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Uvm with h«r mother. MOLLY
mOMlTKm, h*r elder eleter, MYRA.
hrr
brother. M1KK.
KUrn's dead father, youger bob In
• titled Eaclleh fBmllr. left m comfortable
fortaae to provide for hie
wife md children. Irresponsible
. Molljr KoBBlter BOOB went thronch
the fortnae and elnce thrn tha
Bapport of the fBxnlly has derolred
mpon her two daashters.
Molly foolishly spends the
prerlons rent money to buy nnnscessary
clothes for Mike* At her
mother's snrKestlon Klien decides
work nt nlxht as n dance hall
hostess nntil the sam Is made up.
She coes to Drenmland and Interrlews
JACOB SALOMON who
o'crs n Job on condition that shs
snpply her own evenlnr dresses.
She has no erenlnc dress. Bitterly
disappointed, she hrnaks n
store mle and telephones the news
to her mother.
STKVEN BARCLAY, omner of
tho department store, sees her In
ths telephone booth nnd asks her
to come to his office. Kllen Is
Bare he Intends to dlscharce her.
NOW OO ON WITH TBE STORY
CHAPTER III
Ellen had her feet planted firmly
In her small world by the time she
had seated herself. She had seen
other girls pay the swift penalty for
this man's Intent interest? What
had possessed her?
"So you see It's really nothing,"
she concluded stiffly. "Only the
lack of an evening dress. I'm afraid
I've drawn a dreadful picture. It's
not a fair or truthful one. We have
lots of fun. We love each other.
Anyone would say that an evening
dress wasn't important."
"I wasn't going to say that."
Ellen felt suddenly annoyed with
herself, annoyed with Barclay, as
though he had taken advantage of
a moment of weakness to force an
unwilling confidence. What real interest
could a man who sailed for
Europe to buy a single piece of Jade
feel in the petty, financial difficulties
of one of his minor employes?
Her cheeks grew hot.
She remembered that Jenny Elkins
below in the basement had
promised to care for her counter
i only for 10 minutes. She glanced
| toward the door, longing to rush
j from the room.
Barclay noticed her restiveness
I and suspected her attitude.
| "No. I wasn't going to say that."
j he repeated. "I was going to tell
1 you something about myself, some-
she answered, that even if she were
it was too late to change.
"I'm sure I have that right," she
said. Her tone was resolute but
she softened it with a glance of shy
merriment.
The man considered a moment.
His face cleared and when he
smiled so many years dropped away
from him that Ellen felt he must
look almost as he had looked to
his young wife. She had thought
him handsome and distinguished
before but separated from her by
miles of spiritual distance, separated
from her by many years and
by great wealth. For the first time
she saw him not as her employer
but as a man..
"Well, if you won't, you won't!"
he said decisively. "It may be that
young girls should be suspicious of
older men bearing gifts—I dont
know. But I've thought of a compromise.
Surely you can't refuse to
borrow a dress."
"Borrow a dress!"
"Certainly. Don't look so astounded.
We seldom sell the gowns
that the models wear. You'll borrow
one of them and return it when
your engagement is over."
v S « S • •
Taking her consent for granted,
he turned at once to ring a bell.
THE BUNGLE FAMILY—
change her personality as they did
change her appearance, not even
the trying burnt orange or the deep
petunia could down the triumphant
flush of her clear skin or deaden
her bright hair.
When she came upon the gown of
ivory taffeta she knew . she
found her dress. It did not wiabo
her an ingenue.
her a duchess.
It did not TnwVe
It did not
her mysterious. It only made her
Ellen Rossiter, a girl of 20, cleareyed
and clear-skinned, a girl with
slender hands. and slender feet,
beautiful, but more than that, a
girl who was genuine and secure in
her own personality.
There were no ornaments, no
Ellen had neither the heart nor the
wish to demur. Indeed, she felt her
spirits rising. By so simple an act
as ringing a bell. Steven Barclay
had settled the problem of where
the Rossiter rent was to come from.
With the help of "a borrowed dress
it was coming from Dreamland.
A few minutes later a saleswoman
arrived with a lovely cargo of
evening dresses. Steven Barclay had frills on Ellen's dress.
slipped away. Ellen was alone in
the office. She appreciated the department
store owner's tact and his
wisdom. Barclay's was notoriously
a hotbed for gossip. The tiniest Incident
that involved Steven Barclay
was always of abnormal Interest to
his employes. Fortunately the saleswoman
who brought the gowns was
placidly incurious.
The next 15 minutes were sheer
heaven for Ellen. She had never
owned an evening gown, evening
gowns being one of the items Invariably
missing from Aunt Myra's
boxes. She had not known it would
be such fun to select a gown only
because it made her beautiful.
She stood before a long mirror
and help up before herself, one by
one, gowns that she was convinced
were the loveliest in the world. It
was pure bliss to see that, although
line and color seemed almost to
OH SO >rOU HAVE
"TWO? WHO IS
THE OTHER
OME? WHAT'
HER MA ME 9
It was only
white taffeta falling to the floor.
But it had been made in France by
a great couturier who called his
creation "Jeune FiUe."
Barclay returned after Ellen had
seen the other gowns carried away.
He glanced at the ivory taffeta over
her arm. He hesitated and then
said:
"I'm glad you selected that one.**
As Ellen looked into his eyes she
saw with a little shock, half of fear
and half of strange pride, that life
was suddenly becoming exciting.
(To Be Continued)
Randolph Field, 14 miles from
San Antonio, Tex., will soon become
the world's greatest aviation school.
Already costing nearly $10,000,000
with expenditure of $40,000,000 more
possible, the field will be used for
training men in the U. S. army air
corps.
THE SUSPECT
LET ME...? OH VCS...
LARITA l_A RAJ_OMAl
SHE'S NOT SO GOOD
AT WORK. SPEUL-S
WORDS EXACTLY THE
WAY I PRONOUMCE
THEM. ANO OTHER
FAULTS UKE
THAT.
Without giving Sue an opportunity
to answer her question, Grace
went on talking, giving her own
answer. "I grew up across the
street from Jimmy. I was always
there. I comforted him when he
couldnt get what he wanted. I
helped him when he needed help.
And after a while he decided that 1
was necessary to him He loVed
me . . . because he needed me. Now
he is able to go alone. He's arriving.
^nd I'm an old story. Not
even an interesting story. He has
more self-confidence now. He isn't
afraid to risk his wings. And there
are places he didn't fly before. Ho
has to see them now. Maybe he
loves me yet. I think he does. But
he is bored with me.
away."
So I'm going
Sue knew that she should have
told Grace that that was the worst
thing she could do. She should
have explained that such an action
would leave the field open to the
enemy. But somehow she could
not. If it had been Jack—but it
never could be! — she couldn't
have cheapened the happlhess they
had known by letting It grow shoddy
like this. She would have wanted
to go away, too, knowing that
when Jack had fought his battle
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he would send for her. And if he
dldnt. It would be better to have a
new circle of interests.
"I think you should go . away,
Grace," Sue said. "Where will
you go?":
*T have a little money. - Some
friends of mine live In New York.
Ill visit them. They are girls who
have a studio in Greenwich Village.
If I get a job 111 stay a while.
I wish you could come down while
I'm there."
It seemed to Sue that a voice
from somewhere announced suddenly
that she would go down
while Grace was there. It was foolishness.
she knew. Of course she
wouldn't. But she couldnt get
away from it. A long time later
she remembered that strange sensation.
"When are
asked Grace.
you leaving?" Sue
"In a day or two. Sue, I have
had Jimmy at home for dinner exactly
seven times in four weeks.
He doesn't come in till late. Oh,
it's beastly to talk like this. But
I have to go away. You understand,
dont you? Maybe only cowards
run from the field of battle.
But when you arc too tired to fight
it's better to run than stand and
Bl_ACK.:.? L_ET
ME THINK-.?
WELL- I^VE
BEEN TOO
BUSY TO
NCmCE THAT.
WE'RE UP TO
OUR NECK IN
ORDERS FOR THAT
RADiO SILENCER
AND.
be shot down, I think. There's a
chance of Tictcry m leaving. There
be if I start to nag. I hate
nagging women I I wouldn't
any man for leaving one of them.**
Sue turned and looked up at the
living room window of Grace's
apartment as she started to climb
into her car a little later." Grace
stood against the lighted roocn/ a
slender black silhouette. She waved
one arm high.
All the way to her own boose.
Sue thought of Grace.
**My own life is quiet and hap*
py. w she mused. "Why do other
people's worries have to bump Into
me all the time? But Grace does
not deserve all of this. Maybe she
is Just exaggerating., the
tiling. Of course she la!"
whole
She turned to the side of the
road to let another car pass. A
and woman were sitting very cloee
together. The woman's hands were
clasped around the man's arm.
The two cars were so near that Sue
could see that The man wss Jimmy.
The woman, she knew, must
be Natalie Webber.
Sue was glad that her own living
room was lighted as she turned
She wanted bright-
into the drive.
ness.
NEXT;
LARTTA LA PALOMAJ
HOW IN THE. WORLD
DID VOU EVER COME
TO THINK OF HIRING
A* GIRL WITH SUCH
A NAME AISID-..T
OH GEORGE BUNGLE
DONT LOOK AT ME
AS THOUGH I,
WAS MERELY
ASKING VOU
A SILLY
QUESTION.
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(Copyright. 19S2)
With 994,000 barrels of oil produced
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CLASSIFIEDS FOR RESULTS
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she had 1 found her dress.
some inconsequential fault. She thing that might help you. or I hope
was prepared to pay It herself in it will. Are you bored?"
dignity and In pride. She thought Ellen quickly assured him she
dimly that the important thing was was not. She felt again and unwillingly
his quiet spell, felt his
to maintain her own courage.
Never before had she exchanged lack of condescension, his simple
a word with her employer. In her assumption that they were equals
six years of service she had seen and, as equals, could solve her problem.
But how? What possible help
him no more than half a dozen
times. Steven Barclay spent only could she accept from him?
two or three months a year In the "Don't think of me as a rich
•tore which bore his name; the man," he was saying. "Think of me
other months he wandered restlessly
about Europe adding to his col-
support a young wife and a young
as I was at your age, trying to
lection of Jades. But Ellen had assumed.
that he was responsible for when $15 a week meant more than
baby on $15 a week in the days
the strictness of the store, the it does now but not enough more.
countless, fretting rules, the rigid My wife wanted a dress too. She
discipline. She had youthfully wanted a pink dress with ribbons.
hated him for that.
She looked a little like you, had the
Barclay left her sitting at the same quick way. of turning her
rosewood desk, long snd flanked head. And they were wearing pink
with thin, slender vases of roses, and ribbons when she wanted the
while he turned to close the door dress."
opening Into his secretary's office.
e s e
Ellen's heart took another downward
dip. Her hands, folded in
her lap. ached from their tight grip
upon each other.
When Barclay sat down opposite
her she raised her frightened eyes.
She had been too really terrified
before, too appalled, to attempt to
draw any hope of a possible second
chance from Steven Barclay's face
or manner. But now. as she looked
at him. she saw all at once that she
had been wrong.
This man did not intend to dismiss
her. He leaned forward, his
fine, lined
pathy.
face grave with sym-
-I hope." he began almost apologetically.
"that you won't think I'm
interfering in something which
does not concern me. I am of
course. But perhaps you'll forgive
me when I tell you that I can not
bear to see an employe—to see
someone so young as you are—in
such trouble without attempting to
learn if there is something I can
do. Some way that I can help."
Ellen had been prepared for dismissal.
She had not prepared for
sympathy. For a moment revulsion
of feeling made her actually dizzy.
Her heart was suffocating her and
she felt she could hardly breathe.
But she forced herself to answer
him.
"It's—it's nothing Important,"
she managed at length.
"I was afraid you'd say that. It
probably would be nothing to me.
Obviously it's not that to you. But
I do think it's nothing that can't
be solved. Wont you tell me?"
1 • e e
At any other time Ellen would
have withdrawn into the fastness of
the Rossiter pride. Just then she
had such an overwhelming need for
sympathy, such an overwhelmHig
need for the advice of someone
older, someone responsible, that the
whde story was out before she
could check tbe rush of words.
Myra and Bert; her mother and her
disastrous shopping tours; Mike,
delightful baby Mike, who should
have his chance; the Brooklyn
apartment and the countless, harrasstng
worries to balance on their
slim shoulders the burden of a
family, an that and more she
poured forth.
She stopped at last In constema-
Ellen forgot Jenny Elkins in the
basement. She had not known
that Barclay had been poor. It was
hard to .imagine that distinguished,
graying man who wore clothes so
carefully cut, so Indicative of
wealth, in such a role. But she
could visualize clearly the young
wife who had wanted a pink dress
with pink ribbons.
"No one offered to give her that
dress." Barclay continued. "If anyone
had I'm sure we both would
have refused it. We were proud,
you understand—proud as you are
proud. I was going to become a
rich man—going to buy her dozens
upon dozens of dresses." He hesitated
and added almost roughly,
"She was dead—dead with my
young son before she ever had a
pink dress."
Ellen gave a distressed little cry.
"We had fun too," he told her.
"Much the same sort of fun you
and your brother, Mike, and your
sister, Myra, are having now. But
if we'd only been less stiff-necked,
less afraid of thifc motives of other
people, how much easier it would
have been."
"Afraid?".
The heavy Rossiter brows rose in
twin peaks.
"Young people havent changed
much in spite of all the shouting,"
Barclay observed obliquely. "Thev're
still afraid, aren't they, to accept a
favor to do a greater favor? They're
Just as Auspicious, Just as conventional
and every bit as proud. You,
I'm sure, would never allow me to,
give you a lift. - You wouldn't allow
me, would you, to give you one
dress from a store which has hundreds
of them? You'd rather hug
your troubles to yourself, worry
yourself sick, woulthrt you? You'd
rather be selfish."
-I'm afraid I would," EUcn admitted.
Barclay's smile was rueful. He
made one more attempt.
"You know, 6f course, that you
are depriving me of a great pleasure.
Are you sure you have that
right?"
Ellen felt confused. Was it possible
that she was too stiff-necked,
as he had accused her of being, too
conventional, too careful entirely?
Then she decided, so quickly that
almost no pause befor*
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