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

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Yesterday: Bret and Katie arrived at the construction camp and immediately Katie realizes the reason for the coldness in Eloise’s welcome.

CHAPTER TEN EVERAL weeks had passed, the snow had long since melted, the

men were back once more at work on Bret's bridge and Connie was now an integral part of her sur-

roundings. Each morning Bret called for her to drive the three miles to the camp; each evening drove her back. Connie loved the excitement and bustle, the mule teams with their burly drivers, the husky mountaineers with their sturdy muscles and soft drawling talk, the whistle of the freight train, unloading steel and materials, the log-cabin office with its old-fashioned wood stove. Pop Walter with his shining gray hair and invariable package of

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Then, “Why did you bring her here?” she asked. “I don't believe she's what she pretends to be. She'll never be one of us. I wish she'd go back where she belongs. I hate her!” “Eloise!” His face was distressed; | he dropped on one knee beside her | chair, took both her hands in his. “You shouldn't say that. . . . You must have some reason. You must tell me what it is.” “I haven’t anything to tell you.” She withdrew her hands from his, her underlip trembled painfully; she would not meet his eyes. “I

just know that I wish she'd never|*

come here. And that there is something she does not want us to find out.” “But that’s ridiculous!” Bret declared. His tone was almost angry. Perhaps he realized that, for the next moment he put an arm around her shoulders. “You mustn't feel that way,” he murmured against the shining crown of her coppery hair. “You have no right. . .”

Eloise wrenched herself free, pushed him fiercely away. She realized now—too late—that she had done the last thing she had wished to do; awakened Bret to his true feeling toward this girl he had brought home with him. “I suppose I have no right,” she said bitterly. “But just the same I'm going to tell you my reasons now. I think your fine young friend is masquerading, maybe under an assumed name. I think she’s hiding more than her jewels I came across, accidentally, in her room. I think she’s a pretender—worse—a thief

“How dare you say that?” Connie asked from the doorway. Her head was flung back, defiant and proud, her tone contemptuous, her blue eyes cold as an icy blue lake. Now they met Bret's: “And you,” she asked, “do you think that about me, too?”

(To Be Continued)

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

snuff. Most of all she loved the sense of being a part of the job, | the feeling that she, too, was help- | ing to “build things,” to create. She | could understand Bret’s enthusiasm, | why he felt that this was his work. She marveled now at that girl who had laid in the big Marie Antoinette bed, missing all the fresh loveliness of early morning, not caring enough about anything to want to get up, bored with life, sick of the endless round of social activity. That girl, this new Katie Blyn felt, had been a “softie”; she had never really lived at all. There had been so little justification for her existence. Of course there was a reason for these conclusions, for this feeling of being so alive, so delirously happy The age-old reason that is always the same whether a girl be the Colonel's Lady or Judy O'Grady, the richest girl in the world, or plain Katie Blyn. For the whole world takes on new meaning when a girl loses her heart to a man.

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ONNIE was not sure just when she had fallen in love with Bret Hardesty. It might have been that first moment when he had handed her her glasses and she had looked into his dark eyes. Or perhaps it had happened when he had tackled the bandit in the bus, and she had been afraid for him. Again this miracle may have taken place during that long night, driving over the mountains, sharing its beauty and silence. It did not matter. All she knew was that he was the man she loved. The only one she would ever love, She was glad that she had met him while she was Katie Blyn. Bret would never have looked at her, let alone offered to help her, brought her into his own country, given her work, accepted her as a companion and friend, had she been the beautiful, spoiled heiress to $70,000.000. Hadn't he said that he knew he would not like that sort of girl? That he would have no use for her at all! He liked Katie Blyn, Connie was confident of that. He had told her she was a gallant lady, a good little sport. If he fell in love with her it would be because of things like that, because of herself. It would have nothing to do with dollars and cents. If he fell in love with her . . “All that women think of is romance,” Bret had said. But Connie had predicted that the day would come when he would find time to think of romance too. She saw the first signs, already. A new look in his dark eyes when they met hers, the way he helped her over rough places, as though she were something fragile and precious. The grim set of his nice mouth that day when one of the men had spoken roughly to her over a difference as to the number of loads he had checked in. The flush of deep crimson stealing up into his face at sight of Tim Randy, the state policeman, pompous and important in his handsome uniform, hanging about Connie's desk and trying to make a “date.” Oh, yes, Connie saw all the signs —and her heart quickened, her own blue eyes grew brighter, her pulses raced.

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HERE was only one flaw in this happiness, one person who had refused to accept Connie as one of them, make her “at home”: Eloise with her flaming hair, worn in a coronet of thick braids, her reticent manner, her eyes, watchful and wounded. For Eloise, too, saw these signs in Bret, recognized them. She, alone, recognized other things as well. She saw that Connie’s black dress, which she wore on special occasions, was entirely different from the navy suit that had been Katie Blyn's. The black dress had an air. It shouted Paris, even though Connie had ripped the label

out. It made her look like a princess. Eloise, cleaning Connie's room one day, came across something

else. The dinner ring and the emerald brooch and the strand of matched pearls. She gave a gasp of amazement, examined them more carefully, slipped them back under the fine hand-sewn linen undergarments where they had been hidden. That night when she had a moment alone with Bret in the big cheerful kitchen, where they often gathered, suddenly she asked an abrupt question: “Do you know who Katie Blyn really is, Bret?” “Do I know who she is?” Bret looked up from the stove at which he had been poking. “Why of course. At least I know all that's necessary. Why do you ask?” “It doesn’t matter,” Eloise said in her quiet way. “I—just wondered.” “You must have had some reason for asking.” Bret looked puzzled.

feet, stood in front of her. “You don't like Katie, do you? You haven't made friends with her.” sn = » LOISE'S eyes would not meet his. “I don’t make friends easily. You know that, Bret. You are perhaps the only real friend I have.” “But you need a friend like Katie, & girl. She's tried to be friends with you; she likes you, Eloise. She's told me so.” The girl did not say anything; € was looking into the fire,

back and forth slowly.

Daily Short Story

NEW HOPE—By J. A. Patrick

Mrs. McGinnis Stopped Him

ITHOUT a doubt, Dennis was®

overwrought. “Let me tell you something!” He leaned earnestly across the boarding house table, breakfast coffee forgotten, riotous hair unkempt, his weakened eyes gleaming behind the thick lenses of his glasses. “Until the workers organize and bust up the big trusts, no man will be getting what he works for!” “Good night, he's at it again!” One of the two other boarders at the table glanced significantly at his companion. Both rose and left. “Blind wage slaves!” Dennis ignored them contemptuously. “I tell you, Mrs. McGinnis, it's guys like me that keep the big moguls in big cars and fine homes!” “Shure, and who is it youll be working for now, Mr. Casey?” Her glance calmly followed the course of Dennis’ gesticulating hand, in which still remained a remnant of toast. “That’s right, you didn’t know.” Dennis waited for a few seconds to accentuate the importance of his words. “Yesterday I was appointed a member of the committee to formulate plans for the power workers’ walkout!” Mrs. McGinnis eyed him critically. “I'm hoping it’s a job with a salary along with it!” she hinted. He ignored the reference to his delinquent board bill. . “Money!” he muttered as he rose and stomped upstairs to his back room on the second floor. “The curse of mankind!” » = ” RS. M'GINNIS sighed as she cleared the table. “A fine lad, but he’ll come to no good end mixing with all those agitators.” Then she smiled indulgently to herself. She was personally of the opinion that he was nice, even if he was just a bit daft! Dennis sat at the table before his typewriter and looked about at the plain room, at the blank wall which obstructed his view from the window. It was to abolish conditions such as these that he was dedicating his life, his health—and lately, even his eyesight. But that mattered little. Long ago he had resolved that his life was to end with his usefulness, when his sight inevitably failed. But first, there were so many things to be accomplished to aid his ignorant fellow men! Pressed by the sense of a limited time to work and by

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. If a man stands talking to a woman for more than a minute or two, need he keep his hat in his hand if the weather is unpleasant? 2. Should a girl working in an office with men call them by their last names without using “Mister”? 3. Should girls call each other by their last names without Miss? 4. When men and women get on an elevator, should the men let the women step in first? 5. Should a woman hold a man's coat for him?

What would you do if— You are having a party and

one of your guests sends flowers— A. Thank her when she comes to the party?

B. Call her up before the party and tell her how lovely they are? C. Write her a note after the party thanking her?

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4. Unless it makes for ‘confusion. 5. No.

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YOUR HEALTH

By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN American Medicar Journal Editor T is important during the period of rehabilitation of patients who have recovered from infantile paralysis that suitable braces and splints be applied to keep the tissues in the most favorable positions for

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