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TUESDAY, MARCH 25, 1941 By Williams

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—By Raeburn Van Buren

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SERIAL STORY—

Dollars to Doughnuts

By EDITH ELLINGTON

YESTERDAY: Bernice and Mr. Bradley quarrel, then, strangely, make up. | ' Lunching together, Bee discovers that he is ambitious, anxious to improve Huntington's. She isc delighted, compli- | ments him. He asks for a date,

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

BEATRICE could scarcely wait | until she had cornered Toby Masters in one of the fitting rooms. “Mr. Bradley asked me for a | date!” Toby's eves flew wide open and her mouth gaped. “Eureka!” She looked at Beatrice knowingly. “And you're kinda worked up about it, too. Aren't you the gal who said | she wouldn’t be interested?” {

The store was mobbed with customers they had to hurry back to | the floor. But all through the aft-| ernoon Beatrice was happy and ex- | cited. She wore a Scotch Sale badge, now. She pointed to it, once, when | Mr. Bradley's eye caught hers, and | he grinned. At 5:30, when the clos- | ing gong sounded through the store, | he bent over her as she totaled her sales. “I don’t know where you live,” | he whispered. “Flatbush.” She scribbled the | ,address hastily on the edge of her | tally card. He looked at it, then | she erased it. There was a rule in the store that employees must not | have dates. Grandfather, evidently, | had come to the conclusion that it| ruined efficiency. | On the subway, she wondered why | she had never been as eager and | expectant about her dates with] young men who bore the names of | famous families, young men who spent more money in a week, prob-

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ably, than Mr. Bradley earned in a year. | She caught Toby's sleeve. “Mr.! Bradley! 1 don’t even know his first name!” ‘Neither do I,” said Toby. “But

FREEDOM TO COMPLETE MY PLANS, TO PARALYZE ARMAMENT PLANTS AND SHATTER FOREVER THE (NORLD PROMINENCE OF YOUR ACCURSED DEMOCRATIC COUNTRY! STRUGGLE, CURSE YOU! FOR THERE (S MORE

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I'll ask him as soon as he sticks his nose in the door. By the way,

do you want Vera and me to evap-|

orate?” “Oh, no!” The idea of entertaining Mr. Bradley in the apartment alone left her panicky. “No, you must stay.” “This is Wednesday,” calculated Toby heartlessly. “Not likely that he's got much money, so close to pay day. So he won't he taking you out. Are you sure you want us to stick around the whole evening?” ” n J AS SOON ast they reached home, Toby told Vera the news.

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“She's |

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ment. two in his stocking feet. you see him, Vera. He puts Terry definitely in the shade.” “I don’t value Terry for his beauty,” said Vera. She cupped her chin in her hands and asked dreamily, “Shall we hang Japanese lanterns around the place in honor of your floor walker, Bee? Or would a little judicious dusting be plenty?” “I'll clean up myself,” Beatrice told her. “And if you two will kindly keep the lid on your own particular brand of low humor, I'll appreciate it.” “I can only answer for myself,” said Vera. “But you know Terry.” “What? Is that egg coming ground tonight?” Toby cried. “He is.” “Be a sport, Vera,” Toby suggested. “Take him walking in the park.” But Terry, who arrived shortly afterward, refused to walk in the park. “I want to see this guy,” he insisted. “Here I've been working on Bee for days, trying to fix up a date for a friend of mine, and she’s tco highhat. Yet this wonder crooks his finger—"

“If you tell him that, I'll mur-|

‘der you!” Terry settled himself on the studio couch. “You can’t object if I merely point out to him that you're a very, very tasty dish; miles above my ilk; a user of impeccable diction; an abominable cook, but beautiful?” Terry nearly always made Beatrice uncomfortable, for he had shrewdly discerned too many things about her. She went straight to the point. “Mr. Bradley possesses a Harvard accent to match my own high-brow diction, darling. He, too, is not a toothpick addict.” “We guttersnipes enjow gnawing at the upper classes,” said Terry. “No sir, no park for me. I stay right here!” Beatrice was feverishly combing her hair, trying for the dozenth time to Ymake the curls stay put the way they used to, when the

doorbell rang. She ran out of the ‘of

Handsome Bradley, six feet] Wait till

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bedroom. and I slay you!” She went to the | door. | on on ” MR. BRADLEY stood in the hall with his hat in his hand. “Come in,” Beatrice greeted him. She leaned | forward, “What's your first name?” she whispered. ‘Toby's going to | say something dreadful the first

{chance she gets and I want to be | prepared.” “Anthony. | “Bee.” | They went in together. He seemed to dwarf the tiny living room and Terry cried out at once, “Watch it! | You'll knock your head on the door frame!” “Mr. Bradley,” Beatrice said. | “This is Mr. Terrence Donahue. | Guaranteed worthless. This is Vera Conlon, and, of course, you know Toby Masters.” Terry moved over on the sofa, and Anthony sat down. Beatrice thought “What do I do now?” AY home, she would have rung for the maid and cocktails on a tray would | have appeared. But cocktails were {sinful luxuries in Flatbush. Terry came to the rescue. “Bee doesn't want me to talk to you, Bradley,” he said with a perfectly straight face. “That makes things a little complicated. Because I'd like to know how it feels to spend most of your waking hours in a dress department. Surrounded by dames and bargains.” “It feels awful,” said Anthony. “What do you do?” “I'm a photographer.” “I used to be a nut about came when I was at school. I still have a Leica I trot out when I can manage to buy a film. What kind photography do you do?”

What's yours?”

“Terry, one wisecrack | THE AWKWARD moment had been bridged, and half an hour later |

Beatrice was wondering whether

[Anthony had come here to see her |

or to talk cameras with Terry. “You see what happens when a gal has no privacy,” Toby said, when they went into the -closetkitchenet to make coffee. “This is what broke up every one of my four romances.” Terry and Anthony were still talking when the two giils carried in the filled cups. Beatrice thought, “Is this what {he came for? To sit around, talk to Terry—and waste time?” Her own resentment and sharp disappointment amazed her. She looked at Anthony's dark hair, | rumpled as always, and the clean [line of his jaw, Something stirred inside her. And then Anthony's eyes lifted. He smiled at her, and the smile was like a signal, above [the heads of the others. “How about us going out and leaving these people flat, Bee?” (To Be Continued)

| (Al events, names and characters in this story are Hfctitious.)

10,000 WEEKLY AT SUNDAY SCHOOLS

More than 10,000 persons attend Methodist Sunday Schools each Sunday morning in Marion and Johnson counties, according to the quarterly report of Dr. Guy O. Carpenter, district superintendent.

district churches was reported, along nevolences for the quarter totaled

$6153 for missionary work, $4443 for war relief and $1149 for local mis-

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AT STAKE THAN YOUR OWN STUPID LIFE!

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WE'LL ATTEMPT ANOTHER CONTACT WITH OUR TIME:

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