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Frequent, scanty or burning passages are sometimes further evidence of kid- - ney or bladder disturbance. The recognized and proper treatment Is a diuretic medicine to help the kidney get rid of excess poisonous body waste. Use Doan'e Pills, They have had mora than forty years of public approval. Are endorsed teSiig VjNUW 3742 z: The manufacturer or merchant who adver-- rises, makes public the fact that he wants your good will. And he real- - E ies that the only way that he can keep it is E by giving good values E ' E and services. (Snorris w.n.u.releasf f5 .iiiis'Sf i- Til An i i i 3 "Skunks," she said simply. Her voice hoarse and deep, thrilled suddenly in the silence. THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte (Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan since she was seven years old, has been at Saint Dorothea's school for girls. She knows almost nothing about her early history, and has gradually come to realize that like other girls at the school she has no family. Judge Judson Marshbanks, her with Emma Haskell, a trained nurse, arranges for her to leave school. Judge Marshbanks tells her that Emma has gotten her a secretarial posi-tion with the very wealthy Mrs. Porteous Porter, of San Francisco, where Emma is now housekeeper. The judge tells Cherry that money was left with Emma for Cherry's school expenses. She is to first go to the Marshbanks home where she will meet the Judge's mother, his brother Fred's debutante daughter, Amy, and Marshbanks' young second wife, Fran. When she arrives the judge tells her Amy and Fran are going out to din-ner and he dines alone with Cherry. She feels ill at ease in her convent clothes. As they eat a young man en-ters and Marshbanks introduces him as Kelly Coates. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER III Judge Marshbanks' visitor, twist-ta-a little to look at Cherry, ac-knowledged the introduction only with a nod and with a level, curious half-smil- and went on talking in a low tone. "You're not going to this jam-boree tonight, Jud?" he said. "Good heavens, no! But I may pick the girls up there if we play late enough. I'm going to the club. I ought to look in at the Randall party, I suppose. You dressing later?" "Oh, I don't think I'll go at all! I think I'll go home," the visitor ob-served. "But, of course, I had to see what our deb looked like to-night. Isn't this the first big affair for her?" "She was down here a few min-utes ago, sure that she was going to look awful and that something was growing on the tip of her nose," the older man said in tolerant amuse-ment. "She's dining at the Rogerses' in Burlingame, going down with Fran, and will come back to the party." "Dining?" said Kelly Coates, fling-ing up his wrists to see the time. "What time do these budlets dine? It's eight now." "The dinner is supposed to be at eight seventeen miles away," Judge Marshbanks said. "But they have to kill time until midnight, so they're not worrying!" ffhey talked on of places and per-sonalities unknown to Cherry, and Cherry had a chance, over a foamy souffle of chocolate and creamy stripes, to study the newcomer. The judge was tall and lean; Kelly Coates was rather more squarely built, with big, hard, nervous hands, fair hair combed back from his square, fine face, keen eyes and mouth that Cherry found a certain fascination in watching. To her he seemed old, but not as old, certainly, as the judge. Thirty, perhaps. She learned from what she could not help overhearing that he was an artist, that he lived in some place across the bay called Sausalito. Two women came downstairs. One was a girl of Cherry's age, as fresh as a spray of acacia bloom in a Huffy frock of palest yellow, with spidery yellow orchids pinned at her shoulder. An innocent-eye- d girl, with a lovely heart-shape- d little face framed in soft curls, a delicately poised little body and discontented blue eyes. The other woman was dark too, but of an entirely different type. Cherry's first impression was that she was ugly. She was tall and thin, with a long face, deep-se- t dark eyes, and silky straight black hair that was cut in a deep bang. Her skin was clear and pale, her lips star-tling in contrast, for her mouth-wi- de, soft and full was colored the dame red of a poppy. "Skunks," she said simply. Her voice, hoarse and deep, thrilled suddenly in the silence. Both men were on their feet as she came languidly to the table. "Of course you both know you're pole- - ciety," the woman went on, "and I have maternal obligations." "Maternal! You! What is she to you? Sister-in-law- "I wish Jud's mother were here to hear you! Family intricacies are meat and drink to her," Fran said. "She's getting back from Florida this week, by the way; you might come in for a cocktail and meet her. She'd be a subject for you! No," she added, reverting to the original topic, "Amy's not my sister-in-la- She's my work that out, Jud. What's Amy to me?" "She's my brother's child," he elucidated. "She's my niece, and that makes her your niece by mar-riage." "That makes her my niece by marriage," Fran repeated, turning the slow battery of her dark eyes upon Kelly. "I'll have to come here and paint you at the house," Kelly said in an odd voice after a moment. "Ah, well, if you could do that!" "I don't see that we're such crim-inals, Jud and I," said Kelly, "you've two perfectly good escorts, out there in the hall. I don't dance; I drink very little; I hardly know these people Why on earth should I go?" "To be with me," Fran suggest-ed, with an oblique glance at her husband and the hint of an unwill-ing smile. "You'll be dancing or playing bridge." "I'll be bored. 1 know that. I'd much rather stay at home and read Coventry Patmore. But for one thing," Fran said confidentially to the painter, somewhat lowering her tone as the judge went away to answer a telephone call, "I do it for Amy. After being so much abroad with Jud's mother, spending winters in Palm Springs and New York, she's out of everything. We have to give her some sort of party next month. I want to refresh my mind as to how it's done. It isn't my sort of thing at all!" "I know it isn't," he said, his keen gaze fixed on her. "You don't really know me at all," ,her fine, nervous ivory fingers were busy with the delicate lace of her handkerchief. "You've seen me three times, is it?" "Dante saw Beatrice once," he said. "It's so pleasant," said the wom-an, "to talk to a man who doesn't think Dante's a hospital and who pronounces Beatrice properly." "I shall hope as our friendship ripens into real affection," Kelly said with a little inclination of his ,head, "to please you in more im-portant ways." - "Our friendship is going to ripen? "How nice!" "Don't be too sure it will be nice. It may be distinctly unpleasant!" he warned her lightly. She looked at him through lids at this, in a silence so long that .Cherry, fussing with cheese and coffee, could feel her own heart beating quickly. "You interest me," Fran present-ly said quietly. "I can't think at the moment of anything I'd rather do," he an-swered in the same deliberate, fashion. The judge returned before either spoke again, for although there was time for more words, Cherry noted that they did not say them but sat looking steadily at each other for a full half minute before Fran dropped her eyes. Amy came in from the hall too, followed by two young men in formal evening attire and there was a little stir of departure. When they all left the room Cher-ry followed, not knowing what else to do, and slowly mounted the stairs between the palms, praying in her heart that no one would notice her or speak to her. Completely con-cealed and sitting down on the stairs until they should be gone, she heard Fran's voice just below her. "You'll have to ask Jud that," the woman said. "Who is she?" said the judge's goodhumored voice, evidently re-peating a question. "Why. it's a guardianship rase. I'm to turn her over to Mrs. Porteous Porter on Monday; she's to do secretarial work for the old lady." "If I had seen her dress I might have copied it for tonight," said Amy with a little titter, Fran and Amy and the two young men in evening clothes went away laughing, the big street door shut, and Judge Marshbanks and Kelly Coates came back across the hall and stood chatting for a moment be-fore the artist said that he must start on his way to Sausalito, and the judge went off to his bridge game. But by this time the stair-way was empty, and Cherry was back in the luxurious, dimly lighted guest room, standing perfectly still at one of the big windows, looking out into the darkness of the unfa-miliar world, studying the scene of the night city with eyes that saw nothing, trying to think with her mind and soul one whirl of furious emotion. Rage and shame anol jealousy and a hundred other new and wretched feelings possessed her. Shaken and throbbing 'and blinded, she rested her face against the cool glass of the window and pressed one hand against the turbulent pain that was her heart. Now, for the first time in her life, the significance of being' a Saint Dorothea's girl swept over her. A girl to be laughed at and pitied and despised. It was a place for girls who, innocent enough themselves, were nevertheless victims of cir-cumstances that were not innocent; girls who must stay out of the public eyes summer and winter alike; girls who had no home to which to go, no families to welcome them and miss them. A knock at her door made her re-turn in quick alarm toward the room. Molly, the little maid, came in and delivered to Cherry a message as she expertly replaced towels and turned down the bed: "The judge sent you up the maga-zines. Miss Rawlings, and says he was sorry not to say good night, and will you please have breakfast with him at half past eight. And May is to go downtown with you at' ten, if that wasn't too early for you. And am I to call you?" Cherry, confused, agreed to ev-erything with a bashful thank you and a good night, and when the maid was gone took herself seriously in hand, brushed her hair vigorously, enjoyed a luxurious bath with ev-ery accessory in the way of salts and powders and scents that the bathroom afforded, got herself com-fortable in bed and turned maga-zine pages for an absorbed hour. But when the lights were out she fell to thinking again, and the hu-miliation and pain of her arrival at the Marshbanks mansion slowly came back, detail upon detail. Fran, Cherry's thoughts ran on, had seemed ugly at first, but when you watched the expressions of her face for a moment, and heard her voice she did not seem ugly any more. Much more than Amy she seemed the sort of person an artist would like to paint. And he was an artist, of course that man with the tremendous laugh and the tremendous voice, so sure of himself, as he folded his big arms and entered into conversation with the judge, so more than sure of himself when he lowered his tones, and when a half-smil- e twitched at his mouth, and when he exchanged careless smiling words with Fran. To have a man like that, at least know that one was alive! To have him obliged forced to admire one for something, for anything! To call him by his name and have him smile when one unexpectedly en-countered him . . . It was of Kelly Coates that she was thinking as she dropped off at last into exhausted sleep. The with her old friend Emma and the introduction to her new home and to her new employer proved much less of a strain than Cherry had feared they would. Her brief visit at Judge Marshbanks' house had somewhat prepared her for elegance and lux-ury. (TO BE CONTINUED) cats! she said. The girl, after having said, "Sam's here, he won't come in," had vanished back in the direction of the hall again. Judson Marsh-banks introduced Cherry to his wife, who acknowledged the little ceremo-ny with an absent glance in Cher-ry's direction. "You let me do all the dirty work," said Fran Marshbanks, in a lazi-ly annoyed tone. And again her voice shocked Cherry with its very beauty; it was a rich, low voice that seemed always about to be broken with laughter or tears or both, a shattering, trembling voice that yet clearly indicated its own-er's boredom and indifference and pride. . "Jud, you are running out on this party," his wife accused him. "Well, my dear, a debutante par-ty " he pleaded. "I know. But you owe it to Amy." But she did not care very much, either way. "As for Mr. Coates," she went on, carelessly reproachful; "he is apparently entirely without soul; he ought to be cultivating rich, homely girls who want their por-traits painted, and here is an occa-sion when he could meet, not one of them, but all of them! Not even dressed!" "My dress clothes are circa Presi-dent Harrison, Mrs. Marshbanks," the painter said. "If I painted any-one it wuuid be yourself, and you say you won't sit for me." "Because I won't go to Sausalito and dress in a transformed barn," Fran answered composedly. "You've never seen it," he said. "I know it's like that. Besides, I'm just bringing Amy out in so- - Act Your Part Remember that you are an ac-tor in a play, the character of which is determined by the Play-wright; if He wishes the play to be short, it is short; if long, it is long- - if He wishes you to play the part' of a beggar, remember to act even this role adroitly. For this is your business: To play ad-mirably the role assigned to you; but the selection of that role is Another's. Epictetus. BUOUSEHOLD itllllTSte Make an oilcloth cover for your ironing board, to use when brush-ing and sponging garments. Don't store linens where there is heat which will dry the fibers and cause them to break. Avoid also damp places. Wrap them in tissue. Escalloped corn is especially flavorable if several chopped ripe olives are added to the dish before serving. When making raisin breads, cookies, etc., cover the raisins with hot water and simmer them for about five minutes before using. They will be larger and softer. |