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Adele Garrison —— Revelation Setting the Stage for lgmme with | manage Mary's knowledge of what 1| Mprs. Baker. “Do?" repeated Lillian, as T voiced my perplexity over my promise Mary that I would ‘“settie” Baker. There's only Mrs. to | one possible | thing to do and that is to go ahead |closed Mary couldn't possibly hear Quicksands of Love ’s New Phase of s of a Wife—— |say to Mrs. Baker,” 1 returned du- blously. gible auditors, and if I were in that fourth floor room with the Just as you have planned. Tf Mary's |what I was saying.” appeal to you was on the square You | owe it to her to see that the Baker | woman does not bother her any more. If, on the other hand, she was talking at the instigation of the fourth floor pest and trying to throw dust in your eyes, {t surcly is best for you to convince them that you have swallowed their made up story —hook, !ne and sinker. How better could you do that little thing than by going up to that woman's room and | ving her out with a bombardment 1 upon Mary's stor: 1. Oh, What 1'd vyour ce at her.” ou may have it,” I said so hast- fly that Lillian chuckled. ' wonder if it would do," she re- | flected with a gamin-wistfulness in | her tones, then she shook her head reluctantly. “No it wouldn't. To have the thing appear perfectly natural and a l0g- ical result of Mary's story you'll have to be the goat. But how 1| ®nvy vou the job.” Tiooked at my watch with a @4 pleasure at the hour it showed. 1 h- “I can't go up now,” T sald. “It's | too early.” “No,” Lillan agreed. “She never | would be out of bed at this time, | when he usual hour of coming home is—what is {t? You'd better wait unt{l nearly noon. Mary'll be back by then, and 1 don’t bell it will be a bad i{dea at all for her to be within hearing distance when you're | | that loathsome | room with the door elosed Lillian looked at me oddly. “Have you any fidea to let yon stage any interview with lizard in her own little constricting band <cles of my thro: 4. T had not realize the ide A certain around the | loosened its hol how terrifying to me of meeting Mrs. Baker Lillian's assurance disp Never since my first sight woman as she attempted to spy me through the keyhole of my room had I been free from 1 did not attempt any tion with Lillian. ‘I cannot stage my meeting with the woman in the hall with pos- | | dowea father and he door floating around in your noodle that I'm going | alone until ed my fear. of the | upon living a loath- ing and terror of her as formless as |it was unreasonable. Qissimula- | | | | hopes to find fame and fortune in © JOHNSON F READ THIS FIRST: Bobbie Ransom, a little school teacher of is anything but the flip sort of girl you would expect to be ‘movie mad.” She is, however. She tries to borrow money form her wi- Aunt Gertrude where she In to take her to Hollywood, 1 the movies. They both refuse to lend her a cent for “such a wild goos chase.” So does Andrew Jerrold, | who's in love with her. Finally she borrows $500 from the Widow Parkins, who is to marry | her father. and goes to Holly There she finds a room at Mrs. Man- i s, and meets an extra girl named | before the use. i Rk s Stella Detroy, 1 £h her ahe finds| ‘T had ' worl as a GEUETER SR : % little work at the Magnifiea Stu. |bathing beauty for Curlo Comedies,” | Tto. the Jap servant, and another Qlos. There, a famous director, Roy | Bobbie told her. “But I spent all the | Jap went solemnly about with sand- Schultz ,and his wife, Lottie, take money I made on this—" She held | Wiches and cocktails. A much interest in her. Gus MacCloud, | up an end of the spangled scarf | Evegbedy was doddis sne the assistant director. falls in love | Lottie laughed. “Just like all the smoking and dancing to the music| with her and she with him. He movie people. Squandering your |0f the radio in the living room. Dinsaised Lo thain all he can.|money on 1 tead of neces- | There were wild bursts of laughter Monica Mont, a featured player, ad- vises her to play up to him and then becomes Jealous when she does. Bobbie goes home when her aunt #HOLLYWOOD GIRL: 1ot perfume behind was innocent of and eye-darkener. she asked Bohbie, sudd voice was soft and fuli of mother- | e | ,Xenderne*! | arms lightly around ood, | tle crossing the sities,” she s teacher!" “I'm < -aul or of *LOVE BOUND* “HER MAN* ‘HONEY LOU ETC. . Now, you take a man like Gus cCloud—" And then she stopped short, and whatever she was going to say about Gus remained a mystery. s go back to the party!” she ly, and with a light little ewung Bobbie around and EATURES INC. 1926 her when she moved, and her clever charming face rouge and lip-salve “Would you like to run over to my house for a minute and sece my | "I ittle girl before she goes to sieep?” | said sudde nly glancing | laugh sh. ip at her with dark bright eyes. Her the house. “When 1 know her better T'Il ask her what she was going to say,” Bobble promised herself. She was | dying to ask Lottie then and there, | but something held her back. were | The driveway was filled with auto- nd the house as crowded awn | mot {when they went back into it. They went together, wWith thelr cach other, as t they were old friends, “Hgw’s business these days?” Lot- asked, when they moonlit stretch of and song from a group of men, with Joan Joyce in their midst all in | heaven-blue silk that matched her es. I did it when 1 was'‘a school Bobbie defended herself. 1 spendthrift. Money runs a ho they went down the stairs and out of | heartily | dies and her father marries the wi- | through my like “Why I dread that woman |dow. Andy begs her to stay there and | through a siev but whenever I'm near | marry him, but she goes back to | She shook her head feeling that a cobra is | Hollywood. Her pocketbook fs very | was hopeless. herself. this time, and she sells went into the “Oh! But I'm glad!” T exclaimed She knew she I don't know, her T have a house, Tt was flattening its head at me. [ flat by an | “You wouldn't be far wrong at|old diamond, left her by her aunt, |2 beau ul house. Just the l‘("\fl {that,” Lillian retorted, “except that |to pay her expenses. of house Bobbie would have liked {vou onght to apologize to the| Monica gets a good part in a ple- |for herselt—plain and simple and ture, and moves to a luxurious flat. | yet fmposing in its quiet magnifl- manage the | But she has no money to lend poor ,cence. )V]' where can w [+alk with her?” T asked, for 1 knew | S that Lilllan already must have for- | fire ed some plan. ing for a living. What's the matter with Kather- | py about it. {tne’'s room?” Lillan countered.| Bobbie X | “Katherine can give Junior his nap | been married lin your room, so there'll he nothing | divorcing him. ren she asks about to disturb you, and as there's a door | it he says it's true, and she breaks from that room to Mary's, she'll be | with him. Later she sees him with who's been burned in a studio | There were books everywhere, and nd has to go back to manicur- | flowers. Sheis very unhap-| At the end of a long hall on the second floor was a white door with followed her through a child’s p! Lot switched on a light, and it, in a small white bed, ostensibly handing the giftsd Mrs, [able to listen to the conversation | Monica, and she does not hear from just below Baker her come-uppance— sort of | | with or withont Mrs. Baker's knowl- { him even on Xmas when he gives ala little girl lay sound aslecp. She was lend an afr of verisimilitude to the jedge.” big party. A week later she meets s tiny thing, sunburned to a nu affair.” | Copyright, 1927, by Newspaper |him by accident, and he says he'll | brown, and she had long brown silk “I don’t see how I'm going to J By Thornton W. Burgess As night wili surely follow day Your troubles all will melt away. —Peter Rabbit. Peter Rabbit coudn’t remember when le had spent a worse day. To be sure, he himself made it a lot| worse than it really was. But that is | not to be wondered at. That is a | common happening with most peo- ple. You will remember that Peter was a prisoner {n the back hall of Johnny Chuck’s old house down in the far corner of the Old Orchard. He was a prisoner, for he couldn’t get out. The back door was sealed | with snow and ice. The only other | opening was into Johnny Chuck’s old bedroom, and into that were packed | Jimmy Skunk and Mrs. Jimmy and six full grown children. Somehow or | other, they had managed to squeeze themselves into that bedroom and | were all sleeping together. Even had | Peter been sure that none would | wake up, he couldn’t have squeezed his way out. No, sir, that would have | been impossible. There was nothing | for him to do but to remain right | where he was until those Skunk: should take a notion to go out again. 1t Peter had been a real philogo- pher he would have gone to sleep, | Just as he had planned to do in the | first place. It would have been the | wise thing to do, and philosophers | are wise, you know. But Peter wasn't | a philosopher. Instead of going to| sicep, he remained very wide awake. And because he was wide awake, he | worrled. My goodness, how he did | worry! “I would be just like those Skun! to stay in here tor a week,” monmv Peter. “It some do go out, probably some will remain. T can't get out un- less they all go out. T guess this time | T'm in trouble. T can't get out of it. I'm going to starve to death. No- body'll ever know what became of me. Probably Jimmy Skunk and his friends will desert this old honse when spring comes and nobody els will use it. Nobody'lever know what | became of me. Not even my bor will ever be found. I-I.I'd rather furnish Reddy Fox a good dinner, | with Monica, had le made love to Oh, dear! oh, dear! Why didn't T| Breakfast — Grape fruit juice, | yop2 Eeed '}nue Mrs. Peter and stay at .» al ‘fnn:\ ]1 “’Hh }-flt'-*. ”““i “She certainly would let him if he ome?" ream, brolled cottage ham, cream- | ¢nj.q ' Bobbie told herself miserabl Several times Peter scratched at|ed potatoes, crisp graham toast.! jng ynew it was the truth | the fce which blocked the way out | milk, coffee For Monica made no secret of the from that back hall. But each time| Luncheon—Pigs in Mmkr'a cal- | oot that a loveless 1ifa was no life he did that the sound of his own|€ry and cream che sandwiches, | ot 41 g0 far as she was concerned. toenails frightened him. You sce, he | Orange souffle, "“”h “‘“ | “T must have a little thrill now | was afraid that so many Skunks| Dinner—Beefsteak pie, rice ero-| ol it R BT confessed | sleeping together couldn’t possibly | Auettes, buttered turnips, cocoanut | (B Ll T ine the time they all be asleap at the same time. He | (T0it salad, sponge cak | roomed togather. “T can get along was afraid that one might hea | milk, coffee, bran rol vithout clothes and f shelter, &nd coma. to Bnd out ¥ § Large oysters are sprinkled but T must have a love affair every | §ri¥ o5, Whon he waent 5 lemon_juice, wrapped in thin sltees | "0 T TS T TR NN of ex- | he sat and thought of the things | °f bacon and pan broiled to make | iy e u s he conli Ho o [the “pigs in blankets” suggested in | Cilement. you know. ol A aay see ag most got some pleasure out of this. People are that you know They get a 1 of enjoyment out of being miscrable, It was just so ith Peter. He pitied himself beeat never, never again would go over t 1 en Forest, or up to the Old Pasture, or over to the Laughing Brook, or down to the Smiling ool and most because he wou never, neve again to th Old Briar-patch eyes when he thought of all t Now, wasn't that a foolish thing to do? Instead of doing that, he should have been thankful that he was right then. He should have tried to think of all the things that might Big tears filled hapen to get him out of that tr He should have remembered that Jolly, round, M:nv Mr. ight at tha very minute be melting the that filled that back doorway. He should have remembered t those Skunks had hean out t before and they might go ov next night Always it is better to think hopetul things. But everything bad has an end, | Ine. | have a New Year's eve dinner for hair that framed her small round ure Service, | her at his house. | at eight o'clock, and she leaves Stel- la alone, washing her hair-brushes with a carbolic acid solution. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXII Every window in Gus MacCloud's white plaster house was golden with lamp light as the great roadster rounded the hill and stopped before the door. “Just one hefore® go in?" Gus asked, and Bobbie knew that he wanted a kiss there in the vine- covered porch. But she took a step from him in the half-darkness huge wax doll with yellow curls and lace-trimmed cloth This is Jolly,” whispered mother. “We named her Josephine for Roy's mother, but we never call her anything but Jolly. Isn't she sweet 7" ““How old is she?” Bobhie asked softly, and Lottie whispered that she was almost seven, “We've never sent her to school,” she d when they were out in the playroom once more. an English governess mad-moiselle, but Jolly and a Frenc didn’t get e e along with either one of them. T'm che whispered, “No— | Afrald she's spoiled. She's very dis- i She might adore the | ©Pcdient” ’ : | ground that he walked on, and she | She stopped before a toy chest, might come to his house with him |2nd began to set the toys on it in | when there were other people nat the wall. ! there. But she wasn't going to let Te trying to get someone now him touch her, so long as he had | fOF her” she went on, “but it's so nd the ri hard to it person. T was {of people already gathered there. But there were only two in the wide iving room with its pale walls and | ‘! sitk-shaded lights. [98: They got up from the davenport|, “Of course.” Lottle “You see, you told me that you T fore W 2 ut into | g sy hatuse g fixs fandicaxic ja | needed money, and T thought this 2 and—Roy Schultz | e T would be a fine chance for you fo e e { pick up some. It would be only for “You Not dressed yet!" Tottle I Hills of jolly, round, red Mr. Sun. | s s his | & little while. We may put Jolly into 8 ¥ d, red Mr. Sun. | cried when Gus slipped out of his| 2 “0F Tt WE Y] There was a great whining and | joose topeoat, and then Bobbie saw grunting and funny little sounds m!mm he r:ns etill in the tan sweater | She picked up a that bedroom just below Peter. After | and knickers he wore at the atudlo, |Stroked its flat gray e: vhile it grew less and less. Then | He laughed in a guilty sort of way. | ®°f if down aga | suddenly Peter waked up to the fact | «xo. hut T will be 'arf a sect” he| ‘Id teach her. myself. but T like that he didn't hear a sound. He|said and started up the stairs, tivo | t0 be down at the studio as much crept where he couid look into the | sops at a time. as possible,” she said. “I drive Roy bedroom. It was empty. He crept to| “T¢)] Tto to give vou something down every day, and usually T have where he could look up the 1ong | to put pep Into you!” he called back (1W2Ch with him there, too. And then front hallway. What do you think | to them from the top of the fight. || 80 back late in the afternoon to he saw? He saw a star! Then you| Now, where on earth has he been | drive him home = v should have seen Peter scamper up | ail this time?” Lottle Schultz asked, | Heavens, was she as jealous as all | that long hallway and poke his head | &na put her hare arm around Bob- | that, Bobbie wondered. outside, Headed toward Farmer|uies shouiders and they went into| I8 not that I worry about him Brown's house was a queer proces- | he living room. “He left the studio a |21 U1 hergeon Intine glug du sion. Peter counted one, two, three, | good hour before we did this after- | . o(fi«; mJ“!‘;rkM 3M = :,f,.-“, t -‘-’\I‘!‘l‘l‘r four, five, slx, seven, eight, Jimmy | noon.” R e e ter Skunk and his family were going to| Roy gave a hark of laughter. | BOUENL R DEVEr TEL Fyscl worny make a call. | “Never ask where a gay young buck | y, no matter how many (Copyright, 1927, by T. W. Burgess) |1iice us spends his spara time, Lot- | 5 [tie,” he said and winked at Bobble So near to Gus, “Could I think It over?” she ask- ed slowly. “For a day or two “What do you think he saw? He saw a star! That day had an end. Tt camos with | the going to bed behind the Purple toy elephant, s, and then day. If I ever started that I'd L B “Mother Brown | wiio did not wink back. o HEiteriaing | " Her 1ovely face was thoughttul as = e——— | «he remembered that Monica had z {naa “very speclal compa: fn her | flat that afternoon at five o'clock Menus for the Family | Could the very special company have | heen Gus? Tad he spent the after- noon with Monlea, and then come straight to her? And if he had been BY SISTER MARY | dishwater without it! the luncheon menu. The bacon is A 5 s | hiald ni plage By, tiny skewers or |- EeThaps Gusiwas like than, 1oo.] tooth picks Perhaps he wasn't the kind of man | Cocoanut fruit Is | n. | whotcould be satistied with a love expensive and delieious iffair in which fhere was.ne love- | Cocoanut Fruit Salad | making—no thri 1, no touch of eager | Three-fourths cup shredded pine- | 11ps and hands g 3 apple, 3-4 cup sliced fresh strawber- ly Jerrold was different, Bob- 2 cup shredded cocoanut | bie went on thinking Andy would go (canned), 1-2 cup finely chopped | On being In love with her, no matter lery, 1 tablespoon lemon julce, 2 | how cold and indifferent she might tablespoons ofl, 4 tablespoons ora be to him. But then, Andy wasn't 1-4 teaspoon salt, " surrounded with lovely-looking 1 lettuce | women in marvelous clothes and Combine fruit, cocoanut make-up all day long the way Gus no temptations in ry with lemon juice and nd | was. There were until thoroughly chilled. Chill ofl | Andy's life—unless he happened to nd orange juice. Make a ['rench | find a pretty girl who wanted to buy Iressing, using chilled oil and orange | a used car. and soning with salt and ! Tave a cocktail?” asked Roy | paprika. Pour over chilled salad mix- | Schultz, and Bobbie lifted a little turc and serve on a bed of crisp let- | glass from the tray he held under her nose. This 1s llent way to use Then she saw that Lottie Schultz | wvberries before they hecome | had not taken one. She was gazing plentiful | into the fire, and her brown capable (Copyright, 1 NEA Service, Inc.) | looking hands were clasped around | her knees. Her evening dress was not very low at the neck, and her arms were not bare. She trailed no cloud READ HERALD (’ITASS"- IED ADS/ FOR YOUR WANTs ) {legs fl ars that MacCloud has |Bo-Peep and her sheep painted on‘haml in the 1 that his wife fs | it. Lottie pushed it open, and Bobbie | room to a darkened bedroom beyond. | He comes for her face. Beside her on the pillow was a | Jolly's, “We've tried | e T | wondering if you'd ltke to come up | wartod to do. more than anything [here four or five mornings a week ‘vl > in the world was to walk and fench her some of her first- | straight tnto his arms, take his head ‘m‘"j“; S i . Shatt | between her hands, and give him the | Bobbie did not know what to s DEtpeen Merdond She knew that Loltie Schultz m “It's just one of the things that | KnOW that she wanted to get into e o 'she said in | MOVINg pleturcs, and hat she had Shaky voice and walked ahead of | Just 1eft a school teaching job. And him into the house. PEbaponld Daggaiceriodheis. o S iciine. . oular salary for a while, And she'd Sho expected to sec a whole crowd FCEUlAr salary for a w lia oxpec 5 be 50 near to Gus's house, up here. | tense. From the doorway Bobbie saw Gus ralse his glass and toast her: “Here's to Joan! Long may wave! When she smiles on the scre All the movie fans rave—" 11 him! Kill the poet!” shouted Roy Schultz, and lunged at him. They fell over on the rug, wrestling like a couple of school boys. their hair wild, their faces red, and their ying In the air. “Telephone, please,’ ‘said Ito, the Jap, {n Bobble's ear and waved his direction of the tele- phone booth under the stairs. Bobble wondered how he had known her name—the Japs surely were wonderfully clever in thelr own W she She picked up the recciver. Can you come right home?” It was Mrs. Mangan's volce, stralned “I can't get Stella awake. She's lying on the floor—I think she's taken something—I've called nd I'm afraid to go near her.” » floor seemed to slip and slide away from under Bobble's feet, and the light in the little booth danced like a firefly. She put both hands over her eye: letting the receiver fall from her fingers, But through the purple darkness that scemed to gather all around her she could plainly sce a little brown bottle in Stella’s fingers. And through the ringing in her ears she could hear the last words Stella had called out to her not two hours before: “Tell Gus ‘Happy New Ye: me!"” Happy New Ye CHAY Trembling so t ly stand, Bobbie walked over to the R XXXI1V door of the living room and tried to | He was still toasting Joan Joyce, holding his cocktail glass high and smiling down at her. She smiled up at him, her blue eyes through painted black lashes. One of | her hands, sparkling with rings, lay on his shoulder and she half-leancd against him. Even through her Bobble felt a stab of jealous and sharp as steel. Was it n excitement, cessary for Gus to make love to every pretty { crowded room to answered. an who came near him? She made her way through the his side. But it was more than a minute or 80 be- fore he saw her, he was g0 busy tell- Ing Joan Joyce that she was the greatest movie actress in America. “Gus let me talk to you a minute, Bobble said when he finally turned to her. a minute. But instead of that, he drew !into a little sun-room off the living beauties he meets in the course of a ! thing that &0 | room—a room she hadn‘t seen be- fore—all red Chinese lacquer furni- ture, red and white linen cushions, and palms in ereat jars of Chinese porcelain, It was very bright, and all the brightness and the red color seemed to rush at Bobbie, anner. She caught at steady herself. Through the ringing in her ea she heard Gus say: “For Lord's sake, what's wrong? Are you sick? What's ppened ? “Stella—" Bobble could't say the in her mind. Al- Mangan hadn't said so, the door to though Mrs. THERE WAS A QUEER SMELL IN THE UPPER HALL at she could hardai gleaming | , cold ‘Come out into the hall for | her | like an unfurled | i herself, 1 she asked. la’s lying on the floor in her room, and she can’t get her awake." Well, let her call a doctor then! You can't do any good if—if— Stel- la’s sick,” he said, and afterward Bobbie remembered how his voice faltered on Stella’s name. “Please run me home, Gusty,” she | begged, using her own nickname for | him. “I'm sure something terrible’'s happened down there. Mrs. Mangan sounded as if she were scared to death, and tonight Stella—" “Nonsense!” Gus was scowling and impatient now as he always was when anyone tried to cross him. not going to leave this house to you down there just because St had a fit or something. You're go- ing to stay right here and so am 1. | Come on, you haven't met some of | these people.” He put his hand | under her arm and drew her back into the big crowded room with its | evergreen houghs and its red Christ- mas bells and its tinsel. | Somehow Bobble managed to smile and to murmur the names of all the ! strange well-dressed people, as Gus !led her from one group to another. Then he put her into the immense brocaded davenport beside Lottic | Schultz. He gave her a cigarette and a silver-rimmed cocktail glass and | told her to smoke the one and down the other. “I'll be back in a minut d. “T want to see that the Japs don't get away with any of th champagne out in the kitchen there and calm yourself.” He p ed her shoulders caressingly with hands, and vanished. | For a second Bobbie thought | asking Loftie Schultz to drive her down to the house. Then she saw the folly of that. It Stella had only tried to Kkill herself and failed, there was {no use in letting anybody know what she had done. ; Then another thought her, and she got up and rah upstairs to the powder-scented room where the women guests had left their Wwraps. | She found her cape under the of came to own little velvet spangled brocades | and the snow ermine wraps tha were piled on the bed. It looked home-made and shabby beside the | othiers. Carrying it under her arm, not to attract attention, she flew | down stairs and into the night. She had made up her mind just what to! | do, and how to do it. Gus's cream-colored roadster | | stood at the door jammed in between two other motors. But Bobbie final- Iy managed to get it out into the | midale of the driveway and down the hill There was a heavy fog, and the S0 as plants and the trees on either side of the driveway were dripping. Be- | | hind clouds of mist the moon was Ilike the face of a ghost-woman, and | the lamps along Sunset Boulevard {were pale blobs of radiance. 1t took Bobble almost half an! hour to reach Las Palmas street, for | | she lost her way twice. | | There was a | t in the hall of her and nobody moved for a minute | or so. { Each of them knew that the girl on the floor was dead, and yet none | of them could be sura of it. Bobbie, sick with horror, raised her eyes from the limp figure to the dressing | table. | She was sure that the little brown | bottle would be there, and vet she | gave a violent start when she saw | it. It was uncorked, and it lay on its side—quite empty. And as she looked at it, some-| thing that Stella had said when she "lay in the hospital flashed across her brain: | “I wish I'd been burned to death | in that fire, instead of just being | disfigured like this—and,I don't| care whether T get well or not. T wish I wouldn't.” She went forward and just as she going to pick up the acid bottle, | Ted Piper's slow drawl stopped her. “Better leave everything just as it is until the police get here.” he said. The | isn't | “Ill phone for them. 's right here in the hall, (TO BE CONTINUED) Bobbie finds the last letter that Stella wrote, in the next chapter of this story of Hollywood. | LAPPER FANNY SAY [ By | ©1927 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. REQ. U. 8. PAT. OFF. A flapper's diary Is just a scrap book. [TRCE-TOD|, STORIES | THE LATE FAIRY THL big mght-shadow had al- most covered the grass and the trees. Rosemary and Mother * aat on the front porch watching it come i the house and as Bobbie went up the tront steps the door opened and Mrs. Manzan came out on the porcb. | | “On, I thought you'd never come. | for Monicker at last,” she | “T didn't want to | | T phonea said in a whisper, let the neighbors know what's hap- | pened—and T couldn’t ask ngan | Ito teave his placo in the middle of the ni e | { She talked on and one and on, as | Gobbie started up ite stairs. There {was a queer smell in the upper| hal—the same smell that had been ! | there hours before Stella uncorked {the little brown bottle hefore her “dr table — the smell of car- bolic acld. The door of Stella’'s room was closed. 2 | “I shut it,”” Mrs. Mangan babbled. kept imagining I heard her| hing in there—but she wasn't, of course. T just know she's dead— T just know she's dead. Such a| | thing to happen in my house! My house! X She stared wildly arbund her at! | the beautifully papered walls of the | house that she worshiped. The house that she was slaving to furnish and | pay for. The house that was to her {what a child, a s&weetheart or a {carecr is to other women. And to think that Stella had dared to bring | | disgrace vpon 1t by taking poison there! There was surprise and fury written in Mrs. Mangan's gray face, | as well as fear and horror. She stood back as Bobbie laid her | hand on the door-knob. But just as | she did it, the doorbell pealed through the house. Both women | jumped, and then both remembered that Monica had been sent fof *“Monicker!” cried, Mrs. Mangan. “Moni echoed Bobbie, and her voice was fuli of relief. It was going to be more easter to | open the door of that closed room ! | with#Monica along. Monica had the | | courage of a lioness and the nerves | | of a brass monkey. | | | br Bobbie, herself, was still shaking at as she followed Mrs. Man- zan down the stairs and across the hall to the front door. | Monica was not alons. Behind her | stood Ted Piper. | Both of them were in evening | clothes, Monica more gorgeous than | usual in pink satin with bright pur- ple ostrich feather trimmings. Her green eyes were wide lemn, but when’ she saw Bobbic | they narrowed suspiciously. “Where have you been?" she ask: ed, taking in the spangled scarf and Hike a 1 and | per: Then, with a quick jerk of her her into the foggy darkness of the strect where Gus MacCloud's road- ster stood. “Ho, ho!” she said. “I see!” And without another word she started up the stairs, still nodding her head wisel “What do T cara if she knows T've been up at Gus's house!” Bobbie told | her: “I'm glad that she knows it. ‘U1l do her good to find out that Sae’s not the only pebble on his brach. But she was uneasy, in'spite % rself. Anyone could tell, just by looking at her, that it would he bet- ter to have Monica for a friend than for an enemy. It was Monica who led the little ion that halted for a second door of Stella’s room. of went in a was lying on the floor, face | the pink dress and the gold kid slip- | head, she turned and peered behind | swung it open and they | s | Just before t grew guite datk a Cotton-wood F{.ry came float- | | "ingby It came down and fooked | | into Rosemary’s face... then hur- | | ried toward the lvy-vine There it stopped awhile | “Are you lost, Little Fairy>™ | | asked Rosemary O are you | | gong on an errand fof your | | Mother-Fairy> The Faury hfted wself from | the Ivyleaf and flew switly away over the house Perhaps it was getting a loaf of leaf-bread for € Mother said its supper. Cuticura Toilet Trio Send for Samples l To Outicura Laboratories, Dept. B, Maldar, Mars. Unplnns-n!nndunnacas- sary. Take a Luden’s every little while. 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