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| Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife—— Mary's Infatuation for Jack Leslic a Puzzle V. hen Lillian is angry £ . _s me intensely. She has the tenderest heart of vone 1 know, and to have the tiniest living thing hurt is torfure to her. Yet when she is angry she will outline Viclously the most horrible imagin- ary punishments to given to people who have displeased her. So when she began her tirade Philip Veritzen the smile upon my face which she had commented upon changed into an irrepressible | she always “‘What particular torment of t inquisition are you planning for him?” 1 asked. She frowned suddenly her face cleared laughed with me. “I'm undecided,” she said. “Boil- ing in oil and roasting upon a slow- 1y turning spit both have theirat- tractions. But I'll let him wait a Dbit before I begin on him. We've something more important on our minds—two things, to be exact. One 15 to keep Jack Leslie away from Mary, and the other to make an op- portunity for Noel Veritzen to her. What's 3 “I wish I knew ¢ point is concerned, was sure that Katherine and guarded her so carefully during the last few weeks that she could have had no opportunity to mecet Jack Leslie in the daytime. One other of us has accompanied her on one pretext or another upon most of Ther walks and trips to her teacher ©Of course, we could not go every time, for she would have suspected something, but we have managed it ®0 that she never knew just when we hen as and formidably, or the were going, thus giving her no op- | portunity of making an appointment to meet Jack Leslie beforehand.” “Has she ever overstayed the time Ohatterer Puts in a Busy Day By Thornton V. Burgess Would you be master of your fate, Seize opportunity—don’t wait. —Old Mother Nature Chatterer was srowing thin be- cause he worried. You see, he never | knew when he might find another one of his storehouses emptied. He was almost afraid to peep into them for fear he would find nothing in them. You will remember that 1wo of them had been emptied. Had Chatterer known who had taken the puts, he wouldn't have minded so much. He would have been angry, but he woudn't have “vorried quite so much. You see, he would lave known what to do. “There's one thing 1 said Chatterer to himself. there's one thing I can do. 1 can | hunt around and find some new storehouses. I can hunt around and find some that are even more secret than those I have. That's what I'll do.” That is just what Chatterer did do, and the very minute that Chat- terer started to do it he felt better Yes, sir, he felt a whole lot bette 1t always is that way. The best way of getting rid of worries is to do something. i So Chatterer scampered this way | and scampered that way and scam- | pered the other w Whichever | way he scampered those bright eyes of his were looking for hole Toles in trees, hoies in stumps, holes | in the snow; and it was surprising | how many of them he found. When- | cver he found one he went intb it and looked it all over. He found out | all about it. He used his nose as well as his And all the time he talked to himself, | “This hole won't do,” said he. | “My cousin Rusty has been here. | He may not come here often, but ! he's been here, so he knows ahout | the hole. Thera is a hair from his | red coat now.” So Chatterer pror ptiy turned his back on that particular hole. Short- Iy he found anothcr one. It didn't | take him long to decide. “This won't | Go,” sald he. “No, sir, this won't do. | Whitefoot the Woodmouse has heen here. I can smell him. T don't want 8 storehouse that Whitefoot knows | about.” So Chatterer turned his | back on that lole. | The next hole he found was in a | hollow stump. It was an old stump. It was some littie distance from where Chatterer lived. FHe t bheen over there 80 long 1t} hadn’t known 2yt abou hole. You see. it had been gince he was last there. At the entrance ad hee he first found it he There were no sigr had been there for There were no frest around the entrance popped in. Right aw delighted than ¢ make a splendid fairly chuckled with abruptly he stoped had found the shell nut “No Hickory nut coull he unless some one had brought gald Chatterer, talking to himself “And the meat Lus been taken out of it. Tt iooks to me like th of my cousin, Huppy Jack t Squirrel. This nut was brought here a long {ime 1 prol Happy Jack has forgotten all this place. But perhaps he h torgotten. No, this won't do. T would just love to, have it L storehouse but it won't do. The only safc storehouse is one that nobody knows anything about, or never has known anytt sout.” Chatterer sighed. Then he scram- | hled out and went on . He looked into old nest of Tlacky the k'w" dec eyes, ¥ made Chatt was 1o would | He ¥y he er. oral delight, chuc of ng. 1 hickory here work Gray in | ihly W, ago asn't but he aguinst ! | The supy Lillia Never that | | of the tered. aged Leslic to be I make out il have 1 have hu with hin 10 ¢ “and no hes own intuitions the failure was the with Leslic mise when Dick Leslic and s’ dance ible may be necdless cone I looked son and cc her last tuitive “My brain 1 told her, Are tfections, 1S fit T woull Lit of anything. you zen Copyrigi B B next wouldn’t do. He climbed to an old | at nest of 1 he remembe Horned nest of Rec one Ips to make the most puzzling 1 ever encoun- How on earth she has man- with upon so meagre an acquain- | that masked upon the points Y explar we're worry as f rned.” wor wrong about the state v A hole h Owl sometimes aid Chatte to look. So it was that Chatterer put in a | busy day, and when the day ended | Black from the Purple n o | yet found a storchouse th ind t the Gre him. (Copyright, 1927, The prise.” next cd to take for n asked. ¥ returne come S0 infatuat, for the life re's one t Lillian sa is fact roof except girl And I'm not pl quite so he is in of one tha dancer We're act th e Noel Veritzen | the v aver t she gave ition of her in in T ar r, startled oth ihhor but 1 can't. A I'm dang Hure as o said, “and | ise you to keep espionage—add nd I'd make an possible. ou can ma 1927, by Ne Servic a ws ure Inc, b he found ollow stump Wi il the Hawk. 1 that Hooty th us wor s. “Thi, our 1s talking about faint. 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The evapo- ion likely re irri- contact rub- se the to re- crtainly kin, but ccumu- ts tem- A- t also keeping | Rub- ation lae- | any way Vo other it drier own | Mary associated “ack | in- | is | skin, | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY | READ THIS FIRST: Bobbie Ransom, a pretty little blond schol teacher, is anything but the flip sort of glrl you would expect to be “movie struck.” But she is., For years she has been dreaming of going to Hollywood to break ! to | pictures. . The only drawback to her ambi- tion is lack of money, for every- thing she earns slips through her | extravagant fingers. Her widowed father and her Aunt Gertrude both 1se to lend her a cent to go off such a wild goose chase.” o | Andrew Jerrold, who's in love | with her and wants her to marry | | him. So at last she borrows $500 | from the rich Widow Parkins, who | is going to be lher father's second and goes to Hollywood with a fat purse and a high heart. | At the boarding house of the ec- centric Mrs. Mangan she meet Stel- la Delroy, an extra girl in the movies, Through Stella she gets a iob at the Magnifica studios for a few days. There she meets Monica ont, another extra girl of the gold- | digger type. Monica comes to live | at Mrs. Mangan’s house, where she | | takes Bobbie under her wing and | tries to teach her a thing or two alout getting ahead in pictures, Gus Mac('lou an assistant di- | rector, falls in love with Bobbie, who at all flattered by h care- less attention. But she feels curi- ously attracted by him, neverthe- less. One day he asks her and Mon- | {ica to go to the Mexican gambling | town of Tia Juana with a crowd of Lis friends. After much thought Bob- | Vie dec that if he really carcd for her he wouldn't ask her to go [ to such a doubtful place. She refuses to go. That morning Roy Schultz, the famous director of the picture Bobbie has been playing | in, sends word for her to come to the Magnifica Studios for some photographic tests. Bobbie goes, gets | | there too early, and lunches in th studio restaurant with an attractiv woman whose face seems familiar | to her. She tells the woman all about | her invitation fo Tia Juana and is 1 when she asks her if it wa MacCloud who asked her to go. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER XVIT “Why, ves. it was Gus Mac- ! Cloud’s pa The words were out of Bobbie's mouth almost be- fore she knew it. In her surprise seemed to say themselves. “But how on earth did you guess 16 on does | | | | | | | is not | The woman's dark pretty face fairly twinkled with laughter under | her white hat. 8he leaned across the table, resting her arms on it. “Well, T just put two and two to- gether,” she answered, and there was something in her voice that soothed and comforted Bobbie. You | see, to begin with, T know who you | are. T saw you the other night in some rushes of my hushand's pic- ture, and 1 asked him who you Jobbie only half heard her as | her charming voice ran on. Merciful | heaven! This woman in the white hat must be Roy Schultz's wife! And here she had been telling her all her troubles! Suppose she should | repeat the story to Gus MacCloud! But no, she wasn't the kind of per- | son who carried tales. At least, she | didn't seem like that kind of catty woman “He'd forgotten your name, but Cius MacClowd remembered it, and | lie told me all about you,” she vas | | saying. “He said you'd been a | school teacher and that interested me, of course, because 1 taught | school myself before I came out bere to Hollywood.” Now, there is a sort of tie be- tween two people who have done | | or are doing the same thing. And | | perbaps that was the secret of the | | friendship that hegan that noon be- | tween Lottie Schultz and Bobbie— | the fact that both of them had been | school teachers. Perhaps it was just that they liked each other from the start, for | no good reason. Somatimes the | warmest and truest friendships be- gin just like that. There is such a thing as friendship at first sight, Just as there is love at first sight. At any rate, Bobbie felt as if she had known Lottie Schultz for | a long while by the time they had | tinished their Junch and started out of the studio restaurant, | Other extra girls at other tables | stared after them as they strolled out in to the brilliant sunshine, Wives of famous directors are | reckoned among Hollywood’s **400.” They are ways people with vlenty of money, foreign cars, hill- top houses and all that sort of thing. As a rule, they are not chummy with poor little nobodies | like extra girls. | dut Lottie Schultz was different. | picked he 't the sort of woman who | friends for their wealth | or power. They were her friends | Lecauss she liked them, and by se they were what she called | “my own kind.” | Tn Bobbie she had instantly rec- | cgnized her own Kind—a woman as | decent and ho as herself, A | | lady. And Holl s so full of women who not m:.i | Gond-looking who screened 1, but cheats and | K-biters wind-hags, | “I like that girl's face,” had | husband and Gus Mac- | few nights before when | been thrown on the projection room at were girls | we were by wia ! told her Cloud a Bobbie had | screen in the | Magnifica. “Who is she | Roy Schultz had forgotten he name, but MacCloud had known it. | “Her name's Ransom, and | used to be a school teacher.” His voice had come quietly out of the darkness, and there had heen some | thing in it that Lottie Schultz ha | never heard in it before when e | spoke of women. Gus was a bit | scornful of women, He had known m in Hollywood, and | he had decided they were all pretty lHHl!'I like. | ] “It must have given him some- i 1 | s0 many ot thing to think about when this girl | his Tia Juana i tz sald to he f as her sun-browned hand | 1 out | [ to Bobbic 100d-hye n't ol she said aloud. “If to drive my hus- | to the beach for a swim 11| r to the ke-up room with | to see Fitz fix people Good-bye," go ov vou. T up. love | promised o) =y 1927. Fitz was the make-up man a Magnifica. In his own line he was & great artist. With his magical grease-pair conld make small eyes look large, and large nos look small. He could maka lovely Cupid's bow lips out of thin, colorless ones. Th was no end to the clever flattering things he could do. “But 1 have to fi much,” he Bobbie. “1 much low around the ofher day wlen you came Schultz wants to 1 tests made with hardly any up on. He gave of darkenii 1l the of rouge on the lips, and powder on the checks head. Judking, who was head camera man, grunte saw her. “Somic all he said. But late Tobbie saw taken, ‘ t delight. For showed her to herself as far prettier than she had ever dreamed she could he Pretticr than she actually was. “Oh, can't I have a picture ished off myself 2" she Judkins, head grunted some its being against the surly fellow, who took from ybody. 1e had no more respect fc director than he had for an office boy, and beantiful girl to him was less than nothing. He was fed up on heautiful girls. A the big dim stage a maid opened the door wf Joyee's portable ing room and haile 1 elee- She was holding nickel don't told you put eyes the M, some up too in, you ve make- touch eyes, : bit almoct no and flre- blic's face Roy Schultz's d when he sense to you now.” was noon, when that he had hier breath with that his about He who shoo thir rule was @ nothing 3ohbic to go cros: home, Joan 3 like an eve- to him and Miss would ring papor,” she said handed him the nickel. Bobbie watched the start off toward the front the lot at top spec “gome day UIl be able cverybody on this lot arou way Joan Joyce does now, herself solemnly. was still aglow with the happ and thrill that the sight of pictured face had given ler. Surely Roy Schultz must think she had a future in pictures, or he wouldn't havs had those “stills” made of her. He wouldn't have hothered about her make-up, woull he? She went home, walking on clouds, and silver - lined clouds at that. electrician gates of to order 1 . Monica got some time between dawn that night. g Bobbie did not hear her come in. But the next morning when started down stairs, Monica out from her bedroom Bobbie, bring me when you your I'm as low -weed to die 'most any minute.” he sat up in bed with a g when Bobbie brought the coffe fifteen minutes later, Her s swollen with . and the paint on it looked harsh-colored and gavish in the clean morning sunlight. Around her neck was new blue Indian bes bracelet that matched it her thin arms. “Diggety dog, but fine!” she declared, steaming coffee. “I su We drove nearly four lundred miles—got lost and everything! 1 slept most of tl ¥ home. T was full of tequila! “What's tequila?" as whe never had heard the Monica's eves opened wide. “You are green!” she said. “Why tequil the ‘stuff the Mexicans drink, That's what we went to Tia Juana for, goosey! There's nothing but tequila . house and back to the dar she sang some > darlingest! nd mike sc ready han up of a of @ strin and on ont it tastes sipping the AN all in! Bobble, word TS PULL THAT COUNTS, Tilk: TO AND 1 | ditched i g N Beatrice | © JOHNSON FEATURES | 'HONEY LOU"ETC. and gambling in the place.” “Did you drive home with Cus Bobbie asked, trying MacCloud ? to sound off-h Monica yawned and poured self a second cup of coffee. didn't go,” she said shortly. you didn't go he got the rest of us. lite boy, wasn't he Bobbie il nothing in But happiness swept through her suddenly. turned away and ed out of the window to hid her face from Monica, lest it shotld show the thing she felt. Silly to be so glad hecanse a man imagined nhimself half in love “What her- “He When and po- sorc Nice answer. n with feel hining Oh, it: “You're cried line were don’t you? just Moni 1 dayl” she he sun; ough me this town. T t 11 1 HE going s, ove said 1 oc Mangan opened one for Miss Rar It was Gus MacCloud. “Wha you doing fonight 2" ask scon said “Hello.' the door. om.” are he Ay {ors’ benefit with nie “Love had been 1 Lenefit all full of it “Come for il then—" Bobbic did Tnatead room, locked to the mirror. was full “Oh, you lucky pered, looking at your reward for no town!” Tobbie, She the actors' papers were nswered about The i week vou at ecight. Bye-bye and MacClond hung up. not go back to Mon- she ran into her own the door and turned In the glass her face ica of & roses., o'clock the wings of the theater where the wctors were Lolding their henefit pe It seemed like a dr The famous faces, the noise, the lights, the excitement. Above all, the nearness of the man beside her. Then came @ lull between acts. Bobbie tried desy Iy to think something to say. Something and witty and cute, But conldn’t. ler ue secmed weighted with 1o “ilow’s your picturs com- ing along?” MacCloud the silence that hung between them so thick that it could have been cut with a knife, He smiled down at eyves looking slecpy lic Bobbie ng at her forgot all That n stood with t at Gus in far formance. em to hep. of bri she e broke he hetw knew . his Dblue on Malf- closed he was laugl Sh that she place. thanks"” flash of spirit. “Mr. over to Fitz yes- make - up at onc 1d out o along f was It shte said with Schultz sont terday for me a special idea. 1 suggested it to him,” MacCloud broke in lazily. 1l ptened up and turned toware her so that his face was close to hers, he first time T saw struck me as being ¢ picture face, ng about you that night, you'd left that restau- cven forgotten which you, your face good kept tl long after tant—I've restaurant arlton told him ere was another long silence. Then ' MacCloud said quietly I1t's pull that counts in this picture And if my luck holds, I'm going to go straight to the top and I can pull a lot of other peo- up with me. Bobbie looked fully—and beyond him she to see her own name in lette “Bobble Ran she hal alwa dreamed of secing it, the bright entrance of some motion-picture show. Do you mean you could help me ct along?” she asked, swaying Lo Armstron it and Joh- bir business, Dl at him thought- light Just as ahove to g CAN PULL YOU RIGHT UP TO TOLD HER i whe | toward him in her eagerness. “I mean—if I had a picture to Gi- rect, perhaps 1 could give you a yvretty good part” he told her. “And they've promised to let me do on on, on my own."” He frowned and then gave her a quick, questioning look. “Let’s get out of here!” he said. “It's hotter than Hades! How would you like to take a run dow: to the ocean and sce how it looks at night. | CHAPTER XVIIT queer thing—but somehow a man's love for & woman nearly always grows and thrives upon her coldness and indifference. It's too bad that women never scem to find it out. But it's true, all the same. Men are just that way. Th never want the woman who is ready to fall in their arms the minute they hold them out to| her, I It was true of Gus MacCloud, and eling for Bobbie Ransom. since he cculd rememb r, i been throwing themselves t him. Making baby at him. Leading him on. Trying, by some hook or crook, to marry him. To begin with, he was very good lcoking in the blond high-colored that attracts most \\‘Omull,! lie hal mone Not money earned only, but mones came from his family - back It is his v girls that east, Morsover, he was an assistant ctor. And in Hollywood cven nt airector is not to be | sne specially by girls like Dobbie, who ars trying to break into pictures. | So, naturally enough, Gus had | fallen into the habit of thinking !pretty well of himself. He showed it in his swaggering walk, in his hard way of locking at people and his rude way of talking to them. Bobbie Ransom was a mystery 10 | MacCloud. She neither flirted with him, flattered him, nor dropped dead with joy when he began to notice her. He simply couldn't tigure her out. Tut he knew he was in love with whether he wanted to be or dir { her, | not. “I'm having the dickens of a good time, just driving along here Do you know it?” h: as they swung out Santa Boulevard and turned to- ward the ocean that moonlit fall rnight. L He meant it too. But Bobbie didn’t beli him for a eecond— Why, how could he find a thril in ing a drive with her when he used to tralling around with such people as Joan Joyce and the Roy Schultzes? “Apple cake!” she chaffed nim. “'S truth! Believe me or not!" He reached for her hand, and found that both of them were hidden under Der yellow evening cape. | She saw what he was trying to| do, and laughed shy Somehow, | sitling there in her yellow cape. with her yellow hair blown bi.ck from her face, she made him think ! of a tight-wrapped roscbud. A lit- | tle cllow one. And tenderne stirred deep within him as looked at her. “How in the deucc did you ever happen to come to Hollywood?" | he asked suddenly. “A little thing like youX Bobbie laughed a little titter. me away,” come if T you. he ain, a delight- “Nothing could | she told him. “I'd 4 Pad to walk all y with a corn plaster on toe! And why shouldn't I come? Hundreds of girls do | year. Girls who are years vounger than I am. T'm old—for 3 . Twenty-two, you know."” on for another mile ed Ieep have the w e have every y drove in silence. Then Gus and waved h that rose on their right. Like most of the Hollywood hiils, it was co- | cred with Spanish houses, “See that house with the three encalyptus tre front of it he asked Bobb She nodded. The house was a| long, low one of white plaster, with a red roof. It was in darkness ex- cept for a light in one window. “That's my house,” MacCloud said. “I'd like to ‘show it to you some time.” He waited | asked abruptly: ;10 see it tonight? ested in houses?” “Yes,” Bobbie said breathlessly. She knew it wasn't the thing At twenty-two a woman knows everything she ever is going to know, certainly. She knew that this was ten times more wicked than the Tia Juana trip. To go into a man's liouse with him alone, Jlate at night! Bevond all doubt it was a shady thing to do—and yet she wanted {to do it. She wanted to be alone with MacCloud—to talk to him—to sce what he was really like when you got to know him, “I don't suppose I ought to go in,” she sail softly as the cream-col- cred roadstar stopped before the | door of the house. But she got out. On the other side of the hedged driveway stood another house. A pluk stucco house, much than MacCloud's little low lowed down his ' hand toward a hill | in a second. Then he “Would you like Are you inter- “Suppose we go think?” she Cloud. Me only laughed and pushed her into the dark hall of the house. “My neighbors are at the actors’ fit, 5o there's not a chance of their secing you,” he told her. In the darkness, she felt his hands on her shoulders, lifting the cape from them. He pushed back some curtai.s at the side of the hall, and Bobble walked into what seemed an as- tonishingly big room. At one end of it a great studio window looked down upon the lights of Holly- wood twinkling in the distance. The night sky was blue as a sap- phire above them, | A fire burned in the grate and | there was a yellow-shaded lamp on ::L table at the back of the room. In front of the table was a couch of black brocade embroidered | with water lilies and roses and {larkspur. The walls were paneled | with some pale-colored silk. “Do you like my house?” Gus | asked, “and Bobbie merely nodded her licad as she dropped down into the soft deep couch. It was the most beautiful room she had ever seen in her life. She your neighbors should in! What would they whispered to Mac- | | the ivory ! were big brown pools in the glow | her agine—well, Andy Jerrold, fer in- stance, living in a p lace like this. Andy would have had brown leather chairs and smoking stands and hunting scene pictures around no doubt. Ugly, comfortable stuff. “I like it,” she said, slowly look- ing all around her. She was thinking that a woman must have planned this room. Sure- ly some luxury-loving creature Lad picked out the puffy silk cushions on the couch, the soft blue rugm, curtains, the little .ea- table of brass and teakwood. Per- haps MacCloud had been married. Perhaps he had lived here with a wife, once upon a time. A pang of jealousy stabbed her at the thought. Sie was asking him about it, al- most before she realized it. “Have you ever been married, Mr. Mac-} Cloud?” It secmed silly to cail him Mister,” sitting here alone with him at midnight — and she could have bitten off her tongue the minute she had said it. MacCloud shook his he ing before her while he struck a match to a cigaret. Then he dropped down on the couch closs Veside her, and laid his arm along the back of it so that his fingers touched her shouldel ! “He's going to kiss me,” thought | Bobbie. And away in the back of Ler mind was another thoughl. “He | can help me to get ahead in the| movies if he wants to.” For at that time she still cared more ahout getting ahead in the movies than she cared for any man, even Angus MacCloud. He put his hand under her chin and turned her face toward him, In the dim glow from the yellow lamp it was like rose-petals. Satiny and fresh, with carol color that the night wind had whipped into her cheeks. “No, I've never been he said deliberately. “What you ask? “This d, stand- married,” makes room. It looks as if a woman had furnished it.” Her voice was low and husky. Mac- Cloud’s hand, under her chin, was like a touch of fire. Her heart had begun to beat like a little hammer, in her breast and temples, and in her throat. She had no desire to move away from the man beside her—and when he pulied her close to him she felt as if she were melt- g against himn. “A woman did do it for me,” he said, “My sister, Listen, I'm going to kiss you—" And then he did. It was not an Andy Jerrold sort | of kiss, full of tenderness and re- spect. It was a quick, hard one that hurt Bobble's mouth. A Kiss that was full of the very human Kkind of passion that a man feels for a woman he loves, and it woke in Bobbie an answering flame. She was like fire «rd snow in his arms. “This.” she thought dreamily and dimly, “is what i* feels like to love a man.” Love—the thing she never had felt for Andy Jerrold. The thing that held a man and a woman together througl years of trouble and struggle, poverty, sickness, and even disgrace. | It may have been an hour after- | ward that the sound of a motor car | came up to them through the clear still air. It came nearer and nearer. | It scemed to be climbing the hill. “Good grief!” Tobbie cried. “Do | You suppose someonc’s coming up | here? Ier hands flew to her hair, smoothing it down. MacCloud laughed easuy. “No, | darling. It's just the Schultzes ge ting home from the show,’ he said As he spoke a pair of motor lamps flashed past the great win- | dow, and disappeared. The car came to a stop before the pink stucco house next door. “The Schult Bobhie's eyes ruffled of the yellow lamp. “Do they live over there?" “Why, sure. They're my neigh- hors,” MacCloud answered, pulling close to him again. “Now, don't be nervous. They'll never know you're here. We'll just :ay here for an hour or so, and when everything's quiet welll sneak away.” Bobbie didn’t answer. Hidden in the curve of his arm, her face wore a sick little frown. She hated that word “sncak.” She hated the thought of sneaking away. It seemed 80 low—so common. “I should have known better than | to come here in the first place, she scolded herself. “I might have known it would wind up in some horrid way like thi A half hour or =0 aftervard th: Louse next door was wrapped In darkness. But evervthing out of doors was white with moonlight. It was almost like daylight. “It the Schultzes looked out of the window they’d see me sure as fate,” Bobbie whispered, in an agony of nervous fear. What would Lottie think of her, If she saw her? shivered. “Don’t be silly. The wouldn't know who you were, even if they did see you,” MacCloud told her impatiently. “But {f you're really worried about if, you could walk down the hill on the other side of the house, and T could pick you up at the bottom.” So she did that. She slipped down between the shadows and waited at the bottom of the tree under some bamboos that grew there, until the cream-colored road- ster came along and picked her up. “I feel too cheap for words, sneaking away like this!” she said as she climbed in heside Mac- Cloud. “I've never done a thing like this before, since I was born.” “Well, I'm glad to hear that, at any rate,”” he answered, putting his arm around her. “I'd hate to think yon had. No man likes a girl to know her way around too well— not it he cares for her.” Bobbie didn't ask him if he cared for Dier. She knew that he did— but she was afraid to ask him to tell her so. Schultz She Y What time did :oun last night?” Monicu know the next day. It was noon and she was just finishing her dressing. sShe sat in Bobbie's room :nd manicured her nails until they .hone like bits of coral. Bobbie lay in bel and look-a at | he There was ro doubt that Monica was the sort of girl who | knew her way around, she said to! herself, t home vinted to couldn’t imagine a mun having a 1o0m like this. She couldn’'t im- You could see ing at her., By t, just by ook the boldness of milk and cook marinating in Ithe mixtuw. r blue g and the swinging swaylng way that she walked. By her dresses that always were too low at the neck and too high above the lnoe. i “Don’t tell me you got in hefore three o'clock,” she said now, as she struck a maten by flicking off the head with her thumb-nail. “Be- cause I peeked in here at fen min- utes after thres and yon weren't here.” She took a .ong C¢rag at her cigarette. Then she winkad solemuly. “T'1l bet you anything T know where you were.” she said, #nl her eycs were as gentle as a Jove's and as wise as a serpent’s. “All right, I'll bita. Where Bobibe found her voice at lust. Monica nodded. T kaow,” she declared. “Don’t think you're the only girl who's cver &pent an eve- ning up at Gus MacClond's housc. Don't flatter yourself, dearie!” (To Be Continuel) Bobble gets word to come home in the next chapter of the HDOlly- wood Girl. Does she go or — or doesn't she? BY SISTER MARY treak thin cr matoes, erisp gr coffee, Luncheon -— Fish tuce sandwiches, molasses milk, tea. Dinner — Beef a la_mode, ricel rotatoes, creamed cauliflower, stuff- ed prune salad, whole wheat rolls, cream puffs, milk, coffee. The fish timbales are planned to use up any fish that may have becn left from dinner the night before. However if left-over fish is not o1 Land any canned fish may be use to advantage. Fish Timbales One cup cold flaked fish, 2 table spoons butter, 1-2 cup stale bread crumbs from soft part of loaf, cup milk, 1 tablespoon lemon juice 1 egg, salt and pepper. Melt butter, add bread crumbs and intil smooth, stirring constantly. Add fish, which has been lemon juice while making the paste. Season with malt and pepper and add egg well beat- en with 1 tablespoon cold water. Mix thoroughly but lightly. Turn into buttered individual molds mak- ing them about two-thirds full of Place in pan of hot water, cover with Theavy buttered paper and hake 30 minutes in a moderately hot oven. Remove from molds and serve surrounded by egg sauce, creamed celery or tomato sauce. (Copyright, 1927, NEA Servi t — Grape juice, ccreal am, scrambled eggs with to- abam toast, .l timbales, let cookies, 27, N , Ine.) Plant life cannot exist more than 600 feet below the sea, but animal life has been found at a depth of four miles, | i TREASURE BENNIE liked to dig. He had 2 spade almost as heavy and strong as his Daddy's. There was part of the garden where no seeds were planted and he could dig all he wanted to. “There might be a treasure chest right here.in our yard, Bennie said out loud to an angle- worm. He dug a wide hole... then started making it deeper. All at once his spade struck something hard. “Here's a big chunk of GOLD!" Bennie shouted as he ulled out a big rock.. I knew r'd find something! ©1927 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. J) Reducing trcatments at least make bank accounts slender. DR. PAULINE Not a Mind-Reader 18 COMIN