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MAY 18. 1933.
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MONTH* o OAR* !i cngi ged
1" DAN CARDIGAN !.■ • parpi.f
him to marry SANDRA LAWRENCE
CHARI ES El STACK 'Tar.t-" :n !
Afimirpi Monatf as *;: h hrr *, o<:nger
‘t*-r. KAY HIM., hrr older brother,
R!ans to n.arrs ANOIF CULLEN thvr
divorce Is pendinc much to MRS.
O'DARE R difi'.a
Sandra. *ho protend* in ha Monnie s
trend is trying :o w.r. Dan away from
her Dan s mother and sister pian a
trip ‘n v, ■on .rig
NOW GO ON WITH Till >TORV
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (Con
tinued.)
Dan squirmed uncomfortably.
"Had enough vacation. Thought
I'd .stick around and sec how things
are going I know they haven't
been so good for us lately—”
His father interrupted, rather
testily. “Never mind, never mind!
Ii seems your mother's set her
heart on this trip and wants you
along. I don't know what the no
tion is exactly. Bears, maybe. You ie
to save em fiom dangers on this
dude ranch.’’ His eyes twinkled.
' Those places are safe as Main
street,'’ Dan muttered, sullenly.
’ Don't see why I have to go traip
s ng off with all those women.
Anyhow, they'll have plenty bf
protection. Lance Waterman’ll be
there and both the Franklin kids.
They’re grown up now. As for
bears, ’ his tone was contemptuous,
“Oerry and Sandra can handle a
gun as well as I can.”
"I know that. I know that.” His
father’s voice was a rumble deep
in his throat. It made the old man
uncomfortable to lecture Dan this
way. No sense to it, at all. It was
rank foolishness, spending all that
money on a trip with the market
the way it's been.
He was worried about money, no
mistake about it. No good suggest
ing it to mother, though. She'd
just flare up and tell him lie ought
to manage things better. Well,
maybe he should have done that.
Worried about money, that made
him think of something else he'd
been meaning to sp-ak to Dan
about.
tt a a
HE cleared his throat, embar
. rassed. “Dan—uh—what's this
I hear about you and Sandra?”
“Me and ?” Dan looked blank
for an instant, then smiled. “I’m
sure, dad, I don’t know’ what you’ve
heard.”
“Mother thinks Sandra’s pretty
sweet on you. Now’ don’t get sore,
boy. You know how mothers are.
Mother'd be mighty pleased to see
you make a go of that, and so, I
might say, w’ould I.
“Sandra’s a fine girl, you know.
Slick as a race horse—lots f spirit.
Now don’t misunderstand me, Dan.
but she's got lots of money. What
passes for a fortune these days. Her
father's a shrewd business man, and
he's done some smart investing.
Sandra’s all he's got.”
Dan had turned in his chair, was
looking unseeingly out the window.
He cud not reply.
“I would be a fine thing for you,
every way you look at it,” persist
ed the old man. "I’m not saying
this without having given the mat
ter tnought.”
He glanced uneasily at the silent
young man. “Well, I'll say no more.
1 won't bother you about it now.
Only—the business isn't what I
hoped it would be, son, to pass
along to you. You've been brought
up to like expensive things. I’d be
the last one in the world to suggest
you should marry a girl for her
money, but there's no question of
that in this particular case. No man
in his senses could help admiring
Sandra.”
He waited for affirmation and
Dan accorded it, grudgingly. “I sup
pose not,” he said.
"Good, bood! I’m glad you feel
that way about it. That’s why I
agreed to talk to you about this
trip. It w’ould please Mother, it
would please Sandra and, most of
all, it would please me. How’ about
it?”
“Lot me think about it. Dad!”
Dnn pleaded awkwardly.
"Certainly. Certainly.” Both men
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were on their feet now, relieved
that the interview was at an end.
But don't make up your mind
without thinking about what I’ve
said.”
Ban
Dan met Monica that
’ ’ night he told her of it—
oaldly. not sparing her.
“Dad wants me to go west with
Sandra and the crowd. He thinks
I ought to fix it up with Sandra—
make a go of it.”
He could not see how white she
had turned in the darkness. Her
voice, when it came, was cool, a
triflle distant. “What are you going
to do about it?”
Dan felt particularly badgered
that day. He was thoroughly out of
temper. Monnies dispassionate
gentleness only served to irritate ]
him further. He said what he had
not meant to say—what he did not
really feel.
“Oh. guess I better string along
with them, just to please Mother, i
It might lie fun.”
Monnie withdrew her hand from
his arm, where he had tucked it
onlv a moment ago.
"Go by all means if you feel like
that,” she told him. Her heart was j
very sore. It w’as full to bursting. \
Things had gone along too ;
smoothly of late, she reminded her
self. Dan had been so sweet and
considerate. She had felt so secure,
so happy, with the knowledge of
their secret troth deep in her heart,
with Dan’s seal ring in the bottom
of her treasure box, a pledge and
a promise. Now they were taking
him away from her, coolly, de
liberately.
“You shouldn’t even think of
staying here if you want to go,”
she said aloofly.
“You little fool!” Dan crushed
her to him roughly. They were sit
ting in the shadows on the siue j
porch. “Better not tell me that
too often. Maybe I'll take you at
your words!”
“Oh, Dan!” She was in his arms,
the salt tears trembling on her i
lashes. “You hurt me so—l thought !
you wanted to be w’ith them. They j
way you said it—and. after all, why 1
shouldn't you? It must be fun.
Why should I keep you away from
it?”
“It'd be rotten without you,” Dan
told her loyally. “No, I haven’t the
slightest intention of giving in. I
told father I'd think it over, but
my mind's made up.”
After he had gone, Monnie
thought bitterly that all their lives
Dan would be giving things up
for her.
It was the eternal battle between
the rich and the poor. He loved
her now, and so it did not matter.
But how would it be later on?
Would he hate her for taking him
away from the easy life he had
loved?
She fell asleep, wondering.
CHAPTER* TWENTY THREE
SANDRA'S father grumbled, “The
place is darned uncomfortable.
Delia’s on the warpath—stopped
me to say the new’ maid won’t do.
and she’ll leave if we don’t get
someone better.
“I wish.” he observed testily,!
gazing across the table at his I
daughter, “that you hadn't rowed 1
with what’s-her-name—Hetty. It’s
extremely disagreeable to have j
things going on like this.”
“I didn’t row with her—as you
put. it, Daddy,” explained Sandra.
Candlelight brooded over the big
luxurious room. ‘She was insolent
to me. I think I explained be
fore—”
“Yes, but why did James have
to dash off the same day, that’s
what I want to know?” pursued
Gregory Lawrence, unappeased.
"He was a fine boy and I'd had
him for years—ever since Higby
died. You know I hate to drive
myself, and it's a job getting any- j
body properly trained on short j
notice. Most upsetting.”
A welcome interruption (for
Sandra) was provided by the re
moval of the soup plates. The new
servant, as Mr. Lawrence’s con
versation had forecast, was dis
appointing.
Her cap was habitually askew, and
she seemed uncommonly nervous.
Sandra, waiting to present the
question of the western trip, almost
despaired. She knew her parent
well.
“Well you need—what both of
us need,” she interposed, skillfully,
“is a vacation. This has been a
miserable summer. Hot and muggy.
Why don’t you go up to Pine Lake
on a fishing trip? It would do you
good and Della could get another
maid and train her while we were
away.”
“We?” The keen blue eyes under
the bushy white eyebrows stared
at her. “You wouldn't care for Pine
Lake.”
an n
N-NO." Sandra admitted the
truth of that. “But I'd thought
of—that is I have an invitation
from the Cardigans to go out to
Wyoming. Their cousins are on a
dude ranch there. It sounds,” fin
ished Sandra with a playful note
of wistfulness, “as though it would j
be fun.”
“Um-mm. I see.” Mr. Law
rence considered this.
"I can drive you about for a week
or two until you get someone to
replace James," Sandra said eagerly.
“I'd love that. Then you'd go away
—and so would I—and when we got
back everything would be running j
like clockwork again.”
"Sounds all right. With the Car- !
digans, eh?" rumbled Gregory Law- !
rence. “Looks as if that boy of j
theirs is making a dead set for my
girl, eh?"
•’Father!” She pretended to be
confused. “How can you be so
so—”
“Just outspoken, that’s all.” But
she could see his good humor par
tially restored. Mrs. Peterman's
roast chicken was delicious, and so
were the perfectly cooked and sea
soned vegetables handed round
timidly by the girl in the new uni
form.
(To Be Continued)
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