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 | The late editions were full O.
 lews of the missing plane. Bryn- nor's attention was arrested by tht | headlines as he left the office ! ihortly before five o'clock. That will be hard on Mary Lou, | le thought. Why not send hel come flowers? That would be z | decent gesture to prove that don't roear her any ill will"
 He stopped at florists on the corner and ordered a dozen roses sent to Mary Lou at Jays shop With that errand done, he promptly forgot Mary Lou and her troubles, and turned his thoughts to Clarice He was to have tea with her.
 It was a pity Clarice hadn't i'm pressed his father, Brynmor re- flected, as he rode toward her flat.
 I'll bet he'd have me marry some flat-heeled, flat-chested girl with glasses and country relatives, "
 
 he unused moodily. These mediations brought him to the door of Clarice's flat. Gloom and Clarice didn't go together, and his spirits rose as he opened the door to greet her.
 Look, Bryn, darling" she called as he entered the room. "See my new dressl Like it?"
 He stood looking at her, and for got everything except her beauty.
 You're always lovely, sweet heart"
 She stood on tip-toe, kissing him fervently. She pressed her cheek against his.
 Don't let's wait any longer, Bryn,' she whispered. T hate these hours when we're apart. Let's get married at once want you so.'
 Brynmor's voice was muffled.
 "All right, sweetheart, we won't wait any longer. I'll get a special license tomorrow, and we'll be mar ried the following day. What do care what the pater thinks?"
 "Oh, that will be wonderful, Bryn."
 The thought echoed through her head like the triumphant peal of a bell <. Mrs. Brynmor Whitta- more. day after tomorrow -. daughter -in-law of Colonel Rich ard Whittamore with a large estate in Wales. That was something for Ia child of the slums to have at tained. She was glad she had fought.
 Soon she prepared to dress for the club, and Brynmor eventually tore himself away He was to sec her, as usual, that night at the club.
 Going down the stairs he met Freddy Mason, whom Clarice had called her cousin. The encounter annoyed him. Why the devil was this bird hanging around Clarice?
 T haven't seen you to congratu- late you on your engagement to Clary," Mason said in his suave voice.
 Thanks"
 Mason seemed in a talkative mood. e
 Its a pity Clary is to give up her dancing. She's making good money. I warn you, Whittamore, the kid has expensive tastes. But l don't suppose you're worrying with the actual wedding merely dream of the distant future"
 The suggestion of sarcasm in his tone angered Brynmor.
 "As a matter of fact" he blurted out, were to be married the day after tomorrow.
 That so?' Brynmor noticed that Masons eyes narrowed. His lips were set tight. He wondered if Mason might not be fond of Clar- ice himself.
 Walking down the road few minutes later, he reasoned there was good ground for this belief. Yes, the fellow probably was in love with Clarice. That would ac- count for the yelled antagonism in his manner.
 Meanwhile Mason smiled grimly as he approached the door of Clar- ices flat.
 50 that's her gamer" he said to himself. That young fool cer- tainly gave her away"
 Clarice gave him a casual nod as he made his way into the room.
 Make yourself at home" she re- marked.
 He grinned lazily. q intend to-"
 She smiled to herself as she poll ished her nails with large buffer.
 You seem mighty pleased with yourself" Mason commented. Any special reason?"
 None that l think of"