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"S ' THE EVENING HERALD. KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON April PAGE TEN 13, 1P31 n i i JMarria) Q'lirh -M, MABEL McELUOTT bruin iii:hb tod i OVI'HV Miml'.IX a a TOM vYISAVKR ara mnrrlrd aa lar aniaa tnt aa I.II.A IIOTAI.INU ' Bad l)l'.ll-K DI.INJt. aal walla Llla llrra la taiary flrpay haa is atrvaKla to kep rlrBBB rrltala Tom'a lavnaia. Aftar Grpara aoa la bora he dara befflmt arrnry roan4 ot earlat; for aim and (or Bar homa. Sat auanrela Ton la Intrrraled la Villi A ftllAY rko rrarka la tka aama offloa. IJIa dlrorrca nrrrk. Vera flada axruaea la art Tarn aftra aad oh i alshl, altar trlrklas alia lata tak lac bar aoma, aawrala Ike rua lair togrtarr. Ton Irnvaa fcaallly. Drrekt Irarnlas Llla dlrorcrd klra la Blurry MARKO BIIOIOH- TON. rlrkar aad alder eotara aa lavlted la a dlnaer parly b-Itcb by Llla Grpar la tkera aad alaa RUNT GIIISON. Dtrrk. wao kaa . . Bern drinking-, fnlla from a aal OB7 to tka atrcet. Several dara later ke dlra. -Tom aad Grpay suarrcl aad . Tom leavea home, lie la aeat aat 1 al tona oa kaalneaa aad nkea ke reraraa Grpay la aot at tke apart ' mrat or ker pnrrnta koate. Tom, trrlac to tlnd ker apprata ta Hunt, rrko auajecata ake may be at the Loaa Inland aammer camp. Tom and llnnt art olt for the f' ramp. Thrr arrive Jaat la time to reweno her from a night prnirlrr. Aom and Gypay ara bllaafully - recoacltrd. HOW GQ Olt WITH TUB STORT CHAPTER XLVII nnWO girls were at lunch In a downtown restaurant One was thin and eye-glassed and her blue ault wore an air ot primness. The other had a merry, mischievous face, crowned by a bleached mop of permanently waved hair. "You know what happened," she urged the other, spooning up her t Ice cream eagerly. "Tell me J dont be such a meanle, I'm dying to know." , "Honestly I don't," said the girl la blue whoso name was Cath erine Miles. "Honestly I haven't an idea. The only thing was when I came in that morning I heard Mr. Lawrence say, "Well,. I'm aorry to hear you're leaving us. Miss Gray. . . .'" "That's good." The blond girl finished the last ot her sundae and roddftied her lips with the aid ot a small pocket mirror. "Well, you know lots more than you pretend to, only you're afraid to spill it." she taunted. "I beard a few things myself. That morn ingthe one after Mr. Weaver got back from his western trip he stormed in like a hurricane. I was ta Whilfy's office, right next to hers, and I heard plenty though I wasn't supposed ta He said to her, "Where's that telegram?" Miss Catherine Miles leaned for ward, putting down her cup ot tea In her excitement "He said that!" "Yes, he did. And he was mad ' clean through. I thought he was going to chew the partitions. "Where's that telegram r be said and she said, 1 don't know what you're talking about' Then he laid Into her. He said be was go ing straight to Mr. Lawrence and he said. Ton don't dare.' He laughed and said why didn't be? And she said if he did she'd tell he'd been coming up to ber apart ment at all hours and drinking her liquor and pestering ber. . . ." "She said that!" Miss Miles went crimson all over. "Why, the the nerve of her. I don't believe a word of it - "Well, anyhow, he laughed again and said he wouldn't have believed : It of her, though he'd been warned before what she was like "I thought you were just a good scout" he said or something like that "I didn't know you were a snake in the grass. You tell Lawrence any lies like that and you'll be finished In this business for life." "Then she started to hedge, sort of, and said naturally a girl didn't want any trouble and what did he want ber to do? He had all the breaks, she said. A man always But the man at the door was not In uniform. He wore careless gray tweeds and a battered hat. Ho snld, "I'm from the Globe, Mrs. Bliss. ..." She uttered a little cry. "No re porters I said I would see no re porters." She shrank in her chair. "If you'd just make a statement? Is it true thnt your reported en gagement to Mr. Brougliton is brokon?" "I won't answer. You have no right to brenk into my aullo this way. I'll complain to the captain. 3rlsson. ..." a a a pHE chauffeur elbowed bis way into the passage. "Mrs. Bliss lays you're to ease outl Get that?" The man in gray gave no sign he had heard, but continued Im perturbable with his barrage ot questions. "Is It true that Brougta ton's common law wife threatened you with a suit for alienation? What are your plans?" "No statement ... no statement" the woman chattered, her eyes flashing. "Oh, Cncle Morgan, send this man away!" This to a digni fied gentleman whose white hair and pince-nes appeared over the ihoulder ot the newspaperman.' "You're annoying my niece, sir. Please take yourself off or, by the Lord Harry, I'll rive yon a whal ing." Morgan Hotallng raised bis ebony stick. Llla Bliss sank back against the cushions. "Why do they persecute me like this? What have I done?" "Hush, hush, my dear. Dont let the bounder hear you." "He'a gone, madam," Grlsson said. "Is there anything more I can do?" "Nothing." She bad her hand kerchief to her eyes. "Marko come yet? She shuddered. "I told him not ta He simply mustn't They'd have his picture In all the tabloids. Besides, I didn't want to see him." "The thing Is over then?" She frowned. "Of course She threatened me threatened both ot us. My nerves won't stand it 1 had to get away. New people new places." "You knew of her existence be fore then?" It was the lawyer speaking now. aot the concerned male relative. - "Oh. I had heard ot her natur ally. I didn't suppose tt was im portant AU men. ..." "Llla, dear," interrupted the other. 1 don't like to hear you talk like that It's flippant It's unbecoming." She shrugged her shoulders. "Anyhow, I'm grateful to you. dear, for standing by me so splen didly, with Aunt Marion and all the rest against me." , a a a T ILA would employ this manner with males to her dying day. This one elderly, precise, conven tionalresponded to it as she had expected him ta He said. "Not at alt You're the victim of circum stances, my child. Nothing more. Aunt Marion simply doesn't under stand. . . ." Llla kissed him fondly. He was a bit ot a lamb. No one else under stood her so well. Aunt Marion and ber cousins bad been horrid all through her trouble. They bad never liked ber, bad always' been jealous of her because she was beautiful. Women! " After he had gone she began to feel a trifle lonely. Had she been wrong not to bring ber maid? But then she bad felt she wanted to be alone. There was an engraved list of passengers on board and she picked it up, reading It avidly. One name caught her eye; "The Marquis of Emelin-Dare." Why, that was the handsome young man she had met at Cannes two or three seasons ago' when she bad been visiting the Dentons. He was a delightful Englishman. He bad been poor as poverty then but he bad since come into a lot of did. He didn't pay any attention money through the death of a rela te that Yon could see she thought live. Llla sauntered over to the being pathetic was going to break ', dressing table and touched her him all up or something. He said, "You be out of here tomorrow morning or else. . . I" "So she resigned," breathed Catherine Miles. "She didn't dare do anything else," announced the girl with the tawny . hair with relish. "And . that's a case of good riddance if you ask me." a a a - AT Pier 57 in the heat of mid day a limousine nosed its way ' among the trucks and taxis, slid- , tag up to the curb. "Empiric sailing?" Two porters Jumped on the running board and -a uniformed chauffeur said some thing In a low voice to them. They fell away and a lady emerged from the depth of the car. She was slim, she was very beautiful, she was young. Everything about her, from the many bags in their suede casings to the pearls around ber slim throat looked costly. She looked around quickly, as though fearing notice. Then, followed by the chauffeur and the men, lug ging bags, she disappeared into the crowd. The August sun beat down upon the decks of the huge liner. The lady came up the gangplank, look ing neither to the right nor the left A man In blue, with gilt brnld on his officer's cap, saluted her and led her to the elevator. The lady was obviously norvouB. "You wait on the pier for Mr. Hotallng," she Instructed the chauffeur. "Give orders that no one is to be admitted to my suite. There may be newspaper peo ple. . ; , , . "Certainly, madam. It's too bad foo didn't bring Dories. She could fcavo fended them off for you." She shook her head, dismissing Urn. . The chauffeur came back with some message As she wrote out t direction for him, a knock came U the door, - "8oo It that's the steward," the woman said. "Let him in. 1 sent br aim. hair speculatively. She looked a fright . She would ring np the beauty shop and have a facial. Maybe she would not keep to her :aln all the way, as she bad threatened, but dine in the main salon. After all, she had been ter ribly shut np for the past month. She owed it to herself to take an Interest in life . . . She was young ... i. The Marquis was young, too. And Marko Broughton was old. Poor Marko! Maybe it had been providential that woman had made sucb a fuss. He had been very generous with Llla. She would send him a radiogram presently. It would be friendly and cheerful and sisterly In tone. Then she would change and go on deck. Those dreadful reporters would be gone. . . . (To Be Concluded) Flapper Fanny Say Qua ' ' OU 1 OUR WAY . By J. R. William. 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