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Show The Missing Heiress By ISABELLE WAITT by McClure Newspaper Syndicate. (WNU Service) JITDY was furious: furious at herself for blushing; furious at the man bc-side her for catching her looking up at him. Yet she could not help it. Ever since that first, "Pardon me, is Oils 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 J. S.? adorned a black walrus case. As the train stopped, Judy reached the aisle first Two strangers accosted accost-ed her at the foot of the steps. "Miss Herrick? We'd like a word with you." They took hold of her arms. Startled, the girl jerked to free herself, her-self, but the men held on. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Let go my arms. You've got a nerve 1" The two men held their ground. We've been detailed to take you home." "Well, I never! I'm not this person per-son you're looking for and I can prove it. Hey, George!" 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 confronted 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 detectives. detec-tives. "You can see for yourselves." "You can see for yourselves," a quiesced "George" gallantly. "I can speak for this young lady." Puzzled, but reassured, the men breathed hasty apologies. This girl, they said, just fitted the description of an heiress, missing now several day&i, 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 believe be-lieve In wish fulfillment?" "That's something to do with dreams, isn't it?" "Dm-h'm, so I've heard. Anyway, 1 was dreaming on the train I had met you and now I 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, ne'd read something about it in the paper. "Suppose "Sup-pose I stick around a bit, Miss Miss Smith. We seem to have lots of things in common initials and glances, for instance. How about a common lunch?" "I think you're being horrid, but I'm starved and I would like to give those dumb sleuths the slip." Downtown, in a restaurant noted for its excellent cuisine, Judy's eyes touched her companion's. This time he blushed. "I don't wish to seem impertinent, Miss Smith," he accented the name slightly. "It's your own affair af-fair if you want to be among the missing, miss-ing, but if I could be of service in any way you you can trust me," he blurted out "So you think I'm Angela, too !" "I've seen your picture In the rotogravure." roto-gravure." "I know. We do look alike. Well, I owe you some explanation, I suppose, I'm Miss Derrick's double. It's a terrible ter-rible tiling to be a millionairess. You're watched every minute. If you visit a girl friend without telling the world you're reported missing. Toor Angela ran away to have a little peace. She's on her way home now. Gave me the wink when she walked past those detectives who detained me. You see, I stall off reporters and camera cam-era men, while she sails by incognito in a wig and one of those new veils. You must cross your heart and hope to die you won't ever tell." "No, I won't tell." He was, she saw, looking at her with misgivings. "You're disappointed disappoint-ed that you didn't rescue an heiress? I'm sorry." "I'm tickled to death you aren't that Herrick girl. I was just wondering how many other travelers you call George." "Why, George, I" "Because I won't have It! Do you hear? Suppose I 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 I dropped off my first name. Always hated it till I hoard you say it. Say !t again, will yon?" "All right, you silly old "George. T never went out with a rniin before, really." s:e confided. "But I have to have a little life of my own." "Sure you do, Judy." Sami'l.-rs sinred at her in open admiration. ' 'Supper. 1 run along now and show my samples. I'm in Jewelry g"t a big disei.unt on engagement rings, you know. Couldn't you meet me for din r.ir iirel begin that little life of your o-, n o'ir own?"' "I'd love to." smih 1 Judy. "I don't I, rive to double for Angela this eve-t.i eve-t.i i!g, liiii nl: li'-a von '." George paid the cli'"'k. "I have n l.iiljrii." he sr. (it parlif.g, "that you won't be fiiiybo ly's double very long (."ai-stt you'll be so:a. body's b'-tt-r ;:,!'. Are yon good ut arithmetic? Well, figure th.it out for yourself." Then he left her, blushing furious!. |