tightened about her and he trembled with released emotion. “I wasn't such a cad as you thought. If you're sure it’s me you love, I can tell you.” “I’m sure, Frank.” “Then listen. refuse your invitations to dinner, but he didn’t want anything serious to come of it. I didn’t tell you that before, when I thought you loved him, for fear of hurting you terribly. And he didn’t want to hurt you, either, so he begged me to transfer him to Chicago.”

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from which chilaren learned their letters and began to read. It was a thin board on which a printed leaf was pasted and covered with a thin sheet of transparent horn to protect it from dirty fingers. After the “Hornbook,” in later colonial times, came the “Battledoor,” a sort of enlarged and advanced Hornbook, or Primer. This was a sheet of cardboard, folded to form four to six pages, with an illustrated alphabet on the inner pages and a verse beneath each illustrated letter. The Battledoor was used much less in America than in England, but was known in all the Northern Colonies during the closing years of the colonial era and was used especially by the Church of England schools.

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor ISEASES in which the use of preventive methods is not fully

established as of definite value include particularly scarlet fever, whooping cough, and infantile pa-

ralysis, Experiments made on scarlet

fever, particularly by Doctors George F. and Gladys H. Dick have shown that the method has usefulness. The Dick test gives an idea of the resistance of the individual to the disease. However, the Dick test at its best is not as certain in relation to scarlet fever as the Schick test in diphtheria. While many children have been inoculated against scarlet fever to give them immunity to the disease, not enough is known as to the duration of immunity or its effective ness to recommend inoculation as a routine. There may be, however, certain people who should be inoculated. For example, the nurses and the internes in hospitals for infectious diseases may find it best to be protected. ” ” ” Wy iomme cough also is a disease in which medicine still

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searches for a certain method of prevention. Today's vaccines are far superior, in preparation and wer to prevent or shorten the duration of the disease, to preparations used in previous years. However, information on the effectiveness of these preparations under various conditions is not such as to suggest that every child be given these injections. No one knows how long the resistance to whooping cough lasts. A single attack of the disease is not a preventive because second attacks of whooping cough are not infrequent. On the other hand, a second attack of diptheria is rare. Finally, whooping cough occurs in young children and in infants, and the ability to produce resistance in such young infants is not as good as in the older child.

was thought until recently that vaccine had been discovered that would be useful in preventing infantile paralysis, It is known now that those vaccines were not safe, nor was there enough evidence collected to be really certain that they were useful. At ‘present, no ohe would

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of devitalized viruses of this dis-

ease. The so-called method of blocking the nose by means of various chemfecal solutions is not to be considered a method of raising resistance. Such resistance is a function of the blood and of the tissues. Blocking the nose is merely setting up a mechanical obstruction against the virus, which apparently in the majority of cases enters by the way of the nerves which pass from the upper part of the nose. Until much more is known about this method of mechanical blocking, its routine use on a large scale does not appear to be warranted.

SO THEY SAY

I would hate to be a dictator. I would be bored without opposition. —President Roosevelt, as reported by Emil Ludwig, biographer.

I treated him just as though I

School, 8t. Louis, when a small boy mistook him for Santa Claus. There is no whiskey of the pres prohibition type on the market and very little in private hands-Louis Golan, Chicago liquor dealer,

We have the numerous army of the unemployed, which no one’s wisdom seems to know how to mobilize —Edwin 8S. Smith, member of the National Labor Relations Board.

Last year the farmer had his best year since 1930 -—Secretary of Agriculture Henry A. Wallace,

Most of the people have come to regard Uncle Sam as Santa Claus and the Federal Treasury as a cornucopia pouring forth an end less stream of funds for their benefit, =U. 8. Sen. William King of Utah,

Mayor Frank

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