Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1932-09-30
The Missing
Heiress
By ISABELLE WATT
g by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.
(WNU Service)

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| TUDY was furious: furious at herself
y for blushing; furious at the man
beside her for catching her looking up
| at him. Yet she could not help 1t.
Ever since that first, Pardon me. is
this seat engaged?' she had felt his
hypnotic gaze upon her. He, too, she
saw from his ticket, was going to New
York city. His luggage was high
grade. Gold initials-were they ]. ST
| adorned black walrus case.
AS the train stopped, Judy reached
the aisle first. Two strangers acc0st-
ed her at the foot Of the steps. miss
Herrick? We'd like word with YOU"
They took hold of her arms.
Startled, the girl jerked to free her.
self, but the men held on. "Who are
your" she demanded. let 60 my
arms. You've got nervel"
The two men held their ground.
We've been detailed to take you
home"
"Well, neveri I'm not this per-
son you're looking for and can prove
it. Hey, Georgel" She had caught
sight of the man who'd occupied the
train seat with her. He was coming
down the steps, carrying two large
suitcases. '"These men," she confront
ed him, think I'm somebody named
Angela Herrick. You can vouch for
me. For goodness sake tell them I'm
Judy Smith. There-my initials are
on that overnight case he's carrying
for me-" she pointed out to the detec-
tives. You can see for yourselves"
"You can see for yourselves" &C
guessed George" calamity. II can
speak for this young lady"
Puzzled, but treasured, the men
breathed hasty apologies. This girl,
they said. just fitted the description Of
an heiress, missing now several days,
who had been reported en- route from
Boston to New York.
THANK you-George," Judy smiled,
| when they were alone.
you're welcome, Judy. Do you be-
lieve in wish fulfillment?"
"That's something to do with
dreams, isn't it2'
"Um-h'm. so I've heard. Anyway,
was dreaming on the train had met
you and now l have"
well, you'd better wake up and
help me get out of here before those
private detectives come back. See
them over by the gate? I'll wager
they're still watching me-
He looked at her Queerly. She was
then that missing heiress. He'd read
something about it in the paper. Sup
pose stick around bit, Miss-Miss
Smith. We seem TO have lots Of things
in common-initlals and glances, for
instance. How about a common
| lunch?"
VI think you're being horrid, but I'm
starved and would like to give those
| dumb sleuthS the Slip"
Downtown, in a restaurant noted for
its excellent cuisine, Judys eyes
touched her companions. This time
he blushed. II don't wish to seem
impairment. Miss Smith," he accented
the name slightly. ITS your own af-
fair if you want to be among the miss
| ing, but If could be of service In any
way-you-you can trust me-" he
blurted out.
$50 you think I'm Angela, too"
| ave seen your picture in the roto
gravure."
81 know. We do look alike. Well,
l owe you some explanation, suppose
Tn Miss Herrick's double. It's ter
rible thing to be a millionairess.
You're watched every minute. II you
visit girl friend without telling the
world you're reported missing. Poor
Angela ran away to have q little
peace. She's on her way home now.
Gave me the wink when she walked
past those detectives who detained me.
You see, 1 stall of reporters and cam
era men, while she sails by incognitO
In q wig and one of those new wells
You must cross your heart and hope
to die you won't ever tell"
"No, won't tell"
He was, she saw, looking at her
WIFI mlSKlVlnkb. lou re ulSdppOlut-
ed that you didn't rescue an heiressi
I'm sorry"
Tin tickled to death you aren't that
Herrick girl l was just wondering
how many other travellers you call
George"
"Why, George, +"
Because l won't have 1t! Do you
hear? Suppose l hadn't been me, but
some other fellow, why-here you'd
been, having luncheon with some other
George"
"Why, George-Say, what Is your
name, anyway"
"It's George" George confessed.
George Jarvis Saunders. Only
dropped or my first name. Always
hated it till heard you say it. Say
It again, will your
"All right, you silly old-George.
never went out with a man before,
really" she confided. But / have to
have a little life of my own"
"Sure you do, Judy" Saunders
stared at her in open admiration.
Suppose | run along now and show