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Copyright by Peggy Shane.
WNU Service
SYNOPSIS
A pretty young woman finds her-
self In a taxicab in New York with a
strange man who addresses her en-
dearingly and speaks of "an awful
shock.” When he leaves her for a mo-
ent at a drug store she drives on,
for she fears him She stops at the
Biltmore, still wondering who she is.
Her memory is gone. From her ex-
pensive clothing she concludes she is
married to a wealthy man, She meets
& Young woman who speaks of her
desire to go to Reno for a divorce,
if she can get the money. The wom-
An vanishes with the nameless girl's
purse, and $9500,
CHAPTER II—Continued
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turned and scrutinized
the girl for a moment slowly. Her
face was broad and friendly, her eyes
shrewd but kindly. The long gaze was
one of appraisement. Then she sald.
“Ah Doris! How beautiful you are,
Doris! I am glad you are here!" And
she flung her two fat arms around the
girl's soft fox collar and slender throat.
and pressed a firm, cheek
hers,
Doris!
hardly the
dered at the tea
grateful that
The woman ta
i
Jumble of words,
The woman
against
wet
So that
was She
felt won
embrace,
rs. Doris she was
friend
the
she had found a
‘ ¢
lked on, Out of
1denly
a sentence sn
“And so
Your hushand on the seas we will have
disclosed itself : now with
to console ourselves
comes back to us!™
her hushar
wl to be true
is frightened”
brea} 14 sly
It s«¢ emed too
“Oh,
go
she
woman fondly, addressing nobody
scemed to be one of her |
no wonder, No
citen
hd
Young Ar
ent. Come, we will
He wanted to guar
gage wel She shook
mis will
Doris
feet
and
everything
away. He ¢ » forward
up Doris’ bags. Watching
on the alert for some clu at
unravel more of her past to her
followed,
A limousine stood
cilely Doris hopped ir after the
fat woman. f nualm In
her heart. Undoubtedly she had known
this woman, and perhaps it wonld soon
come back to
At least
name,
“Pot Mrs. Du Val's
sald her hostess fussily
Mrs. Du Val!
been speaking of her to the oh
So she was Mrs. Du Val. Du Val. D V
She did not feel quite satisfied
The bagg: wns quick
and the ear started through the traffic.
laden New York streets. “Ah. Rocky
is seasick by now, n'est-ce p said
little Mrs. Du Val. “He cannot stand
traveling, poor fellow.”
robe anxiously around Doris. “But she
mustn't catch cold at such a time,”
he went on. She eclucked in her
throat like a worried old “You
feel warm? We have a long ride, you
know.”
Doris did not know,
gratefully.
And why
such a
they could be going.
Her mind was going around and
around in a circle. Her hushand was
named Rocky Du Val. He had sailed
for France. That much she gnthered,
Then the man she had been with In
the taxicab had not her hus
band. Unless they had been on their
way to the boat. They had just been
married and were going to spend their
honeymoon in Europe, and she had es.
caped from him. That seemed very
clear,
Then why had her mother-in-law ex.
pected to meet her at the Biltmore?
No, that theory couldn't right,
Doubtless it was all simple enough
and would come to her in a flash The
main thing was not to let anybody
know she did not remember, Jost they
think she had gone crazy. She felt
perfectly sure she was not crazy, but
she didn't think she could convince
anybody else,
The car went steadily forward, “We
will get home before dark,” sald Mrs,
Du Val, in her French accents,
Doris longed to ask questions:
Where were they going? jut her
tongue was tied. Of course she was
supposed to know where they were go-
ing. Just a few such questions as that
and Mrs, Du Val would begin to think
she was queer. Then there would be
doctors, hospitals, maybe an asylum.
She closed her lips tightly. No, she
would tell no one. And certainly one
of these days she would wake up re-
membering everything,
She told Mrs. Du val, however,
about the loss of her bag. The little
French woman was so incensed that
she all but turned the éar straight
back to town. “But the police will get
her. Oh. She Is a bad one, Ske Is
veree bad. But I thought you had no
money? Rocky sald he was giving
you nothing, and 1 should give you
all? Where did you get it?”
Doris flushed. Where did she got
1t? She wished that she knew, “fle
gave it to me at the last moment,» she
sald, hating to lle and yet not kndving
what gi to do. Well, perhaps he did,
y
pie kewl
would
Doris
Do-
at the curb,
here was not
her when and where,
she would learn her own
bags in front,”
Doris
woman
stared
had
iufTeur
The older
ige !
is?
She tneked a
hen
But she smiled
Rocky? Who was Rocky?
mustn't cold at
She where
she eateh
time? wondered
been
he
she said to herself. Certainly she
didn't know that he didn't.
However she decided to be as mum
A8 an oyster after this experience,
Even the most innocent story might
trip her up with some question about
her past that she couldn't answer,
“Ah but Oscar will be crazy ahout
you,” said Mrs, Du Val fondly. “Rocky
was so naughty, wasn't he, not to tell
us he was married, At first Oscar wis
ooh so mad. He walked up an’ down.
He sald he would give Rocky nothing,
Nothing. But soon I calmed him down
because I know my Rocky: 1 knew
the girl he would pick. And now when
he sees you Oscar too will be so happy.
Ah it will be like Uving our own love
over! Such happiness!” The small
eyes filled with tears of sentiment,
The stout little hand covered hers,
Doris too was filled with a rush of
emotion.
“And Oscar shall do a beautiful
figure of you for Rocky,” went on Mrs.
Du Val happily. “Your figure is just
what my Oscar loves best to model.
He , -o
But Doris was no longer listening.
Something had clicked in her brain.
Oscar. Who was Osear? Mrs. Du
Val's husband undoubtedly. But Os
ear Du Val was a French
Scuiptor. And Mrs. Du Val was speak
ing of his modeling her,
Oscar Du Val. She hoped it might
be the first ray of light
But no more followed.
Osear Du
of her
famous
hreaking into
Why
Val's
hus
her past,
did she remember
and not
band Rocky?
Mrs. Du Val leaned her
ed her hand. “Ah Doris,
11
‘ .
d doubts are gone forever from
name the name
and
now a
near
looked
“Doubts +"
TH
iringly
face,
“Ah
yes,
nam
o much
wd to ahso
YOu, =
seen rb him
imes I was a
sear know,
a .
ret
away?
the round gl
le Frenc h
More than ths
18808
woman
liness,
ore alive with love
Her heart filled with grat!
Mrs. Du Val's
liked her
tude She elung to
hand
“You are being very sweet to me
The moment of
Mrs, Du Val gave a
settled back In her corner,
You are my own daughter now,
sentiment passed
little ecluck and
“No, no,
n'est.ce
pas? Ah, that is what I have always
wanted, a daughter.”
Doris felt a
she could
2. If
know what all this
meant. Could that man in the cab he
Rocky? And If not, if he her
hushand then Mrs. Du Val not
be her motherin-law Perhaps she
Was not being honest. Perhaps
onght to tell Mrs. Du Val all about It.
She turned impulsively,
“Mrs. Du Val, I have som
tell you.™
"Oh, but you must not call me Mra
Du Val. Non, non famals C'est man.
vais. Call me mother ™
Doris smiled “All right.
really ought to tell you—
Mrs. Du Val's round little body bent
at the waist “I know, child
There is no need to tell Do not
excite yourself”
“You know?
“Yes, yes,
the
care of you,
of you.
pang of misgivi
only
wore
would
she
ething to
But—1
dear
me,
tocky has told me over
We thke
Oh oul. Very good care
And now already | can see
you have had too much excitement for
one day tocky would scold me for
letting vou talk so much, for talking to
you like a magpie. It is not good.”
Doris bit her lip. Was it
that she had been with tocky, and
lost her memory then, and that he
knew about it? It was ton confusing
And much as she liked Mrs Du Val the
prospect of being taken care of was
not alluring, But for her loss of mem
ory she felt strong and well, She was
not even tired,
As they rode along Doris learned
several things by innuendo and direct
Information: that tocky was named
for Rockwell St. Gardens, the famous
artist: that Oscar Du Val lived in Con
necticut in the country, and had been
there for twenty years: that Doris was
fo stay with her hushand's family un.
til Rocky returned from abroad. She
decided that, after all, she must have
remembered something subconscionsly
else how would she have known that
she must go to the Biltmore to meet
Mrs. Du Val?
The car turned at last into the Du.
Val driveway. To the right on a hil.
side lay the studios of Oscar Dn Val
Doris caught a glimpse of his famous
“Dying Indian” a piece of sculpture
of which she had often seen pletures,
The way led up a long eurving road
toward a big yellow Colonial honse
with white pillars over the porch, Way
off to the left there were many ont.
buildings and sheds which Mrs, Du
Val sald were the farm buildings,
A tall handsome man was standing
on the porch. He had white hair and
plercing black eyes, He was watching
the ear anxiously. He waved with a
violent, unAmeriean cordiality,
“Ah, Oscar will be so happy.” said
Mrs. Du Val, as the car came to a
stop before the house,
Oscar Du Val sprang down the states
with the energy of a boy and opened
the door before the chauffeur could
move. A warm smile on lis lips
leaped into his eyes,
“Ah, Doris!”
He helped her out of the car, and
surveyed her ecstatically at arm's
length.
telephone must good
possible
Then he folded her close to him.
kissed her on the cheek nnd sought the
eyes of his beaming wife,
“Adoree,” he sald, “vou were right,”
“Our Rocky Is no fool?”
“Ah yes, our Rocky is no fool, after
all”
Doris smiled shyly as Osear Du Vai
released her. “You are so nice to me.
But how ean you tell so quickly?
“Bah,” said Du val, “always 1 know
Instantly about people.”
“After he sees them, he knows." said
his wife with a slight overtone of sar.
casm, “Before that, he {8 not go sure.
He believes that our Rocky has not
the good sense to choose himself a
Du Val put his palms together in
an attitude that was half prayerful,
and half playful. “Ah Doris, you must
forgive me,
me all those things which 1 have sald
to Rocky about you. I did not know
You were such a girl. How could 1
know? And you too must admit that
you have been wrong. To
nothing—"
“There he scolded Abrs. Du
Val. “Before our little Doris ean step
into the house he is already reproach-
Ing her”
“No, no,"
will go In.
Louis,
£008."
Du Val. “Come
Where Is your luggage?
the chauffeur,
down the bags with their init}
A little maid In a
white apron came out of the house and
picked up the hat box. full
of
said
wis
is DV,
black dress with a
Doris felt
happiness, Sure
These kind
to shower
home. people wi
with love,
Du 1!
. ¥ou
her
Mrs
me
Doris,” said
“At such a t
Of rest,
importantly
I will show you
They went upsta
Carrying
hovered rea iy
Du Val sent
clap of her
‘She is too tis
her bags, a
to unpack her own thines
me, noest.oe ps Pe
“You w
own unpacl
Doris
iT
her w=
in her eves it
lerstand. "You have
trip. But look! Look
got for your room. As
prise -
“Where? What?
table?”
You see? On the
In a silver frame the face of a
young man ]
youthful
“Our Rocky!
derly
Instantly
the
smiled with an alr of
seriousness
said Mrs, Du Val ten
¥
Doris loved his face
picture and
She
selzed gazed nt It
hungrils
So this was Rocks tocky, her hus
For
stared
the
Dy
the
sigh of relief
the
back
same
eyes that
from th Weture weren't
strange unhag
her from
the &
had
tense face of the man
Mrs. Du Val briskly opening
windows A faint brecze hrought in
the scent of hlonming lilacs “Main
tenant,” sald Mrs. Du Val will
nap, n'est-ce pas? You will have time
for a nice little sleep hefore J
“Oh no, | must ur pack.”
She was eager to «
tents of her bags S
ns
eyes that look ey
in the eabh
was
‘you
nner”
the
they wonld
tell her something about herself some
thing about Rocks
“Non, non. Later, oul
will help you”
Protesting
Val's fat
eiderdown
niare oor.
rely
Then E
Hells
was Mrs
WARS on
Iny an
She drew
use lossy,
Iu
Jewelad the
blanket that the
Colonial bed off
the gay patchwork counterpanes quick
iy, and folded it neatls “Yon iike this
bed? 1 had It put In here for
you and Rocky. This 18 Rocky's old
room- the bed is not the
Come now.” sald Mrs, Pn Val Doris
was forced to hop into bed obediently
It seemed the quickest way of getting
rid of her solicitous motherin law.
“You must not get out of bed, now
warned Mrs, Du Val She kisned
Doris, tucked the covers firmly around
her, then left the room on tiptoe as If
Doris were already sleeping
Ag the door closed Doris threw back
the covers eagerly. In a moment she
was fumbling with the fastening of
the smallest bag. To her joy It was
not locked.
Kneeling on the thick carpet she
was looking inside her own “over.
night” bag, examining a row of bottles
with cloisonne lavender tops. @Weans.
Ing creams, night cream, astringent
hand
canopled
little
hu snme,
deringly-~a round pink bar of ROAD,
marked with her monogram,
paste, nall file. manicure selssors: two
silver-backed brushes, a comb They
were utterly strange to her. Conia
these things possibly helong to her?
She studied the monogram carefully,
The D was there, and the V. But she
could not be sure what the third letter
was,
There was nothing else except some
neatly folded pajamas In orehid ghndes,
She sighed, examining the bag cnre
fully for any small slip of paper that
might tell her something. But there
was nothing. .
She opened the suitcase nest Int
contained two jersey dresses, n linen
suit, a leather Jacket In bright Hine,
two cotton sport dresses, and an eve
ning gown with a little cont to go with
it. “Like the wardrobe of a wirl wha
expects to be gone on a very short
trip,” she decided, “or else hus sont
on her trunks"
(TO BE CONTINURD.)
#
of Gar
Revival
fem
parent
nl this
enchanting
Fes as
red in
dn
ty herewith
dtp herewith
il he eult cOneeive o
the
Wf midsummer a : i this
yithing more entrar iw in
trio
niry-fa
ahoeer owed
inte whose shnllo
ened brims are the
poetry In m
At
ons
ilinery
every turn of the fash
in profusion
road in
realm organdie }
greets the eye this summer. and If not
organdie then mousseline de sale which
enthrals ¢ bhecrtinse of
even i=
elusive sheerness The winso
to the left In
mantic story In
beruTied
voluminous skirt and in the wee fneket
of taffeta, the
completed via one of the wide hirimmed
which are so
me gown
tells a ro
intricately
the pleture
terms of
panels at ench side of ira
prsiel message being
capelines distinctively
VOGUISH COTTONS
By CHERIE NHHOLAS
Cottons are playing a spectacular
role on the stage of fashion. The
attractive lassie in the pleture Is
dressed in cotton from the tip-top of
her pretty head down to her hemline,
for hat, jacket and dress are all of
A spongy soft cotton wenve, The plaid
cotton presents as handsome an ap
pearance as more pretentions tweed
and the beauty of It Is that it tubs
perfectly. The bolero jacket with its
scarf neckline is removable. Togeth
er with its matching beret it can be
worn with any number of dresses,
ns are exceed
brims amazing
Bre worn
hinck
thes
8 third]
the
centers in exq
ch Is
on hodice, sleeves and skirt
Corn cture a lovely
fenture of
hand-em-
sheer gown decorntive
which iisite
hroldery wi worked to a nicety
Again a
nuge capeline of the so called shepherd.
adores this
ouch to
ens type, such as fashion
summer, adds the finishing
this costume
While these three entrance ing gowns
nx what's what In
Paris midsummer modes, yet they tell
There were for
of “pleture”
almost
serve criterions of
hut part of the si ry
any nt
example 3 wr
with
which
inre In
was conspleou
fashioned unbe.
in.
gowns
simplicity added
to thelr in.
trimming wis by
its shsence in that many of the crisp
transpL rend and sheer
prints were Individualized solely
throngh varied sieeve treatments (some
Quite exaggerated) and with differing
necklines, some of which were square
some
stances
ies beloved
cut, others rounded and many softly
draped
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DAYTIME SKIRTS
AND SKIRT LENGTHS
The bell skirt flaring from
the hips without exnggernted ripples,
but permitting plenty of freedom, is
the favorite for all daylight hours
There are some back and front pleats
variously placed: a few sli-around
pleated skirts creators, like
Worth and Patou, favor the straight
and narrow, particularly for suits
Destime skirt lengths, in general,
look a little longer from 8 to 10 inches
off the ground. Schinparelli and i*aton
both show some a bit shorter—12 or 138
inches off.
month
Rome
Angel Wing Shoulders on
Evening Jackets Newest
Angel wings appeared in 1103 styles
for modish mortals when Schinpare!ly
launched her midseason collection
showing “angel wing shoulders” on lit.
tle evening jackets These innovations
fare curved pieces of fabric extending
from the top of the shoulder to the
shoulder blade. They stand straight
out on the mannequin's hack
Among the models was a little
waist-length evening wrap of pansy
blue crepe sprinkled with white blos-.
soms, designed with angel wing shoul.
ders, and worn with a white crepe
evening frock.
Hookless, buttonless frocks pulled
over the head were another feature
of the display.
Slender, crinkled crepe frocks with
waistlines ahove normal were de
signed with round necklines finished
with elastie ribbon, which pull wide
when slipped over the head and snap
back into place to fit closely around
the throat.
Smart Dinner Outfir
dinner outfit by using a bright-colored
and lining a white linen
jacket with the same color,
Black for Swim Suits
Smart for swimming are black
bathing sults worn with whit: aovos
sorles—or vice versa.
or
i
ROADSIDE
MARKETING
By T. J. Delohery
ADVERTISING BUILDS
BUSINESS
\ JHEN Hugh
D., finished
termelons to
ash of Redfield, 8.
his best
re, thousands
still remained in Ponder-
Ing a bit as to how he could sell them,
be decided to advertise in tocal news
papers for 40 miles around his farm.
“Watermelon Day,” sereamed the
headline his advertising. When
dusk seitied over his farm that Sun-
day, there wasn't a mejon on the place
as large as a man's head. More than
500 cars had visited farm and
6.000 watermelons brought $700. But
that wasn't ail Potatoes, squash, pop-
corn and a few other products
were bought freely from plies near the
gate where customers stopped to pay
selling win
wholesale
the fields
of
the
surh
for the watermelons they picked.
took
“The way }
lon to me.” said Mr.
‘Watermelon Day’
hold was a revelat
Nash,
tigine
adver
From the i
on Haddonf
t take an e3
Road
pert to write ths
they
market,
alher eapenses,
ily fruit
* vegetables becniise
grow-
the consumers i ~d
corn, 8 big
rate of
V. A. Houghton, Maine poultryman,
will gladly testify to tha value of local
Sweet
at the
for them
ten moves
100 dozen a day,
advertising. ng the hatching sea-
1.50 a setting. The
Cents =n
worth of
son he sold eggs a
price of table eggs was 15
lozen A
bicit) ied
few dollars’
$48 extra
pub
prodt on the
t help but believe in advertis
»
i “Here's another
“I can
ing.” he
fied ad after |
dressed be-
use the return was too small. Local
30 for breed
urpnses through the 21-word ad.
+ $100. 1 could have sold al
dozen more If 1 had them.’
Crocker, like
braska bred hog
two big auction sules a year. He sells
direct the farmer now, fnding It
much cheaper and more profitable. Ad-
vertising does the selling. It's cheap,
using small space; but even lower
prices bring him greater pet returns
because of reduced expense,
“Markets patronized by people
ing in nearby towns can often make
good use of newspaper advertising. a
medium which is especially helpful in
moving surpluses at the peak season”
said H. I. Gaston, roadside marketing
expert of the Michigan state college.
“The plan followed by some growers,
when confronted with a surplus, is to
reduce the price on the product in
question, making it a drawing card to
get people to come to the market, Sat.
isfied customers buy other commodi-
ties and come again, and, though the
grower may male little profit on the
sale of the featured product, he avoids
loss and Is doing the thing which will
develop his patronage.
“The effectiveness of newspaper ad-
vertising depends, among other things,
upon the location of the market, the
kind of products offered for sale. their
quality and price, and on the class of
people who read the paper. These fae
tors are so variable that the only way
for any individual farmer to determine
what may be accomplished by this
means Is to give it a trial
“Advertising copy should be pre
pared with the realization that pros.
pective customers will want to know
what products are for sale, the prices
charged, and where the-market Is lo
ented, Many newspaper offices, If sup-
plied with the essential facts, furnish
the service of somes one trained In writ.
ing sdvertisements to put them in final
form, or at least make suggestions as
to how it should be done”
© 1933, Western Newspaper Union,
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