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to press her suit for divorce.
We have ample proof that this
and our other evidence is .genu-
Inc. No doubt your client will
see the folly OF her action.
Should she insist on the proceed
tngs, we shall unhesitatingly lay
all cards on the table,"
All cards on the table! She
struggled to free her mind from
the heat and the faintness. This
letter of Ramon had he
written it? How did Murillo get
hold OF it? Lord, how!
And suddenly she remembered.
Saw him standing before the hat
rack that morning after she had
written the letter Of dismissal;
after she had received the emer-
aid.
Murillo had stood at the hat
rack in the old home, shutting
the letters brought in the mail.
How she had flashed down the
stairs and snatched them from
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; via tonight when you weren't
kissing herr"
Gloria was whipping herself into
an insane frenzy. Suddenly all
sense Of values left her and she
was possessed Of a mad desire to
inflict pain on this man whom she
loved SO deeply and who appar-
emily had wearied and tired Of
her.
I'm through, tell you. I'm
going to leave you. I'll get
divorce"
But a divorce would mean free
dom for him, freedom to marry
Sylvia. And that she could not
stand. Another girl. If he couldn't
be all in all to her he would never
be the lover OF another woman.
In the top drawer Of his dresser
was a blue steel automatic
Teddy once had taught her how to
use it. She was not afraid Of it.
In a moment 1t was In her hand
and she was pointing it at him
with a hand which trembled.
I'm through she repeated.
Some quality in her voice caused
him to open his eyes, and raise
himself on his elbow.
Don't: Don't, Gloria! Don't be
fool! That thing is loaded.
Shoots Him
He never finished the sentence.
Gloria did MT know that her finger
had contracted on the trigger.
But suddenly there was a flash and
report. A cry from Teddy that
was half a sob, and In a second a
widening crimson bloteh was stain.
ing the breast of his pajamas as he
fell back On the pillows!
I've killed you!" Gloria did not
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Jealousy and istt01icGti0m are
q dangerous combination. This
Is the story of a Uife sOho tried
20 murder her husband did
shs Just imagine 1t
$40 you think it was nice,
- kissing Sylvia Lake In
front Of everybody? Answer me
that
Teddy Gardner's wife controlled
herself with difficulty as she
paused In the act Of undressing
TO fling this question at the re-
cunlbent form Of her husband on
the bed.
Teddy, his eyes closed in ap-
preaching sleep, smiled to himself
It was nice IL the truth were 70
be known. Only he didn't think
It wise to say SO at this moment
to Gloria.
'The trouble with you, my
dear" he mumbled sleepily, els
you're jealous. You always get
sore at or after a party. You
know perfectly well there's moth.
ing between me and Sylvia any
more than there Is between me
and any Of the other girls whom
I flirt with at Cynthia's cocktail
parties"
"If I am. I've good grounds
70 be. L"
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stirring Serial of Beautiful Girl Afame With the Joy OF
Living, Who Enters Into LOyeless Marriage
to Please Her Family

called it a lone, poetic tree. The
moon made lighted figures that
flashed across the waves.
I'VE watched and then you
looked at me. see your pale.
wondrous face and the smile of
it as kissed you. You said:
This Is beauty: this is sweeter
and finer than anything I've
ever known.
''Can get free of this? Can
I put this image from me?
.sCan you? Sandy, can you for
get ALL THIS?
Much easier to tear my heart
out bodily, tear out all the nerves
Of my body. than to take from
my spirit the thought OF you.
You are burned in me. Life can
not release the one or the other
OF US. I hold you burned In the
very fiber Of my being. You are
there. II go-if / die, then you
must also die. We are onei
SANDY, you know it. What
you gave was love. You don't
want to take 1t back. And you
CAN'T! You are sending me away
"
ter for both OF us. You think
Of me first and yourself second.
You say my life is marred be-
cause OF you. Let 1t be marred.
Let 1t be ten thousand times
marred.
"T'Il 20 away. I'll wait through
long, bitter years. Only let me
hope. Time cannot be long that
holds the thought-the mad,
sweet, joyous thought Of your re-
turning.
LET me see you once again.
An hour-a-moment One word
of hope. Tomorrow VIII come
for that one brief instant that
shall tell me to go trusting In
you--teil me to go holding our
love the sacred dream OF a bet
ter and not too distant day. To-
morrow at z
or oh, my dearest
Sandy leaned against the desk.
White-hot mists circled about her,
She had to breathe their heavy,
overpowering heat.
With her face averted she ask
ed in q distant, unnatural voice
Where did this Letter come from?
! never saw this letter. before
And she was conscious OF her
uncle coming to her, saying a
thing she only vaguely heard
His attorney gave 1t to me. Did
you read that message across the
top, the part typed in red?'
In red, across the top Of the
letter was a note:
This is a sample Of the evil
dence we shall produce should
your client, Mrs. Murillo, care
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; husband amt dead. He's able to
move about. Let's go right UP.
Now, don't carry on so.
They assembled the stairs, the
policeman leading. AS they en-
tered the bedroom Gloria emitted
a sudden cry and the policeman
smiled.
Teddy was sitting In a half re-
clining position against the pill
lows. There was q glass Of what
looked like whisky and water on
the table by his side. He was
clad In a bathrobe or pajamas.
There was q smile on his lips,
though his face was pale. And
there was no sign Of blood nor of
the gun!
Just Another Drink
Hello, Casey!' he grinned, come
in and have a drink. The wife
and I've had several tonight, sew
eral. In fact, officer, I think
she's had too many. But another
little drink won't do any OF us
any harm"
Gloria gulped. Officer Casey
took off his helmet and scratched
his head. Teddy continued to
grin complacently.
whats my wife been telling
your" he demanded. "She lit out
of here a few minutes ago saying
she was going to see If the hall
door was shut"
This was not a convincing lie
hut It passed muster.
Suddenly Gloria found her voice.
"Didn't-didn't IL just shoot
you?" she asked.
Teddy burst out into peal OF
CHEEKY sounding laughter. What
next?" he cried. Say, you better
lay off the booze for a while or
youth be imagining all kinds of
queer things. But help yourself
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r THINK / must have fallen
asleep, because don't re-
l. member Bobby and Bunny
leaving me as we laZily~ rested
on that little hillock after lunch.
But when I woke up 1 missed
Bobby, and then 1 looked around
for him. There he was. thought,
under the brow OF the hill. I
could just see his white cap. !
called:
"Bobby, Bobby, we'd better
start on now" but Bobby didn't
answer. Again / called, but no
answer, and / could have thrown
a stone and hit the top of his
hat. l called Bobby sharply once
more, but that cap didn't move.
BY now / was growing impatient.
/ jumped to my feet and walked
to the edge Of the hill, where it
sloped down, and then / burst
ouG lAMghinR because Bobby
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Jealousy and a Pistol

: recognize her own voice. The gun
clattered to the floor from her
nerveless fingers as she felt herself
about to swoon. Teddy was silent.
His eyes were shut. The red splash
was increasing in size. i've killed
you," she moaned. Then, as no
answer came to her she was filled
with uncomfortable fear. Flinging
open the door she dashed from the
room, down the stairs and into the
quiet suburban street. hatless,
slippered and in negliEee she flew
along the sidewalk. she did not
know where.
Behind her followed the vision
Of his white face, the closed eyes
and the staring splash of red on his
breast. She had killed him! Tho
man she loved.
Faster and faster she ran, her
slippereG feet making little noise
on the sidewalk. She was oblivious
Of her surroundings and every
thing. She did not notice, hiding
in the shadows Of a tree, Casey,
the policeman on the beat, who sud
denly planted himself in front of
her, stopping her with a surprised
"Why, Mrs. Gardner"
He was used to. the lively doings
in many of the houses in the smart
neighborhood, but a young woman
half undressed, running by herself
at o'clock in the morning. was
something entirely new.
Gloria Jerked herself to q stand
still. "Oh, Casey" she said. Then
suddenly burst into tears.
"Now, now, Man," said the
police officer in the tone one uses
to. a little child, you're all right"
She threw her head back and
laughed s. low, hollow laugh which
somehow had horrible sound,
especially as the tears were still
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good-by as though body and soul
of you were not joined irrevoca-
bly, to mine.
God! Sandy, can you think of
that night when you ran to me
in the rain: when your dear,
loved hands reached out; your
sweet dear voice called. You
called me back--a song riding in
the wind Ia music thrilling
through the storm. The wind is
melody since, then. You called
me to you: to what heights Of
a joy now maddenfng to the
memory: to boundless, undreamed-
of giadness your love,
Sandy!
All OF it mine. Mine for hours
and days and ths-nearly a
And now you want it ended.
Ended. I say this frightful
word. My mind is black. / am
asraid-not for myself, but for
the harm ] may do to you-you,
loved and lost.
II sit here fighting to control
myself-tO do nothing that can
lay a wound on your heart.
But / am unable to think,
because flames leap In me-the
white, deadly flame Of insanity
and despair.
You tell me to go. Do you
know you are telling me to die?
don't mind. In q, few moments
1t would be over. I will die. I
plan this.
And then returns the image
OF you, the face of you. / see
you that midnight when we stood
against the cypress tree. You
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him his slow. disdainful smile:
his malicious: "Ah, you have
things to conceal, my dear?"
Already he had pocketed this
letter; he had slyly removed It
from the stack.
So he knew-he knew. Not de
tail escaped him.
And now, sickeningly. she re-
called that Ramon had talked OF
this letter when he came on that
wild night OF wind and rain: when
he stopped her as she came from
the movie with May Arliss.
All, Ramon had waited ct the
pier the previous evening. He
had waited till o'clock
She took the letter and twisted
II slowly. She twisted 1t as
though it were a living thing and
she were killing it.
Unknowingly, bitter, moaning
sounds moved on her lips. Then
she put out her hand.
It was caught in that OF her
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wasn't there at all! 1t was only
his hat which he had hung on
the top branch Of a bush, AMI as
I turned around saw Bunny and
Bobby ruuuing toward me from
the opposite direction.
whats the joke, Foxy Grand
PAT" asked Bobby. And then
told him how his hat had fooled
me.
"That reminds me of a story OF
an old kaffir I heard about once
way off in Rhodesia in Africa"
'Oh, please tell me about him,
Foxy Grandpa" urged Bobby,
leading me over into the shade
of a tree.
"Once upon a time there was
a poor old kaffir, an old colored
man, who lived in a little village
in Rhodesia. One evening when
no was trudging along through
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he held his breath and wondered
il his plan would work. Then
sliding over the precipice, he
quickly took off his hat, put IT
on the end of the branch and
held it up so that just the top
of his hat showed above the
ledge.
He had hardly raised his hat
when--smash! bang; over the
ledge crashed the lion as he
hurled his weight at the hat,
thinking to seize his victim in
his great paws.
Down into the chasm below
hurtled the lion and the old
kaffir drew long sigh of relief
as he saw the lion lying limp and
helpless below"
Foxy Grandpa" said Bobby
very earnestly, that's g. good
thing to know about, isn't 1t, if
you ever meet q lion2"
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TWO FAMOUS WOMEN
BORN IN SAME YEAR
Queen Victoria and Lydia E. Pinkham

Marshall, Illinois. my sec
ond child was born, never saw q
well day for I'VE years. My father
was telling his druggist about my
condition, and the druggist insisted
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound and
have me try it, as it had helped his
wife. / had given up. but to please
father and mother, ! commenced
taking your medicine and in a week
/ had begun to feel better. When
passed through the Change OF
Life, i was taking the Vegetable
Compound and had no trouble or
any kind."-MRs. ANNA MCEENRY.
1905 E. Plum St., Marshall. Illinois.
Another Woman Helped
Philadelphia, Penna.-Mrs. Caro-
line Macy, OF 2717 Sears ST., In Z
recent letter to the Lydia e. Pink
ham Medicine Co.. says that after
her child was born she was in q
very weak condition. She could not
seem to regain her health and went
to her mother for advice. She told
her to try Lydia e. Pinkham's Vege-
table Compound, as 1t had helped her
when in like condition, and 1t has
helped her mother also. So Mrs.
Macy started taking 1t. She felt bet
ter after taking the first bottle.
after taking six bottles her weak
ness and other troubles disappeared,
and she is never done praising the
Compound.
In some families the fourth gem
GRAFTON Is learning the merit OF
Lydia e. Pinkham's Vegetable Com
pound.
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CHAPTER SIS

with the stIddenness Of =
LIGHTNING flash. Bob Mcneil leaped.
me two men whirled across the
roonl. Queer flrottIed sounds an
syvered with & low, c1rsing 1ury.
MlIrfIIoss head banged against the
wall. Slowly, terribly. Bob Nc
NeiTs fingers tightened until the
veins in Murillo's forehead stood
out in blue cords.
Sandyss eyes shut with horror.
aeeing that bullying. enpurpled
face. she ran to her uncle. BOns
Don't. God let goIy
He gave her q sharp. ifiquirii1s
look. Quietly the furious clasp
MnrilIo's mouth hung open with
q long. sobbing gasp. Tears fnax
he tried to blink away cOuraed
down his cheeks.
before he could raise the.
doubled fists. Mcneil showed him
to the door, pulled it open,
caught the limp form BY the
aholIIders and sent it spraVilng
fo the street, 'Call again when
YOU want some Inore!
Livid and muttering. Murillo
scrambled to his feet. He glanced
swiftly up and down the block;
made d spring for his car. Face
distorted, teeth barred, he stuck
out his head: 'sMurdererl Youth
pay for thisr'
Mcneil laughed and banged the
door. He swept one hand over
the other as though to rid them
Of dirt. II should have done
this long ago"
Sandy. her back turned, took
that letter or Ramon's. folded It
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the jungle, he heard a scuffling
in the bushes alongside of him.
He looked up and there was d
huge lion glaring at him! His
eyes shone like two balls of fire
out of the dark of the thicket!
1.-THE poor kaffir shook with
terror. He had no weapOn-not
even q small knife. There was
nothing for him to do but go on
as fast as he could.
what could he do?
Then a thought flashed into his
mind. Just ahead of him was
a precipice and he knew that just
below was a ledge, because he
had climbed there often when he
was strong, young fellow. So
he FASTENED his steps and as he
passed a bush he tore off q small
branch.
';AnprOaohing thot prscipioa.
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streaming down her cheeks. "An
right? Casey. All right2 1--we
Just killed my husband. / shot him
He's-7e's back there"
Casey caught her as she col
lapsed i'm his arms. She recovered
herself Immediately. tt sup
pose we ought to go back there
so YOU can see. And-and I sup
pose you'd better arrest me now"
She COIIapses
Casey peered at her closely In
the light Of a street lamp. Un-
doubtedly she had been drinking.
Still it was unbelievable that
what she said was true. The
Gardeners were such a nice young
eouOle. And so happy, every
one said. OF course, they were a
bit wild, but wasn't everyone In
the neighborhood that? What
with the liquor they got these
days and the advanced ideas OF
the younger generation how could
they be anything else!
"I'll go along with you, Mann.
he said, Maybe everything amt
as you think it is"
"Oh, Casey" she moaned sud.
denly sobered, "if it only weren't!
Why did I do it! Why did I do
It'll"
Casey took a firm hold, Of her
arm. He believed her now.
The distance that had taken
Gloria only a few moments to
cover required longer as she and
Casey walked toward her house,
but finally they arrived and she
took him in through the door
which she had forgotten to close.
In the hall the officer paused and
listened.
Anyone else home?" he asked.
Gloria shook her head. mo.
This Is the maids night out"
"WAlI then if there Amt Yonr
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uncle. Gently he took the letter
from her. smoothed It out. In
the quietest voice she had ever
heard he asked: is It true.
sandy? IL It true. kid7''
She looked at him, distracted.
She said swiftly IN broken voice:
"oh, yes. why. yes. Bob its.
true"
cts not signed"
''No, It isn't signed. He didn't
sign it." She began to laugh.
"Oh, he never signed his letters"
"YOu might try denying it.
She pressed her palms against
her throat as though she wished
to strange her life out.
He says he has other evidence.
Ah-maybe he followed US. One
night, / was sure someone fol-
lowed us"
She. now smiled. She reached
for her purse. She said: II
guess IN go, Bob. think III go.
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slowly blanchsd ana without
thought e. though her heart bad
ceased to beat.
Il guess III 90. Bob. \ might
Is well 50 now. She raised her
eyes. brought trembling smile
to her lips. TITS too bad I had
Is spoil your case. Isn't it!''
'.Poor little kid. It's damn.
shame. ne held sandy's elbows:
There, you'll be All right Maybe
we can get you out of Il vet.
ri drop around tonight. Talk It
over with you. Want me ~
drive you homer
She shook her head; u
frenzy TO be alone suddenly
overborne with the wish to CRY.
to cast herself on the ground
and beat maddenIy with her
fists.
sItss all overall over she
found herself WhimpeEing IS she
hurried past familiar GtOreas -
she bowed dizzily 70 old Mrs.
March standing iii the doorway.
Fl better stop crying Oh Lord,
Lord
Al bright January sun made the
water dazzle: made the islands
loom dark and clear across the
channel.
sandy walked slowly along the
pier. At the Tar end she sat down.
letting her Heet dangie.
How eaay to slide down to the
edge, plunge downward. might
as wen. why don't II / won
der why don
She had RamOr1ss letter I'm her
hand. Like q living and piteous
thing like himself e. ne stood
that night in the rain Folding her
to him, water from his white,
despairing face falling ON hers.
He said she was burned In him:
burned into the fiber OF his be-
ing. He was gone vet thehe words
OF his remained.
co Be Continued TOnlOETOwl
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; to one now, and give Casey one.
too.
Gloria ala as she was bid and
presently Casey departed after
they had all laughed over what
Teddy called 1.-THE Joke. But
after he had gone and Gloria had
come upstairs after fastening the
door Teddy said in suddenly weak
tones:
Honey, better send for the doc
tor. You see It wasn't q joke.
You really did shoot me. He
opened his bathrobe and disclosed
a rude bandage of heavy towel.
at was fixing myself up when
heard you coming in with Casey.
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AT LAST

ssgasndy'' win be shown next
week 10 K.OeN's Palace TlIeaters
beginning Sunday.
Madge Bolamy, the DAINTY
screen star, win appear rs the
ilashfng bob haired heroine q
TEIenore Meherfn.s engrOssing
serial
Read the story Of the adveIi.
lures On sandy" in The Wash
fngt0n Times.
Then 20 to LOeWa FaAaee
and see the wonderful pictur-
ixafiOn Of the narrative.
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Story Of Real Life
Complete in This Issue

but didn't want 60 give You
away. It's only = flesh wound
anyhow
Didn't want to give me
away?"
mo. You see, had Casey seen
he'd have had TO arrest you and
7 didn't want that
But but, you knew I tried to
kill you. andand yet-yOu don't
want me punished. Why, Teddy.
why?'' She was on her knees
beside him.
You silly little goose, don't
you know love your
And that. was the end Of
Gloria's jealousy FOR all time.
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CHAPTER LxxxvH

CHAPTER LXAAVH
THE letter Bob Mcneil handed
her was a typewriter copy
Of q letter from Ramon-written
last December before that final
farewell OF theirs--a wild. dis
tract letter.
You are sending me away.
You are glad TO have me go.
And you mean this parting to be
definite and conclusive, without
one spark of hope for our love.
Quietly and colby you dis
miss me. You say shall be bet
ter free OF you. So am to
go. I am to let you pass from
my life. I am to do this grace
fully, as though my love were
but q rose worn on my coat.
I am 20 take Il OF, grateful for
the fragrance OF yesterday.
SANDY. do You know what you
are doing7 Do you guess what
you have asked? Let YOU go?
Easier far TO let life go.
..Fre OF you'll ] can never be
free. Your hands have reached to
my innnost spirit. They hold me.
They viii hold me always. Yet
you ask that ! wave q gallant
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In the year 1919. two babies were
born whose lives were destined to
have far-reaching influence. One
was born in a stern castle Of Old
England, the other in a humble
farmhouse in New England.
Queen Victoria through her wis.
dom and kindness during long
and prosperous reign has become en-
throned in the hearts of the British
people. Lydia e. Pinkham through
the merit of her Vegetable Conn
pound has made her name house
hold word in thousands of American
homes.
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The Story So Far

re OIOTY % FUT-
Sandy Mcneil, in love with ne marries Ben Murillo,
rich italian, please her impoverished family Tyranny
BY Murilo and frequent quarres follow dies at
BIRTH Bob Mcneil her uncle aids in plans for Sandy and
her mother to take trip Honolulu There she meets
Ramon Worth who her life in the surf On the same
steamer home he declares his love- MuTo says he VIII
never release her Judith Moore cousin tells Sandy love
Is everything Murilo overtakes she goes for
tyst with Ramon He appears unexpectedly at party
she is giving for her friends She leaves his house and
accepts the kindly attentions of Ramon whose home she
shares She leaves for her home when she learns her
mother is ILL Sandys mother dies and she goes TO live with
her cousin Judith after parting with Ramon Douglas Keith
introduces his friend Hal Hume to Judith he, himself
Is fascinated By Sandy, whom he sees frequently
NOJD Go On With the StOrU
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This Day in History

THIS BIRTH 1770 of William Words
WORTH simplicity sincerity have for him
high place in the Hall Of Fame His Of nature are works
of genius.
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An Ancient Mystery SOlUed

rNScRIpTrONs n the ancient language which d
ben one of the greatest Of the nave
BY Milan, Italy, arcntecN ne 49,
in Central Italy before the Romans.
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By EIenOre Meherin,
Author Of 'sChicLie,' Ann,
. Ann and PhiT' and
MORA Lee.

Standing there with those burn
ing words leaping from the pages,
Sandy felt the desolation that is
death.
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