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She made a movement to slip i off, but he checked it with firr hands. "You keep it on,” he said flatly "I’ll get Tom’s sweater for you man.” He turned an impish grin on Bar ry, already absorded with the pei verse engine. "I don’t know why I should t so darned careful of your healtl Barry, because I’ve picked mysel out for Nancy’s second husbanc Catch a bad cold any time yo like.” Halliday laughed, but Barry, jerk ing his eyes toward Westbrook for a brief second, did not eve smil*3-. "No thanks,” he snapped irritab ly. "Sorry to disappoint you, bu I’ve lived too much out of doors t wrap myself up like an old woman. Halliday’s portly chuckle subsid ed rather suddenly. Dick was blank ly silent. "I think I’ll locate the troubl in a minute,” he added, a trifle mor graciously. "No need for the res of you to shiver around here.” They went on and left him, Ann walking with Halliday and Did trailing along with Riddle. Duan went back to his work wanting t kick himself for his senseless irrita tion. Since the night when hi mother had brought those damnabl stories to hm there had been a rati spot in him which had smarted a the lightest touch. Anne went directly to her room and the three men returned to thi billiard-room to take up the garni which the Wild Duck’s fluttering approach had interrupted. Riddle chalking his cue, proffered a wore of advice. "Better go easy with your little jokes, Dick. Duane seems to tx something of a Turk about hi: wife.” "How was I to know that he’e go early-Victorian on me?” "She handled the blonde rathe: well,” Riddle remarked absently. "Well, that was a mistake.” "A very natural one.” Riddl seemed absorbed in his ball. "I sav the resemblance as soon as sh spoke. It’s startling.” "How the devil,” sputtered Half day, "could you see a resemblanci to some unknown female whosi name wasn’t even mentioned?” "Just an unsuspected gleam o] intelligence. As soon as I caugh Blondie’s girlish chatter I made thi connection. This Mrs. Duane i practically the image of an actres I saw a couple of years ago. I rai across her picture in the papef agaii last spring. She’d been killed in ; motor accident. Her car skiddec over the edge of a cliff and she wa drowned.” Halliday said "M’m” and lost in terest. Riddle stopped to light ; cigarette. "They never found the body,” h said thoughtfully. "That sounds like a nasty crack Ward.” "I didn’t intend it that way. Bu that girl’s name was Nancy, too. I struck me as a remarkable coinci dence.” Dick reddened. "It’s the kind o: a coincidence that wants to be kep under your hat,” he said grumpily "Here comes Barry. We’d bette change the subject, and darne< quick.’’ They made the return trip ii good time, arriving before the din ner hour. Mrs. Duane did not ap pear. Mrs. Duane, with the purs strings held fimly in her own deli cate hands, had established her se parate dining room in the wes wing. Anne knew when Barry came in to the room that he had had new Black-Draught For Dizziness, Headache Due To Constipation “I have used Thedford’s Black Draught several years and find It splendid,” writes Mr. G. W. Hol ley, of St. Paul, Va. “I take, it for dizziness or headache (due to con stipation). i have never found anything better. A short while ago, we began giving our children Syrup of Black-Draught as a laxa tive for colds and little stomach ailments, and have found it very satisfactory.” ... Millions of pack ages of Thedford’s Black-Draught are required to satisfy the tfamand for this popular, old reliable, purely vegetable laxative. 254 a package, ’’Children like the Syrup.” for her. t Anne felt her face grow hot. "Do i you mean,” she asked slowly, "that your mother refuses to sit at the ■ same table with me?” r "Don’t take it that way, Nancy. She’d old, and—she doesn’t see - things as we do.” "There’s no other way to take it,” she said dully. e He had just come back from a i, bitter half hour with his mother, f and he was stung with a humiliation i. that he could not admit, even to a her. “Oh, my dear!’’ Her eyes stung - with sudden tears of contrition, but e she blinked them back hastily. “I a know it’s hard for you, Barry. If I could do anything—if there’s any - possible way— t He shook his head. "No. I’m > afraid it can’t be helped. It’s—her house. I’m sorry; that’s all I can - say. But of course this can’t go on. - We must look for other quarters.” IHe looked worried and his jaw s was tight. The Perch would have 5 provided comfort and a decent liv t ing, but the Perch was closed to them for six months in each year. : "I’m terribly sorry to have got t you into this, Bary. We can go any : where you like. Were you think ) ing of—staying in Granleigh?’’ "I haven’t thought much of any s thing yet.” He stopped and gave ; her a quick, embarrassed smile. "No, r I suppose not. No use in advertis : ing things—and it’s pretty expen sive here.” "Of course.’’ She was afraid that , her eyes were blazing with hope : and excitement. "There are lots of : places, we can get a tiny apart ; ment somewhere and have lots of fun.” He faced her with obstinate de termination, angry, but more alive than she had seen him in weeks. 1 “I’m going in to town tomorrow, and I'm going to see Gage again if I have to knock down a row of secretaries to get to him. We’re go ing to have one more round over ' the Junipero.” She gave his arm a sudden squeeze. “He must agree this time. : It means so much!” r Barry was called to the telephone, r^but Anne stayed there, curled up in a chair. Barry took an early train the next : morning. : "I don’t know how long I may have to wait before I can see him, but I’m going to be on hand. Wish : me luck, Nancy.” ■ "Oh Barry, I do!” She gave him ! a desperate little hug as he kissed i her goodbye. l me morning man came as ne i left, and Matthews handed her some i letters. There was one envelope that l she looked at twice. She hurried to ; her room and tore the envelope open. I must see you again. It’s i important. I am going in to town on Wednesdays and will : meet you at the Rosewell, on Seventh, at two o’clock sharp. , Better decide to come. Gran leigh won’t do. Think you are : being watched there. JIM. ■ An hour later she rang for Mat thews. "I’ve decided to go in to : town, Matthews. If Mr. Barry : should call up later, tell him where ■ I have gone. He can have me paged ■ at the Plaza, any time after three.” I - Barry was talking hard. He had waited over three hours for this l audience. Gage listened and grunted. "Oh, its that, is it? Thought ■ you’d given up that nonsense by 5 i this time.” "It isn’t nonsense, Mr. Gage. It’s 1__ 1-_J • on acres of it, as rich as the Im perial could ever be; the water is - there, and all that separates them s is one spur of rock.’’ • "And a pot of money. And don’t forget that the first project got a black eye, and nobody’s going to be anxious to see his money go the same away.” "It can’t. Not for the same rea son, anyway. If you don’t want to risk it, I don’t suppose that f could say anything to change your deci sion, but why don’t you sell your side of the spur and give me the chance to interest somebody else?” "See here, Mr. Gage, I know I’m making a nuisance of myself, but I feel certain that you would let down the bars if you really had a look at the place.” "Young man, do you know what my time is worth?” "I know that it is worth more than I could hope to meet in cash. But you might consider taking a vacation. Do you like good shoot iig? Or fishing? Like to ride a good horse over mountain trails, and not see another human being but your guide all day long?” "Sounds pretty good.” Gage grunted. "Got a cook who can give a man plain ham and eggs without drowning ’em in a gummy sauce?” Barry leaned back with a grin of pure relief. "I’ll guarantee both the cook and the appetite.” "What kind of accommodations have you? I’d want to bring Mrs. Gage. She hasn’t been well lately.” Barry politely swallowed his dis may. His one meeting with Mrs, John Gage had left him with the recollection or a dazzling loveliness and probably not much else. "There’s a big log ranch house with all the improvements, and electric current. Of course it isn’t town.” "That’s all right. The change might do her good.” They went down together in a private elevator. Barry had won a victory, but he wondered grimly what Nancy was going to do to keep the lovely Paula from being bored to hysterics. Barry turned briskly back from the curb intending to find the near est telephone and break the glad news to Nancy. He took two steps and slowed down. A few yards ahead of him a man was signaling a taxi. Barry had vaguely noticed the same man loitering in the corridor when they had come out. Instead of a trim uniform he wore a well-fitting blue suit 'but Barry knew him. As Ken _i„ __j .. n.,,,,. ^vrrv“ -- - - -j jerked his finger at another. "Follow that black and white,” he said, and slammed the door. Once they lost sight of it, but Barry’s driver expertly picked up the trail. Barry was beginning to feel slightly ashamed of the unrea soned impulse which had sent him careening across town. They were in a shabbier, busier district now. The black and white taxi had gained on them again. It swung in to the curb in front of a dingy-looking entrance, and Ken nedy got out. "I’ll stop here.” Barry tossed a bill to the driver. Having made a complete idiot of himself, he would walk back for a few blocks and put in a call to Nancy. For his self-respect he stepped into a doorway, inclined to grin at himself. It gave him a good view of the hotel. Another taxi had just drawn up. A small, slim figure stepped out, and looked around quiCKiy. oiri ana man vamsneu miu the dingy portals of the hotel. Anne looked hastily around the uninviting lobby. "Don’t like it?” Kennedy sent an amused glint at her. "Of course not. And what did you mean by saying that I was being watched in Granleigh?” "Just a bright little deduction of mine. Somebody saw us the other night. I heard it from the little blonde boss before I’d been back half an hour.” "So it was Cleo!” Anne said it under her breath, as though she had forgotten Kennedy’s existence. "That was just a little tip-off,” Kennedy informed her. "The rest you won’t like. I think you’d better go away, Nancy!’’ "That’s preposterous!” An angry color flamed, but fright was crowd ing anger aside. "What possible ex planation could I give to Barry?” "I’m afraid that’s up to you. I don’t say it will be easy.” He low ered his voice, signififcantly cau tious. "I saw Gage the other day. He may have recognized me.” "He doesn’t even know that I am in Granleigh.” "But he’s likely to find it out any day, and when he does, things are vninv to hannen. If he Ipts either one of us hang around in the same county, after what hap pened last May, it will jUst be a present from Santa Claus. You and I are out of the picture, Nancy, and we may have to take a sudden journey any day. I mean to do it when I’m ready, and you’d better get a telegram from a sick aunt in Manitoba.” "I won’t! I won’t go and you :an’t make me.” "Sure of that? Not even if Duane should be told—what you told Gage :hat night?” "Jim! You wouldn’t be so in sanely cruel!” Kennedy flushed slightly, but his hard gaze did not waver. Anne j reached over and clutched at his hand. "Haven’t you any mercy for j anyone else? I1- thought—when I told you about that the other night —that you . . . Oh!” Her voice died in a shaking breath. She was looking past Ken nedy with a stricken stare. "Oh—Barry. I—won’t you . . .’’ She stammered, stiffening and trying to smile, as he came grimly toward them, his face set and a white line of fury around his lips. Barry looked past Kennedy as though he had not been there. "If you have finished,” he said, "it will not be necessary for your— companion—to see you home.” Anne arose slowly, but Ken nedy’s chair had already rasped back He was on his feet, a dark glitter in his eyes. aU.’ Uinrlnrl -irPnV TTYVII2 Yrtll -0-- -' J must think you’re pretty damned important, if nobody can have a business interview with your wife without your permission.” "You’d better consider it finish ed. Get out!” The voice was low, but the words were bitten off and flung. For a moment longer, they stared at each other, Barry’s face flinty in its tight restraint, Kennedy’s faintly jeering. Then his shoulders moved expres sively. Kennedy had too much at stake to risk ruining everything by a public row with Nancy’s hus band. Fie bowed to Anne. "Thank you for the interview, Madame, in case I do not see you again.” He walked deliberately away. Anne broke the silence that was suffocating. "Well?” she demanded. "I think I am the one to ask for explanations, but the first thing to do is to get out of this hole. Are you ready?’’ Anne nodded silently and went with him. "If there is any explanation that you can make, I am ready to hear it.” They were home again. "What is there to say that you’d be willing to believe?” she asked bitterly. "I went there to meet him. It was a matter of—business, as he told you. That is all.’’ "What buisness could you have with a man like that? And why couldn’t it be transacted decently, ■ in your own home,” "He wanted to see me privately,” she continued. "I knew him—/ears ago—when he was in better cir cumstances. He wanted me to—S do something for him.’’ "What was it?” CONTINUED NEXT WEEK | Carrots and Turnips as the French Cook Them Ann Pryor .—I CARROTS and turnips, like spinach, are excellent foods, but many children and grownups, too, seem to find them hard to take. Here are two simple recipes, in the French manner, which will interest those who wish to impart new and appealing flavor to these two vege tables. Sweetened Turnips — Scrape small turnips, ®r divide large ones into halves or quarters. Heat them in a saucepan with butter for about 20 minutes. When they become light brown sprinkle with one or two teaspoonfuls of sugar and moisten with about two tablcspoonfuls of meat stock* of gravy. Cover and let them simmer for about one hour. Creamed Carrots—Scrape small carrots and place them in boiling salted^water to which three lumps of sugar have been added. Cook for about 45 minutes. Small carrots may be left whole; larger ones should be cut into round slices. Prepare a white sauce with a lump of butter the size of a walnut, two heaping teaspoonfuls of flour and,a,cup of the water in which the carrots have t been cooked. Drain carrots and place them in sauce. Just before serving add four table spoonfuls of cream. - --= - • ___» Heat with Coke , . . the clean efficient fuel What Does ELECTRIC SERVICE \ Most people want peace, provided they can have their own way about everything. 666 vs. ; MALARIA 666 Liquid or Tablets Checks Mal aria in Three Days. Sure Pdeventive. ® / Cost You? We are showing in the table below just what it costs you, under our new low rates, to operate the various electrical household appli ances that mean so much in comfort,, convenience, time-saving and drudgery elimination to the modem housewife. Figure what you can get in service from your favorite appliance FOR ONE PENNY. OPERATING COST OF ELECTRICAL APPLIANCES These figures apply after the use of 30 K. W. H. of electricity, which is less than the average modern home uses for lighting alone. Actual Cost Normal Name of Standard per pour Monthly - On Appliance Wattage (In Cents) Cost Normal Usage COOKER (Portable) 530 1 3-5 72c 1 y> Hrs. per Day CURLING IRON 50 1-6 3-4c 5 Hrs. per Mo. \ EGG COOKER 660 2 06c Once a Day ELECTRIC IRONER 1200 3 3-5 31c 2 Hrs. per Wk. FAN 50 1-6 23c 5 Hrs. aer Day I FOOD MIXER 60 1-7 05c 1 Hr. per Day I HAIR DRYER 250 3-4 03c 4 Hrs. per Mo. HEATING PAD 65 1-7 01c 6 Hrs. per Mo. INDIRECT LAMP 300 9-10 81c 3 Hrs. per Day • IRON 600 1 4-5 31c 4 Hrs. per Wk. } KETTLE 1000 3 67c 45 Min. per Day PERCOLATOR 400 1 1-5 18c Twice Daily POP CORN POPPER 600 1 4-5 07c 4 Hrs. per Mo. RADIO (8 Tubes) 100 3-10 36c 4 Hrs. per Day REFLECTOR HEATER 630 1 9-10 28c V2-Hr. per Day SUN LAMP 250 3-4 06c 8 Hrs. per Mo. TOASTER 625 1 9-10 28c Twice Daily VACUUM CLEANER 300 9-10 10c 3 Hrs. per Wk. WAFFLE IRON 660 2 12c 6 Hrs. per M. WASHING MACHINE 375 1 1-8 10c 2 Hrs. per Wk. After the use of 130 K. W. H. per month the cost per K. W. H. drops to 2 l-2c, or j 16 6-10% less than the above figures. (All of above costs are figured on Southern Public Utilities Co. Residential Rate.) ------- I The cost of operation of any electrical appliance depends on the total time used in a month. The above figures give you the cost of operation for normal average use. Your use may be more or less than the normal shown. If so, your cost per month will vary accordingly. fl Electric Range: The average cost for operating an electric range is less than one cent a meal for each person served. 9 Electric Refrigerator: Cost of electricity for operating an electric I refrigerator will vary from $1.50 per month for the smaller sizes j up to around $3.50 per month for the larger^ sizes; the variation being further influenced by the use and the weather. • t Southern Public Utilities Co. Ride the street cars and avoid the parking nuisance'