Evening Star Newspaper, August 16, 1937, Page 30

HNlustrated by Vincentinl THE STORY THUS FAR Carol Clayton postpones her mariage to wealthy Hartley Mad- ison to play the horses so that she may pay Duke Bradley, hand- some bookmaker, the $76,000 debt incurred by her father be- fore his death. Her luck at the track is phenomenal, with the result that Duke is all but wiped out. Duke, hoping to recoup, persuades Hartley to bet through him; but Carol, knowing the lat- ter’s weakness for horses, thwarts him in this. At the Kentucky Derby Carol wins the final amount necded to repay Duke in full. She is now free to marry Hartley —but she realizes she has fallen in love with Duke. On the return train she becomes ill. Duke takes eare of her and his tenderness to her makes her sure he loves her. She confesses her love and tells him she is going to break her engagement to Hartley. He turns on her in rage. If she breaks her engagement and thus alienates Hartley, he, Duke, will have mo chance to recoup—he will be ruined. Hate takes the place of her love. She coldly promises she will not break off with Hartley, nor in any way endanger Duke's chances to re- eoup. CHAPTER XXV, Carol had thought she glad to be back at Brookdale—Brook- dale which was now securely hers. All her life it had been home to her, but now she found no peace, no It was good to see her in, to know that he the other things were to allow her find or help from him standing among the disturbing things, of course, was Hartley Madi- IN THIS WEATHER = | together. | Hartley, | told her when would be | that she knew she did not love him? She was thankful that the excite- | ment of the races filled their days, left them practically no time alone Until the races were over— until he had ruined Duke, he must have no slightest suspicion of her change of heart. There were other things, too. he had lost her knack for picking win- ners. Night after night, she pored over her papers, working on per- centages as she had never done be- fore. And day after day, she lost at the tracks. Madison, who fol- lowed her tips, was even a heavier loser. And Madison, she discovered t> her surprise, was not a good loser. On the last day before the Hope- | ful Stakes would be run, she was so | tense that she was alarmed lest Duke Avould notice it. Her grandfather and who were with her, didn’t matter, but she must not let Duke know she had lost her poise. “You're a nut,” her grandfather he learned she had selected Pit-A-Pat. “Extension’s the horse.” She did not answer except with a littlg smile. She had picked winners. She would pick them again. But she was thinking that she mighg just as well have been blind-folded and stuck !a pin on the racing list, to indicate her choice, during these last races when she had wanted so desperately | to win “At the half,” cried grandfather excitedly, “Marchtown by two lengths; Extension second by one. Your nag Pit-A-Pat barely hanging on—she's stopping. That goat always falls asleep.” “'Oh, no, she doesn't,” “The ce isn't over. Madison was leaning over the rail- | ing, an anxious look on his face. | I tell you it's all over,” yelled Grandfather layton. “Pit-A-Pat's | through.” { “No, no!" pleaded Hartley, while ! said Carol. = 1 \ \ — THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., MONDAY, AUGUST 16, 1937. rol's heart sank and she turned away. “She's got to win” A thunder of hoofs past the stand, a roar of cheers from the crowd and Grandfather Clayton was jump- ing up an. down, yelling at the top of his lungs: “Extension by three| lengths! Extension!” Carol bit her lip. look at Hartley. There was a sharp sound of something fall- ing into the cup. had not Jiked the look on his when he lost “Well, honey,” he said, wrong again.” P v face “you were at else is she ever hut wrong, these days? What did you two chumps “T had 5.000," said Madison. Then BETHOLINE DOES NOT BOIL UNTIL ABOVE CARBURETOR TEMPERATURES AVERAGE FROM 145° TO FUEL PUMP snorted Grandfather Clay- | turning to Carol, “and you had 400, didn't you?” “Four hundred is right,” she said and turned away. For the first time in her life she was angry at her grandfather. He did not need to “rub it in.” But Hartley was worse. Surely, it was not necessary for him to be She cquld not | so surly. She had seen and | “Cheer up, folks!” It was Duke’s laughing, aggravating voice she heard, as he walked up to them. He smiled at Carol and said son can't lose all the time. Nobody can do that. There'll be other races.” Carol did not answer. Duke took a fat roll from his pocket, peeled off a few bills and handed them to | l\ /] TEMPERATURES AVERAGE FROM 140° TO. YOU pay more for every mile you drive this hot weath- er—if you use ordinary gasoline. For ordinary gasoline boils—and part of it is wasted. The thermometer shows why. Notice the temperatures of the fuel pump and carburetor when driving on hot days—well above the boiling temperature of ordinary gasoline. But Betholine’s boiling point is above these ORDINARY AS LOW AS temperatures—so Betholine does not boil—and you get all the mileage and power you pay for. MAKE A MILEAGE TEST. Get a free Mileage Test Chart from yBur nearest Betholine Dealer. Compare Betholine Mileage with the mileage you get with your present gasoline . . .. You'll quickly discover—like thousands of other new users—that— JAVE 8BY SWITCHING TO Bervoune GASOLINE BOILS Extra Mileage makes up for the slight extra cost BETHOLINE'S EXTRA PERFORMANCE IS FREE /T DOES NOT BO/L AWAY A SHERWOOD PRODUCT | could not | him “You and Madi-| i | fluenced by Carol to change his hvr.i the old man. “Here's your lettuce, grandpa,” he said. “Shall we go?” Carol asked Madi- son. “Just & moment, dear.” His voice had something of defiance in it as he turned to Duke and asked: “What odds are you giving my horse in the Hopeful tomorrow?” “Moon Ray?” “Of course, I'm betting on my own horse.” “Well,” answered Duke casually, “I haven't figured out yet. I thought you be backing Lightning, the fa- vorite.” “We are,” snapped Carol. “Speak for yourself, gal” said Grandfather Clayton. “I sin't. Neither is Hartley. He's getting wise to himself—about time, too, after all the bum steers you've been dishing out.” Carol did not answer him, but spoke to Madison. “You're surely not going to bet on Moon Ray” Duke was watching Madison in- tently for his answer. “Yes, I think I will.” “With Dixie Gordon on Lightning?” she cried. “Dixie who'll do anything to bring his mow: t in first. And such a horse as Lightning! Are you crazy?” “Hartley knows what Moon Ray can do,” cut in Grandfather Clayton. “I told him and I know. Remember, I bred and raised that horse and I| know.” Hartley may have tried to Hold back | his anger, but it broke through in | what he said to Carol. “I've lost almost $95,000 to Duke on | your handicapping. I wouldn’t mind | getting it back before the season | closes. Something tells me it is time | to use my own judgment from now on.” Carol ¢ rugged her shoulders. She trust herself to answer | This was bad enough. She | could not risk bringing on a scene. | “I don't blame you, Madison,” said | Duke. “One good sizable bet could | put you right out in the clear.” you coming. Hartley?” asked TI'm going.” “Coming, dear.” “May I see you asked Duke quickly. the risk of at the hotel?” He couldn’t run Jetting Madison be in- “Sorry, Duke. But Carol's asked some friends out to the house. Have to toddle along.” “What?” objected Grandfather Clay- “Another get-together of “those Thank you for the tip- I'm going to town and get plas- tered.” “How'’s for coming to my room and having dinner with me, grandpa?” asked Duke. “Darn tootin’,” squealed the old man with a scornful look at his grand- daughter. ‘Them society dummies.” Oarol took Madison’s arm, urging him to hurry. She must be hom~ she said, before her guests arrived. He turned for a last word with Duke. “I'll send you my check for today's losses.” “‘Oh, don't bother,” Duke waved the offer aside graciously. “You're good for it with me. And for anything else you may lose. We'll let it ride on Moon Ray tomorrow.” “Come on, Hantle sharply. “So long, honey,” called Duke to Carol, 8 wide grin on his face. She did not answer him with word or look. The snub did not bother Duke. Had he seen the flash in her eye, the tilt of her chin, the squar- ing of her shoulders. He had heard the exasperation in her voice. He knew she was furiously angry with him. But he liked her that way. It accepted her beauty. He was say- ing to himself, as she walked away: “What a proud little filly she is—a true daughter of the turf, spirited, | high-strung, high-stepping. And now | she's off to play at being a society woman, the crazy, headstrong little | said Carol fool.” As it she knew his thoughts, Casal | several yards away, turned her hsad.j tossing him & quick, coldly scornful | look. Duke chuckled. Then he| noticed a little boy near him and an | amusing idea came to him. The boy | held & collapsible drinking cup—and | it was of tin. He was so short he | could not reach, with all struggling, | the spigot of the water fountain “Here, sonny.” said Duke cheerily, going to him, “T'll give you a lift.” | “Thanks, mister,” said the boy, as Duke lifted him in his arms. “I'm sure thirsty and I couldn't make it by myse He filled the cup, and started to drink from it, then re- membered it was his turn to be gra- clous. “Don asked. “No,” said Duke. “Thanks just the | same., Go on now and drink.” The youngster seemed to have a| never-to-be-ended thirst, but at length he said he had had enough and was sputtering his thanks as Duke set him firmly on the ground. “Want to sell that cup, sonny?” ‘The boy stared at what Duke was holding out ‘0 him as the puichase| price. He put out his hand, then drew ft back. 't you want some?" hg‘ He had put his hand out over the cup. There was a sparp sound of something falling in it. It was & quarter, Duke has a lot to learn about lifa and women in general—and Carol in particular! Their next encounter is full of excitement for them both. Fead about it in tomorrow's install ment. (To be continued.) (Copyright, 1037, Loew's, Inc) “I couldn't let you pay $5 for it,”| he said. “I'll give it to you.” Duke laughed and put the bill in| his hand, closing it tight over it. “Never quarrel -with your luck, | sonny,” said Duke. “This cup is worth | & lot more than a fiver to me.” | AUTO TROUBLE?Y Duke walked briskly, until he came |. alongside Carol. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder. As she turned to see who it was, he thrust the cup in her hands. “Better give this to the gentleman,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “I think he's going to need. it.” | Before she could answer, he turned and walked away. But after few| paces, he came back Bhe stood as! it stupified, the cup still in her| hands. | “I forgot something,” he said. | E p! 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