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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 finds Constance Corby is another girl now that she has become her old self again. They quarrel and Oonnie wins but something tells her she will not always win.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ONNIE was to win out once more in her plea for a second

honeymoon, if not a trip around the world, at least part way. “Please, darling,” she coaxed Bret. “Think what fun, just the two of us visiting every odd corner on the globe, seeing things, through both our eyes, enjoying them toegther. When we come back we can settle down to the serious business of living. You can decide what you want to do; where we want to live. But first let's have a real honeymoon, please, darling!”

It was difficult to refuse her when it seemed to mean so much to her, when he loved her so much. After all, a honeymoon was one thing that did not happen every day! He had promised not to let her money come between them. So finally Bret allowed himself to be persuaded. They booked passage for the luxurious Prince of Wales suite. Connie's private pullman, a gift from her grandfather on her birthday, took them to New York. At the docks there was such a throng of reporters and photographers, such a huge crowd of curious spectators eager for a glimpse of the young couple, or possibly an autograph, that it was necessary to have police escort, This was Bret's first experience as the husband of the richest girl in the world. He was not at all sure that he liked it. He said he felt as though he were some sort of freak on exhibition. He felt like a fool. “Oh, you'll get used to it,” Connie assured him, “Anyway it seems there is nothing one can do about it. I suppose people do think we are freaks of some sort. Just because of so much money. As for the newspapermen, I used to get angry with them, too, but they are just doing their jobs, you know. We are ‘news,’ and so they have to tell the world about us.” ”

RET said he suposed she was | right. Nevertheless he did not think he would ever get used to being public property. He was certain he never would enjoy it.

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one must strive for, work to obtain; something that lies within one's self.” “Then we'll work at it together,” Connie vowed. “As hard as we have played and lived and loved. We will really be starting our new life together now.” How could she ever have been

afraid when she had Bret? He was so strong and fine and clean. So unutterably dear. It would be good to be back home again. To make that “home” together.

(To Be Continued) (All events, names and characters In this story are wholly fictitious.)

Daily Short Story

MONEY IN OlL—By Jack Mosher

“Does Your Water Always Taste Like That?”

“ IL—here in Maine?” Old Abner McCutcheon spat excitedly in the direction of the box stove which stood in one corner of the kitchen. Hit it. Then, smiling approval of the shot, he faced his nephew again. potatoes, ain't yuh, son?” “No, I said oil, Uncle Ab. And when I say oil, I mean oil,” declared Hutch Stocker. “The minute I sold my land down in Oklahoma I headed straight back here. Got my eye on some property north of yours, where they thought they'd struck oil about five years ago, remem ber?” The mammoth new red roadster standing in the lane alongside the back doorstep was evidence of the million Hutch had received from promoters down in Oklahoma. His equally new suit was a bright splash in the drab gray of that New England kitchen. And as he spoke he flicked the ash from an expensive panatela on to the well scrubbed fioor beside his chair. The action did not escape his Aunt Ellen, who was washing the dinner dishes at a sink in the far corner of the room. Her thin features tightened distastefully. She didn’t mind Abner spitting, so long as he hit the stove. But when this newly rich nephew began flicking

He was glad now that they were going away; they would not be | “news” in other countries.

However he was to find that they still were, to the other passengers on shipboard. People stopped talking whenever the newlyweds, whose romance was so strange and thrilling, approached on their | daily promenade around the deck; they stared as they made their way acrass the big dining room to the captain’s table. When Bret and | Connie played games, or swam in the big pool, or danced, there were whispered, though often audible comments, and always a group gathered as an audience. Once Bret opened the stateroom door suddenly to discover a man eavesdropping outside. “I almost pitched him overboard,” he told Connie violently. “Why on earth should people spy on us and whisper behind our backs and rubberneck? I think, honey, if you don’t mind, we'll stay close | to our rooms during the remainder of the voyage.” Connie said she did not mind. Poor Bret, he was getting a taste of the gilded cage in which she always had lived. She did not mind the way people behaved as much as usual; not only because she was used to it, but because it was impossible for her to mind anything as long as she had Bret. They were very happy during this second honeymoon. Perhaps they would never be quite so happy again. It may be that each realized this, in their hearts, and so made every moment a perfect, shining one. ” ” T was fun, as Connie had predicted, seeing and enjoying everything together. In London they played at sightseeing, and the night spots. In Paris they were very gay, doing the rounds of night clubs and the Bohemian quarters; and Connie, to Bret's amazement, purchased

trunkloads of gorgeous clothes, of | which he thought she had more

than enough already. In India they ¢htained an audience with Gandhi, the richest girl in the world sitting

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ordered an exact replica, in miniature size, of the famous Taj Mahal. They stayed a month at Connie's villa on the Riviera, where the white sands were surfed by the blue Mediterranean. In Bangkok and Delhi they browsed in the street markets and bought everything from fruits to ancient hand-woven rugs. In Egypt they gazed upon the carved wonder of the Sphinx. When they came back, after four months into which so much had been crowded that it might have been several years, they brought more than 50 trunks and boxes and barrels filled with imperial tapestries and brocades, jades and ivories, gowns and jewels and furs, strange, brightly-colored birds in enough cages to house the feathered inhabitants of Manhattan—and even a 10-foot alligator from Hongkong! » ” ” AT we'll do with it all is beyond my powers of imagination,” said Bret. “But, darling, we had such fun— and we had to have a souvenir of

every single place and moment,” Connie claimed. “Oh, Bret, I'm sorry it’s ended, our lovely honeymoon. Will we always be as happy as we have been?” She clung to him, her blue eyes pleading, her sweet lips curved in a wistful smile. Almost she was afraid of such happiness as theirs; it was so complete, so perfect. Could it last forever, remain impregnable? “We'll do our best, sweetheart,” Bret promised, his dark eyes grave. “It has indeed been wonderful. I'm glad we'll have such memories to treasure and share. But happiness is something, as I've told you, that money cannot buy, that is not even ® gift from the gods. It is something

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The lady in question coughed sharply from the vicinity of the dishpan. And when, a moment later, t door leading from the back wootlshed opened and a small boy rushed across the kitchen, she was brisk in collaring him. “Kenny!” she reprimanded. young spalpeen——" “I—I didn’t do nothin’, Grandma,” whined her vigtim, standing on tiptoe to preserve his ear. “Honest I didn’t.” “We'll talk about that later,” his captor said, wheeling him about so that he faced the two men sitting beside the box stove. “Right now,” she added, in tones which suggested he was not to be taken as any shining example, “I want you to meet your Uncle Hutcheson--the one that went out West and made good.” “Gee!” The boy piped, gaping at the visitor. “Are you really as rich as—as they say, Uncle Hutcheson?” Hutch Stocker’s sheeplike features twitched.

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. H-HUH! Got plenty, I guess.” “Then why don’t you give Grandpa some?” the boy went on. “He could use it—him and Grandma. I heard ’em saying on'v last night that if the mortgage wasn’t soon paid, they'd lose—" “Kenny! Hush you!” . Aunt Ellen's hard hand clamped across the boy's mouth as he spoke,

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Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answers ing the following questions, then -checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. What is the most important thing in putting guests at ease? 2. Should a hostess try to put at the same table bridge players that she knows enjoy playing together? 3. Does true hospitality allow a hostess to mix guests who don’t enjoy each other just because she happefls to be indebted to them? 4. Is good food an important factor in successful party give ing? 5. Should a hostess ever repeat gossip to her guests?

What would you do if-— You are giving a dance and the money you can spend is limited (A) Have elaborate decorations? (B) Put most of your money into the orchestra? (C) Put most of your money into refreshments? ” ” »

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Best “What Would You Do” solution—(B) Music is the most important thing at a dance. (Copyright, 1938, NEA Service, Inc.)

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whilst Hutch rose hastily, reaching [for his hat and hiding his embar- | rassment with a spell of coughing. “Need you be goin’ so soon, son?” | demanded Uncle Abner, as his | spouse hurried the outspoken Kenny | off upstairs, warming him with a clash or two in the right quarter. | “We ain't seen much of you, you know.” | “I know,” Hutch agreed, fighting with the cough. “But there are a lot of things I have to attend to in New York.” He coughed again, a positively hacking sound, turned to his Aunt Ellen, his eyes watering. “I wonder,” he asked, “if I could trouble you for a drink of water. This cough is—is—" “A drink of water, Hutcheson?” she said, her features still flushed from the scrimmage with her grandson. “Certainly. Wait right here and T'll get it for you.”

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HE bustled out into the woodshed. There was a moment's silence. Then the sound of an ancient pump working stiffly out there. Then she was back again, a glass extended in one bony hand. “Thanks, Aunt Ellen!” Hutch said, downing it quickly, sighing with relief. Next instant, however, a puzzled expression grew on his sheeplike features. “Say!” he cried excitedly. “Does your water always taste like that?” “Like what, son?” “Well, sorta rusty.” Uncle Abner cackled. “Oh, that,” he explained, “is just the mineral in it, son. We had to drill clean through six layers of shale to reach a spring. What kind of well do you call it, Nellie?” “Artesian, is it!” Hutch Stocker’s sheeplike brows puckered still more as he stood there looking at the glass in his hand, licking his thick lips. “Say!” he went on, wheeling on an equally puzzled uncle. “I've been thinking maybe you and Aunt Ellen would like to go south for a while, How'd it be if I was to take this frm off your hands? Buy it, I mean. I'd pay spot cash. Lord knows I've got plenty of it. So what do you say?” “I say you're plumb crazy, son,” declared Uncle Abner, while his spouse made little clucking sounds, tugging at his shirt sleeve. “What would you do with a farm? . You don’t know a hoe from a--a flock of geese.” “Maybe not!” Hutch agreed. “But I could be drilling for oil. There's plenty mineral hereabouts. You said so yourself, just a minute ago. And maybe if I was to sink a" “Maybe,” put in Aunt Ellen, “if your uncle was to name a price.”

quickly. A clean miss. “All right, by dander!” he exclaimed. “I will. My price,” he shrilled, “is $50,000, son. I'm making it high on purpose so you won't take it.” ” ” ” UT Hutch Stocker was already scribbling in a brand-new checkbook, “Won't take it, eh?” he jeered. “Here!” he added, tearing out one precious blue slip of paper. “It's a deal. I'll have my lawyer draw up papers the minute I reach New York. Let me know,” he called back over his shoulder on the way to the door, ‘when you're leaving for the South.” “Let him know?” said Aunt Ellen, chuckling to herself as they watched their newly rich nephew's big red roadster charge out on to the highway a few minutes later. “As if,” she scoffed, “we'd be likely to let him know.” Her husband strangely. “What do you mean by that, Nellie?” “Just this, Ab,” she said, still chuckling dryly. “You've heard of folks having water on the brain, haven't you?” “Seems I have.” “Well, that sap’s got oil on the brain. And sometimes I think that it runs in the family,” she added, shoving the check--handed over to her according to a domestic practice of years standing-—into the bosom of her dress and bustling to the foot of the stairs, “Ken-ee!” she called. “You come right down here and take your castor oil now. Don’t think for a minute you fooled me by pouring it down the woodshed pump.”

THE END. (All events, names and characters In this story are wholly fictitious.)

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