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Show i I CINDERELLA SALLY f . SPARKS OF ANGER GLOW IN ASHES OF DESPAIR . - begiv in-Ri: Toitw L. called li c r cinders this homeless waif from the, orphan Ewho wo a doing kitchen work , homo of the newly rich Mrn. RT 'Because they didn't use her fmpAAVS' 'N. the rrirl. uM'.v Off-ns. A rl of spirit Ld when IE Mrs- Stanley's personal maid, ed "her "upstart" and "pi?" ft ram th. final str;.w. Her xess insisted that she apologize karie for impudence, p ON WITH Till . STORY y.s ,.v , . ! )...-, . . rtcd as Intress of Hi. lions. I.an. I' or itant after her demand for an r to Mario 'ill. Lent her blue Km the tic r rug b foro i h.-K. h.-K. Then slo wlv slu- raised i fc'full Into the fare of T T K an, l -. .J tngiv K first time sin.-, tli; 1 eminent Bfc picked Sully rro:" Ike grad-Kf grad-Kf the fonnilUnt: 'syluai to li. 1 . Mjtltchen Kji 8he calls ni l.y my right Hald Sally slowly. "I'll answer i Knd that- Sh. Eath to it "'""' Ee else " BjBtanley was too I. gant .in bp. But the ico in her regard I TateelN i n. ininiC. im.iv you ;in' i i -- i 1 1 n;; nf. Mak your apology Instant-Kut Instant-Kut yo'i en tliis very night." Ishiii.j V and th. i ,-u in. an ..in Spirit to stated i 'i phi Bnetaks of such factors as and grooming U owe me," said Sally her Biding r i-r.il I.. H-L. "a Hnotice Hut 1 von'( , old Satis' Stank;. .In- giv.. Bnwinx i ri . :.lln i time i lit- wr Ky, you In-.; . little cat mare .: Htho stairs, .-.illv's I Eslipped ;. ; i time' nched : a rid hud Hto descend tk.j ki' 'l.ii st.ii- Hefeat. d . 1 1- fcnt, had ;..-r .x!mi Bhoul- Shlch shool: put l...li lands t . i '. i and sobbed. io your::.- ;. ; quietl) tin th. - dour :. i dial mo-t mo-t Sally ; . I, her thin little wrists sticking bf the plnpk.-i in . tk-fat tk-fat blond 1 ! j ... . : Ik. Brace by. Sail '. n ere - v,;i s; n-r.-. 1 tln-l - I "SHE BEEN RAGGING "l . l ' youth, chucking his tennis racquel on the hall bench, his commorydace, kind face lengthening with concern, "Vou poor little shrimp. Is is Mother In"" Sally stopped sobbing but did not turn. "She is!" The bitterness in her tone shocked the kind-looking voung man in the tennis togs into peering more closely. Pitying regret came into his eyes "She has beell ragging you again ? Oh, sav i n be darned if i n stand for it " 'You won't have to " Sally's taffy-haired taffy-haired head was up again, too lar to be convincing. "I m leaving " The oving man frowned. "Shucks, no! 'Say, listen I'll talk 1o Mother. What'8 it all about, anyhow any-how ?" "Ask her." From overhead, in ic accents, descended de-scended a voice "Indeed: My son is not interested in kitchen scullions!" (To Be Continued (Copyright, 1922. NICA Service i |