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LETTER
WR/T1NÇ
“ H IN T j'
Jill M cFarlane, whose father, Rich­
ard. disappeared In World War I. falls
In love with Lieut. Spang Gordon. She
la upcet when she discovers her broth­
er. Rlc. has fallen In love with Sandra
Calvert, a divorcee of questionable char­
acter. While riding with Dave Patter­
son. a fam ily friend, she Is thrown front
her horse and taken to the hospital.
That night Richard returns home. He
tells her mother. Julia, that he Is now
Captain Mackey, stationed at the same
ra m p as Ric. Ills father, John I Mc­
Farlane. denounces him. Julia keeps
the secret from Jill but tells Dave that
Richard Is alive. She is heartsick at
Richard's indifference toward his family
•he past years.
y o u r fr ie n d ly , s o c ia l a n d b u sin ess
c o rre s p o n d e n c e . In c lu d e » lo v e le t
cbumi
pff »•*•! 11.« (h e fa s t» « ! a r t I ng Iti».(lelri»a b n e V R fo r
•/M ltU M M lt« » r» H » i
in», lb IllM l i b . th .M * 11» IU U ana
la h litt» N<* I a
a n * tilin g » M onitor* In a
J 'rry „ r iluultl» truitr uion«y ha. li « mi re tu rn o f la .lti»
m i ua Zb« a I a ll tliu g g ia l»
f made it his business to influence J ill
ter».
j against Sandra. And i f J ill went gauze, against the cushions.
A touch til l.- anil a touch there «ml
"W h a t's the m a tte r, S andra?”
I home and blabbed—w ell, that was
ynur I d le r . will apaiklc wllh ix-raonulity
R ic asked anxiously.
Sav
thing« vividly.
J
O.K., too.
He was a m an now.
She shook her head, s m ilin g w an­
Krud 23 rrnl« In e o ln . for our booklet
I and his a ffa ir* were his own, and
ly.
" I ’m ju s t low in m y m ind,
i H «X *2,WrlU 1 •’'••’•» ,ur All Oi < « M1>n»."
he s till flattered h im s e lf th a t he R icky. Seeing that m an d id it. I
’o Merklv hew»|».»pe» Servire, 24J Heat
17th Street, New York II, N. Y.
I could always w ind his m other guess."
around his little Unger
Ric sank
"O ld Cyanide? C aptain M ackey,
low er into the cushion* and b o l­ 1 m e a n ’ He sm iled at me. T h a t’ s
stered his self-confidence by re ­
som ething fo r the book. I never
m em bering that it would be a long saw him w ear a hum an expression
tim e before he had to go home before.”
N o e le c tr ic s ig n e v e r tie d u p t r a f ­
again, and that when the w a r was
fic on Ilr o a d w a v as d id th e one
It
b rought so m a n y
things
over he'd be some kin d o f hero, back.
Creomulslon relieves promptly be­
o v e r th e A s to r T h e a te r w h ic h a d ­
she said.
“ You know , he
use U goes right to the scut of th*
no m a tte r w hat happened to him .
Thanks for the Memory v e rtis e d th e film H o lly w o o d H e vu e en
was a frie n d o f W in’ s, in H a w a ii.”
trouble to help loosen and expel
and Dooley would k ill the fatte d
in
th
e
s
u
m
m
e
r
o
f
1929.
s
a
y
s
C
o
l­
"Y o u knew h im o ve r th e re ? ”
germ laden phlegm, and aid nature
c a lf—anyw ay a tu rk e y o r some­
to soothe and heal raw. tender, In­
We knew a ll the officers, n a t­ P ) V R v a lu a b le b o o k le t, " H o w to lie r 's .
thing.
CHAPTER XII
flamed bronchial m u co u s m em ­
A c c o m p a n ie d by an o rc h e s tra , 24
W rite L e tte r s fo r A ll O cca
u ra lly . M ackey was a m a jo r then.
branes. Tell your druggist to sell you
He was not pleased when C aptain T hey’ re both p a rt of a ll th a t I'm » io n s ," g iv e s d ozens o f h e lp fu l c h o ru s g ir ls s ta g e d a d a n ce on to p
a bottle of CreomuLton with the un­
•'I know now how s tiff m y p rid e i M ackey took the c h a ir next to him . try in g to fo rg e t."
p o in te rs on v o c a b u la r y , g r u m r n a r , o f th e lu rg e le tte r s to a t t r a c t a
derstanding
you must like the way It
has grown. I'd m ade a success of pulled out a cigarette, and said cas­
quickly alluys the cough or you are
I know you had a rotten tim e , c o rr e c t fo r m . H a s in te r e s tin g s a m ­ c ro w d fo r th e e v e n in g sh o w and
liv in g , I ’d made a success o f the u a lly, "T ro u b le you fo r a m atch,
to have .vour money back.
Sandra "
R ic la id his hand over p le le tte r s to h e lp y o u im p ro v e w e re so s u c c e s s fu l th a t th e p o lic e
place, I'd m ade a place fo r m yse lf so ld ie r? "
h a d to sto p th e a c t a ft e r th e fo u r th
hers. "B u t it's a ll behind you. This
here, a place fo r m y ch ild re n . And
Ric stood up. a bored scowl on
n ig h t.
is tonight, and this is us—Sandra
for Coughs. Chest Colds, Bronchitis
then he m ade m e feel m y s e lf a his face, and snapped his lig h te r
and R icky. I t ’ s Sandra and R icky
“
Yes,
s
ir.
Here,
s
ir.”
cre a tu re o f no a c c o u n t
Just a
fro m now on. so forget th a t guy and
wom an th a t a m an had tire d of.
Thanks. Sit d o w n ," draw led the a ll that s tu ff you le ft behind in the
à.*’' L."** * ■*
A m o n g th e cases th a t ca u se d
No, I c a n 't love h im — ever. And captain, d ragging on the cigarette
*/■»*<*<
**
isla n d s."
m a n y c itie s to ban d a n ce m a r a ­
I c a n 't hate h im e ith e r. I don't "W h a t's yo u r o u t f it '"
Her fingers s tirre d lik e cold, tim - th o n s o v e r a d e ca d e ago w a s th a t
know w hat m y fe e lin g is—ju s t an
"F o u r
hundred
and
eleventh, | id little b ird s under his w a rm palm .
o f 2 6 -ye a r-o ld C h a rle s G o n d e r o f
a w fu l patience, I think. It's on me s ir."
She flicked long lashes, m iste d a B a yo n n e . N . J ., w h o d ro p p e d dea d
lik e a w eight. I c o u ld n 't breathe,
little , and le t a liq u id look flow over in one o f these e n d u ra n c e c o n te s ts
a ll th a t n ig h t.
I c o u ld n 't sleep.
him .
in 1932 a fte r d a n c in g c o n tin u o u s ly
I —thought about you. D a v e ."
You itart right when you meaiure the
"Y o u 're so sweet, R icky. It's ju s t f o r 1,147 h o u rs , o r 48 d a y s and
" I 'm
here. D o o le y ." he said,
that seeing M ackey again m ade me n ig h ts .
required
amount of Clabber Girl into
q uietly.
feel old!
Old and b itte r.
And
RIÇHÎ
your
flour
. . . You are sure to get jutt
R ichard M c F a rla n e J r. stopped
w ant to be young fo r you. R icky,
in fb<
b rie fly before a plate-glass w indow ,
the
right
rite
In your mixing bowl,
Miamç Bow/
am young.
I t ’ s ju s t th a t life
set his cap at a ja u n tie r angle,
,
followed
by
that
final rite to light
LIGHT
from
reached out and snatched me up
hitched
his
belt
stra ig h t,
and
//»»• O»on
and fluffy flavor in the oven . . .
so e a rly. I was too young and s illy
w alked in to the hotel.
try this if you’re
to know w hat I was doing. Now
That's the story of C labber G irl’s
The lobby was fu ll o f soldiers, the
I m a ll battered and tarn ish e d by
balanced double action.
blue and s ilv e r w ings o f the a ir
life , and I w ant to be lo ve ly and
corps rode alm ost e ve ry shoulder,
brand-new fo r y o u .” She was a l­
officers w ere a rg u in g w ith the c le rk
On ‘CERTAIN OAVS’ Of Month-
m ost te a rfu l.
R ic looked w orried.
about reservations, and a sullen
Do female functional m onthly disturb­
"S andra, I ’ ve told you often
b o tfr
rb» baking
ances make you r.-el nervous. Irritable,
sergeant, w ith overhanging brows
so weak and tired o u t —at such times?
wffb »/»» BALANCED dovb/» ocfr«*
enough th a t yo u ’ re the lo ve lie st
and a lo t of dan g lin g bars on a
Then do try Lydia E. Plnkham 's Vege­
th in g a liv e ! As fo r brand-new g irls,
m edal, leaned against a p illa r and
table Compound to relieve such sym p­
th
e
y
're
a
d
im
e
a
dozen
in
this
tow
n,
I
toms. It's /am our for this! Taken rig u -
flicke d a contem ptuous eye over i
¡“ r
— Plnkham 's Compound helps
any town. T h e y 're a ll breathless,
m ere enlisted men.
R ic ignored i
build up resistance against such d is­
they
w
ear
those
h
o
rrib
le
saddle-
tress. Also a great stom achic tonic I
h im lo ftily and w aited in lin e fo r !
shoes and sw eaters, they clin g , they
the house telephone.
gurgle, they m ake me s ic k ! Y ou’ re
Three o th e r soldiers w ere ahead
d iffe re n t.
As d iffe re n t fro m those
o f h im . a ll c a llin g g irls , and R ic ■
gushy things as a d a iq u iri is d if­
grew ir rita b le and shrugged his I
fe re n t fro m a s tra w b e rry soda!
shoulders as he inched along the
Stop m o p in g ! L e t's have fu n ."
line.
' R icky, I ca n ’t ! ” She b it h e r lip ,
A student o f ch a ra c te r w ould !
• r ' i '
have appraised h im as a spoiled
and a la rg e round te a r ro lle d over
h e r eyelids. " I can’ t get rid o f this
only son, itc h in g under d is c ip lin e
h o rrid feeling.
I feel as though
but im p ro v e d by it. but R ic saw !
som ething g h a stly had la id a hand
h im s e lf as a m an o f the w o rld . !
on m y shoulder, som ething I can’ t
and when at la s t he had possession
shake off. Som ething th a t wanted
o f the phone, his voice was c ris p and
to separate you and m e .”
demanding.
F a t c h a n c e !" R ic m oved closer,
"A re n ’t you dressed yet?
I
thought you w ere going to m eet m e !
put his a rm around her. "S nap out
in the lo b b y? ’ ’
of i t
T h a t c a n 't possibly happen.
Now, decide w h a t you w ant to eat.
The cooing voice o f the w om an
I m starved. I never saw you get
he was m ad about came back, sooth- •
h y s te ric a l before.”
in g ly . "B u t, R icky, d a rlin g , yo u ’ re !
too e a rly !
You said six. I'm not
I don t th in k i t ’s h yste ria , it
Snap out of it. That can't possi­ h u rts too m uch. Deep down. L ik e
dressed y e t."
R ic laughed in d u lg e n tly. "H a v e n ’ t bly happen!"
a p re m o n itio n .
Don’ t ever leave
me, R icky.
I can’ t liv e w ith o u t
you got y o u r face on y e t? "
"Y o u r name is M cF a rla n e ? What y o u !”
" I haven’t got a n yth in g on! I ’ m state?”
$ • x.4
r -
a b athing beauty. Go aw ay, R icky,
I m a y have to leave, you know.
' -'Y*
“ Tennessee, s ir ." R ic did not s it
I ' l l h u rry as fa s t as I ca n .”
I'm in the a rm y ,” R ic rem inded
down. He stood s tiffly , itc h in g to be her.
I “ Going to w ear th a t ye llo w th in g
gone, but the cool eyes o f the older
I lik e ? "
’ B u t y o u 'll stay in m y heart?
m an held him .
You w o n 't go aw ay and fo rg e t m e ? ”
C h a m p io n F A R M E R S , and farmers
D a rlin g i t ’ s a rag! A nyw ay, it's
"H o w old are you, M c F a rla n e ? ” H er voice was a flu ty sob.
a t the cle a n er's.”
w ider shoulder openings. T h e extra
"Tw enty-seven, s ir.”
" S illy g ir l! H ow about a lo t of
" H u r ry up then, Sandra.
I ’m
generally, are changing to Firestone
high, curved, pyramid-Iikc bars cut into
" L ik e the a rm y ? ”
hot coffee? G et hold of yo u rse lf,
s ta rv in g .” R ic hung up, and a re d ­
C h a m p io n G rou n d G rip tir e s . . .
"N a tu ra lly , sir. I e n liste d.”
the soil with a cleaving action, and
headed c o rp o ra l snatched at the in-
Sandra. I don’t know you when
“ F a th e r liv in g ? ” The catechism
in s is tin g u p on th e m w h e n th e y huy
because they are connected, the bars
yo u ’re lik e th is .”
stru m e n t in sta n tly. R ic w alked to w ent on.
n ew tires . . . specifying them w h en
the desk. " I telephoned fo r a sin­
take a powerful “center bite” in the
She shook the tears fro m her
"N o , sir, I lost m y fa th e r—in the
gle ro o m ," he said.
" I called
eyes, sm iled fa in tly , and got out a
they order new tractors.
heart o f the traction zone. Extra height,
la st w a r."
Thursday.
The nam e is M c F a r­
m ir r o r to re p a ir h e r make-up.
Triple-Bracing, and buttressing at the
T
hat
so?
Why
don’t
you
s
it
Thaf's because the new Champion
lane. R ich a rd M c F a rla n e .”
" I 'm so so rry , R icky.
I don’ t
down?
W
aiting
fo
r
som
ebody?”
Base
give th e tra ctio n bars greater
The c le rk studied his book. " A ll
cleans up to 100% more effectively;
Yes, s ir ." R ic dropped back to know when I ’ ve le t m y s e lf go this
strength
. . . lengthen tire life. T h e
rig h t, P riv a te M cF a rla n e , we saved
way, before. I t was th in k in g about
pulls up to 62% more; lasts up to 91 %
his seat.
it fo r you. Best we could do. You
curved connected bars are in con tin u ­
Win, I guess. He h u rt m e so m uch
longer. And It rolls more smoothly
w a n t to go up now ?”
—i t does h u rt to be cheated, to
ous contact with the highw ay, insuring
over
highways.
"N o. I ' l l have d in n er first. B u t
believe in some one and then find
a smooth ride.
give me the key. How m uch is i t 9
y o u ’ve been a tru s tin g fool.”
T h e r e are so u n d rea so n s for th is
Two d o lla rs ? ”
In sist u p o n F iresto n e C h a m p io n
"F o rg e t th a t heel, w ill y o u ? " R ic
"Y
o
u
r
fa
th
e
r's
name
d
id
n
't
hap­
s
u
p e r io r ity . T h e cu r v e d c o n n e c te d
S orry, have to charge three fo r
Ground
Grips w hen you huy new tires,
pen to be D ick M cF a rla n e , did it? spoke m ore s h a rp ly than he intend
the w eek-end."
traction bars flare outward from the
I had a frie n d named D ic k M c F a r­ ed. and sparks g lin te d fo r an
or order a new tractor. T h ey cost no
R ic fum bled out his b ill-fo ld
center, and mud falls freely from the
lane. M et him in F rance, in e ig h t­ stant in S andra’s eyes. Then __
m ore than ordinary tractor tires.
looked to see th a t his pass was in
een."
a rm tightened around her, and he
Place, flung down three ru m p le d
L inen to th e Voice o l Fireitone every M onday evening over NBC
"W hy, yes, s ir, his nam e was gave h e r a lit tle shake. " I ’m je a l­
bills. Then as he turned away he
R ichard. I was named a fte r h im ." ous, sweet. D id n ’t I te ll you? When
jogged the elbow o f a ta ll officer
i ,a r 7 U M fa H ’ U a r e n c i l ^ n t h i N . H ^
"K n o w his re g im e n t? ” persisted I th in k o f th a t fe llo w m a k in g you
who was w a itin g fo r his m a il
T h ey’re called "The Plowing Scht* er £ 0
c ry , b re a kin g y o u r heart, I see
Old Cyanide.
"S o rry , s ir , " he said, c u rtly .
and with plenty of
S,ar !"e year, in
"Y es, sir. It was the 105th, m a ­ green and i t m akes m e nasty. L e t's
Old Cyanide!
R ic gave him a
d rop the whole th in g and enjoy this
chine-gun, s ir.”
s tra ig h t look and wondered why
“ I fought w ith the 105th. Q uite a S aturday n ig h t. We haven’t got
th is C aptain M ackey was studying
Tires. You’» find new Cham pion Ground
lo t m ore o f them , m a yb e .”
coincidence, m eeting you h e re ."
N ational M atche, at Wheiathund, Uly I
h im so oddly. He fe lt his necktie
rip, on „„
their tractor, today.
and Troy, lllinol». W hen he ret.
G rip.
"Y es, s ir, i t ’s v e ry interesting.
and his buttons anxiously, wheeled '
Harry
We never knew w hat happened to
com petition in
ri< h t _ c la re vnee.
nce, H
o rry and Carl
on his heel.
m y fath e r.
He was k ille d , of
course. A lot of records were lost
"W h a t w ill I do when you leave
in th a t w a r.”
" I lost tra c k of him , too,” w ent m e?” She nestled close under his
on C aptain Mackey.
“ Though we a rm , sm a ll and helpless and lo v ­
R ic went back to a corner and
were
p
re
tty
close
at
one tim e . able. “ Riclcy, I ’ll d ie !”
slum ped on a sofa. Sandra was a l­
“ Y o u 'll d ie ? ”
He grinned down
Thanks fo r the lig h t, M a fa rla n e .”
ways late, but when she did come
"Y o u 're ve ry w e lco m e sir. And at her. “ I ' l l be in some place fu ll
down every b rig h t cu rl would be in
o f fleas and m ud, eating fro m a
place and shining, her fin g e r tips now if the captain w ill excuse m e —”
tin pan, o r ro lle d up in a w et pup
"G ood night, s o ld ie r."
w ould be tinted ju s t the rig h t shade
“ Good night, sir. G lad to have te n t w ith m y feet s tic kin g out into
fo r h e r skin, her eyes w ould sparkle
a cold ra in , and I ’ll be th in k in g of
m e t yo u .”
and her dress and hat be chosen
Sandra was w a itin g by the eleva­ you, cu rle d up in a w a rm bed—and
w ith the cle ve r perfection th a t
to r when R ic h u rrie d across the lob­ yo u ’ ll d ie !”
tasteSCd R ’ C 8 C ritic a l and fa s tid>°us
" I ’ ll be d re a m in g of y o u ," she
by.
She looked displeased.
said, w is tfu lly .
"W
h
a
t
did
he
w
ant?”
she
de­
Sandra had had a tough tim e
"A b o u t me? O r about W in Cal
manded.
P oot kid . B ut the little bitterness
v e rt? ”
R ic looked a trifle surprised. “ Oh
it had put into her s p irit had added
That would be a n ig h tm a re. I ’d
ju s t one of the old boys. He said
a tang, a zest to her personality.
he knew m y fa th e r in France. wake up scream ing. And then I ’d
He had had a few anxious days
T h e y 're always re m in iscin g , fig h t­ have to take tw o a sp irin s and b i­
a fte r J ill's v is it. Sandra had said
in
g th a t w ar over a g a in ." R ic took carbonate o f so d a ."
'Y o u r sister doesn't lik e me, R ic k y ’
They both laughed at that, and
her
a rm , pressed it a little . “ Where
She's a naive little thing, is n 't
settled down to o rd e rin g th e ir d in ­
do you w ant to eat, sw eet?"
she?”
N ot here.”
Sandra C a lv e rt’ s ner. B u t R ic did not shake off his
R ic blamed Spang Gordon fo r
unease e n tire ly . I t follow ed h im to
th a t. Spang had been an a ll rig h t brows were s till tensed. " L e t’ s go
to some quiet place where th e re ’ s the little hotel room , and though
guy and a good frie n d before he got
it was v e ry late when he left
’ hat com m ission, but la te ly he had no m usic and no da n cing .”
How about th a t little
pi ace Sandra, he could not sleep She w o r­
been too stuffed-shirt,
ir r ita tin g
across the street?
T hey’ ve got ried and puzzled h im . She was so
w ith his occasional side-w arnings
booths in th a t back ro o m ,” R ic sug­ smooth a t tim es, so assured, and
his m o ra l lectures. Spang was gone
gested. " A ll I w ant is to be w ith y e t underneath so young and sweet
now, and R ic had evaded te llin g y o u .”
and so darned helpless! She’d had
h im good-by. T h a t a fa re w e ll would ,
to learn th a t cool arrogance, of
have been som ew hat com p lica te d I In the am ethyst dimness o f a
shaded lig h t, Sandra slid into a co r­ course. A b e a u tifu l wom an alone in
by the fa c t th a t he owed Spang
ner o f the high-backed seat, and the w orld, q u iv e rin g like a drum
m oney, R ic put out o f his m in d
under the restless feet of fig h tin g
w ith a sigh w it
leaned
w . head,
The score was even, i f Spang had ¡ turbaned
h 'T f r her
a li ye
S llo
’ o?
X’í
men.
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