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Show GIRL ALONE 'tit.' (Continued from Precedlns Pe frankly troubled. "Charmion. he tells you very positively that he won't live with you." "I don't care if he doesn't live with me," Charmion said, angrily. "If he doesn't want me, then goodness good-ness knows I don't want him, but that doesn't prevent me from making mak-ing him pay. And don't think I won't I'll make him pay. and pay good and plenty." "Charmion, yuu do care for Jim?" her mother said anxiously. "Don't say that you don't. Thia hurts you bitterly." "I don't care for him. I made a fool of myself by marrying him and maybe my pride is hurt, but that's all that worries me." "Why don't you read your other letter?" Charmton broke the aeal of the other letter, read it. crumpled it back Into Its envelope. "My luck." she said bitterly. "It's from a Hollywood agent, a man I met in New York. He thinks there's I life. Mary smoothed the crumpled I sheet of paper and read the letter. I "Wire him you'll come. Charmie. It's the thing to do. I'll help you. I've got a little money saved up I that I'll loan ao you " I Charmion dashed the angry tears (from her eyes. "I'll wire him that j I'll come," she said. "But first I'm 'going to Detroit. I'll have it out with Jim Guthrie. "He can't throw me off like this. He said that my attorney knew where to find him: well. I know where to find him, .too. I'm alart- ing right away." "Charmion, I wish you'd think things over. Let's talk to your father." "I'll not talk it over with anyone," any-one," Charmion declared. "I'm going. go-ing. Right now. I can catch a bus to the airport. There's a plane leaving within a couple of hours." "Oh. Charmie. I wish you wouldn't," Mary begged, but even Ithen she was following Charmion I upstairs. "I'll go with you." "I'll go alone," Charmion decided. ! "I'll telephone you, mother." I "Charmie, you won't do anything a cnance ror me in noiiywooa. un i it ironical? My chance would come right now when I can't take It." With the determination of a mother who wanta to help unravel the snarl of her child's troubled rash?" "I won't do anything rasher than I have done already," Charmion declared de-clared bitterly. , (Continued Wednesday! Copyright. 1837, for The Telegram |