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Show ! . IV THE STORY irlf3?8LV' secretary opened in the T . ,,, does no, un-fe&SSon. un-fe&SSon. In on,- ue. hired only fr-'- vt little typist whom i 5?-VAN Mattie works for sWVs young i-rokor. JSflg S .. Ulonalre in-- in-- , . i..nc as fe Sd to his , jcr?ey whcre i SjU-fiUr. who has. had P5 J"a al ,h' M "" (U 1 1 b lBie "buys a ne dress I. -fi?:-a . . .tumor.) fl And :th ,lM.vTNO L L.chtful ride up Kiver- DW '''b had now hecorai : i n rendex- I 4 nowerrd mound. Wait "'-'jer.d. r.nt, v. .-an-la ' Atsl5lit. Along lh tele. jCtl pwrlng handsomely Vnwf ' 1 ; ; -: : . I- J L, 11. htA , i - ID lfoCy iKg. e I 'two, I -fCJuU nr - estion I . rasa v 1 ,"' B'J gjV"- ' ujfl to start, eh ' i . l - : 4 drank more i han Uil I i-S-ir? fm'.'eu !ndu!;;i r.tl , 4pi(tctei Interval. Ju i h; ! iak n HM I II. looked like ji i - IB Bc .- JstLbb' ! me, ' Hat'.ie tattled, lihdind tr!fd ;. gain i. KsiB.-ra sctiaed to under-k'Jk under-k'Jk peopl hrtoKio deny it. when Jane M to find Harry Roberta 'y pmtiatf. Mr. Roberts :.nd fc' Jim. b-gar, perfunctor- 1 llhtwalt to recognize Hat- I PKiaJ Carruthtrs were mk heirUly !?! Yak .' -J" Mf. Carruth' per pi:un,i o.i x )i; I i Ins: to survey tho party clioerfully, ho turnod back to Jane. "My dear' I telephoned you go tim today:" "Pleaie do not mention It " .lane fn frigidly, t'lit he seized her hand and perflated. "1 muyt have your number wrong' I swear I tried and tried, and trld' Then I had to got the hotel. Get m message?" "Yes ' Jane nodded ouletly He went on to efcpl&ln "Say, I didn't get bark home at all last Saturday That's why you didn't hear from me Sunda I mot a bunch, you know wont oft on a oartv vt re still celebrating'" r rr.. ia.ne commented stlfflv. He looked at her beseechingly. i m acr.aid to se,e dad until i get straightened out." he said, arising from, the tabic rather unsteadily. He mus! have been drinking heavllj Hal looked down at Jane rather ridiculously ridiculous-ly , T t .... . ... , i ii luigui w ii pre i suki to meet you." lie said pitifully, rubbing his band a rnjx hi.o forehead. "1 left Jii. tj-siprs tj-siprs at liie Kltz and the Biltmore and Loralne " i "Jt doesn't matter," was all Jane re- plied, anxiously hoping that Mr. Cars rut hers would not understand whit they were talking about. i "You dldnt wait long, did you?" Harry begged. I "No" Jane prevaricated. Harry hook hands all around cor- ' idially, und squeezed Jane's hand as he I whispered. "When I'm better I'll eeo you." Then the lady in the crimson dress arose from th table in hack. "Harry"' she called shrilly. Something oboul the reddish-blonde I hair, and the pink-ahd.-whltc complexion com-plexion seemed familiar ro Jane. That.; Fh.!" Harry admitted and hurried back to his Uihie. not before, he sropp'-d (,, Puy tl( ( 'arruthers. however Tm on a wild party, old lop: l n-derstand? n-derstand? Othori-.isc I'd ask you to Join us." "Hariy. WIu:t do you mean?" Klo ti icu, .i:s siiagKerefi oack to nU place Don't you know I've got to get back to the theatre and make up'" he whined in a coarse voire. "Hero. drink your wine, and hurry up!" Carruthtrs observed the situation sympaUietlcally, as Harry itaggercd out a little later with Klo struggling" to keep the ermine wrap from slipping slip-ping off her shoulders. "Pom- R..!irrt is a trood fellow, his money gets him Into scrapes! Somebody Some-body ought ti 'aki- him In hands." "Yea." was r ill Jane could manage. "Known him long'.'"' "1 know his family." Jane muttered. All the while Jane wAi wondering I whether l lo haii gotten Item hope- I lessly hark Into her clutclus. Harry must have goor bad: to Io I at the Century that night after call-lng call-lng Jane "Titan Goddess!" After kissing hf-r! Alas! The ways of men! Jane's party at the Cl;'r.mont was' spoiled. She ate sparingly f th daln- ti es i arruthers ordered .nrrT was glad i when It was time to leave. Jane was also unenthu -iasiic. when I Carru there iaused at her door to hlsper: ' I'd like to take you out again some time alone!" .Copyright. 122 by the Bell Syndicate. Syn-dicate. Inc Another fine installment of this story tomorrow. |