Nogales international., 1935-02-16

hint OF warning.
"You see," Barry explained, in
that careful way, my uncle was
really the head of the Duane Mills.
My father had died years before,
when | was baby, and Uncle Bob
had bought in further share from
my mother. Fathers will left every
thing to her. Uncle Bob was un-
married, and meant to pass on the
control of the mills to me"
Anne murmured something, she
scarcely knew what. SO Mrs.
Duane did hold the check book!
"Uncle Bob was different from
the rest of the Duanes. His health
wasn't good, and one March, after
a bad attack of pneumonia, he went
off for year in the West. When
he got into the Pinos Valley scheme
it was easy to think of the mills as
solid asset to back something bet
ter. He was SO sure of success that
he financed it entirely himself. He
didn't take anybody else's money,
but of course there were-repercus-
sions
"The crash came, and all that
remains of the Duane ownership is
the name and the comparatively
small block of stock which my
mother still holds. For the sake of
the name / have nominal Office.
The real head is Gage"
She moved suddenly. "Who?"
John Gage. He was Uncle Bob's
chief creditor, and all sorts of a
millionaire"
She did not answer. Barry was
looking soberly ahead of him, and
did not notice her frozen stiffness.
II have the Western lands"
Barry went on" which barely meet
their own overhead as things stand
now, and just enough income for
our personal expenses here. Some
times I'm tempted to throw the
whole thing up and get job. Any
job. 1t might be better than hang
ing around like this, halfway be-
tween a visionary and a lounge
lizard"
you're not! I won't have you
calling yourself names like thati
And you're not going to give all
your hopes up, either" She gave
his shoulders a furious little shake,
almost in tears for him. "If things
are like that we can't afford to live
in Granleigh. You're not really
needed here, and we could go back
and make the ranch pay and save
a lot of useless expenses. don't
mind being poor"
II know you don't, you good little
sport, but there's serious hitch.
He looked uncomfortable again, a
little on the defensive. when the
crash came, my mother was pro-
strated, and l gave her my word
that l would stay East at least SIX
months out of every year, as long
as she lived. . Sorry you married
me, Nancy?"
"Never!" She hugged him i'm
pulsively. Don't you dare give it
up. It's coming all right. You wait
and see"
But her heart was heavy.
Anne heard the swish of a car
coming in the drive.
Usually Cleo came in the road
ster> preferring to drive herself, but
today a long grey limousine waited
there. A chauffeur stood by the
door. He was new man.
Anne looked toward him casually,
and her eyes stayed. For an III
slant they seemed to cling to him
in frozen recognition. The chauf-
feur slipped easily into his own seat:
There had not been a glimmer OF
surprise in his face; only a cool
watchfulness.
Cleo's eyes widened. This was
too good to be true. These two
knew each other, Barry's wife and
a chauffeur!
Il ditched the roadster yester-
day, so Pm giving it rest until
the parent stops roaring"
Cleo sat watching Barry's wife
with bright, slanting glances. Anne
talked when she had to, listened to
Cleo, commented and even laughed,
but now and then her hands moved
nervously in her lap, and her eyes
went back to that smartly uniformed
figure in front.
The tennis finals were on when
they arrived. 1t was good tennis,
but Anne found her eyes wandering
off toward a wide arc of parked
cars. . . What was Jim doing here?
When it was over, Cleo fingered,
little in the rear, but Anne slipped
ahead to where the limousine stood.
"Jim, must see you alone. just
as soon as possible"
"Yes, we ought to have lot to
talk about" There was jeer in
the guarded tone. He opened the
door for her, without the faintest
change of expression. II guess you
know where to find me"
Cleo's light steps were behind
them. "I'll take you home in plenty
of time for dinner, but / want to
show you something first"
Outside of laying violent hands
OH her, there was no getting rid
Of Cleo, once she started to have
her own way.
Continued Next Week