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Synopsis — Bill Chandler, en~
gaged by the New York Star to
quash a $5,000,000 libel suit
brought against it by Connie Al-
lenbury, wealthy girl it had ac-
cused of husband stealing, sails
to London to return by the boat
that brings Connie and her
father home. Pretending to be a
fisherman, he wins Allenbury’s
friendship and is invited to his
Adirondack Lodge, but Connie
believes him a fortune hunter.
At the lodge, Bill wins her re-
gard and falls for her. He pre-
vents the Star's editor, and
Gladys Benton, whom he had
married merely that she might
bring suit for alienation of af-
‘Jections against Connie, from
reaching the lodge.
Chapter Three
LOVE — WITH
COMPLICATIONS
Bill succeeded in preventing Hag-
gerty and Gladys from reaching the
Allenbury lodge, but, back at his
New York hotel, had to defend
himself vigorously as a winner of
feminine hearts. As - a Romeo,
Gladys told him, he was a cluck.
Haggerty wanted to go ahead and
file the alienation suit on the basis
that Bill had told his loving wife
that he was going to Washington
and, instead, had hied himself off
to the Allenbury lodge.
“The set-up’s crazy — we haven't
a chance,” declared Bill. “Her
father was there. They'd throw the
suit out of court anywhere. I'm get-
ting a real ‘in’ with the family —
it’s a cinch to get an invitation to
this Long Island mansion.
“Not a chance, Bill! She walked
out on you twice. I'm printing the
story of the alienation suit.”
Left alone with Gladys, Bill said:
“If he goes through with this we'll
all be in jail by tonight.”
“But that's the plan we've had
right along.”
“We haven't enough evidence. The
Allenburys will smell a frame-up.
And to think Haggerty would do
this to a beautiful girl like you.
You've put up with a lot, kid.
Youre one girl in a million!”
“And you don’t know the tenth
of it!” responded Gladys, feeling
sorry for herself. “You won't be-
lieve all the things I've stood for!”
“TI want to hear «all about it,”
said Bill
Later, long after dinner, as they
were dancing to the radio, he said:
“I hope Warren won’t mind — our
dancing this way.”
Her eyes had been closed as she
danced dreamily — for Bill was a
good dancer — but now she opened
them. “Who? Oh, him! A girl can
certainly dance with her husband!
And you are my husband!”
Bill blinked. “Oh yes. Quite. After
all it’s our last night — T’ll have
to move out if you file that suit.
I'm going to miss you.”
“And I'll miss you, too. You don’t
want to bring that suit, do you?”
“For your own sake—no, I don’t.”
“Then I won't! A girl should lis-
ten to her husband!”
He pretended a headache — and
she wanted to rub it! Then he
pleaded an insomnia that only the
sound of horses’ feet beating on the
pavement could cure, and made his
escape from the apartment . . .
Bill didn’t return to the apart-
ment for several days and Gladys
‘phoned the Star, fearing she had
offended him and wishing to apolo-
gize; asking Haggerty's secretary to
try the morgue. Haggerty was
amazed at Gladys’ interest in Bill
and when his secretary suggested
that perhaps Bill was working on
the wrong girl, he went up in the
air entirely and was in a quarrel-
some mood when Bill at last put
in an appearance.
“Pretty soft for you!” he growled.
“You haven't seen Connie Allenbury
for days. You talked me out of the
alienation suit so the paper would
pay the bill while you concentrated
on the wrong girl — on my girl!
I want to know What's been going
on between you.”
Scenting an “out” from the suit
against Connie, Bill played up Hag-
gerty’s jealousy. “What did you ex-
ect? No man could be around a
eautiful girl like Gladys and not
fall in love.”
Haggerty raged: “She may be
your wife, but she’s engaged to me!
LEB EU S MITCHELL
from the
n.
She’ll divorce you — in Yucatan, by
mail, as she did Joe Simpson.”
Smarting, feeling double-crossed,
Haggerty went direct to Connie to
induce her to drop the suit against
the Star. He humbly assumed all
blame for the offending libelous ar-
ticle. He pleaded with her: “If you
go through with this case, it will
throw 500 employees out of work
—men and women, jobless, walking
the street, hungry, tired and cold.
It was my mistake. All my life I'll
be faced with the knowledge that
I wrecked 500 lives.”
“You're right,” said Connie. “They
shouldn’t suffer for your mistake.
They must be taken care of.”
In his relief, he seized her hand.
“Heaven bless you, Miss Allen-
bury!”
“I'll see to it,” she added with a
twinkle,
lion goes into a trust fund for the
Star's employees.”
“But ...but... You mean you're
going ahead with the case!”
poor men and women.’
His dismay was turned-to surprise
as Bill Chandler entered without
noticing him. Bill went straight to
Connie, his arms out, saying, “My
sweet!” They pretended not to know
each other as Connie introduced
them. It came out inadvertently
that Connie had been seeing Bill
once, sometimes twice, a day. Hag-
gerty’s troubles took wing: Bill was
there in the Allenbury home with
Connie. He ’phoned Gladys and a
detective, get them there and then
file the alienation suit. Professing
himself entirely satisfied with Con-
nie’s plan for caring for the Star's
workers, he made a hurried exit.
Bill, knowing exactly what was in
Haggerty’s mind and what he plan-
ned to do, made up a tale of having
to dine with his publisher who was
sailing that night and in turn beat
a hasty retreat.
Haggerty phoned to Gladys and
the detective and then beat it to the
Star’s office to write the story of
the alienation suit and have it set
up in type. He was gloating over
the scarehead he had written over
the story when Bill and Gladys,
their arms entwined, entered the
office.’
He exploded at once. “Where have
you been, Gladys?”
“Dancing — with Bill.” She smil-
ed fondly at Bill.
“Do you mean to say you didn’t
go to the Allenburys?”
“No, we decided against it.”
“Well, what have you got to say
for yourselves? What happened?”
“What would you say, Haggerty,
if I told you I've practically gotten
Connie Allenbury to agree to drop
the suit?”
“I'd say you were a dirty, double-
crossing liar!”
Gladys took BRill's arm. “Come,
William. I won't stay here to hear
you insulted!”
“Listen to me!” shouted Hagger-
“that the entire five mil-/
“I must — to take care of those
ty. “Not four hours ago I heard
your two-timing Romeo cooling
sweet nothings into Connie Allen-
bury’s ears!”
“Bill told me about that,” replied
Gladys sweetly. “It was technique
—but, of course, you wouldn't know
about that.”
“Believe me, Warren,” pleaded
Bill. “I'm taking the best way. The
Allenburys are giving a party to-
morrow night, and I'll be there and
get Connie to drop the suit — un-
less you decide to break in again as
you did tonight.”
“You're too obvious, Warren,”
gortiented Gladys. “Bill knows
est.”
But Haggerty, enflamed by jeal-
ousy, fearing the paper would lose
the libel suit and that he was about
to lose his girl, set himself to out-
smart and out-think Bill. He had
printed at the head of the society
column in a single issue of the Star
an item to the effect that J. B. Al-
lenbury and his daughter had
bought steamship tickets for an
around - the - world trip following
their charity bazaar, and that Con-
nie’s latest favorite, William Chand-
ler, would be in the party. “Do we
hear wedding bells?” concluded that
completely false item. He showed it
to Gladys in a beauty parlor booth
where she was getting a perman-
ent wave. He beat a hasty retreat
as Gladys’ face became flushed with
anger as she read the item . . .
The night of the bazaar, Bill tried
to get Connie to give him a pro-
mise to drop the suit against the
Star. “You'll get my answer when
the last guest leaves,” she told him.
“You're a hard woman, Connie
Allenbury,” said Bill
“Only when I'm crossed.”
They had their fortunes told and
Bill was paying a photographer who
had snapped their portraits when
Mr. Allenbury came up and led his
daughter aside. “Connie, I must see
you. Never mind Bill; he'll keep.”
“What is it, Dad? I haven't seen
you look this worried in years.”
“How much does Chandler mean
to you, Connie? Are you in love
with him?”
“Terribly in love with him. More
than I ever dreamed I could care
for anyone. Why, Dad? You like
him, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Then stop being mysterious. Tell
me what's worrying you?”
“The Van Arsdales say he’s mar-
ried, T've just seen them.”
“I don’t believe it <i Yel it
would explain so much: Why we al-
ways met alone . .. Oh, it’s hideous
suspecting him!”
“We've got to know — ask him
point-blank — ”
“Let me ask him — in my way.
Please go now, darling .
She was on the terrace when Bill
at last found her. When she could
get the courage, she said: “Bill,
there’s . . . I've got something to
ask you.”
He saw how troubled she was
“What's wrong, Connie?”
“It's just ... I don’t know where
to begin . . . It's just a question —
don’t explain . Bill have you
been proposed to much?”
“Have I been — what?”
“Proposed to — your hand asked
in marriage. I'm asking . . . Bill,
will you marry me? Now?
night?”
“Tonight!” he gasped; then shout-
ed: “Is there a preacher in the
house.”
Haggerty and Gladys found them
after hours of search in a hotel
apartment where the clerk said
they had registered not twenty
minutes before.
“I hate to bust in on your little
party, Miss Connie Allenbury,”
raged Gladys, bursting into their
rooms, “but that man happens to
be my husband.”
“I'm afraid there's been a mis-
take,” said Bill. “This is Mrs.
Chandler.”
“We were just married in Green-
wich, Connecticut,” said Connie.
“Bill has our marriage certificate.”
‘You double-crossed
me for the sake of aff
ewspaper!” stormed fi
Gladys. “Well, marry i
he newspaper and |#
e the proud fatherff
f headlines!”
“They're married all
Haggerty, looking at the . :rtificate.
“That's bigamy! What a story!” and
started for the door.
“You publish that and you'll have
another libel suit on your hands!”
threatened Bill. “Gladys is Mrs.
Joseph Simpson. All Yucatan divor-
ces were declared illegal three years
ago.”
“I found that out too,” said
Gladys, “and divorced Joe Simpson
again in Reno. So now where do we
stand? Well, my husband isn’t
worth much to me but with all your
money, Connie Allenbury, you
couldn’t buy him at any price! I've
just been something to kick around
— something to protect a news-
paper and another woman's good
name. There was some excuse for
Bill — he was in love with another
woman, but you Warren Haggerty,
are ten times worse than he is! You
double-crossed me for the sake of
a newspaper! Well, marry the news-
paper and be the proud father of
headlines.”
She flounced from the room, but
mistook the door, and entered the
bedroom. Connie followed her, and
at once Haggerty and Bill came to
blows.
At sound of the fight, Gladys
called wildly: “Warren! Warren!”
“Gladys ran into the room, got her
arms around Haggerty. “Warren,
darling, are you hurt?” She turned
furiously upon Bill. “You must have
hit him when his back was tiirned!”
She gave Bill a blow that bloodied
his nose.
A joyous laugh burst from Bill's
lips as he advanced, hands out, to
Connie. “A second trip to Reno for
(Gladys, then for our interrupted
honeymoon!”
© '1936—Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Corp.
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No. 95 Crossword Puzzle:
Across:
16 got. Down:
14. low, 4 lasso.
“S” objects: snow,
shoveller, shovel, stem,
stripes.
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Week’s Puzzle Corner
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5 noted, 6 via, § Ted, 12 wet, 13 pig,
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1—Pin.
4—Indiginous plants.
9—Turf.
12—Cup.
13—Ghastly.
14—Automobile.
15—Extra levy.
17—To make small.
19—Plump.
21—Likewise.
82—Uncovered.
24—Rodent.
26—~S mail fly.
29—Root. -
81—Swamp.
33—To petition.
84—Article.
35—Vehicle.,
37—Cap.
89—French article.
40—Nervous disease.
42—Upper part.
44—European city.
46—Mountain nymph.
48—To capture.
50—Lineage,
B1—Part of to be.
53—Runway.
§5—Groups in zoology.
68—Producing pain.
61—Unit of work.
62—Region from which ‘Solomon
got gold.
64—Large wave.
66—Golf mound.
86—Rock.
87—Pronoun.
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2—Australian bird.
3—Attired.
4—Linseed.
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6-—Conjunction.
22—To speak.
23—Universal fear
25—Child.
27—Pertaining to royal court.
28—To plague. .
30—N. A. Indian memorial post.
32—Opening
36—To cut.
38—Frontier.
41—To alter.
43—To stroke.
45—Jaunty.
47—Mineral.
49—Small weight.
52—God.
54—Land measure.
35—To obtain.
8—Mine ‘entrance.
9—Descendants.
10—Lummox.
11—To wither.
46—Garment.
18—Small pot.
20—Fairy queen
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