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pose TPENNY/PRINCESS < 1927 08 NEA Sevice a AE OR, for Peach | gr ; : i if fy i hE i 1] 5 EEN La desk when he took the job and he supposes it to be of an actress. i Vera is astonishingly beautiful after the transformation, When she Jerry not to use i her pictures in the advertising, he refuses unless she will give up her trip. When she leaves, he gives her an envelope which she is to open only if she finds herself in a _ "im At the hotel the clerk } and management become deferen- tial, offering to change her room and sending a maid up for her use. In the dining room she sees the ! man she has come all the way to meet, When he sees Vera, he ' comes to her table and asks if she does not remember that they met in Palm Beach five years ago. She tells him he is mistaken and he ' leaves in confusion. After din- ner, a Mr. and Mrs. Bannister ap- proach Vera and Mrs. Bannister . gives her the hotel gossip, includ. ' ing the fact that Schuyler Smythe and NAN FOSDICK are probably engaged. She asks Vera to join a swimming party. Mrs. Bannis- ter's air is deferential, and Vera begin to wonder who they think she is, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY : CHAPTER XV When Vee-Vee returned to her room for an hour's rest before dress- ing for the swimming party which the lively Mrs. Bannister had arranged, she found a great basket of yellow roses on her desk. Her first thought was that Jerry had sent them from New York the night before, after leay- ing the station, hut when she lifted the card attached to the green wicker , basket she read: "With the complirnents of the man- agement of the Minnetonka Hotel." While she was wondering whether the Minnetonka extended the same courtesy to all its arriving guests, there came a knock on the door. She open- ed to a large, florid, semi-bald man who howed and beamed: "I am Mr. Thurston, the manager, | A . : lapse from grammar," she wrote, Your Miss--er--Cameron," he told her. Vee-Vee had a hysterical desire to laugh and to tell him, "My name is not Miss Er Cameron; it is Miss Vera Cameron," but she controlled the im- pulse nodding gravely. "In the first place, Miss--er--Cam- eron, I'd like to assure you that we are delighted to have you, highly hon- ored in fact," the big man began awk- wardly. "Thank you," Vee-Vee smiled, the dimple in the corner of her. mouth flashing out at him. "I have just heen admiring the roses you sent. It is very kind of you." "Grown in our own conservatories," Mr. Thurston beamed. "Now, Miss-- er--Cameron, the management would like to put a suite at your disposal, something more in keeping with your-- er--standard of living, if you don't mind my saying so--" "Thank you," Vee-Ve retorted firm- ly. "I like this room very much, congratulate you on the good taste of your degorator. I have really no de- sire at all to change." "I was about to add--at the same price you are paying for the one room," Mr. Thurston hastened to as- sure her, as if he were familiar with the tight-fistedness of the rich. "The house feels honored to have you, wishes to put its best at your disposal--" "Thank you," Vee-Vee repeated, more firmly, "I am very comfortable here." She hesitated, was about to question the deferential manager frank- ly on the puzzling subject of her mis- taken identity. But some instinct of caution or a hitherto suppressed spirit of adventure restrained her. She con- tented herself with ding, in a rather arrogant voice: "There is only one thing yo" can do to add to my com- fort, Mr. Thurston, and that is to cor- 4 rect immediately any false impression as to my identity. I shall be very much annoyed if 1 am not accepted simply as Miss Vera Cameron." "Oh, certainly, certainly! I under- stand perfectly, Miss--Cameron. Your wishes shall be law, I assure you." When he had gone, Vera leaned weakly against the foot of her bed and groaned aloud: "Well, IT wish 1 understood perfectly! What the devil is it all about?" Again she remembered the letter which Jerry Macklyn had broken traffic laws to get to her before her train left. What was it he had said? --"You're not to open it unless you find yourself dn a jam." Could Jerry have possibly foreseen this ridiculous situation in which she now found her- seli? Her only thought, when he had given her the letter, was that it was a reiteration of his proposal of mar- riage, designed to comfort her if her campaign to win the man she had fallen in love with should end disas- trouslv. What else had he said about it? "If what I'm thinking of happens, as there is one chance in a thousand that it will, you may find that the in- formation and instructions in this let- ter will help you." Could this he the "jam" that Jerry had had in mind? Was it not entirely possible that he had later discovered the identity of the woman whose pic- ture he had used as a model in fash- joning her into a beauty? She opened her envelope handbag and drew out the letter, weighed it in her hands thoughtfully, It was quite bulky. She was ahout to tear it open when a curious hesitancy stayed her fingers. After all, she was hardly in a "jam." She had merely been mis- taken for somcone else. As a result of that mistake the management of the exclusive Minnetonka Hotel was excessively anxious to please her, and guests who would probably have ig- nored a nobody like Vera Cameron were "dying" to meet her. Although her curiosity was almost overpowering, she restored the letter, unopened, to her handbag and went to her desk to write a brief note to hoth her Aunt Flora and Jerry Mack- lyn, she wrote a tar longer letter to Jerry than she had intended, a gay, whimsical letter in which she described the hotel, its beautiful setting beside the lake, a few of her fellow guests, and her own appearance among them. "You would think, Jerry dear, that J am visiting royalty, judging from the reception | have had. I can't believe that I am me--if you will pardon the Galatea is a knock-out, Jerry, a wow, in choice Broadwaysee. But, oh, Jerry, this business of being pretty is so new and all that I'm scared into a frozen image of haughty stand-offish- ness everytime anyone speaks to me. Can you smell the golden-yellow Mar- achel Neill roses that the manager sent up to me? Honestly! Goodby, dear Pygmalion, I'm going to dress now for swimming. I hope there are no hathing beach censors her, for ypu simply would not let me get a re- spectably long bathing suit. .I'm going swimming with him, Jerry--and others, too, worse luck! He is even nicer than I had remembered. Fondly-- Galatea." She sat for a long minute tapping her penholder against her teeth, then she wrote swiftly: *"P.S. Honesty compels me to admit, Jerry, that he is reputed to be engaged to a girl who needs your kindly scrvices as Pygma- Jion far more than I ever did! Now laugh and make me hate you!" She herself was far from laughing as she undressed. She was about to slip into her bathing suit, conveniently laid out for her by the maid who had unpacked her trunks, when a sudden thought brought a cry of dismay to her lips. "Good heavens!" she groaned, "I don't dare go in swimming for fear _-- EE STORE CLOSED All Day Wednesday, August 31st enable the staff of this store to attend the : Canadian National Sl Luke Furniture Co. 63 King Street East Phone 79 dnne Qustin of ruining my complexion! I'l have a million freckles in two days, and Kitty Proctor won't be here to peel me again." ) Wrapping a kimono about her slim, white, naked body, she got the big box containing a complete assortment of Peach Bloom Cosmetics. Search- ing frantically among the black and gold jars, with their pretty sprays of peach blossoms, she found what she was looking for--a gre aseless vanish- ing cream which promised its users to prevent freckling and sunburn, "ll look like Schuyler's Miss Fos- dick in less than a week if 1 don't take care," she told herself ruefully, as she cleansed her face of powder with Peach Bloom cold cream, then worked "HE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, MONDAY, AUGUST 29, 1927 the tips of her fingers. She coated her neck, arms and shoulders with the fragrant cream, rubbed it gently until it had disappeared, then dusted a peark-tinted powder lightly over all surfaces that the bathing suit would not cover. "What price beauty?" she laughed, as she stepped into the bathing suit. She had brought three suits with her, but the one that th maid had out was her favorite, since it matched her eyes. It was of em- erald green silk jersey, very snug and short. Mrs. Bannister had told her that there was a special elevator in the right wing of the hotel, which deliv- ered its passengers into a sun parlor connected with the pavilion leading to the lake. Vee-Vee was wearing her beach coat over her bathing suit and swinging her cap by its chin strap when the elevator descended to the sun parlor with her, "Oh, there you are!" Little Mrs. in the vanishing cream swiftly, with dll) Bannister, bulging Renply out of a very tight red satin bathing suit, came - pd ie bouncing toward Vee-Vee. "What a dream you are! John, isn't she too divine! My dear," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I don't blame you for anything! Any girl as sublimely beautiful as you are is a law unto her- self. just wanted you to know that 1 didn't blame you!" And she ueezed the bewildered girl's arm ectionately. John Adaire Bannister--to use his whole name as his wife invariably did --revealed narrow shoulders and knob- by knees in a loosely fitting wool jer- sey suit, as he advanced with amusing deference to Vivian's side. . "The others are coming right down," he told her, his eyes lighting up with admiration as he took in the lines of her slim, perfect body. Even as he spoke the elevater door opened and Schuyler Smythe stepped out, alone. He was wearing a purple and black dressing gown over his bathing suit, shabby brown leather slippers on his stockingless feet. "Miss Fosdick not here yet?" he asked, of no one in particular, El al Pure Creamery Butter is the only shortening used. "Oh, Mr. Smythe!" Mrs. Bannister clapped her hands and bounded toward him. "Have you met Miss--er--Cam- eron 2" "We met--a | time ago." Schuy- ler Symthe smiled directly into Vee- Vee's eyes. When he bowed before her, Vee- Vee extended her hand. To her sur- prise and embarrassment he raised it to his lips, murmuring as he did so, his dark eyes upraised so that they re- garded her with humorous steadiness: "But her highness has forgotten the humblest of her sihjecs I An old farmer and a young man were arguing about scientific meth- ods of farming. "The time is coming," said the vanne man. "when | shall be able to carry the fertiliser for a whole field in vue of my pockets." by Bread' the rich butter loaf Home again! Vacation days are over. School and office beckon. "Yes," said the old f¢ mer dis- dainfully, "and you wii be able to carry the whole of the crop in an- other pocket." TWO NEW HOUSES, TWO NEW GARAGES ARE LATEST PERMITS Two houses and two garages be- gin August's final week of comstruc- tion permits in Oshawa. F. J. Clement is erecting a one and a half story stucco house om Rossland Road to cost $2,600; and S. Palmer is building a two story brick veneer dwelling on Oshawa Boulevard. P. Gray is building a $150 garage on St. Julien street, and N. Pollard obtained a similar permiy for a gar- age in the north end of the city. TIMES WANT AD PAYS 0) ' , Now that the holidays have finished, and another winter season spreads its interesting work ahead of us, the wise wife and mother gives thought to preserving the health gained in vacation days, No better health food can be obtained "than delicious wholesome Bamby Bread, Its pure milk, highest grade flour, finest of shorten- ing, clear crystal sugar and other quality ingred- ients, baked to a turn by Canada Bread skill make it truly the best-liked bread, If you are not already enjoying this better bread, now is a good time to ask the Canada Bread man who serves most of your neighbors to > leave Bamby Bread for you too | If you prefer to telephone call Oshawa 2420 Albert Lee, Manager at Oshawa. BC