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: CHAPTER ONE BEATRICE HUNTINGTON DAVENPORT was 20 years old. She had a shining, dark brown mink coat. She had a shining, black limousine. She had a chauffeur to drive it from one night club to another, from New York to Newport and down to the pier when she went off on a cruise. She had a big white house on Indian Creek, in Miami Beach. She had a 10-room apartment here in New York, where three maids did nothing hut wait on Beatrice, She

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evening dresses, sports lounging pajamas, costume ensembles. There were racks full of shoes and shelves of hats. Beatrice Huntington Davenport had stocks and bonds and real estate. And she had an immense sprawling store that extended in a solid square from Fifth Avenue to Bixth. Beatrice Huntington Davenport had, too, a trust company with huge, chased-bronze doors and acres. of polished mahogany desks at which important looking men in conservative business suits sat— presumably managing the stocks and the bonds and real estate, She had a tight-lipped man whose pictures appeared sometimes in the columns of morning newspapers (but she had never bothered to meet him herself) whom the trust company had appointed as general superintendent of the department store. The man behind Huntington’s had always been—and was now, in his gealously laid down policies and farsighted provisions—her grandfather, Michael Kingan Huntington. Grandpa had founded Huntington’s.. He started by peddling pins and needles and shoelaces from a pack on his back. Lastly, Beatrice Huntington Davenport had Mr. Curtis Weeming, who was small and bald at 73 years old. . ” ”n ” RIGHT NOW, in his office on the 45th floor of a skyscraper on Rockefeller Plaza, Mr. Curtis Weeming was wringing his dry little hands. Mr. Curtis Weeming was pleading, . #But Miss Davenport, this is incredible!’ Miss Davenport, I must protest! Miss Davenport, I simply cannot -allow—" “Bosh, Mr. Weeming!” said Beatrice Huntington Davenport. “Youll

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those polo ponies. This delay fis silly!” - Clarence -was her fiance. The rest of his name was Fernandb di Grandezzi. Clarence was dark, and tall, end fascinating. Clarence not only had to have thesé polo ponies, but he had also acquired, in the last few weeks, a jong and speedy racing car; a cigaret case the twin of the one in Beatrice’s handbag; and some dozens. of custom tailored suits about which Mr, Weeming was still ting. Seber Weeming knew that Beatrice gaw nothing unusual about the ‘gifts of cars and airplanes. But clothes? He ¥wriggled uncertainly. ‘He had no way of knowing Clarence’s superb delicacy. All Mr. . Weeming knew was that Beatrice «+ paid for things. Casually, matter- *. of-facfly, constantly. Jae Another thing Mr. Weeming _@idn’t know was that any girl to whom Clarence was likely to be engaged would have automatically supplied the same things. Because, otherwise Clarence wouldn't be engaged to marry her. Beatrice understood that. It didn’t matter. Two months ago, Beatrice had first laid eyes on Clarence. He was go different from the men she'd always known! He had manners, for one thing. He kissed her hand. He bowed from the waist. He had an accent—slight, and husky, and Continental. Also, Clarence was g realist. He did not, as the sons of grandfather's business associates, take for granted the fact that money was an evil—that one must be apologetic about mentioning it, - -gbout spending it. Nor did Clarence resemble those pther men she knew—the ones who were poor but proud and worked very hard at blueprints so they

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Me,.I prefer visiting. My hostesses was it, I did not see you in Hawaii?” ? * » » THE FROTHINGHAMS: had just returned from Hawaii; where Clarence had been their house guest. = Beatrice knew that Clarence was supposed to be, the property of Mimi Frothingham. So she said, “I wasn’t there, but:I'm here now.” ! And his black eyes looked down into hers while they danded. Mimi Frothingham frowned, from the side lines. And two how:s later, Mimi Frothingham was pearching for Clarence in a fury. But Beatrice and Clarence were in a silver airliner. Flying to Havang. To see airliner. Flying to Havang. The magnificent emerald in Beatrice’s jewel case was Clarence’s, actually. “To sell it-—how foolish!” he explained. “A family heirloom —we are of the Pazzi, you understand—the stone has & history, a lineage. But for a betrothal ring —what an investment!” Learning - of - her engagement, Mr, Curtis Weeming had done everything but weep. He: went all the way to Florida when she returned from Havana, to falter, “This isn’t wise, Miss Dgvenport.” He was a man who always grimly did his duty. “Your grandfather always made it perfectly clear what sort of man he expecied you marry.” . “But it’s the Davenport estate now. Besides, he should have put that in his will.” ' “Your grandfather always said positively you had enough of his blood to be practical!” wailed Mr.

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Rogkefeller Plaza, Beatrice was blazing away about that check. He said, “This is a tremendous expenditure. Totally unnecessary.” “Nuts!” said Beatrice again. “Now, look here. Clarence called me from Westbury, upset because those ponies were not in their stalls. Will you please see that my check is honored at once?” She went out through the private, unmarked door to the corridor. For a moment, adjusting her coat, she

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ing certainly must be put in his place every once in a while or he positively tramples one!” Behind her, the door had not clicked, but stood a little ajar. Suddenly she heard a voice coming from Mr. Weeming’s office. “Why do you take that from her?” the voice asked in exasperation. ‘It was a deep, masculine voice. Pleasant, rich, young. “That girl's the world’s most useless object! There isn’t even hope for the future. She’ll be divorcing this Clarence before she gets around the corner from the church. She’s the kind that’ll marry a prize fighter next and then an orchestra leader and by the time she’s 40 she’ll take up with a college freshman or a handsome rookie cop. The foul heiress pattern! Polo ponies for Clarence! “You know what I think?” The pleasant timber of the voice hardened, and even as Beatrice stood there, stunned and rigid, his next words exploded against her eardrums. “I think a girl like that should be quietly and competently chloroformed. More in sadness than in anger. But chloroformed.” (To Be Continued)

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