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Want Ad Headquarters, Court 4900 PITTSBURGH PRESS. Other Press Departments. Court 7200 WEDNESDAY, JUNE 25. 1941 The Press Seriali PRIVATE LIVES By Edwin Cox Daily Short Story si if s3 ii Sophisticated Eighteen I Man I Want THIRTY-SDC By Rob Eden CHAPTER TWENTY THEY HAD been walking for nearly 15 minutes, when Kay decided she had gone far enough. But as she made a move to turn bac, Dick took her arm.

"What's the hurry to get back to the house? Barry won't come tonight. We might as well have a pleasant stroll." The pressure of his hand on her upper arm was uncomfortable, and she tried to pull St NOR ANONYMOUS GUATfMALA'S PRESIDENT IS A REGULAR HAROUN AL RASCHID OF THE AIRWAVES. HE ETS A KICK OUT OF TALKING INC06J4ITO TO HIS PEOPLE OVER.TWE RADIO. for Anne. The more material minded said it was, for after all, they pointed out.

Hartwell had money, fame, background, everything a girl could ask for in a -husband. And think of what this would mean for Anne, they said. It would give her a chance "to get away from Crandon." Then there were those who didn't think getting away from Crandon was so important. "What's wrong with Crandon?" they would question in defensive pride. And they would remember how sweet Anne and Clay had looked when they led off the senior prom.

"Why Coleman must be years older than she is, they protested. And what about Anne's father? Well, poor Mr. Sayres was rather at a loss in affairs of the heart, a little abashed when the famous Hartwell appeared at his door to ask if his daughter was home. All he could do when he and Anne were alone was to indulge in vague remarks about "marrying someone nearer your owti age" and "that McDowell boy's a fine lad. Secretly, the lonely widower wished that there was a woman about to take a hand in this.

The soft spring breeze blew through the maple trees that AT 18 Anne Sayres was tall and slender with an air of other-world dreaminess that made the townsfolk of Crandon resort to the word "different" when they tried to describe her. And her name was often on their tongues because things were always happening to Anne Sayres things like being awarded the lead in the Crandon Drama Guild's production of "The Silver Cup," being elected president of her junior class, being chosen to lead the senior prom with Clay McDowell, and things like well, Colman Hartwell, the famous writer, falling in love with her. Hartwell had bought a little farm right outside the town, and there he had settled down to finish his book until he met Anne in the village one day, and then there was little writing that he did outside of notes and letters to her. Her charm was as quick and devastating as that. The townsfolk were divided in opinion as to whether or not Hart-well's infatuation for her was good surrounded the Sayres' porch and gently ruffled Anne's hair, giving her a gaminlike look that utterly delighted Colman as he sat before her on the swing telling her of the wronders of New York, of the little eccentricities of the celebrities of stage and screen, that he knew, and finally he said, "You know, IH be leaving here in a few days now.

I have to be in New York before the end of the week." Mr. Sayres looked up from the paper that he was pretending to read when he heard this, and he saw the look of pain that crossed Anne's face as she protested, "Oh not so soon, Colman!" Colman took both Anne's hands in his. "Anne. I want to take you to New York with me. I want to marry you.

Anne." Though she had been half-expecting him to say this, Anne was a little taken back. And the answer that she had toyed with in her mind for days floated mistily out of memory. Before she could answer him, there came the sound of feet running across the lawn, and then the sight of a windblown girl stumbling breathlessly up the stairs. It w-as Elizabeth, Anne's best friend. "Anne, we've been waiting for you at the station!" she panted excitedly.

"Have you forgotten? Paul Kent's train arrives in eight minutes!" "Paul Kent!" Anne gasped as she started up from the swlns. "Will you excuse me?" she called back hastily to Colman, not waiting for his confused answer, as she started after Elizabeth. She bumped into her father as he was coming out the door to see what all the excitement was about. "Paul Kent's coming!" she explained briefly as she brushed past him and was off on a mad dash to th- station. There was a funny little twinkle in Mr.

Sayres' eyes as he turned to Hartwell and remarked in answer to his unspoken query, "She's president of the Paul Kent Fan Club." Hartwell looked at Mr. Sayres, and a glance of deep understanding pcsed between the two men. As he rose from the swing, Hartwell knocked his pipe thoughtfully against the "It's funny." he remarked philosophically, "how girls that age can sometimes almost make you believe that they're really grown up!" away from him. Dick, however, merely increased his hold. She was surprised at the strength he displayed.

He had seemed rather delicate and unathletic to her, but she realized now that he was strong. Deciding to humor him and not show the fright that suddenly enveloped her, she went alone: further. Then she stopped. Although Dick had been talking as they walked along, she knew his chatter was merely a diversion. There was no particular rhyme or reason to what he was saying.

This is the end of the line for me." she said, positively. "I'm going back. You can walk all night if you wish, but I've had enough." "I thought you might be interested in seeing this guide cabin," Morrow said, smoothly. "It's just a few steps further quite attractively furnished." "It's plenty far away from the house," Kay remarked. "Here it is, here." hesaid.

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If she had it now. she might catch Dick off guard and turn the tables. How wise Stan had been to warn her always to be in a position to protect herself. If she hadn't been so careless, she wouldn't be facing Dick's gun. "Well, good night.

Miss Allison," Morrow said. "You needn't be afraid you are perfectly safe here. You needn't try screaming, either. This cabin, as you may have guessed, is a long way from the house and no one will hear you if you shout at the top of your voice." "I had no intention of screaming," she answered, stiffly, although she had thought of that and had intended to try it as soon as Morrow left her alone. "I'll bring Corinne in a short time.

Shell have your things with, her, so you will be perfectly comfortable. But don't try any funny business, when we come back. I'd hate to shoot a pretty girl like you, but I wouldn't hesitate to do it to protect Jetta." Kay hadn't the slightest doubt but that he meant it. Dick suddenly stepped outside and pulled the door after him. In a moment she heard the key turn in the lock.

As soon as he was gone, she made a tour of the cabin. It was smaller than Barry's, having only a fair sized living room, a bedroom and a bath. She flung up the windows, but the shutters were closed tight, and although she pushed with all her strength, they wouldn't budge. They must be locked from the outside, she decided. Half an hour later, she heard a key grate in the lock.

Corinne entered with a suitcase, and put it on the living room floor. Then, without a word, she turned and left the place. They key clicked again, and Kay was alone. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was past 2:30, the time she was to have met Stan in the grove near the stables. Restlessly, she paced the floor, wondering what Stan would think at her failure to keep the appointment.

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PART TWO 1 Which of the following fabled monsters bears the head of a horse: centaur, hippocampus, hippogrifl? 2 Complete the proverb, 'A word to the wise 3 Name the composer of the opera, "Daughter of the Regiment." 4 What is the name for a formal legal inquiry into a death, that is conducted by a coroner? 5 It is easier to move a wedge-shaped object through the air with its wide edge forward; true or false? 6 What is a diva? 7 A provision added to a bill under consideration in a legislative assembly, having no connection with the subject matter of the bill itself, is called a r-d-r? 8 Charles Curtis was Vice President of the United States under Hoover, Harding or Coolidge? 9 Which State and body of water bounds Florida on the west? 10 Who was Prime Minister In the Government of George III of England during the American Revo-J minute until I turn on the lights." An electric light went on inside the cabin, and Kay stepped in. IT "WAS a rustic cabin, with leather chairs and Navajo rugs on the floor. At one end, as in Barry's cabin, was a large fireplace. "It is attractive." she exclaimed, looking about. On the walls were oil paintings of western scenes, all of them of more than ordinary quality.

As she spoke, Dick had moved toward the door and stood, now, holding the knob in his hand. His rig'nt hand was in his right coat pocket. "I'm glad you like it," he said, with a smile that was almost a smirk, "because you're going to stay here for a "What do you mean?" "I mean that you are going to remain here. You'll find it quite comfortable. There is a nice bed in the other room, and all conveniences.

Corinne will be here soon, with your night things." "Do you do you mean that I'm a prisoner?" "I wouldn't use that word, although I suppose technically, you're right. Shall we say, you are to be our guest here for a time?" "But, how dare you! Wait till I see Barry! He'll "We will worry about that when the time comes. In the meantime" KAY AVAS furious. Her fright was forgotten as she ran toward the door. Dick suddenly whipped his hand from his pocket.

There was a gun, a small, dark, deadly looking weapon held firmly, pointed unwaveringly at her chest. "I wouldn't do anything foolish, Miss Allison," he said, softly. But there was a menace in his voice. "Why, you you she spluttered. "It will do no good to argue or call names.

You're to remain here until we find it convenient to release you. Those are Jetta's orders, and she's the boss around here right now. I promise that there will be no harm come to you. You have nothing to worry about." "But why? Why in the world are you doing a silly thing like this?" the girl demanded. "What sense is there to it?" Dick shrugged his shoulders.

"Jetta wants to see Barry before you have a chance to talk with him. She's quite certain that after she has talked with him, everything will be straightened out. She wants to keep emotionalism out of this, and that is why she doesn't want to have you interfere. If you saw him first, he might be influenced by what happened in Memphis. She wants to discuss certain matters with him sensibly, practically, logically.

Then if he still wants to go through with his promise to marry you, she'll step out of the picture. But she insists on seeing him first." "The lady doesn't seem to be any too confident of her own powers," Kay said, a jeering note in her voice. "Otherwise, she'd be willing to meet Barry with me to let him choose then, once and for all which one of us he wants. You may tell her for me that I think she's a poor sport and a hard loser." Dick smiled, but the gun in his hand didn't waver. "Naturally, 111 tell her nothing oX the sort.

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