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Show WAlc X Mrs. Harry Putfh Smith it impossible to watch her without a tiingle in his pulse. Every move she made was graceful. "There!" she cried. "I've done it." She had indeed connected with the ball, although she topped in and it weakly trickled less than thirty feet from the tee. "Success!" murmered Jim with an ironical erin. I news." "But we haven't finished the last rubber." protested Sue Berry. Berenice glanced at the small electric clock on the slender con- sole table in the entry. "Bill will be home in half an hour. Sorry, j here're your hats." ; May Shelton laughed. "Thank ! goodness I'm not hitched to a flat tire." Berenice flushed. "Bill's all . right," she said loyally, "only he has old ideas. "Sue's high," announced Lou Fletcher. "You owe her sixty-five cents. Berenice. I'm a quarter loser. los-er. Here it is. Berenice fished a handful of coins from her purse. "The Berry family will have steak for supper," announced Sue, gleefully pocketing pocket-ing her winnings. (To bo continued) CHAPTER II Synopsis Janet Phillips has no car of her own or well-to-do father, like her friends in Bay City. But now that her crowd has finished high school and been away at finishing school or college, Janet finds that she Is left out of much of their gayety. Priscilla Leigh at the moment interested in-terested In Janet's old friend Gordon Key is making herself disagreeable. Gordon, having asked ask-ed Janet to a dance one evening, tells her he cannot take her as he is going with the crowd to a dan-ner dan-ner at PrtsclIIa's. Janet has not been invited to the dinner. Jim Phillips, Janet's brother, is about to play golf with Ruth Hetchcote. She smiled again and Jim smiled back. He could not have told of ' which he was fonder, the Judge, or the Judge's gentle dark-haired daughter. Ruth looked up into Jim's intent in-tent face and sighed. "You'll never be arrested for going back on your friends, will you, Jim?" "Not on you and the Judge." "Father did well for himself when he tolled you into the legal profession." Jim grinned. "You mean it was my lucky day when he decided to lend me thmoney for law school." "You're already worth youi weight In gold to him at the office." of-fice." "If he hadn't taken me into partnership I'd probably be waiting wait-ing yet for my first client." "Lou'll have to admit it isn't everybody who'd spend his vacation vaca-tion doing somebody else's work." "I couldn't let Jack down, Ruth. He gave me my first job." "You couldn't let anybody down," she said and sighed again. Jim knew she was thinking of Howard Leigh of whom the same thing could never be said. Howard and Priscilla were the spoiled and pampered children of one of the town's leading citizens. They were not altogether to blame for being silfish and inconsiderate. Only how Ruth Hetchcote could care for for Howard was something Jim had never understood. "Jock didn't mind an emergency operation for appendicitis half so much as having to be away from the club in the height of the season," sea-son," Jim explained. "The minute I said I'd take over his duties here, his fever dropped. He called me a blithering idiot to give up the fishing fish-ing trip I'd planned, but he squeezed squeez-ed my hand, the old curmudgeon." The foursome ahead of them moved on. Jim and Ruth had no caddy. He stopped and made a tee "It's partly that," admitted Janet Jan-et with a shrug, "and partly that I have more expensive habits now than I can afford." j Berenice scowled and glanced at the score pad on the table. "Speaking "Speak-ing of expensive habits," she said, i "total up and give us the bad ' of soft wet sand for her ball, bul before she could drive off a couple came toward them from the clubhouse. Jim did not need tc . look around. He knew who it was by the painful flush which washed into Ruth's sensitive face. "Oh, hello, Ruth, how are you?" murmered Howard Leigh. "You haven't met Miss Sanders, have you? Helen, this is Miss Hetchcote." Hetch-cote." Jim stared steadily at a point far down the fairway. He always felt like committing mayhem a-round a-round Howard Leigh, and never more so than when he was turning the thumb-screws on Ruth Hetchcote. Hetch-cote. She had been in love with him for years. It was agreed that they would marry eventually, only Howard was forever flying off after af-ter other girls. Until each of his affairs ran its hectic torture. For a week Howard had been devoting himself to his sister's visitor from New York, but Ruth Hetchcote was a thoroughbred. Nothing of her unhappiness was in her even voice. "How do you do. Miss Sanders?" she murmered and put out her hand. "How do you do?" murmiered the other girl. "And this is Red, our club pro," Howard went on in an offhand manner. Jim glanced at her, muttered an acknowledgment, and then glanced glanc-ed quickly away. She was as pretty a girl as he had ever seen, with a pointed face and exquisite golden skin and long bronze hair knotted on her neck. She had sultry dark eyes and a petulant red mouth, and she was beautifully dressed in a wine-colored sports ensemble with white accessories. "We were just starting a round." said Ruth hesitatingly. "Lead on," she said curtly. "I'm : in this up to the neck." , In spite of her potent conviction , that it was less majestic for fate to , permit her to play less than the leading role. Miss Helen Sanders made every blunder possible to the beginner. When distance was necessary, nec-essary, she chopped her ball about twenty feet if she moved It at all. 1 Where only a gentle stroke was ' needed, she whaled into the branches of a tree in the next fairway. fair-way. She lost ten balls in the rough, burst three rubber tees, and took fifteen to thirty strokes on every hole. By the time they completed the first nine holes Howard was a black rage. He, too had reached the point where a decent putt was beyond him and his last three drives hooked into the ravine. "Don't you think this has gone far enough?" he demanded furiously. furi-ously. "I'll finish if they have to carry me in on a stretcher," he said. It began to look to Jim as if they might have to do just that, provided that the sun did not set in the meanwhile. She and Howard Leigh were of a pattern, Jim thought, except that where the Leigh counted their fortune by thousands. Helen Sanders' San-ders' father reckoned his in millions. mil-lions. She had all of Howard's objectionable ob-jectionable traits magnified to the nth degree, and Jim never had any patience with that brand of arrogance. Nevertheless her glance had an effect upon his heartbeats which disturbed him. He had never had the ime or the money to play around with girls. He knew very little about any except his two sisters sis-ters and Ruth Hetchcote, for whom he had a big-brotherly affection. af-fection. But he was no fool and he distrusted from the beginning the to budget rigidly, but they had been tremendously in love. Janet's heart ached when she remembered how radiantly happy Berenice and Bill had been that first year before be-fore Bill had a raise in salary and they moved to the new efficiency apartment on Wilshire Boulevard. "Who is it?" asked Berenice sharply when Janet knocked. "Do I have to give a countersigned?" counter-signed?" Inquired Janet. "Oh, it's you," murmured Berenice Bere-nice not too graciously. "You'd think you were afraid of the police," remarked Janet. She knew quite well of what Berenice was afraid. There was a bridge table set up in the middle of the living hoom. Appended to each corner were chromium trays in which stood bedewed and partially par-tially emptied highball glasses. The three women lolling back in their chairs held lighted cigarettes. cigaret-tes. Janet had met them all at various times. They also lived in the apartment building and, like her sister, had more leisure than anything else. "Berenice naver draws an easy breath when .we're up here for fear friend husband will walk in," May Shelton explained to Janet. "You'd think it was the dark ages the way she lets that guy cramp her style." "There's just enough ginger ale for another highball, Janet, if you want one," she suggested. "Janet doesn't indulge," put in Berenice ' quickly. May Shelton tittered. "Don't tell me you have scruples like Berenice's Bere-nice's Bill." mixed emotion with which Miss Helen Sanders inspired him. "If you want golf lessons I'm here for that purpose," he said briefly. "Only I think I should warn you it is likely to be a waste of your money and time." She was making one more attempt at-tempt to put her ball into the cup. "You really mean you don't like me, don't ydu?" ''- 'c Jim's eyes were fascinated by her rounded throat where she had turned her collar In." "Yes," he said a little hoarsly. She smothered a yawn, swung her putter and sighed with satisfaction satis-faction when her ball flirted with the cup and finally rolled coyly in. "Don't let me worry you," she remarked composedly. "God forbid!" cried Jim. Tonot had said she had to pick "Would you care to join us?" "Why not?" asked Miss Sanders. San-ders. I've never played golf, but Howard's going to take fifteen minutes off and show me how." "Really?" murmered Ruth. Howard frowned and again started to speak, only to be forestalled fore-stalled for the second time by his companion. "I've never had a driver in my hand, but it Howard's as good as he says he is, we should be able to interest you two," she remarked. Jim grinned. Howard's handsome hand-some face was crimson. It occured to Jim that in the arrogant young heiress from New York Howard had met his match. "All right," said Jim, "let's go." Ruth drove first and it was a pleasure to see her ball winp straight down the fairway. "It looks idiotically simple," ud her brother at the club, whiph happened to be true, but not the whole truth. When she borrowed Tim's roadster for the affernoon he promised to collect him later. "Towever, it was useless to call for m before dark. "But I couldn't stay on at Pris-illa's Pris-illa's as if I were trying to sneak 'n on the dinner party," she mut-'ered. mut-'ered. It was pure coincidence that she happened to be passing the smart apartment building in which her sister had been living Tor a year nnd half. "I'll go up and trade my tale ol woe for Berenice's," Janet diclded with a rueful grin. Berniece was twenty-two. Sh had fallen desperately in love witl Bill Carter when she was nineteei and married him two months later. lat-er. Bill had just secured his first job, selling radio advertising. His salary was small. At first they had had to live in two housekeeping rooms and Berenice was compelled murmered Miss Helen Sanders. "You're supposed to hold your club like this," said Jim when she grasped the driver which Howard handed her as if it were a baseball base-ball bat. Jim attempted to demonstrate the interlocking grip but Miss Sanders San-ders made it plain that she neither desired nor required instruction. She took a stance, more reminiscent remini-scent of Babe Ruth than of Walter Hagen. She narrowed her eyes, bit her lip, gave her club head a pecularly vicious glare and flailed the air. This time she dug up. a divot of turf from behind the tee and lost a hairpin, but the ball remained re-mained undisturbed. "It looks as if there's more to this than buying the latest thing in sports clothes," she announced morosely. "Don't be silly," said Miss Helen Hel-en Sanders peevishly. "I'll hit the darned pill or bust.", In Jim's opinion she had a rotten rot-ten temper, nevertheless he found |