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t -. ? s" k i. "V M titer - thea suu,..-. by aar sister that tu ... Ik work. Is closing up. Over . , test at Sybil, Joaa unen a secre tarial ad requiring Mm night work. Th fascinating proprietor, Earl Miller, en gage her al once, at a (alary of M per week and IniliU upon paying her In ad vance, area though ihe lack reference. Sybil inspect omethlng ilnliter and divine Joan' quick Interest In Karl. She plead with her not to take the job and the two quarrel. Joan accept Karl' dinner Invitation. , Now continue with the story. CHAPTER III . Joan felt Karl's irritation towards Sybil, t "My parents are both dead," he explained. "Syb feels that she has to look after me." But even Joan was annoyed to find Sybil waiting up for them later that night. "It's almost two o'clock," Sybil snapped. "What's the idea?" Karl Miller looked amused as he stood hat in hand in the doorway. "In that case, I shall say good night without further delay." When he had gone Joan turned furiously to her sister. "Why did you have to say that? I'm old enough to manage my own affairs." There were deep circles of fatigue beneath Sybil's blue eyes. Her voice seemed to echo like a warning through the old-fashioned, high-ceil-inged rooms. "You've got to quit working for Karl Miller I You've got to quit tomorrow!" The sisters stared at each other In the dimly lit room. Joan threw her head back defiantly as she cried, "You've made Karl angry! You had no right to do that." Sybil smiled ruefully. "He looked more amused than angry. "It's up to me to look after you, Joan. I feel responsible since mother and dad are gone. If anything happened, I'd never forgive myself." I know, Syb! And we mustn't quarrel about it." She yawned and started for the bedroom but Sybil caught her arm "Then you will quit working for Karl Miller?" "No. I will not. I'm twenty years old, Sybil, and I'm not going to let you or anyone else run my life. The grandfather's clock in the cor ner chimed. "Two-thirty," Joan observed, evading Sybil' worried glance, "We'd better get some sleep. Don't you have to work in the morning?" "No. Today was my last day From now on i m one or the un employed." "And you expect me to quit my job? Oh, no, Syb! I'm making a good salary and whether you think so or not, Karl is a gentleman." "Maybe so," Sybil said as she snapped off the lamp, "but I don't trust him." The next day Joan Leland arrived t the Club Elite promptly at two o'clock. Karl Miller's office was filled with baskets of flowers. To night was opening night but Karl was unruffled behind his desk, im peccably dressed in a gray suit, a red carnation in his buttonhole. She was glad that she had woni her best black dress. It was an ex pensive sophisticated dress, the kind of dress Joan knew Karl would ap prove. Heavy silver earrings were her only ornament, and she had used a touch of mascara, a dash of dark red lipstick. Joan had the assur ance of a woman who knew that she looked her best. Her green eyes sparkled as she closed the office door behind her. "Good afternoon," she said de murely. Her employer was not the type to evade issues. "I've been thinking about your sister, Joan. Tell me something about her." Joan removed her hat and coat and smoothed her black hair before he replied, "Sybil's a little, low right now. You see, she's just lost her job. The beauty shop where" she worked has been closed." Ka. 4ughed. "Then perhaps that was she was in such a bad humorV" He ?id it with such apparent hon esty tnat Joan was not angry. She sat dwn at ber own small desk be side Karl's and mechanically insert ed r jheet of paper in her typewrit er. Karl suddenly leaned forward. "Wuld it please you if I could help your sister?" Tie girl's lovely face lifted inno cently to his. "Oh Karl, could you?" "I think so. A friend of mine, a Sr. Murdock, owns the Rita Beau ty Salon. If I ask her, I feel sure ah will be able to use another ex perienced girl." Joan's eyes were shining. "The Rite Beauty Salon! Oh, Karl, that's Wonderful!" It was one of the best - chops in town. . Sybil would be Thrilled. ;iOt course," Karl continued, "jTnir sister may not want any as sistance from me since she so ob viously dislikes me." ... "I'm sure Sybil win appreciate H very much," Joan assured him. "It Was sweet of, you to think of her, , fcsriv , - ? 1 $ -; But with a. Swift Change of , tude Karl had ground out his ciga ntu and whsa Jut turned ag&ia to i i i) iii k - M "All right! From now on I'm not y hurl another -woad. Ifoaf CM d Just as yob; like, Joan ' Joan his eyes were void of any emo tion. "Get that orchestra leader on the telephone," he said. "I have some instructions to give him." "Yes, Mr. Miller!" and as Joan dialed the number she found her self more than ever intrigued by this man who had offered to help her sister. This strange enigma that was Karl Miller. At six o'clock Joan decided to go home for dinner. In two hours she could easily make it and she was eager to tell Sybil of her good for tune. Her sister looked up in surprise as Joan burst into the living room. "What on earth are you doing home? You didn't by any chance quit?" "Don't be silly!" Joan cried, throwing her hat on the table. "I have wonderful news for you. Karl can get you a job at the Ritz Beauty Salon." Sybil was genuinely surprised. "The Ritz? That smart new shop on Post street?" "Nothing less! Isn't it wonderful? Karl knows the owner. He's going to call her and fix it up for you." "But it's one of the best shops in town," Sybil said unbelievingly. "Of course! Wasn't it nice of him? Honestly, Sybil, how can you dis like a man who is so kind? Imagine his thinking about a job for you to day, of all days, when he's so busy with theclub opening! Syhilas standing by the win dow. "Doesn't look like a very good night for it. It's going to rain." "Is that all you can say!" Joan cried indignantly. "Karl said may be, since you didn't like him, you wouldn't want his help. But I thought you would." Sybil turned, "You're right, Joan! I do need the job. You may tell Mr. Miller that I appreciate it very much." Joan did not notice the coldness of her sister's reply. She was hap pily unconscious of the expression on Sybil's face. "How about dinner? I m starved, have to be back at the club by eight." Sybil broiled the chops while Joan made a salad. "I see you're wearing your good black dress to work. What's the idea?" "Why not?" Joan retorted. "I'm making fifty dollars a week now and I have to look my best." "You didn't seem to think it nec essary when you worked for Mr. Mulford." Joan put the salad bowl on the table and set places for two. "You know how I feel about Karl, Syb!" she said in a low voice. "Why make it hard for me?" "All right! From now on I'm not saying another word. You can do just as you like, Joan. Maybe it's none of my business, after all." Joan put an affectionate arm about her sister. "Don't feel that way, darling. But give me a little credit for knowing what I'm doing. I'm not a child, you know." Sybil smiled as she turned back to the stove but she said no more. As Sybil had predicted, it was raining when Joan reached the club but the weather had not seemed to affect business. Already the first guests were arriving. The bar was crowded. Gay laughter, conversa tion, tinkling glasses made an ex citing combination of sounds which spelled success for the future. Joan felt a little thrill of pride as she passed on down the corridor to the office. She settled herself at her desk and began to type. Karl was not there. Her mind wandered as she worked. Only a week ago she was working for Arthur Mulford. Now everything was different. Life had turned a fresh page, which Joan felt sure would be filled with adventure-. It must nave been fate that she an swered Karl Miller's advertisement. Fate that Mr. Mulford had gone out of business and been forced to fire her. i . She was thinking so intently that when he opened the door she felt the color rush into her cheeks. And she knew that his keen eyes had observed tier embarrassment .. Karl seemed pleased. "Every thing's going fine. Couldn't be bet tor By the way, I spoke to Mrs. Murdock. Tell your sister she can start work Monday morning." i - "Oh thank you!" Joan cried. "Iff so kind of you, Karl!" 1 ? He rose, came around the desk. "Has it made you happy. JoanT'" "Of course," her eyes faltered be neath the steel-blue eyes. Karl Miller laughed softly as he drew her into his powerful arms. Sybil's warnings rang in her ears but the pounding of her heart over came them as her lips blindly met his. There was strange magic in itarl Miller's kiss. How long Karl field her in that embrace, Joan didchot know. When he released hr he' put a hand beneath her chin ard looked deeply into the green eyes that Were filled with emotion. " "Oh, Karl! ' Joan cried softly, but before she could say more the oftcw door opened and a man entered. His eyes caught the littltS scene and he turned to go. "Sorry, Karl! See you later." Joan turned back to her desk with flaming cheeks but Karl Miller did not seem embarrassed. "It's all right, Paul! Come on in. I don't think you've met my new secretary. Miss Leland, this is Paul Sherman." Joan was forced tc look into a pair of brown eyes. Their owner was tall and lithe. He had a quick smile, brown curly hair. It was a good-looking face, with its straight 4 nosa and square jaw. ... , j, Tm very giaaT&TtreeryoU', FtfnT Sherman said emphatically. Joan acknowledged the introduc tion and turned quickly back to her typing. What would this man think of her? Karl had said, "My new sec retary," which implied that they had not been acquainted long. Joan told herself that she didn't care what Paul Sherman thought, yet for some indefinable reason she did. "Paul is my right-hand man," Karl said, opening a. panel in the wall which revealed a tiny but com plete bar. "He manages the club. You'll probably be seeing a lot o! each other. Have a drink, Paal?" The other sat down and crowed his long legs. "A short one. I have to get out front again. Things look good, Karl . . . What do you think of the club, Miss Leland?" At the unexpected question ad dressed to her, Joan started. "It's very nice," she replied, dark lashes sweeping over her embarrassed green eyes. She had an uncanny feeling that Paul Sherman was star ing at her, conscious of her em barrassment. She was so confused that she made three mistakes in one line. It was not easy for her to tun emotion off and on as Karl Millet did. She marvelled at his coolness as he sat on the edge of his dea and talked to Paul. , "By the way," Paul was saying, his eyes still on Joan, "Eric want to see you. He's in the bar. Wants J you to meet some people. "I'll go then. Coming, Paul?" Paul finished his drink. "I'm tight with you, Karl." - Joan was relieved when they had gone. She pushed back her ehaif and made no pretense of finishing the letter she had been typing It was thus that Paul Sherman fdund her when he returned to the office a few seconds later. She started guiltily when he cama in. "Oh, it's you again!" "You don't seem too pleased to see me," Paul observed, shutt'nf the door carefully behind him. "Bur as a matter of fact, I came bck o purpose." Joan stared at him in disapproval "You mean that no one wanted to see Karl?" "Oh sure! That was legitimate, but when I saw a chance to slip away, I took it." His friendly smile made it difficult to be offended. "Well," Joan asked flatly, "What do you want?" Paul laughed, displaying, even white teeth. "To talk to you. You needn't be so annoyed. After siL I am the manager of the club." - Was there a hirit of cynicism to his voice? 'Trn sorry," Joan fauV' trying to smUet;-V guess I't&Jtm' used to this type -of work yst.'T . 'That's what!' am.' getting t," Paul 'said seriously. "How did Vat happen to com to-. work iter itar' Miner anywayT-rv"Vr jhWawdby Wedem Htaat ,IW; " .1 K if Senor Gomez VERNQK'Irstty"). Gomez, the T Yankees' veteran sbutJipawvho staged a remarkable comeback jast year, is in hopes of another good season. . El Goofy won 15 and lost five for the Yankees in 1941. This will be his 13th season with the world's champions. He has been in five world series with them. His banner year was 1934, when he topped the league in practically all important pitching departments. He holds the world series record of six victories and no defeats. Gomez recalls that, with Ed Bar row's encouragement, he put on 23 pounds following his excellent 1934 season. Barrow expected the weight gain to give Lefty more power. The WO aw"nwWewwaw - LEFTY GOMEZ following season proved otherwise. The overweight hurler was very much of a floo. Out with an injury a couple of Both are so pleasing in style and pOESN'T this picture of our two attractive aprons inspire you to .start a sewing bee at once? no Br 'CQfimtjo.- years ago, Lefty piled on quite a number of pounds. When he limped home with only three victories and three defeats for the season, he was convinced that surplus weight was a thing of evil. Too, his arm looked as though it were gone for good. But be came back again last season to win 15. With any luck, his 183 vic tories for the Yankees should be ex panded to 20 this season. Lefty's major league debut wasn't a howling success. He walked into his first big league game in 1930 against Detroit when two men were oft base. Xefty toolf-TwfHoi1g--wlnrj-ups and both base runners stole home. Senor Gomez departed for St. Paul with a minimum of delay. In 1932 he was back with the Yankees to stay. He had proved his ability and the Bronx Bombers welcomed him with open arms. His mates, together with a few million fans, hope that El Goofy will hit the 200 victory mark before the 1942 season draws to a close. Aerial Artist Cornelius Warmerdam, the .'Si year-old California Dutchman who holds all world pole-vaulting rec ords, is both elated and disappoint) ed over his recent triumphs. Just a short time ago, Warmer dam made the highest vault in his tory a gravity-defying leap of 15 feet TV inches. "Of course I was thrilled at setting the new record," Warmerdam said, "but 1 guess I'll never really be satisfied until I've cleared the bar at 16 feet. I had my heart set on reaching that mark." Warmerdam established the new record on his third and final try at the 53rd Boston A. A. track games. Not content with this mark, he requested officials to raise the bar to 15 feet 10 inches. After resting half an hour, War merdam went back to work. Be made three rapid tries. On his final vault, he appeared to clear the bar at more than 18 feet. 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