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| By W. H. PEARS » YESTERDAY — Paula avoids Tony; Chris avoids Paula. Finally, when she corners him, Chris laughs at her fears of what Bix Barney Sherwood is trying to do. But when Paula tells him that her father may help him find a Job with a publishing house, that trouble on the campus would jeopardize that ehance, Chris is willing to listen.

CHAPTER VII

AN AUTOMOBILE horn outside the Gamma Tau house played, ¢Lazy Mary, will you get up?” Paula arose and wenf to the window. She burst out laughing. Chris, seated in: a ghastly lav- | ender roadster, grinned up at her window. - Chris, immaculate in a woolly gray sport coat with a blue scarf at his throat. : “Come on down and we’ll go fo & shaking.” Studies forgotten, Paula made dash for her make-up. “Chris, where on earth did you get this relic?” “Venomous, isn't it?” Chris chuckled. “I borrowed it from a guy who excavated it. My noggin got cobwebby from studying too much,| 80 here I am.” “Have you really been studying?” “I ain't been loafing, Paulie.” . “I'm glad, Chris,” she said softly. ‘They clattered up into the hills. The clean rush of air séemed to blow the fog from her mind. With Chris back in the fold, she knew she would be perfectly contented. A But she wasn’t. Something — she £220 «Hh an didn’t know what — was missing. re So long as she and Chris chattered WASHINGTON TUBBS 11 Paula was not conscious of it. But GERM A BERS RCE e eh — ee gg SN ; when their bright banter ran out AN 60 ; i 2% ITEMENT TONIS WELL, WELL ¢ she felt the need of someone to| |B OVER LONDON DURING EASY. THE FOREIGN AGENTS ARE 0ING MATE CASTRO'S share the silence. with. 8 THE WORLD WAR WERE OUT TO DINNER. BETTER WARN THE 3 “Chris,” she said abruptly, “have. FORBIDDEN BY CRDER ! sovsS DOWNSTAIRS TO PICK UP THEIR yo sen Tony tty” a | Rb AEE pu TTR « , i ; EAS | | : ° I told you I'd been studying. OF SWELL DINNERS SENT UP

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I called about is this: the night after - finals we're throwing a big party at the house. Do . . . you think you could come?” Paula’s fingers tightened around thé receiver. ‘Why, Tony, I — IL.” She hesitated, remembering Chris had asked her to “celebrate” the night after exams. Tony said with a trace of irony, “I know I'm a stumblebum on a dance floor, but... .” “Oh, no,. Tony, it’s not that!” Paula said earnestly. “It’s just that . « . well, I've promised—" “I get it, Paulie. I—I don’t blame you for not wanting to make Chris sore. Well, no harm. in asking. See you soon.” : “Wait, Tony,” she ed. “You mustn’t be peeved at me. Or Chris. It’s just one of those things. “I'm terribly sorry.” - : “So am I,” Tony. said evenly, “but I'm not peeved.” : ® . 8 : » - FOOTSTEPS on the porch: rupted her thoughts. She saw the silver-blond: head. framed in the doorway... ; io ~ “I'd. like to talk to you,” Kilo said crisply. “Alone.” : Paula nodded, concealing her sur-' prise. - “Won't. you. come inside?” “Thanks, no,” Kilo said. “I don’t ‘the dear little sorority sis-

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