•W*MfH£0 VAN DUZE.R “THE GOOD BAD GIRL” The Story Of New York— And A Girl. -By Winifred Van Duzen Chapter lf> It was one morning after Mimsi nad led Luck down the hill toward the river and he had romped in drifts of frost-tinted leaves that White began to talk of holding an exhibition of her work. 4«M: asking about you,” he explained. "If he is interested We’d BMfftOtxikc it informal; just invite a few I know. “Trouble is, child that you repeal yourself too much, dtun to paradox. • That frivolous little cottage ainong the hollyhocks under the forbidding crap ready to topple over ftnd crush It! And the harlot watching Children in the park. Contrasts may lie over done. Still they're striking; and you have freedom of technique. There’s ‘fear beneath your subjects'^ rather. “How’s the commercial work com ing on ? ? Mimsi’s eyes shone. “You’ve no idea ; What it means to me!" "She was turning out drawings and occasional 'paintings for two firms 1 now. One was a publishing house that used her depictions of gowns an I ! other feminine toggery in fashion mgazinea. The other wanted pretty girl pictures to advertise cosmetics. She had secured the work through White and the ante of the first checks astonished here. They represented , it seemed, so much for so little ef fort. She needed new clothes. She had \ seen Bassett eyeing her shabbiness and knew it would sawn mean an- ! other order from Haroeck. So she cashed her checks and started out ; with the idea of breaking the mono tony of dark blue. But she found, un expectedly. that she liked the dresses she had been wearinggand accordingly bought others like them, pay ng for .them happily. Then she began to meet the house- I hold bills. And finally she refused the j weekly allowance handed her by the ; maid. Harbeek knew about this, of course; yet she waited in vain fm him to mention it. And in a little box hidden under the handkerchiefs in a dresser drawer was a roll of bank-notes. A thin roll, but growing. One day she would exchange it for a moneyorder, made out to Perry . . She had not seen him since the even ing in the studio. The evening when ,b<‘ said “Eleven month", now!’’ and she had clung to him and whispered against his lips “I’ll never forget— my dear—my dear—" He had not telephoned or made any attempt to break the barrier her promise to Harbeek had raised be tween them. Once each week she re ceived a sheaf of roses. Red roses. When she was beginning to think herself forgotten by everybody she had met in the city excepting Har t>eck arid White, she was surprised by a visit from Merle, lfe came in cas ualty, laughing at htr astonishment. “1 happened to see one of your picture's,” he said. “The one of Trixie. That’s art, Red-head. You made her live!” “And I heard wonderful things about your work, Merle. The ship you used to talk about—it’s riding anchor, isn’t a? I’m so very glad. How happy you must' lie!” “Well—life is a compromise, Mimsi. You have something—give up some thing else. Alice ami the children ask about often. Would you cure to see them again?’’ She said she would and set a time, tentatively, but felt, some way, that ft meant nothing. Merle didn't want ■her to go, sh-- thought; he didn’t want j her in his life. He seemed to fee! to- I ward her something as she fek to- ; ward Perry . . . Queer notion, that was. Could it be that she attracted \ Merle as Perry did her? But that .wasn’t raatoifdUe. Merle was too sure, too finjccfo be held by physical, appeal. ftinA- rthan she was, of course . . . • He was thinking cf going abroad in a few months, he fold her. He , wanted to study in Parris. So, once I again, he left her with the aehe of loneliness in her heart. Still she felt more certain of her self itfter having seen him, almost as if he ‘had given her seme of his strength. She determined to rear range her affairs, put them on a dif ferent basis in so far as she might. | With this in .mind she called to see ■v Harbeok and found him exactly as she had left him on her last visit, brooding like the Buddha in the gloom of his library. “I wanted to a«k you to let Bas sett go,” she began. “You surely know by this time that I don’t need to he watched. I’ll do the work. It will save expense. 1 want to get out ‘ of debt; to pay \Vhat I owe you and . —and others.” .. , . He refused, however. “You are do- i iag well with your painting. Keep to one thing. That’s why women fail, usually. They go Into business or careers aud hamper themselves with! 1 housework or odds and ends of dress, i making. That’s female reasoning," ^ he finished with disgust. She was going nwa.v when he tail ed at her bark,"Cornell's woman--'1 girl you wanted to put in a wimplt lurried on the gas last night.” “Oh- terrible! Is she—dead'? Why? Cornell': tired of her. No, she’s all right. She’ll go on knocking around. “You're heartless—and he’s .a bia t!" she flung at him, and slam med the door. Chapter 47 The evelope was addressed to “Mirs Mini: Marsh” in a singular hand, ■with the letters covering most the entire square. She wondered what child had made those outrag eous scratches, and opened it with a giggle. It held a note from Cornell. Cor nell, who made such pictures—anc wrote like that! Tty re was the drama of contrast for you? She was so as tonished that she read what he had to say twice before she caught th< significance. lie began, “Memorable Creature,’ and then, in conventional language asked her to call. He offered no ex planation Mimsi laughed ami tossed the note aside. She had heard a great deal about the man’s eccentricity. And this seemed erratic enough. He’d j seen her only once; she never dreamed , hc-’d remember her. Hut she thought of Cornell's note again as she worked. She had her full share of feminine eurosity; besides her vanity was touched. “Memorable Creature” was extravagant. Yet the artist probably wouldn’t address every girl that way. •. And finally she set out for Stay vesant .square. Cornell roared a welcome, shaking his tawn mane. He sprawled at a table, like a medieval harum drinking an iced concoction from a tall glass. She scon saw that he had drunk a great deal of the concoction nrd judged that he interned to go on drinking it indefinitely. He bawled something she didn’t understand at a aeft-footed Filipino, who responded by placing a similar tall glass o.i the table before her. “Now!” boomed her host and she waited to find why she was there. But he launched into a long and en tertaining account of an adventure in Mesopotamia, washing up recollec-' tions on the tid • of his high-balls, and became more unintelligible as he went along. ■'How could any woman expect to hold his interest'.'” Miinsi thought. “Even the girl in geranium velvet! He is a great genius but not quite— well, human. He looks exactly like a lion. Sounds like one. too—” She was preparing to leave when he got around to the object of bis in vitation. He was going to do a paint ing for a famous connoisseur. It would be "Dame Fate,” and he pro posed to make her beautiful, for once. Mimsi’s hair . . he favored bright hair. He preferred his model a trifle taller, but her slenderness was delightful. Were her eyes al ways yellow? He'd had an impres sion they were green. He’d remem bered something like green fire— “I wore a green shawl,” she ex plained. "It’s a great honor—your asking me to pose. But I couldn’t. I’m sure Mr. Harbeek wouldn’t like it.’’ “Harbeek!’ he thundered. “I know him! You’re the type I need. I’ve seen White’s ’Rhodopis.' You’ll have to help me. You owe it to art!’ “But_I’ve never posed fur anyone bUv Mr. White. I wouldn’t like to— to go through it all again.” His laughter rolled and reverberat ed. “So that’s it! You’re an artist yourself, my g rl. You know too much about it for nonsense. Hah! I’ll tell Harbeek that one—” Why, Mimsi wondered, was sne al ways doing something, taking some attitude that afterwards made her feel small and cheap? Was here hopelessly what Perry called the "peasant mind ’ Hurbeek hadn’t liked the phrase; yet nun like this Cornell made you think of it. Because she resented seeing herself that way she said, quickly, “1 will pose. If you can take me so It won’t interfere with my own work I’ll pose for your ‘Fate’!” That was how it happened that she went to Cornell’s studio eaily one Sunday morning. It was her only free day and the artist, apparently, didn’t care when he worked. He preceded her to the third floor and she was thrilled by 4he sight of his work-room. It was not cluttered like White’s; yet ;l held estciting ob jects—-things he had picked up in his travels through queer countries. A single, canvas was in place under the white north light, removed, rath er, from the model stand. He pointed out the dressing room, told her to take her time. With a feel ing of misgiving Mimsi wene in and closed the door. To Bo Continued Copyright H)2«-King Features Syndi cate, Inc. Birthday Dinner For M’s. Greene Is Held {Special to The Star.) On Sunday June 1 •"!, 19:16 Mrs. Jacob Greene, was given a birthday by her children all of whom wore present except two, Mr. Charles 1'. Greene, of Camden, S. C., and Mrs. George T. Blanton of Miami, Flu- Those present were namely :Mr. and Mrs. Victor Greene-and daughter Aleny; Mr. and Mrs. Devona Greene ilnd little daugh ter Virginia Doris, from Gastonia. Mr. and Mrs. Frank McGee and ,lit ! tie daughter Lumarie; Mr. and Mrs. I B. T. Adams, and liUlq dgngbW, | Betty Jean, of Rock Hill, S. C., Mr. and Mrs. Ray Greene and son Key Randle of Karl. One of, Mrs. GreertO’s brothers Mr. Lee Rippy of Gaffney, S. C. was also present. hdCOnfnaried by his "niece Mrs. Morris Mitchell, J and daughter Frances. Others pres- | cut were Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Randall j of near Karl, who are the father and | mother of Mm Ray Greene. They all brought well filled baskets' and.-the dinner-was served out in the yard un der the beautiful shade trees. The birthday cake, which was nre* rented by Mrs. Victor Greene, was es pecially lovely. It was white covered with yellow rosebuds, with pink can dle holders and yellow candles. The word “mother” was inscribed across the top in yellow letters.' "Mrs. Greene, received a number of useful as well as very pretty presents. It was a very enjoyable day, rind one that will be long remembered t>y all of those present. NEW GASOLINE HAS COMBINATION QUALITY R. C. Holmes, president of . The Texas company, announces that a new gasoline, on which the company’s en gineers have been working for sev eral years, has been placed on tfct njarket. The new gasoline is the result ol n vast amount of experimenting by chemists and refinery experts who aimed to product a pure gasoline, con taining no chemicals, which would , have exceptional anti-knock qualities | for smoother engine action, and at the name time have the higher volatility which would insure complete vaporiza tion in the engine,manifold, bet.er cy linder distribution and less crankcas? dilution. The Texas .company has succeeded ' in turning its entire production into a grade of gasoline with a combination Of good qualities never before at tained. The new process is called the 11 1 TRUSTEES SALE OF REAL ' ’ * ESTATE; By virtue of the power of sale con tained in a certain deed of trust bear ing date of July 20, 1020, and now of record in the office of the register of deeds, for Cleveland couiuy,. N. C., in Mortgage Book 104, nage 266, et seq., anti executed by J. F. Jenkins and I wife Avalona Jenkins to Andrew D. Christian and O. M. Mull, trustee, to secure an indebtedness of twenty thousand dollars $(26,000). default rn payment having been made, and hav ing been requested by the holder of said indebtedness to foreclose, we, r.s trustees, will sell at public auction for cash, to the highest bidder, at the court house door in the town of Shel by, North Carolina, at 12 o’clock noon on Saturday, July 24. 1926, the fol lowing described real estate eneurn 'bered by said deeds of trust, in order to secure funds with which to satisfy said indebtedness, io-wit: The follow ing real estate lying and being in No. 4 township. situate just east of the town of Grover on both sides of the National highway, and beginning at a sione in the state line between Nortn Carolina ami South Carolina, where same is crossed by old road, the same being the southwest corner of the B. (). Jenkins home tract, and runs thence with said state line east 97.25: chains to a s,one in said state lino, formerly a chestnut, thence north 40 1-2 west 10 chains to a stone; thence N. 55 E. 22.25 chains to a double 'due in S. Rollins corner, thence With A. S. Rollins N. !0 \V. 9 chains to a stone. A. S. Rollins corner; i hence, wjyth A'. S. Rollins' line N. 45 YV, , chains to a stake. M. L. Bookoutjs corneiy,fhonco with his line S. 48 \V. 25.50 chains to n Stake in old lino. Book out’s corner; thence with the old line and line of M. L. Bookout’s land N. 40 1-2 W. 5:5 chains to a hickory, old corner of J. F. Jenkins home place; thence S. 51 I 1-2 YV. 21.20 chains io a pine, south- I east corner of Sheppard land; thence with line of same N. 44 W. 20.86 chains to an iron stake in the right of wav of the Southern railroad and 50 feet from the center of its track; vhence with the right of way of the Southern railroad S. 75 1-2 YV. 5 chains; thence S. 67 1-2 YV. 3 chains; ;S. 51 1-2 W. 3 S. fM >2 TV; '12*80 chains to a stike % said , right of way of vh in the N. C. and S. C. state line, the beginning corner; 447 1-1 acres, more