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Wr € 196 Lough Highland Park, rth, Winnetka. he had planned to check her lug- ° one of the railway stations n the search for work down- » but it was er 10 o'clock when the car reached. the Loop, so Glencoe, Kenil- immediate oppor: | anc m t r ni. wHe ala ce wit moura again | tov did not get to h her 8 y, which} she surprised the chauffeur by in- A 1 tructing him to take her to the I rt ith side. Mrs. Stone looked at her after. moc f pa ne roomer doubtfully when she saw her issue from the big car. She was not reassured by Amoura's casual explanation: “I spent the week-end | with friends in the country.” “When you didn’t return Satur- night, I was worrled,” the land- jy remarked, going on with her sweeping. ‘‘You didn’t say you were going.” Amoura read a rebuke: in her tone. ip by in, a last t en the delicate bed-linens of the} qq uest room 1 ned at six by the 2 Maid, who was outraged | to be attentive to any hour, and w with dlffic’ awake Par led the fact there was a young man here Sat- day looking for you,” the elder wo- : were drawn, but man went on, “He didn’t look like a . m came the und of water collector.” ir writ. | ? into the tub. After her bath} Amoura beamed: She must remem- famou! dre d carefully and reluctant-} ber to tell Philip. “Oh, that was a likely | 1¥; Teflecting that this was the kind] friend of mine. He has come to the rch | Of existence that me 80 h to) city to try to persuade me to go 1 | her mother. Shy ed feel of the | hack home. + If he comes again, | h in her hat I don’t care to see him bid) Mr u's for eyes followed Am- as it disappeared in the piclon, For once, she of judging girls a had failed d. She must watch v frowr ¥ the ride: is young Indy a e pretty et At one o'clock, with the classified t chain, thr 1 which the | advertising sections of early editions OC! passed. She wishe tshe could]/of the afternoon newspapers, Am- live and » ne ¢ t place oura renewed her neglected search LD FASHIONED wall treatments clash with fashionable clothes, The well dressed hostess feels more at ease when her walls have been made beautiful, and up-to-the-minute, with Devoe Velour Finish. Devoe Velour Finish comes in twenty-seven artistic colors which fit any decorative scheme. It is easy to apply, and dries rapidly into a flat, velvety, washable finish. When you want to know anything about paint or ‘painting drop in and discuss your problems with us. JOHN JOURGENSEN Phone 33 242-46 West Yellowstone Highwa: CASPER, WYOMING Gurl Who. Dare Che Casper Daily Cribune ---By Williams TH OKN BLACK. ENE 1 BER GOT WAS OFFN A KID NAME O' for work. It was, she was afraid, likely to be a hopeless task at this hour, She went first to a plant near Indiana avenue which sought “A, B. machine operators.” She didn't know what an A. B. machine was, but it sounded interesting, and she had de- cided she would like to work with machinery, “Had any experience?” she was asked through a window, after she had waited 20 minutes. “Not as an A. B. machine oper- ator, I'd like to learn.” Reduced to nlainness, her clothes did not attract attention now. No." Was he going flirt with her, “Well, we dont take on any but married women. You flappers don't j think of nothin’ but men and get Your fingers smashed.” A block up the street, on her way to the elevated, she noted a sign in another factory building: GIRLS WANTED, “What experience have you had?” The questioner was a woman, not unlike the candy factory forelady. Plainly her hair was frequently anointed with peroxide. “In candy factories, mostly,” Am oura answered, adapting her tone, for the first time, to her surround- to try to ver done any machine work,” ©, but I want to—I'm willing to The woman regarded her doubt- fully. “We don’t pay anything till you rn, And, girlie, it’s sort of dangerous, G fre all the time get- tng thelr fingers mashed. “How much do your pay?” Her of apprehensiveness over the ning scored a point in her fayor with the woman, Twenty dollars a week to start. Fast workers make thirty and forty- dollars a week.” All right, I'll go to work tomor- Ww morning. As I understand it, I get a regular job just as soon as I learn to run the’ machine.” The woman nodded and pulled out rd, “What name Am 8 prepared: “Amy Ains th.” When the card was duly fill- ed out, It was poked at her. “Report to foreman No. 2 at 7:30 a. m., to- morrow morning.” Satisfaction cap- tured her as she walked out of the factory, At last she was employed at y that, she believed, she could live on, and in work that she was rure would Interest her, She was confident she could quickly learn to manipulate one of the machines she saw cling-clanging as she left the bullding. She did not hurry off the elevated at ,Garfield boule- vard and walked «in Washington Park. Cicely Swiftson’s. palace seem- ed far away. She was happy. When she did go home she car ried with her a bag of fruit, a pile of magazines and an alarm clock her evening's home, but got entertainment was planned. | And then she found Philip Wein- | rich awaiting for her in the stuffy “parlor,” with Mrs. Stone standing rentinel at the door, “Are you ready to go back?" he smiled. CHAPTER 24. Phillp Weinrich repeated his ques- tion as Amoura Ainsley pushed her, body into a chair: “Are you ready to go back?” Mrs. Stone stood tn the doorway, listening avidly. Amoura turned to her sharply: ‘Would {it be con venient for us to have the parlor for a while, Mrs, , Stone?” The hint was effective. Amoura closed the door, and stood, with her back to it, studying Philip, After a silence she spoke: “Is this the way you keep your promise? You pledged yourself not to attempt to see me for one yea Do you remember those words? .... “*You think I'm not a man enough to earn my own living. Since you're determined to do this mad thing, I'll make you a wager, L'll go av » too, For a year I'll earn my n living. wager you I can,’ Philip burst in. “I know, Ammy, { I know, But I can't go through | with it! It isn't because I don’t want to go to work, it’s that I can't bear to be separated from you.” His eyes bespoke his feel- ings, and she was moved. “Please come back with me, Amoura."’ “Oh,” she smiled, maliciously, “you're begging me now! That isn't the tone you used in your letter.” She visualized his words: “*You will have to come; for I will make you “Oh, you WANT me to make you. Weil, I'll do that-’” He quick- ly grabbed her into bis arms and Kissed her. She was breathless when she pulled herself free. “Please be ready to leave in ten minutes,” he said. “I'll help you pa She sat down, regarded him in- tensely for a moment, then laughed. “Why are you laughing?” He was annoyed, and stamped his foot, a habit when he was in the mood, “I really believe you’ think you can make me go back.” “I CAN.” His exclamation was not convincing, even to himself; her laugh and scoffing tone had wounded him. “I'm NOT going back.” She watched closely the effect of her words. Had a new Philip been born; would he, after all, make her go? She half hoped he would try; she might have allowed herself to be persuaded if he had treated her commandingly. But it was the old Philip. She wondered how he had even happened to use such a tone In his letters, “I belleve you've been taking lessons in sheikery,” she said, ro- guishly. “Ordering women around and all that sort of thing.’ “Be serious Amoura, I am.” “Really! Again his foot stamped his an- noy: Her eyes regarded the foot gravely, and the stamping ceased. “Amoura,” he burst out, “marry me here, now, and I'll work with you. We'll earn our living to- gether,” She shook her head. “No, I'm going to carry out my part of the wager. “If you are incapable of carrying out yours’—she spoke with malicious pointedness—‘very well, I'll release you.” “Good Heavens, dear! It isn’t, that! I'm willing to work, I'm anxious to work. I want to show you I CAN support myself.” “Well, why don't you?" She opened the bag of fruit, extracted an apple, and bit Into it. When he regarded her exasperately, she calmly offered him the .bag. He struck it from her hand, and apples, cranges and peaches went tumbling and rumbling on the floor. In a second a voice eried: “Did something nappen? What is it? With presence of mind, Amoura ran and opened the door to Mrs. Stone. (‘I dropped my bag of fruit.” She laughed for the older woman's benefit. Philip was down on his knees, shamefacedly retrieving the fruit from the dust that lay under the chairs and tables. “Oh,” Mrs. Stone giggled, and departed, Amoura let the door stand open, then rendered mock ap- plause. ‘Perfect, Philip, perfect. They couldn't have done it better in the movies.” His eyes flamed. “You're trying to make a fool of me!" The flerce- ness of his tone cut into her and made her wince. “Please go, Phil,” she said, thick- ly. “I'll see you tomorrow.” He ‘stood staring out of the win- dow in silence, the frult piled peri- lously in his arms, She took off her hat and in silence relieved him of the load, piling it into the hat. At the door she paused. “Come again tomorrow afternoon about this time.” His eyes lighted as he turned. “Are you going to consider ——' She disappeared to hide her tears, CHAPTER 25 In the modest house on the South Side, beyond Washington Park, to which, after years of thrift (in which her husband was a negligible fac- tor) Mrs. Amelia Stone had unen- cumbered title, there were besides Amoura Ainsley, four “roomers. Childless now, and always daughter- less, Mrs. Stone took a deep interest in the affairs of “her girls,” and often resented their reticence in making a confidante of her, She wanted to know the names of the young men who took them out, about all of whom she formed a Private opinion, and if they didn’t tell her, ‘she managed sooner or later to learn, sometimes by direct cross-examination of the young men themselves, thelr {dentities, address. es, occupations. Two of the girls, Allene Maye and Roberta Lynch, cousins, had come to the city from the snme downstate wi do you let those unsightly pimples, blackheads and blotches disfigure your skin and ruin your appearance? You can keep them away if you keep your system full of rich, red blood. “And not only that, but the very texture of your skin will be soft and velvet like—and the coloring radiant as @ rose. It's all in the blood. And S. 8. 8. will help Nature keep your blood rich and red and pure. Yes, you can keep pimples away, slmply by taking 8. 8S. 8. That's n fact. The kind of red-blood-celly that S. 8. 8, helps Nature build makes your skin beautiful—olearg it up just like it puts firm flesh on you— brings strength to weak, flabby muscles gives you an appe- ite like you used to have and generates 4 the energy and vitality of youth throughout your entire system, Just try it and see for yourself! All druggists sell S. S. 8S.” Get the larger bottle. It’s more economical, town three years previously. were the vetet ns in Mrs. Thi Ston cs house and, because they were freer with their confidences, enjoyed more privileges. They the largest room in the house, surrendered by Mrs. Stone herself, who naw made her husband sleep apart; this room was adjacent to the bathroom and this advantage they enjoyed to the fullest. The other two girls, rogmmates by chance, Mack, had littl often quarreled. a dour, who never verified that she was more in common, The elder, anemic and Laura individual the impression than thirty, rather “looked down" on the other, Paula Czeck, whom ferred to girls she worked as sirl I'm living with,” ‘the she often office where little foreign in a tone that re- implied she was acting a missionary role. Paula, frivilous, vivacious, and rarely thoughtful, continued to live with hér strange companion because she delightea noying her. see Laura, and Patil shone rougishly as s times with boy friends, One thing bound the four together, | perhaps disillusionment unadmitted, scious, in shocking and an- No men ever came to eyes always e told of gay “bee-effs" meaning uncon Each had to turn to the others for whateyer consolation ghe sought. All from more or less humble homes in the corn belt, they were drawn together Uke Americans in a foreign country. Amoura met the quartet for the first time at breakfast on the morn: ing after the appearance of Philip Welnrich. “Girls. Mrs. with a little laugh Stone that announced was dis tinctly her own, and which usually Was out of place, Ainsworth.” “That's it’ isn’t “This She turned to Amoura it7—I is Miss though the young man said Ainsley, though,” she added doubtfully. slightly Amoura, flustered, an- swered with a smile that she direct- ed in turn to all of the four who stared at her: ‘Yes, it's Amy Ains- worth—Amy to all of you.” Paula, whoss name was given her last, she felt she liked best. More th: one en at hom WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 192 Amoura Ainsley had sent toast back| ples of the articles upon which the to the kitchen because it was too hard, or too soft, or too brown, or not brown enough—according to her pettish mood, but this morning she ate the burned toast that accom- panied the scrambled eggs, the bacon, limp with grease, and cocoa, with relish. The oatmeal she did not care for, and refused. She went to work, her candy fac- tory aprons under her arm, imbued with a curious expectanc She was thrilled by the sight of the machine in the great room in which fhe foreman led her. “This girl is going to work with you for a while,” he said gruffly to a wan woman who stood by one of the machines, waiting for the bell to sound the starting hour. -Appi ently he thought no further expla- tion was necessary, for with that p strode off. ‘My name She didn't looks, but M is Amy Ainsworth like the other woman's resolved to be friend! 1e’s Mrs. Benz,” the other ad- mitted, surveying the newcomer with expressionless “Where do She saw that the cther woman wore 1 khak! work-apron. ’ She stuck out a sk that woman at you a locker key. The woman indicdted surrendered a key after half a glance at Amoura. There was, the newcomer was im- pressed, a curious listlessness about the pls But when she emerged from the locker-room, ten minutes later, all’ was different. The whir and clang of the machines filled the room. The noise seemed to inject new life into the operators. Now they. talked as they worked, shouting to their neighbors. Amoura watched Mrs. the desk to give Benz man ipulate the machine for a few min-| utes in aw She was sure she was going to like to work here. She wondered how long it would be be- fcre she would be allowed to operate the devic That very day, 5) hoped. ‘ “What are you making?” we make all kinds of things Mrs. Benz dug out of a nder the machine some sam machine was usually employed, all of them made of heavy wire, mi chine parts, small springs, puzzies. The machine, it appeared, could be adjusted to many positions, and turn out an infinite variety of articles of this sort. “Is this what all of the machines make The older woman nodded, as if she didn’t like to answer questions, “All the girls have to do is run the machines. The foreman, or the machinists, adjust them,” She fed bars of nickle-colored steel into the whirring device, kept mov- ing swiftly by an overhead drive, and saw it emerge in the form of springs. Gradually Amoura learned that it might be several weeks before she was placed on a machine. In the meantime she must serve an appren+ ticeship as “boy” to Mrs. Benz, care rying bars from the pile at the end of the room to the machine, or trans- porting finished articles to the \in- spection table, where the operator was given credit for her, work. chafed at the thought of apprenticeship, so sure was she afternoon that she could oper- achine. She tried to Induce . Benz to let her try her hand. “No, girlie, not yet. That's the with all you new girls. You Want to run a machine the minute you look at it, It takes time. And ou don't learn your business lose a hand sometime, Only sek a girl had two of her fin- gers chopped off.” Amoura's stomach shifted at the thought. The suggestion impressed itself si y on her mind, and as she rode home that afternoon in the Blevated, she looked constantly. at her long, milk-white hands. Sup- e to lose one of them?” at the thought. ich was awaiting her one’s parlor. The hour she knéw, for her to de- whether she would turn goon. At the moment there doubt in her mind. Her s made (To be -continued) The next chapter: Romance Beckons. Philip We in M 58 d come, cide finally back no 2 Wa worth Cutontr— _ “Up-and-At-Em' Merchant - est dimes “You cant puzJe me— then on. Mid “Afternoon Empty Feelin’ "long about 4 P. M., when you don’t know whether you wish you had eaten more for lunch or dinner time would hurry, step out and get a RODEO BAR. You'll wear a smile from SWEET CANDY COMPANY Salt Lake, Utah At all Good Dealers Leok for the Display Carton with the Cowboy f candy mthe Store! -youwant 2 RODEO san! N * “ 2