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TANGLED
I WIVES
By
PEGGY SHANE
Copyright by Peggy Shane,
WOT Service
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SYNOPSIS
A pretty young woman finds hnr
York with a
her en
"an awful
■elf In a taxicab in Nr
strange man who addresses
éearingly and speaks of
■hock.'
and she drives on
Her memory Is gone. She stops at the
BJUmore.
Ing and wedding ring she concludes
■he Is married to a wealthy man.
meets a young woman who speaks of
her desire to go to Reno for a divorce,
If she can get the money. The wom
an vanishes with the nameless girl's
$900. An elderly woman, Mrs. Oscar Du
Val, cordially greets the nameless girl,
addressing her as
Mr*. Du Val's son, Rocky,
abroad, and Doris, bewildered. Is tak
en to the home of Mrs. Du Val and
her sculptor husband. Oscar,
falls In love with Rocky's photograph,
but cannot remember having married
him. Discovering a trademark In her
clothing, she visits a store, and Is
astounded when a saleswoman Insists
■ he hide from observation. She goes
back to the Du Val's, more mystified
He leaves her for a moment
for she tears him.
From her expensive cloth
She
"Doris," wife of
Rocky Is
Doris
than ever.
CHAPTER III—Continued
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And why? Why, In heaven's name
why? She asked herself excitedly. A
man she had never seen. A man she
might not even like.
There were several reasons. First,
If she were married to Rocky she
couldn't, be married to the man In the
cab. Second, she liked Rocky's people.
And third? Well third, she must have
allowed herself to grow quite senti
mental and silly over Rocky's picture.
She was half way In love with him.
And there was no use denying that.
So she whipped her tired hrnln, ac
cused herself guiltily hour after hour.
How many days passed In Oils way
she did not know, but one morning
when she was beginning to feel better
physically If not mentally, she became
conscious of great excitement seething
beyond her room. There was hustling
and banging of doors In the hallway.
Mrs. Du Val came hurrying In. Her
small eyes were dancing with Joy be
hind her round glasses.
"You must not excite yourself,
Doris," she exclaimed. "You are feel
ing almost well, are you not, dear
Doris?"
"Oh yes. I feel well enough to
get up."
"No, no. Not yet. Do not get ex
cited, Doris," she repeated.
Mrs. Du Val sat herself down In a
chair and watched Doris eat her break
fast, Evidently she was bursting with
news which she was longing to tell
Doris.
"I have for you a surprise," said
Mrs, Du Val.
"That ought to make me feel quite
well," said Doris, trying to be amiable,
and to look cheerfully expectant
She knew that this wasn't true. She
could hardly bear to think of some
thing new happening. Things were com
plicated enough. Yet she felt that she
must know. What If—
But Mrs. Du Val was shaking her
head. She had made up her mind
«bout something. She came close to
Doris, bent over her affectionately,
kissed her warm brow.
"Some day soon, you must prepare
to see my boy Rocky," she said ten
derly, "that was all I meant to tell
you. I have heard from him."
1 All the color seemed to have been
lifted out of Doris' face. Something
sickening stirred within her. Her
voice was buried beneath a pile of
despairing thoughts. Speechlessly, she
looked at Mrs. Du Val
1
"Ah, It shocks you, But he loves
you." Mrs. Du Val's firm cheek was
against her hair. "Do not worry so—
he is your husband. He loves you."
Some time after Mrs. Du Vat had
gone, Doris lay there without stirring.
She had closed her eyes. And Mrs.
Du Val, full of kind discernment, had
left her. In all this maze of worry,
nothing quite as stupendous ns this
had happened.
The man she was supposed to be
married to—a man she had never seen
—was on his way to her now.
She sat up suddenly. Mrs. Du Val
had not told her everything.' That
change which had come over Mrs. Du
Val's face when she first spoke of the
It meant something. It
surprise.
meant that she feared Doris was not
well enough to hear It—the whole
truth. She slipped her feet Into her
mules and got to the door, her heart
beating with suppressed vehemence.
"Estelle," she called softly down the
hall, to the maid.
Estelle appeared, a prim consterna
tlon In her eyes. "You are not up,
Madam?" she said reproachfully.
"Yes," Doris' words came In Jerks,
"I was afraid, tell me when, hew soon
does Mr. Rocky get here?"
"Not until this evening. But you are
tired." She took Doris' by the arm.
"This evening? Do you mean he'll
be out here—In this house—this eve
ling?"
"Yes, Ma 'lam. Yon did not under
stand?" Estelle looked sympathetic but
not alarmed.
"No." Doris, breathless for a min
ute, sat down at the foot of the bed.
"I didn't understand. When did he—"
she fastened gradually awakening eyes
on the maid, "—will you bring me—no,
never mind, thank you. That will be
all. But Estelle," she called after her
a moment later, "If you please, don't
mention this, I mean my being so
shocked, to Mrs. Du Val, will you? It
would worry her."
The day passed slowly. She was
living In an inner stillness that was
beyond fear. If Rocky turned out not
to be her hjasband—but that Just
couldn't he. • Somehow when he came
the kinks would have to be straight
ened out If he knew about her loss
of memory—if he were to turn out
kind and helpful—
Fate had taken her to the Rlltraore.
Surely It could not prove unkind now
that Rocky was actually on his way
here.
Mrs. Du Val came In for the last
time.
"Ah, Doris, I have news that should
make you feel strong and happy.
Rocky's boat got In this morning. He
Is driving out here now. He ought to
be here very soon."
Doris squeezed her bands together
nervously. "I—I think I will wait up
here until he comes."
"Yes, dear, that will be best. You
must rest quietly. Resides, I know
young people like best to be alone
when they meet after a long separa
tion."
As Doris was still silent she came
up her and whispered:
"Do not fear. I know that you and
Rocky have not been—ah—shall we
say—no, we will say nothing. It Is
only a lover's quarrel between you,
dear. You must not take it so hard.
After this separation you will he happy
together once more—happy as can he."
"I—I hope so," said Doris nervously.
She sighed with relief as the little
French woman closed the door,
She heard the sound of a car In the
driveway at last. From the window
she saw a tall young man leaping out.
Oscar Du Val was there. She heard
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Rocky! His Young Face Was Changing—From Expectancy to a Dumb Stare.
the happy voice of Rocky's mother.
g,he waited in stiff agony for what
seemed ages.
Would he never come upstairs to see
his wife? At last came the sound of
his footsteps mounting.
Now was the moment She tried to
realize-what It might mean. Her mind
could not grasp It. He was on the
threshold—she wanted to run away.
The handle was rattling. The door
was opening.
Then he was inside her room. Yes,
he was Rocky, the man In the picture,
the man who had been secretly dwell
ing In her heart for so many weeks.
Rocky ! His young face was chang
ing. From expectancy It had changed
to a dumb stare.
A sudden darkness curtained her
last hope. Blindly she waited.
He shouted his greeting,
h— 1 are you?"
Who the
CHAPTER IV
This was nightmare. Hope depnrt
She was not Rocky's wife. His
contemptuous eyes told her that even
more than his words. She sat looking at
him hopelessly, her romantic thoughts
about him mocking her Ironically. Ills
return had not brought pence and
She faltered mechanically,
ed.
memory.
"I'm—I'm Doris"
. "Doris!"
He was bigger, nicer than his pic
Even with rage written on his
But the scorn In
lure.
face she liked him.
his voice made her feel cheap, a wispy
bride In a tawdry blue dress waiting
for a happiness that would never come.
•Tin Doris." she repeated.' At least
It had not come to her yet^at she
wasn't.
"The h— l you are!"
There was no mistaking his sane
fury. He threw his bags In the middle
of the room.
Into his thin hips so that his arms
were set like angular weapons between
He Jabbed his hands
her and escape.
"I—" she began weakly.
"Well?" 1
It seemed to her that he was being
The thought
unreasonably mean,
brought strength and she rose. "WelU"
she said.
"Where's my wife?'*
"How do I know?"
It was silly. Rut she did not know
what to say. His anger was mounting.
He was growing red. She surveyed
him, looking at the tall well-knit fig
ure, the face which looked so like the
youthful Image she had half allowed
herself to love In her loneliness. Yes,
he looked like the hero of her visions,
but his actions were very different. If
he were only halfway decent! A new
emotion came. It was anger,
right had he to stand there accusing
her? She had done nothing to de
serve this. His tone was sneering, un
controlled. And what his tongue held
back his eyes were saying, calling her
dreadful names, suspecting her of
things he didn't dare speak of.
"You can't—you can't talk to me
like that." Her voice wavered. Her
eyes were starry with frustration that
was near to tears.
What
'I come back
"I can't?" he Jeered,
to my home, expecting to find my wife
here ns she said sbe would be. and I
find instead someone else masquerad
ing In front of my Innocent parents.
Who the h— 1 do you think you are to
play a trick like that on my mother!"
She looked at him steadily. She was
stone cold, paralyzed with embarrass
ment ; unable to think, unable to speak.
"Nervy, aren't you?" His mouth
twitched slightly as he looked down at
her. For a minute something kinder—
aloof admiration maybe—swept over
his features. But It passed grimly,
"Well, In your business, you gotta be,
I guess. That's all right. But some
times the nerviest thing you can do Is
to tell the truth, I'm warning you.
What happened? Why did she send
you here?"
Her fingers passed diffidently over
the soft brown waves of her hair. It
was an unconsciously helpless gesture.
She sat down in a chair, facing him
dumbly. "I don't know what you
mean," she said. "No one sent me
here. Your mother brought me here."
Her perplexity seemed to have a
hypnotic effect. For a minute Rocky
looked dumbly back at her. But the
fires of righteous Indignation put him
back on his guard. "Yes, Mother did
bring you here,"—his voice was kinder
as he spoke of his mother—"you're
right about that. She wrote me about
meeting you and bringing you home
with her. But that's not wfiat worries
me." Ills face came closer again, half
menacingly. "I want to know how yon
happen to be In Doris' place!"
In Doris' place! So there was a
Doris, She was not Doris then? She
looked up at the young man with tor
tured eyes. She moistened her lips.
He looked slightly shaken by her
evident agony. Then he quickly hard
ened. "Come on. No baby doll on the
witness stand business. I want to
know—"
"Who I am?" Doris finished It ques
tlonlngly.
He waved a hand. "Never mind
that. I know d—n well who you are.
I want—"
"Who am I?" said Doris joyfully.
He clucked angrily. "You know
d—n well what I meant. I meant yon
were a friend of Doris'. Doris didn't
want to come to the country, so she
pawned you off on my parents." A
hurt movement clenched his Jaw sharp
ly. "She'll find out—" He turned his
face away, so that she saw the line of
determination written on his profile.
A pang struck through her. lie loved
this other girl. This Doris. He looked
back with new contempt In his
"You women are all alike, You'll do
anything for money. Let me tell you
one Thing. Doris promised you some
dough for this, no doubt. Well, you
wont get a cent. Not a cent."
Doris rose. She waved her hands In
the air In exasperation. "I don't know
your Doris, 1 tell you. I don't know
her!"
"Then how did you get here?"
eyes.
Doris collapsed. She sat down on
the edge of the bed. Again suspicion
seemed about to conquer him. "You
know I think I'll hand you over to the
police !"
(TO W» CONTINUE»)
Chic Hairdress a Necessary Luxury
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
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S YOUNG-LOOKING, as smart
looking, as good-looking ns your
"permanent" la a beauty secret which
Is no longer a beauty secret, for we
are all discovering for ourselves how
greatly are our charms enhanced via
a perfect hairdress.
You are expected to put yourself in
the hands of beauty specialists these
days who study your features with
a view to giving you a hairdress which
will make you good-looking even It
you are homely. They can do It, too!
Perhaps you have heard about the
new machineless permanent wave. It
IS proving nothing less than a sen
sation In the realm of beauty culture.
It Is so simply and comfortably done
as to be almost unbelievable. A clean
odorless vapor takes the place of elec
tric current. The entire procedure Is
that simple one can actually walk
around or play the piano while get
ting one's permanent wave.
As to this matter of playing op to
Individual type In dressing the hair
we feel that the Illustrations here
with are particularly well-chosen to
demonstrate that point What a dif
ference! These lovely, flattering, de
llghtsomely comfortable coiffures as
compared to the burdensome hairpin
laden long tresses of yore. Nowadays
instead of scraggly necklines and un
sightly "scolding locks," law and or
der and beauty prevail. Then. too. If
your particular type of beauty culls,
perhaps, for a tittle soft curl here and
there to lessen the suggestion of over
high cheekbones or, mayhap, a clever
exposure of a well-shaped earlobe
might "turn the trick"—whatever the
accent required the trained hair
dresser Is alert to the fact which Is
happily assuring as to this matter of
playing up one's own Individuality.
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If you are very, very young
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This lovely simple ensemble, which
might well be called a Paris classic,
comes from the atelier of Lanvin. Us
simplicity I« Its charm. There Is a
note of embellishment In the soft bow
of wide metal ribbon which ties on
one shoulder. A handsome dark vel
vet cape contrasts the exquisite pastel
tone of the frock. Velvet capes of
this new length are In high favor with
the smart Parisienne Discriminating
take particular delight In
women
choosing them with a view to provid
ing a perfect color accent to their cos
tum«.
without a furrow on your brow the
brushed-back-from-the-forehead hair
dress and "bob" shown In two views
at the top of this group Is for you.
Note the fetching softly curled lock
over the temple.
Just to convince you that older
women are In on all the beauty se
crets and that they are not forgotten
In the scheme of things, we have. In
cluded In this galaxy of attractive
femininity a charming white-haired
lady. Hera Is a most gracious and
Inspiring example of the artistry with
which one's hairdress may be suited
to type. Can't you Just fancy to your
self what a lot of compliments she
will be receiving as to her lovely
wave, when she presides at the next
meeting of the woman's ' club?
We would especially call your at
tention to the lovely feather-blown
which is pictured to the right
wave
center. Do not get feather-blown con
fused with windblown, for they are
different. The type shown glories In
soft wisps of hair which flutter ca
ressingly yet orderly abopt the fea
tures In a manner flattering to most
women.
The call of the hour Is for masses
of ringlets at the nape of the neck.
This reigning vogue Is aptly Illus
trated (two views) In the model be
low.
And now Just a word or two mo re
of this beauty discourse—some one
has said of the French woman that
when she leaves her boudoir she is
"finished." So sure Is she of herself
and her appearance that she finds no
need to resort to a lipstick or powder
puff In public. We thought that pos
sibly there might be somewhat of a
moral to be gleaned from this mea
for some few of us.
sage
©, 1933. WMtern Newspaper Onion.
NEWEST NECKLINE
DIAMOND SHAPED
If you don't want to appear dead
on the vine—the fashion vine, that Is—
you'd better start making your neck
line go diamond shaped. We all can
diamonds of this kind even if
can't claim any set in platinum,
and the trick Is very simple, after you
know how. Schiaparelli's most potent
example of this mode Is done with
curled clre feathers set In a row,
pointing down Ibe back, points over
the shoulders and pointed in the front
where it meets.
Another way of convincing the pub
lic that you are "on the team"—fash
ionably speaking—Is not to forget to
attach "Angel Wings" to your best coat I
Jacket. Sometimes the wings are
set In from the back of the shoulder
and fly forward rather than the re
verse.
wear
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or
Down in Front and High
in Back, Fall Hat Mode
Down In front nnd up In back Is
the rule for fall hats. The high
of this summer have com
crowns
promised with the general masculine
protest, and have come half way down
to normal—that Is, they have come
down In front
High-backed turbans appear to be
the order of the day. some of them
built up In points and angles, others
achieving the high-back effect by
means of quills and drapes.
The beret In satin or velvet con
tinues to be the big news of the early
fall showings, however, pulled down
over the eyes, with slightly more
height In back.
Machina Stitching
Never "help" an article through the
sewing machine. Let the feeder do Its
own work. If pulled through, the
stitches will be Irregular and It usually
means broken or bent needle«.
Life's Plan Not
Based on Speed
J
A lesson for those who may be dis
couraged by the seeming slowness
made In the advancement of the
world Is contained In the following
pertinent observations by s noted
American woman writer:
"Nine thousand miles a minute 1
"That's the speed th^earth Is mak
ing. Nine thousand miles a minute,
scientists tell us now, around the cen
ter of Its star system.
"Were you overcome when they told
you about the air races, where they
tried to push past the mark of 800
miles an hour? Compared to 9,000
miles a minute that doesn't look so
big.
"There are two ways of looking at
that. One woman I know would say,
'What's the use? Why put ourselves
out—whatever we can achieve Is noth
ing—we may as well take It easy.
Silly, those humans, scurrying around
like hysterical ants to beat each other
to something, tearing themselves to
pieces, breaking their hearts to
achieve something here. Improve
something there. If you want to
know what It all amounts to. Just
think of those racers breaking their
necks to top the record by another
mile, when the earth saunters around
with no trouble at all at 9,900 mlles^
to the minute!'
"Then there Is the woman 1 know
who would smile wisely and say, 'If
all men and women had felt that way
about It we should still be wearing
skins and hunting our fond with
stones and clubs. The difference
between life ns If Is today and the
most primitive existence lies In the
countless and almost Imperceptible
Improvements attained at great cost,
one after another, by brave and
dauntless men and women who had
their eyes on a goal and did not stop
until they got there. It Is not the
Isolated gain here or there, hut the
measure of the whole picture which
gives ns true perspective In the
matter.'
"For my part, 1 am inclined to
with the woman who says
agree
•What's the use!'—as far as those
are concerned whose life is one un
restrained rush, who are in such a
hurry to get somewhere that they
miss everything that !a worth while
along the way. who are so Intent on
success that life passes them by.
However. It Is not what they are
after that Is foolish, but the way
they are going after It.
"For. as our second friend says, no
achievement no Improvement, no for
ward step la to be despised. That one
mile of Improvement over the last
best record may he more Important
In the scheme of things than the nine
thousand a minute which the earth
tosses off with no trouble at all. For
It signifies progress, a step forward.
And when the efforts of man have
had as much time as this old world of
has had for experiment, who
ours
knows how contemptuously we mav
look upon that record of our universe
which now points so proudly to nine
thousand trips a minute?"
®, 1933. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
Another Blow at Old
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Myth of "Weaker Sex
Women in England live longer than
men.
Sir William Arbuthnot Lane, the
famous physician, says this la due to
the fact that women, far from being
the weaker sex, are stronger than
men.
Official figures show that in Lon
don alone, out of eighteen centenari
ans, all but one are women.
In England as a whole, there are
twice as many women over the age
of elghty-slx as men, yet, according
to latest statistics, 1,045 boys to ev
ery 1,000 girls are born each year.
"The reason for women's longevity
Is not far to seek," says Sir William
Arbuthnot Lane,
"Women are quite definitely the
stronger of the two sexes. The term
'weaker sex' Is utterly unscientific
and needs qualifying a very great
deal.
"It Is true that women have not
the muscular strength of men. In
fact, strenuous exercise as Indulged*
In by men Is definitely harmful to
women.
"Women's fashions, also tend to
keep them healthy. Both air and
sunshine can get to their skins."
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