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CHAPTFR THIRTY-EIGHT Even as Linda mentioned the jomforting fact to Ronald that Sar ah probably had not reached the marriage place, she knev. better. In her heart she was afraid that Sarah had been there and had gone. Had gone away as Mrs. Somebody or Other when -11 the time she wanted a tall young man with bright, rough hair and blue, candid eyes. It was Linda, not Ronald, who asked the minister’s assistant if Miss Markley had been there. “Markley, Markley,” he mused. “No, I can’t say that she's been here.” “Is there any place else that she could have gone?” Linda asked. He eyes moved restlessly over these people. This "'as not the way to be married. Marriage was sa cred, and it should come to organ strains, to white blossoms, and to prayers. Yet the couples were pass ing into a small room and coming out—married. J. UUU L LXllim. kJdl dll omiiu this,” she said to Ronald. “It’s not worthy of her.” His face was stern. “Sarah could stand anything. We had s o me words this afternoon and she then threatened to make me sorry. Well if she’s not here, we might as well get going.” They went out of the door. The night air was sweet and cool. Cars were driving in and r’-iving away. Ronald would have missed a blue car, long and low-slung, if Linda’s eyes hadn’t sighted it. "Quick, Ronnie, isn't that Sar ah?” she asked. He was gone before she could finish the question, and she fol lowed. Sarah was ' earing a hat that was a cluster of sweet peas, caught with a blue velvet ribbon around her yellow hair and her slim silken dress was yellow. A brief silver fox jacket was over her shoulders and her hards were clasped around a great black b^tg. Instinctively Linda knew that the bag was big enough to carry a toothbrush and powder, a silken night gown, anything else Sarah might need. Evidently she had not been able to carry out a bag without being seen by her family or tbeservants. When she raised her eyes, Linda caught her breath. They were dark with pain and fatigue. She said something to a young man at her side, a young man with football shoulders and a weak chin. He smiled and nodded. Then she saw Ronald. The dark eyes widened, met his gaze, asked a question. He went toward the car, opened the door, reached for her hands. Linda heard his words. “You aren’t going through with it Sarah. You are marrying me!” Now the eyes became glowing, alive. “Marrying you? Oh, no, Ron nie. You have a girl. You can’t. I'm not important to you!’ ’ “Don’t be a nutmeg,” Ronald said, but his voice was tender in its gruffness. “I love you, Sally. I ve known it for a long time, but it took Linda to point it out to me tonight.” ihe producer s daugher looiced beyond him, then, at Linda, and her stern features relaxed. Sud denly she was crying and Ronnie was comforting her. Linda walked around the car to 4’’e young saxophonist who was, about to interrupt. Her hand was impelling and authoritative as she laid it on his arm. “This is where you and I do a fade-out,” she said. “There’s a bus stopping at the corner, "c ; on.” The man demurred, but she would not remove that clutching hand from his arm. Ronnie and Sarah were talking, forgetful of the world. At last the saxophonist shrugged his shoulders and fol ' lowed Linda. The bus had gone a mile when he removed something from his coat pocket, tore it into pieces, and scattered them broadcast. “The li cense,” he said. “It’s useless now. J. might have known my luck would not hold.” "You didn’t really love her, did you?” Linda queried, watching the towns slip past. “That didn’t matter. She wanted a husband pronto and I was en gaged. There was to be fifty grand in it, but well—” He laughed care lessly. “You mean you were being paid for this little act?” Linda asked furiously. “Why not? She needed my help and I needed the money. Oh, she’ll cough up some of it. She’s a good sport. But I’m sort of glad this other thing happened. She’s been carrying a torch for the guy all winter.” They didn’t talk then, and Linda took a taxicab when she left the bus. Her suite was dark when she entered it, and the one lamp at the door burned dimly. So much had happened since she had c om e through that door, she mused, fit ting her key into the heavy outer door. Upstairs Robert was sleep ing now. She must try to see him tomor row, to tell him that she and Ron nie had discovered that they had mistaken an old affec4ion for love. Or maybe she would not have to see him, for he would find the story of Sarah and Ronnie in the papers. But the story was • 4 in the pi pers, or the engagement was not announced. Now that Sarah and Ronald were sure of their romance, there was not much r. .ed to hurry. They could wait, happily, in peace. Sarah called Linda to tell her, and the wealthy girl’s voice was so lilting, so breathless, so star swept that it brought quick tears to Linda’s eyes. Ronald called a little later, thanking her, trying to gain assurance that she under stood. So it happened that when a story broke connecting Sarah with the gun, despite her alibi that she had been no place near the shooting^ no one was particularly afraid. In Linda's mind a certain won der began to grow. She remem bered the night on the boat when Mina had been foun< wandering through the cabinways. Quite easi ly she could have located Sarah’s stateroom, found the gun, and tak en it away. But Mina could not have per formed that murder ’ ecause she was on a radio program, some dis tance away, at the hour that the death occurred. The day was cooler than the one before it had been, so Linda wore a simple suit of soft black material and a ruffled rose blouse. All day she thought about Robert. She won dered what he would ay when he knew that she was free. And even more, she wondered why she had not understood this thing that was happening to her. Seated at her desk during a late afternoon lull, she reflected that her broken engagement to Ronald might not lead to anything. After all, Robert did not know that she cared for him anyway. And then— there was Billie Anne Trent. She felt a little cold r id shiv ered. Billie Anne Trent. Maybe, Robert was already committed. Well, life was a road and it went somewhere and you had to hold your head high and go on This thought was still in her mind when she reached her apart ment that afternoon. A knock at the door sent it away. At the sight ot her visitor she drew a long breath, half of fright, half of amazement. (To Be Continued) Travelers’ Aid Opens Annual Campaign Today The annual funds campaign of the Travelers’ Aid society will be launched here today, with a ■‘minimum” of $1,606 being asked in public subscriptions for the support of the society's work here during the coming year. Canvassers will report at cam paign headquarters in the Cham ber of Commerce offices. Head quarters will be open from 9 a. m. to 5 p. m. today and Thursday. » .. — " ‘I THIS CURIOUS WORLD 1- ' '■ . - .. .. " - ■ ll.- = =.. " =1 A BUILDING ONI THE MOON, ONLV A FEW HUNDRED FEET LONG, WOULD BE VISIBLE THROUGH OUR. LARGE DOMESTIC CABBAGE, KOHL-RABI,and cauli flower ARE ALU DESCENDANTS OF WILD CABBAGE . .. BEIN& /AAODIFICATIONS OF THE A&AX/jSS-, S'7jS/U/S' AND /CZOMfMS'j RESPECTIVELY. ANSWER: Yes. Such races have. COPR. 1940 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF O | bpp.n hplfl in Pn lifnnviio BELA LANAN-COURT REPORTER “ By L. Allen Heine Founded On Actual Court Records And You Can Be The Judge r x The Strange ! .Case of BLOOD MID WATER • IN S*< EPISODES No. 3 iL— ROBERT BEELER'S PARENTS ARE GIVING A , -. PARTY IN HIS HONOR! HE IS SUDDENLV J RilT THAT'A RCFM CALLED TO THE DOOR, WHERE A MISERABLE 1 am OLD MAN SAYS./1 AM YOUR FATHER" J 1 ."V?" . ROBERT'S ANGER AND IMPATIENCE GIVE HOUR AGO! WAY TO CURIOSITY/ UP TO HIS ROOM.. 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