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T H K ILLUSTRATED FEATURE SECTION Juno (i. I!»:U s “THREE WIVES” Ceiiilnued from P l l f Seven By RALPH MATTHEWS ■■ h i " ............. " » ■ ■ • — know your mother, even though alie emitía*! to tin golden blown com had thrown them together attain. Ho is In heaven, would not hold you to pletion highly educated all that a did not love Joyce, such a union would M m envied him It if she knew it would make you uti- man could wish never t> a success, marriage without Ml»e was prrfeet, but In her Lrallo j happy " love is never successful. Gwen's life ■ "Hut. Al. It's the only real decent (mind a thousand fault«; not that had proven that—he could not — he jilting I have done, and I'm going the) actually existed but becauae. try .lust could not! through with It I couldn't back out as hr would, lie could not look at her it's getting so dark, Leslie Kiss now Ttiuik ot the embarrassment It prllll eves of love As a sister, he mo goodbye and say you promise." j would mean to Joy.” " I promise, mamma. I promise." he might, but not as a man looks at a cried, pressing his lips against hers "So her name la Joy. eh? Well. voman well, the woman he deslrra , die II mean nothing but sorrow to ib o v f ¿»it otiu ! > Kg only M m I at as she sank back Into the pillows. It was not until after the funeral you Listen, old man Come to re - 1 ore woman that way. but she had Ha hernial one night and see how ypo gone out of hU life forever. that Leslie worked up interest enough like 11 We've got the vetv girl to ' would make the bent of It. he re- in the life about him to write to [work with you Stir laid off in IMilla ! solved Gwen. He sent two letters, one to the 1 | delphia ht-cauie she awore die He rented offhea down town and hivspit.il and one to his apartment and wouldn't work in Baltimore and went about his work half heartedly. wilted. He explained what had hap W gdiingti'ii. but will Join us in P itts Casea came to him without hta so pened He was careful not to men tion his promise to wed Joyce, how (Units. burgh Boy. as a crooner, d ie a a licitation his father a old wow I With you on the ivorlr* and He found that he was building up a ever. although he had made up his mind to keep it. He ! her chirping It would put Uie allow practice In spite of himself Weeks passed, no answer came A light where we want It Her name bought a car. then hired a secre 1* Gwen Maynard a newcomer, and tary month had gone during which he had A% a secretary. Alien» Hubert* written several letters but received no a knockout around the club* ” answer. He wondered. Little did he ' "Gwen Maynard!'* Iav.hr said In proved Ideal She took so much oft Mhe reminded him of his know that she was wondering too. | himself but managed to control III* his mind ;»p|HiiutnicnU. kept his flics, answered why her letters were unanswered She 'agitation How he hated could not come to Baltimore. Rupert 'Thanks, Al. lor the tip hut really his business letters was there. Leslie could not go to I cant Join you I'm going to d a y , office routine He would rather dream, New York—not and keep his promise ' here and practice law. When you ride out Into the country alone to Only one person knew why those i want your divorce let me know, ’ he j dream and form little tuneful m elo letters were unanswered—Joyce. She j lauglirJ over his .shoulder as he lelt dies in hts mind •saw in t* ic11 pink envelope that came the stagr dour, but there was n o 1 •’You are a )rwrl. Miss Roberta.** said Leslie one day. ns he was leaving troni New York, the woman who j laaigliter In his heart. would steal the man she loved "A ll her desk • • • * lis t her familiar way for a mar is fair In love and war.” she mused I Spring brought the wedding lulls ried man to address his secretary.** as the cackling flames devoured the i wedding bells (h it aremrd to have said a male voice coming from the 'last corner of Gwen's notes. a harsh Jingle Intend of a mtlodtou* direction of the doorway Resigned to his late, certain no“ .', chime to Ieoh** T o the udmtruw leslle looked up suddenly A man that Gwen no longer cared, Leslie set wedding gueata Joyce, tits wife was was standing just inside his door with tled down to Baltimore life He fe lt' as perfect u.s womanhood could be a .satanlc smile spread over his whole out of place. First, he had become flashing black eyes that glistened countenance It was Hupeit Clifford* accustomed to New York's mode of from under tremendously long laahe.v j living and Baltimore seemed to him a (T o He < ontlnurdi a ina.vN of bla< k shiny hair, quite lu bit provincial. The years that had brought about the change in him had also played havoc with his old home town The modern Baltimore was but a shell of the Baltimore he had known and loved, the home life had gone and In its stead was fast He was making a desperate effort at » ourtiug Jorre. cropping up s desire to live—as New York lived—which was at best mere love her. but the more he courted They were seated lit the Royal ly existing. Where happy homes once stood, the more certain he became that I Theatre one night, enjoying a revue, now there were apartment houses, j such could never be—the more con- j when Leslie sat suddenly erect. The that really were not apartment hous- | vinced he was that this carefree object of his attention was a rather se at all. Just large residences slashed bachelor life, his ultra-modern con- ’ lanky daneer. who was working under up into flats. That old hospitality ... .. . that he used to brag about was slow- vlctiofts °*> u,e niarn.ge question I fork. There was something strange ly being choked to death In such j which had become a part of him. ly familiar about Ills antics. Leslie crowded quarters. In Its stead was ) could never be cramped to fit her searched his brain, trying to place a selfishness and coldness that always | orthodox ldcas ol marriage I him, but It was not until he began ■ allow* in the wake of the apartment ^ Then. too. Joyce was ambitious, too house evil. j much so for a woman who expected j to speak that he recognized lilm. "B y Gad! Joyce." he cried, set/ He took rooms at the Y M C A to make a success of married life ■and was making a desperate pretense She often told him that she did not mg her arm. "that's Al Freeman. 1 at courting Joyce He was hoping Intend to let matrimony Interfere wonder what he's doing down here?'’ against hope that he might learn to) with her career as a teacher. "Oh. I don’t see anything In a I black face comedian to get rxclled about." rejoined Joyce. "But Al lx more than a blackface | comedian, lie’» my |ml I want you to inert him " , I "Another one of your low friend* from New York. I suppo.se,“ said | 1 * 1 1 Joyce. "M e meet hint? What would, my friends say If they saw me talk ing to a stage actor?” "Oh. well, don’t bother. Just wait | here In the lohby while I slip back j stage and say hello " "W ell. I'll be blowed’" said Al a il he raiaed his head from a wash bowl I O n ly MURRAYS the water of which was as black a s ! the cork on his face "W here in the | PO M ADE contains world did you blow from. Les?” "T h a t’s what I want to know.’’ said j uiiv ut ih ihrir norma!, nrensary Those time* when you mint lie this N e c e s s a r y Aid Kayne “ I thought no txiwer could Work. Ih emularti tur ri attuali} ready in a jiffy' Just time to slip have drawn you out of New York. brnrjuial lo thè iktrt. on your d r n t Not a m<>mrnt more to B e a u t i f u l H a i r Married yet?’" to *|ure— yet you muif n t chance W hy chance rmlnrrassment ever — "Married yet?” roared Freeman perspiration offense Then’* when a l l e i » ou cari always bave almolute Short, hnr\h anti unn i I j Why, man, I ’ve almost got a d i you're most grateful lor Mum! h n r v e n ti (rr\h dir vorce." proteclion in tliis deliglitful tonni nntl nwrii/imcjii Mimi will neutralizr evrry hit of "You mean that you and Grace to atte it perma In no more time Ilian it tikes to nent beauty. have fallen out?" unpleasant odor. N ot thè aliglit- powder your tune, y.Hir underarm "No. not fallen out She put me est snggesltoti of nny odor u n ” toilet is made with Mum. One dull out and I had to Jump bail on u non I s rss| I il v peltri rate th.it prolecling ot snowy cream under t.uh arm support charge. T h at’s what I ’m do film. Fort are ¡aje far hourt. and you're safe. Mum doesn’t have ing with this show. She refused to to dry. It is soo'lung to the skin, Kcepa j.irof Mumon yoiirilrrising O u r la b o r a t o r y t i p o r t i H ave d is c o v e r e d leave her folks, you know, and be und just as harmless to thedaintiest l.ihle and mukc iis ine a rlaily tween the lot of them they cleaned t h a t C a s t o r O H a n in g r e d ie n t u s e d in m a k fab ric. M inn doesn't even leave me for every rent I had and then h.ihit, nioriiing and night. Many in g M U R R A Y S S U P E R I O R H A I R P O M A D E the skin greasy. This likable mid tried to Jail me because I wouldn't woinett keep it in thè parse, just o p e n s t h e s c a lp p o re s a n d h e lp s g iv e p e r usable deodorant has removed (In- pay more. Gosh. man. I wish I was lo l«c ready lor any etnei geni y. m a n e n t b e a u ty to th e h a ir . T h a t 's w h y like you and never thought about get last excuse for offending. For it M U R R A Y S S U P E R IO R H A IR P O M A D E Sprrad a little Munì on thè s.init.iry ting married.” is ready for any and all occasions. n o t o n ly m a k e s t h e h a ir l.iy d o w n s m o o t h tiapkhi and Voli will l>c screaely "But I am, Al. I ’m engaged now.’’ It offers you |iermanrnt proter lion a n d s t r a ig h t t h e m o m e n t it is a p p lie d b u t safe front oflense. Kvery \cstige "W h a t!" Freeman looked Ids amaze for its daily use can do no harm. al'so k e e p s I t t h a t w a y . A b s o l u t e l y s a f e , of odor is neulraliteil not increly nient. "Don't do It, Les. You did p u r e a n d e a s y t o u s e . T r y t h i s a m a x in g stitlrd.ordisgiiised. All toilet good* me a good turn once when you ad p r e p a r a t io n t o d a y a n d y o u ’ ll be d e lig h t e d vised me against marriage, now I w i t h r e s u l t s . P r i c e SOc a t a l l d r u g s t o r e s . want to return the favor. Come on, man, I'll land you a Joh with this out fit right now. Cohen ts crying for a good piano player who ran arrange. Shake It oft. Les. You aren't really In love are you?" "No, It’s not that—you sec It's a promise a promise to my mother a death-bed jiromlse." "Don’t marry her, Lea. God knows It's tough enough when you do. 1 I Y our H air an d S calp N eed C astor O il ID D D - lmi .till timo io uso M um cÎ 7 U û ih a u i SUPERBOR HAIR POMADE