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Drafted for Love

By RUTH AYERS

YESTERDAY — Ann accuses April of being in love with Kent. But there is mo bitterness in her heart—only admiration for April's attempts to protect her sister's happiness. The .morning of .the wedding, Ann disappears. April finds a letter addressed to her in Ann’s room.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“DEAR APRIL—I'm on- my way back to New York. , Yesterday when you came in from the hearing in court, I was talking on the telephone. It was a call from New ‘York. Vivano told me the night of the audition that I would never make a concert singer. “But someone else was at the audition that night who felt rather differently about it. Through this friend, I had an offer yesterday for a contract on a radio program. Oh, I may never be the famous songbird I hoped but this will mean a career in music, and that’s all I ask. “TI wasn't quite sure what my answer “would be yesterday but I knew last night. “April, you would have kept qulet the rest of your life to spare me, but there were other things entering into it. Kent's Aunt Elizabeth—a frightening old person, isn’t she—let something slip. She liked you, April. / “And Kent himself. When I saw his face last night after we had found you crying, I had the real answer. “I thought I loved Kent, and at first I was jealous because I suspected you had fallen in love with him yourself. But Kent and I had quarreled once about my singing and we would have quarreled again. That's why this chance to ph gives me a way out. . I've left another note for Mother and Dad because explanations wouldn't have done any good at this eleventh hour. “There's only one request I want to make of you. You must be the one to tell Kent. “Please believe me when I say this finds me in seventh heaven. My hope is that you'll be there, too —with Kent. Ever your sister— Ann.” ! * : 8 8 =» FOR A long time, April held the letter. _¥f it had been written a week ago, a day ago, it would have changed thé future. Now it had come too late. 8he went downstairs to telephone Kent. The quickest way would be the easiest in the end. “Kent?” “Yes, Ann—I've been up for hours. Sort of thought I'd hear from you.” April‘ steadied the receiver. Kent had called her Ann. All right, let him think she was Ann until she had told him herself that Ann had gone away. He might not even see her if she said she was April. “I'm taking the roadster out. I'll

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“Pine,” he said. But he didn’t gay it in the same glad, ringing voice as on that day when she had 'ohoned him before their drive to the ‘windmill farm. As she drove up the hill in the car, the sky was still streaked in the east with copper and gold. And there was a certain fragrance in the air. He was waiting at the gate and} when he saw that:she was April, curly yellow hair, rakish beret and jaunty coat, he strode angrily to the

He kissed her recklessly, dizzily, and right in the full view of the gingerbread Carter house where no doubt the gingery old great-aunt could see. Then he eyed the April of the blue eyes and the daffodil curls with a certain wondering curiosity. “Some day,” he said, “you can tell me the whole story from beginning to end.” “I can tell it to you now,” she answered. “The beginning is that I was drafted for love. The end is— well, that’s just it. There is no end.

April shifted gears, started the : 0 motor. “Ill hurry along,” she said. ‘“There’ll be things to be done at home. I'm sorry, Kent, it had to turn out this way.” In another instant the roadster would shoot down the hill again, turning its back on Kent and the gloomy old house, this time for all time. “Dan’t ga yet,” Kent said. “There’s something else wanted to say?” “You might tell Ann when you

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car. “Another qQuerades?” “No—no, it isn’t.” “Where's Ann?” “That's what I came to tell you.” HE LEANED hard against the car door. “What 0 you mean? Has she gone away?” “Yost New York. She left me a letter.” “If this is one of your ideas of charm and cleverness—" “Please, Kent,” she begged, and the way she said it must have impressed itself on him because he stood up and the grim lines left his mouth. “Tell me the rest; all of it.” “She had a chance to sing. A wonderful contract. She thought it would mean more to her than—well, than marriage. Maybe you can reach her by telephone. Maybe you cah get her batk. Planes will be flying today and the wedding isn’t until 5 o'clock.” Kent kept silent for what seemed an endless time. Then he said, “No, if she wants it to be lke that I . wouldn't try to get her back. I haye . @ feeling it's for the best.” As she looked at him, April k

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write that I want her fo be happy.1 And also, that as long as there'll be no wedding, I'm returning to camp.” “Yes, I'll tell her—and good luck, Kent.” “Thanks—and to you, April. You deserve the best. I had you all wrong, April, right from the first when I called you the Glitterbug.”

SUDDENLY, April switched off the throbbing engine. “Kent Carter,” she said, “we're talking here like strangers, making up polite conversation. I don’t want your good luck! I don’t want you to say you were sorry or that you had me sll wrong!” ; The April storm was rising in her at last. She began to pound her hands on the steering wheel. Kent reached over and in some wav was beside her. “What do you want?” he asked. “You! You, of course! Lasi night when I told Hal Parks I could never marry him, he said that with some people love might be slow blooming, but with me it was like lightning that struck once—and fast. Don’t

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(THE END)

(All events, names and characters in this

story are fictitious.)

The Times’ New Serial Story, “DOLLARS TO DOUGHNUTS,” Starts Tomorrow.

COLLEGIAN PROCEEDS WILL GO TO BRITAIN

A special issue of the Collegian, Butler University newspaper, will be published by the university’s chapter of Sigma Delta Chi, national honorary journalism fraternity tomorrow for the benefit of the “Bundles for Britain” campaign. William Shipley, editor of the paper, will be in charge and Robert Schalk will be the managing editor. Other members of the staff are James Neal, city editor; Richard Mohr, telegraph editor; Max Stultz, sports; Samuel Chernin and James Farmer, inakeup, and George Welden, Robert Renz, Paul Squires

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