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Dollars to Doughnuts

By EDITH ELLINGTON

YESTERDAY --Toby refuses to let Anthony mope in defeat, They plan a party, discover that Toby is much in love with a clerk in the compiroller's office, They go to a show, sit in the balcony, then to a dance hall. Bee is delighted with the sincerity and fun. She begs Anthony to dance.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

THE ORCHESTRA was a famous “Big Name” band, and when you danced to their music, you understood exactly why. Beatrice had danced until she was breathless. She had danced with Anthony, of course. But she had danced with Terry, too, and with Sam McArdle, and with a dark-eyed lad who had come whooping to their table when he glimpsed Vera. “Our production assistant, Simon's,” Vera explained “She means goat and burden bearer,” said the boy. “May I bring my girl over?” He brought her over. She was a stenographer and pretty. She danced with Anthony, and Beatrice danced with her boy-friend. But they went back where they belonged afterward, and Beatrice remembered the night she had taken Clarence away from Mimi Frothingham and felt a new and puzzling shame. Toby devoured sandwiches and Terry kept going back to bring more drinks. Anthony held Beatrice's hand, under the tabie, every chance | he got, and plied her with food. | Vera teased Sam McArdle. “So vou work with figures. How strange. So do I. My own figure. Hey, hey, wait a minute, don't blush! I was

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home. Sam, it's been such a swell party! I hate for it to end.” “We'll have other’ parties,” he said quietly. And somehow, Beatrice realized, it had all been settled. Right there. Anthony held her coat as if it were the mink he'd never seen. A thought struck her, and she clapped her hand to her mouth. Why, she'd forgotten all about it! She'd left it there in the parcel locker and they must have cleaned that out weeks ago! “What hit you?” Anthony asked. “Remember something?” ‘Yes. I—I think I left something in the lounge.” She scurried off and came right back. That coat bore a label. But perhaps someone had port superintendent. appropriated it. She hoped someone| Mr. Smering, who is 31, is filling had. {the vacancy created with the resigTerry insisted on singing in the nation of Max Emery, who has subway. The other passengers didn’t [taken another position. mind, so Terry warbled in a pretty| Mr. Smering is a graduate of the

Masters, shrilly. “Look at that!” HEIRESS BELIEVED KIDNAPED (To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in t's story are fictitious.)

SMERING TO OPERATE PORT RADIO CONTROL

The appointment of Richard Smering, Buffalo, N. Y., as the new Municipal Airport radio control tower operator, was announced today by I. J. (Nish) Dienhart, air-

fair tenor. U. S. National Defense Training InAnthony and Beatrice sat close to- stitute at Buffalo and the Buffalo gether, without talking. Her eyes geneca Vocational School, where he were heavy. She tried to keep her|yecejved his control tower operator's head from sliding down to his|i,aining, He also is a student pilot. shoulder and finally gave it up. The poymerly he was a broker and agent subway was so broadminded! And fn. a film company. she was so tired! — Anthonys’ gentle shaking awakSnel her, “We're almost there, Bee. 8 FROM INDIANAPOLIS ake up!” i She stirred sleepily, and struggled GIVEN BUTLER HONOR to open her eyes. Then suddenly she was blinking in the light, and| Eight Indianapolis second semesacross the aisle, something waster seniors at Butler University have vaguely familiar. A man, reading a been elected to the local chapter of tabloid. She frowned. She was still {Phi Kappa Phi, national scholassleepy. [tic honorary society. Anthony rose and helped her to| They are Misses Dina Frances her feet. All at once, she looked Barkan, Blanchalice Barrett, Mary again. The tabloid! Why, that was Martha Clay, Jeannie Alice Croas, her own picture, staring her in the Peggy Louise Harbaugh, Lucille Jane face! ‘Langley, Virginia C. Menikheim and “For heaven's sake!” cried Toby Elizabeth Stanfield.

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