TANGLED WIVES By PEGGY SHANE £ . Copyright by Peggy GHhane. 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.” He leaves her for a moment and she drives on, for fears him. Her memory is gone, She stops at the 3itmore. From her expensive cloth- fing and wedding ring concludes she is married to a wealthy man. She young who speaks of her desire to go to Reno for a divorce, if she can get the money. The wo an vanishes with neless gird $500. An elderly an, Mrs, Oscar Val, cordially gree addressing her Mrs. Du Va abroad, and en to the her sculptor husband, falls in love with Rocky's photo but cannot re mber hav him. Discove £ a trade clothing, visits a ste ded when a sale de fro \ to the ever. she she meets a woma the name the nameless girl, as ) * wif p Rocky is tak- Val and a Doris > bewll home of Mrs, re, and is swoman In she CHAPTER III—Continued Lh Why, She asked herself exc And why? why? man she ha might not even There were if she were tocky couldn't be married to the man in the ab. Second, she liked Rocky's people, And third? Well third, she must have allowed herself to grow quite sentl- mental and silly over Rocky's picture. She was half way in him. And there was no use denying that, in heaven's name iteddly. A man never seen, A she like int several First, she reasons, married to love with So she whipped her tired brain, ac- cused herself gulltily hour after hour. How many days passed In this way she did not know, but morning when she was beginning to feel better physically if not me ] conscious of one » became great excitement seething beyond her room. There was bustling and banging of the Mrs. Du Val eame hurrying It small eyes were dancing with J hind her round glasses, “You must not Doris.” ing almost Doris? “Oh get up.” “No, no. Not yet, ited, Doris.” repeated, Mrs. Du Val sat herself ina chair and watched Doris eat her break- fast. Evidently she was bursting with news which was longing to tell Doris. “I have for you a surprise,” Mrs. Du Val “That ought to make me feel quite well,” said Doris, trying to be amiable, and to look cheerfully expectant. doors In she excla imed well, are yes, feel well enoug Do not get ex- she down she sald She knew that this wasn't true. could hardly bear to think of thing new happening. Things were com- plicated enough. Yet she felt that she must know. What if— But Mrs. Du Val head. She had made about something, She Doris, bent over her kissed her warm brow, “Some day soon, you must prepare to see my boy Rocky,” she sald ten- derly, “that was all I meant to tell you. I have heard from him." All the color seemed to have been lifted out of Doris’ face. Something sickening stirred within her. Her voice was buried beneath a pile of despairing thoughts. Speechlessly, she looked at Mrs. Du Val “Ah, it shocks She SOme- was her her mind came close to affectionately, shaking up you. tut he loves you." Mrs. Du Val's firm cheek was against her hair. “Do not worry so he is your husband, He loves you.” Some time after Mrs, Du Val had gone, Doris lay there without stirring. She had closed her eyes. And Mrs. Du Val, full of kind discernment, had left her. In all this maze of worry, nothing quite as stupendous as this had happened. The man she was supposed to be married to—a man she had never seen ~was on his way to her now. She sat up suddenly. Mrs. Du Val had not told her everything. That change which had come over Mrs, Du Val's face when she first spoke of the surprise. It meant something, It meant that she feared Doris was not well enough to hear it-—the whole truth, She slipped her feet into her mules and got to the door, her heart beating with suppressed vehemence, “Estelle,” she called softly down the hall, to the maid, Estelle appeared, a prim consterna tion in her eyes. “You are not up, Madam?" she sald reproachfully. “Yes,” Doris’ words came in jerks, “1 was afraid, tell me when, hew soon does Mr. Rocky get here?” “Not until this evening, But you are tired.” She took Doris by the arm, “This evening? Do you mean he'll {be out here—in this house--this eve ming?” “Yes, Madam. You did not uader- aa. stand?” Estelle looked sympathetic but not alarmed. “No.” Dorls, breathless for a min- ute, sat down at the foot of the bed. “I didn't understand, When did he—" she fastened gradually awakening eyes on the maid, “—will you bring me-—no, never mind, thank you, That will be all, But Estelle,” she called after her a8 moment later, “If you please, don't mention this, I mean my being so shocked, to Mrs, Du Val, will you? It would worry her.” The day passed slowly. She was living In an inner stillness that was beyond fear. If Rocky turned out not to be her husband—but that Just couldn't be. Somehow when he came the kinks would have te be straight- ened out. If he knew about her loss of memory-—If he were to turn out kind and helpful— Fate had taken her to the Biltmore, Surely it could not prove unkind now that Rocky was actually on his way here, Mrs. Du Val came In for the last time, “Ah, Doris, I have news that should make you feel strong and happy. Rocky's boat got in this morning. He is driving out here now. He sught to be here very soon.” Doris squeezed her hands together nervously. *“I—I think I will walt here until he comes.” “Yes, dear, that will must rest quietly, Bes young people hest when they meet after a ion.” As Doris was still silent up her and whispered: “Do not fear, I know that you and Rocky have not been-—ah we say-—no, we will say nothing. It is only a lover's quarrel between you, dear. You must not take it so hard. After this separation you will be happy happy as can be” “I—I hope 80,” said Doris nervously, She sighed with relief as the French woman closed the door, up be hest des, 1 to be Yon know like alone long separa- she came shall together once more 11st little She heard the sound of a car in the driveway at last, From the window she saw a tall young man leaping out Oscar Du Val was there, She heard thought “Well?” unreasonably mean. The brought strength and ghe rose. she sald. “Where's my wife?” “How do I know?" It was silly. But she did not know what to say. His anger was mounting. He was growing red. She surveyed him, looking at the tal! well-knit fig ure, the face which looked so like the youthful image she had half allowed herself to love in her loneliness. Yes, he looked like the hero of her visions, but his actions were very different. If he were only halfway decent! A new emotion came, It was anger, What right had he to stand there accusing her? She had done nothing to de- serve this, His tone was sneering, un- controlled, And what his tongue held back his eyes were saying, calling her dreadful names, suspecting her of things he didn’t dare speak of, “Yon ean't—you can't talk to me like that.” Her volce wavered. Her eyes were starry with frustration that Was near to tears. “I can't?’ he jeered. “I come back to my home, expecting to find my wife here as she sald she would be, and I find Instead someone else masquerad- ing In front of my parents. Who the h—1 do you think you are to play a trick like that She looked at him innocent on my mother !™ She was barrass- unable to speak, 7 His mouth as he looked down at something Kinder steadily. stone cold, paralyzed with em +3 3 ment ; able to think, “Nervy, aren't twitched slightly her. For aloof admiration mu his features. But it passed grimly. , in your business, gotta be That's But somes times the nerviest do Is to tell the truth, n yarning you. What happened? send you here?” Her the soft brown was an unconsci She sat do you a minute iyhe—swept over you all right. fingers pass know what she “No here. Your mother brought Her perplex hypnotic effect or dumbly. mean,” one BB So rh nd #& wh wd gud ed lie lB ; the happy She waited seemed ages, Would he never come upstairs to see his wife? At last came the sound of his footsteps mounting. Now was the moment. She tried to realize what It might mean. Her mind could not grasp it. He was on the threshold—she wanted to run away. The handle was rattling. The door was opening. Then he was inside her foom. Yes, he was Rocky, the man in the picture, the man who had been secretly dwell ing in her heart for so many weeks, Rocky! His young face was chang- ing. From expectancy it had changed to a dumb stare, A sudden darkness curtained her last hope, Blindly she waited. He shouted his greeting. “Who the h-1 are you?” CHAPTERGV This was nightmare. Hope depart. ed. She was not Rocky's wife, His contemptuous eyes told her that even more than his words, She sat looking at him hopelessly, her romantic thoughts about him mocking her ironically. His return had not brought peace and memory. She faltered mechanically, “I'm~I'm Doris!" “Doris I" fle was bigger, nicer than his ple. ture. Even with rage written on his face she liked him. But the scorn In his voice made her feel cheap, a wispy bride in a tawdry blue dress waiting for a happiness that would never come, “I'm Doris,” she repeated, At least it had not come to her yet that she wasn't, “The h--1 you are!" There was no mistaking his sane fury. He threw his bags in the middie of the room, He jabbed his hands into his thin hips so that hix arma were set like angular weapons between her and escape, #1" ghe began weakly. “Well It seemed to her that be was being a voice of Rocky's mother. in stiff agony for what - looked dumbly back at her, righteous indignation put him back on his guard “Yes, Mother did bring you here,” his voice was kinder as he spoke of his mother—"you're right about that. meeting you and bringing home with her. But that's not what worries me.” His face came closer again, half nenacingly. “I want to know how yon happen to be in Doris’ place!” tat the firea of She wrote me about you In Doris’ place! So there was a Doris. She wns not Doris then? She looked up at the young man with tor tured eyes, She moistened her lips, He looked slightly shaken by evident agony. “Then he quickly hard ened. “Come on. No baby doll on the witpess stand business. I want to know" “Who I am?" Doris finished it ques. tioningly. He waved a hand. “Never mind that. I know d--n well who you are, I want" “Who am I?” sald Doris joyfully. He clucked angrily. “You know d—n well what I meant. I meant yon were a friend of Doris’. Doris didn't want to come to the country, so she pawned you off on mv parenta™ A hort movement clenched his Jaw sharp. ly. “She'll find out" He turned kis face away, so that she saw the line of determination written on his profile. A pang struck through her. He loved this other girl. This Doris. He looked back with new contempt In his eyes “You women are all alike. You'll do anything for money, let me tell you one thing. Doris promised you some dough for this, no doubt. Well, you won't get a cent. Not a cent” Doris rose, She waved her hands in the alr in exasperation. “I don’t Know your Doris, 1 tell you. 1 don’t know her I” “Then how did you get here? Doris collapsed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, Again suspicion seemed about to conquer him. “You know I think I'll hand you over to the police I" . (TO BE CONTINUED.) 5 her are which, in, takes ied, to be new? ut to st. for COVeries you, clothes for most wear slender We satin model In bhevond illustra ire iy “new. jnunty saying in for made of dress or coat is over in a big way And then t dotted how striking by are! it is al yon ii covel an x ght ere gaffe to guess th outfit fashioned of such at first There are also In ¢ showing some very attractive dotted woolens, Choose either and you w take. The model pictures ng no mis happens to The blouse reverses the at the background Lest you be satin, ) order of colors in t} hiack it think It inted i 4 is white, dotle | fox boa which a ne modish inform is made outstand- wi hasten to shoulder new ar- as eertain leading igners are sponsoring this season, It may also interest you to know that fur are epaulets like- and The of newest quantities of monkey wise worked Into odd other novel! should er trimmings, a y arhat i turban gelf-dotied-satin Is one of the swagger little *pill-box” of the new 2 vy tut Supt partments the “sels” gloves made : novell referent the new have the FEO wiUUE ece and gloves of velvet: or satin dressier occasions you will have no difficulty in finding most any sort you for t} {-fabric sets are conceivable want ese mace-o being featured every weave. I'he intriguing © peak whic navy blue bat which tops this has a its inepiration In which has played go important a role an admir fashionable harlequin dress to many Western Newspaper Union BLACK SATIN VOGUE EXTENDS TO HATS Black satin's vogue for fall extended to hats in the plays of fall millinery, Latest in the smarter shops show a wide va The very widebrimmed hats for dressier occasions are most often found with a fiat crown, some of the new models measuring an inch or two in depth. Their round. wide brims are an Irresistible temptation to any brisk breeze. High-crowned hats are plentiful also. some of them with fairly good glzed brims, but mom of these are dec orated with a cluster of flowers at the base to soften the harsher lines, An attractive model Is of black vel: vet with a brim which dips over the right eye. At this point at the base of the erown is a huge bunch of pink wear Is dis models newest riety. only The younger things seem more like ly to revel in the small brimless mod els. Berets that have more versatility and ean be pulled into all sorts of odd angles already are giving proof of greater popularity. Fabrics of Our Childhood Come Back as Favorites Dimity, dotted swiss, muslin, ail the old fabrics of our childhood, return proudly as favorites of the new sar. torial season, and are wosn by the smartest women. A simple dimity dress with very smart accessories is grand for town woar, A most attractive frock is done in red and white dimity in a tiny check design. It has short full sleeves, a self-bow and tiny buttons down the bodice. Fur Fabric Fashions Fabrice resembling astrakhan and Persian lamb are among the favorite trimmings for new wool dresses de signed to be worn without coats on early fall days. HAIR ORNAMENTS By CHERIE NICHOLAS ISR Parls is sponsoring the discreet rhinestone hair ornament. head of the pretty young lady pie tured is in leaf design. Evening head. dresses which suggest a return to favor of formal jewelry have also been noted mesh with a band of pearis, also a of crystal leaves. Which Is only the beginning of the program so fashion seers tell us, Prints for Evening There's a real old-fashioned flavor in some of the new evening gown mate rials . . printed satin, printed velvet in particular. Developed into gowns with a lastcentury look, they can add much to the charm of the wardrobe. A JOY FOR WAIF IN RANCH HOME Lucky Youngster to Have His Chance in Life. 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