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By Peggy Shane
Copyright by Ps(rsy Shwne.
WKU Service
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.
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
"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!"
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
"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

"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
"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

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
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?"
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.
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."
"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
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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
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
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!"
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
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
"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."
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.

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British Steamer Burning Off Yarmouth
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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
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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

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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.
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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.

Raymond Muir, who was appoint«!
head usher of the White House to *uc
ceed th.« late "Ike" Hoover.

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