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E}Y
By
ROY L. FOLEY

there he is now upstairs, and the
doctor says he thinks he's dy-
ing. Pneumony. Dope. too"
He whispered the last, with his
hand to his mouth, and gave a
furtive look at Mrs. O'Day.
Dairy O'DaM"
Mrs. O'Day spoke his name with
an emphasis that said plainly he
had gone beyond his privileges:
lie had done the thing he should
mt have done, just as he always
did. How well Nancy knew what
Mrs. O'Day's feelings were.
"Begone with We now. I'll fin
ish this tale" Mrs. O'Day said,
and Dairy heeded her advice
without an answer.
"Oh, that one" she said, and
jerked her thumb after him. Eye
might know what he'd do, he's
never done a thing right in his
life. ] shouldn't a-let him blab
away so long"
Then, as though the truth were
out now, and there was no use
trying to pretend what Dairy had
said wasn't true, Mrs. O'Day con-
tinued the story.
Your father up there says he's
had hard time of it, transgress-
in through life and leavin' his
wife that way"
what way, Muddy"
"Why, he says that they had a
quarrel in Chicago not long after
they was put out OF his Pas home
in Milwaukee. He says it. was
over another woman or somethin'
and that there was n brawl in
some restaurant, an that he was
arrested, an that one thing was
leadin' to another an he up and
left Julie, an never seen her
again"
"Muddy-what did Dairy mean
by dope?"
Mrs. O'Day for the first time
in aEl the years that she had
mothered Nancy couldn't meet
Nancy's eyes.
Nancy sensed 1t, and it hurt
her more than 1t possibly could
have hurt Mrs. O'Day.
Look at me, Muddy. Please.
Don't mind. l can hear it. / can
bear it. I'm strong, Muddy.
know it's awful but tell me-
please"
Mrs. ODay raised her eyes and
and then, honestly, in her blunt
way, for there were no frills of
speech about Maggie O'Day, she
said:
THE doctor says your Pas one
of them dope addicts. That hes
got to have morphine. He's been
givin' it to him to quiet him or
he'd he murderin' us. Your pa
told the doctor that he was in a
hospital takin' cure, an was
Just about broken off from 1t,
and it's terrible, just terrible"
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"An' what do you suppose he
answered when I asts him was ne
hungry? He says-is there any
body you know around here oy
the name Of O'Day?
"o'Day?" I says. WAS 1t o'Day
you're askin' fer? Why, I'm
O'Day, says I. David O'Day.
Fiasterer by trade this was Whcrc
Mrs. ODay mumbled loudesD ana
il wouldn't be me you're lookin
fer now, might 1t? An what dld
he do then but pun out this"
Dairy fumbled in his pocket
and pulled out newspaper clp
ping so soiled and torn that IT,
had become almost unreadable. IL
was a clipping from an Appleton
paper. How we'll Nancy knew 1t.
1t was the story of Julie Abbot
tragic death and of her relation
ship to Nancy. 1t was the COM
plete story pried out Of the O'Days
by the persistent reporters at tnc
time of Julie Abbot's meeting
with her accident-and death.
Nancy glanced at the clipping,
begging that Dairy continue. llo
was having one Of the grandest
moments he had experienced i'll
years. Deliberately, and madden
ingly slowly, he rubbed a palm
across his cheek and mouth in
an attitude Of great thought then
put his thumbs under the straps
OF his suspenders, and smacked
his lips.
Hurry on now" said Mrs
O'Day, "out with the rest OF your
tale or I'll be taking the words
out o your mouth"
"WelI, as / was sayin' he puts
mis- hand In his pocket and pulls
out that Their piece from the pa.
per. It's David O'Day I'm looNIn
for, he says, and / says, that $
me. sir, and he says, you must
be the man."
stop saying / says and he
says. and get on with you Mrs.
O'Day whacked out at poor Dairy,
with a glOwering look.
"Well, ] SAYS to him, I be
David O'Day and he says, are you
the man it mentions in this
piece, and / says that was
And then he says that he WIS
Julie Abbot'S man, but that ha
guessed she thought he was dead
because they had separated
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walk near the ferry, where the
big boat for San Francisco, and
the little boat Of Tiburon squeak
ed at their moorings, old Captain
Horner hailed her. Hello, Johnnie
Hastings, what you doing down
here?"
The quick scarlet dyed her
cheek. "Oh, I'm-I'm going to the
grocery" Her tongue tripped on
the lie. She looked at him ap.
pealingly out of big, troubled,
gray-green eyes.
Coin to meet your sweetheart
that's what" Old Captain Hor-
ner. who remembered when she
was a baby, chuckled. Veronica's
little girl with sweetie! The very
idea. Well, well.
'Of course, I'm not" Joan
gasped. She looked at him In hor-
ror. How could he have possibly
found out?
"well, you will be pretty soon.
Getting prettier every day, john
ME. 'Scuse me. Guess I'll have to
be calling you Joan now. you're
such a young lady, or mebbe Miss
Hastings! He, he!''
Joan laughed too. with blessed
relief. Oh, the silly she was! OF
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times, and she was so LETT
out
Whenever the loneliness pressed
too hard, she shook her hair back
furiously and tried to concentrate
on Bill.
Bill loved her. Well, II he didn't
now, he would pretty soon. Al
ready she was planning the we'd
ding. White santi. No, ivory satin.
And her grandmother Van Fleets
rose point veil, with tulle. Lilies
of the valley and gardenias, like
Hilda's oldest sister Alice had
when she was married. Hilda
could be bridesmaid. She'd for.
give Hilda for being so mean, and
they'd be friends again. Hilda
could wear nile green, made some
thing like that dress she was raw
ing about-with little puff sleeves.
Buzz the electric buzzer
jangling. Recess was over at last.
So Joan got through the first
two days of her ostracism, think
ing about the boy who looked up
at her from the rose garden.
Building air castles, wistfully
dreaming.
The third day she couldn't stand
It any longer. She had to walk
past Gerwin's Garage. 1t was six
blocks out of her way, but she
could walk downtown, and pretend
she had to buy something at the
grocery.
Hurrying along the little board
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couse, he hadn't meant anything
how could he?
"Good-byr' abe flung over her
shoulder. "Good-by, Captain Har-
ner!'
Now she was almost at the gar
age. Her steps got slower. Slower
still. The boy was out in front, do
ing somewhere to a truck. His
strong brown arms flashed in the
sun. A little pulse began to beat
in Joan's throat. Should she speak
first. or would he? Now he was
turning toward her. Panic gripped
her. She seemed to be standing
still-rooted to the spot-staring.
But she wasn't. She was walking
right along, walking right by,
passing him! She tried desperate
ly to speak, to say 'Hello"' non
chalantly but she couldn't. Her
lips were too dry and stiff.
His cap was pulled so far over
his eyes she couldn't be sure that
he saw her. Anyway, he pre-
tended not to. He turned away
from her, and wouldn't look.
Joan's heart almost stopped beat
ing. She was suffocating, but her
feet carried her right along, round
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Eyvie. but she finally did. Ia
make 1t myseIf-it wouldn't cost
much. Cotton crepe, Aunt Evvie'
and the pattern / want doesn't
take much goods!'
Aunt Evvie, q little late for
the sewing circle. didn't even an
swer. She just gave Joan
whitening look. and strobe past
her to the front door. Hurry,
Babe, II you're coming! You're
always so Glow.
And Babe. snubbed because the
frizzing of her hair had maze
them late, turned peeyishly on
Joan. II should think you'd pc
ashamed to ask for money now,
with everything going out ana
nothing coming in, she SAID.
Besides, you look very neat ana
nice. the way young lady should
look. Most of them look IKE
chorus girls"
.sYou might water the rose gar
den.' Eyvie flung over ner
shoulder as she creaked down the
stairs. II think you might do
that much around the house WIN
out being told!'
"YouI never have to ask me
again-I-I'Il flood itw Joan NUT
tered making for the patched ola
hose that had been stored IN the
stable during the rainy season.
She winked hard to keep back the
tears. 1t wouldn't have cost mucn
for a blue crepe dress. IL your
own family would rather have you
look like a scarecrow than spend
two dollars on you. ~.
1t was almost dark in the ola
stable. She had to climb over the
car to reach the hook where the
garden hose was hung. she
scraped her skin against the ZEN
der. and tore her nail. The tears
came. All the stored up tears OF
DAYS and weeks and months. Tears
for. her bleeding finger, for Hilda,
for the horrible shiny blue serge,
and the boy who looked at her In
the sunset and didn't mean it..
She sank down on the running
board of the car. Oh, the relief OF
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Afterwards, Joan thought she
must have imagined it. 1t must
have been the sun in her eyes
that made him seem to look at her
that way, and still ana
still = = he had looked up at
her. standing there in the window
with a kind of wonder in his face,
as il he were looking at princess.
A princess out of a book.
HE liked me right away" che
thought. And when the girls Ill
the school yard gathered in
tight, giggling little group about
Hilda Sedgwick, who didn't like
her any more. she didn't care
much. "I s'pose they're talking
about me again. Making fun OF
NV shoes or something. Well,
don't care-he never even saw
them. He just-saw me-!
And the little fire that Bits
one admiring glance had kindled
in her heart, warmed her. Sent
tingling little shivers racing
down her back.
The girls stopped speaking TO
her. Nobody had paid any atten-
ton to her since the day Hilda
got mad at her. Hilda was the
most popular girl in high school.
All the good times centered around
the Sedgwick's big >hospitaolc
house on the hill. So long as
Hilda championed her she was
one of them, or as much one
of them as shabby, old-fashioned
little girl in shiny serge and cot
ton stockings can be one OF a
group OF well-dressed moderns.
Most OF them really like Joan
she was always bubbling over
with fun and ideas, but as Doro-
thy Major said afterwards, Its
kind of relief to be rid of her,
cause you simply hate to be
seen with a trump like that. 1t
makes you feel kind Of funny in.
side"
So Joan was dropped-ostra-
cized, and occasionally sneered at.
with the amazing callousness and
cruelty that only the teens are
capable Of. At recess she stood
all alone in her corner Of the
school yard, like a manned yellow
chick, deserted by it's fellows.
I'VE danced three dances-three!
Oh, he's the most wonderful
dancer. When you dance with
him-I can't explain it-but it's
wonderful He's the most wonder
ful--="
"Uh-huh. Did 1 tell you what
Port said To me on the way
home? Listen want to tell
you what Bert said-listen-"
nile green-all ruffled. with
the cunningest little puff sleeves,
and the teeniest. tiniest little
Shirrings Of"
Joan tried not to listen to them,
but they shouted so, trying to
drown each other out, that she
couldn't help it. They had such
good times, such awfully good
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Thrilling Novel

it. The relief Of being able to cry
all alone in the dark. with Aunt
Evvie and Aunt Babe both out.
and no one to know
No one to know. She could cry
az much as she liked, and she did.
An orgy of grief.
And into 1t, all unsuspectfng,
walked Bill.
He walked in to get Miss Van
Fleets secondhand car, and he
almost fell over the weeping girl.
He would have fled, but Joan
heard his step, heard him stumble
back to the door. She looked up
and saw him. With a tremendous
effort she swallowed her sobs,
and made a few Intellectual dabs
at her eyes.
rather unnecessarily. She meant
it as sort Of apology. for-
got It was Wednesday,"
"Oh--that's all right" he MUIR
INJURED, feeling foolish. s.
I'D stop, but I've used up all
nv handkerchiefs, she walled,
and hid her streaked face against
the sue OF Tie Co1s - SS+- 4
Just go away-for a minute
Bill backed to the door. There
was something so helpless. So
childish in the girls bent neck
in the ruffIed glory of her curly
hair. in her very abandonment.
and tear-streaked dustiness that
his own embarrassment melted.
Bill reached in his pocket and
brought out large, clean hands
kerchief.
s.Here-take this one"
She looked up through wet
thick lashes, and reached out =
tinnfd hand. Their fingers touched.
Her slim body was shaking con-
yulsiyely, she buried her nose In
Bills big white handkerchief and
cried afresh.
Gingerly he steadied her with
his hand. Almost automatically
he sank to his knees beside her.
His arm had slipped around her.
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CHAPTER 21

Gf1AE l. Ell Il
There was a day when Diana
brought a package from the jew
elry shop, not exultingly as she
had brought the dancing girl.
but thoughtfully, with tagging
steps.
She carried 1t to the room OF
mirrors, placed it on the little
desk beside a sheet OF heavy
white paper engraved with what
Benny Black might have con-
sidered his sealed orders: MRS.
James Russell Lowell Evart has
the honor Of inviting Miss Diana
Rand"
1t would be a church affair,
"just a simple. sweet little we'd
ding for a simple, sweet little
BRIDE" Hanna told everybody.
Yet her preparations. were elab.
crate, leaving out only the mat
ter of a bridal party.
"She didn't dare" Diana told
herself. "A fine time digging up
bridesmaids they'd have"
Once the tissue Wr4ppingS were
removed, there stood on the lit
tie desk silver bowl, a lovely,
graceful flower holder, exquisite
as poem, across one side the
beautifully chased figure OF a
winged Mercury.
Diana looked at 1t a long
With a small, hopeless movement
OF her hands, a tiny shrug, she
seated herself, drew blank
card from a pigeonhole, caught
up a scarlet quill.
But the pen hung inert while
anger kindled, blazed@ in the girls
face. All at once she wrote
swiftly, fiercely: He Is too good
for you! You won him by trick.
ery-by lies-lies--lies"
The quill stopped. Diana studied
what she had written, read it
with amazement. Had she gone
mad? This was what she be-
lieved-nOt what she must put
on the card. Incredible that
she could have done this! Watch
herself hereafter; not the role
OF the woman scorned for Diana
Rand. She would be proud, ig-
more AIMS triumph, Bennys per-
fidy
The card was torn across
! dropped into the wastebasket,
/ and another prepared in the
conventional, meaningless terms
| of good will. But Diana felt
| her nerves jangle, sobs tearing
| at her throat. BlindIy cropping
her way, she stumbled from the
room, down the stairs, into the
| library, where Daddy Rand and
| Millicent were sitting together;
threw herself into her fathers
arms.
Whats wrong with me, Dad?"
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~,

was Yesterday. We calls the doc
tor. an the doctor says put him
right to bed, and here he Is
Your Ma talked to him more and
Ma says that he shore is your
right father, il ever you had a
father, cause he says his name IS
Deane, but he amt gone by tnat
name for years now cause MS
father put him out, an, he was
nroud. am then he got goin' bad
and served term in Jail, once.
an he just drifted an never
came back at all.
"Ie was in Seattle when he gifts
a.hold of paper from Appleton
now who'd although a paper like
that would be gettin' so far from
home, an he sees this here piece,
an he beats his way here, and
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wouldn't play for anybody" che
cried vehemently. when one of the
girls offered to let her play for
few moments until someone else
got there.
"What did I tell you" Hilda
said. There's no use bothering
with her-she's stuck up!"
And all the while Joan's heart
was crying. "Oh. please, let me
play-please take me back. 1t
isn't my fault. I'm not queer-Im
not really. It's just Aunt Evvie.
Oh, talk to me again--be nice TO
me again-I'm so lonely
Lonely! The ache of it pressed
down on her like a great weight
on her head. Recesses that were
once too short, stretched to eter-
nifty. Days lasted forever. The
memory Of yesterdays slight
ranked. and the dread of tomor-
rows was almost more than she
could bear.
ITS mostly because ] look so
funny. If / had new dress they
couldn't laugh at me anyway. I'll
ask Aunt Evvie-"
1t took courage to ask Aunt
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long time ago, and was there a
baby like the paper said?
"An' I says there certainly was
a baby and il he was Julie Abb
bots man he must a been the
Iightful father Of Julie Abhot'a
daughter. An where, IS that
daughter now, he asts, and SIS
picion' him / told him he would
have to be provin' first what ne
was talKin' Before I'd give him
any Information about any daugh.
ter.
well, sir. he had such nice
way O. talkin' about him and [
saw he was sick, so | says you'd
better come up and talk it over
with Ma, an by golly he comes,
an he weren't in the house two
minutes when he faints. That
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had dipped no standard. AS al.
ways she had been she still was,
and upon this she must build. win
back to happiness when and how
she could.
Millicent led her away finally,
all gentle understan ding, and with
in a little time Diana could smile
again. And il there were some
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her face, "I have been decent.
fair. And I've lost-and they've
won! Why, Mother, Daddy?
Why?"
Seymour Rand cleared his throat
shocked and dismayed - while
Millicent wept in sympathy. ut
must mean something" he sug-
gested, that you still can like
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yourself. Have you thought of
that, dear? You still can like
yourself"
She had not thought Of that. and
it gave her a thin, wintry sort or
comfort. Life! Ideals going fol.
nothing-the code-faith, honor,
the fine high spirit brought low!
And vet Well, she herself
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she cried Historically. TELL me
that-what's wrong with me? I'm
not a lara trickster! I've been
square, decent, with everybody
OH"
He ran his hand over the
dark curls, held the shaking
little figure, led the girl to her
mother. Diana sank down, buried
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MAKING SOAP
JELLY

A soap jelly will help you to
keep the sink white and shining.
Make the jelly by dissolving soap
in warm water and adding few
tablespoons OF Kerosene. Keep
it in a glass jar near the sink.
This is good use for small pieces
of soap left in the soap dishes
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Whistles You Can't Hear

French policemen help without being heard 1n
are supplied whistles whose notes too III
the human ear sound picked up Oy
microphones flashing the alarm.
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ShnUes With Petrol

- vbo can shave lighted petrol and eat glass With
III affscs is to be found in Lynbrook II ne mas now
usr NO ambition display his accomplishments % ne
world. =.
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and water on it not more than once
a month. During working hours she
wears layer of cream on the throat
and under the eyes. Occasionally She
b. battles her face in spirits of camphor.
she has her hair touched upa fire.
quently, retaining becoming blonde
SADIE. ~
;. And that is all I do, she saws.
except to use plenty of carefully
chosen, carefully applied, makeup. l
nave not yet received any gland treat
ment or had my face lifted, but when
the time comes, expect to do so.
intelligent use of artifice is woman,s
public and personal duty
Since the days of Eve, she says.
men have been shouting for the per-
1ect Woman-"she who would COM
blne the wisdom of age with the at
fractions of youth, and, with the aid
OF modern science, they are in fair
way to get her at last"
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My present day description wouldn'
look bad IN matrimonial ad. if 7 d.
say So says Nina Wilcox Putnam
famous writer, in Hearst's Interna.
tional Cosmopolitan for June. q
look about as well in the bright sun.
hght as I do by lamplight, and NOT
much worse in a bathing suit than in
evening dress" And she tells the
secret of how she does it.
An old woman at 20, a young wom-
an at 40-the miracle can be accom-
phshed-and without money, leisure.
good health and freedom from worry
Don't give physical difficulty anv
publicity, and usually it will die for
lack of Advertising" she writes. age
IS the worst disease of all, and have
simply refused to encourage the
symptoms.
! have been the sole support of NV
lamlly since | was Is, and have had
only two real vacations in 20 wears
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A RAY OF SUNSHINE

He was a man you'd like. was
BILL" sighed the foreman. "Hap-
pest guy on the whole lot. He used
to keep US laughing all day, him with
his jokes and tricks. Any time he
saw we was feeling on the outs, YOU
could always depend on Bill to shove
man off girder, or drop a rivet
down his neck Man, he could make
us laugh"
lie once put guy into the con-
crete mixer. We all laughed to see
now ne came out-all mixed up with
himself, like Bill says. says to him
once to plaster up the chinks in the
wall, SO he grabs coupla Cinnamon
we had carrying bricks, and he walls
them up. Shoulda hear them yellv
"Lotso times he put cement in our
sandwiches. You shoulda seen the
faces we made when we tried to eat
Them But somehow we never was able
TO bawl him out for it. Our teeth was
stuck fast, see?
mo, Bill amt with us anvn,ore
Only this morning he was CARVING
some dynamite across the lot. and
ne throws up stick, just to scare US.
l hen he fools us, and doesn't catch Il
coming down. Yes, yes, that's poor
Bill all over" 0-
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Has it aged me? Not mucby Worl,
Is the least boring thing | know, and
boredom l certainly is aging.
l have had plenty of troubles 7
am great sufferer from insomnia
me and Edison both-but it hasn't
hurt either of us a mite. As matter
OF TACT, probably we are both afraid
o. missing something, that's WHY we
don't sleep. And it may be this keen
ess about what is going on in the
world keeps US young.'
Keep slim, she advises women mast
~. Select simple gowns of latest
mode. shun clothes built to give
proper lines and those (which could
De worn suitably by one of your age y
but don't try to look too Young she
advises. Use % or 80 as a model.
synthetic 16 is never sweet.
The writer follows regular habits
IN care OF her skin. She cleanses her
lace with a mineral oil, and uses soan
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Do you believe in companiate mar
liage?"
NO, belief Is impossible. Com
paniate marriage seems to be an ar
iangement by which nobody is ex-
peeted to put much faith in anybody
ohe: Why did the foreman fire you
yesterday?' -
lie: well, foreman is one who
stands around and watches his gang
work"
She: Il know, but what's that got
to do with it?"
lie: We'll, he got jealous of me!o