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JANGLED WIVES
\ By Peggy Shane
Copyright by Paggy SF «.
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SYNOPSIS
A pretty young woman flnda herself
In a taxicab In New York with a
man who addresses her en
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H<j leaves her for a moment,
and ehe d Ives on, for she fears him.
Sha stops at the Blltmore, wondering
who she Is. Her memory le gone.
Prom the evidence of her clothing and
wedding ring she concludes she Is
married to a wealthy man. The name
less girl meets a young woman who
speaks of her desire to go to Reno for
a divorce. If she can get the money.
Tne woman vanishes with the name
less girl's |900. An elderly woman,
Mrs. Oscar Du Val, cordially greets
the nameless girl, addressing her as
''Doris," wife of Mrs. Du Val's son.
Rocky. Rocljy Is abroad, and Doris,
bewildered, Is taken to the home of
Mrs. DiuVa! and her sculptor husband,
Oscar. Doris falls In love with Rocky's
photograph, but cannot remember hav
ing married him. Discovering a trade
mark In her clothing, she visits a store,
and la astounded when a saleswoman
Insists she hide from observation. She
returns to the Du Val's, more mystl •
fled than ever. Rocky returns, to dis
cover the deception. He demands to
know who ehe Is and why his wife
sent her to his home. She cannot tell
him.
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shock."
CHAPTER IV—Continued
Doris breathed deeply. Was ail this
Anally to end In the police court?
His mocking smile came again : "She
registers terror!" he said unpleasantly.
■"Very good Lifelike. Go to the head
of the class." He sat down beside her.
■"Come on, Baby, come clean! What's
the story?"
She did not answer. She was think
ing suddenly of Mrs. Du Val
"Your mother?" she said anxiously.
"What about my mother?" But now
his face showed slight signs of sym
pathy—a sympathy not for her,
"I can't bear to have her know.
What will she think?"
"A lot you care," he said bitterly—
■"Poor mother—"
"I do care—Oh please believe me. I
feel terribly about her—"
"You should have thought of that
when you were tricking her."
"I didn't trick her."
He meditated. His gray eyes on
the pretty carpet. "You've got her
■d—d fond of you—" .
"It's awful," said Doris miserably.
He walked up and down, chewing
his lip.
"Awkward. Designing little devil !"
"Oh, I'm not."
"Shut up."
Doris was angry. "You needn't be
*o frightfully rude."
""No?—Well, It's a pleasure. Shut
up while I think what to do."
He walked up and down. Doris sat
on the edge of the bed, watching him
dismally.
didn't plan this. Truly I didn't."
"Vo," said Rocky satirically. "I sup
pose It Just happened by accident"
A hot sense of Injustice came to
Doris. She rose. ,
"No, really you don't understand. As
*oo«i as your mother saw me she took
me In her arms. She was glad to see
MS She said I was her daughter, I
thought—"
She could not go on. Tears were
chirking her voice.
ftocky said coldly. "You seem very
good at falling In someone's arms. So
Is your friend Doris."
Twisting her handkerchief reproach
fully, she said, "You seem perfectly
heartless about Doris. It's a nice way
to talk about your wife, I'm sure. And
yo« didn't even write to her while you
wf*e away."
He flushed uncomfortably, threw
himself down on the couch.
"Look here. It's no good going on
fighting like this. At least you're de
cent about Mother, and she's all I care
about really—mother and father. I
don't get your game exactly, but—"
II was Intolerable. "I have no game,"
sh* rose and went to the closet. "I
don't have to stand being treated like
a criminal" She deposited her small
suit case on the bed. *Tm packing."
He stood up with a roar. "Not by a
<1—h sight. If you think you can rope
un In like this, you'd better think
again,"
"I'm going, since I don't belong
h«R." She walked swiftly to her
dressing table, gathering up her cold
cr»»m, her hair brush.
Fis lips looked thin. They twisted
sartastlcally. "What am I supposed
to flo if you leave?"
"Ï don't know."
■"And yon don't care! Well. I'll tell
yon. Miss. I'm going to go on playing
your game. I'm going to go on playing
Doris' game." He smiled. "We're
married. See?"
"Married?"
"Don't worry. You'll be quite safe
from my brutal attacks."
She flushed. "I'm not afraid of
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you.'
"You've got no reason to be."
Suddenly Doris collapsed in a heap
of helpless laughter. Rocky looked at
her blankly. "What's so funny?"
"What Is this all about?"
He sat down smiling ruefully. "I'm
sorry. I guess I'm a little excited. My
point Is simply that I haven't the face
to go downstairs and tell my father
and mother that I am not married to
yon. They're crazy about you."
Doris' anger dripped away. "I am
sorry. It's a rotten situation."
"Then help me."
"What can I do?"
"Well listen." He walked to jhe
window and looked out "Gosh, It's
beautiful out tonight. I don't mind
admitting that my family wouldn't
have been nearly so pleased If—" he
walked restlessly to the dressing table,
stared at himself In the mirror. "G—d,
I'm a fool." He turned at last to Doris
with a smile that was slightly be
seeching. "Couldn't you possibly go
on pretending for a day or two
longer?"
Doris was amazed. "But I'm an Im
postor."
"Yes, but—"
"But they've got to find out sooner
or later."
He nodded gloomily. "I suppose so.
The real Doris—"
"What's the real Doris like?"
He looked at her skeptically. "You
still maintain that you don't know.
Well maybe you don't. But I'll say
this much that when Mother wrote
how much she liked my—my wife, 1
was never more surprise 1 In my life,"
Doris stood with averted head.
"What will your wife say when sha
finds out about me?"
Rocky looked at her sharply. "Let's
not discuss her right noW. The point
Is, I'm due to walk downstairs with
If—If they guessed
you on my arm.
the truth there would be a most un
holy bust-up."
Doris shivered, "I can't go through
with It."
Rocky said, "Well then, I think It's
the best plan to go on pretending."
"It Isn't very easy."
"Well, we might as well be friends."
Rocky smiled. His face—so like that
pictured friend of hers—lighted up.
His white even teeth were a surprise.
As he spoke he put his arm around
Doris and lifted her to her feet
Anger shook her. She jerked away.
"Is that your Idea of being friends?"
He put his hand across his mouth,
patted his Ups mockingly. Then he
pretended to cough respectfully.
"My mistake."
"I don't like—"
"I know. I know."
Doris glared at him. "You know
what?"
"What you don't like."
"What's that, then."
' "My attitude."
"I wasn't going to say that at all."
She caught a glimpse of herself In the
mirror. She flushed, her hair slightly
disheveled, but that dress—the dress
did make her look nice. It steadied
her to see herself In It.
"I was going to say that I don't like
to go down to dinner with a man who
has soot all over his nose."
"You win. It's agreed, then, that
we're not going to give each other
away."
"Not tonight anyway."
They went down Into the dining
room. The candles on the tables
beamed joyously. Mr. and Mrs. Du
Val were full of a secret elation that
showed In the burning of Oscar's dark
eyes, and In the curve of Mrs. Du Val's
happy lips.
"Ah now, this Is something," said
Oscar Du Val with satisfaction. He
slipped behind Doris' chair with an
air of gay rivalry. Rocky held out his
mother's chair gallantly. &
The women seated themselves.
"Such soup," sighed Rocky. "I
haven't tasted anything as good as this
for years."
"You haven't been home for years,"
said Oscar Du Val. "You are a bad
son."
"Now that he Is married It will be
different. Ah yes, Doris will see that
ho comes home regularly, as a good
boy should."
Doris did not dare to look up from
her soup.
Rocky changed the subject. "How's
the Memorial coming on, Dad?"
Oscar made an Impolite noise. "Do
not switch the talk like that, my boy.
What do you care about the Memorial?
You talk silly. Tonight we\ want to
hear where you and Doris plan to live.
I do not approve of New York. It Is
too noisy. The dust Is bad for the chil
dren. I am right, am I not, Adoree?"
His wife was looking at him re
proachfully. It was evident that she
considered Oscar was being far from
delicate In alluding to the unborn chil
dren. Doris was so sensitive she had
never once mentioned the child to her
mother-in-law.
"Oh oui, you are always right," said
Mrs. Du Val disgustedly. She caught
Doris' embarrassed eye, and laughed
slightly. "You should not live In New
York."
"No, no," said Rocky loudly. "Don't
want to live In New York." His raised
voice gave such an odd effect that both
his parents stared at him In astonish
ment His face was red with the
effort he was making to keep up his
end of the conversation. "In fact
we've just about settled to live in
Larchmont, haven't we, Doris?"
"Larchmomc?" echoed Doris In as
tonishment.
"We saw such a dear little house
there," said Rocky, "perched on the
edge of the Sound. There were roses
growing round the door—"
"I should think the salt water would
ruin them," said Oscar sardonically.
Doris laughed hysterically. The fish
was brought In and handed round.
"Ah," said Rocky, "I don't know when
I've eaten such fish."
"The last time you were home, per
haps?" suggested Oscar.
"Ah Doris, protect him," said Mrs.
Du Val. "His father will spoil the
beautiful homecoming with all this sar
casm about how long It has been since
we have seen Rocky."
"He deserves It," said Doris sin
cerely.
"Of course he deserves It He runs
away and marries a beautiful wife
and does not even let his father
know," said Oscar morosely. "Then
he telephones and says, 'Oh, by the
way. I have a wife. Take care of her
while I go to Europe. She la a wild
one—that wife, so do not let her get
away—she might go down to the Til
lage and get drunk If you dont watch
her very carefully.' Bah I Such talk.
I tell you there la something wrong
with that boy Rocky to say such things
about a beauUful young girl like
Doris,"
Mrs. Du Val's voice mourned:
"Doris Is a beautiful young girl."
She looked a aly and secret tender
ness at Doris. "So you have found a
house—a nice little house In Larch
mont You did not tell me, Doris."
"No. ! did not tell you."
Rocky spoke. "It's on the Sound.
It has gardens at the back."
"It sounds expensive," said Oscar
Du Val. "Your business Is looking up.
n'est-ce pas?" His eyes gleamed
maliciously.
"It Is too expensive for us, of
course," said Rocky. "It's just one of
our dreams. Isn't it, Doris?"
"Il'm" said Doris.
"It Is such a pity," said Mrs. Du
Val.
"What Is such a pity?"
"That Doris should set her heart
on this nice little house, and she
shouldn't have it."
Doris' eyes were large with embar
rassment. "No, that isn't It at all."
Mrs, Du Val's colorful voice sounded
a diapason of sad tones; "Of course,
Oscar. Now she Is afraid that you are
going to give her that nice little house.
The little house they have picked out
together. Isn't It true?"
"Hand in hand," said Rocky.
"Please don't say that"
"Doris," said Rocky, "was especially
crazy about the cuplda on the bath
room celling, weren't you, Doris?"
"Of course I wasn't."
"Oh—he tries to tease. But all th*
same he wants that little house. Os
car. you must give them that house for
a wedding present"
Rocky knocked over a glass of wa
ter. "Just to put us all at our ease,
Mother," he explained.
"What Is that?"
"Nothing. It's a stupid Joke. But
to change the subject" he went on,
mopping up the water with his nap
kin, "I can't tell you how good those
warm socks you knit me felt, crossing
the ocean."
Mrs, Du Val's face opened In s wide
smile. "You wore them."
"Naturally. What do you take me
for?"
Having diverted the conversation
Rocky tried to keep it away from him
self and his supposed wife. He talked
about hla trip, and business conditions
In France. He told anecdotes and
stories feverishly,
Doris' cheeks were hot. Her eyes
felt strained and anxious. Where
could all this folly end? Why had she
promised to go eo? Her hand shook
as she reached for the salt. Surely
the Du Vais must see through this.
Could they be blind?
"Oh—oh Doris. You have spilled
salt That is bad luck," wailed Mrs.
Du Val, "Throw some over your left
shoulder. That will ward off the bad
luck."
Doris shrugged.
Oscar Du Val said, "Her had luck
is over, since her husband has re
turned. Isn't that so, Doris?"
Doris was hating Rocky so violently
at that moment that she found It dlfft
cult to answer. Why couldn't he have
introduced his wife to his family him
self Instead of letting them meet In
the Blltmore in that silly way? And
now he was thinking that she was try
ing to force her way In where she
didn't belong. She had a strong Im
pulse to tell the whole thing, blurt It
out right now.
But If she did, what would the Du
Vais think of her? Perhaps they
wouldn't even believe that she had
lost her memory. They were nice to
her now, but if they found out— She
closed her lips. She would have to
have time to think about what to do.
They rose from the table at last,
and Mrs. Du Val slipped her hand un
der Doris' arm.
"You must go upstairs right away,
Doris. This is your first night down
and you must not overdo It."
Doris felt thankful of the oppor
tunity to slip away. She kissed Mrs,
Du Val, thinking, "this is the last time
perhaps that I shall ever do this. To
morrow you will find out the truth,
and hate me."
"Good-night, my child," said Mrs.
Du Val fondly. "Shall I come up with
you?"
"Oh no. You must stay with Rocky."
"Ah. I know you want Rocky. We
won't keep him long."
Though half way up the stairs Doris
'What did you
turned in horror.
say?'
Mrs. Du Val smiled. "Rocky will
soon come to bed."
"But not—but not in my room?"
A shadow crossed Mrs. Du Val's
face. "Ah? You have still the small
quarrel—you and Rocky? These
things blow over. I will send the dear
boy up to you very soon."
"But I can't—"
Mrs. Du Val raised a protesting fln
You are being a very naughty
ger.
little girl And tomorrow you will be
sick again. Come, I will take you up
stairs to bed."
Doris was pale and determined. If
Mrs, Du Val came upstairs there would
be more kindly nursing than she could
stand. She would have to settle this
with Rocky himself. If he thought
he was going to sleep In her room he
was mistaken.
"All right Til go to bed."
She fled up the stairs.
The door was shut She put her
hands against her hot face. What a
tattoo her heart was making. And her
hands werq trembling. She would not
undress an6 get in bed. She would sit
and wait for Rocky to come upstaln,
(TO BE CONTINUaUl
Velvet to Surpass Its Own Record
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
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outstands on the fashion circuit for
fall Because of the decided empha-'
sis placed upon this ever-beloved ma
terial In the advance style program
those planning new clothes will do
well to get Into a velvet frame of
mind from the very start
It is not at all necessary to wait
until later to wear velvet The psy
chological moment is right now. You
will think so yourself when you see
the cunning beret, glove and capelet
sets made all of velvet which are al
ready on display In the better shops.
You will not want to lose a minute in
acquiring one of these Intriguing en
sembles for they are perfectly stun
ning worn with the now-so-voguish
midseason frocks and suits of dark
linen or sheer woolen. Buy them In
the color you like best, black coming
first in favor, with rich autumn tones
In close rivalry.
If the plans of our style creators
carry through, and of course they will,
velvet treated In a tailored way for
wear during the daytime hours will
surpass any previous record in mat
ter of rich color and ultra chic. Just
to give you a hint of things to be In
a tailored way, we picture to the left
of our group Illustration, a really
handsome specimen of a fall street
coat which Is finished to a nicety with
quilted cording on the sleeves In
groups and about the neckline where
darts radiate In somewhat of a yoke
effect This Is a Maggie Rouff model
and this eminent couturier sees to It
that the dress of handwoven silk is
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STRIPED WOOLEN
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The new autumn woolens are most
Intriguing. Striped versions are par
ticularly stressed In the early show
ings, also diagonal tweeds In wooven
and knit versions. For the model pic
tured, the designer plays up the etrlpe*
of a mustard and dark brown tweedy
woolen to perfection. The high neck
line Is her* considered and the capelet
yoke gives the sprightly shoulder ef
fect which has been Interpreted In so
many novel ways throughout recent
styling. The unique plastron effect 1s
of brown velvet The little draped
toque It of> self-material, following up
a mod* which has been In evidence
and la so well thought of, it continues
oa Into fall
as "classy" as the coat which tops It
You will notice that the collar and
cape sleeves of the afternoon model
centered In the picture, are also
quilted In a ribbed effect This form
of decorative treatment la going over
big In newly arriving fashions. For
this extraordinarily beautiful- daytime
wrap, which bears a Lanvin label, the
designer employs lyons velvet of super
quality. The little feather toque Is
the crowning glory of this costume.
Being of red transparent velvet th«
coat posed to the right tunes Its color
to the motif of the dress. Make a
mental note of the wide rhinestone
bracelet which this lady of fashion Is
wearing; also the Imposing bar pin
which enhances this effective ensem
ble. for they go to show the Increasing
Importance attached to costume
jewelry.
The swagger casual daytime coat
of brown and beige plaid velvet of
which only an above-thq-walstllne
view Is here given has Its shoulders
modlshly squared. It fastens with a
big bow tie of self-velvet The hat
shown Is one of the vogulsh stitched
velvets.
The alluring thing about the new
velvets Is their versatility. You can
get most any sort of velvet your
fancy may picture. Even uncrushable
and waterproof velvets are now on the
market. An outstanding novelty Is a
ribbed velvet with a luster-lack finish.
You can Imagine how stunning eve
ning jackets and blouses and acces
sories such as bags, belts and collar
and-cuff sets look made of this velvet
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GLOVES TO MATCH
COSTUME FOR FALL
Your gloves will match your cos
tume this fall In fabric as well as
color.
If you are stepping out In a new
black satin afternoon gown, you'll
want black satin gloves to go with ft
And you'll be able to find them, tn
a satin jersey fabric that fits like the
good old chamolsette, and has a sur
face as sleek and shiny as your gown.
Or, If you have a brown wool knitted
suit you may wear brown knit gloves,
In a smooth ribbed knit fabric, not
bulky, but smooth fitting and neat
And so on. -
The good old silk jersey glove Is
back again with a bang, and you'll
find It In all the newest shades of fall
—gray, eel-brown, navy, and black.
Then chamolsette, the grand old
standby, l* presented In new colors
and perforated styles, for wear with
fall clothes.
Shirtmaker Frocks Are
Startlingly Picturesque
Now that the hinterland* also
have made the poignant discovery
that a wardrobe not filled with shirt
maker frocks is a menace, the New
York makers are running riot with
Ideas on the subject
During the Palm Beach season, one
bought a tony little tub silk in shirt
maker style and called it a day, but
now folks are riding high, wide and
fancy in this Ideal type made of crazy
Tattersall checks, gaudy jockey stripes
and tie silks that would startle an
Indian.
The "shirtmaker" Is the greatest
chapter in the book.
Tops of Shoes for Fall
Are Remindful of Spats
There are rumors that manufactur
ers with loving care are designing kid
shoes for fall that will remind ladles
of spate. It might be even reasonable
to think that some day spats will come
back. Day clothes are long enough
now that one needn't fear the "comic
strip" between aklrt hem and top of
spat, but be that as was, today oxfords
and pumps are being stitched up In
kid combinations whereby the light up
per fits over the rest of the shoe like
a spat.
PUN UNDER WRY
By J. C. TayWr, Streeter Mentent KrtaSaa
Servie* end la charge *( the edncatieul werk
connected with the eSmlnUtretiea ef the
Agricnttaral Adjaetmeat Act.
Director of Agricultural Adjustaieat
Act for Montana Explain*
Many Phases of Law.
Tht Agricultural Adjustment Act
became a reality because wheat far
mers, forced to accept as littbo as 25
cents per bushel, demanded a price
which would enable them to get a
reasonable profit
above expenses.
Those adminis
tering the Act are
doing this very
thing with a de
finite pledge to at
tempt to raise
wheat prices to a
point where a bush
el of wheat will
buy just as much
of what the farm
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the period 1910-1914. In addition
these administrators are providing
actual cash assistance to aid farmers
until the big plan has sccoraplished
this purpose.
The wheat situation the world over,
is such that successful solution must
include a program in which produc
tion is brought down to near the ef
fective demand. That this is realized
is shown by the wheat conference in
which the principal wheat producing
and importing nations are discussing
this very thing.
The present deplorable situation
has arrived chiefly because of the
World War. Fanners of the United
States, likewise Canada, Argentina
and Australia, during the World War
were asked to produce more and more
wheat as food for the European coun
tries needing it because of the War.
England, Germany, France and Italy,
the principal importing nations, were
too busy with the Warjto grow wheat.
The call for more wheat was answer
ed fully. After the war, those Euro
pean countries could go back to wheat
production and did.
States, Canada, Argentina and Aus
tralia, however, continued to produce
war-time wheat supplies.
Because Europe went back to pro
ducing wheat after the war, it pro
ceeded also to use this wheat at home.
Consequently it bought less from the
United States and the other export
ing countries. Europe at that time
J also owed the United States many
millions of dollars instead of ns ow
Ing them. It wanted to pay us back
in goods as we had paid Europe. The
United States then erected tariff
walla which prevented Europe paying:
Its debt In goods. Europe in turn er
ected similar walls to keep out United
States goods. Europe erected a tar
iff wall against wheat and it was so
high United Statea wheat couldn't Ret
over.
While these various changes were
happening United States and other
wheat farmers continued to produce
wheat. It couldn't »11 be consumed
at home and it couldn't be sold abroad.
The result was an annual pileup of
hug« supplies. Now the United State«
has roughly 860 million bushels of
wheat on hand aa a carryover. It 1»
obvious that if the United State«
wheat farmers continue to produce
wheat which cannot be marketed, the
situation will get worse. It may mean
80-cent wheat again. Therefore the
Agricultural Adjustment Act, with
the domestic allotment plan was evolv
ed. Now farmers have the opportun
ity to either correct the deplorable
situation that exists or make it worse.
The plan in brief is this. The gov
ernment is asking farmers to reduce
their wheat acreage not more than
20 per cent for the wheat crop which
will be harvested In 1934 and 1935.
Wheat farmers will soon be asked to
sign a contract to make this reduc
tion. In return for this the govern
ment will pay each farmer who signs,
roughly 28 cents per bushel on about
64 per cent of hia production during
ths period 1928-82. Twenty cents of
this amount will be paid this year,
shortly after the contracts are signed,
the remainder will be paid next spring
after there is evidence that the acre
age Is reduced.
It will make no difference whether
the crop which is grown from this
reduced acreage is a failure or a bum
per crop. The money will be paid
just the same.
In Montana counties wheat farm
er* are now busily engaged in get
ting their yield and acreage figures
for the period 1928-32. Soon they
will sign an application for contract
end later the contract in which they
formally agree to reduce their acreage
as requested.
Every county agent and every em
ergency agent is prepared to answer
any and »11 questions pertaining te
the adjustment plan. Right now these
•gents »re making np the organisa
tion of farmers which will decide for
their respective counties the allot
ment of each Individual grower and
also the acreage for the following
years.
The United
The Montana Hairdressers' associa
tion forwarded to the NBA for ap
proval a code of competitive practises
providing for a 48-hour week and esa
formlng in other particulars with the
national blankst affrssmsnt.
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