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7 THE EUGENE REGISTER. GUARD CAP YtAP BEIDC LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Her Mind Made Up By HAROLD. GRAY Tb"S J.t tin. for fcttntU; J" ,, n.a mirror to K Uelf- color flamed Lr fnfc '11 "I'.'h.th hi. breath. EK th. tail door open r i ih murmur 'l'S:'00L;P Vrri.4 to r.et 'Tr i;!" he .aid with mo l'rl V.f.rtion. 'in utn " are ... rl.. V.ll" M -thre.hold wa. P f Tall, well aet up ""'J T. brief ca.e. A. h. ., ne 'PT.k' . .ft ilanoe 'ff'urdto.D.n. .,. LteV Da'n PbUlip. had lor n?"'?1'.,, K.t anil burat A". : i.,,rhrer. "Mr. Har- .. '".i.w.1. "So this la your H.rrii, ii ! - thi 400 lauRmns J,, Vail aald 'hotly, "I don't 'what rP '""' . t. Mr. Hnrrii. :bri'k buaineaa-lik. manner waa Dr:. . - .-no hn tanked '. !"".'. - .-...oil. rinninir. at Pan na thoush the two ; esch other. It waa tneredible. 5-StWwhaf. this all .bout? Toman asked helplessly. "I d To know the j"ke. too." She -a at Harris. "Ton you are Hirria. aren't you? That'a your .isn't it? Do you know Mr. iTJtrmor'a face sobered. "Yes tnW him." he answered. I t expert to aee him here, if, rather a surprise. nrM thinss somewhat. I well. , nan here I suppose I may as be frank. I'm the Mr. Harris Kere eipeetinir. Ml nil. and i wain.- I'm not. My name la ri. that Is. It s my middle name. had note from me sayinu tall this afternoon to talk to about pietnre richta on your -.1 The fart is well. I m not .presratatire of United Aetors a fon'r"n"nt with TTnited Aetors? t you're not the man who wrote 5b, re I am. I wrote the let ind aent them to a friend of to remHil from New Tork. ( Bnt. Mt. Harris!" Brendo ail s I bad lost its animation. She I ilarinr at the ninn nneompre liinjlr. almost stupidly. "If you re ike 'Mr. Harris, who nr. you? demanded. Mr name is Pearson. Miss vail. I Harris Pearson. I'm on the Tou en The News! Toil mean a in WellinRton? Toil mean you rn't anything to do with motion tires ? Then United Aetors they 't want my stories?" Suddenly turnpfl en Pearson with blnzine sr. "What did you do It for?" erierl. "How dare you? Oh, but re must be a law aimlnst this of thing. I'll see that yon pay it! Triad to trap me, didn't you? 'light you'd get money " Irenda's afternoon had been too for her. She snatched lip the rest thing at hand, a pottery i, and hurled It across the room. ! raie hit the wall, shattered i pieeaa. Uremia's anger was not mad. She caught up a cushion n the davenport, ripping the silk that the cotton lining fell to the r. What did you do- it for?" she amed. la two men exchanged glances, lysterical woman la not a pleas- ijht. Phillips said. "There's use losing rnntrol of yourself, nda. People wil hear you " K"hat if they do! Po you lindar id what he's telling me? It ns I can't go to Hollvwood! money I'd counted on $10,000 lest ! it means there won't be money! What am I to do now? lister been an humiliated. So mistreated! I'll see that tou for this. I'll see that you r !' erson was actually sorry for Re had made Brenda Vail 1 haggard, shrow-like old wo-I- ?he looked years hovond ber Her lined, twisted face waa itlc. 'J" ,orry." he said alncorelv. shouldn't have dnne It. There e reasons but well, there's no Ming Into that. Mlas Vail ,1 &erately decleved you and t de- rv whatever you think of rae. But after I've said I'm sorry I'm afraid there', nothing mor. to be " "Oh, you think that, do you?" Brenda snapped. "Well, you'll find there', plenty I can do about. It. I'll bav. you arrested. I'm going to make you pay " "I'm afraid you won't be able to do that," the young man said quiet ly. "You see, Mia. Vail, I've been a newspaperman too long to take chance, where law I. concerned. There wa. no mention of money In my letters. I didn't sign anyone else', name. When you examine those letter, closely you'll find there', nothing whatever In them on which you can base charges." "You think I'd believe that? You think I'm going to listen to you? Well, I'm going to see my lawyer!" "Then you'll only ba obliged to pay fee. for nothing. It will be rather foolish." Perhaps Brenda believed him. Perhaps she saw that suddenly every one of her glamorous dreams naa faded. The vision of Brenda Vail, the great scenario writer her name flashing on the silver screen her photograph In news paperswealth, fame. Influential acquaintances all that had van ished. The woman turned awav, covering her face with her hands. "We'd better go," Phillips said. "Brenda doesn't want us here, Max." , my sight, I tell you!" "Yes, go! I never want to see either of you again! Get out .of Her angry, high-pitched voice followed them out Into the halt. Silently the two men entered the elevator and rode to the ground floor. They stepped out on the street and Phillip, was surprised to see how light It was. A little after five o'clock. It seemed hours since he had entered Brenda'. apartment but In reality It was less than 45 minutes. "I'm glad of It," Pearson told him. "I was beginning to think you'd lost your head entirely. That's how I got Into this mlx-up. Senseless apparently. I suppose that's what usually conies from stepping Into other people's af fairs. But I couldn't stand by and see a dame like this Vail woman put the skids on you! I figured that If I could get her Interested In going to Hollywood make her think Bhe had a chance at the big dough .he'd, well, show up In her true colors. She s vain, of course. Terribly vain. You see I took the trouble to look up Brenda Vail rather thoroughly." "How d you do that? "Oh, sent a couple wires. You didn't happen to know about Bren- da's marriage, did you?" "Married? But Bhe's not ?" "No,' she Isn't married now. Husband died two years ago killed In a taxi smash-up. ( Seems he was crazy about Brenda and she led his around by the nose. The dope Is that this husband could really write and people who knew both of them Insist he wrote the maga zine stories printed under Brenda'. by-line. At any rate she hasn't "had a thing published since his death." Phillip's Hps tightened but he did not .peak. "Listen, Dan," Pearson went on. "I hope you're not sore about what I tried to do. Suppose I should have known the thing was .Illy but it seemed to work. At least she fell for those letters. I wouldn't have tried such a thing If I hadn't known about the phoney game Brenda pulleW." "I m not sore. Phillip, assured him. "At least not at you. When I think what a complete Idiot I've been !" 'Forget It. STie's not worth worrying about!" "Oh. Isn t .he? Listen. let. me out of this car. I've got to find a telephone!" 'You can t do thst. Dan. I won't let you. You can't go back to that vampire, I tell you! "Shes not a vampire! sri'S an angel. She's the sweetest, dear est, most wonderful girl In the world! Stop this car. Max. I tell you I've got. to telephone, flood Lord you don't think I'm talking about Brenda Vail, do you? It's Cherry! I tell you I've got to find Cherry!" (To Be continued) The Bert of the Natios'i "Human-est" and Funniest Comics On This Page Daily " thai Lrm-e pest-) TVERE SOES S Sr EVERV TIME I LOOK. I - TRIXIE. GUM SgS ABOUND, I CATCH HER SWOEINO ABOUND- ?rS 3S5 STARINOj AT ME- ESS? WONDER WHAT'S SS S&i SOME TIMES I THINK ON HER MIND SH& TRIES TO READ ) Sfjf NOW-SHE'S 6EEN W? V "V MIND- tnpf ACT1NO SORTA. 32, S HUMPH - OVPSV SAV , YESTERDAY, TRYING TO LECTURE Me LET HER STAY SANCTIMONIOUS AND POOR . THE SENTIMENTAL FOOL THIS IS MY BIG CHANCE- I'D 6E A. . SAP TO MISS IT- THANKS TO THAT PRYING UTTLB RED-HEAD, I DONT DARE USB THB PHONE- I'LL WRITS TIM JACKAL AND MAKE AN APPOINTMENT TO TALK. 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