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The Story Of Beautiful Girl Who Bore the Burdens Of Her
Family and How She Eventually Found True
Love and Lasting Happiness

had wished that OF any man be-
fore in her busy life. But he'll
probably never look at me again.
So that's that, and / may as well
forget him.
She tried to-but without any
success at all.
At o'clock Mr.. Peevey put on
his sun-browned Panama, and an
nounced that he was going to
knock off for the day."
you'd better start home early
tonight, Miss Jerome" he said.
ITS pretty hot weather, and you
look tired. Good night"
As he opened the door she
caught a glimpse OF the office
across the ball. John Nye was
standing in the middle Of it,
talking to a young woman in
white.
He looked up and his eyes met
Sally's. for just an instant. Then
the door swung to.
1t was 6 o'clock before Sally
had finished Mr.. Peevey's letters.
He was always advising her to
start home early. and then Civ.
ing her so much work to do that
she could not possibly finish 1t by
5:30-the time she was supposed
to leave every day. In his fussy
little way Mr.. Peevey was as
heartless as a Turk.
At three minutes after 3 Sally
opened the door and stepped out
into the shining marble Wilderness
of the hall.
The door Of John Nye's office
was closed, and she told herself
that he had gone home-or per-
haps the girl In white was a friend
Of his, and he was going to her
house for dinner. Or, perhaps, he
was taking her some place to have
dinner with him.
''Oh, well, I can't help 1t. He's
nothing to me, after ALL" sally
said to herself, sensibly.
And just at that moment his
door opened and he came out and
closed 1t behind him. His lean,
brown face flashed with friendly
grin, and he held up his hand in
greeting.
''I was just going to knock on
your door," he said, and to Sally
the sound Of his voice was thrill
ing thing. II had an idea that
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Hello" he stretched himself
lazily and stood up. Have a
good day?"
She spoke without looking at
him, indifferently. Things are
splendid. The papers are fun OF
optimistic predictions about my
first concert / met Briquari in
the Place Vendome, today, and he
showered me with blessings Hot
air. so to speak, but pleasant all
the same"
Hes a conceited ass, that
Briquard. But fortunately for
you his word has, weight. He
knows his stuff. You're there,
Becky" Scarlett. coming over,
made motion as If to stroke
her bare shoulder, but Becky
drew back.
"You don't need to, Dan my
boy. / know you like rae since
I've gone over. But remember
it'P all In the way Of business"
Scarlet shrugged. She was
putting on more airs every day
he observed. The success was
going to her head. Not the arts
tic end. but the financial thing.
She thought they had gold to
fling about. But at the rate they
were spending money it didn't go
far.
Wen, whose fault Is that"
Becky leaned YEARLY against a
table Il wanted to live quietly,
to save. It was your idea that
we make splash. One Of your
advertising projects"
I'VE have to meet people to
entertain"
Eyes. It's worked, l admit that.
But don't blame me for the ex-
pense. OF course I'm extravagant
= I've been starved for
lovely things all my life. But
~ she paused, biting. her
lip.
go on. what's the matter?s
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her lisp and her drawing voice,
her green-blue eyes that said all
sorts of interesting things to any
man who happened to take her
fancy; her perfumed clothes and
her gauze stockings and high
heels.
At the thought OF Mile sitting
in John Nye's office, under his
eyes, all day long, six days week,
that same odd little pain twisted
again in Sally's breast.
She knew now what that odd
little feeling was. 1t was jealousy.
pure and simple.
II know a girl who might do"
she said with an effort. 1t seldom
occurred to Sally to tell a lie. Her
natural impulse was to tell the
truth, no matter what it cost her.
This time it was costing her =
great deal.
''She's my sister" sha w".-l ~,
her voice very low and husky, not
like the light and rippli~g voice
that was part Of her CAV charm.
John Nye's level black brows
went up a bit. your sister," he
said. I'm sure she'd do--that is.
If she's half as nice as you are.
To think of your getting old Hank
Peo-~-- iis lunch every day"
"I'll ask her to come to see you
in the morning If you'd like me
to-" Sally interrupted him briskly.
And when he said that he ~-ould,
oil the light and gayety faded out
of her face.
But the man did not see it. For
he and Sally were walking DOWN
the hall towards the elevator now,
and the tiny down-tI'-"ad brim of
her hat hid her face from him as
she went along beside him.
MY cars parked in the next
block" he said when they
reached the street, land III be
glad to take you any place you
want to co.
mo, thanksp' Sally cut him
short again. i've some shopping
to do" And she went on her
way to the little delicatessen In
Polk Street to buy a certain kind
of Bohemian rye.bread that Mrs.
Jerome was very fond Of.
Mile was not at home when
Sally got there at o'clock.
fTO Be Continued Tomorrow
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esCHE dined with US only the
y night before last" Becky
said" She seemed in the best of
health then. She was radiant"
''Too radiant, perhaps. Madame,
with jewels shining like the sun.
she was robbed yesterday. Her
pearls have vanished. and all
her bracelets, including the one
with the Rajah's emerald"
How shocking, how dreadful
Becky lifted her hands in dis
may. Then. as a slender sales
man in cutaway approached:
!. Yes. have come for the collar
I spoke of. The one with the
rubies." And. turning to Bri-
guard again: Life is like that,
monsieur. We never know when
We may be robbed of our dearest
possessions.
CHAPTER SO
"A small room adjoining the
dining hall of a house in the
Avenue Malakoff, rented for the
season by the temporary musical
A4Ol III EdIlS. IL was a C0dFEls
Ing room, softly Illuminated by
lamps. and at the moment. by
the light of some logs burning in
an open fireplace.
In chair near enough to the
flames for warmth, and Ear
enough for comfort, Dan Scarlet.
handsome and immaculate in the
severe black and white of formal
dress, sat waiting, idle. At his
chow there was a tabouret OF in
laid Iemon.wood on which stood
q crystal goblet and flagon of
porto rouge. At his feet, on an
immense pillow OF yellow velvet,
Law a black cat, sleeping.
A footstep sounded in the hall.
Scarlet turned his head, and
waved his hand languidly az
Becky, in a low cut white eve
ming dress, came into the room.
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What Has Happened So Far:

Becky McClOsky and gOOdlOOking trying make her
In York. his wits.
realizes she has beautiful voice and offers finance
uence she joins Broadway chorus At the studio Boris Abea
him
him
and little by little falls with
EbrOOk win
Of him. but Becky deaf She Nan,
loved
He makes violent love to Man, receives
Nan that Scarlet is scoundrel and bken
doing Nan EstabroOk tells
m such way that she imagines he does not wish marry
herself abroad Becky msundands him asks him 70 let her
aim he1brOkn Scarlet follows Becky who throws herself
her tells her they clean fortune letters
blackman
EsarO0k deposited
and Mans letters he is to
Scarlet
make great singer Of herself goes say goOdby to Boris
lie asks to him IL
After several Of study Becky becomes anous
. famous jewel = ' = sO'
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T. 8 . , q
Don't you think know what
you've been doing? I'm not blind.
Giving presents to your lady
loves.
"well'' scarlett's face dark.
ened.
"Oh, / don't mind, Dan. It's not
that. Only people must think me
an awful fool seeing you having
such a gay time Of it,"
Well. since you choose to be
above reproach. I told you, Gin.
derella. that you'd be bored with
life II you made such to do
about having an angels reputa.
tion."
"Well it's paid"
Scarlet bent down and stroked
the cat. which withdrew its sleek
body from his touch. You're get
ting hard as nails" he flung at
Becky. Il think you told the
truth, When you jumped in the
river you left your heart there.
all right.
Becky's cheeks famed. But she
made no answer. saying instead.
THE Princess Of x. took me to
tea, today. She was charming. =
Scarlet Strengthened abruptly.
What the old lady with
the pearls? The highness? You
are coming along in the world"
Becky sighed.
well gloom-girl, what is it
now?'
All these uAonIe +hay,,a
80 kind. sometimes wonder
what they'd do if they knew the
truth !. :. If they knew that
my manners. and my talk, and
even my name, were as artificial
as--as the very devil"
well they don't. You're a
charming mystery, and all the
more so for your puritanical pose.
1t gets 'em I'll hand you that.
I always knew you had talent,
had a voice. but l didn't suspect
what great actress you were."
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lett returned with grin, 81
thought it was Of the past He
raised his wine glass. well,
old girl, here's to crime"
IF I were you,'s said Becky.
81 wouldn't drink that toast.
even In jest"
But Scarlet drank it.
Barkenton Manor, Lord Travers'
country place, was pleasantly
situated on the side of hill
which sloped gently toward the
rolling downs. Dusk blurred the
outlines OF the great trees. but
through the windows which
opened from the dining room o.lto
the terrace came sweet fIag-
rance of early roses and freshly
cut grass.
Three men, Estabrook, Boris
Abelard. and Godfrey Travers,
still sat at the table, SLIPPING
liquors out Of long stemmed
glasses. Presently Travers, one
OF those sunburned EngIishnlen
who never lose the young and
slightly strained expression Of
small boys, stood up, saying: II
think I'll go look after Nan. You
chaps can find us on the terrace.
He knew, they gratefully realized,
their desire to converse.
When their host had left,
Abelard-whose hair had gone
rather grey, neutralizing the tint
OF his parchment like skin--said
gently: "Good to see you hare
Jack. It's been q long time"
Estabrook ans wered. "By
heaven it's bully. Nan saved it.
for a surprise. / thought you
were in Venice" Estabrook. at
thirty.nine, had still q young
look. He showed his age less in
a change Of feature than in a
hardening, the expression Of a
face uncompromisingly set. His
skin was brown, healthy, drawn
close over the somewhat high
cheek bones. But his pale grey
eyes, the rigid set of his lips,
were almost grim. Women found
him forbidding, these days; at.
tracted at first, they were soon
repealed by the icy and unbending
Formally Of his manner. It was
as though he had shut himself
in q walled enclosure which the
world could never penetrate.
He and Abelard talked of their
experiences, Of the people they
had met. Abelard said he had
been wandering restlessly. Italy,
Greece, odd little islands OF the
Mediterranean. He had been on
his way to Paris when Mans
letter had come. There was some
new singer they were mad about
there. But Of course this was
much better. Abelard had still re-
tanned q childish enthusiasm for
new scenes and people, but Esta-
brook, who gloried in his self
sufficient solitude, had found the
season in London, boring, the
gaiety vulgar, the people stupid.
It was good to be here in the
country. where nothing In par.
ticular happened. One got hide
ously bored with cosmopolitan
life.
You're f-finding everything a
bit on the d-d.dullish sije, these
days, aren't your" unused Abelard.
Estabrook nodded, London was
beastly. Terrifying lot Of girls /
had to meet. Like so many
painted college boys. They scare
me half to DEATH"
GO Be Continued Tomorrow
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} and I've got to get some more"
The man nodded. One of his
tanned hands went into a trousers
pocket, but instead of bringing
out a quarter, 1t held a square
Of clean white handkerchief.
LET me go and get the milk
for you," he offered, while you
clean up this mess. Or shall I
send a cleaning woman?-I think
there's one somewhere on this
floor"
"oh, nor Sally's voice was
quick and strained, "ITl ceIan it
up myself. And DO hurry
pleasev' .
When he was gone she looked
at the handkerchief he had given
her. It was fine white linen with
a rolled edge. In one corner were
the initials ~. NJ" embroidered
with dark blue silk.
Sally held it for a full minute.
And then she did a thing that
wasn't at all the sort of thing
anyone would expect of Sally--a
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HALF way between the elevators
IL and Mr.. Peevey's office the
corridor made sharp turn, and as
Sally rounded it her elbow struck
the shining wall beside her. The
bottle of milk fell from her arms
and broke upon the floor in a
hundred pieces!
''Oh. my COW" groaned Sally,
and she groaned it aloud and
with despair.
She had left the office with
Just enough money for the milk,
and her purse was lying on the
top of her desk.
II don't dare go back for it,
she thought, 81 just don't dare
face Mr.. Peevey without that
milk"
She turned and spoke to the
tall dark young man who was
just coming around the treacher-
Gus corner.
would you lend me a quar-
ter?" she said to him desperately,
.I've broken this milk bottle,
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sentimental and romantic thing.
She slipped that square of linen
handkerchief into her blouse and
began to pick up the shattered
glass with her little work-rough-
ened fingers.
CHAPTER w
1t was o'clock that afternoon
before Sally finally set the luke
warm milk and the whole-wheat
biscuits on Mr.. Peevey's desk.
."Just three hours after my
regular lunch timer he snapped
out at her, pushing his glasses
back on his forehead and scowl.
ing up at her. +'ThisTl never do,
my girl. I've got to have my food
on time or not at all"
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Sally might have pointed out to
him that it wasn't her fault4that
he had made a dentists appoint
ment at his regular lunch time.
She might have reminded him
that. he had not stepped into the
office until 3 o'clock that after
noon. In fact, there were two or
three sharp things that she might
have said to him.
But she never even thought Of
them. Her mind was so filled with
the thought Of John Nye across
the hall that she was too happy
to bet Mr.. Peevey-or "Old Pee
wish" as Mile called him al
ways-bother her.
All the long hot afternoon. while
she typed Mr.. Peeyey's letters,
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An Amazing Narrative Of the Trials and
Pitfalls That Confront Our
Girls of Today
What Has Happened So Far:

JEROME and pretty is the prop and main.
stay ~ her family in the absence her father
arated from her mother for years.
The family consists Of MRS JEROME twins
LIE older than Sally Sally herself
invalid Sally homework mornings
Mr.. PEEVEY afternoons
In the flat below the Jerome flat lives young SLOAN
IS a dancing partner. She adores to dance.
hot Monday August Sally
e Mr. Peeveys office The bestOng chap she has ever
her from him all the to the floor Then just the
milk that she warns for his lunch day. She and
buy the milk with strangely light heart Later
and business JOHN NYE-REAI. ESTATE" wishes
knew him. ~
Mile office Peeveys ABSENCE to tell Sally
that she has just lost her job because she wouldn't let
get with her. Mile maintains that
u office make love GIRL MABEL VIII
MOT, this the truth Mile
the hall makes him il needs
Btenographer Sally Is dreaduly afraid that
M her mi to ton her
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you might know of secretary for
me. Mine came in this afternoon
after two weeks vacation and
broke the pleasant news to me
that she got married on Saturday"
WAS the girl in white your Sec
retary?" Sally wanted to ask, but
instead Of that she repeated: "A
secretary. No, I don't believe I
know a single girl who" She
broke off, and a troubled look
came into the dark, blue eyes.
She did know girl who was out
of a job! Milliei Mile,
with her soft little pussy-cat ways,
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while she took down his slow,
fussy dictation, her thoughts were
busy with John Nye.
How old was he? - Was he
married? She was sure that he
wasn't. He did not look like the
type Of man who would speak
to a damsel in distress, and help
her out of her trouble, IL he were
married. There was an honest,
steadfast look in his eyes that
spoke Of an honest and decent
character.
Words may lie, actions may lie,
and faces may lie, but a persons
eyes win give him away 80 times
out OF 100.
"I wish I knew him better"
thought Sally Jerome. who never
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A Strange Occupation

HOUSE-To-HoUSE canvasser the Memphis,
"A Tenn drumming business himself out Of business
Going from door door he offered nameled signs for SALE On
each inscribed "Peddlers Keep Out" q
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dispassionately regarding her,
slowly putting his cigarette.
think" he spoke deliberately,
watching her with half-closed,
sardonic eyes, "I'll send you into
4 the fo'c'sle with the men. You
will find enough to amuse you
there
You would not darer" she ex.
claimed Indignantly, a faint touch
of color rising in her cheeks.
Wouldn't II" he retorted with
bitter smile. Il would dare
anything. I'm king aboard here
and my word is lawr
She ignored his reply. IT want
something to eat"
Go to the galley and ask the
cook" he suggested. brutally.
And some clothing" Her tone
was imperious.
Aphrodite looks charming with
out he gibed callously.
The woman stamped her foot.
"Insolent" The color flaming in
her cheeks made her appear as
beautiful as always. but Anson's
aesthetic soul failed to respond.
He was thinking of her protesta.
tions of love. the incident of. the
strychnine. He went on drink.
ing his coffee.
You beastr' She almost spate
the epithet at him.
She stood looking at him, her
lips curled in disdain, her vivid
eyes glazing. her whole attitude
one of suppressed hate. He favored
her with cool glance.
go ahead! Spit it out! Say
what you think OF me! 1t should
be interesting"
She made no answer. Then of
a sudden her features contracted
and she staggered to a chair, her
head bowed in her arms. and broke
into frenzy of convulsive sob.
bling. He watched her despair
without tremor on his face, then.
throwing the cigarette into his
cup, he rose from the table. Hum.
ming an aria to himself. he calmly
turned away from the weeping
woman and went up on deck.
When he departed. Mary, her
woman's sympathy aroused. glided
out of the pantry and moved to.
wards her. Her arms slipped over
-NhC AiSoNAA5 StlOuiuSES Will L0uuGT
solicitude, and she bent her head to
the Others. Come into my room.
Madamew she said compassion.
ately, "Pll attend to you.'
Her Need
Lucille raised her face with a
Jerk and It was dry-eyed, sneering
do NOT Sirkad mo with that ruh.
Dish" Mary drew hack in sur.
prise at the woman's attitude. II
detest the catty sympathy of other
women. Get me a drink
She spoke the last words impera.
lively.
IN give you some coffee" said
the other cheerfully.
"Coffee-damn! / want a drink.
] brandy, whisky. ANYTHING Ny
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The Hollywood Girl : By Beatrice Burton

That will be the only difference!
And you'll be alone at home. eat.
ing your heart out"
Bobbie stared at her in dismay.
She never had known the sef-con-
tanned Lottie to pour forth flood
of words like this before. In all
the months she had known her.
Her face was flushed and her eyes
were too bright. She looked as
IL she might burst into tears at
any minute.
"Oh. you can't tell me anything
about Gus McCloud. I've lived
next door to him too long,? she
cried bitterly. Hes just as bad
rs they make 'em. and IL / could
Id stop you from spelling your
life by marrying him.
Spelling my life" thought Bob
bic DULY. How will 1t spoil my
life to marry him? ! love him
Through the trees she caught
the CLEAN of HE white clothes as
he got out of his car. In a minute
she was on her feet and calling to
him. Oh, she must go to him!
She must put her arms around
him, and feel his kisses on her
mouth! She was sure of him, sure
of everything, while he was kiss.
ing her-always! She forgot all
her doubts and her fears then!
Tell me quick that you like me
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Jackie. Gee! Mike. / wish you'd
come often"
Rooms Wish
He stirred the hodge podge and,
looking across to Reon, asked with
his lips, do you wish that. too?"
She lowered her lids and laughed
softly. Her heart was an immense
goblet running to the brim
with happiness. It overlooked. 1t
poured through her veins with
aching sweetness.
Who could help but love him?
Who could look into those blue,
winning eyes and not be melted?
She thought this, and watched
her mother smiling gently through
the meal. She longed pitffully to
protect him from criticism. There
was no fault in him. No one
should see the slightest flaw.
Can we take a walk?" said he,
helping with the dishes.
"Yes, but after Jackie goes to
bed. You know you're his, and
/ can't steal you from under his
very eyes"
Yet it was of Dearie that she
thought. wen only go a block
or two through the park" she
said with that soft uneasiness.
II want a breath of air. Dearie,
darling"
Put on your warm coat"
Dearte said, simply. It's turn.
ing cold. You won't keep my
girl out long. Mr.. Scott-she gets
up so early in the morning."
ooh, why did she say that?"
thought Roen. holding fast to
Michael's arm. nd unhappily 10
herself, she knows already"
She knows ! love himp'
They went through the lane of
trees. crushing the soft, fresh
leaves under their feet. He put
his arm lightly about her waist.
as she had in those walks in the
country.
She said: ooh, Michael, ! wish
we were back on the river.
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have fling every now and then!
We women are supposed to take
them back and mend our broken
hearts and open our arms. We're
supposed to let them have a little
thrill every once in a while. and
forget it when they're ready to
~come home! Oh. no! Not for me,
Bobbie! / never can live with
Roy again."
She half-turned as the sound Of
a purring automobile engine came
from beyond the hedge.
There's Gus. coming home"
she said bitterly. You're going
to marry him. and for a while
everything will be merry as a
marriage bell. Then he'll prob
ably start TO cut up. Oh. you
needn't look so shocked. Bohbie.
It's better for you to hear this
now than later.
Gus has always had lot of
girls hanging around that house
of his-bringing them home for
lunch or tea or dinner. You
know. you've been there. plenty
OF times! Now. do you think that
just because he matries you he's
going to stop having all those
little love affairs of his? Never!
He'll be having them around in
restaurants and at the movie stu.
do. instead of at his own house.