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Show 1 A TELEGRAM SERIAL . BEAUTIFUL BARBARIAN ' By R. II. DA VIS convinced n & very gloomy. "You're not going back to Eden's island," Tod scolded; "so you might Just u well forget about It" His mirrored imago looked still gloomier. "By morning you will have forgotten for-gotten all about Maris." A peculiar thrill touched him be whispered the name. "She has already forgotten you," he added flimly. (Continued Saturday) (Copyright, 1M7. for The Telegram) I BEOIM HF.RE ' Msris Eden, reared on cloistered Paradise island by her recluse fsther, a professor, shunned male companionship. Her only boy friend was faithful Jud Blair, whom the father, Philip Eden, planned would marry his lovely daughter. In a near boat collision Maria meets Barry Sexton, wealthy young Florida Flor-ida visitor. Msris. the "beautiful little barbarian." acknowledges the rude introduction by throwing a wrench at Barry. He is instantly in love with this bewitching little hoyden. Then, Tod lowry, young aviator, rune out of gas and lands his sesplane st Paradise isle. Maris on me lately, Jud. It may not be anything serious, but I'd like to have Maria' future settled before " He paused, sighing, then. "I've been hoping that you and Maris would marry, Jud." Jud'j voice was studiedly calm. "You'll be here a long time. Philip. You ought to see Doctor Kane at Paradise Beach. Doc's a smart fellow, fel-low, and I think ho could help you." "I've lived a long time without doctors." Philip said Impatiently: 'Too long, maybe. I want to see Maris settled. I want to see her married to you." "Suits me fine. Philip." Jud said: 'quietly. "I love Maris, and I want to marry her. But she doesn't love the celebrated Prentiss cabana after endear." That sams night, In his room at Miami, Tod Lowry was shaving. He growled, "Hi. Sap!" The raior nicked his chin, and the room vibrated to his angry murmurs. Cold water atopped the bleeding, and Ted resumed his task. He scowled sgain at the faintly-freckled faintly-freckled face before him. "Stick to flying." he adjured his image. "It's safe. Thie one girl Business Is like a parachute with a Hole in it, Leave it alone." His mirrored image looked un- me yet." "Nonsense!" Philip said shortly.1 "Maris would be happy, married to you. I know it She's too young to know, her own mind. I know what Is good for her." "I don't know much shout women," wo-men," Jud admitted; "but I do know that I don't want one unless she wants tme too. It wouldn't be fair to either of us. We mustn't rush Maris." Philip Eden was on his feet, pacing pac-ing restlessly back and forth. His voire, when he spoke, reminded Jud of Maris'. It had that same huskily vibrant tone. I orders Tod from the ieland, threatening threat-ening him with the wrath of her father. Tod goes, vowing to return. Two strange men had come Into the life Of this lonely girt NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY e CHAPTER a Seated on the veranda with Jud Blair, listening to his rumbling voice, Maria was gripped sgain by resentment against the life which Was hers. Jud was saying. "A fellow was asking me about you this afternoon that fellow I took fishing, Barry Sutton." His good natured chuckle ' sounded. "He didn't learn much. Otherwiae he had pretty good luck. Causa- a eeupia e barraeu.aj and several bonita. He loat a swell sail- Fear and Anger !.Boinstiwi - yirto ' Wsint to 1 rushed, Jud. If you don't do it, somebody elss may. And it might be the wrong somebody." Philip Eden's thoughts were fixed angrily on a certain red-headed young man who had had the temerity temer-ity to visit the Island that afternoon, and his anger was mixed with fear. Barry Button was moving restlessly rest-lessly sbout the sitting room of the suite occupied by himself and his mother at the Paradise Beach hotel. Her voice floated to him through the open door of her bedroom: bed-room: "I do wish you'd sit down, Barry. What's got into you, today? You've been acting like a wild man." "This place is enough to give any one the jitters," he announced. "In the future, I am hoping that you can be persuaded to stop at Miami or Palm Beach. Paradise Beach Is as dull as ditch-water, and I'm profoundly pro-foundly aick of it," Iisn. Don't Talk Pish Maria shivered. Fish! How she hated them and the everlasting talk about them amberjack and wahoo, merlin and broadbill, barracuda and t sallfish and bdhita! "Please talk about something besides be-sides fish, Jud," she begged. She thought of the suave Barry Sutton and wanted to ask Jud about the girl who had gone fishing with ' them that afternoon. "Sorry, Marls, Ouess you do get tired of hearing about fish." Hs patted her hand in mute apology. "If I don't talk about fish I'll have , to keep quiet. Don't know much about anything else." Maris barely heard him. She was watching the speck of light in the distance which marked the hotel at Paradise Beach. It seemed to ' her that she could hear a faint whisper nf music. On still nights, with an offshore breeze, she could hear the music rendered by the famous orchestra , which played there nightly. She could even, she sometimes Imagined, see the gay couples dancing danc-ing there laughing girls clad in smart, lovely gowns, in the arms et handsome, sophisticated men. Jud Blair was silent for a moment, and Maris gated wistfully at that distant point of light, thinking of Barry Sutton. He would be there now, dancing with some beautiful girl, care-free and happy. She, Maria, would never see him again. He would remember herif at all as a semiclviliied girl who had hurled a wrench at his head "Can't we get married sometime soon, honey?" Jud's urgent whisper shattered her fancies like a rude hand. She had a great affection for Jud except ex-cept when he spoke of marriage. Then her affection was displsced by Oullty Look Edith Sutton sppeared In th bedroom bed-room door, and Barry's eyes softened soft-ened in sdmiration as hi looked at her. Well past 60, she looked no more than 40. Soft gray hair framed her lineless face; her slender figuregowned fig-uregowned smartly In something from the Rue de la Paix was almost al-most girlish. Pearls were pink at her throat, blending with her wine-colored wine-colored dress. "You're a good looking feller." she said quaintly, "even If you are mine own. You look Impatient and guilty like a gentleman who has fallen in love with a waitress." Barry flushed and his mother laughed gaily. She crossed the room and put a gentle hand on his arm. "Have you been quarreling with Isabelle again?" "Isabelle refuses to quarrel." Barry's Bar-ry's voice was ironic "It isn't ladylike" lady-like" "Barry!" Edith Sutton's voice was reproving. Barry turned away, shrugging, and her puuled gate followed him. "I thought you liked Paradise Beech." she ssid. "You insisted on coming here. You said" Hurry! "I know. Edith." ha apologised. "I'm just out of sorts tonight. Maybe May-be I've had a touch of sun." "Ws must hurry, dear," Mrs. Sutton Sut-ton said, smiling. "Isabelle ia waiting wait-ing in the lobby. She will be starved." "Iasbelle is never hungry," Barry said, grinning. "It Isn't" "Barryl" Barry Sutton and Isabella Van Vern strolled down the beach later in the evening. George French's orchestra had quit playing earlier than, usual. They had. It seemed, an engagement to plev at a dance in Miami. Edith Sutton had returned re-turned to her room after dinner, anxious to return to the pages of a new and exciting novel. "Shall we go to June Prentiss' cabana, Barry?" Isabella asked, smiling ud at him. a sense of Impatient resentment. She knew that her father desired her marriage with Jud, for Jud was the one human being he liked and trusted. Something of -her impatience im-patience showed in her voice: "I'm not ready to get married. Jud. I may never be ready. Your friendship has meant a lot to Philip and me; sometimes I think you have kept us sane. But" I'm not trying to rush you. Maris." Jud was patiently gentle ss always. "It's just that I love you so much. 1 want the right to protect pro-tect you. to care for you." Yes. they could get away once In a while. Marls thought dismally, only! to return again to this coast whicb she hated so bitterly. Men like Jud Blair ware not happy away from this endlesa expanse of blue sky and water. Married to Jud, her life would be a mere continuation continua-tion of the past; she would grow old under this pitiless eun, without the things for which her hesrt aohed. Jud patted her hand again. "Forget "For-get it, honey." he said quietly, but Maris knew thst he would Voioe the same question another time. Barry's eyes wers fixed on the lemon-yellow moon rising over the horison. He became conscious of Isabelle'! hand on his arm, and eov-red eov-red it with his own. "Let's skip June's hospitality tonight." to-night." be begged. "I think I'm still suffering from last night." Isabelle's smile waa gentlv teasing. teas-ing. "That doesn't sound quite like you. Barry." Barry turned to face her. and found himself moved by her beauty. Forget Her Her hair waa molten gold In the moonlight, her eyes deep and mysterious. mys-terious. Red lips were parted to reveal white, perfect teeth. He thought, "She ia perfect She Is beautiful. She has birth and breeding and a secure position in our world. I love her; I must lovo ' her! Anything else is silly!" Red lips and luminous eyes In- vited him. He bent toward her then a face came between them, a i glowing, golden face with wide dark ' eyes eyes that sparkled with anger, . twinkled with mirth. I Barry sighed and turned away. He said. "Perhaps we'd better visit She heard her father's footsteps, heard htm sink Into a rattan chair, sighing. She realised that he had aged recently, that years of solitude and bitterness were taking their tell of him. "Doing anything tomorrow. Jud?" Philip Eden's voice eounded ghostly in the darkness. "Nothing special, Philip," Jud replied. re-plied. His brief hesitation told Maris that he was mentally canceling an engagement to take a party fishing. Alway. it had been like that Jud a sdmisatioa for her father touched her. Philip said quietly. "Thought we might run down to Key Pineda. L'd like to get some more specimens of that roral. It's construction is very peculiar" ' The two men chorused a soft good ight when Maris got to here feet presently and slipped into the house. Th.y remained silent for some moments. mo-ments. Wh.n Philip spoke, his voice was huskily urgent. "My heart has been playing tricks |