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/ * iPsoil /’" 1 I "• | py^^^pMMMM^g|^^ I ..i X X gjlpllif v :.' Jfl Sf j pip^ By B. JAN Ell H, KNIGHT Illustrated by KEMP STARRETT IT TAKES SO LITTLE % Peppy Ran Away From Love, Only to Find It Again in a Rather Strange Way DEPPY Justified her name when she * Jumped back to the curb to avoid a big green coupe that swirled around the corner She caught one glimpse ol the redhead driving it. One flashing spark of the smile he tossed her. She jumped right into his heart and sett Jet down to stay forever. She couldn't know that or she wouldn’t have resented him so fiercely. ‘The fresh orioktop,’ she snapped, going across the street with quick click ing steps. “I suppose he mows down pedestrians for amusement.” She checked in at the mployes’ en trance of Brent's big store with a smile playing over her sensitive lips. "I should have let him hit me. then 1 wouldn t have to sell gloves today," she mused. Dig store hummed an active, gay •* tune Peppy hammed, too. but noi gayly. The big store was on tiptoe, thrilled * anticipation of its semiannual sale beginning that morning Peppy wasn’t on tiptoe, she was flat on her heels. Finding herself a position in the busi ness world, of which she knew nothing, seemed such a bright idea that after noon when Clem Carlton told her she couldn't hold the simplest kind of a job for two weeks. Timothy King’s house had oeei Carol King's home ever since she had been a very little girl. He nicknamed her Peppy. “Nothing else suits her. - ' he said laughingly. Uncle Tim had grown ac customed to the stormy young people who cluttered up his grounds and in fested his house. He found Peppy’s note two days after she left when he came home from the Oatman mines. "I'm going South for p while," he read in Peppy’s characteristic scrawl "I know you won’t worry about me. Love, • “PEPPY." which Unrt#* Tim ifrunted "An other quarrel with Clem. I suppose, r hope this Is the final break." • dark. Peppy walked slowly across the yard and leaned against one of the big sheltering oak trees. Her copper-colored slinky frock that matched her eyes was as dejected as she felt. Her slippers were ruined. She didn't for anything at all. # Th» folnt.lv fllr*lr«rin«r mrstna Httlaa "I had Just as gimnd a one In the kitchen with Mary.” said a voice that sent shivers of fright and amusement through Peppy. A small-brain voice squeaked weakly: "Now you're In a ♦ •mess ” pine felt limp. Her hack wouldn’t hold her. It was a cotton strip flopping flown hPf Snnm on a «ttr1 1 r H on “Top o’ the morning to you, Pep pena Dillon,” he greeted her, grin ning engagingly. ‘‘Say, I drove around the block in nothing flat , yesterday morning, but you had disappeared. To think it's you that I’nrle Bill *ent me to find” easily up the slope between broad roll ing acres. Two miles further on they stopped In front of a rambling house whose brown, flat-board shutters seemed to shout a 4 ttp!f~nnv» before three girls cam% dashing down the steps. PePOV felt like an old frlpnd hv the yesterday " He recited It with a flourish. "I'm Bill. Junior. Uncle Bill Is the son of the original Husted of Diamond Bar Ranch up beyond Apple Valley, sixty seven miles from here. He's a old Every one loves hlfn. My s(«*er-» and I call him Old Reliable. You’ll come, wont, you?" He ’aughed and there
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