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June 4, 1948. Mu*» City GI»W>-0M»*t«. «"•» CWT- to - HAMILTON .. CMtfrfe*^ fry tffe, FMtaTM S/»*af* SYNOPSIS Depression clouded Paul Andrew DeUeourt's thought* during the readinr of his late rrandfath- er's will. As the last of the Del- acourts, the huge fortune would now be his and he would never know freedom from his responsi- bilties. He recalled his lonely childhood shortly after his parents' death, when ill health had made it impossible for him to attend public school as his beloved grandfather had wisely planned. Instead there had been private tutors, school in Switzerland, and later, college, where he had studied architecture. At the conclusion of the will, however, Paul sat in shocked silence, for under its terms he received only $5,000, while the bulk of the estate went to charity. of the will, ol course, but there wouldn't have been that many H they hadn't scented something. But I'll settle with them, don't worry!" Paul Andrew sighed. Free? Not as long as the wolves of the press were on his trail. Free? No, not yet The rain fell in a determined drizzle, and the air was penetratingly cold. The young man standing beside the edge of _the road thrust his hands deeper into the pockets of his windbreaker, and turned his back to the wmu facing hopefully toward Hanover Surely someone would be along soon. . , The snap brim of his hat was down and he had been standms there so long that drops had were dripping oil His suitcase wa CHAPTER 3 THE quiet figures around the table moved, got up, began to talk to one another. Paul Andrews sat still, numbed. He saw Mr. Hadley coming toward him and made a great effort. His customary poise clothed him once more as the lawyer spoke. "My boy, I can't tell you how this has weighed on me. I want you to know that your grandfather did this against my express advice. There hasn't been a single time, since this will was made, when we came together lor business, that I have not urged him man's profile was very still—almost masklike. Then abruptly, ie turned and smiled. That s right," he said with disarming candor. "This is my fifteenth hitch. And I'd made up my mina to settle wherever my fifteenth hitch landed me." "Why? Lose Your job?" "I didn't have one to lose, the young man said with some bitterness. "Not since the war was to reconsider,. I—I—" But even formed and occasionally. *"^. deposited in a sheltered spot un der a bush. Perhaps he would have been more sensible to hav stayed in Hanover, he though now _at least there was traffi there—but he had been sure the competition from the Dartmouth boys would be so heavy that he had hoisted his suitcase after his last hitch had dropped him there, and had walked a good half-mile out of town. A truck came lumbering down the road. The young man stepped forward, his hand upraised, thumb out, in the immemorial gesture. He didn't really hope, al,111 ev«i though trucks were apt to hVblandTm'anner failed, and he kinder to Wtch-hikers than pti- .hook his head expressively.^^ ] yate «», ^^SlhTlSkS "You haven't done anything fishy, have you?" "The police aren't after me, if that's what you mean." "No, it ain't, and you know it. I asked you if you'd done anything fishy." The driver's eye rested on him briefly, but with stern insistence. , The young man said hurriedly "I haven't done anything—fishy as you call it." There was a silence. He began to wonder if he might be put out before they go to Branfield. He had already made up his mind for Branfield He liked the sound of it. He said "What's Branfield like? It it a big place?" , The driver was shocked. "Don you know Branfield? Why, it's right important little town! Shop ping center for miles around, go factories and a hospital—a goo one—handles a lot of the Whit mountain tourist trade in sum mer. You never even heard or it?" He seemed incredulous, and pointed. Five thousand was just a village. For the first time he began to feel a little uneasy. What could he do in a town of 5,000? His training seemed more suitable in a larger place, where there might be more opnoctuni- ties. "My name's Joshua Beadle," the driver volunteered suddenly. The young man had a feeling that this meant he was accepted. "This is my own truck—I do general trucking—and I've been down to White River Junction today to get a new plate glass window for the Chester shoe store. That's why m driving so careful—can't take hances with plate glass, you enow". The young man felt it was his urn. He said, "I'm Andrew >aulson. I come from New York, 'm an architect." "A what?" Beadle seemed star- led. ' 'An architect. I—I design louses Beadle frowned. "Now, look here, what'd you ever leave the city for, if that's your work? No- Dody somewhat indignant. "Never," the young man ad, mitted "But then that doesn't mean anything. I've never around much. How big is got uses an architect around nure Except the summer folks, of course, but they mostly hire somebody from Boston or New York, or one of the big places. Andrew Paulson sighed, inis was confirmation of what he had already suspected. "Who does the designing/then?" he asked. Beadle laughed. "Say Paulson, he said with a shake of his head, "our houses are mostly old anyhow But whatever's new am t designed—it's just built. By the contractor." (To Be Continued) Takes Husband With Her Lynbrook, N. Y., (U.R)—Mrs. Ann Deor Rockwell, 33, waited unti her war veteran husband, Albert 40 went to bed. Then she stuffed rags under the bedroom door t nrotect him before she turned on * . ii l-^i^l, rt*^ r-t-/At»rt T the YEAH, BUT THE "STRA.NIP" HAS THE BEST POPCORN / •Bar. .... PECULIAR M0710M OF Me <Mfl WOMM OLD LIKE its tKwio SKI EI/Q?/ IF 17 DOESit'T ffiO TOO SOOU! me I shall be only too happy—" slammed behind him, and The question, which had been were off. pounding in his brain broke into He turned to look al driver rwer "Pretty near 5,000," the driver said with complacency. The young man waS SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK Sow I »ked Wm-w. were old S3& "SLfffi, ™J SL! but all he would I say was that you going my way • . ••Tbanksi" the young e S«n as clS* to him as his grand- hesitated „,„ for lack of young com- ir, hf> knew now He was free for fheStim* in his life-free nf the necessity to live an unnat- ward the road. echoed. "Why , thats exactly where I'm heading. That's mj stopping place. Free! To live as he chose! Bigelow was talking heatedly with Jessup. He knew what was being said as well as if he were there beside them. The butler was reprimanding the secretary for not having prevented this appalling thing. Appalling m Bigelow's eyes, at least. And Jessup was defending himself, saying— truthfully, no doubt—that he had tried without success to sway the old man. . , ., A young footman came into the room, touched the butler on his shoulder. He looked very much distressed. The butler's face set in belligerent lines, and he strode toward the door, then swerved toward his former master. "Nevins says there are at least a dozen reporters outside," he stated with a grim look. They say they're here to get the terms DAILY CROSSWORD 4. Liberates 5. Crushing snake 6. Father of gods (Babyl.) 1. Rub hard 8. Plague II. Impudent 13. Guided 15. PJg pen 19. Roman money (Thailand) 22. South America, (abbr.) ACROSS 1. Young cow 5; Fibrous inner bark of trees 9. Smell 10. Atone time 11. Money wagered 12. Of the ear 14. Eagle's nests 16. Employ 17. Biblical city 20. Monetary 18. Pierced, as unit with a sword 21. Receptacle for sacred utensils (Gr. antiq.) 24. Afflrtnative vote 25. Periods of time 27. Not long 31. Over (poet.) 33. 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And the suitcase was of excellent cowhide. He saia suddenly: . "How come you picked Branfield? Just because I was going there?" There was a silence. The young Yesterday'! Answer 42. Couple 44. Mandate 45. Elevated trains .shortened) 20

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