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By Peggy Shane Copyright by Ps(rsy Shwne. WKU Service SYNOPSIS A girl find» herself In a taxicab tn ïfew York with a strange men who •peaka of "an awful'«bock." He leaves her for a moment, and she drive« on, for she fears him. She stops at the Biltmore, wondering who she Is. Her memory Is gone. She has a wedding ring. At the hotel a young woman vanishes with the girl's |900. An el derly woman, Mrs. Oscar Du Val, cordially greets the nameless girl, ad dressing her as "Doria," wife of Mra, Du Val'» eon, Rocky. Rocky Is abroad, and Doris is taken to the home of Mrs. Du Val and her sculptor husband. Oscar. Doris fails In love with Rocky'» photograph, but cannot remember hav ing married him. Visiting a store, a saleswoman Insists she hide from ob servation. Rocky relurna He demands to know who she Is and why his wife •ent her to his home. She cannot tell him. They agree, for the sake of his parents, to pretend they are husband and wife. Rocky takes Doris to hla New York apartment to confront his ■wife. He finds the fiat empty. Doris •ees the real wife's photograph and recognizes her as the girl who stole her $900, Doris finally tells Rocky she has lost her memory. In a newspaper they see a headline. "Killer Bride's Gun Found; Diane Merrell's Father Identifies It." Doris faints. When she recovers-, her memory has not returned. Rocky Informs her he la going to take her to Canada by motor. They« pet out. CHAPTER VII—Continued —13— As Doris stared she remembered her promise to Rocky that she would keep her face turned away from any people they met She bent her head, and turned over and over a black leather purse belonging to the real Doris. _ The oar was coming nearer. In a moment It would be past But as It approached It slackened. It came almost to a stop. Someone shouted: "Doris !" Startled she looked up. A dark-eyed girl In a green evening dress had -called. "Oh—-I beg your pardon!" said the girl. "1 thought you were someone I knew." A blond young man stuck his head forward. "K's Rocky's car." 'There's Rocky ! Well, I thought you were In Europe, you dope!" a The party. In evening clothes, got do wn. Rocky, approaching Doris with a clam In each hand, looked at them steadily. If he was surprised and chagrined, he did not show it. "Have a clam." he said. The girl in the green evening dress staggered up and seized one of the clams. Two unsteady young men sup ported each other. •'Clams! Jus' what I wan'ed." "Good old Rocky's got clams !" Rocky was climbing In the car be side Doris. He was starting up the ■engine. "Hey, wait a minute. Where you going? Say, wait a minute. Rocky." His friends were running after him. The girl In the green evening dress jumped on the running hoard. "What's your hurry, Rocky? We're all friends here, aren't we?" She looked at Doris. 'This Is Miss Smith, my father's secretary. I'm just driving her down to my father's house," The girl closed one of her Dig eyes. She exposed a dimple In her browned cheek, "Pretty name, Smith." Rocky frowned. "Go on, beat It. will ÿou. Molly? Pvt really got to go." "Rocky, the saint! Rocky—this pure Eyes looked piously young man.' heavenward. Then the dimples ap peared again. "Never mind, Rocky. I like you all the better for It." She jumped down from, the car. Rocky's face was set and grim. With out a backward glance he started up the car and got away. Doris was red and angry. The car fumed on. The red sun appeared, a •wrathful eye In the east. "Pm awfully sorry about that," mur mured Rocky. Doris fixed her eyes on the flam ing sky. Her good-humor had gone. 6he was Indignant with Rocky, resent ful of her false position. 'That girl, I suppose, Is a friend of Dorls—the real Doris. And she'll tell her you're gadding about the country •with a—with a—" With a—is good. She'll make It good, anyway." "I think you'd better let me out I ♦ i ' here." ' "What for?" "So you can go and find Doris." "What do I want to find Doris for? I want—'' "You're not acting very well about Doris." "I know It. I can't act well about women, and I'm acting awfully about you. Better worry about that" Doris was silent. She was being a fool as usual. She knew that Rocky was acting In this extraordinary fash ion for her own safety. -Whatever peril threatened her, It was necessary that she get to Canada. Why Canada? She gave tt up. If she was going to trust Rocky she would have to trust him, and stop criticizing. Meantime It was fun being with Rocky. Sooner or later this companionship between them would have to end. He would go back to Doris. Doris would have him all her life— She sat up very straight. She was being sentimental again. If Rocky was going to be so nice, she would fall In Jove with him all over. And he did bave a wife. It was a good thing those people on the road had reminded bet. ■ « Once outside of New York, the car made good speed. Rocky looked at her abruptly. "Put your glasses on again. They're good for little girls. Come on. Don't make me stop the car so that I can put them on you." Doris complied when she realized that he meant It It was a subject she was tired arguing about Rocky was managing things, apparently, with a high hand. But as she looked at him now, bla warm face gleaming with a pride in accomplishing something that she felt sure was In the Interests of her safety, it was easy to forgive him anything. Rocky had provided food enough to last them throughout the trip, without stopping at Inns. He had explained that by picnicking this way, they would save a good deal of time. "I'd like to see a paper," Doris an nounced suddenly, as if the question had not been broached before. Rocky munched a sandwich doggedly. "I'm sorry." Rocky ate hungrily. "Well?" Her voice with Its high note arrested him. She drew his blue, seriously objecting eyes to her face. His half-eaten sandwich was poised for the next bite. "You know "Well?" he repeated, the answer to that one, don't you?" 'The His tone was playfully hard, last time yon happened to read a paper you didn't behave very well, grinned faintly and took another bite, watching her. He Doyls flung out an emancl 'Won't you ever forget "Oh r pated arm. that? I could read anything today and not lose my health. Besides l have a feeling there Is something In this morning's paper I ought to see. Tell me, please," she leaned over suddenly, "what it's all about" "Put your glasses on." "Why?" "The better to see me with." She put them on, turning her head to look up and down the road. "Who are those people, do you suppose?" A small automobile had opened its doors to let out a crowd of motorists. Rocky was already looking. He had even brought out a pair of binoculars. Leveling them long and earnestly at the group In question, he answered, "As near as 1 can make out It's a m. m . ■■-!; Mb ki l ■ y 00 s; ■ 7 m ■ •••; - m.y ■M V F:;: M - ■ M > « . ' \ i » m ■•<■■' ■%? "It*« Her, Ail Right." healthy bootlegger who's taken his wife and family out for a picnic." He laughed, but didn't seem overwhelm ingly amused. "Shall we go on?" They got back Into the car, soon making up the time lost In lunching. Rocky's plan was to reach Vermont by nightfall. In the next town their car went cautiously through the business «treet As It passed a news stand, Doris pushed her glasses above her eyes for an Instant There was a headline— The car lurched forward. "Don't be a fool, Doris," uffreason able words poured from Rocky: "This Is no time to strain your eyes trying to read a paper. If you would only do what I ask !" Doris, with the glasses slipped back Into place, looked at Rocky. His lips were tense in a desperate sort of an noyance. She wondered what had up set him. His eyes moved with a light wariness across the road In front of them. He was quiet for a while. Towards nightfall,, they neared the Vermont border-line. A little before dark. Rocky stopped the car and they got out for a picnic supper. Doris asked him where they were going to spend the night. "In the car," he answered grimly. "This trip doesn't end for nobody or nothin' until we get to Canada." "You are In a hurry," she answered. "I think you could at least have asked me If I minded not going to a hotel." "I could have," he replied cheer fully, "but 1 had ray plana all made to drive right through the night." "And what you say goes!" She gave him an unflinching glance. "D—n right !" He began tn whistle. It was evident that he was begin nlng to feel pleased over the day's work. •<ÎK Not far behind them, another eras* car was speeding. Rocky «peeded around a curve, the other car gaining. Rocky'« foot came down harder on the gaa, but the other one was up along side of him. It passed him noisily, hitting the front of Rocky'« car a jarring whack. Rocky yelled after him, but the re mark was lost In the noise of engine«. There was a limp rattle In Rocky'« Something beside« the fen car now. der had been Injured. Cursing, Rocky got out "H—1." he said after a minute, TU have to take this thing to a garage." He peered out at the next sign. They were two miles from a town. He looked sharply at Doria "And when we stop to have It fixed," he «aid bleakly, "for G —d's sake, don't «peak to anybody!" CHAPTER VIII As Dorl* was beginning to feel sleepy, Rocky's advice seemed hardly as necessary as he thought She dozed, vaguely conscious at In tervals of tools dropping and the whir of the motor. Doris started and awoke. She half sat up. An old man who looked as If he might have been one of the founders of the village Into which they had strayed was watching her from under his pushed-back bat She thought he was going to say something but discovered that he was chewing. He had dark quizzical eyes that drooped faintly at the corners. He must be over eighty. He kept pinch ing his nose between his thumb and bent forefinger as If he were trying to improve the shape of It, but otherwise paid Doris his undivided attention. "If you please," she began, "What town Is this?" His eyes glinted at her with such a knowing expression that Doris almost laughed outright "Don't you know what town you're In?" he finally asked, "No, I don't" said Doris apologet ically. "We were driving through on way to Canada, whejp something happened to the car." * "Driving through to Canada, yo« say?" He advanced slightly, putting one foot on the fender and clapping a veiny hand over the knee. "Been trav eling long?" "Oh yes, ever since this morning." Gradually she was growing less ecstatic over this quickly formed friendship. The place was getting on her nerves. Rocky had taken off his coat and our rolled up his sleeves. It looked as 1\ the job were almost too much for the mechanic alone. "Come from New York I bet," sug gested the old man, "didn't you?" "Yes." Doris looked at him firmly. "What town did you say this Is?" "This Is Edgewater Junction." Rocky looked up now at the sound of their voices. His eye fell on Doris, a short questioning glance. Doris un burdened herself of a weary gesture. Would they never get out of this place? "Yes, sir! This Is Edgewater Junc tion." A new expression had come Into the old man's eyes. "And a long ways from New York." His eyes gleamed steadily. "You got folks up In Canada?" "No, or—" Doris hesitated. Perhaps Rocky had relatives there. She wasn'f sure why he had selected Canada, lie hadn't told her that. "That Is," she continued after a minute, "I haven't." Rocky's warning suddenly loomed. "For G —d's sake don't speak to any body!" She hqd been talking steadily to the old man 1 But fortunately she hadn't run Into any complications, at least not until now. She smiled at him as If the conversation were prac tically over. The smile was received like confi dential information of the utmost Im portance. The old man removed his foot from the fender and started off In the direction of the door. Doris watched him through the small mirror above the front seat, glad when he actually had gone. From now on she wouldn't open her lips, not even to say good night to the mechanic. She would watch her step. She closed her eyes. "It's her, all right." (TO BK CONTINUED.! New Motorized Stainless Steel Train Rapid progress Is being made at the Philadelphia works of the Budd Manufacturing company on the stainless steel, motorized, stream lined passenger train for the Chicago. Burlington A Quincy railroad, a «ketch of which is here presented. It 1« called "The Zephyr." The train will be a three-section articulated unit, operating os four 4-wbeel trucks Instead of the normal six trucks used In a conven tional three-car train. It Is designed along aero-dynamle lines and from the standpoint of accommodation« will weigh leas than half a steam train of like capacity. It will be capable of making 120 miles an hour. It will be powered by a Diesel electric engine. Occupying a part of the second car of the train will be the luxurious buffet shown at the right The architectural firm of Holablrd and Root build era of many skyscrapers, co-operating with Paul Cret ere ator of the Hall of Science at A Century of Progress, was engaged to design the Interior of this new train. a JÛ m 9 -, 1 M ■ r ; ■• ' 2 ' 9 ? i ■ 0 fM SI . y-y'-i 0 M > •a ■■ • f | r f/ ■ m a / ill M -Si H h Hi m l i I I :■ ( ■* f • "... / 7 ■if tfi i f! m 7 m » \ m . E t . , ■- ■ ■4 » ---• irftrfr-l . I ft m: pi ft 1 }), ff I British Steamer Burning Off Yarmouth SUS m £ - Äs was < % ' ; -- & Wy •& '■rt ? r 0\, 'm mwÊ *Y:Y$. v V; «Jm m Remarkable aerial view of the British steamer Porthcowl showing It a mass of flames from stem to stern after tt caught fire off Yarmouth recently. The ship was laden with a cargo of sparta grass. All members of the crew were taken off safety was Azusa Dam Nearing Completion - ' ■ c u w. w y* I r - \m m •V- ■ u* ■ ■ c; ri ■ m [:■: ! m 1 % . •• A ••• m Cm*'. ^ w »I RM; I -'j & ■ Vj i m I ■ ■■ : 'M ■m «■< 1 Î % M P; ■ '"■J & * * - M X < M L2l éik A general view of the huge dam at Azusa. Calif., which Is nearing com pletion and which, when finished, will provide an additional supply of stored water to the city of Pasadena, it will be one of the largest dams In the coun try, of modern design and earthquake proof. The new dam Is 329 feet high from foundation to crest. Its length at the crest Is 800 feet, and Its thickness at the foundation, 270 feet. Memorial to Gompers Is Dedicated m ■ I w ■ 00**0 ^"3 fllM V >■ •*<< , V / ¥ < l m mi mi Wm ■ 0. < <y . : u ■ * ■ I wm : ; ' n This Is a handsome memorial to Samuel Gompers In Washington which just been unveiled by the American Federation of Labor of which he was ao long the head. The memorial was designed and executed by Robert Altkea, N. A., of New York. nas FARM GIRL CHAMP k If : w 0--Æ - h i K w -0 • f p, v 355 wsS Helen Goodhart, seventeen, milked, husked, churned and raked her way to fame when she won the American farm girl championship at the Loa Angeles county fair In PomonA, Calif. Her dexterity In the hay raking, milk ing, butter churning, corn husking, tractor driving and other events of the championship contests gave her a high score of points that outstripped a large field of contenders for the title. WHITE HOUSE USHER à n m ■ Raymond Muir, who was appoint«! head usher of the White House to *uc ceed th.« late "Ike" Hoover.