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'No-what is 1t about-hot dogs
and wild women?"
"Yes-just that said she, grit.
ting her teeth.
He reached down and picked up
the book half open at her feet.
whats this? Asnodeus! Good
Lord, child, for a gay little flap
per you've a very quaint taste in
literature"
Il suppose you know all about
flapper faster
i've been told my technique is
excellent. And that / give very
darling ones.
She. grinned, hating Saxon
Rhodes bitterly.
He went on, smiling. lazily turn
the pages of her book. Il fol-
lowed you here
"Oh, thanks"
Deep chuckling laugh, humming
with secret hilarity. IT thought
you'd be pleased. I wanted to
know what you meant when you
asked me If was real the other
night. That was most adorable
remark"
Part Of my technique" said
she biting1y.
Adorable, none the less. Why
are you interested In this book
this century old thing? YOU OF
TODAY"
"I suppose you think TO-DAY Is
easy as we'll as worthless? / want
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earnest, so filled with distress;
hair tumbled a bit as it used to
be when he came in from football
practice. A piercing memory OF
the old days caught her; Kent
bending across the aisle to drop
a. note on her desk; Kent laugh
ing down at her under the elm.
Hard to feel any doubt Of him;
incredible that she should wonder
If he could be like those others
she had heard of, prosecutors
who tried to prove innocent per-
sons guilt of crimes.
II have TO handle this case,
Emily. I'd save you If could.
She believed that. Nothing but
truth in his face, in the blue
eyes looking at her so kindly,
with such pity.
IF you'd work with me, Emily"
What can / do?'
''Your sister told about a
woman coming to the limp"
~ heard only what she said be-
fore the coroner. 1t was the
first-you see, 1 didn't know she
was friendly with Wickert."
He was marking little squares
on the desk blotter and he
glanced at her Quickly. Hard
for you. had no idea-didn't
guess she was your sister until
Could you get her to tell
more about the woman? We've
no trace, vet. Could you help
me find her?"
Go Be Continued Tomorrow
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to tell you that since the world
began there was never harder,
more muddled time for girl than
this some TODAY
She leaned back, her head
against the tree. He noticed sud-
denly the dress she wore-a
simple navy blue jumper with
sleeves and collars of lavender
silk. Oddly the lavender seemed
the color of her cheeks and eyes;
the navy was the tone of her
blue-black hair. Rich, warm har-
mony of color.
Nshe's beautiful" he thought
and was astonished not to have
noted this before. Beautiful and
very sweet as she sat there mus
ing and troubled.
He reached up, touched her
hand: "All the gay technique van
ished this morning? Why soE
I'VE been watching you for the
last half hour. What were You
doing in such a flaming fury!
And what do you find so trouol-
ing today?" ..
a triII OF merriment. Pleasant
the look on his face.
teNvself! For the last half
hour I'VE been deciding my future:
Once I thought I was to be a real
artist. l know now that l never
will be-perhaps not even good
enough to make a living in com
mercial work. That's what want
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the great trees which border the
courthouse lawn. She went slow.
~, fearfully, up the walk to the
old brick building and through
crumbling Railways to the door
marked District Attorney"
She didn't know quite what to
do. And while she stood there in
a mounting agitation Kent came
striding briskly through the
corridor.
He didn't see her at first. Then
she moved and the light from a
high window fell upon her face.
He stopped, and the blue eyes
seemed to go through and through
her; she had dismal feeling that
she would cry.
tits little Emily"' His hand
was out and he was smiling.
"You came to see me-"
Eyes. / though-well-"
He led the way to his private
office and she crept along. There
was a big, leather chair by a
desk and he turned it a bit so the
sun would be at her back. But
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high above old-fashioned pet.
tineSs.
Nevertheless she told about
Kittens connection with the
Witckert affair. She told about
the officers coming to the house
and how Marty had taken up her
sisters defense. She even told,
wonderingly, how Kent had pre-
vented old Gade making her a
witness at the inquest.
''Humph! Why don't you go
and see Rossiter?"
But he's against us, Frances.
Marty said"
Marty! Think you could drive
my car? OF course you can. Take
it and run over to Novel City to
the courthouse. And remember
the law is never against an
innocent person."
What can / tell him? I don't
see
Hell do the talking, I dare
say"
So Emily drove the seven miles
to Novel City and parked under
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G(TTURRYr' she said to the man.
IL Horace Hopkins is like
George Washington. He doesn't
ask. Have the guests arriyed?' but
is the dinner hour here?'
The. man, with a shrug. took
her arm, hurried her to a ma
chine. Going off to dinner-the
two of them-TesS and Saxon.
Jerry stood very quiet against
tree.
Tess laughed. AS Saxon opened
the car she faced him, her face
raised. He stopped ami gave her
q long, rapt kiss.
A long while after Saxon and
Tess were gone, Jerry remained
In the shadows intently observing
tree trunks barred with silver
fight. She felt extraordinarily
stilled as though she were never
10 move, never to laugh again.
She knew she was absurd. AS
though she hadn't kissed quite
dozens of men herself. Her sense
of hunor came feebly to the res
cue, reminding her derisively: You
wanted it for YOURSELF! You're
sore Tess got it!''
But it was no more than this.
1t was the dimn1ing of radiance.
She went slowly back, not deign.
tng an answer to Heinie when he
excitedly caught her arm and
rushed her to his room.
There won't be a drink left if
you don't hurry. I've been search.
ing for you everywhere"
She gave him a plying stare.
What did / do now?" he begged
humbly. Jerry, DON'T start
Negotiating me. My whole week.
end will be spoiled"
"Oh, be your age-cut the sob
stuffv'
Heinie looked grieved. He was
tall, lanky youth about %, with
q long, kind face and brown
eyes like faithful dogs. Al
doughboy in a helmet-nothing
warlike but the uniform.
Gay sounds filled Heinie's room.
Marza's golden laugh. Sitting
on the bed, on chairs, on the
floor. Glasses raised. Others
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to do-long to do. If / haven't
enough talent for this, III be in
an awful fix
why"
"IlI have nothing to do! That's
the heck of it today. Unless a
girl has to get out and dig for
mere bread and butter, there's
nothing for her to do. She
doesn't have to weave or spin or
cook or wash. She's just. as UNI
necessary as two queens in one
beehive. She has no choice, as
Nietzsche points out between
meaningless activity and bore
dom. =
You might get married"
1--WE considered that. Get mar
ried and have seventeen children
!, immediately"
quite drastic escape. Having
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seventeen children, for al voc
know. may be just a. meanings
less activity as painting seventeen
worthless pictures"
But I'd have no time to BpecuA
late about it. That helps. And
I'd be saved from whole years aA
q bridge table half q cent . pointt
saved from whole rivers Of sin
rickeys. On a lovely morning
like this, 1 don't want to sink
into that!
But I will as sure a. fate-s
unless
She reached over to her foIics
Suddenly she held q sketch to-
ward him. s'You should have
judgment, being an architect. I
hear that you're poet In stones
This is the best Of my sketches
Tell me--is it any good?''
TO BE Continued Tomorrow.
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Gray Squirrel came along.
"Why do you cry?" he asked.
BILLY Goat will not go home"
said Jack Rabbit.
"Do not cry, Jack Rabbit,
said Gray Squirrel.
II will make
your goat 60 home"
With a clippity, clippity, clip,
away went Gray Squirrel
to make Billy Goat 60 home.
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Billy Boy and His Billy Goat
Gray Squirrel said,
Come, 60 home, little goat"
Billy Goat said,
II will not go home"
"But we must 60 home,"
said Gray Squirrel.
Billy Goat said,
"Catch me if you canw
And away he ran.
Gray Squirrel sat down
and began to cry.
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Paste Mondays first picture on the out
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strip and paste in your book. Page opposite
cover is page 1. Read your story and
color your pictures.
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when she says that the rudy cheeks and alert minds
of her two children shown above to her than
Midas wealth. That unhappy king, you will recall,
failed to attain happy smile and sparkling eyes
if everything he touched did turn to gold The answer
les continues Mrs Dieux, "in we-baked wholesome
pure Bond Bread"
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only, but in the increased
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for play. and restful slumber.
Made of the same food mae
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United States Center of Electrical POlCeT:
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A Gay Narrative of Hot BlOOded Youth
By the Author of ''Chickie" and
Other Popular Stories
What Has Happened So Far:

Jerry King lOveab eyersming nappe closed her book az she
yielding
The couple the hall Jerry enyied her mothers charm that
planned to elcpe but derry phOned Billy she
His dark soulful followed her continually
raining. Bud Malone
came dripping refused out with him.
NOLU Go On With The Story.
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height, when TASKS were half
emptied and the music was mount
ing to it's height of abandon. when
she was dancing. Iaughingly, with
Bert Cunningham, he brought her
her coat.
For heavens sake. lee us get
out of here" he said.
I.yla Barstow set down her tea
Gun with a little tinkling sound.
But he must have said some
thing" she said. ''It isn't like
Curtis to go off without a word!'
mo, he didn't. l didn't see him
at ALL" Joan repeated, DULY. She
had been repeating 1t for half an
hour. but still the inquisition
went on.
Eyes, he wouldn't have gone all
the way to Seattle 10 finish that
case alone, Mr.. Kennedy himself
said 1t wasn't necessary. He
didn't know why Curtis went, and
I'm sure I can't understand 1t.
Why should he get on the train
so suddenly, and take that long
miserable trip when a few tele-
grams or even telephone con.
versation would have done as
well?"
81 don't know. Mrs. Barstow."
'fHe wouldn't have gone off
that way without some reason.
You are sure you didn't quarrel,
Joan?"
mo. we didn't quarrel"
mot that there would be any
excuse for quarreling with Cur
tbs. There never was anyone so
easy TO get along with as he.
Joan. don't want to hurt you.
but have you understood Curtis?
He hasn't been himself since
since the engagement. NY dear,
do you think you will make him
happy? Wouldn't it be better
Joan just twisted her handker.
chief in her hands.
You see what / mean. II you
can't get along, surely it In better
to admit it now. Much as I'd
hate to see it broken Off"
The next day she began all over
again, telephoning to Joan bright
and early, at the shop. Joan"
this is Mrs. Barstow. You haven't
heard from Curtis? / can't under.
stand it. I'm wiring Bakers in
Seattle. I don't know why he
doesn't write---'
Bakers reported briefly and col
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lect that Mr.. Barstow had not a.
yet called at their office.
Curtis had no intention Of call.
ing at Bakers. He simply went
because he had to- 90 somewhere.
and it was the first place that
occurred to him. He had to get
away from Joan and San Fran
cisco. Had to get away and to
think 80
And besides--there was Blanche,
who had housekeeping rooms IN
an old house way out on Fifth
Street.
"Surev she said when he tele-
phoned, Bring the chicken, and
I'll get busy on it. / got six
bottles of good beer Fred brought
In on the last trip No, he
amt in port now, not until the
22nd. Gee, I'm glad you're in
town. was kinda lonesome.
Gloria has been talkin' about you,
too. Only this morning she said
to me, Mamma, why don't Uncle
Curt come no more?-the poor
kid. she likes you"'
So Curtis came.
Blanche put both arms around
him and kissed him soundly. II
am glad to see you-what's the
matter with your old firm that
they don't send you up here any
more? You're q stranger-and
gee, Curt have missed you"
That was the incest thing about
Blanche-her warm sincerity. She
was big girl, with cheeks like
apples, and wide, welcoming
smile. There was something fresh
and wholesome about her. You'd
never take her for what she was.
Not that Blanche thought of her.
self as anything but a good wife
and mother.
Curtis stayed two days. He
bought a blue brOadcloth coat
with a diminutive squirrel collar
for Gloria. The blue just matched
her eyes. He felt almost happy
for a moment when she put her
thin little arms tight around his
neck and squeezed him-"Dear
Uncle Curt"
CTo Be Continued Monday)
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, curving into Joan's consciousness,
bringing her back back
from the blackness in which she
had floated all night, the formless,
peaceful blaokness, in which there
were no thoughts, no memories,
no tears nothing
My God" Maisie painted. IT
thought thought for a min
ute"
Her warm hands were on
Joan's cold shoulders. lifting them.
You gave me an awful turn,
living there so quiet. with all your
clothes on Johnnie
tell Maisie something
happened. Tell Maisier'
And then in q high, seolding
voice she cried. You haven't gone
and broke your engagement. you
foolish girl
Joan held out her hand. the
limp blue hand on which Curtis
ring still blazed brightly in the
sun.
Well, then, if nothing's hap.
pened, I think you're mighty
silly girl, lying on top of your
bed all night with your clothes
on, catching your death of cold
Now you go take a warm
bath an a good cold shower an
I'll have breakfast ready
of all the foOlishness / ever did
. uizF iyG
that - ."
she said, still in the brusque,
scolding tone she used to cover
her emotion, AN tell her over
slep'. and you're going to be good
and late.
Yes" Joan said docilely.
But it was Curtis number she
called when Maisie had gone bust.
ling down the back stairs to COM
plain about the garbage again.
Curtis, this is Joan. I'm sorry
if l disturbed you.
just remembered that it is the
Cunningham dinner dance to-
, night. Could you tell them I'm
i'll. please. Curtis? Oh,
no, no-please don't ask mel
couldn't face them-I couldn't.
Ali right. if you think it
is best. Yes. I'll man.
age, somehow"
So she had to go, because peo-
pie would think 1t queer il she
didn't.
4
The orchestra was playing when
they came in, Jean and Curtis to-
gether, for the last time, surely for
the last time he wouldn't
expect her to do 1t again
Curtis is off his oats tonight"
Eusenia said.
MoIIie Davis looked and laughed.
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same intuitive faculty-that the
spoiled heiress to the Beaumont
oil millions regarded with favor
her fathers new aide, who not
only was athletic and g0od-Ioo
ing. but had proved the most
efficient os the many employees
the irascible Beaumont had hired,
tested and sent on their way.
For a moment the two men
glared at each other. Then Lit.
tleton went on his way into the
mouse without a word and Ralph
went forth into the hard. cruel
world to make $4,000 for himself
ana win the girl he loved.
Just how hard and cruel It was
he did not fully realize until ore
night long afterWard--to be exact,
Just year after he had left ths
Texas city in which the DeSu.
monts made their home.
The huge clock in the city park
just was Ginning eight when A
smart little roadster swung into
the porte cochere of the old Beau.
mont mansion and came to halt.
Ralph Wilton leaped out, slammed
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the door Of his car shut and sped
up the steps two at a time.
He rang; rang it again; rang
insistently. 1t was answered
finally by a maid.
please tell Miss Beaumont Mr..
Wilton is here" Ralph told her,
after she had asked him to be
seated
Miss Beaumont is dressing Cor
the theateT," the maid informed
him. She's late, and I'm not GER
tain that she'll see anyone now
Ralph checked the retort ne
was aBout to make, rejecting
that, after ALI. the maid was a
newcomer, didn't know him and
well. anyway, it wouldn't help any
10 take maid to task.
The maid did not return. Ralph
waited for ten minutes. He was
beginning to get angry when,
suddenly. Mary appeared in the
doorway and came toward him -
rather languidly. he thought.
why. Ralph! This is a sur
prise" she said. "Where've you
been all these years."
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COn1pLete in This Issue

) in ten days. I'm on my way now
to meet him for theater.
"You see, Ralph, I'm q woman.
and like all the rest of us at some
time or another. 1 changed my
mind. Oh, I know It's beastly, and
rotten, and all that, but you were
away, and Tom was always
around. and-well. :"
Ralph Wilton laughed.
Gosh. that makes 1t fine all
around" he exclaimed Selling
Mary's hand and squeezing it be-
tween his own. Il came here
tonight to fulfil my part Of the
agreement. as said. II you were
determined to hold me to 1t. but l
hoped to be able to break the en-.
gagement. You see Mary, there's
a. little girl back in New York
who's helped me immeasurably,
and-well. I'd hoped you'd be
sport about the whole thing, but
you've spared me the necessity"
80 long. Mary" He blew her
kiss. Good luck to you and Little
ton, I'm off for New York"
He seized his hat and bolted
through the door. And Mary, who
once had changed her mind In
favor of Littleton, now changed 1t
again-this time in favor OF Ralph.
But 1t was too late. And she
knew 1t. So. as every other woman
would do In the circumstances she
sank down on a diivan and gave
way to bitter tears.
She was A good enough sport,
however, less than a week later.
when she read in one of the New
York papers news OF the marriage
of the wealthy Ralph Wilton and
Macy Harden. stenographer. to
send the couple a message of con.
graduation aud good wishes.
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"Where've I been? Don't you
know? Don't you remember our
agreement"
Our agreement" Mary asked.
as II 1t all were news to her.
"Oh. you remember" Ralph told
her, somewhat gruffly. "Well,
I'm back to fulfill my part of it.
It's just a year since | left.
was to earn $4,000 by my own
eIforts' and then you were to
marry me. Right?
Wen, here's the 10000. I
drew 1t out Of the bank this after.
noon. earned it all. everv cent
OF it. / give you amy word of
honor on that"
From an inner pocket ~ nis
coat he drew a sheaf of bi,ls and
nanded them to Mary. Mechan.
lcalIy she counted them, There
were fifteen 1000 bills in the
Why. there's $4,000 here" she
told him.
Eyes, ! didn't stop at $4,000. I
earned almost as much more.
How? III tell you all about it
some day. That car out there's
mine. too" He pointed out of the
window TO the spot where he had
parked his roadster.
Why Ralph. that's fine. that's
fine, Mary said but there were
tears in her eyes.
WHAT'S the matter, Mary?"
ralph asked, a sudden hope in his
heart.
Why-why--oh, Ralph, Heven't
you heard? But OF course you
haven't. You've been away so
long. I'm engaged to Tom Little.
ton. Dads taken him In a jun
Tor partner. We're TO be married
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HER TICKLE HEART 4 4 Story Of 1 Real L. l.

DALPH raised his head, which
~ had dropped in despair as
he listened. Sudden hope famed
II his eyes.
You mean that, Nary" he
asked eagerly.
Yes, 1 mean It," Mary re.
peated. That's all have
against you. You have too much
money and. being under no neces-
sity Of earning a living. you've
become an idler, a para site.
don't need money when l marry.
! have plenty Of my own, as you
know"
80. K. It's a bargain" Ralph
said swiftly. Just a year from
teday I'm to come hack with
$4,000 I've earned all through
my own efforts, and then you1l
marry me. Right?"
Right" Mary answered gravely.
I'm on my way" Ralph told
her, reaching for his hat.
He sped down the steps of the
beaumont home three at a time,
fired by enthusiasm and his sud
DEN high resolve. At the foot of
them he bumped into and almost
was sent SPRAYING by a tall,
1.-THE, rather good-looking young
man who was about to enter the
house. He scowIed as he recog.
nized Tom Littleton. old man
Beaumont's efficient young secre,
cary. Llttleton returned the
scowl.
Ralph. with the intuition of
men who love. knew that Little.
ton looked with admira ton upon
the fair and the wealthy Mary
Ann Beaumont. He knew also
or. rather. he sensed 1t by the
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Look at, him incoming at the
Hastings girl. If you ask me. she
carries that Lily Maid of Astolat
stuff too far. She looks like some
thing washed up by the tide"
''MoIIie"
well. she does. Did you ever
see anything like the way he keeps
looking at her! He hasn't taken
his eyes off her once all evening"
MolIie was right, he hadn't.
He couldn't. When he took her
hand to dance with her 1t burned
him coldly, like ice. He was re-
PEELED and attracted and torn a
dozen ways at once. He saw her
white beauty, clear and clean and
virginia.. Her pathetic childish
lips, scarlet in the white of her
face. Her deep gray-green eyes,
the color OF troubled waters, half
hidden by the long golden lashes,
just deeper than the gold OF her
hair. Her dear, curly hair that
glinted like halo, halo OF god.
ness
"She is good" he thought, "she
is! She couldn't look that way
and not be no matter
what she did what
tragic. pitiful mistake of the
past
And then he'd see her dancing,
someone else's arms about her.
Someone holding her close, some.
one whispering to her, loving her,
perhaps Good God. what
il that were the man 1t
might be 1t might be
1t might be someone he
met every day of his life
someone who would take his hand
and congratulate him. with his
tongue in his cheek Lucky boy,
BarstOw" Lucky boy-getting my
lea Wings
He'd wipe his damp forehead
that couldn't go on. I'M
possible to go through life, won
dering that way. Better never to
see her again.
Never to see her to
let her go forever. Joan with the
skin like velvet, the sweet red
lips Impossible to leave
her to give her up now
with the wedding date set
and the plans all made
I'm going crazy! - crazy" he
thought. desperately.
And when the gaiety was at its