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A Thrilling Romance of High Courage'
and of Two Who Gambled for
Life’s Highest Stake
> Read This First:
Alan Brennaway, at 35, returns to New York after seven years in
Mexico where he has made millions. He seeks out Shirley Dane. a
beautiful society girl whom he has always loved, and finds that though
she is now 27, she looks as young as she did when he went away.
She tells, him her father left her 1200,000 which is in the hands of
Roger Kelton and on which she gets 515,000 income. Alan expresses
v surprise at this high rate of interest and rather resents the superficial
life that Shirley is leading- He asks her to inarry him hut she con
fesses there is another man and begs him always to be her friend.
The next day Kelton tells Alan that Shirley’s fortune, with that of
other clients, has been swept away owing to frauds perpetrated by his
father, now dead- Alan also discovers Kelton is the man Shirley loves.
He lends him half a million to square himself, taking as collateral,
shares in a Macedonian development. Kelton accepts the loan and
agrees to go to Macedonia and see what he can do with the conces
sion, but later makes excuses and marries Shirley. Alan goes to Ver
mont on advice of a nerve specialist, and hearing from Shirley that she
and Kelton have leased the house not far from where he is staying,
goes to New York to sde her. Kelton begins to be jealous of Alan and
Shirley discovers that Kelton was supposed to go to Macedonia. He
asks her if she wants him to go. She offers to tell Alan that Kelton
cannot go,. whereupon he becomes frightened and begs her not to
mention the subject. Later the same day she finds Alan waiting for
her. She confesses to Alan that she and her busband are still living
beyond their means. Shirley leaves, and Kelton comes in, Alan brings
up the subject of Macedonia and makes it plain that he has no inten
tion of going there after all.
Now Go On With The Story.
On the day after he had enter
tained Alan Brennaway to dinner,
therefore,, Roger rose early, break
fasted alone, shook off the mem
ory of a tiresome wrangle With
Shirley who was offended because
Brennaway’shad left even
parted with sandwiches and a
parted with sandwiches an da
**~full flask into the green depths
of the Vermont woods.
Shirley woke about half an hour
after he had gone. She had slept
badly, harried by dreams of a
disapproving yet remote Alan
Whose face was always turned a
little.- away and whose hands.
Strangely deft, played ceaselessly
with pearls and diamonds brought
from .Mexico. Neither her mail
nor the soothing ministrations of
her maid, nor the prospect of a
restful day alone could restore
her mentrf poise. By the time
she had interviewed her cook, her
butler and her chauffeur, her tem
per was so bad that she was
thoroughly ashamed o£ hen<elf.
“It must be slackness,” she told
herself feverishly. “Everything is
a matter of physical health, really.
I must simply exercise myself
back into decent condition.’
She decided, finally, on a long
ride. ,
Before she had been very long
in the saddle, she felt that the
worst of the bout was over.
Frayed nerves were responding to
the magic of wine-keen air and
intoxicating speed. • • • The mad
gallop ended, she slowed to a walk
and let her thoughts have their
way.
Roger. Marriage. Meeting the
right people at the right time.
Alan. x
Sfie slipped from one discon
nected reverie .into-another * • • '
Roger -looked at her,'often, with
open appraisement. When he did
that she had to check the re-.
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vulsion she felt. Why? . Roger,
after all, was only repeating the
lesson she herself had taught him.
Yet somehow he had made it
different. ,
Her father, would never have
looked at his wife like that. Koger
made it feel as if they were en
gaged in some kind of conspiracy,
that it was her part to throw
dust in the eyes of the men—for
money. The revelation was brok
en by memories.
With a rush there crowded into
her brain all the memories of
Roger as he had been to her be
fore their marriage—memories of
infinite tenderness. .There swept
upon her anew the craving she
had felt for a spiritual companion
ship, a vast mutual understand
ing where no word of love need
be spoken, where dress and pretti
ness and all the physical garnish
ments of love were unperceived.
There was the dream, too, not
of merely scrambling for money
but of helping him to some high
diplomatic post where his talent
could be used to the utmost. For
he was talented; he was distin
guished, too, in manner and voice
and presence. In memory, she
studied impersonally his appear
ance.
Add a little age and gravity
and the face might be the face of
an ambassador. Take away that
hint of shrewdness that had late
ly come into the mouth, and it
was once again the face of her
dream-lover, to Whom her girl
hood had stretched glad hands.
Strongly upon her was the sense
of crisis. She realized Roger, sud
denly, as she had never realized
him before. She realized that it
was only quite lately that he had
got over the feat of marrying her.
LINDA
(Continued from Ixical Page.)
came a great pack of yelping,
running boys.
Thomas Moonlight dashed past
Linda without seeing her. The
pig was cutting a wide swath
through the hollyhock rows when
Tom caught up with him, plunged,
' dived and fell upon the squealing
animal, with his face buried In
the earth.
He sat up in the hollyhocks,
clutching a highly articulate pig
in both arms. Linda, seeing him
battered and torn, with one over
all leg ripped open to the knee,
his face scratched and dirt
smeared. involuntarily took a step
forward to the rescue- He sat
shaking the hair out of his eyes,
blinking through the sand and dirt
that clung to his brows, and
clasping the pig to his heart.
The other boy* had come up by
now and were laughing, trying to
raise him to his feet.
Thomas Moonlight shook them
off, frowned and sat gasping for
breath, while the pig squealed.
Linda was conscious of somebody
standing at her side, but she could
not wrench her horrified eyes
away from Thomas Moonlight. He
seemed to have settled in that
hollyhock bed for good, content to
sit with the raucous pig in his
arms, until Gabriel’s horn should
summort them both to judgment.
But in a moment, a change
came. She saw his face blanch,
his eyes stare past her—then he
was up and gone. The shout
ing pack followed him through the
campus shrubbery toward the
street. Linda turned around. A
heavy, bearded man was pounding
down the walk from behind Old
Brick Ball. He was running
heavily, but fast, with the sullen
drive of a locomotive, and. in one
hand, he brandished a pitch fork.
He stopped near Linda, stared
into the shrubbery and turned
back to her. "Where’d that young
hyena get to?” he shouted, fixing
bloodshot eyes upon her.
Linda gulped, tried to speak,
and shook her head. The man
raised the pitchfork and took one
step toward her, his purple face
working violently. "Tell me- —”
he roared. But a young man
stepped between.
CHAPTER 15
Linda saw that it was the slim,
blue-eyed cavalier of the English
class. He must have been stand
ing hy her all the time.
“Stop!” he said, In a curiously
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In the underworld circle of Spike’s
case, lives Tillie and Larry. Larry
is in love with Tillie, but Spike, the
boss, owns her. Tillie looks at a
stone in a jeweler’s window. The
desire for it flashes into her face,
which is almost as primitive as that
seen on the face of Musa and again
on the face of Cecile.
Shirley could be conceited, but
she was not vain.
It was without vanity that she
realized Roger as carrying off
one of the loveliest women in
New York, chaperoned by a
wealthy and ambitious aunt, and
being more than a little over
awed by his own achievement.
It was without vanity that she
proposed to say to him —“The
rules of life my father and I
held are not for you, Roger.
They are mastering you; when'
you should He mastering them/
Let us give it all up. Let as
drop right out and live in a su
burb and give no man the right
to think, that anything could ever
be his that is yours—yours—abso
lutely yours. Roger.”
But suppose Roger refused to
drop out? She faced ft with
something like alarm. If she
could neither help him to a career
nor delight him only in herself,
there remained absolutely nothing
that she could give him—and
somewhere in her there still
lingered the firm belief that mar
riage was giving.
“I suppose we shall rub along
somehow and make something of
it,” was the conclusion tn which
she came. "If only I didn't feel
unexcited tone. “Leave this lady <
alone, or I shall have to hit you.”
The boy ca |rn,v removed the shell
glasses, snapped them into their
case and pocketed It.
The angry man blinked at him,
made rs if to roar again, and then
stepped back. “That young son
of a—stole my pig.” he explained
loudly. But the boy’s white fist
shot forward and crashed upon
his mouth. The blow was not a
hard one, but it ought him un
awares. The man rolled over in
the gravel. *
Linda found her arm In the
steady grasp of her rescuer, and
her steps directed toward the
Crow’s Nest coffee house, at the
corner of Campus Avenue.
He led her to a corner table and
sat down opposite her. “Beastly
mess, that,” he said languidly.
“That chap with the pig ought to
be jailed—defacing the campus
like that. Rather an ugly brute
that chased him, too, but I’m in
clined to think he had the law on
his side. If he had not annoyed
you. I’d never have interfered.
Serves those young upstarts right
to get caught now and then, at
their childish pranks.” He took
the glasses from their case, pol
ished them daintily with a white
handkerchief, and put them once
more astride his classic nose.
Linda frowned. The sight "L
Thomas buried face down in the
hollyhocks had given her R had
moment. “What do you suppose
Tom was doing with the pig?” »he
queried.
The boy shrugged. “Stealing it
under the guise of a collegiate
prank, I suppose. That’s the sort
of thing one has to expect in
these American colleges,” he said.
“Aren’t you an American?”
Linda asked, looking at him wide
eyed. Foreigners were an un
known quantity in Redhill.
The boy flushed. “I am. But
that doesn't mean I am as crude
as most American college men. I
hope to end my college career at
Oxford, if you must know.” His
tone, to mask the hurt ’ she had
dealt his vanity, was Insolent.
"Oh,” said Linda meekly. Ox
ford was the vaguest name to her.
"Rhodes scholar, you know,” he
went on. “Mean to work my
head off, to get it—-several years
at Oxford and then the Grand
Tour of the Continent—jtist like
Bvrnn and all those toffs.”
“Byron,” repeated Linda, “he
wks the one who wrote ‘The Isles
of Greece,’ wasn't he?“
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so certain that Roger is Incom
petent}’ I don’t believe he can hold
his own with men like Alan —I
believe if anything went seriously
wrong he would be in a panic—
he might even bolt.
He can only keep .things go
ing, really, when someone else
has done all the rough work for
him. • • Strange, strange,
strange that *[ should have loved
him, that I should love him still!”
. Back swung the pendulum- of
!th<r thoughts. She* loved Roger.'’*
* • -• She was brooding .on her
love for him when, walking al
most at her stirrup, she found
Alan.
“Day-dreaming? I thought you
were too sane. Shirley!”
She had pulled up, still half in
her dream. She looked down at
Alan, standing bareheaded at her
knee: she noted afresh the in
tense blue of his eyes, the hair
that lay like a steel cap against
the finely moulded head; the firm,
kindly lips and the weathered
skin. • • ♦ she knew her si
lence was unusual but the spell
of it was strongly upon her and
she could not break it.
"I’m afraid you're annoyed with
me. Shirley, for talking as I did
an*fla
The boy withered her with a
glance. “Os course —and 'Don
Juan’ and ‘She "VValks in Beauty.’
You’re pretty dumb, you know.”
But he could not long refrain from
telling her about himself. “I am
Leonard’ Van Horn, from .Toplin,
andcl’m down here to study, get
the best education this old school
has to give me. From what I've
seen, these last two weeks,-there
aren’t many others here that can
sav that.'”
Linda showed surprising cour
rjre. “You hate yourself, don't
you?”
But the boy did not notice the
remark. “Look here,” he said.
“I’ve been watching you in Miss
Collins’ class. I think you’re the
only girl in Marbury who cares
about the things I care for—
books, poetry, music and all.that.
You seem to have some sense.
Say, will you let me take you to
the Barnwarming tonight? i,have
two tickets, but until now, I
hadn’t been able to find anyone
I thought was suitable to take.
I’d never have dared to speak to
you. If that bounder hadn’t given
me a chance. Will you go—it
won’t take long to fix up a farm
costume, will it? I’ve got some
overalls 1 wear when I'm fixing
my car. If the party turns out
to be stupid, we can talk about
Shakespeare and such things. I’d
like to hear your views.”
Linda whs looking rather'
mystified. She toyed with her
napkin. Then she raised her
dark eyes to his eager face. “I'll
be glad to go with you,” she said.
There were two hours in which
to press the one gingham apron
she had brought from Redhill, at
tach organdie collar and. cuffs,
buy a huge ribbon bow for her
hair and purchase low-heeled, one
strap, patent leather pumps, such
as girls wore in country schools.
She parted from Leonard Van
Horne outside the Crow's Nest
and started down toward Broad
way to make her purchases, she
was going to the Barn warming.
The house on Mulberry Stieet
was ablaze with lights w : ho n she
came home at half past six, with
her bundles under her arm. She
could hear the chatter of girls in
every room, as she climbed the
stair-8 hurriedly. The loudest
noise seemed to be coming from a
group in Dulcy’s room.
She hurried into her room
snapped on the light, laid (he pari
cels on the table. Then - she
paused a moment. There was a
strange sweet odor in the sj r an
odor that brought hack hazily the
ecent of the opera house In Red-
TA« National Daily
Spike is very angry at Tillie
for hanging around Larry and
he tells her not to make him
jealous. Tillie assures him that
she won’t and when he is about
to leave, she puts her arms
around him and coaxes him to
stay. Tillie begs Spike to buy
the diamond, but he refuses.
By Virginia Swain
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Three men enter the jewelry store. One of the men desires
to match a broken cuff link. As the jeweler turns liis back
to reach, for a tray, a gun’js pressed against him with a com
mand to keep his hands on the tray. One of the-other men as
sumes air the mannerisms of a salesman. They steal the ring,
leaving the jeweler in a very nervous state, still fingering jew
elry trays on the counter.
last night" -Alan was tumbling
a little over his words, "I see
now how abominably rude it was.
At the time I was merely thought
less. I—” , ,
"Oh, I’d forgotten it! Shirley
shook herself into speech. "I Just
assumed you and Roger had been
arguing about Something—Mace
donia, probably—and you got the
worst of it!" She forced herself
into teasing laughter. •
, “Yfs/’ Alan did not respond- to
* the laughter. "Oh, yes. 1 got
the worst of It’’
Shirley frowned. Last night
Alan had seemed to acquiesce in
an atmosphere of genial blg
brotherliness. This morning he
was again the censor, curt and
aloof. • • ’He was saying
something about stocks.
“I'm extremely sorry about
Corto Bellas.”
' "Do you mean that you are
sorrv. that you were rude about
them?”
“No. Haven’t you seen the
paper?”
“What about Corto Bellas?
"They' crashed rather badly yes
terday. They are down to 15 and
still falling. 1 ’
It was annoying, thought Shir-
hill. on one occaalon when the
management had planned a very
sumptuous presentation of the
film, “Broken Blossoms.” ’ In
cense!' That was it..
Linda sniffed curiously, then
looked around. On her desk
stood a shallow little bowl of some
milky white stone, semi-translu
cent. From a little pillar of ash
in the center of the bowl, a
slender filament of smoke curled
upward. She was still bending
over it, with a puzzled frown,
when a knock sounded on the
“Come,” she cried, and the door
pushed open. Dhan Gopal stood
on the threshold, in his dark,
impeccably neat clothes, his rose
pink turban making a blot of
light against the dark wall of the
corridor. e x
“Miss Linda has come too late
for dinner,” he was saying. “I
shall bring Miss Linda a tray?”
Linda was staring at him In
silence one hand clenched against
her breast. He was using the
clipped syllables and the clear
consonants of the voice she had
heard in Dr. Prine’s alcove in old
Brick Hall!
CHAPTER XVI
Dnn Gopal gave no sign that
hp observed he< frightened .far-.
Up stood quite still in the door
way. waiting for her to give- het
commands. . JU
At length Linda found her
voirp "Thank you,” she said.
‘TH have some tea—nothing else.
I haven’t time to eat.”
The man’s eyelids flickered as
though he were on the verge of
protesting. But instead he closed
the door again and we.lt nwky.
Linda laughed tremulously. Sqe
had probably imagined the con
nection between Dhan Gopal’s
voice and the mysterious voice
she had overheard in converse
with Dr. Prine.
For the next hour she worked
furiously, hemming up the ging
ham dress, sewing on the collar,
cutting off the tops of a pair of
hose to serve as half-socks. In
between stitches she sipped the
pale fragrant tea tn.it Gopal
brought her —tea utterly different
from the strong orange pekoe
that Mrs. Morris served in the
dining room downstairs.
At 8 o’clock Linda stood before
her mirror, younger by about ten
years than a half hour, before..
Her blue and white checked ging
ham, stiffly pressed, tied with a
wide organdie sash, might ha\e
been the school dress of an i
year-old.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)
MONDAY, JULY 2, 1928
By Carey Wilson and H. C. Vance
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choose that particular day to
drop.
“They go up and down, don’t
they?" she drawled. “I think Mr.
Cynaz said they might go down a
bit but they would eventually go
to 58."
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"They might, I suppose. But—”
Again Shirley frowned. It was
really very wearing to be criti
cised like this at every turn. No
wonder poor old Roger found that
Alan got on his nerves a bit.
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The gang enters Spike’s case and
go directly to the back room where
they 4ieet Tillie and Spike. The.
stone is concealed in the cigar, which
is held by one of the croks. The
diamond is taken out of the cigar
and the crooks try to sell the stone
to Spike. (Continued tomorrow.) .
Roger was aenstive. Alaa was ,
■imply—forceful. »
“Well, ou revolt, Alan. I must
be back to lunch and time is run
ning short. So glad to have seen
you.’*
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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