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THE ETJOEKE REGISTER. GIT A' BD LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE 1 They'll Be Expected By HAROLD GRAYi L KAmane hawand-tayioq B ma awiet.i mar was exu. hawk, rut pilot- THBV MAO THEIR OWN CAB MODEM 3 H CHAPTER HI B A OMCW9SMD Tr 1ST , moot 3 AGATE" GREAT! THEY RAM 1 I CAB MU. HEMB Oaaw Ce I 5 nCaT S ue- 8LL MOW i Ef AND MOW THEV BE T5 i. 68 ttscoweceo- I Moan ,!oolsevso- we wu. 9wno comino ow tu their own jftSJ The Rprt j jm w. i amm ' j tmt brat aoono amo unta car- oh, twev're swinqhm -asr V noA isjid 4 oom aaio oosahc oty from around cosmic citv- ths mm f h w.a. ZZk - A krrrTZSfo 1 I littcb em. mn wrtMTH- Mm WW M THE S-LA.T-W0005, 6IY04JO COK-PtNG MOUNTAIN!- THEY'LL U COM I kid IMTO TOWkl, FAOM TV OTHER WAV- BUT REMeMBCR. but I l"ow you'll eon to noint. Iou'11 realize lt'i the uo vtoLSNce- we must riuo mi Akikiie ts- r,11 we. In only trying to oe iron't be fair to mo If you Stafford if I may drive her home" Barrett felt his heart rise. Com ing down the steps of the house op posite was the girl he had seen be fore. The girl who had been "little Elinor Stafford" and an ugly duck ling. She was beautiful now, he saw, aa she crossed the windy street, fol lowed by the stiffly deferential Jen sen. "I'll wager yon don't remember me!" he said aa she neared the curb. "Oh, hut I do!" the girl contra dicted shyly yet with a flUBh that he did not understand. The grip of her small hand was strong and hon est. Her deep violet eyes met his levelly. Barrett felt suddenly within i i rr--- i a fls v 01 ID - - ' - iltak we'd better not discuss It dr," ho laid firmly. She ti Dr alnar snmunen. ner teat hijh. Without word ahe j toward the halL Lrnlng, h followed her unhap i .Bi tii nl(k nil a nslr tit L from the table, watched her tltm on witn two snarp lugs. id Marcia wasn't going to L him angry. Ho had looked for r ...Brie a seelne her; hia Amnll Liter and only relative. Stlfl- l aifb. no scareo aoyv n nt ner, io L io aoemlnitly frail but capable, r.. or bitterness and artfully L,t r'n" ,or r"Tin8e' It railed her heavy1 eyelids for naent to give him an insolent, fiance, xnen sue meiteti, io to him sobbing and laughing. an a beast, Barry! But you help me." ij. Dnf tn hAln vnn. dfnr." hA Ltd her. He patted her shoulder liuringiy. Irill jou" (she mopped her dark I "come and nave a long taut me soon?" khtnever you havo a free mo- telephone and 111 come run he promised. pirry, you are so sweet!" ahe out and, to hia embarassment, hi. Ma tannAri hflnri. She ru uib wo, hAAn a a ATtrAVflffAnt In Ling love as hate. Barrett wished id not had to rememDer tnat IL held her mink coat a moment , "I worry, too, Barry," she tying, "because the boy looks kueb like you. People who hear he j your wara win tnink you '-that he Is your son, hidden to l-ihame " Eircia's back was toward him. ttt realized ahe was hoping by ting this suggestion to frighten Into exiling her son, small Uer- Moore. She should have known better than that! ii I said before, Marcia," he ;td out slowly, "I realized that ibihty when I adopted him. Aa Ifflily we are a rather pronounced But my own peace and com- vould never let me hide him." ph, well !" ahe flung out petu- Ily. He followed her down the tucking a sleek rug around her 'i as the chauffeur waited in- ictions. Standing at the open Barrett felt the heat reaching rd him from the car in which ids trembled in their Bilver vase. tnity case, mirror, cushions, foot I!, cigarets, lighters all were iin the car and the windows were ily cloaed to keep out any chill. r(tt thought, "Unnatural and ide. Makes too much Hoftness, too shielding just as I have " ircla interrupted his thoughts. k is longing to meet you. Xou come soon?" she anked. Any evening you name." lb glanced idly across the street, :td quickly to the chauffeur. bien!" she said crisply, "please across the street to ask Miss himself a glow of an almost forgotten warmtn. "It was so kind of yon, Mrs. Ead- nor, to offer " the girl began. Marcia cut her short. "Hop in child!" ahe said. "I'm late now. I meet Dick down town every day to rule home with him. Isn't that in' curably romantic?" "I think it's nice," said Elinor. Barrett laughed; a laugh prompted by pleasure. It was exactly as he would like her to think. "Nice." "Aunt Ella wants to see you, Mr. Colvin, " said Elinor Stafford. "I'll go to see her very soon," he replied, "but you used to call me 'Barry' and I resent the change. A man should hang around to keep the home fires burning." She smiled at him. Marcia, con- auiting' her small watch again, mur mured something about having to hurry on. The door of the car was closed, a moment later the motor purred and Barrett watched them disappear. Elinor Stafford, he decided, was the sort of youngster one needed to meet on a day when the air was weighted by chill mist and one s tern plea were growing gray. She was so different from Marcia with her ge niuB for finding tight corners and for dragging everyone near her into those corners too. Poor passionate, impulsive, blind and selfish Marcia! Well, this time he would think first of the boy who deserved first thought. After all, he and Marcia, though comparatively young, had not the years ahesd of them that the child had. Marcia s child, his ward, Gerald Moore. The house seemed strangely empty as he returned to it, rather dismal and, In apite of a comfortable tem perature, a little cold. For some reason he did not clesrly understand a vision of Elinor Staf ford's face remained before him. He wondered when he would see her again. A DARRETT COTATN turned Impa tiently to his desk. It waa ri diculous of him to keep thinking of the girl. In an effort to put her out of his mind be opened and scanned a letter or two. A few years ago he had thought that if the small group who under stood his work felt it was good his ambition would he reached. Now here he was reading all these words of praise and instead of feeling pleased he was wondering what it would be like to take a girl of Elinor Stafford'a sort to dinner or the thea ter. He poked bills Into pigeon holes, decided to get rid of Dexter promptly and as soon as he could to make trip to the Connecticut farm house where his ward lived. (To Be Continued) OUTDOOR ACCESSORIES Ja3el yl' r Camp and Outdoors. Pattern No. 467 By Laura Wheeler U vacation time draws near, everyone commences to plan out f activities. The beach, the lake, the woods, lure ua. To enjoy pi thoroughly, we want accessories that add to our comfort. And could oe grander than the lounging rug all properly padded for 'on, and that can be rolled tin and carried? Glazed chlntx oil- 111. or any other waterproof material, la both cool and not averae H bathing suits. A roomv hag. lined with waterproofed material Weal for bathing accessories or an outdoor week-end. Fitting ". appllqued of felt or cotton material, or embroidered in outline th make these outdoor accessories distinctive. The motifs shown II sized to look well on bathing suits, and some are especially fed for kiddies' sun suits. Pattern No. 467 contains the aix ,!' Illustrated, as well as directions and yardagea for making the inri ttiA hncr PrfcA nf nflttnrn Inc. for easy identification of personal belongings Ihli alphabet Pat- F to. 470 offers a short cut. All you need do is preaa em on: washable ink, they permit laundering. The Initials are 316 of ;ncn high. nd We for each pattern (20c for both) to the Reglster-uuard ifraft Dept.. 83 Eighth Ave.. 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