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by ANNE MARY LAWLER
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If Mike should believe h.er, what
theix? She flung the thought, back.
She would oross that perilous bridge
when she icame to it, and p.ot before.
Mike Profers Marriage
She came to it sooner than she
had expected.
Four months after the “Serena”
had steamed away without a back
ward glance at New York’s nostal
gic skyline, four months after a
nine-word telegram had shattered
all the ordered and rapturous pat
tern of hei’ existence-—
Jill and Mike were sitting in their
accustomed booth at Guisseppi’s.
His face wore an unusual look of
embarrassment. He was flushed
and excited, as a man might who has
sipped too much of an unexpected
ly heady wine. Suddenly he snatch
ed Jill’s hand upon the table cloth.
An awkward
Lyle’s smooth
He gripped it
protested.
“I love you,
all that. No romantic background.
No wordy prelude. No sound of
music in the distance.
Merely “I love you, Joan.” In
that shabby booth, in a second-
rate restaurant, with the ghosts of
spaghetti and garlic faintly haunt
ing the air, with the orchestra
wandering wearily out of the din
ing-room for refreshment.
Jill looked at Mike closely. Lyle
had been handsome, with the accu
mulated perfection of flawless
clothing and congenitally symmetri
cal features. Mike was—Mike. Un
ruly hair, too-heavy .brows, wide,
generous mouth, stubbornly aggres
sive chin. Not untidy. Not ill-
groomed, but beside the remem
brance of Lyle’s sartorial elegance
—careless. \
But there was a strength to Mike
that Lyle had lacked,
no glamoi* boy, coddled and
and cosseted until he was
and willing and anxious to
a woman for the fortune she
bring him. Here was a
pleasant looking but never hand
some—substantial and trustworthy,
but never romantic—a person of
blithe charm rather than polished
personality.
She Confesses Love
Jill probed his eyes, sincere eyes,
and straightforward and honest.
In that one brief moment, Jill
Morton was ' abjectly grateful to .
Lyle Putnam for his nine-word
telegram.
“And I love you, Mike.”
This is love, she thought. How
could T ever have been fooled by
the tinsel trappings, the fire on
the hearth, the light and shadow
on the wall, dark ardent eyes and
a warm exciting voice? This is love
—it seemed as if even 'the sleepy
waiter could hear that heart song.
“I don’t care,” Mike was saying
earnestly, “if you’re a bigamist, or
a poison-pen artist, or even an axe
murderess. I don’t care whether
your name is Hedy Lamarr or Hor
tense McGillicuddy. I love .you.”
Jill smiled. “I’m not a bigamist.
I’m not a poison-pen artist. And
I’ve never had an ax in my hand
in all my life. And as for my
name—” the truth wavered light
ly on her lips. She thought with
relief, now at last I can tell him.
“Yd d’ve had nice things all your
life,” Mike said. “Pretty clothes
and money and all that sort ’of
thing/ You’Ye had—what they,
call—advantages, I can’t give you
any of them, Joan.”
“I don’t want any of them, Mike,”
Jill said swiftly, “they don’t matter.
Nothing matters—but you—and
me.” • ,
gesture, so unlike
and studied grace,
until her knuckles
Joan.” As simply as
Here pwas
petted
ready
marry
would
man—
He Has No Money »
“I don’t have a penny,” he ad-
mittedf, mournfully. Where had she
heard ‘'those words before? Lyle
had said, “I havent a thing to offer
you,” and she had replied, “I have
enough for a dozen.” But she
Couldn’t say that to Mike. No, she
never could say that to Mike. There'
in lay the difference.
“I haven’t even got a steadv
job,” he said bitterly.
All Tired Out
Before Bay Half Over
Women who should bo strong and
healthy become Weak, run down and
worn Out, and are unable to attend
to their household duties. They get
up in the morning dreading the
day’s work ahead of them.
Some disease or constitutional dis
turbance has left its mark in the
form of shattered nerves, impover
ished blood, end an exhausted con-
dition of the entire system.
Cornea will find in Milbum’s
Health Ond Nerve Pills the remedy
they need to supply food for the
exhausted nerve force, and ohe that
Will help them back to sound, perfect
health again.
“It doesn’t matter, Mike,” she
cried, “money isn’t everything.”
And that phrase, too, carried echoes.
He leaned toward her, ‘^’ve been
trying to " get steady work on a
newspaper. I don’t like it as well
as what I’ve been doing, but it’s a
definite income. Maybe if I did
get a job like that-—”
’“It doesn’t matter, Mike, Look,
dear—”
“Boyd’s getting old,” Mike said.
“He’d sell his business to me if I
had a little money. I could do big
things,' Joan. I have ideas. New
ideas about lights and shadows.
Ideas for commercial photography.
If I can get a jo-b on a paper, even
if it is snapping cheesecakes, ic’d
be a steady income. I
if you'd wait—”
Jill burst in eagerly,
I have a little inoney.
have it and buy Boyd
a start—”
His eyes grew chill
“No thanks, Joan,
make my own way.”
“But you could buy
I could be your model,
on working
ton’s—”
could save-
“Look, Mike
You could
out and get,
and remote
I’ve got to
the
, I
for a while
business,
could go
at Mor.
.Stubborn Mike
Mike was stubborn. “No, I’ve got
to do it myself. Maybe I'm old-
fashioned. But—it’s a man’s job to
be able to take care of the woman
he marries.”
“But Mike—” her voice broke,
“It’s all so silly, that sort of pride.
Why must we wait? We could he
married now—work things out to
gether, ”
Mike's jaw squared ominously.
“No, Joan, You’re — sweet. But
I've got to be able to row the boat
myself. All I can do is -ask you to
wait for me. Will you?”
I can’t tell 'him now,. Jill thought
frantically. I can’t. If a man
would refuse to marry Joan Merrill,
model—what would he say about
marrying Jill Morton, heiress? I
can’t ever tell him now. And I can’t
go on keeping this secret. Either
way I lose him eventually.
CHAPTER XVI
That Mike loved her, and loved
her deeply, Jill did not for one
moment doubt. But- he steadfast
ly refused to think of marriage un
til he’ was making more money. Jill
argued and -pleaded and threatens
but he merely said, “I have no use
for men who live on women.”
Mike’s pursuit of a permanent
job was thorough. He haunted ev
ery newspaper office in town, and
found the same story at each:
“Nothing right now.” He went from
studio to studio, took part-time
jobs here and there, and assisted
Boyd as much as that gentleman
would permit. He .saved money fe
verishly, made growing plans when
—when—
■ If Jill had been afraid that her
masquerade would be exposed be
fore, she was doubly afraid now.
If Mike -discovered he had fallen in
love with a girl so wealthy-^—
Jill tried not to think of it.
the spectre of John Morton
John Morton’s money Walked
But
and
•arm
In arm with her during the day and
through the restless hours of the
night. ’
Toni’s Advice
She grew paler and thinner. Toni
fixed her with a wise stare. “You
and Mike having trouble?” she
asked.
“Money trouble,” Jill mourned.
“Mike won’t marry me tilLhe makes
enough to support me in the man
ner to which he thinks I have be
come accustomed.”
“Mike’s afraid,” Toni said sagely,
“and I don’t blame him.”
Jill’s
should he
with him.
“You’Ve-
life, Joan
fact. “Mike’s afraid you’ll remem
ber what it’s like and grow dis
satisfied with what lie has to offer
He’s got a good future. He’s had
tots of good offers in the past. He’s
stuck to Boyd’s Studio because Boyd
was -shihtt and had good contacts.
Mike learned a lot from him.
“And even though it’s only part-
time work, he gets around. For
years he’s been planning for the day
.when he can buy Boyd out. And
Boyd is one of those lads who’d
retire and
away rather
tent hands,
patient with
but it takes time-
not like other men. That’s his chief
charm—In being different,”
Everything seems to be differ
ent,” Jill said wearily, “values,
people, everything!”
.Till with Lucy
Jill’s letters followed Aunt Lucy
through her lonely itinerary—-Rio,
Mexico City, Uavanna. Lucy read
them With avid IntetesL ■ In one
of these letters to Lucy, Jill had
urnkh
temper kindled. ‘
be afraid? I’m in
I’m willing to—’’
had too much all
.’ Toni
Why
love
your
was matter-of-i
let his business .fade
than leave it incompe-
You’ll just have to be
Mike. lie’ll get ahead,
•and effort. Mike’s
It isn’t
had for
was alb
to be forgetting all about Jill Mor
ton and her romantic problems.
Other people are crowding me out
of the news, Lyle, by the way, is
one of them.”
“I don’t suppose you’d know,
down there in your tropic isolation,
but Lyle and his wife are having
marital difficulties. They crop up
in the gossip columns every couple
of days. Valerie, apparently, is
cashing in on the magnificent pub
licity* her elopement caused. Lyle
doesn’t like that, They say she’s
opening in a new musical comedy
soon,,and if she goes through wi'h
it, he’s threatened to leave her,
“There was a time I’d have been
glad to hear that news. There was
a time I would have laughed at the
idea of Lyle being paid back in his
own coin. Maybe it’s because I’m
growing wiser. Maybe it’s because
Lyle doesn’t mean anything to me
anymore. That’s quite true, Aunt
Lu. And that’s why I’m sorry fc
him.
“You told me once I owed him a
debt ‘ of gratitude. I thought you
were crazy then. Now I see that
you were right—as always. I might
have married Lyle, Aunt Lu-—and
then I would never have met Mike.
“There, I’ve said it. Maybe you
guessed it before, I suppose so. It
isn’t easy to fool you.
“I’m' in love with Mike,
the romantic infatuation I
Lyle. This is real.
“With Lyle, I supose it
backdrop—lights, music, and -glam
or. It goes deeper than that with
Mikp. T can sit in a cheap restau
rant with him, ride with him in the
subway, take in a second-rate movie
with him and be content just be-’
cause he’s near and close. If that
isn’t love, Aunt Lu, what is it?”
Some Comparison
“Mike isn’t handsome, like Lyle.
He doesn’t have Lyle’s style and
Charm and grand manner. He
hasn’t Lyle’s pluperfect and use
less education. But Mike is—auth
entic.
“In the beginning, I was afraid
It might be just a rebound. I know
now that it isn’t. I could meet
Lyle Putnam tomorrow without a
quiver. Lyle was only a cheap imi
tation of the real thing.
“Mike loves me. He * thinks I
have a shady past, -but ne doesn’t
care. He knows I’m not Joan Mer
rill, but he never asks my real
name. He says it doesn’t matter,
nothing matters but the fact that
we love each other. * «>
“There’s a serpent in Eden, how
ever, the same old familiar serpent
of our acquaintance'—money. It's
the same problem, only in reverse.
Mike won’t marry me till he’s doing
better. That’s the reason .1 don’t
tell him who I really am—or he’d
probably skip the country.
“He has a chance to buy a photo
graphic business for a. few thousand
dollars. I’ve offered him the money,,
> but he turned it down in no uncer
tain terms. I admire him for if,
but I still think he’s being foolish.
“I tell him money isn’t every
thing, but he simply says: ‘It is
when a man wants to marry -the
woman he loves.’ And that’s that
But I’ll get him yet, darling.
“Don’t worry about me. I”m fine
and well and happy -for the first
time in my life, in spite of every
thing. You must stop sending me
money, I have more than I need.
I’m only putting it in the bank un
til you get back. I’m living on mv
salary, in case it might interest
you. . ’
“I hope you’re not carrying oh
All
JILL.”
read the letter with
‘It looks to me,” she
‘ as if Jill is getting
sense. But she’s
with any Cuban sugar daddies,
my love.
Aunt Lucy i
satisfaction. “
said smugly, “
some common
likely to muddle things in her red
headed fashion, if somebody doesn’t
lend a hand. I’m tired of Havana,
anyway. It’s just possible—just
barely possible—I’ll be starting -back
for New York soon.”
alike is Getting Along
In spite of Jill’s constant worri-
ment, things began, suddenly, to
look up for'Mike. Onp of the ev
ening papers needed a photographer
and Mike got th'e job.
“Ah, money!” he gloated. “I’m,
getting like Hetty Green. I scoop
it in, Imt I hate to part with it, even
fof food.”
Jill laughed. “What about the
work you do for Boyd?”
“I get days off, miss,” he replied
with dignity. "And there are even
ings. I’m hoarding every dime I
can get hold of. When I manage
to save enough, I’ll buy that busi
ness from Boyd and you can r»
tire and live on my income.”
“We could get married now,” Jill
said crossly, “if you’d let me lend
yon the money.’ ’ She stopped at
the chill expression In his eyes,
"Buy yourself a yaent with it/*
he advised, and the subject was
dropped with such finality that it
shattered the silence into bits.
I
York,, a giddy gypsy in scarlet and
coppei1 and russet and gold. Leaves
rustled underfoot in the park and
the long silver rain pencilled the
warnings of Winter across the win*
dow panes, Jill felt there had uev
er been so beautiful an Autumn in
all the world.
But Aunt Huey was planning to
return home in October, Jill waved
away the thought. Yet in spite
of her desperate forgetting,, the
time was coming-—looming upon het
like an express train thundering
down a track—when she must tel'
Mike the truth.
“Later,” She promised herself,
“later. Not today, Not tomorrow.
But later.”
Mike was frantically busy these
crisp bustling Fall days, and the
Winter fashion parade had begun at
Morton’s, Jill dragged .herself home
wearily night after night, too ex*
hausted to plan, for the tomorrows,
too exhausted to do more than drop
off into the deepest slumber,
Toni’ jeered at her, “Walt till the
Christmas rush, You haven’t seen
a thing yet. . Christmas is when
heayen needs to protect the work
ing girl—at Morton’s, anyway ”
Jill’s Customers
Jill thought to herself, “These
women who come in here and order
the models around so arrogantly—
these women who spend dollars like
pennies—why, I was one of„ them
once.”
Daily Jill found the work more
interesting, more exciting and the
people before whom she paraded the
long hours would have indignantly
sued her for slander could they have
read her thoughts. “I’m getting
the proletarian viewpoint,” she told
herself
clarity.
with, a burst of mirthful
Customer Arrives
golden October afternoon,One
Mr. Brinker catapulted* his plump
form into the models’ room. He
waved a preemptory hand at Mid
Wallace—“Those English tweeds,”
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he shouted- The twins waited ap
prehensively, He did not disappoint
them. “The Genet lounging wear,”
To Toni, “playsuits and bench out
fits. Where’s Gay? Where’s Joan?”
Gay swayed into the room. “You,
Gay, take the Vionnet-
Joan to—better on a
sapphire Mainbouctier
hurry, He was gone
spiring mountain of
tivity,
A twin, moaned, “Another actress.
I can tel, He hopes to outfit the
whole play. He can almost see the
type on the bottom of the program,
‘Gowns by Morton’.”
Mid Wallace serenely buttoned
herself into a nubby tweed. “If a
fat frowsy old fool buys this coat,
I’ll quit, Brinker sold that divine
riding habit to old Mrs. Wyndham.
And anybody knows the horse was
never invented that could support
Mrs. W. for more than five min
utes.”
Gay grumbled, ‘'That Vionnet is
a dream. I get the sapphire Main-
boucher. Joan always skimS off
the cream.” She cast an envious
eye at the door, framing rhe ob
ject of her annoyance.
Toni said, “Get into the Vionnet,
Joan. Important customer.”
Jill reached for the sleelt, pearly
satin creation. “Some actress.
Brinker told Vaughan.”
“What did I tell you?” The
twins nodded agreement.
Brinker was back again, wailing
for haste. “Joan, hurry!”
■no,
blonde,
for yod,
again, a
nervous,
tell
The
And
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THE LAW ATTENDS
TO ITS KNITTING
As far as Chief of Police Helmar
Snell, of Seaforth, is concerned,
it’s an all-out war effort for him.
In addition to helping with the
various activities about ’ town he
occupies his idle time knitting tor
the Red Cross and when the first
sample of his labors reached the
committee "ooms in that town, he
wag the envy of women workers. It
was an air force scarf, every stitch
of which was fashioned py the
chief himself.
“It’s not bard,” the chief mod
estly commented, “I think I’ll try
to turn the heal of a sock next.”
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