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what is it?' she heard Bob say, as
her terrified shrieks added to the
tumult made by the clock. The cleo
trio light flashed and there stood
her husband beneath the light, minus
hat, coat and shoes. Selling the
clock from her hands, he quickly
silenced it, then he caught her to his
breast, while she chung to him and
sobbed with relief.
Gosh, but you're a sound sleeper,
little girl! That blamed electric bell
must be out of order. Couldn't get
sound out of the doorbell, and
I've been throwing pebbles at the
window till my arm is stiff. Winters
decided he was well enough to make
the trip, after all, so I beat it home
as soon as l finished up some work
he asked me to do for him at the Of
fee. I concluded you had gone
somewhere for the week, when I
couldn't get any answer to my sig
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you, you crook" Estelle cried,
yet there was not hint Of anger in
the way she addressed him. He was
greatly relieved. Somehow he felt
she wasn't angry.
"And you are the cleverest little
crook, young lady, that ever heard
of. But, oh! I can assure you am
mighty glad/you were little crook,
for it was going to be mighty hard
for me to explain and gain your for
giveness-"
Something tells me I would for
give you, though, for, if 1 am not
greatly mistaken, you, like myself,
happen to be a victim of your own
impulses" And the man felt she
was sincere.
The result of it all was that
Estelle stopped over with his sister
in the white house that night, and
the ELITE" shop, now under new
management, but with Estelle's corps
Of workers, never again saw Mile.
Murray, as they once knew her, for
Mrs. Dick Malcolm runs in now and
then to talk with the young girls and
to buy some Of the pretty creations.
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More than one person looked at this
haughty-appearing young woman
and passed on. Estelle felt that for
some reason folks did not seem to
care for her. They would give her
an ugly stare and walk on.
, 'Oh, to be earefree and to be able
to laugh like those young girls. Here
/ am only Is and feeling like IS, sue
cessful as business woman, plenty
of money everything" Then sud
denly she murmured softly to herself,
mo, not everything sometimes
feel as though I wanted
A voice interrupted her thoughts
and someone was addressing her.
Il beg your pardon" she heard a
very deep, musical voice saying, "but
for a moment 1 thought you were
Miss Haviland of New York, but not
having seen her for five years, pos
sibly I am mistaken.
Estelle was a quick thinker, and
sometimes very impulsiye. In very
sweet, girlish voice she answered the
good-looking man beside her:
81 am Miss Haviland, and you are
let me think-not Bob Grayson? l
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At home she found Nicky's familiar
message gone out of town.
Once she had tossed the note aside
with a shrug of indifference. Now
she read it painstakingly, her thin
lips curling into an ironic smile.
What suave falsifer Nicky was!
Well, he had hoodwinked her COM
pletely. There remained but one
thing to do-play the outraged wife.
Other women might have baked at
such an ordeal. But Leila? Never!
There was too much of the actress
in her.
In exactly Is minutes she was
on the door of Suite 10, the
Glenmore. A slight woman with
pleasant features and white hair re-
sponded. She betrayed only a faint
surprise as she recognized her Wis
itor.
Good evening, Mrs. Give" she
said cordially. please come right
in. You know, my dear, I've been
rather expecting you"
Then, I presume, you know what
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winding it. Horrors, she must stop
its dreadful racket. Was there ever
such a clock? Why, it was just like
a burglar alarm!
At last she had it muffed, and
frantically she searched for the 81
lencer, while the horrible gong growl-
ed and choked and ragged, then finally
ceased altogether, as she pushed
down the controlling lever.
After dinner she read short time,
then, feeling too lonely and nervous
to stay any longer in the living
room, she decided to go to bed. It
was a new experience to have to
lock windows and doors herself, for
Bob had always performed that task,
but she made the rounds of the lower
floor, then mounted the stairs to the
bedroom.
In spite Of her loneliness, sleep
came quickly, and in dreams she
walked with Bob through sunlit gar
dens, where flowers bloomed and
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n EILA!" Give raped a second
time on his wife's door and
waited impatiently for her re-
ply. Presently it came in Leila's
chilliest tones.
What is it?" she demanded.
Thought you were dead to the
world" Nicky chaffed, laughing. He
twisted the door knob in his fingers
and pressed his weight against the
panels. what have you done to
your door. Leila? / never knew it to
stick like this before"
1--WE locked it," Leila informed
him, cody. Nicky's efforts ceased
abruptly and little crooked wrin-
kle appeared between his eyebrows.
Whats the big idea?" he inquired
A hint of tiredness crept into his
voice. No wonder! Between himself,
his conscience and the hall clock he
was getting pretty weary of Leila's
idiosyncrasies.
During the past few months he
had never been able to do anything
that quite pleased her. If he invited
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ETY. country structure not very well
patronzed, was the only place Of
refuge. Ned drove his car into the
barn and he and Peggy went into the
inn parlor. The whole family of the
innkeeper was gathered on the 'front.'
porch to watch the storm and Ned
Peggy were alone"
''Ned was standing, back to the
window. He stood very straight and
handsome with his leather coat
thrown open and his cap in his hand.
Peggy was leaning against the man
tel piece. Ned had never told Peggy
that he loved her because, / suspect.
he had never dared, but this day in
the old parlor of the inn he asked
her to marry him.
Now. Peggy was foolish brag-
CART and strangely moved one at
that. She put her hands in the
pockets of her sport skirt and heaven
only knows what foolish quips she
was preparing to fling at Ned when,
suddenly, bolt of lightning flashed
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the Gorings to dinner on a certain
night Leila was certain to give him
Hail Columbia the instant they were
left alone together. And if, on an
other occasion, he failed to invite
the Gorings, she would explain very
lucidly and forcefully just why she
considered him a "bungling, tactless
brute" In the days of his more or
less sentimental courtship Nicky had
called Leila an angel. Now, with the
marriage scarcely a year old, his
angel was rapidly taking on the
aspects of a Lorelei
"Leila!" His voice softened and
grew penitent. II suppose you're
sore about the card party. Well,
did my best to get here on time. But
with all those new stock transfers
coming in the office force is kept
hustling. Just now my department
is behind schedule"
1T doesn't matter how much be-
hind schedule your wife happens to
be-" Leila interrupted, sharply. "She
can break her social obligations
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after the strain of business. Now do.
you see, my dear?"
Eyes," muttered Leila, unhappily.
What a jealous little beast I've
been! And now, it's too late"
Don't say that, please. Your
marriage came dangerously near the
rocks, my dear, but you have been
able to see the warning beacon and
can still steer into a clear harbor.
When Nicholas comes home to you
remember that he's the best husband
in the world. And like all good hus-
bands, he's human. He likes a little
affection now and then and he hates
to be nagged-especially after hard
days work. The woman who nags
her husband is playing losing game.
I know. But l never found it out
until-until it was too late"
Leila. uttering word of gratitude,
kissed the woman and slipped away
quietly. For several minutes Mrs.
Randall remained huddled in her
chair living her memories again.
Then she rose, walked to the heavy
Jacobean table and picked up a pho
tograph mounted in silver frame.
We'll, old man." she said, looking
down at it with hope in her voice and
wistfJll appeal in her eyes, az guess
you won't hate me quite so much
after this, will your
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nails, and as the window was open, I
climbed up to get in.
Gee, but that clock gave me a
scare!"
What time is it, Bob? Isn't it al
most morning?"
mo, only $780," said Bob, after
glancing at the clock. 1--WE been
since $3.50 trying to get in. oh, say,
Betty, did you hear my 'good-by' at 6
o'clock? l set the alarm so it would
ring as the train pulled out, but I'm
glad I didn't have to go, after all.
Betty, you're brick! Who but you
would think of using a harmless
kitchen clock for a burglar alarm?
But say, grille, what would you have
done next, if 1 had really been
burglar?''
"Oh," laughed Betty, historically,
81 reckon the next move would have
been to throw the clock at you. And,
Bob Weston, if you ever set that
alarm again I'll leave you!"
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while that young man felt it his duty
to protect her. While going down the
second dip" he whispered softly, and
really unconsciously, Never mind,
dear, I am here with you" But
Estelle had heard. and the next glide
was as in a dream. She had forgot
ten everything save the words-of
Dick.
1t was getting late. Estelle had
forgotten about engaging room at
the hotel, and when Dick asked
where she was stopping she was at a
loss to explain.
Come for a ride, Mr.-er-now,
really. I do believe I've forgotten"
They had reached the roadster by
this time. Dick took the wheel, and
was going-well, neither knew
where but Dick felt he had confess
sion to make, while Estelle was hav-
ing grand time with her conscience.
"Mr. Unknown" came from Estelle
in very weak voice. Il never
knew-never saw you before tonight.
II was just lonesome and acted on
the impulse of the moment"
A laugh of genuine heartiness fell
upon Estelle's ears. She looked up,
startled, as Dick stopped the car in
front of large white house.
ooh, this is pretty rich! I never
laid eyes on you until tonight You
looked kind of lost, and, to tell you
the truth, your eyes made mischief
that's all, and l." 4I1 Fo@
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with perfect impunity, l supposed"
ooh, stop talking like the injured
wife in best seller" Nicky begged,
impatiently. John Carter is bust
ness man. He'll understand"
eyes," Leila agreed, dryly, "but
perhaps his wife won't De so discern
ing!"
Lets drop it, Leila, I'm tired.
Come, now, be a good little sport.
Open the door"
Certainly I'll open tat o'clock
in the morning" Nicky heard a. sharp
clicking sound and the narrow blade
of light under Leila's door vanished.
He turned and dumped gloomily
downstairs to spend the night on the
living-room couch.
Leila kept breakfast waiting Is
minutes and, as she poured his cof-
fee, she made casual announcement.
You'd better dine at the club to-
night" she suggested, I'm going out
to Charlemont for some golf, and
Grace Hunter has invited me to
spend the night with her"
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thence of her corps of workers that
made the sales, for mademoiselle in
sisted that a customer must not
leave without hat, neither must she
be dissatisfied.
Mile. Murray, although apparently
a young woman, rarely smiled. She
never overworked her help, divided
half-holidays with them, yet even to
the young girls working for her she
seemed aloof and cold. They adored
the dreamy gray eyes and the long,
fringed lashes of their employer, and
in spite Of her aloofness, they found
themselves learning to love her.
1t was the second week of June,
and Mile. Murray readily saw that
her girls were tired and, despite her
efforts not to have it so, overworked.
She called them together and told
them to prepare to go where they
wished the next two weeks; that she
was going to close the shop, and that
they would each be given two weeks
pay. They were all about to tell
mademoiselle how much they appre-
ciated this kindness, but she drew
herself up haughtily and walked
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brings me here?" Leila asked dryly.
"You don't deny that my husband is
here?'
The woman shook her head.
why should I deny it?" she coun-
tered, blandly. "Mr. Give is there
in the next room"
With Laura, I suppose" Leila
sneered. Mrs. Randall stiffened and
a flash of anger disturbed her mild,
gray eyes.
"No-alone," she replied, crossing
the8room and drawing aside pair of
portieres. Laura has been in Eu-
rope since January" Leila, peering
over her shoulder, beheld the re-
cumbent figure of her husband on a
couch. ill.,.
II wouldn't disturb him just now"
said Mrs. Randall, closing the cur
tains again. "Sit down, please"
Leila obeyed, her cheeks burning.
I'm afraid what I have to say
won't be very pleasant" resumed the
older woman, slowly. Zone night,
about six months ago, Nicholas came
to me for advice and shelter. You
see, I've always been a sort of moth
er to him. Life in his own home, he
said, had become intolerable. His
wife had become nagger and a
shrew. By coming here one or two
nights week, he could find peace
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sufficed. And now he was going
away! Well, she must make the best
of it. He had been taken into the
firm recently, and was no longer
obliged to travel, SO she must be
brave this one time, when circum-
stances made it necessary to take a
business trip.
A hasty luncheon, the hurried
packing of his grip, thousand and
one parting admonitions, then Betty
watched from the window as he
started for the train.
About o'clock that evening as she
sat languidly eating lonely meal,
the clock on the kitchen mantel sud-
denly burst into action. 1t was an
alarm-clock, set in a carved oak
frame, and used only as a timepiece.
Betty had never heard it ring before.
She stood, almost petrifed with
fright. She was not superstitious,
but! She recalled old tales of the
South that she had often heard the
plantation hands relate, of signs and
warnings. This was the time Bob
was to start for the West!
She suddenly remembered that Bob
had wound the clock just before
leaving, as he always attended to
such things. Possibly he had re-
leased the lever in some way while
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: IGNIFIED Mile. Murray closed

IGNIFIED Mile. Murray closed
her millinery shop, 1.-THE
Elite" and as she drew the
beautiful gray-silken draperies to-
,gether, pulled down the pink shades,
and turned the key in the door, she
breathed a sigh of relief.
All Winter long she had been kept
busy studying the various creations
and inventing new ones. The very
"elite" patronized the exclusive shop,
while many young girl, hearing of
mademoiselle's wonderful creations,
hurried up A avenue to look in the
gorgeous window filled with the most
dazzling of creations, and while
longing to possess one Of these crea-
tions, shuddered at the price. Where
fore the. shop was rightly called
exclusive" for only the very
wealthy dared set foot upon its
threshold.
Estelle Murray was herself "exclu-
sive," and even the smart shoppers
who entered her establishment
deemed her unapproachable. 1t was
her creations that hurried them to her
shop, and the sweet smiles and pa
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TT was at a gathering of dis
tinguished men and women
fnanciers, railroad owners, nov
elists of both sexes, scientists, bank
presidents and society leaders.
Charles Marston, an eminent
psychologist, a young-appearing oman
at so, despite his gray goatee and
mustache, was drinking his tea in
the company of young woman
whom he understood to be a rising
novelist, but whose name he had
failed to catch. In this assembly of
renned and well-dressed women
Marston thought his brown-haired,
brown-eyed companion, in her smart
gray-blus suit, her gray fox fur and
gray velvet turban excelled any of
the others in attractive appearance.
During a lull in their discussion of
books Marston bethought himself of
something.
81 noticed a queer expression here
today" he remarked. "The young
gentleman who handed me my tea
replied to my thank you with a
sauve welcome as thunder Strange
phrase to hear in this group, don't
you Think"
The young woman smiled, display
ing her fine teeth. at was that tall,
handsome man in the gray tweeds,
wasn't it?" she asked.
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IA the gravel PAIN 10 MS pretty
suburban home, entered the
front hall and eagerly shouted:
Betty! Oh, Betty! Where are
your"
From the recesses Of the kitchen
Betty called: "Yoo-hoo, Bob!" and,
flushed and dishevelled from her Gull
mary efforts, emerged into the hall
way to throw floury hands and arms
about her young husbands neck.
What's wrong, Bob?" she asked in
alarm, for it was only in the aft
ernoon, and he never got home be-
fore 6:15 in the evening.
Got to go to Chicago tonight, Bet
ty," said Bob, gently. II hate to
leave you, dear, but it can't be
helped. Winters is sick, and there's
no one else we can send. I'll have
to be away a week. Isn't there
someone you could ask to come and
stay with your"
Betty shook her head mournfully.
She was a Southern girl whom Bob
had met while on a business trip,
and she had come just a month be-
fore to this pretty little nest he had
prepared for her. It had been hard
for her to leave her home folks and
her girlhood friends, but Bob had
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Teacherzdo you remember what I
told you about the north pole?
Tommy-Er -er-I-I-
Teacher-You never remember
anything. What is the use of your
head?
Tommy keep my cGSRE from
slipping off
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At want some particulars of this
man. Tell me- the color Of his hair,
and eyes; the kind of clothes he wore
and so on" said a detective, in
quiring of an employer about a
cashier who had absconded. First
how tail was he?"
The employer thought moment;
then he said:
"Well, I can't exactly tell you how
tall he was, but I can tell you, to
within penny or two, how short he
was!"
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"You here again 2"

you here again?"
The Tramp-"Yes, kind lady"
well, won't help you again.
don't believe you've done thing all
this year,"
Indeed I have, mum; I just done
thirty days"
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By Joella Johnson
Na9iZS1 eEnNeSs

"You see" she explained demurely,
I'm Peggy"
The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1923-05-03
Living
a
Bluffs
By Margaret Taylor
ssagIg<y

7 T ENRY KING possessed wha
called a way with gil
He needed it to escane Y
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Va OBERT WESTON hurried up
* the gravel path to his pretty
an suburban home, entered the
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The following night when Mar1orit
Anne saw him coming across Il.
room she covered her 5aGe ViA
trembling hands. Henry
Marjorie Anne." said Henry, who
was noted for his string of broker
hearts. "I have not come here f
pity you because a girl who ha.
beauty within does not need pity
a beautiful face! I have come to asl
you to marry me! I love you witt
all my life!"
She lifted her face to him! Their
were no scargi
Imperial Valley press., 1923-01-29

The office Of Irrigation director
for >the FL Centric district is to be
filled by ballot February Z. It is
one of the most important positions
to be entrusted by the voters.
Vote for Ira Aten and you will
have director who is highly quail
fled.
fled. Aten knows the Valley needs.
Ira Aten the drafted candidate is
Il pioneer of the Valley. Aten has
lived and worked here for the past
Is years. His entire interests con
sisting Of his home and more than
900 acres of land are in the Valley.
BY hard work, logged determination
to win when others were giving up
and saying it could not be done,
Aten has succeeded. He is n sue
Cessful rancher, man Of sound
business judgment and man of
, BROAD vision.
Ira Aten was a success when he
came to Imperial Valley. For 10
years, from 1894 to 1905 he success.
fully managed the Escabada division
of the KIT or Capital Syndicate
ranch with its 100000 acres, its
10000 head of cattle, it's many en-
ployees and diversified interests
,, Then Imperial Valley called.
Only those who have gone through
/ tho successive stages Of developing
Valley land realize that such a task
requires exceptional business ahil-
ity. iron determination, foresight
and efficiency Of the highest type,
Many have come into the Valley
, with large sums Of money, attempt.
ed the same tasks and failed.
Aten Has Always Made Good
The successor Of Ira Atpn 10 con.
Imperial Valley press., 1923-01-29

vincing proof of his ability as fin
ancier and efficient organizer Still
more convincing is the fact that in
the many years of his Valley efforts,
there has never been q single word
of censure or criticism rs to his in.
tegrity and fair dealing with his
fellow ranchers.
Like other pioneers, Aten went
through all the experiences of level
ling, planting groves, orchards and
building his home. Every settler
of the Valley knows the struggles
and hardships of those early days.
Aten was one of the first to real
ize the importance of developing
all the Valley resources. lie en-
gagged in the dairy business and has
done much to develop that valuable
adjunct of Valley wealth. He CON
tinued in the dairy business on his
ranch until the war when his boys
/ were called away. His hand which
is in the highest state Of cultivation
has been developed by himself and
boys.
Aten Foremost in Civic Affairs
Ira Aten has always been fore
most in civic affairs, and has re-
sponded freely with his counsel, his
time and money for those things
/ that have been vital to the growth
end expansion of the Valley. Aten
| served for three years as director
Of No. 3 Water Company. He was
one of the main organizers of the
company and owned 666 shares of
No. ; water stock and 142 shares
Ct No. l water stock.
Vote for Ira Aten. He knows the
problems and future needs of the
! Valley. adv.
Imperial Valley press., 1923-01-29
Know Your Man
IRA ATEN DRAFTED CANDIDATE FOR DISTRICT
IRRIGATION DIRECTOR is A PIONEER SETTLER
OF IMPERIAL VALLEY. ATEN KNOWS VALLEY
NEEDS AND PROBLEMS. HIS ENTIRE INTER
ESTS ARE HERE.

IMPERIAL VALLEY everything to her early
pioneers The rapid development of the Valley its present
wealth and productiveness result Of the broad vson
ndomabe energy and unrng efforts of those early set
tiers who staked their all and
The future destiny of the Valley makes it imperative
that the voting taxpayers place in their offices Of trust
leaders who have that broad vision Men of
stamina good business judgment who have achieved
success leaders whose sterling metal has been tempered
by of struggle and above all who know the Valley
problems needed in office. This absolutely essential
the richest section Of land in the country forge ahead
to the future that is rightfully due.