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vr FREE Ho F COOPER-SMITH 00. Phone 8 16 Celina street de feld i bY he is ment she bas seen de gory morning. ~ NOW GO ON: WITH THE STORY CHARTER XXXVI 'fv Jerry Macklyn knew: then how a con demned man feels when he jasgeprievgd. He literally collapsed intd his chair. "Say that over again and say it slow- ly. Remember I'ma weak mpan,; Roser mary," he begged, grinning wanly at pg Prim er. 181.7 " biph "I said," Rosemary lau Hthat 1 saw Vee-Vide Cameron thiS' morning. I was in the B eer Wg wer. just pulling" lb thet Sevehy- street station when thiestrjin s the tunnel for a minylé, ) how it is--to 6% another t she explained Mreatnlpsy: x "Yes; yes, 'go on," Jerry urged her impatiently, His brain was whirligg. So Vee-Veé harkescaped: §wi bless her! She was inthe city, "Would be here any minute--But that, on the facts of it wag ridiculous; unless 'the kidnappers had returned her to New York. All of his hideous worry: for nothing! Bug"oh, the relief! "I saw a 'girl pushing her 'way to the doors to get, out at. Seventy: second. She had on glasses, Mr. Macklyn, like she used to wear, but' I saw right away it was Vee-Vee. had just been "reading in the paper where this Vivian Crandall ad been kidnapped and-that she'd been using Vera's name and I didn't know what in the world-to make of it. You know, for a mingte I had the wild idea that it was our Vee-Vee that had been kidnapped, and. 1 tell "you I was scared--" "That was a -wild idea!™ Jerry agreed weakly, mopping his forehead with his handkerchief. "What did you say to her?" "I didn't have time to say* mfuch," Rosemary rushéd on. "It was a fun- nv thing, Mr."Macklyn, but I had ane of those booklets in nly hand--Vou knew, 'The Médern Story of an Ugly Duckling, ands been comparing Vee- Vee's picture With that Vivian Cran- dall's in the naver." "I thourht I told von not to let any- one at all see thége booklets, that they were not to eo ut of this office!" "I know, Mr. Macklyn," Rosemary flushed. "But I'd just taken it home for mother to see. Surely mother doesn't matte" "And anvway what harm can it.de-dor Vee-Vee to have one of them? The story's about her--" "You gave Vee-Vee one of booklets?" Jerry demanded. those "4 one in my life,' I said." Austin "Yes, I did" Rosemary burst into tears, "I don't see what you're so sore about! I was just saying to her, 'Vee-Vee," I said, 'I've just been read- ing in the papers about Vivian Cran- dall and I was scared 'to death it was you. I never was so glad to see 'any- a "And what did she say?" Jerry urged her; weakly collapsing agdin and ng his eyes. "She didn't answer me. She was just looking, at the booklet I held in my hand, open to her picture. She said, 'Let mie see that, please, as if she was startled. I remembered what ou'd said about Vee-Vee's not want- ing the booklets to be sent out, be- cause she didn't want everyone to be calling her 'The Peach Bloom Girl' and PT said, 'Oh, we're not sending them out, Vee-Vee, until you come back from your vacation. I just took this one home to show mother. Here, you can have it, I said, and she took it, and just then the train jerked into the Seventy-Second street station af Vee-Vee pushed her way on out oO the car. "I didn't have a chance to say any- thing else and neither did she, but she turned at the door and smiled at me and waved. Gee, I was glad to see her. But what I can't figure out is why that Vivian Crandall used Vera's name, unless they were friends or something and--why, Jerry, is why Vee-Vee had herself all fixed up to look just like Vivian Crandall? .-We girls have all been talking about it-- 'héw much our Vee-Vee looks like Vivian Crandall. Do you suppose she did it on purpose, so that heiress could Fuse her name and pretend to be Vee- Vee, just to fool people and get a rest from the reporters and evervthing?" "I imagine you are right, Rosemary," Jerry pounced upon her explanation. "I bet those two girls have been having a lark," he chuckled. "But the lark hasn't turned out so well for the poor little#rich girl who wanted to be iust common folks, has it? She couldn't put it over, poor kid! And now she's God knows: where, at the mercy of kidnapners.: But T suppose the Cran- dail millions will get her out of it, all right." : When thev had talked 2 fey min- that | alo utés Jonger. Rosemary suddentv devel- -------- n NewYork | S at the ABERDEEN HOTEL 17 West 32nd S¢., near Sth Ave Qiove to Penn, tation -- = 50 uray Reo? Toho ¥. Downey, Managing Dives ba i sizes and styles of Electric Ranges are hipped wh Sh the famous it saf Li kitchens--plus cooking ovens ad corom ULL find it only on McClary's Electric Range--an Yo" that bakes for hours off--that cleans as easily as a china dish--that is always dependable, 'always sahitary--always economical. It's called McClary's Hermetite--the oven that becomes prac. tically hermetically tight when you close the door. A real "fireless cooker" --~round cornered --special "pull-out" oven elements--doubly insulated oven walls-- oven door of two-inch thickness-- all-white, porcelain enameled finish--the only iron Elements--coils absolutely protected--used wives of Canada, Australia; with the current turned with the famous Speed- th Africa, New Zealand, rr ------t oped 'an urgent necessity to communi- | cate. her news to a new audience. Jerry watched her trip out of the office on a pretext, knew exactly what she would do, and wished that he could help her do it. Within half an hour every employe of the Peach Bloom Conipany would be told that Rosemary Fitch had seen Vera Cameron, had talked with her and knew to a cer- tainty that it was the real Vivian Crandall who had been staying at the' Minnetonka using Vee-Vee's name and getting herself kidnapped. ° Jerry Macklyn held himself rigidly to his desk all that day, not even leav- ing his office for lunch lest a tele- alf expecting and ardently praying for would come and find him gone. It came at four o'clock, when he had 2l- most given uo hope. Rosemary was out of the office, as she had been most of the day, gossiping with other em- ployes ahnift the sensational kidnap- ping of Vivian Crandall, who had so straneely used Vera Cameron's name, so Terry answered the phone himself. "Mr. Macklvn?" a low, pleasant voice--the voice of a cultured woman --came .learly over the wire. "Yes, this is Mr. Macklyn," Jerry answered, his heart knocking against his ribs. "I'am callin in reference to on ad- vertising hooklet, published hv vour firm. 1 wae given your name hv yenr switchboard onerator as the advertis- ing manaeer of the Peach Bloom Com- ny." the Inw voice went on firmly, Without a auiver. "Good girl! A thoroughbred!" Jerry applauded her silently. Then ud he said, "That is correct. I am the advertising manager of the Peach Blopm Company. Is there anything 1 can do for you, Miss--?" "I am going to make a rather ex- traordinary request of-you, Mr. Mack- lyn," the cool, musical voice went on. "If you are the author of the baoklet, "The Modern Story of an Ugly Duck- ling, 1 feel sure you will understand without any further explanation on my part. My request is that you meet me as quickly as possible in my apartment, No. -- East 18Ist street, the Bronx, Apartment No. 4-B. Ring the bell clos- phone call which he was more than | three short rings. Do you under-, stand?" : wperfectly," Jerry assured her, and a click of the receiver at the other end, of the line was his answer. "Whew!" Jerry sank back in his | chair. "Jerry, my boy, you've got the biggest job of your life ahead of you!l And I don't even know whether it's etiquet to kiss a princess' hand or to smack her on both cheeks, like that Frog general did when he pinned a medal on me in France." i Jerry knew his Bronx. He had been born on Rivington street, on the lower East Side, had fought his way up-town with fists and brain, bringing his mother with him and establishing her in a decent home in the Bronx, which had seemed like Paradise to him after the pushcart district in which he had passed the first 13 years of his very active life. His mother was dead now, and Jerry's $25,000 a year as one of New York's cleverest advertising men, could not buy her any of the luxuries he had promised her when he was a boastful, fighting, ambition-ridden little red-headed "Irisher." sy The address which Vivian Crandall --he had not the slightest doubt that it was she--had given him was only two blocks from the flat building in which his mother had died six years ago. It was like coming home to get out of the familiar subway station, to pass the same old cigar store and "sea food" restaurant. But why was Vivian Crandall living in a neighbourhood like this? Decent enough, but peopled by the big families of low-salaried men. The sidewalks were crowded with per- ambulators pushed by stout, placid- looking women of all ages, ambling from shop to shop, buying provisions for dinner. In spite of the heat and the noise and the overcrowdedness of it, Jerry loved it all, for it had been home 'to him for ten years--the happiest ten years of his life. He sniffed the mingled odors of overripe fruit, wilting vegetables, fresh-baked bread, and fish--tons of fish, offered for Fridav's dinner--and found them sweet in his nostrils. The building which he sought was a four-storey "walk-up" flat house; that is to say there was no elevator and no doorman. Certainly a most amaz- ing place for a Crandall to live, if she did live here! He scanned the four- row battery of bells and mail boxes, found the "4-B" easily enough, and read the card in the little slot below the number, as he pressed the bell three times. "Craig" was the one word on the card, neatly lettered in ink. So she was Miss Craig here! Odd how those assuming an alias instinc- tively retain their initials. Crandall--. Craig! : {| "Now, if she'd just called herself Callahan, I know I'd like that woman, princess or no princess," Jerry grinned to himself, as the automatic "clicker" in the inside door of the vestibule told him that his ring was being answered. He bounded up the first flight of stairs, By the time he had reached ' the fourth floor he was not bounding, ! but walking rather slowly, dragging a little 'at the handrail. "Too many elevators in your life, Jerry, my boy!" he told himself rue- fully. "Maybe the princess came here to reduce." He pressed the bell on the apartment 4-B. (To Be Continued) Jerry was right. He is face to face with Vivian Crandall. - And' Vivian has a plan. Read the next chapter. 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