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and I are working people, even IL
you are not Well have to run
along"
There was search for the little
blue hat. After some moments, Bob
found it behind the divan, where
Annabelle had carelessly tossed it.
How did you ever find your hats
before you met me, Annabelle2 I've
done nothing but hunt for your mil
linery since first you roped me and
dragged me home"
'.And that isn't half of it, Bob
Jeffries. You'll be hunting my hats
and doing other little things for me
the next fifty years. And so you'd
better decide to like it."
IT do honey, I do"
Barbara stared at Bob. Then she
said good night, as her guests gath
cred up their belongings and de
parted. She shut the door after
them, walked across the room and
sat down heavily in an armchair.
T"7 HE Foothghts office Became
more interesting. Stage cele-
IL brities dropped in frequently
to talk with Miller, or to pose for
pictures in the studio. Press agents
Of the higher circles were constant
visitors.
Barbara saw nearly every play on
Broadway during her first three
months on the staff. She became
acquainted with the great windy
spaces behind stage, where she
stood in the wings, waiting to see
men and women stars in their dress
ing rooms. She had tea with per-
sons whose names would have
thrilled her year before.
Coming into the office one after
noon just before Christmas, she
caught Miss Furnivalls eye through
the glass partition. The woman
smiled and beckoned to her.
MAT Blumfeld is with the boss,
just now. Think he's discovered a
second Duse down in the Village.
She's been doing pantomime at one
of those freak stable playhouses the
Villagers affect. Writes free verse,
acts, paints cubistic horrors and all
that. My bet is that she can't do
any one thing we'll
But it would be interesting for
you to meet her. You haven't seen
much OF Bohemian New York yet.
If you hang around when Blumfeld
comes out, where Miller will see YOU
he'll probably give you the assign
ment."
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BIZ VIRGINIA SWAIN

At 5 o'clock they went into the
living room. The drop leaf table was
pulled out from the wall and cleared
Of ornaments. Barbara brought
china, silver and glassware from the
cupboard and set a candlestick at
either end of the table.
AS Barbara was putting the finish
ing touches on the table someone ran
up the steps outside and rang the
doorbell sharply.
"One Of them telegraph boys" said
the maid. ''They always raise the
dead. Hope it's no bad news from
your folks"
Il haven't any folks" answered
Barbara, on her way to the door.
The woman was right. A Western
Union boy stood at the door, holding
out slip for Barbara to sign. She
tore the envelope open hurriedly.
The message was from McDermott.
Having hard time to fill your
place. Sincerely hope you don't like
your new boss and are good and
homesick. II so, just wire me. We
will meet Footlights salary"
Barbara laughed. She took a pad
from the waiting boy and wrote her
answer: Many thanks, but 1 am
not homesick and I like my boss
well enough. Regards to the
bunch"
1.-THE idea OF my leaving New
York, when I've just found itr' she
said to the maid, without bothering
to explain the remark.
She went back TO the kitchen sing
ing. The little apartment seemed
more than ever homelike now.
The chicken was simmering in the
rooster, the skin turning a golden
brown. The cake was rising pre-
ternaturally high. The glass salad
plates sat ready on top Of the ice
box for the lettuce and asparagus.
81 guess that's ALL" said Barbara
to the woman. But II you come
around shortly after seven, I'll give
you your dinner"
ooh, thank you, miss, but I'll
have to be going home before then.
I'll go along now"
Barbara dressed slowly and care
fully.
At o'clock she went out into
the living room and looked at the
table. Every detail seemed perfect.
She brought match and lit the
candles. her face eager in the flare
OF light that rose from their yellow
tips.
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for two hungry men. So Annabelle
will have to rise to the occasion"
Annabelle laughed. II can always
eat. Miss Hawley. But I don't know
about Bob Sometimes he just sits
and looks at me instead. It's really
awful"
Barbara drew the chair up to the
table and brought the cocktails in.
"Oh, do let me helpp' cried Anna
belle, jumping up and running into
the kitchen, where she stood help
lessly looking about her.
you run back to Bob. There isn't
really anything for you to do"
Annabelle obeyed.
The evening wore through. Bar
bara brought dishes to the table and
removed them, poured the after
dinner coffee, blew out the candles
when they began to drip on the table
cloth, and at last cleared away the
dishes.
There was no conversation-only
giggles from Annabelle, lovers non
sense from Bob and weary acquies-
cence from Barbara.
Honestly, Babe" said Bob, later
in the evening, when think of all
that rot 1 used to talk. about the
horrors of natrimony, and then look
at myself now, think the gods
must be giving me the horse-laugh.
A year ago / was lodging marriage
with all the ingenuity there was in
me. Now Pm bending every energy
to make a way to set up housekeep-
ing with Annabelle. Not a grain Of
consistency in me. I'm happier than
I've ever been in my life, and I don't
care who knows it." He looked
adoringly at Annabelle's red curls,
and put up a hand 10 smooth them.
IT think Wen be married at
Christmas and take a trip back to
Indianapolis for our honeymoon. 1
want to show off my wife to the old
gang"
Barbara suppressed something
that was half sigh, half yawn.
Annabelle made one venture in
conversation. my. but I'm glad to
know you. Miss Hawiey. III tell
you a secret. When Bob called UP
the other night and said he'd have to
break a date with me to take an old
friend to the theater. I was so mad
cried all evening. Swore I'd never
speak to him again, and all that.
"You know, the old friend story
is such a thin one. And 7 hadn't
any idea what you were like.
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Thanks for the tip. Betsy. I'd
like to do the story"
1t happened as Miss F'urnivan had
predicted. Miller caught sight of
Barbara as he was ushering Blum
field out OF the office. and gave her
the story.
Barbara caught a bus for Wash
ington Square. The address Miller
had given her proved to be In a
street lined with bIank-faced old
brick buildings, who stair ratings
climbed in parallel lines for block
after block.
Barbara found the number at the
head of one of the innumersbIe
staircases, on whose top step sat a
black cat.
The animal blinked indolently at
her as she let the little brass
knocker fall. The blow knocked
flakes of venerable paint from the
door. The door was opened by a girl
whose corn-colored hair stood in q
miraculous hayrick about her head.
May I see Miss Olivero," Barbara
asked, gazing at the haylick.
Sure thing But ehe's having her
hair done just this minute. Won't
you come IMP
Barbara advanced into the hall.
and the girl stepped closer, smiling.
You're newspaper woman, aren't
you? I'm Daisy's watchdog. take
care Of the newspaper people and
the unwelcome suitors--AND the
bill collectors sometimes. Come on
In here and have cup of tea while
Daisy gets ready for you"
She led Barbara through great
sliding doors of paneled walnut into
a large room filled with tea tables.
Pretty good little tea joint" said
the girl. Handy to have it in the
building. sometimes bring thecol
lectors in here when they get ram.
bunctious. Nothing like food to
calm 'em down. My names Maria
Capri"
She led the way to table and
Topped into a chair.
Barbara took the chair opposite
her. The girl lit q cigaret. Through
the curling smoke, she looked at
Barbara Say" she said, "you look
like ViIiager, born and bred. Why
don't you move down among us?
I know where you can get a peach
OF place to live, plumbing and
everything. You belong down here.
you know
ITO BE Continued
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Thought you might be fascinating
vamp. But, now that I've met you,
I know how silly was
'Whoop-ec Anne. wait a minute.
Was that a. Intentional insult, or
just one of your lovely little faux
pas? Don't you know the worst in
suit you can offer any woman lis to
let her know you think Nher' harm
less? Gosh? I shouldn't think Bar
bara would have anything more to
do with you. after that. Better apollo
gize, p. d. q"
He was clowning. He did not see
Barbara's eyes narrow as he rat
tied on.
Annabelle stammered. "Oh, really,
Miss Hawley, didn't mean you
weren't fascinating, but, now that
I've met you, I've-I-well, now I'm
glad to know Bob has such a nice
friend" Her face was nearly as red
as her hair.
Barbara sighed. Such nice,
safe friend. Yes, know. But never
mind, my dear. My feelings aren't
hurt. Bob and 1 have been good
friends, for a long, long time. And
now 1t will be just a three-cornered
friendship, hope"
After this episode, the talk Ian
guished more than ever. Annabelle
sat In ono corner of the divan star
ing about her with bright. bird-like
eyes, and Bob sat in the other cor
ner, watching her.
After some moments silence, she
turned to Barbara. This Is dar-
ling apartment, Miss Hawley. But
don't you get lonely? If were you,
I'd have a nice big white Persian
kitty-cat. Why don't your
Barbara almost snapped. Because
I don't happen to care for nice, big,
white Persian kitty-cats. And I'm
much too busy ever to get lonely"
Annabelle shook her head. You
must be awfully clever. I always
admire clever women so much-per-
haps because I'm not the least bit
like them. I can't imagine having
to skirmish around on a job and mind
a boss and worry about my own gas
bill and rent. Gee! Men were made
to attend to those things"
Barbara rose from her chair i'm
patiently and Strengthened the music
on the piano. Bob got up and looked
at his watch. TITS your business
to say when to go, Anne honey, but
since you don't do your duty, I'll
have to. It's midnight, and Babs
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She sat down by the window to
watch from behind the curtains; ex-
pecting every taxi that came down
the street to stop In front Of her
door.
AS she sat there, the chicken be-
gan to bubble very loudly in the
oven. Barbara ran out to look at
it. She was opening the oven door
when the front doorbell rang.
She laid down the towel in her
hand, smoothed her hair and went
out to the living room. She cast a
quick glance around to make sure
that all was right. Then she opened
the door and held out her hand to
Bob.
But he grasped II only for a mo-
ment. He was drawing after him
into the room a pretty girl whose
red hair curled crisply at either side
from beneath her tight little blue
felt hat.
n~HIS is Annabelle," Bob said,
taking one hand OF the girl
Fooled you that time. didn't I. Bar
bara? You thought was bringing
a man. But look at herI Who would
look at a man when he could see a
girl like Annabelle?"
SILLY boy" gursled Annabelle.
dimpling.
Barbara held out her hand. I'm
glad to meet you. Bob hasn't told
me your last name"
80 I haven't" said Bob. IT'S
Rogers. But Annabelle will do for
all practical purposes. Well, Babs,
aren't you going to offer us chairs?"
Barbara flushed. why, of course.
but you seldom wait to be invited to
sit down, Bob. Pick out the two
contest chairs and make yourselves
at home for a moment, while / so
look at the dinner"
In the kitchen, Barbara stood per-
fectly still for several minutes, lean
ing against the table. Then she
turned about and went back to the
living room
She heard Annabelle say. "Shchw
to Bob as she entered the room.
They were sitting side by side on
the couch and the birl was blushing
rosily. She had taken off her coat
and the little blue hat, revealing a
mass Of red curls. above a childish
forehead.
Barbara smiled at them. IT hope
you two aren't too much in love to
be hungry. l planned this dinner
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! her eyes wide. You act as if you
like messing around in the kitchen. .
Barbara laughed. We'll, it's an
awful admission. But do like it,
probably because / have so few
chances to do it. Business women
always like to step into the role of
| housewife once in a while. Besides,
have two nice men coming for
dinner. And that adds interest, you
know"
The maid grinned "I'll say it
does. When a woman really likes to
cook, there's always man behind it
somewheres. But watch out you
don't land him with your cooking
and have to do it for him all the rest
Of your life. It amt so romantic,
after the preacher makes him
yours"
ooh, there's nothing like that.
laughed Barbara. We're just good
! friends"
"Say miss, / don't want to be
fresh, but there's nothing to that.
There amt so such thing as being
good friends for very long. You
either fall for him or else you hate
him. Don't tell me. I've been
through the mill. And I've been
cooking these fifteen years, without
no romance to it neither. Look at
those hands, She surveyed her
burned and cracked fingers ruefully.
but I've proved a woman can
have man friend" argued Barbara.
This one has stood by me for a
long, long time. Neither Of us is the
marrying sort.
The maid shrugged her shoulders
and went away.
Every light in the little apartment
was burning. Barbara sank into a
chair and smiled at her domain.
While she sat there, the telephone
bell rang. Miss Hawley," said a
woman's voice. II hope didn't dis
turb you. I did not realize how late
it was till after I'd given your num-
Der. Just thought I'd call you up
and see whether you We're lonely on
this first night in the new apart
ment. It's rather CHASTITY feeling,
sometimes.
Barbara answered brightly. She
had caught note in the womans
voice that suggested tears. I'm
quite all right, thank you. In fact
I've been preparing for company din
ner tomorrow
They talked for a few minutes.
Barbara hung up, puzzled at the
solicitous interest of Miss F'urnivall
and at her evident morose humor,
The next day was rainy and cold.
Barbara rose late, had her break
fast and set about the work of MAX
ing a cake. Her little kitchen was
brightly lighted.
In the middle of the afternoon the
maid knocked at the door. II just
wondered if your wanted any help,
Miss Hawley"
Tmpulsively Barbara opened the
door farther Maybe I shall need
help Anyhow, it's a good day to
have someone to talk to. Come in
The woman looked surprised but
she obeyed. Barbara set her to pol
ishing silver at the sink and then
went on beating the eggs and chat
tering gaily. She had not felt so
light hearted for months.
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BEGIN HERE TODAY

BEGIN HERE VODAI
BARBARA HAWLEY, 25, Tits BRUCE
REYNOLDS. her tiance. because she
TaRts to zee fs shS seS 0pt pe be
man kills himself and Barbara connects
LYDIA STACY, wealthy wld 11% WIN
the case BY means cans Of d. red sSael he re-
fuses her advances. she tells ANDREW
4 MdDERMOTT. editor of the telegraph.
that, Bruess realty firm. " Vale Acres .no, Is
aOf Brmce wcds vIoLETTA CRANKY
fsct9Ey g %no was eo anxlseo Barbara
plunges into work to try. to forget. At
9. women's club convention she ~, meets i,,,
Barbara confronts Mrs. Stacy. with
the red scarf in an effort 70 get l her to
but az the last moment of the trial takes
the stand and clears Bruce.
McDermott's daughter, Fancy who
Is IoneS child " Is born SG1 to 1ioietta
and Bruce and that gives her another
Barbara accepts JOB offered 6. ii in =, a
Ta YORK 81 the fep setEtns 1h tte aear II
ment IN New York she calls up BOB
JETFRIES. newspaper man who was
T HsF reo and invites him over for din,
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XXxVI
I'm Saturday, Barbara reached
home early in the afternoon.
III A maid who worked about
the building was sweeping the living
room when Barbara entered.
Barbara went out to the kitchen
and inspected the tiny refrigerator.
Then she made a list of groceries
and went out to market. At the lit.
tie French bakery she bought rolls
and pastries, at the butcher shop a
fat chicken for roasting and green
vegetables at the grocer's.
She made several trips, laying the
packages on the kitchen table be
tween journeys.
Lord sakes, miss, you must be
goin' to have a partyr' remarked
the maid, staring at the increasing
pile.
Not exactly" Barbara answered.
fJust dinner for three, but want
1t to be very nice. It's my first en-
pertaining In my new apartment. "
She was making for the door again
when she turned back. do you
know where can get some flowers
for the tablet" she asked the maid.
II didn't notice any flower shops
when 1 was out"
There is one just around the
corner a few steps"
The window of the florist shop was
full of asters In pinks and white
and lavender. Barbara bought box
of them and made her way back to
the apartment.
She was humming a little tune
when she entered the living room
FOR the last time and passed through
to drop the last bundle on top Of the
pile.
"I'll unpack those for you, missf'
said the maid, standing in the door
way.
mo, indeed l wouldn't miss the
fun for anything In the world" Bar
bara's eyes were shining over the
plump chicken, the crisp lettuce.
"This is going to be a perfect din
ner."
"You do beat ALL" said the woman,
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Answer to East Crossword
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anyone. Jim Coffroth, the pro-
moter, thought the same.
When Candle and Nelson started
their fight, Candle was so far
ahead that those at the ringside
almost laughed themselves to
death. Candle had to smile him.
self, it was soft. Along about
the thirteenth round the chief Of
police threatened to stop the
fight, it was so one-sided. Nelson
didn't laugh, but kept on plugging,
and in the eighteenth round won
with a knockout.
When Mick Dunn, the Aus
tralian, met Joe Wolcott at Coney
Island in 1896, he almost laughed
himself into commissions. When
the bell rang and Walcott stepped
out to the center, Mick laughed
long and loud, made faces at Joe,
and did fancy steps. 1t looked
more like q vaudeville turn to
him than a fight. He didn't
laugh very much Of q few rounds
later when Wolcott reached up
and hooked him on the kisser so
hard that Mick sat down. And
he didn't laugh at all in the
eighth round when Walcott
knocked him still. Walcott was
little, but, my boy, he was q
dangerous gentl
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CARR AWAITING
TATEN|ENT

COLUMBUS. Ohio. Jan. b..
until I have rsceived and studied
the official report from RefDrs6
Mallory, I cannot discuss the pro
test said to have been made ~
the Pulaski Post team against
washington Palace team said
Joseph z. Carr. president Of the
American Professional Basketball
League. here today.
Except from what have read
Ia the newspapers. I know nothing
about the game. When am
acquainted with all the details !
shall take whatever actiOn II necss
sary..s
BOSTON, jan. 1.-THE Boston
Whirlwinds craWied out Of last
place 81 siamrning the Chicago
Bruins, "a to is, last night It.
was the third straight defeat Tor.
the Westerners since they left
home.
COLUMBUS. Ohio. Jan. H..
The Columbus Kinnears defeated
the washington Palace five here
last night, IS 10 az. The once
famous Chic Harley, Of Ohio state
football giories. played against the
leaguers.
George Horse Haggerty. the
Palace center, injured his weak
back and was compelled to leave
the 1lOOr.
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SCHOOL TEAMS
IN TWO GAMES
By ROSS cONKLIN


Business and Western High
School basketball teams will launch
an attack on two spotlesS interscho-
lastic series records today when
they stack up against the Power
full Eastern and Central quints. At
the moment, Business. Central and
Eastern are undefeated, though
Business is in that predicament only
because of the postponement OF the
game with Central last Saturday.
In it's lone encounter with a
member Of the high school ranks,
Business came out victorious. West
ern was the team that fell before
the Stenographers' onslaught, and
since then Western has been smit-
ten sorely by Tech.
Eastern really leads: the league
for the reason that 1t possesses
two victories while Central has only
one. The Blue and White was late
getting started in the series and
that Is the reason for only having
played one game.
The battle of the year will come
Saturday morning at the Arcade
when Eastern and Central meet.
Most bugs are of the opinion that
the championship lies between that
pair of worthless and both possess
formidable teams.
The passing and shooting Of each
is a pretty thing to behold. II
there is any differences, 1t Is that
Eastern is slightly larger, physi-
cally. than Central But the Cen
tralites make up in speed and foxi-
ness what they lack In stature.
The first game today, that be-
tween Eastern and Business, will
be started at $3.50 o'clock. The Sec
ond will be at 1870 between West
ern and Central.
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ROL AND dull IN
To COL U|V|B|A
- R0ks CONFLng

Roland DuIin. former Western
High School star athlete. has ac-
cepted scholarship rendered him
by the Columbia University ana
will matriculate at the New York
city School next fall Duiln has
been marking timle since he was
sraduated from the high school
last fall. and he has been offered
scholarships In many Of the so.
called constitutions Of higher learn
Ing"
Dulin, blond youngster pos
sessing q why, strong body, was
one OF Westerns bright stars tor
three years. His football playing
earned him d position a. an end on
most of the 'alI-higf" eleveTs. In
one game ii particular. that against
Central in 1924, his work was
brilliant.
Coach Lynn Woodwork. Of Busi.
ness, remarked that he considered
Dulin the best end he had seen In
the local schools.
After laying aside HIS football
togs, Dulin took up basketball and
was d star In an all-star combinR-
ton that embraced Henry Lamar,
Ray CARRIER, Albert Heagy, Roland
Mackenzie and Gichner. The team
failed TO win the basketball cham.
pionship for some strange reason,
but the excellence of the material
could not be disputed.
Dulin was e dead shot from the
floor; he played a snappy defensive
game, and his fighting qualities
made him the individual star of the
team. The two sport rule kept
him from working in either base
ball or track, at both Of which he
was adept.
in DuIin. The youngster possesses
a real athletic brain and build. He
has the nerve and courage so
necessary to college athletes.