THURSDAY, JULY 27, 1933
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A
pvetty young woman finds hr-
m a taxicab in New Tiork with
;i strange man who addresses her
tiuloaringly and speaks of "an awlul
-hock." When he leaves her for a
ir.-.ment to go into a drug store she
,;iivcs on, for she fears him. She
at the Biltmore Hotel still won
, .t-iing who she is. Her memory is
pjne. The tags on her bags have the
initials D. V. This does not help her
M member who she is. She goes .into
-the ladies' room and there sees her-
ilf in the imrror. Xow Go On With
The Story.
completely alone. Yet somewhere sure
ly the must have friends. Perhaps
they were looking for her now- She
smiled. She would remember. Of
course she would remember.
She turned to go into the outer i
room. The girl was gone. J
She went to the small dressing tahle ;
and picked up her hat and tittej.it!
.-U-wly on her hea'd- Then she looked
fur her purse made the gesture of
picking it up. and found that her ling-
gers s l i.i ov,. the smooth surluce ot
th dressing table only,
was not there.
It was not on the door.
in the room.
She walked out in tho lobby once
mortf. It was evident that the girl
had taken it. but she was nowhere to
be seen.
The purse
I, was not
your husband on the seas we will hart
to console ourselves together until ht
comes hack to us!" She listened
breathlessly her husband on the seas!
It seemed too good to be true.
"Oh. she is frightened," said the
w.,aian fondly- addressing nobody- as
MtmeJ to be one of her habits. "And
no wonder. So young. And such ex
eilemuit." The bellboy :l -tood beside the
biggage T!u- fat little wuman turned
u Doris. "He would not believe I was
M
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Va!.
And everything else faded from her
mind because though she saw with
relief that she was young and pretty,
that she was well dressed .and had an
air of smartness, not one flicker came
ir-.to her hinj of any kind of recollec
tion. Sh-i could n:-t even decide
whether s'e had even seer, herself be
to; x oi ttl - Hut j.'ie v as t( f.r.inly
,'iel.ng better. She s .,-! u: i gazed
. : in ) gazed deen :n;o htr own eves..
"Well, you'll know yourself the next
time you see yourself, Girlie," said a
voice, "But if you haven't anything to
do for the rest of the day would you
let nie take a crack at that mirror for
a minute?"
She turned.
A girl was grinning at her. A rt'.kish
dashing girl with lips a lively red.
"Hello," she faltered. Perhaps this
girl was her friend.
"Move over, Cutie." The stranger's
violet eyes were ringed with mascara.
Her pretty lids were painted blue.
"Cot something in my eye and this is
the only mirror I can get close to."
She edged in and pullej competently
at her lashes.
"That's a shame," said the nameless
L'irl sympathetically. She wanted to
shout: Do you know me? What's my
name?
The new girl fished a speck of black
out of her eye "There. That's that!"
She stood back and eyed herself with
critical' admiration.-
The nameless girl watched with a
friendly eye, hoping that the newcom
er's greeting had meant a former ac
quaintance. But the girl took no fur
ther notice of ehr for the moment.
The nameless girl took off her gloves
.o wash her hands. There was the
wedding ring again, she thought:
W edding rings wre usually inscribed
on the: inside. She drew it off and be
gan to examine it.
She found fhe inscription:
"H. L. V, to D. M., May 19th, l'Jd-V
II- L. V, to-D. M. The bridegroom
would be H. L. V. . And he had given
the ring to the bride, D. M. And "n
their wedding day which was Mav 19,
li:!2.
She examined the ring wonderingly,
turning it in her fingers.
The other earl spoke again. This
time here voice held a note of hunior
ou : sarcasm.
"You're lucky that way, too."
"Lucky?" .
"Yeh! Got a wedding ring. I'm, that
vvay. too." Her husky voice grew more
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Densmore Shute, young golf pro of
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open championship in a play-off wit?
Craig Wood of Deal, N. J. .
Civilization's trl
umpb is now in the
kitchen where it is,
not found necessary
to overheat the,
whole room in order to bake a chicken.;
satirical. "Luc
get so luckv?"
""iou don't sound as it you liked be
!vle; married " The nameless earl spoke
disinterestedly.
"Do I look crazy ."'
"Not ,at all. Tell me" The name
less girl paused. She wanted to ask if
tins talkative woman had ever seen
her before. But it was hard to find
the proper words. Such a question
would seem verv odd. She fingered
her ring thoughtfully. May Nine
teenth? She wondered how long ago
that was. "Do you know the date to
dav. by any chance " she asked finally-
"Do I know the date? Ask me "
"I do ask you."
"She asks me. She asks me the
date. Ask me now if I can forget it.
The answer is no. No, I can't-" She
sighed. She was rubbing some blue
paste carefully into her upper eyelid.
"Excuse me. Girlie, for inflicting my
dismal personal life on you, but you
asked me the date. The date is 'der
tag.' Get it der tag!"
"I'm afraid I don't."
"You wouldn't. It's just one of those
things."
"The day "
"The day I say good-by to all this
The day the big fight starts. And be
lieve me, it's going to be a good old
war while it lasts. The day, in words
of one svlable, that 1 go off to prison."
"Prison!"
"Yeh. But I don't mean wlwt you
mean. I'm going to be a bird m a
gilded cage, dearie, see? But, excuse
me. you a-'ked me for the date, dutn t
you it's the nineteenth.
"Not May Not May the nine
teenth!", The talkative girl swung around,
and put her hands on her hips. Her
expression va a little sarcastic "Now
listen. No kidding! Do you think it's
December the nineteenth? It's May
the nineteenth. Girlie, and '' She
went on talking but her audience was
no longer listening. She was think
mg. This was the nineteenth of May
and her wedding day.
She looked once more into the mir
ror. Her eyes were starry with ex
citement Besides the varnished face
U" the other girl she looked young
and very beautiful, but she was not
thinking of that now. She was think
ing that some of the pictures of her
)ig-saw puzzle past were beginning to
tit in. She had been married that day
to the man in the cab. She hated him.
1 he shock of marrying him had made
her lose her memory, and no wonder.
She was grateful to the strong en
closing walls around her for shielding
her from that nian. She was grateful
to thn citv.fo,. being so big and Jin
personal that she coulj lose her-elf in
it All she needed now was to rest
quietly until her memory returned.
Her action in leaving that -man ha
been nure v instinctive, -but she was
glad that she had done it. Still, she
wondered, was it as simple as it: now
Rppmed? She married a man she
hated and then lost her memory be
cause he was so horrible, and then had
left htm. She was not satislied. I
seemed too easy an explanation, Why
had she married him? She would have
to finj him again sooner or later am
tell him that she must divorce him
She could do that at Reno for this
strange chatty girl to whom she had
scarcely been listening was talking
about Reno,
"If I had the doutrh. Baby., believe
nie I'd be on my way to Reno right
now."
"It's easy to get a divorce in Reno.
isn't it?
"If you have the dough! But that
a big if, Girlie."
"How much does it cost?"
.'About a thousand dollars, including
the trip and everything, but I know
a girl, who did it for seven hundred
and fifty. She haj a friend living out
there, and her living expenses didn't
cost her anything."
"It doesn't take very long, does it?"
"It takes exactly six weeks. Oh, ask
me anything about Reno. I know.
I've been studying up on it like it was
the Bible. You got to go out there and
establish a residence, stay there six
weeks, then file your suit. . "
As she talked the nameless gl was
wondering. It was a little fantastic
to bo thinking of Reno when she did
not yet know for certain that she was
unhappily married. Could it be pos
sible that the man in the cab was not
her husband? Surely in a few mo
ments she would be able to remember
about, herself, and when she.. did there,
would be time enough to make ruT?.
."So- it's actually the ninet,yih of
May today."
"II 1, yes. There you go i'W'
The nameless girl slipped he rd-.i
ding ring slowly back on her fin?".
The girl in the blue coat wfted.
"nNot so crazy about it, eh well, there
are a good many like you, Baby. Be
lieve me, there's a lot like you that
can't seem to see the charm in the old
cottage for two stuff with the roses
or what have you around the door."
She leaned over more closely. "It's
not a bad little item to hock," she
caid. :
"I think I'll throw it down the first
sewer I come to." said the nameless
girl. -
"If I Had the r- ' . r t-y " - ' '
The woman crew knidlv anil fer
vent. "There's always Reno," she
said. She became thoughtful. "If that
cheap-scate husband ot mine weren't
.-o d---n stingv Baby, there's always
Reno, if you have the dough. Ami you
seem to have plenty !"
"ou mean I could get a divorce?'
said the nameless girl.
It's easy in Reno specially for a
girl like you with plenty of Cash."
The woman's eyes had dropped to
the open hand bag on the dressing
table. The nameless girl wondered if
.-lie could divorce a man whose name
she did not k.
"Reno'." s.uj the girl m the blue
coat. "G d! And if you knew what
1 have got to go through you wouldn't
hesitate.-". She rambled on in a tone
that was full of resentment and self-
pity. . 1 tie nameless girl paid little
heed. Again she noticed the woman's
eyes on the bills that were visible in
hor purse
Now it occurred to her to count thorn
and iin,) how much she bad. As she
did so silence fell over the small
room oi which the two were for the
moment the only .occupants.
There wore nine hundred dollars m
bills. And something under ten -dollars
in her com purse.
She closej her purse, and as she did
so, she was aware of a certain tense
ness m -the atmosphere. She turned
her head to stare at the other frirl, and
e could, have sworn that as she did
v to Reno Now."
so the woman turned away as if to
give the impression that she had not
been watching the younger one. Her
lonner friendliness was washes from
her lace- but there was a watchfulness
in the lines of the figure that the
nameless girl could not understand.
Perhaps the other girl did know her.
Perhaps that was why she had spoken.
And perhaps the lack of response in
the nameless girl had oft ended her.
So she reasoned, not in any way
connecting the girl's sudden change
with the large roll of bills she had
shown.
"I've met you some pi, ice, haven't 1? '
she said at last half timidly.
Hut thi' other girl
to talk. "Doubt that
The nanieles- girl
anj a row ot wash
)o;mng room. hiu
liaviiur hat and
dressing table.
Her leeling of depression had now
completely lifted. She was separated
irom a man she hated; She was in ,a
comfortable hotel. She had plenty of
money. She woulj make .up a name,
regisu'r under it- and try to get a good
rest.
She washed he,, hands in warm water.-
Then she let ice water chill her
wrist and hands, thinking thai, the
shock might restore her memory. A
cobl shower would be even better, she
thought almost happily. She looked
thoughtfully in the glass. She was
o longer wanted
-ne said bruilv.
aw a towel rack
an, Is in an ad-
rose and went in,
tuse on the tiny
CHAPTER II
When you have just lost vou name,
your lamily (if any) and your whole
collection of remembrances of your
early life, the disappearance ot nine
b.undrej dollars does not seem as im
portant to you as it would under or
d;na ry circumstances.
Annoyance was her strongest emo
tion as she walked toward her lug
gage. It did not occur to her to try to
follow the thief. He mind was still
too lazed. Her consciousness was
tilled with loss. The money seemed
only part of the general wiping out of
possessions.
But now as she neared her bags she
saw that a fat little woman was ap
parently trying to take possession of
them. Waving pudgy little hands in
the air, she was addressing the bellboy
in charge of them,
"But naturally. 1 will take eluu'ge of
the baggage!"
The woman's voice was low and
commanding, anj it had more than a
trace of foreign accent She
shrugged her round shoulders as she
spoke in a way that none but a French
woman could do. "Oh mv G d. But
he is stupid! '1 he bags must go lin
mmediately to mv ear."
The bellboy was unwilling to let
them go.
The girl burned forward. "I'm
Mrry," she said to the little loreign
woman, "but I believe the bags are
nunc !'
the woman turned and scmtinuedj
the girl lor a niomen slowly- Her
I .see was broad and friendly, her eyes
shrewd but kindly. '1 hf long gaze was
one of appraisement, riven she said
"Ah. Doris! How hcauU1.nl vou the,
Doris! I am glad you are here!" And
.he thing her two fat arms -around the
girl's soft, fox collar and slender throat
and pressed a tirni. wet check against
hers.
Doris! So that was her name. She
hardly felt the embrace; nor wmi
dere, 'at the tears. Doris! She was
gratetul that she had found a friend.
1'ho woman talked on. Out of the
lumble of words, a sentence suddenly
iliscloaej itself: "And so now with
He wanted to guard the
luggage well." She shook her head.
l.i'tiis will tarry out the luggage."
D,.i is then noticed that a liveried
l! g:!, ar wj; .-tan-ding a few feet
away He came forward and picked
up Deri-' bags. Watching everything.
o:i the' ale: t for soo.ie due lhit would
unravel more of her pa-t to her. Doris
followed.
A limousine stooj at the itirb. Do
cilely Dons hepped m a tier tne utile
lat w, nian. 1 lu re was not a qualm in
hi r heat I iiooubteiil v -lie bad known
t.iis woman, and perhaps it would soei;
ionic back to her when and where.
At least she would learn her own
name.
"Put Mrs. Du Yal's bags m lront,"
s.id her hostess fussily. Dons stiired.
Mrs. Du Val! The older woman had
been speaking of he,- to the chauffeur.
So she was Mrs. Du Val. Du Val D. V.
She did not feel quite satisfied.
The bug-gage was quickly adjusted
and the ear started through the traffic,
laden New York treets, "Ah, Rocky
is seasick bv now, n'est-ce pas?" said
little Mrs. Du Val. "He cannot stand
traveling, poor fellow " She tucked a
robe anxiously around Doris. "But she
mustn't catch cold at such a time."
eluked in her
old hen. "You
a long ride, you
But she smiled
she went on- She
throat like '.i worried
feel warm We have
know."
Doris did not know.
gratefully. Rockv? W ho was Rocky .'
And why mustn't, she catch cold at
such a time.' She wondered where
tbev -oulj be going.
l!er nund was going around and
around in a circle- Her husband was
named Rocky Du Val. He haj -ailed
lor K ranee. Thai much she gathered.
'1 hen the man she had been with ill
i be taxicab had not been her hus
'o.ai' l. I ;iV s tio.v luiil hi . ,i on iiieir
way to the boat. 1 hev had pist been
married and were going to spend thetr
honey moon in Europe, and she haj es
caped t i-iiiii hi,m. That seemed very
clear
'I hen whv had her mot her-in-11 iw ex
pected U-meet her at the Biltmore?
No, that theory couldn't, be right.
Dotili;le-s it was all simple enough
ami would come to her m a Mash. 1 ho
main thir-g wis not to let anybody
kiinvv he did not remember, lest they
think she bail gone crazy. She felt,
prrli i:llv-. .-lire she was not erazv. hut
he ilaln': think she could convince
anv boilv else. .
( l'o be Continued.)
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IN ANSWER TO A LADY'S LETTER
A lady writes to nay that she does not undcratand why an 8-cylinder
car does not cost more to run than a car with lower cylinders. She
refers to my statement that our .Ford V-8 develops more power on a gallon
of gas than any car we have made.
The use of 8-cylinders does not mean the addition of two or four
extra fuel consumers. It is not, for example, a 4-cylindor enSino
multiplied by two. Our 8-cylinder engine takes- the fuel supply of an
ordinary 4-cylinder engine and dividrs it eir,ht ways. And why?
By reducing four larger explosions into eight smaller ones, wo get
engine smoothness and quietness, Eight-cylinders indicate the way the
gas is used, not tho anount. It is just the difference between going
upstairs in four long jumps or in eight ordinary steps.
Two things use up gas bad engine design and useless car weight.
Besides having an engine that ets a high percentage of power out of the
fuel, the Ford V-8 has a light, strong body and chassis so that no power
is wasted in moving excess weight.
The only extravagance about the new Ford V-8 engine is in tho building
of it. The extravagance is ours the economy is yours.
The whole question of car economy needs clearing up. An economical
car gives economy all round. Price, operation, upkeep, all play their
part If what you save on gas you lose elsewhere, that is not economy.
As to upkeep, our dealers say that in recent years the improved
quality of Ford cars has cut down their repair business 50 per cent.
As to price with quality .judge for yourself.
As to economy, here is tho record of a stock car three weeks out of
shop in Oklahoma:
On a run of 10.054 miles at the rate of 1.000 miles a day-the Ford
V-8 gave 18.8 miles per gallon of gas. Not a drop of water was added
to the radiator. The oil was changed once in 1,000 miles.
That should answer a lot of questions.
July 24th. 1933