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J O KATHLEEN NORRIS WNU SERVKI F--i , TOE STORY TIITJS FAR Lflt Carscadden, blue-eye- reddish-halre- d and 21, loses her job In New $Cy, offericnhgoosuessefutlhatbutitmeunwtoelschoomwe helurgg"enseUwons to her boss IVpically purse-wh- lch she Bought Knd-hsn-d store, to her cousin CeclUa Moore. The purse revives mem 11 , boy she had met the previous tummer--a boy whose first namTal! Wmbered, was Peter. At home that evening, waiting for her. are her ,t7 Jo. her brother, and Angela, her crippled sister. Joe, too, has lost DurW the evening Angela finds fifty dollars In a secret fin Sheilas purse. They are both happy at the discovery, only to be Irtened when Mrs. Carscadden tell Sheila the money must be returned ; person whose Initials and itreet number are on the purse. Sheila Is if to return the money dressed In an ancient outfit. Then, she feels, the I win reward her liberally. She looks upon the escapade as a lark. She ifliflerent when she enters the magnificent home, for the occupants prove the MO Cann family, old friends, now wealthy, of Sheila's father. And hh sees Peter, her acquaintance of the previous summerl Sheila finds feter if Judge Mc Cann son. Both Peter, and his brother Frank, are to be named. Frank offers to take her home, and Peter secretly a slip of paper In her hand. The paper Is a message, asking her to SPeter at the library the next day. I 1 speculated nervously, beside her at the window. "We'd break our legs." "Gosh!" he ejaculated, eft for an other feverish inspection of the room. "My mother'! waiting for me now!" "I know it." "I'm due at a party at seven!" the boy muttered. He had returned to the door. It was a high door, deep-se- t and un-promising. It had been built in that long-ag- o time when solidity and permanence were considerations in architecture. Even to the pressure of Peter's body it yielded not a quiv-er. Peter kicked it; it did not stir. "Gosh. I'll bet there aren't ten doors like that in New York!" he exclaimed bitterly. "The doors in our place well, throw a silk stocking against them and they rattle!" Sheila observed. Peter gave her a resentful glance. "It's all right for you," he said. "But I'm in a hole." "Oh, we'll get out," she stated. "All right, we'll get out. But how?" "Well" she hesitated. "But you can't imagine our not getting out," she offered. "I've got to get out!" "There doesn't seem to be a tele-phone " Sheila remarked thought-fully. His glance explored the entire place. "D'you suppose they open up the library nights?" "They might Saturday night." 'They don't!" he said in despair. "If we could Just bust Into that next room," he began again, after a pause in which Sheila, having opened the window upon the bleak winter evening, had hung out of it at all possible angles, to see if she could discover any means of escape. "Iff snowing!" the girl an-nounced, breathless, with soot on her cheeks, as she drew In her head and slammed the window down again. "Whew-w-w-l It't bitter, out there." The first look of personal uneasl- - 1 off," he began again with gusto; "we like each other. We have din-n- er together, and we dance togeth". er. and along about midnight I find myself telling her that I love her get me? And it was true, too! I said to that girl, 'You and I are going to be married. Sheila. I'm coming to see you Tuesday night, and meet your folks, and just as soon as we get ready to tell them' " "Yes, I know," Sheila interposed, scarlet-cheeke- "But" "Well, I come back to town, I try to find my girl, it can't be done," Peter summarized it rapid-ly. "For a while I'm all ofT my feed; I feel rotten. I get to walking up and down strange streets looking for her no good. "Well, all the time Gertrude's right in the picture, see? Just like one of my sisters I mean," Peter interrupted himself, speaking more naturally, "I mean I've always liked Gertrude. And she's always liked me. It was Mother who tipped me off. We were going to Forest Hills for the tennis, one day. She said, 'Now, don't you break Gert's heart on her, Peter!' Gert got as red as a beet. 'Ah!' i thought, 'is that the way the land lies?' Well, we fixed up everything that day, and every, one was glad. My father got me a Job, and everything was fine." No, he had talked himself out of her heart. It had been done quite simply, in the kindliest possible way. She was not losing him. she had never had him; no one had ever had the Peter of her memories, be-cause there never had been such a Peter. Looking at him. the actual Peter, as she decided this, she was con-- f"lAFTER IV Continued r i --5 ti g Sheila was 4at the telephone. This was f occurrence. i ever called Sheila be-- i a custom not encour-- k j office. She went to : Cartney's desk with her Jv Unrf fast It must be Pe- - I a not, Peter. It was Frank )n who had called, (you doing anything this aft- - Carscadden?" was bewildered. Her wits I her completely, fan my young lady has an ;ment this afternoon," Frank Jbis easy, way. Jhillsl are giving Gert and 4 big blow-ou- t, up the coun-;jiewhe- re and of course we J go. But I have several lee, and thought maybe you fculd go to a movie." tit, few minutes later, that a not have been so brief in L. Attar nil rA had maonl I was leading the way through the room toward a sort of large alcove at the back. In the room were old shelves lined with books, a long table with a worn black leather cover held in place by nail-head- two or three old chairs, a library ladder. Besides the books on the shelves there were many more, piled in neat heaps on the floor. "Sit down," Peter directed her. He lighted a dangling light "Lis-ten," he went on, "I had to talk to you. Listen, why didn't you ever write me?" "Sheila was across the shabby, leather-toppe- d table, her linked hands lying before her. Her heart softened: this was what she had ex-pected. "I didn't know your name." "You heard it." "Yes, 1 heard it that morning when we met each other. But I didn't remember it" "I couldn't find you." he said. "You had my address." "Yes, but listen. That paper was nothing but a piece of pulp when I tried to read it" A pause. "I wouldn't want you to think that I could talk like that, and just-J- ust be fooling," Peter said, awk-wardly. "But then then, you see, I got engaged." "Oh. that was all right!" Sheila assured him, vaguely and politely, and they were silent again. "You see well, we're getting married on Tuesdayl" Peter ex-plained youthfully. "I know." It seemed to her that all life was a long blank ahead of her. Not that she wanted this par-ticular man, or any man. It was just that everything was dull. "I had to explain it to you. I tried to find you. I couldn't." "Oh, that was all right" she said again, with a little effort "No, but how's everything?" he asked, out of a silence. "Fine." "And that girl who was with you, how's she?" "Rose? Rose Foley. She's fine." Peter watched her intently, across the table, for several long seconds. He was handsome, in his blue suit with gold arabesques in his dark-blu- e tie. His eyes were blue, too, pale Irish blue, and the pink of his clean-shave- n skin in agreeable con-trast to the silky dark wing of his black hair. "You see, Gert Keane has lived in our family since we were kids," he offered. "Sure." "She's a well, she's a great girl," Peter said. "It's all right. But I didn't think either one of us were was were just fooling," she said, presently, in her soft, plaintive voice. Peter cleared his throat. "I wasn't fooling," he said. "I waited for you, that Tuesday night," Sheila admitted, in a si-lence. He winced. "I thought you would." "I'm glad," Sheila said, hesitant-ly, "that you didn't want to to throw me down." The homely phrase expressed her - t IT. at it After all. he was the oldest !e Cafins, and the Mc Canns ienly become to Sheila the portant family in the world, ia, it didn't matter. Frank didn't matter. What did supremely, was the eternal J: was she going to meet I the library or not? i ,1 i CHAPTER V i - he did not intend to go to fry. Ipuldn"! go to the library any-kau- st Joe as was usual on is called for Cecilia, and it luralfthat they should all t into the cold streets to-- I Joe jtook them to the drug-&m'o- r, and they had toasted Jckerandwiches and coffee, --then almost half past three t and fheila was a long way Library on Broadway. lt seemed that Joe wanted 4 n.ao in Brooklyn about a fcilia jaid she would go, too, y cold stop and see Aunt I Jo as always when he jh M$;girl, looked darkly was as usual com-c- d under his atten- - Juiet frentyive minutes of four found herself alone in the rty, dark street. Snow was tied; Jthe sky was ominous t, thi air had a cool, fresh P hesitajed; walked a block So, she wouldn't keep this ith Peter! She turned and luteiy westward, and into way ihood. She was going I Sheila changed to an train, was whirled north, e thundering streets. She at One Hundred and Forty- - rfiet as she always had unt8d to the sidewalk level, at the bakery window. Cof-M- i loved them. Little layer cakes with holes in -- e. lhe girl was sticking 'on liuns into them: "To-"ci- a 25 cents." rug-itjr- e clock said three I "Yes, I know," Sheila interposed, scarlet-cheeke- d. scious of a sense of lightheaded-ness. "You're terribly pretty," he said, "and lots of fellers will fall for you. But I wanted you to know that-w- ell, I'm not the sort that says things things like I said that night to a girl and doesn't mean 'em. That was the first thing I thought of the other night at home when I saw you "Well, a lot of fellers wouldn't have thought of that. They'd have thought. It was a long time ago; it's over. Not me. I had to see you. I told Gert and Mother, you know." "You told them!" She was star-tled out of a musing dream that had carried her miles away; she was thinking that she might get Joe a tie like that for Christmas "I told them I'd met you last sum-mer, and I thought you were fine, and that I'd no idea that things were so bad with you." ness darkened Sheila's dust-streak-face. "I've got to get out," she said. "My mother'll have cat fits. If I'm away without letting her know she gets awfully mad. She'll be fit to be tied!" "Well, what do you think it is for me?" Peter demanded sulkily. They flung themselves on the door for three unavailing minutes that seemed like half an hour. When they gave up, both boy and girl were disheveled, panting, their hands sore. The solemn bells of Saint Paul's sounded Angelus, and Shei-la's lips moved automatically on the exquisite words. "It's snowing like mad, it's ," she said, at the window. "Well," Peter said. "Here we are. Where do we go from here?" Snow muffled the world; snow piled itself on the broad window-sill- s. The room began to get very cold, and smelled more than ever of dust and rubber and old bindings. "They're letting the furnace go out!" Sheila suddenly observed. "That's what they've done, all right." "Then there's nobody here, Sat-urday and Sundays." A. long pause. They looked at each other. CHAPTER VI "Well, it doesn't matter," Peter said. "Because when I don't show up my folks will get in touch with the police." "But they'll put our names in the papers!" Sheila answered. "Not if my father gets on the job. He has 'em all in his pockets. If I could only get out of here in time for that party," Peter went on, rest-ively, "I could square it with Gert fast enough. Mother wouldn't care, anyway. But if they have to call off the party" "Call it off?" she repeated, as he paused, scowling. "Yep. You see, it's for Gert and me, and there's going to be a hun-dred people there. That'd be a heck of a note!" he muttered. "Look here," he said suddenly, after another long interval. "We've got to drop out of this window, some-how. We could easily freeze to death in here before they found us " "Oh, don't!" Sheila whispered, turning white. "Well, I tell you we could. We haven't got anything to eat it's only seven o'clock now they mightn't find us until Monday morning" "Oh, please!" He was at the window, the girl beside him. They opened it, and a rush of cold snowy air swept into the room, and made them stagger back, gasping. Peter shut the window; there was again an unearthly languor and closeness in the suddenly quieted place. "Listen!" he said, "I'll take this ladder, and set it in the snow down there on the roof next door, and drop onto it." "That'll break every bone in your body!" Sheila predicted. The ladder was about four feet high. They looked at it dubiously. "If I could get down," Peter mut-tered, "and telephone Gert" And without further warning he was up. at the window again, he had thrown it open, his head was out in the storm. Like a person transfixed in a terrible dream Sheila saw his body silhouetted for an in-stant against the falling flake of the snow. Then the window space was emp-ty, except for the thick soft flutter of the blizzard! (TO BE UATfA' CD' He smiled at Sheila, and she smiled back. She felt humiliated and cheapened somehow; she wished herself miles away, but he must not see it. After all, it was of no consequence, for in another five minutes he and she would part, and they would not see each other again. "So that's the way the whole thing came about!" he said, rising. "How much more he would have thought of me if I'd paid no atten-tion to his note, and hadn't come here today," Sheila thought, stand-ing, too. Peter reached up, ready to snap off the light, glanced at his wrist. "Gosh, it's after five!" he ex-claimed, shocked into complete nat-uralness for the moment. "And I was to go to the tailor for a min-ute between half past four and five, and I have to meet Gertrude at church! What do you know about that four minutes past five!" His hand was on the door. Sheila, following him, saw his expression change curiously. "Why," he ejaculated simply, its locked." "It's stuck." "Stuck nothing! It's locked." They investigated. Some fourteen or fifteen feet below them was a dirty cindery roof, just the depth of one of the stories of the old build Ing in which they were trapped. A 's railings curved up over one edge of this roof; there was a tangle of chimneys, tanks, other roof levels about and below. We couldn't drop that?" Peter meaning, ax leasu ne taun .' "I never threw anyone down in my life!" he said, looking at her serious-ly, across the table. Somehow, with the suddenness of a shock, her feeling altered. The words, the tone in which he said them, awakened her. He was ac-tinga little. He was enjoying this just a little. Sheila felt giddy with a revulsion of feeling. She wanted so much to like him she had dreamed dreams about him for so many months! Now it was as if he were disintegrating before her eyes. Her cheeks grew red. She con-tinued to look at Peter steadily, but there was discomfort in her feel-ing now. She wished she had not come to meet him so impulsively, this man who was to marry another girl in less than a week's time. "Listen how it all happened," be-gan Peter. "I go off for a beach pic-nic with a couple of fellers, don 1 1. And I meet a girl the girl." Perhaps there was really no change in him. But the change in and so shock-ing herself was so sudden that Sheila was quite unable to do anything except gravely nod her head. ' "You'll say, I walked with you to your cabin, when you changed, after we swam," Peter, needing no encouragement, was continuing. "Right! I did. But all those cabins looked alike; I couldn't find It the next day. There were thousands ol toeml "All right This girl and I nit n ."it. jddenly, breathlessly, ad turned, had crossed the ! the clown town subway, had & 6ci nickel, and pushed toe t .rnstile. She took a ay ',d Seventh Avenue 'istaiit:y she was rushing rd. " oijjior way. She would be " nt 'T, he would wait A -- tj inundated her heart. &d gf'en in. No use fighting " she had to see him. was on the fifth, dark old on their looked grim iibrary The closed they passed black, glass, dimly in sight Sheila shame and self-je- r heart. But after a .she touched her on the 4 come quietly up be- - as smiling at her. g"$" he said in approval was instantly sorry icorne. It was giving in fhiid known that she e Js taking her for grant- - swill- - he said, evl-- - PTsed at her smartness. f wryihing was fiat and a sort of playing a part E;'e explained. ' ''"j har her. because be I i 1 By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) JUDGE DUDLEY S. VAL--J ENTINE of the Los An-geles Superior court conduct-ed an important trial recently not in court, however, and the judge wore overalls in-stead of his judicial robes. The issue at stake wa-wheth-er or not he still re-tained his skill as a locomo-tive engineer. The scene was a movie location set, and the stars of "Torrid Zone" com-prised the jury. It seems that years ago the judge was a railway engineer, and when he learned that an old-tim- e locomotive would be run over its own private track on the movie location, the Jurist accepted the invitation of the location ma-nageralso a former engineer to put the train through Its paces. With Pat O'Brien and Andy De-vin- e in the cab. His Honor took the driver'a seat, tugged the whistle cord and opened the throttle. He made the two-mil- e run in six min-utes flat, cheered on by his two pas-sengers. If you liked "Topper" and "Top--I per Takes a Trip" you'll probably be delighted with "Turnabout," by the same author. Hal Roach Is pro-ducing and directing It, and the cast is made up of people famous for their gift for smart, sophisticated comedy. It Includes Carole Landts, Mary Astor, Veree Teasdale, Adolphe Menjou, William Gargan. Margaret Roach, John Hubbard, Donald Meek and Polly Ann Voung. cr has pur-chased the rights to "Dr. Jckyll and Mr. Hyde," and la planning to pro-- ROBERT DO NAT dure It in England, with Robert Do-na t in the dual starring role. Many years ago it was the horror picture of the year, with John Barrymore playing the lead so magnificently that he scared audiences almost Into fits. Los Angeles is noted as being one of the athletic centers of the coun-try, but when Ona Munson (the "Belle Watling" of "Gone With the Wind," and the "Lorelei" of radio's "Big Town.") landed out there she couldn't find any women to play squash with her. She is an avid squash fan, so she advertised In a newspaper for feminine partners, and received no replies. But Ona didn't let that stop her. She was determined to play squash and play squash she does, with men. The Men's University Club In Hollywood has an ironclad rule "No Women Allowed." She's an exception. She's admitted, to play squash but on Sundays only. ODDS AND ENDS-Will- iam Powell and Myrna Loy will next b by Metro in "I Lovt You Again" . . . When radio'i "Screen Guild Theater" rings down its curtain tht last of this month the motion picture relief fund will have added $570,000 to Us treas-ury . . . Bing Crothy may spend this year's vacation in South America . . Miriam Hopkins will appear opposite Melt-y- Douglas in "Singapore," for Columbia. Since his current program, "Mu-sical Americana," took the air Ray mond Paige has received thousands of letters from students requesting auditions and advice about careers Paige's sponsor Westinghouae re cently held auditions for a "Vocal Stock Company," 'and received enough applications to form hun-dreds of them. In preparation for bringing Kath-arine Hepburn back to the screen in "The Philadelphia Story," Metro made a recording of performance of the play. She has had a long and successful run In it, and it's one of ber best roles. In the screen ver-sion Robert Taylor will have the male lead. Edgar Bergen wasn't sorry to pack up Charlie McCarthy and go back home to Hollywood. During his recent series of broadcasts from New York the demand for tickets was overwhelming, and Bergen con-fessed to a friend that he didn't be lieve he'd ever dare come back said he'd had to refuse tickets to so many people that h was afraid he'd alienated all his friends. Paramount has announced a new picture, "Merchant Marine." with Fred MacMurray in the lead. Scented Divorce In 1700 an act was passed by parliament which laid down that any woman, whatever her age and whether she be married, single or a widow, who by the use of per-fume, cosmetics, paint, false teeth, wigs, iron corsets, padded bust and hips, or high-heele- d shoes, inveigles a male subject 3f his majesly into marriage, shall be guilty of having broken the law which prohibits the practicing of witchcraft and other arts of black magic, and any such marriage will be counted for null and void. |