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SYNOPSIS
When Joyce opened her eyes lone
morning to see a fruit -laden orange
tree from the end of the luxurious
sleeping porch where she lay in bed,
she couldn't decide what had happen-
ed to her, for the last thing she re-
membered was a skidding taxicab in
Chicago on a sleeting November day.
And when she saw the circlet of dia-
monds on• her wedding finger and
when a man who called her Frills
came to bid her an affectionate good-
bye before leaving home for a hurried
business trip, warning her to be
careful after her fall from her horse
the day before, she was even more
puzzled. The gorgeous house that
was evidently her home, the faint
brown stains on her fingers—she had
never smoked—and the initials on her
toilet articles, F.L.P., added to her
bewilderment. But—"it's heavenly,"
she said: "I'd be perfectly happy do
spend a whole clay right here."
THIRD INSTALLMENT
There were also several letters ly-
ing about this litter, J"yce, picking
one up, glanced around at the door
feeling an almost irresistible im-
pulse to lock it before she read the
letter. Then she forced herself to
remain seated. "You've a perfect
right to read these letters," she said
to herself out loud, "don't be a fool!
Even if any one did cone, I guess ..
I guess... I'm Mrs. Neil Packard!"
Yet the uneasy feeling persisted that
the girl named Frills Packard might
at any moment come in from the
other room and scornfully demand
an explanation of her actions. "Oh,
NORMAN W. MILLER
ISSUER OP CAR LICENSES
Agent for E. D. Smith Nursery Stock
Office Isaac Street, Clinton.
Poone 62w.
DR. FRED G. THOMPSON
Office and Residence:
Ontario Street — Clinton, Ont.
One door west of Anglican Church.
Phone 172
Eyes Examined and Glasses Fitted
DR. PERCIVAL HEARN
Office and Residence:
Huron Street — Clinton, Ont.
Phone 69
(Formerly occupied by the late Dr
C. W. Thompson)
Eyes Examined and Glasses Fitted
DR. H. A. McINTYRE
DENTIST
Office over Canadian National
Express, Clinton, Ont.
Phone, Office, 21; House, 89.
D. H. McINNES
CHIROPRACTOR
Electro Therapist, Massage
Office: Huron Street. (Few Doors
west of Royal Bank)
Hours Wed. and Sat. and by .
appointment.
FOOT CORRECTION
by manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment
Phone 207
GEORGE ELLIOTT
Licensed Auctioneer for the County
of Huron
Correspondence promptly answered.
Inmiediate arrangements can be mode
for Sales Date at The News -Record.
Clinton, or by calling phone 103.
Charges Moderate , and Satisfactior
Guaranteed
should think he might be: I'd like.
to know who (C.' is and who's Matt'?
This," she thought, "is a pleasant
revelation! All the signs have point-
ed to Frills being a bit lively, but
this is a little too much."
Just then the telephone rang.
There was an instrument on the
desk, gray -enameled like the furni-
ture, and Joyce quietly lifted off
the receiver and listened in. After
a moment's silence, she heard the
maid answering ion the instrument
downstairs. A man's voice inquired,
"May I speak to Mrs. Packard,
please?"
"Mrs. Packard gave instructions
that she didn't feel up to seeing or
speaking to anyone today."
"Oh? ... Well, listen, Roxie, tell
her it's Mr. Maitland, will you, and
ask her if I can't speak to her just a
minute,"
"All right, sir."
Joyce hastily but cautiously re-
placed the receiver and getting up,
went out onto the sunny sleeping
porch. In a moment she heard the
woman's voice at the bedroom door,
and going in, listened to her mes-
sage..
"Just ... just tell him I—" sloe
hesitated.
"Tell him I'm asleep." she said fi-
nally, looking down at the carpet and
feeling a guilty reluctance to meet
the maid's eye. Then, when the wo-
man had left, she returned to the
desk telephone and listened again.
"Mrs. Packard is asleep, sir."
"Oh, she is? Well, when she
THURS., APRIL 13, 1933
downstairs. Stopping shortshe
tiptoed softly .aver to the door which
stood. ajar. She could hear a woman
speaking.
"Well, I'm glad she's been able to
sleep, Mode. No, I'll just run up
myself. She'll want to see me, if
she's awake, of course.' . . I just
want to find out how she is and if I
can do anything for her, .. Did you
say she'd had anything to eat to-
day?"
was too blurred to decipher, but the
second one was clearly stamped. She
stared at it bewildered, a sudden
feeling of faintness . seizing her.
"Why, I left Philadelphia in Novem-
ber .. That means ... Oh, it can't
be possible! April — nearly . two
years! Where have I been all that
time? Oh, I can't understand it, it
frightens me.... I don't like it... .
Oh dear.... Oh dear... "
..Suddenly her overwraught nerves
gave way, and slipping to her knees.
in front of the couch, Joyce buried
her face in her arms and began to
sob desperately, terror and loneli-
ness possessing her entirely.
When Joyce awoke, she lay for
same moments collecting her
thoughts.,
And then Joyce hung up her turn receiver, breathing a sigh or relief at
her escape.
what's the matter with me? There
can't be another Frills. Frills Pack-
ard is as dead now as ... as Joyce
Ashton was yesterday. She can't
conic in."
Joyce opened the first letter reso
lutely. A newspaper clipping fell
out. On the heavy, pale lavender
paper with deckle edges was a short
note in a sprawling feminine hand
It began without any preliminaries:
"Locks as if you had some party!
Wish Td been there. You might
hand this clipping on to Laurine. I
hear she's been trying to find out
where Mait was while you were at
Nita's.' Watch your step, Frilly! C."
Not trying to digest the meaning
of this note, Joyce hastily read the
newspaper clipping: "A great deal
of righteous indignation is being fell
among the citizens of the Valley
Road district at the actions of a
certain prominent society woman
and her week -end guests. When all
other amusements failed to provide
the necessary thrills, a new game
was instituted and carried out be-
tween two and three o'clock Sunday
morning. This game was a species
of follow -your -leader, played in mot
ors with no headlights, and only the
usual rear lights on. The bright
moonlight was presumably respon-
sible for the fact that there were no
casualties among the players, for
the driving was undoubtedly of the
most reckless character, and the
leader led the party a merry chase
over banks and sidewalks, across
fields and lawns with utter disregard'
for the property of other people.
"It is understood that the hosts o''
this_ party paid liberally for the
damage sustained and -that the mat-
ter was satisfactorily adjusted sr
that it will not be taken into the
courts. The young woman who or-
iginated the sport and drove the
leading -car is the wife of a well.
`known Manzanita citizen. Her part
nor in the game was a man from the
same place whose name is said to be
frequently mentioned in the same
breath with hers. '..."
As Joyce' finished reading, a wave
of horrified shame flooded her. "How
perfectly disgusting! I suppose they
were all drunk as lords, Frills worse
than the rest, ` No • woncler. Neil is
worried about 'reckless stunts' .. I
THE McKILLOP MUTUAL
Fire Insurance Company
Head Office, Seaforth, Ont.
President, George McCartney, R.R.
No. 3, Seaforth; vice-president, Jas.
Connolly, Goderieh; Sec. -treasurer,
Martin A. Reid, Seaforth.
Directors: Thomas Moylan, R. R.
No. 5, Seaforth; James Shouldice
Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesbore;
Robt. Ferris, Elyth; John Pepper,
Brumfield; A. Broadfoot, Seaforth;
George Leinhardt, Brodhagen.
Agents: W. J. Yeo, R.R. No. 3.
Clinton; Jahn Murray, Seaforth;
James Watt, Blyth; Ed. Pinchley,
Seaforth.
Any money to be paid may be paid
to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of
'Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin
Cutt's Grocery, Goderich.
Parties desiring to effect insur-
ance or transact other business will
'he promptly attended to on applica-
tion to any of the above officers
'addressed to their respective post of-
fices. Lasses inspected by the direc-
tor who lives nearest the scene.
iitN DIA�i �Olii '
AI rWA $
TIME TABLE
/Trains 'will arrive at and depart from
Clinton as follows:
Buffalo and Goderich Div.
'Going East, depart 7.08 a.m.
Going East depart 3.00 p.m.
Going West, depart 11;50 a.m.
'Going West, depart 9.58 p.m.
London. Huron & Bruce
'Going, North, as. 11.34. lve.11.54 a.m.
"Um South 3.Q8 p.m
That must be Laurine! The voice
moved nearer the stairs. Joyce, in
a panic. looked wildly about for some
escape, Couldn't she have one day to
regular lunch or just tea?"
"Tea, please." The very thought
was luxurious.
"Certainly, ma'am. Would you like
sandwiches with it, ,orjust cake?"
"Oh, sandwiches, please. I'm so
hungry. And I wonder if ..." She
went on, uncomfortably convinced
that Frills never• asked for anything
in this apologetic fashion, "—;er—I'd
like some orange juice to drink, too.'7
"Yes, ma'am. Will you have it out
on the terrace or up in your room?"
Joyce decided hastily that she
would take a chance. "On the ter-
race, please."
herself? She thought of locking the She enjoyed the food almost more
door. Then, afraid to delay another ,than her breakfast, reflecting with
second, she dashed out to the p- half -ashamed amusement that her
ing porch, pulled .down the covers a! appetite was good in spite of the
the neatly -made bed, and slid between shock of awaking to find herself
the sheets. With thumping heart Mrs. Neil Packard! Ought any one
she half -buried her face in the pillow, in her terrible predicament enjoy
shut her eyes tightly and tried to food so enthusiastically?
compose herself into a state Where
she could breathe quietly.
Firm steps sounded approaching
the door, and a voice said,"Frills?
Where are you ... Oh!" The voice
trailed off into a soft murmur as
the speaker evidently discovered the
sleeping faun in the bed.
The. caller stood quietly by the bed-
side for such a long time that Joyce
So it had not been a dream. It was grew nervous. Why didn't the wo-
something actual and inescapable man go away? Couldn't she see that
Frills was asleep? Or did she guess
that she was shamming?
Just as she felt that she could not
stand it a minute longer, and must
either giggle or choke, she heard her
unseen caller depart.
"Thank goodness! . . . My, I'm
roasted!" -She threw off the covers
and got up, cautiously creeping intc
the room to listen to what happened
downstairs. She heard the same
voice speaking but could not distin-
guish the words. Finally, however,
the front door opened and closed.
So rested and so much more con-
fident did she find herself that she
decided to go downstairs, risking the
meeting with any callers who might
appear.
Roxie was by one of the windows
reading a newspaper. Seeing Joyce,
she stood up. -
"I slept longer than I expected to,"
said Joyce. "and I'm sort of hungry,"
she said, finding it impossible not to
slip into a conciliatory tone and
attitude. "Is there something to eat
her head and went to the closet door I could have, I wonder?"
to pick out something else to wear, "Why, of course, ma'am," replied
when, 'suddenly sloe heard voicesRoxie promptly, "would you like a
which she had to face.
She sat up on the couch, wide a
wake now, and soberly tried to decide
what to do next. As she stared a-
bout the roam, she realized that the
sun was no longer shining in. How
long had she slept? There was no
clock in the roam. She remembered
having seen, however, among the
contents of the blue leather case on
the dressing table a small diamond -
set wrist watch. Returning to the
bedroom, she caught sight of herself
in the mirror. Her dress was badly
rumpled, her hair stood up In curly
confusion and her face was streaked
from the tears she had sired.
Four o'clock. "Phew, what a long
nap! I feel a lot better, anyhow. I
wonder if anyone else called up. Oh
dear, that Belmain woman said they
were coming over this afternoon.
They'll probably be here soon. I
think I'll put on a different dress
and see if I can get anything to eat.
I'm perishing with thirst, too,"
Sloe pulled the crumpled dress over
wakes, tell her I called. And ask
her to call mc, please."
"Yes, sir." Click ... click. And
then Joyce hung up her own receiver
breathing a sigh of relief at her es-
cape.
Hardly had she leaned back in the
chair, when the bell rang again. She
listened anxiously. P. rather coarse
feminine voice replied to the maid's
quiet "Yes?" saying, "How's Mrs.
Packard this morning, Roxie? Can
I speak to her? Tell her it's Kate
Belmain."
"Sorry Mrs. Belmain, but Mrs.
Packard is sleeping and gave orders
not to be disturbed."
"Oh. well, I'll call again later .. .
Say, Roxie," wasn't she the lucky
girl not to get smashed up in a fall
like that? I felt sick when I heard
about it. Didn't break a thing, did
sloe?"
"No, ma'am, she hit her head, but
I guess it wasn't a bad blow.'
"Well, I'll tell the world she's lucky
Well, tell her I called, -will you, Rex-
ie."
ex-
ie"
„,"She seems on intimate terms
with the family. Her voice sounds
middle-aged and ... fat ..: uncul-
tured,' thought Joyce critically. "I
wonder who else will call up? All I
need to do to learn who are the
friends of Mr. and Mrs, Neil Pack-
ard is to sit here and listen to the
telephone conversations! I'm find-
ing things out anyhow. I know non
that the maid's name is Roxie and
that 'Malt' is Mr. Maitland and that
there's a couple named Art and Kate
Belmain."
She continued her explorations
which disclosed three more bed-
rooms, each with, its own bath—one
decorated in 'green, one in :orchid
and one in pale yellow. "I'm lucky
there aren't any guests in the, house,"
she thought thankfully, finding noth-
ing :but unoccupied rooms, "I'd hate
to run into somebody staying right
in .the place. Well, I'll go back to
my boudoir and see if I can dig up
any more news of what the charming
Frills has been perpetrating.' Wish I
could discover what the date is ante
how long it has been since I . I
left. Philadelphia."
She sat down on the chair at thr
desk again and picked up one of the
letters, The postmark on the first
fully that she had Wore, when a
man's voice at the doorway startled
her so, elle; nearly dropped the glass.
"My Lord, Frills, • since when have
you taken to drinking orange juice?"
A man crossed the terrace with
quick steps,sat down on a chair
close beside her and leaning forward
looked at her withan expression of
lively concern.
"Did I startle you? Sorry! I guess
your nerves are jumpy after what
happened. How do you feel, sweet-
heart?"
Joyce had been completely taken
by surprise and, in her condition of
excited apprehension, his entrance
upset her so thoroughly thatshe
could scarcely speak.
(Continued Next Week.)
FIFTY PER CENT TRUE
Stout Man: He called me a colos-
sal ass.
She was just draining the last drop Friend: Well, you are large, you
of orange juice and wishing regret- know!
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at the British Industries Fair at
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