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This Story of a Girl Who Gambled Her
All for the Love of a Married Man
Has a Punch in Each Line
" What Has Happened So Far:
Eileen Randall, bob-haired, blonde and pretty, first manifested her
Interest in John MacVeagh . when she was 15 and he was 5 years her
aenior. And bow the townsfold talked! John was wild—too wild.
Eileen was pretty, they said, but in a vapid sort of way. But John
Was attracted to Eileen by her comeliness and not the fact that be
hind those deep blue eyes there was hidden hard common sense. John,
Very early in life, clearly demonstrated his ability for driving hard
bargains in business. He played the market—and won. Bnt be also
played with the affections of Henry Lovewell’s wife, Marcia. And
this was bound to cause trouble, for Lovewell would brook no triling
with his household.
Now Go On With The Story.
DON’T like Foster because I <
1 think he’s a dangerous man.
He suffers from delusions of gran
deur. He has an idea he’s another
Harriman—and there’s only been
one Harriman up to now. He’s
-Completely ruthless and I’m afraid,
completely unscrupulous. He’s
broken his given word five or six
times to my certain knowledge.
He organized his power chain be
cause he was willing to make con
cessions it was insane, in my
judgment, to offer. I refused to
make them; I still think I was
right.
‘•Foster’s riding th*> crest of the;
wave now. He thinks his position
la unassailable, and he may be
right. I think he’s wrong and
that time will prove it. But that’b
a matter of opinion. I was sorry
to see your husband dicker with
-him. His were key properties; he
was an essential element in Fos
ter's plans—in any super-power
plan, for that matter. He struck
a good bargain with Foster—that
I admit. But it was because, in
the show down, he had Foster
licked and Foster knew h.
“I think Foster is like a rocket.
He’s gone whizzing up—he’ll come
down.- after he reaches the top
point* of his flight, as fast as a
rocket stick does. I don’t know
how long it will take—no one can
tell. But of the ultimate result I
have no sort .of doubt at all. Now —
that’s as full an answer as I know
how to give you. Is it any good
to you?” *
“Os course it is,” said Eileen,
“and I can’t even begin to tell
you how grateful I am for it.”
“Men are funny,’’ said Helen,
thoughtfully. “Eileen's always
felt about Arthur Foster exactly
as you say you do, Mort. She
knew all about him the first time
she ever laid eyes on him—unless
I’m greatly mistaken. Didn’t you,
darling?”
“I think so.” Eileen nodded.
“I know I felt you couldn’t trust
him—l’ve always hated the idea
that John was involved with him
the way he’ is. But it was pure
Intuition—l didn't know a thing
JERRY A Story of Wild Youth By ELENORE MEHERIN
Fthe middle of October she re
ceived a letter from him that
deepened, if possible, her wound.
There was this paragraph:
•"Things are breaking wonderfully
for me. I’ve several big jobs
under way and several more In
sight. Jerry, I wonder, a great
deal, what motives you had in in
sisting on our parting. Were you
growing uncertain of .your feel
ing? You denv this. But I
wonder. We were both pretty
young when we first met and
neither of us had ever caied for
anyone else. I’ve an idea that
you figured we'd both be better
off if we took a fling at others
before entering the dubious state
of matrimony. I’m beginning to
think you were awfully wise.”
Wise! Fling her heart to deso
lation and him to Ora Pringle or
Mary Eunice Pennings!
It wouldn’t do any good to go
home now—no good.
Yet, the more she recognized
this, the more impatient and rest
less she became. Until now she
was burning with it. Almost sick
With despair.
If she could but see him for one
hour! She thought this sometimes
as she dressed. As she locked at
her image in the mirror. Then
her cheeks would turn crimson
and her eyes flame. If she could
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“Hold on!” said Bishop, with a
laugh. “I’ve given you my opin
ions—not the facts of an indict
ment!”
“Darling—darling!” said Helen.
“We know. And Eileen’s not
going to quote you. But it’s
so plain, on the very face of
things. No man who wasn’t a
little—well, off, would ever marry
a woman like Katherine Foster.
Feel like some bridge, now,
Eileen?”
“I’d love it,” said Eileen—and
meant it, she whom the crowd
■with which Katherine Foster ran
had ruled out as impossibily
stupid when it came to cards.
CHAPTER 36
John MacVeagh came back
from th©'West and, ..characteristi
cally, went first to his office. It
was Margaret Drew’s voice, cool,
fresh, oddly and subtly insolent,
that first made Eileerr*aware of
his return.
"Mrs. MacVeagh? Mr. Mac-
Veagh would like to speak to
you—will you hold the wire?”
John’s voice came to her a
moment later, cheerful, hearty.
“Hello, deargs t! Here I am
back—rushed right to -the office
to start catching up. Any plans
for tonight?"
“Why, no!" Her voice was cool.
She’d had to fight, for a moment,
the sheer, thrilling surge of joy
his voice had brought her. “Did
you want to do anything?”
“Nothing but see you. I’ve
missed you. 1 thought we might
>ork in a quiet evening together,
just the two of us.”
“I’d love to," said Eileen, mat
ter of fact. “You’ll be dining
here, then?”
“Yes,” he said. He sounded a
little dashed, and Eileen smiled,
sadly. “Yes. We’ll dine together
and sit around afterward and
talk. It’s a Ag’s age since we’ve
done that, just you and I.”
“It’s beeri a long time, hasn’t
it?" said Eileen. “Do you know
what time you’ll get Ijome?"
“It’ll be late —better' not have
dinner too early.”
“It doesn’t matter. I'll order It
have just one hour, she would
win him again!
The prospect then of going to
some new place—of cutting ruth
lessly free became insane, un
thinkable. The confession to hfer
self that she had lost.
She would sometimes vision
this new, destitute life she end
Marza and Marza’s Stephanie
would have. Quite poor, friend
less. menial. No bright, s.nging
contacts, no flash and color.
Subdued, chill, loveless. She
would repeat this last word until
her heart blazed. Loveless, a de
frauded woman growing tr.in and
righteous with the years.
“No! Not that! I’ll never drift
to that!”
At 23 no one thinks so.
Marza was aware of her storm.
One night she sat a long while
pretending to read.
Suddenly: “Stephanie can be
moved in four weeks. The doctor
told me today.”
“Can she walk?”
“There will have to be another
operation. But that must wait till
the spring.”
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for eight—that ought to give you
time to have a bath and change.
You’ll be tired after all your
traveling.”
“Maybe—l’m not tired now,
though. I never felt better in
my Jife. All Tight—l’ll make it
as early as I can. But I’ve a
lot of work to do that’s piled up
while I've been away.”
Eileen smiled as she hung up
the receiver. She wondered how
Margaret Drew had enjoyed hear
ing one side of that conversation.
Eileen had a far shrewder and
better understanding of the situa
tion in which John found himself
at his office than Margaret sus
pected; the girl had been foolish
to give herself away, the day
Eileen had gone there, to the ex
tent that she had.
Margaret was, in point of fact,
furious—and it was ell the wors>e
because it was so utterly impos
sible for her, even with her ex
treme views, to show her feelings.
There was something of an air of
bravado about John MacVeagh as
he turned back from the tele
phone and picked up again the
digest she had had against his
return of what had been done in
his absense. He looked like a
little boy caught in some bit of
mischief and determined to brazen
it out. Margaret thought.
But, though that look was one
of the things she loved about him,
it only irritated her now. She
understood perfectly what he had
done, the significance of that talk
of his with his wife, every word
"Where can she be moved?”
“Wherever we are to live.”
“Where is that to be? Mother!”
Marza flicked ashes from her
cigarette: “Where do you want
it to be, Jerry?”
“Why put it up to me?” Then
hushed, reluctant: “You’ve not
told her yet? She will have a
right to say.”
Marza turned the pages of her
book. "1 can’t undo the wro,.g to
Stephanie now. But I car make
her way easy. Perhaps 1 would
best do this by taking her and
you to a new place. But this
would uproot your life.
“Yes,” thought Jerry stilly,
“and yours too!”
"But that is the only way,”
Marza went on in a subdued, half
pleading way. "That I can acknow
ledge you both. It will be ter
rible to Stephanie to be denied.
I know this!”
“She has one compensation.”
“What compensation?”
“The memories she has of her
father and the knowledge that
you loved so greatly. There would ,
be this beauty—this inner con
viction that she is really better
born than I—far better born than
I. And that in yoUr heart,
Marza, you must look back with
more joy to her coming than
you did to mine.”
"Ah no! When the choice was
forced I couldn’t forsake you
even for the two of them. And
I loved Stephanie as C?bd alone
can measure it. But you, Jerry,
came to me in a loneliness—an
answer to a pitiable need. I never
counted that you belonged to
your father but to me alone. All
the while you were coming I
poured out the love of lives on
you. We were two against a
bitter, loveless world. You are
woven of my soul.”
“But she is woven of your
great love! ♦ • •”
"Will that compensate a girl
nineteen—just nineteen?”
They took Stephanie to a little
resort on the lake.
“We’ll stay a while • ♦ • wait
till she’s stronger.”
“Do it today,” Jerry finally
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of which she was bound to
He was putting her in her place;
he had reached a decision, wnile
he had been away, and it was a
decision to push her out of 'he
empty place in his life that she
had found and was determined, at
any cost, to occupy.
Her lip curled, secretly, as she
came to that conclusion. If he
wanted to stage the age-old farce
—let him! She wasn’t afraid, she
told herself. He was hers; she
hadJ won him, whether or not he
knew it, in these months of a
growing intimacy. She had been
a fool, perhaps, to show her
hand so plainly the other night,
but young Ransome’s interfer
ence in her life had maddened
her, goaded her to say things she
would, except for him. have con
tinued for a time, until the right
moment had come, to keep to
herself.
It might well be, now, that
John MacVeagh, put on his guard
by her rash outbreak, her reve
lation of her feeling for him,
might make an effort to patch
things up with his wife. But of
the outcome of that effort Mar
garet was not afraid..
Her opinion of Eileen had crys
talilized. She knew a hundred
things about her calculated to
increase her confidence in herself.
Eileen was, she knew it, a dtor.e,
an idler, a woman utterly unfit
ted to be the mate of a man like
John MacVeagh. And —he lerew
that, too; he had been growing
in his knowledge all these months.
pleaded. “Marza. tell her today!”
“Yes—today. I will.”
She went up and kissed her
mother’s pale lips and she mur
mured, feeling that her whole life
rested in Stephanie’s hands:
“Mother, tell it as you told me —
like that. What can she do but
glorify you? At nineteen can she
help but thrill tale like that?
If she’s worth anything—any
thing at all • • •”
CHAPTER 38
Jerry stooped and filled her
hands with brown dry leaves.
Then she turned so that the
Wind from the lake blew her
hair this way and that.
She thought of Marza and her
sister in there talking: Stephanie
learning the reason for her life
long exile.
Would she feel greatly wronged?
And would the new life they were
planning for the three of them
become bitter and difficult?
The glow from the fire fell on
Stephanie’s face, making it very
delicate against the dusky warmth
of her hair.
She heard Jerry’s step and
reached out a hand. “Oh. yours
are cold. Sit down, won’t you?
Right there.” For a long mo
ment she didn’t open her eyes,
though the gallant, winsome
mouth seemed smiling.
Presently she turned her head:
“You remember him,, don't you,
Jeury? My father—l do, too. I
remember gay things nf him. He
was all right, wasn’t he?”
She turned full eyes to Jerry
and gave a soft, catchy laugh:
“Now, we know what’s what.
Makes it. so much clearer going
on. doesn't it?” *
It went straight 1o Jerry’s
heart—the brave soundness of
her. It made her tremble with a
deep, warm admiration. Steph
anie was worthy of Marza’s great
love; was a fine, gallant person.
She felt a sudden pride in
Stephanie; a sudden boundless re
lief. It would be easy to go on
with her—easy and joyous. She
was one of them.
This feeling grew. She would
regard the slim figure stretched
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THE HOUSE IN THE WOODS
Once there was a woodcutter
and his family.
They lived in a little house
near the woods.
One day the father said
to his wife:
“Send me my dinner today
by our oldest little girl.
She will hear me cutting wood
and can tell just where I am.”
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There was nothing essentially
vicious or wanton ab6ut Margaret
Drew. She was starved; it camu
to that. Circumstances had de
nied her a natural, normal outlet
for all th« subtle and mysterious
forces that had gathered in her
in her adolescence. She had be
come, in relation to the Mac-
Veaghs, to John and Eileen, an
infinitely dangerous force. Eileen
she could not hope to under
stand; she had classified her with
the sinister facility common to sj
many girls of her generation, and
quite falsely.
Loose thinking, loose talking,
loose reading had gone to the
unbalanced development of Mar
garet. She had grown up in a
world rent and torn apart by the
tragic upheaval of the war. The
effects of that conflict, with * its
ghastly destruction in the old
world, not only of life and prop
erty, but of standards of every
sort, had stretched swiftly to
America; the Americans of Mar
garet’s generation were afire to
share the experiences of their
European contemporaries without
having suffered what brought
the turmoil over there.
As for John, he had been think
ing hard while he was away. He
had come back far from a con
clusion, but with certain things
definitely clear in his mind. He
wanted no'breach with Eileen, no
shoddy, upsetting intrigue with
Margaret. But his thinking had
been one-sided; he had considered
before the fire and think with a
quickened throb: “She’s a little
peach. I’m glad she's pretty.”
Or if she noticed a twinge of
pain along Stephanie’s lips: “She’s
suffering—she pretends not to.”
And with a sharp panic: “She’ll
be all right! Lord, how terrible
if she shouldn’t walk —how per
fectly terrible!”
At these moments she had an
almost maternal feeling, sharing
poignantly in Marza’s anxiety;
understanding Marza’s heart
breaking tenderness, her wish to
make things up to Stephanie.
Sometimes when she came in
from long, lonely walks and
dropped before the fire to listen
to Marza’s reading, she would
think happily: “How cozy this
is! How much finer Marza seems.
Marza was a better person than
she turned into.”
One day in the beginning of
December she and Stephanie were
alone. Said Stephanie abruptly:
“It would be sheer madness to
go off to some new city. -To
sav nothing of your part of it.
Well, I shan’t so much mind
being passed off as the cousin.
You know, Jerry, I’m just dying
to see that, place where you and
Marza have lived. I’ve read so
much about the Golden Gate and
the great bay. What a thrill to
sit up in bed in the morning and
just look out and see the boats
coming almost up to the door.
“Jerry. I wonder why all that
should be considered tragic—l
mean that about Marza and my
father. The end was * • • think
of it —the irony that he should
have been killed like that. But
for the rest, it seems to. me only
thrilling and sad. I loved him.
Maybe I don’t remember very
much —maybe I’ve made a great
deal of W. up and idealized him
and think that I can clearly re
call his image. It may be just
the pictures that I've looked at
so much.
“But I’m proud of him. I'd
like to call myself Stephanie
Marsh. I suppose that would be
a fool defiance. There’s no need
to take the world into a person’s
confidence, is there?
“Well —don’t you think we
ought to be going home soon—in
time for Christmas? I don’t care
how you smuggle me into the
family. As long as I’m sure you
and Marza will like having me
about. You don’t resent me, do
you, Jerry?”
Jerry, kneeling before the fire
and adding an absurd numberof
logs to the flame: “Oh. by the
way, I love that rag-tail bob of
yours. I’ve nnt seen one like it
before. I’m glad you’ve got chic,
Steve!
Paste Monday’s first picture on the out
side of your book cover. Cut out pages from
strip and paste in your book. Page opposite
cover is page 1. Read your story and
color your pictures.
HI
“ *
the problem only from his own <
point of view. Beyond a casual,
insincere—because not fully
thought out-*-admission that l>e
had, perhaps, been unkind and
neglectful, he had not even at
tempted to visualize Eileen’s state
of mind.
He was going home, in effect,
to lay down terms and conditions
for their future. He had worked
out what their relation was to be;
he had decided what each must
bring to it. It did not so much
as occur to him that it took two
people to make a program such
as his come true; that he might
be going home, not to a simple
statement of what he wanted by
himself, but to a searching dis
cussion upon the outcome of
which the whole future of his
marriage would depend.
CHAPTER 37.
Eileen MacVeagh was far better
prepared than John for the criti
cal discussion that awaited his
return that night. For days, even
for weeks, she had been making
ready. Not that she had, always
in that time of preparation, known
what it jvas that lay bef r '»-e her;
not that she had deliberately,
and in cold blood, planned this <
particular scene. But all her
gradual realization of what was
going on, every new discovery
she had made, had led toward
some such culmination.
Her resolution almost broke
down when John came in. He
» “But think what a cross you
might have been! Suppose you’d
been a lily-sister or a psalm
singer and got mawkish about it?
Or conventional and developed
an inferiority complex? I was
terribly afraid of this. You
never can tell how a person’s
going to re-act.”
“You forget, Jerry, how lonely
I’ve been. Year after year in a
convent. Nothing hilarious except
those brief yearly visits of
Marza’s. ' ■
“And I did my share of won
dering. The last two years espec
ially. Before that I was content
at school. Marza kept saying
that when I finished we’d go to
Europe. We didn’t.
“Then last year I was wild to
go to California. I had my heart
set on this X-ray work. But I
could just as well have been
placed in a laboratory in San
Francisco as here. Marza hadn’t
much answer to that. But when
Sister Rose got me the opening
here, Marza just wrote. ‘Take it.
I think it better.’
“I was fearfully crushed then.
It seemed odd that she shouldn’t
want me because I knew she
loved me.
“Jerry—l’d be earning $l5O now
if this accident hadn’t happened.
“That’s another thing—how are
we fixed for money? Marza says
we’re rich, but I know we’re not
—are we? Besides, the money
came from your father, didn’t it?”
Jerry burst out laughing: “Well
—if you’re going to get fussy,
yes—such as we have did, I be
lieve, come as an unintentional
bequest from one late but unla
mented George King. He had a
tight face.
"We’re rich as long as we have
three meals a day and sufficient
garments to cover us. We have
that.”
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)
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greeted her gayly; caught her in
his arms; kissed her. It was
months since he had embraced her
so, kissed her so; she returned his
kiss without a thought; it was the
only, the natural thing for her to
do.
Here, it seemed to her, was
her lover back again, the lover she
had lost in a husband dissatisfied,
discontented, brusque. Here, just
for a moment, was a glimpse of
old days, good days, before trouble
had come between them. She was
very near, then, to. surrender; very
hear giving up, without a struggle
all she had been resolved to fight
for.
“You’re* tired, aren’t you?" she
said.
“Middling,” he admitted. “I’ve
had a busy time. And it was hard
sleeping—we were making short
jumps on bad trains, and being
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When dinner time came
the mother sent the oldest girl
and told her just what to do.
The little girl began to play
with a little rabbit.
Soon (t became very dark.
She could not see the road.
After a while she saw a light
in a little house.
She knocked at the door.
An old man came to the door.
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shunted around at night a lot. I W
feel good, though. And I'm hungry
—didn't have time for lunch. I’ll #
have a bath and clean up—then
do we eat?”
“The minute you’re ready,” she '
assured him. “Hurry, and I’ll see 1
to it that dinner isn’t held up.”
Nor was it. He sat opposite her,
smiling. J
“By George—you’re a grand I
housekeeper!” he said. “It’s good
to sit down to a meal like this .
again—all the things I like best! “
My soul—l've eaten meals in some
awful dumps on this trip! New
York’s spoiling me, I guess—l f
never used to mind-”
“New York does change one,”
said Eileen.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow) 4
why your teeth remain dull and
unattractive.
Now, in a new-type dentifrice
called Pepsodent, dental science
has provided effective combat
ants. Their action is to curdle
the film and remove it. Pepso
dent also firms the gums.
Then the lovely, gleaming
teeth you see will amaze you.
That’s where ordinary methods
fail. Combat the film twice daily ‘
this scientific way.
Get Pepsodent at your drug
gist’s or mail the coupon. A
10-day tube will be sent you free.
I Mail this for 10>Day Tube to
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} Sec B-2777, 1104 S. Wabash Ave.
Chicago, 111., U. S. A.
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