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Make-Believe Bride by Ruth Harley ^ FOURTH INSTALMENT "Then you’ve got an appetite after all?” he declared as he start ed. "Yes, this is delicious,” she re plied. "I guess you were right. I’m positively hungry.” Something seemed to warn Maris, now that she had better draw Rod’s attention to the food, rather than let him get sentimental. She felt strangely un decided about what her answer to a proposal should be. However, she could not defer that answer indefinitely and so an hour later as dusk was falling and they strolled through Ban Cort landt Park, once more Rod told her of his love. "Tell me you’ll marry me, Maris, he begged as he caught her to his heart, and, beneath the light of the full moon, looked hungrily into her great dark eyes. Her heart hammered furiously. She loved this man madly. She longed to throw her arms around his neck, to kiss him rapturously, and whisper, "Yes,” but something told her, if she did, she must end all her dreams about Stan. If she gave Rod the promise that he want ed, he would insist on her wearing his ring, and if the gadget passed the tests as he felt sure it would, then there would be no excuse for waiting to get married. He would get a cheap new car,1 and Dulcie would be discarded, Maybe, in spite of anything she could sav. Rod would insist that they live in tlje country. Oh, so much would be involved if she whispered, "Yes.” And yet her heart cried out insistently that she loved him, that b^ marrying him she would save herself from any heartbreaks, she might meet if she made up her mind to walk in ways that were foreign to the course of her life. Red’s lips sought hers. For a long moment they held hers. Then as she moved in his arms, he whis pered huskily, "You will, darling?” "Oh, Rod,” and she gave a quiv ering, hysterical little laugh, "don’t get so serious. Can’t we just be “■fTiends, like we’ve always been?” "But you love me,” he cried hoarsely as he caught her once more to his heart. "You know you do, Maris darling. Won’t you be my wife?” Lightly Maris placed her hands against him as she tried to slip from his arms. How she loved him! If he kissed her once more, maybe she would not have* the courage to re fuse his love, and vet something seemed to keep her from giving him her answer. Again she laughed, a falsetto note in her voice. "Oh, Rod, this is so sudden,’ ’she mocked. Then sudden ly serious, she added, "I don’t want to think about getting married— at least not just yet.” The passion died out of Rod’s voice as his arms dropped to his sides. His sea-blue eyes seemed to search to the very depth of her be ing as he exclaimed. "Then you don’t love me any more. There is someone else?’!. Beneath the fixity of his gaze, Maris’ thickly lashed eyelids drop ped over her dark eyes. (He must not read the secret of her heart— for, even if she felt another fate might be in store for her, she could not deny her love for this man who cared for her so passionately. Bet ter keep that secret to herself. Bet ter let Rod languish in uncertainty —at least until she could see what the future might hold for her. "You know I like you, Rod,” she whispered, as sheplucked light ly at the sleeve of his coat. "That’s not what I want, Maris. I want your Jove, but evidently I’m too late. Well, let’s go home,” and silently they went across the park. But,, as they reached the apart iment house where Maris lived, she I whispered, "Don’t get sore at me, I Rod. Why can’t we just be friends?” Rod’s harsh laugh cut across the still air. "That’s a good one, Maris. Better tell that to your other boy friend. Well, good night. Dreams have a way of coming to an end.” And before she could say another word, he had left her. Then as she crossed the threshold of the apartment house, a sudden terror seized her. Had she driven the man she loved from her side forever? Why had she not told him there was no one else, that though she loved him, she didn’t feel she wanted to get engaged—at least just yet? But even as she thought of what she might have done, what she might have said, a little imp inside her seemed to say, "Now you can see what’s to be done wth Stan Fayson. Marriage with a millionaire would be much easier than with a poor man. If Rod really loves you, he’ll come back to you again. After all, a girl has the right to make things as easy for herself as she J > can. Yet another voice seemed to say, "You know you love Rod, so how can you treat him so. What’s got into you anyway? Stan Fayson will never look at you. Maybe he’s really engaged to Rowene, and if he isn’t it’s more than likely that when he’s ready to marry he’ll pick some bright deb rather than a working girl-”__ him. Why was it, she continued to wonder. Then, a sense of guilt seemed to cover her with shame. She was fascinated by Stan Fayson and the thought that he might fall in love with her. Well, after all, a girl had to do the best for herself, especially a working girl who had little chance exvept through, a wealthy marriage to see the world, to have a life of ease, to wear lovely clothes and be j surrounded by all the beauty her j money migly: buy. She’d put all i thoughts of Rod out of her life for } the present. She must not torture j herself even with the thought that ji her claim dismissal had hurt him. j He would get over it. Maybe ! even yet—but no, she must make no concessions about him. She and Rod had come to a parting of the ways. Yet though she calmly ac knowledged it, and tried to look at it from a wordlywise point of view, it was strange how vividly little in cidents about him rose befoje her as she brushed her lovely silken hair, and prepared jo go to bed. There was the day they stumbled across a couple of youngsters who were fighting furiously in the park. Grabbing one in each powerful ! hand, Rod had held them in the air. * till suddenly through the dust J smearing their faces, she could seed their looks of anger turn to smiles ' as Rod showed them how foolish j they were. I There were other days and other I happenings, and now, each seemed to take on a new significance, as i She and Rod had come to a parting of the ways. -f ■ - ■ . ■ ■ - - ■ — - 4iut, snruggmg her shoulders as she went upstairs, for the elevator! was temporarily out of commission, j she tried to forget about her love! for Rod. She tried to banish every memory of his impassioned love making. She was so tired of being poor, of working for a living, for she had started just after she got through business college. And,1 eve» if she married Rod, unless his gadget proved a tremendous excep tion, they would probably never be rich. She would have to dj all the housework—maybe even the laun dry at first. Then if there were any babies—oh, the very thought of that problem made her sick. And yet, as she slipped her hand in her bag to get the key, she remembered she had thought once that it would' be paradise to have a home of her own an jadoring husband, and maybe two curly-headed cherubs to bring the final crown of happi ness to,her life. What had come over her, she, wondered, as she switched on the I light. She could not understand herself. Once she had thought she would be in an ecstasy of happiness f if Rod proposed to her, and now— well, after she had stilled the tum-j ult his kjsses brought to her heart,! she seemed to have lost interest in though they would mutely plead: the cause of this man she loved, and i pet had sent from her, refusing his! love. Switching off the light, she I sighed impatiently. If she was to! get anywhere she must forget about1 R.od. Well, tomorrow would soon; be here and in the hustle of the of-j fice there would be little time for thinking or dreaming of romance. , Besides, Rod would be on his way to |' Cleveland where his gadget was to!' be proved. She hoped it would be | i success. After all, he did deserve |' that, because he’d spent plenty ofi1 time and money, trying to perfect 1 It. J "What, more invitations to be addessed for the exposition?” ques 1 tioned Milly Tremaine, as Maris put 1 a typewritten list and a box of en- ' velopes on her desk. "Yes, Miss Jiiggs says she’s just : waiting for another bunch or names ' but that will keep you busy for a11 while.” "Huh, and what are you going to do? Sit and twiddle your : thumbs?” "No, I should say not. I’ve got a bigger list than yours, and I’d bet- I ter start plugging.” "Well, this exposition is certainly giving us soo^e extra work. I won- : der if they’ll give us the chance to get in free.” Try CARDUI For Functional Monthly Pains Women from the teen age to the change of life have found Cardui genuinely help ful for the relief of functional monthly pains due to lack of Just the right strength from the food they eat. Mrs. Crit Haynes, of Essex, Mo., writes: “I used Cardui when a girl for cramps and found It very beneficial. I have recently taken Cardui during the change of life. I was very nervous, had head and back pains and was In a gen erally run-down condition. Cardui has helped me greatly.” Thousand* of women testify Cardui bene fited them. If It does not benefit TOC, nonsuit a physician. THE HOUSE OF HAZARDS By MAC ARTHUR i WH A1 WAS IT YOU SAID YOU MAD£ SALAD dressing out of, s-^MOTHER.? 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The regulated heat keeps up the temperature and the initial cup and a third of water placed in the cooker needs no replenishing. Boston brown bread and delicious steamed puddings can now appear on the menu often without causing any complications in the kitchen. ' "I’d say they should, seeing tha 'ayson’s is having one if the big jest booths on the floor.” "Well, you know what that’s fo: —so Stanley’s girl can have enougl oom to show off the bridal gowi nade of Fayson’s finest crepe,’ dilly said. "Why shouldn’t she?” aske< daris. "Faysop’s can surely affor< :o spend something to put over ; ovely material like that. Besides t won’t cost them a thing fo nodels. That’s a pretty smart ide: >f Stan’s—sore of keeing it all ii he family.” "Yes, someone said she was goinj :o use the bridal gown at her owi narriage,” announced Milly as sh parted her work. "But is she really engaged ti itan?” asked Maris, suddenly tens is she waited for Milly’s answer. "Sure, I read it in the iHerald’ :ociety columns—gave all the pedi jree of the young man—but I reck Mi Rowene didn’t have any worth : while ancestors—it only told abou • the playgronds her dad had givei to all the little burgs up-state.” "Well, when you’re rich yoi t don’t need ancestors to hold you up i Gold does it well enough and let ' you get in where you never could i you were poor and honest.” [ A moment later, Maris seatei I herself at her machine and th i steady, clickety-click of her type , writer joined the chorus of th ; nineteen or twenty others that wer i in the correspondence room. 1 When twelve o'clock came, Mari gave a sigh of relief. Her back wa ; aching and her fingers were positi i vely tired for she’d been workini : furiously to get her list finished She had <not even had time to glanc > in the direction of Stan’s office, a : Miss Riggs had told the girls tha the envelopes must be addresso s just so—no shoddy work would b • accepted. Not that she ever go - that at any time, for the Faysoi - stenographers were a picked bunch t But now, as Maris rose from her 1 desk and involuntarily stretched her stiff muscles, her eyes sought ! Stan’s office. Her eyes flashed as ’ she whisperel to Milly, "Look!” 5 Milly raised her head from her ■ machine, and her eyes followed the direction Maris indicated. Then [ she rose quickly. "Let’s go past , Stan’s office to the cloak room and get a better view,” she whispered. : "All right,” said Maris, picking : up the box of envelopes and putting them on Miss Riggs’ table. A sijd s den excitement had brought the s color to her cheeks. "Gee, Rowene’s prettier than I r thought,” remarked Milly as they . walked along thee orridor and ; glanced through the glass-sided of s fice where Rowene, dressed in the t exposition bridal gown was patad 1 ing before Stan and his father, as : well as a select group of the sales t men. i "Better get the photographers . over right now,” the old man was saying. "We should be having some advance publicity in the newspap ers. (Continued next week) —READ THE WATCHMAN WtHERE to go and WHAT to do when y\j ui lauiiior boils or leaks. We flush, clean, repair, and re bore all makes of radiators. We sell ®r trade new and second hand radiators. W e <*xc must iciiauie —see ue before you buy. EAST SPENCER MOTOR CO. Phone 1198 -J N. Long St. EAST SPENCER
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