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at work the next morning. She
was just on time but she had had
to hurry so that she came away
without even a cup of coffee. 1t
was so hard to get UP in the
morning. At night she was re-
luctant to turn out the lights on
her pretty sitting room. Often
she sat up late just thinking,
wondering if she dared be so
happy.
Often, she sat on the edge Of
the bed wishing she were a grand
lady who didn't have to rush out
in the cold every morning to
struggle into a bus or street car
in order to be at the office by
$50. She was always ashamed of
these thoughts as fast as they
came into her head, but Still they
came.
Persistent, tempting little thought
devils that jabbed ideas into her
brain which didn't want to let in.
This morning she had awakened
late again. she hadn't even
lighted the light in her bedroom
when she came in last night.
She didn't want to look in her
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haps you didn't understand that
/ cared very little for what they
say? 1t seemed enough to know
myself square-to like myself.
Had they been less absorbed
they might have noted slight
quieting of the clamor in the ball
room downstairs.
This was because Ann had come
in; because she was running
sneering, defiant, survey over the
dancers, beginning to weave tip
silly about the edge of the floor.
Walking back from the taxi in
the dust of the road had soIled her
slippers; her dress was stained
where Freddie's flask had upset;
her hair was disheveled and her
evening wrap had been torn.
A dilapidated, raffish creature she
seemed, with the stamp of intoxi-
cation upon her. The crowd OBJ
served her covertly, heads turning
away when she might have spok-
en-, moving from her as if by &C.
cident.
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Diana began to send questing
glances TO the meZzanin stealth
lily at first, then in a disturbed
way. She gave aimless answers
TO her partners jokes and her feet
Jagged. Benny-had he gone
home? Left without word TO
her, knowing that she was sailing
tomorrow for years absence?
She felt crushed, shamefully
neglected-forgetting that she had
not so much as spoken to Benny
when he stood forlornly at the
edge of the crowd about the table
when the toasts were drunk.
And presently she slipped out,
ran up the balcony stairs, her
eyes blurred by tears; crept into
a lounge room. No one about
here. The guests were TOO intent
on their merry making to notice
she had gone. Her air of gaye.y
fell away; she moved wanly to an
open window and looked out over
the rivera wide grayness in he
soft dark.
%'HfSiN 'dIilt idfUIlN from GOWN
stairs, an Oldfa fashioned waltz, with
the Violins sobbing as if over half
forgotten sweet memories
Memories Things long past -
Beauty and sadness. sunlight and
shadow What Law ahead?
Only this-da ncing, laughing. nra-
tending 10 be happy when her
heart always ached? Longing
longing for the touch of a hand.
the sound of voice-for the arms
Of another woman's husband?
She sank down on a divan look
still fixed on the gray of the night
a turning point; moment fraueht
with decision. She would leave
behind the madness, the reveIrv
find life in more stable things
She was through with a career of
playing forever
An impulse. this resolution b,t
she knew il would hold. She knew
her life would be different from
this instant. There would be no
giong back,
A rustic behind her: the divan
creaked family as hands were
placed on the back. Thinking
Noddy or Teddy had followed her
here. Diana managed paltid
smile. turned about
Benny Black. White faced and
stricken, looking down at her az
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If he never would turn his gaze
away. Loving her with his eyes
BY a tremendous effort she
moved her shoulders in little
shrug, brought out lightly, We'll!
Why aren't you dancing?'
But he went on staring, and her
attempted blitheness vanished be-
fore what she saw In his face.
You'll be gone year" He said
this softly, in a flat, dead tone.
Yes" Why pretend? They
understood each other, and at last
were meeting with no barriers up.
Now, when it was too late!
"I'll miss you sou
She kept her face down, for her
lips were trembling. Yet there
was bitterness in the movement
OF her head.
II like to know you are near,
Diana. I like to know that"
The girl laughed now--harshly.
you never let me believe it. Took
pains that l couldn't believe it
yes. Oh, yes"'
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headache, and how the time crept
round so fast. I'm going to
send you right home, my dear,
so that youIl have a good nights
rest, and win feel so much better
in the morning. Curtis, If you'll
call the car, and tell Roberts
'She doesn't want me to know
her son-she'd never have asked
me here IL she knew he was com.
ing home" Joan thought. She
needn't worry-I-I wouldn't look
An ready to start. Miss Has
tings?n
Curtis Barstow was going to
drive her himself
But you have q cold, dear
you had q sore throat yestere
tered over his, brushed imaginary
dust from his sleeve, came to rest
lovingly on his shoulder.
He touched her cheek affection
ately. I'm all right, mother.
Don't bother. The smile he gave
her was filial, but his tone was
IldI, lllldls
Mrs. Barstow's fIuttering white
hands dropped to her sides. There
came a little pinched look about
her nose, but she did not argue
further.
When Curtis suggested driving
home by way of the Park tfor Q
little air. Joan just nodded.
There was q strength about him.
quiet smiling determination
no use fighting It. and
besides, it didn't matter.
At the door he waited. bare.
headed, smiling, while she
searched for the key.
And when am I going TO see
you again?''
Joan thought of Mrs. Barstow.
Hilda. Everything. IT always
stay home and study at night"
she said quickly. Too quickly.
Poor child.' he murmured.
wen have to put q stop to so
much work. All work and no
play! Good night, hope you're
better ins the morning.
He was gone, but he would
come back. Joan knew that he
would, and she didn't know
whether she was glad or sorry.
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climb to the top forget
Over in SausaIito the girls she
used to know had forgotten her,
all but Hilda Sedgwick. In Hilda's
heart a little flame Of envy
burned. The stuck-up Van Fleets!
They were worse than ever since
Joan went East to boarding
school.
You'd think nobody ever went
before. Oh, Mother / DO want
to go to Bryn Mawr. / think
Fathers so stingy."
"Hildar'
well, he is. But / don't care
I'm going to set him back plenty
for the Tri Theta dance"
What can you do with girls
these days? Mrs Sedgwick had
such a cold. She ought to go
with them. and see they didn't
pick out something foolish, but
she felt so Observation-Disclosures"
--There-she was sneeZing again.
Remember. Mother wants you to
get something girlish, and not too
expensive--you know what Father
said about last months bills"
Some fun to shop. The black
velvet in the Vile de Paris was
too lovely for words. but of course
mother would have a fit.
why don't you like the green
taffeta at Nelson's?" Anne was so
easily pleased.
ooh, there are a million just
like it want something really
nice. Father needn't be so tight!
Let's just look in Francine's-'
''Hilda! Maiscn F'rancine! They
don't have a thing less than"
Il don't know-but we can
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He put hand out. laid 1t on her
shoulder. But she glanced at his
shaking fingers, and he took it
away. 'Diana-not this! Please
something to say-you1l listen?
What's the use of telling you I'm
sorry. Shouldn't a man abasc
himself when he has judged like
an exalted fool? Condemned what
he was too small to understand?
Shouldn't he do that, Diana?"
She answered quietly, though
her eyes were filled with a mock
ing light: II seei Weighed and
found wanting Yes-you
did that to me. Condemned me.
Thought me cheap-an unworthy
person" She flung at him, but
that never made me sou
Well, she had suffered, too. Not
so much as the man with the
pain-filled eyes. for he suffered
from his own mistakes. A wave
of pity rushed over her. After
all. she loved him-alwavs would
love him. She said gently: Per.
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He came over to Nancy, spread
open his great coat and erveloped
her in it. She made no resistance.
the little Church Around
the Corner. You've heard of tha:.
haven't you. How'd you like to
be married in the Little Church
Around the Corner?"
In the freight there, the two
of them sitting on the brown
leather davenport with its heaps
OF soft cushions, Nancy O'Day
couldn't believe the words she was
hearing.
Howard Wescott, general mar.
ager of the Wear-Ever Knitting
Mills, was talking about getting
married.
And she had come to work in his
factory, such a short time ago.
We could go on a trip then"
he was saying, and after that"
Nancy was looking into his dark
eyes, but she wasn't hearing ths
words he was saying-not clearly.
Other voices kept crowd.ng his
words back-back--
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would put stop to it--that 1t was
all over
1--WE got such a headache she
heard herself saying.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Come have
some hot tea with me. / was just
going in search of some. Madame
will let you come, I'm sure.
Madame de Guitry, you'll let me
have Miss Hastings for tea?
Mrs. Barstow, all mink fur and
violet scented motherliness, fairly
pushed Joan into her waiting
limousine.
II believe wen go home" she
said. Its so much more rest
full. And can gire you some
thing for your poor head.
1t was good to feel cool hands
on her hot forehead. Mrs. Bar
stow was so nice. Joan had al
ways admired her tremendously,
her perfectly dressed white hair,
her delicate, Dresden-china charm.
They had often talked together for
hours in the shop. about books
and wild flowers and styles. She
wasn't only customer, she was
a friend.
Her house was nice, too. Big
and airy and old-fashioned, like
the old place across the bay.
There was even a garden, with q
hedge. And a silver tea service
with elaborate scrolls and emboss-
ing, like the one she used to help
Heeley clean at home!
"Stay to dinner, toe" Mrs
Barstow begged. MY son IS
away, and / so hate to be alone.
I'm such a selfish old woman.
He spoils me so. I feel truly
sighted when he does leave me
for a night.
The headache powder had dulled
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There was just one gown in
Francine's window. A cloud OF
heavenly pink girlish
enough to please a dozen moth
ers 80 chic enough to sicken
all ones friends Hilda
knew exactly the way she'd look
in it
So did Hogan when Hilda
wanted to try it on. Those stoop
shoulders. gracious
"ItH have it modelled f0r you"
she g,Ished. You can tell so
much better. seeing it on the fig
ure-"
OF course, Anna had to take
that very minute to go out to
lunch. You'll have to model the
pink chiffon for me" Hogan said
belligerently TO Joan, Tending a
hand" in the workroom.
Francine had praised her. She
felt giddy with citation. Why
l don't mind. Hogan
Down the three shallow steps
Joan came. all glowing like the
rosy gown.
No more modelling, soon. No
IhOIC VI AIAS NniAbib aiOdh0 AIh1
a doll. showing dresses with
silly smile.
You don't think 1t is too pink
for me?" the sallow girl in the
blue fox furs asked.
Joan glanced at her, and the
smile froze on her lips. Hilda,
Hilda Sedgwick from Sausalito.
Hilda, who lived next door to
Aunt Evvie and Aunt Babe, and
used to be her chum.
Hilda. finding her tell.
ing everybody
Joan's stiff lips wouldn't form
the words. How do you do, Hilda?
You didn't know / worked here,
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the ache, and the hot tea had
warmed Joan's heart. She felt
better and wanted to prolong the
pleasant duIlness. When she went
home she would have to think.
Here she could just listen, while
Mrs. BarstoW talked.
She showed Joan pictures. Pic
lures of a solemn-eyed baby in a
long, long, christening dress. My
son, Curtis, at seven weeks"
They had finished dinner already.
She was drinking coffee out of
small gilt and blue cup that Mrs.
Barstow, still rambling on in her
sweet, colorless voice, said her
son had brought from France last
summer, when the dining room
door opened and Curtis himself
Joan knew it was he even before
his mother presented himcame
in.
1T didn't expect you tonight
Mrs. RarstoW half rose from her
chair and glanced at Joan.
lie glanced at Joan, too, and
the color rose ever so slightly in
his olive cheek. His light brown
eyes Sccul6o 10 udEhcIl, lie puStiGu
his smooth hair back with a
nervous. boyish gesture.
He didn't look like Bill, not q
bit, but something in the way
he looked at her made Joan think
of Bill Made her think of that
first day when she stood in the
window and he looked up at her
from the rose garden in the sun.
Her eyes blurred. She looked
down at her plate.
Miss Hastings has been keep
ing me company. I'm such
selfish old woman to let her, for
the poor child has a headache"
Mrs. Barstow was murmuring
tactful things, all about Joan's
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Beatrice. distressed and flutter-
ing, looked about for Freddie. But
he was keeping invisible as nearly
as he could, retreating along the
side of the room opposite the in
vader. He slid outside finally, and
Ann set zig-Zag course for the
stairway to the balcony. Grins,
shugs. looks of CONSERVATION were
passed about as she disappeared
at the end OF the landing.
The crowd did not know that
Diana and Benny were in the
lounge room; they failed to vision
Ann stopping at the door, listen
ing with a CLEAN OF cunning in
her swollen little face. breaking
into shrill laughter.
The two turned swiftly. saw her
sway toward them, still shrieking
with empty mirth.
"So"' she spat out. 81 thought
there was something you didn't
want me to know! Trying to keep
me at home! Keeping me out of
the way so you could carry on
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By Hazel Livingston
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time. ooh Joan, you little idiot,
don't give it all up! You've got
a sense OF color and line. You'll
make a saleswoman-a real one
like me. I'll teach you the bust
ness-youn just model for special
customers-I'll make something of
you
That's just what I do wanti
want to everything study
Il thought I'd go to night school.
there's a designing course
''All right Francine said. "All
right
But when she saw Anna, regal
in the wedding gown she had
been wont to wear, when she
knew that even that make believe
was over, a lump rose in her
throat. she CROPPED her way back
TO fitting room and cried. Cried
because this was the end-the end
of her mourning for Bill.
Maisie didn't understand all the
studying. Never night but
what Joan had her nose In a book.
She was always fnssing with
water colors. or sketching little
figures with very small heads,
and very long legs.
But Joan did seem a different
girl. Her color was coming back.
Sometimes she whistIed as she
worked. Work. She fairly wal
lowed in it! Up so early in the
morning, to be the first one in the
shop. She could learn so much
from Francine, before customers
came. Up so late at night, study
ing. studying, when she wasn't
at night school, long after Maisie,
sitting her yawns, had wound the
clock, and padded off to bed.
1t was hard, but it paid! She
was getting there, building a
career. She'd be a success! She'd
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did your" While she struggled
to say them. IIilda watched fas-
cinated, staring incredulonsly at
first. as IL she had seen q ghost.
Then, with a sharp jerk at her
sisters arm and mumbled, /
don't like it after all" to Hogan.
she was gone. Gone with Joan's
high hopes in her stubby hands.
well, of all the false alarms"
Hogan patted her black boyish
bob disgustedly. Did you ever?
sized 'em UP that way as soon
as they set foot in the shop. Win
dow shoppers!'
All afternoon Joan tried Ito
think. Hilda would go straight
home and tell her mother, and
Mrs. Sedgwlck would call on Aunt
Eyvie right away. Tuesday.
And then But she never got
any further in her thoughts. They
stuck right there, her head ached
so. There wouldn't he any future
now. Aunt Evyie would do some
thing something to spoil
II shame her-something
Throb. Throb. Throb. She
wanted TO snatch one OF the filmy
gowns she was hanging on the
rack and tie it, ever so tight about
her head, to stop the pain.
Madame Francine tells me
such interesting things of you!
She says you are studying de-
sign"
n woz Mra Curtis Rarzfow
"the, incest customer" Joan al
ways called her. She tried to
smile through the pain, because it
was so nice of Mrs. Barstow to
still think she was going to be a
designer. But, of course, she
didn't know that Aunt Evvie
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"The big bum" Gingers voice
was saying.
II want you" John Blair's
voice was saying. Il want to love
you and to help YOU
Nancy closed her ears to the
voices. She let Howard Wescott
crush her to him.
She wondered If he really loved
her? Her heart was beating
wildly Fer eyes were raised now
and she saw the portrait OF Yves
colts mother looking down at her
from over the mantel.
Somehow. she couldn't tell why,
but it gave her an uneasy feeling;
she struggled free.
whats the matter?" asked
Wescott perplexed.
ooh. nothing" she sighed, she
pointed to the portrait, your
mother--looking at us
Damn" said Wescott.
He was almost silent on tie rils
back.
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Howard Wescott was in his Of
flee debating when Nancy arrived
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own eyes, to see her own lips
still burning with Howard Wes-
colts kisses.
She had fallen into bed. She
had gone to sleep wondering at
his sudden change yesterday after
she had pointed to his mothers
portrait. Was he in love with
her or she with him? She be-
gan to fear for herself.
AS she passed the slightly open
door between the two offices she
caught a glimpse of the back OF
his sleek head. He was the pic
ture OF a brusque. business man.
faultlessly tailored. keen minded,
a catch for any woman. truly
and so far successful dodger
of them all.
The very way he answered the
society girls who called him on
the telephone was proof that IL
there were any pursuing to be
done, he was going to do 1t. He
was almost rude to one tireless
caller. He had instructed Har-
riet always to say he was not
in when that voice called.
Ito be Continued Tomorrow
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The fitted bodice
skne little than the others
SHRED The same
dncy As for heeher dress has only one
utwhat really The tus
this Please
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walking tie subject that interests
the skirt
n
of course
noticeable of
sWahed hiplne
the
polished
floorl
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"Kina of Hairdressers"

No to make women's head beaultW as
Antoine, earned the title of king of the Worlds
who called his psychological
4 is to be placed his tomb in Paris
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Wrist Watch That Acts as Calendar

An obong wrist recently only inch
nv one and only the me but in add
ton Of the week. the months the date and the phases
of the
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your-your disgraeeful affair
with that woman!'
Continued Tomorrow
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How Much of Her Past Must a Girl Tell
the Man She Wants to Marry?
That Is JOan's Problem
Read This First:

Hastings secluded life with her two
Evvie
DEATH but refuses
with Bill Martini
= Aunt EWES
before think
MARI but OverJoyed
school, and writes
to Through OF unforeseen
unable the appointment and later y
in night at the
of alloy o the hand
haunting that
him with her. On her last
gOOdby She to his
sent to JAIL innocent
oil a bO0tIegging
bail him out from her scan
relations with him
he choice
of aunts
Nv off the
A her lift and tells
JOans home, only
front Aunt Evv girl halfway the
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WOMAN MAKES
SWIM RECORD
Of 50 HOURS

NEW YORK. Sept. 15.-Mrs
Myrtle HuddIeston, S5-year-oii new
York city matron, set new en-.
durance record for both men and
women at 3:15 a. M, today when
she emerged from the Ravenhali
pool at Coney Island after having
remained in the water for 50 hours.
After climbing out of the pool
she collapsed from the strain ri
the long grind.
Mrs. Huddleston recently estab-
Iished a mark of "a hours and 81
minutes only to see it brokea later
by Lee Fourier who remained IL
a pod at Cotton, Calf. for 50
hours and Sc minutes.
Two bands played and crowd
of n1ardi gras celebrants c1eersd
Mrs. Huddleston enthusiastically
when she passed Fourrier's record
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PEACE TALK

World peace will be discussed by
Secretary of State Frank - kel-
logg at an open air meeting to be
held near the Peace Cross m the
Cathedral Close, Sunday, October
81, under the auspices Of the Forty
ninth Triennial General COIVen-
ton OF the Episcopal Church. 1t
was announced today.
Among the speakers will be
Senator william +. Borah, and the
Right Rev. Charles II. Brent. D. ID.
Bishop of Western New york.
Church dignitaries from the four
corners of the world will attend the
meeting in the open air amphi-
theater on the grounds of the
Cathedral. Included will be nearly
all the members OF the House ,of
Bishops of the Episcopal Church, the
full membership of the House OF
Deputies and convention delegates