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CHAPTER XH
Jim caught Mr. Sanders' eyes.
"Might as well give in, young
feller," he remarked dryly.
"But—"• began Jim.
"You don't really want to
leave me, do you, darling?" cooed
Helen, nibbling at his ear.
"No-er-of course not," stam
mered Jim, wishing she would re
strain her affectionate gesture to
a private audition.
m the end Jim telephoned the
office and in a not very happy
voice informed Judge Hetchcote
that he would not be back that
afternoon.
Helen had been tickling the
back of Jim's neck with tiny
moist kisses while he was tele
phoning. When he hung up the
receiver she pulled him down
upon a love seat by the window
and cuddled into his arms.
Jim cast an anguished glance
at the open door into the other
pitting room where her father
was striding up and down chew
ing savagely on an unlighted
cigar while he dictated to his
secretary •
Bell boys ran in and out with
more telegrams. The telephone
rang constantly. Mr. Sanders
called his New York office, an oil
field in Texas, and once he talk
ed to his London agency as cas
ually as Jim would have tele
phoned to the nearest town.
Mr. Sanders sent downstairs to
the bar for Manhattans. Helen
insisted on being fed her cocktail
by spoonsful. The waiter acted
as if he were blind, deaf and
dumb, but Jim felt as if his face
were a three-alarm fire.
"Darling," murmured Helen,
"you must get used to having no
privacy. The rich don't."
"I'm not rich," said Jim.
She snuggled against him.
"You're marrying me. Father's
going to make you vice president
of something," she cried in a
beatific voice.
"But—" he began again, only
Helen interrupted.
She was gently nuzzling his
Adam's apple which made it dif
ficult for him to speak. "I've got
a j-job," protested Jim.
"Darling, I could never live in
this dull little town," said Miss
Helen Sanders. "I can't wait to
take you to Father's tailor," she
went on dreamily. "You'll need
gangs of clothes, evening and
sport togs, and a valet to keep
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THRIFTY HOUSEWIFE!
"MY, BUT MY GROCERY
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Modern housewives are good business
women these days. They appreciate
every nickel saved . . . and are very
> ' wise to the ways to make their budget
do extra duty.
This housewife . . . like thousands of
others ... is finding that modern
electric refrigeration SAVES  HER
MONEY in several different ways, to
say nothing of the comfort and con
venience it brings. She can keep left
overs and use them later . . . she can
buy in quantity and save on her pur
chases . . . she has a constant ice sup
ply when she wants It . . . and she
keeps her family well and happy with
fresh, wholesome food and delicious
delicacies made In an electric refrigra
tor.
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them straight."
It was a relief when his fiancee
jumped up at five and gave him
an affectionate little shove to
ward the door. "I must dress and
it takes me hours," she said.
Mr. Sanders appeared in the
doorway. "Bring your mother
and sister to dinner tonight, Phil
lips," he said genially. "And any
one else you like. Dinner at
eight, you know." .
Jim's mother and Janet were
at home when he came in, sitting
rather forlornly, it seemed to
Jim, in the kitchen. "Aren't you
early, darling?" faltered Anne.
Her eyes looked red. Jim felt
conscience-stricken. "We're all
invited to dinner with Mr. San
ders. At eight," he added, "and
I'm starved, darn it!"
"We're going to be married
right away," he explained stiffly.
"I'm to be vice president of
something. You know, with a
handsome salary and no work to
do. It's going to be geo-orgeous."
He made a grimace.
Anne was very white. "But,
Jim, your job with Judge Hetch
cote!"
"She can't live in this poky
town."
There was a painful silence. "I
can't go to the dinner party,"
said Janet shortly. "I've a date
with Tony Ryan."
'"S all right about Tony," said
Jim gruffly. "I was told to bring
along anyone I liked."
"He's all in the family any
way," remarked Janet with a
flippant smile. "I mean we're
engaged."
Anne uttered a startled ex
clamation. "Engaged!"
"He needs a hostess, I need the
money, we've each been turned
down by the other fellow, selah!"
said Janet shrugging her shoul
ders.
Anne's cheeks were fiery red.
"You aren't in love with each
other?"
"Love!" cried Janet in a Jeer
ing voice. "It hasn't been men
tioned. I don't believe it's ever
going to be."
Anne was on her feet, the skin
over her knuckles white where
she was holding onto the back of
a straight kitchen ch&ir.
"So I've failed," she said in a
voice neither of them had heard
from her before.
Jim wriggled to his feet. "Gee,
Mums, I'm sorry."
Anne looked him up and down
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disdainfully. "My son is going to
be a rich woman's kept husband!
He loathes society. He owes.it to
Judge Hetchcote to make good.
But now he's turning his back on
everything he ever stood for to be
a lap dog."
"Mother!" cried Janet, shocked
at the look on Jim's face.
Anne turned and this time it
was Janet who was slowly and
disdainfully looked up and down.
"My daughter hasn't the courage
to live life as a gay and gallant
adventure as it's meant to be liv
ed," said Anne. "She prefers to
take the easy way out and be
come a wisecracking little gold
digger."
"Oh, Mother!" whispered Jan
et.
"Heavens knows where, except
for Bill, my other daughter would
have landed," said Anne.
Janet felt stricken, but she was
glad she had not told about Bill.
• • •
Mr. Clive Sanders elected to
entertain his party for dinner
that night in the main dining
room of the hotel. There were
elaborate hothouse flowers for a
centerpiece and every variety of
costly delicacy. Jim could not
bear to look at the check, but
everyone saw the ten-dollar tip
which the multimillionaire left
beside his plate.
There was only one awkward
moment, precipitated by Helen.
"It's so funny to think of my
mother-in-law clerking in a
store," she observed.
Anne saw Jim stiffen as if he
had been shot in the back. "I
mean," Helen explained, "one
knows saleswomen must have pri
vate lives like everyone else, only
one never realizes it, does one?"
It was Tony Ryan who leaned
a little forward and lazily put a
period to Helen's remark. "One
wonders," he drawled, imitating
perfectly the cool and conde
scending tones of her honeyed
voice, "how one ever manages to
breathe the common air when
one's so la-di-da."
Helen knitted her brows and
stared at him. "Are you by any
chance taking a crack at me, Mr.
Ex-Prizefighter?"
"What do you think?" mur
mured Tony.
Mr. Sanders, aware of the signs
of a tempest beginning to form
about his daughter's exquisite
brow, interposed with haste.
"What shall we do with the rest
of the evening?" he asked awk
wardly.
"I want to go somewhere and
dance," said Helen in a fretful
manner. "I think mixed parties
are a frightful bore." She reach
ed over and pulled Jim closer.
"Darling, take me where we can
waltz and waltz in each other's
arms and forget other people.
They seem so unnecessary."
Thfly went in the end to The
Golden Pheasant because it was
the only reputable night club in
town. There were cheap road
houses, but nothing to compare
to the rococo blue and gilt of The
Golden Pheasant.
Jim's arms felt peculiarly lead
en when he took Helen into them.
He could never remember a day
which had left him so exhausted,
both physically and mentally. He
was as tired as if he had been
dragged forcibly through one knot
hole after another when they
danced off.
"Sorty," he said miserably.
"I'm afraid I stepped on your
toe."
"You did," snapped Miss Hel
en Sanders.
"I'm getting a headache," she
said crossly, "and it's all your
fault, you and your poor rela
tions."
Jim was very white. "Let me
give you a warning. You can call
me names, but don't make the
error again of sneering at my
mother."
Something in J i m's face
brought her up. "Darling," she
cried, catching her breath, "we
arfe actually quarreling, and we
mustn't." She leaned nearer and
put up her enchanting mouth.
"Let's kiss and make up."
"Till the next time," said Jim
sharply.
He did not kiss her. Some
where during the preceding ten
hours all the ecstasy had gone out
of Miss Helen Sanders' kisses so
far as Jim was concerned,- leav
ing only the torment.
"Here comes Cathy!" cried
Janet excitedly. "Doesn't she look
lovely?"
Jim twisted about in his chair.
Cathy wa,s doing her solo spe
cialty. It was a military routine.
She had on brief blue satin
trunks and a full white silk blouse
with long graceful sleeves gather
ed in at her slender wrists. She
was wearing a tiny gilded trench
hat jauntily perched on the side
of her shingled blond head, and
small gilded leather boots that
wrinkled down around her ankles.
"Isn't it queer how common
stage women always are?" Helen
drawled. "So trashy, don't you
know?"
"You can't call Cathy trash,"
said Jim. "Not in my presence."
"Cathy?" echoed fiis fiancee.
"My word, do you know her?"
"IH say I do," said Jim, "and
she's wonderful."
Miss Sanders elevated one ex
quisite white shoulder, made an
other caustic inspection of Cathy
and then murmured in her most
instating manner, 'Til wager you
know nothing good of her."
Jim's eyes narrowed, but his
tone was pleasant, almost convur-
sational. "You couldn't earn a
decent.dime If your life depended
an it,'' he observed. "Cathy sup
ports herself and a baby. She
and my mother work for their
living, but you'll never live to be
as much a lady as either of
them." (
"This is too much," remarked
Miss Helen Sanders, rising to her
feet.
"Sic 'em, Jim," said Tony Ryan
softly.
Jim had also risen. "If you
mean you're breaking our en
gagement,' he said, "It's all right
with me. In fact it's fine."
"Father," said Miss Helen San
ders, "will you take me away
from these odious people? At
once! I want to shake the dust
of this hateful town off my feet.
Tonight!"
"Yes, Helen," murmured Mr.
Clive Sanders wearily.
It was after midnight when
Cathy came slowly out of the em
ployees' entrance to The Golden
Pheasant. The wind was chasing
ragged clouds across a large pale
moon. Cathy moved as if she
were very tired, or deeply deject
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"Cathy!" whispered Jim.
She started violently. He took
her arm and guided her down the
street. He had gone home after
his flivver. Gently he helped her
in.
"I thought—l thought you were
with —they said you were going to
marry that Sanders girl," stam
mered Cathy.
"I'm not going to marry any
one except you, Cathy, if you'll
have me," said Jim. "I love
you."
"Jim!"
"I've been blind, Cathy!" he
groaned. "I almost lost you."
He drew her to him. She was
shaking like a shy, frightened
child. He stopped and kissed her.
Her lips were as sweet and fresh
as Danny's. There was no tor
ment in Cathy's kisses, only ec
stasy.
• * *
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rest for two weeks.
"If I could only go to sleep and
forget for a while," she whisper
ed.
She was going to take only two
veronals, she told herself. It was
not as if she meant to do any
thing desperate. She had to have
some rest. She moved slowly to
ward the bathroom. She kept
looking over her shoulder and
shivering.
(Continued Next Week)
CICADAS
' Billions of 17-year locusts, long
est-lived of all insects, are emerg
ing from the earth over the
greater part of the country be
tween the Mississippi and the
Atlantic Ocean.
DECLINE
A decline of $27,(/DO,OOO in ex
ports during April, with the
heaviest decrease in Scandinav
ian and Dutch trade, is shown in
a late U. S. Commence Depart
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RAPID
New York City receives about
one carload of fruits and vege
tables a minute for the daylight
time of every working day of the
year, or about 202,000 carloads
yearly.
Women get "Build-up"
A good way to relieve periodic dis
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PAIR VIEW
Rev. J. W. Calloway, of Moun
tain Park, filled his regular ap
pointment at Pair View Baptist
church Saturday night and Sun
day.
• The electric lights are on in
this community now and we sure
are proud of them. They are so
much help to the church as well
as the homes.
Mr. and Mrs. Carl Hutchens
and baby, of near Siler City, were
the week-end guests of Mr.
Hutchens' parents, Mr. and Mrs.
Marvin Hutchens.
Mrs. E. J. Layne is expecting
the arrival of, her son and his
family this week from Seattle,
Wash., Mr. Felix Layne. Mrs.
Layne has not seen her son since
1901, thirty-nine years ago.
The revival will begin at Pair
View Baptist church the third
Sunday night in July, with Rev.
Delma Hodge assisting Rev. J. W.
Calloway. Everyone is invited to
attend.
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