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When a Girl Marries Continued from page 38 wrong." But what it was she didn't know . . . The Ashbey case was, as Harry had taid, an important one for a young, unknown lawyer. He had been retained by a rich and charitable matron to contest the custody of Lola Ashbey, now under the guardianship of her aunt. "Mrs. Ashbey's one of those people," he explained to Joan, "who puts up a great show of being a poor old widow and who is really mean as a witch underneath." She earned a meager living by sewing for some of the town's richer families, but it was Harry's contention that she had virtually stolen the small inheritance left Lola by her dead parents and that she kept the girl, who was now in her early teens, in dire and quite unnecessary poverty until such time as she could get her off her hands. Then she would leave Stanwood, and live in ease the rest of her life off her ill-gotten gains. It was hard to prove, as those things always are. Harry's main task was getting evidence with which to show why Lola should be taken from her aunt's care, and her rightful inheritance put in trust for her. "I know I'm right," Harry said, "but I've got to prove it." THE day of the hearing, he said, "Don't come to court, honey. It would make me nervous knowing you were there, and heaven knows I'm nervous enough as it is." So Joan waited at home in a fever of uncertainty. Lola Ashbey was an appealing, yellow-haired youngster, and the newspapers played up the case for its human interest. HEARING SET FOR TODAY IN CINDERELLA CASE. Joan read it over and over, trying to project herself into the courtroom and guess what was happening there. She had great faith in Harry's ability, but cases like this could so easily go either way. If he won, it would mean recognition and more cases. If he lost — but he couldn't lose! All day she waited by the telephone. At five o'clock, there was a screech of brakes as a car stopped in front of the house. Then Harry was running up the sidewalk. She ran to meet him. "We've won! We've won!" He picked her up and whirled her around. "Oh, Joanie, isn't it wonderful!" She snatched the newspaper from him, and they both read the story. Phrases like "Under Mr. Davis' adroit questioning . . . the young attorney's merciless cross-examination . . ." leapt out at her. There were even pictures, one of Harry and his client with Lola, and another of the defeated Mrs. Ashbey. "What a mean face she's got," Joan said. "Poor girl, living with a woman like that." "That's the thing," Harry said soberly. "It's not so much winning the case for itself. I feel I've done something. I've helped a child have a chance for a good home and kindness, and I've shown an evil old woman up for what she is. I wish we could have sent her to jail. But we couldn't prove she'd actually spent any of the inheritance. She'd just salted it away, and kept Lola living in half starvation. So all we could do JULY, 1942 Flower-Fresh the Arthur Murray Way ... USE ODORONO CREAM • In his arms, gliding to sweet music . . . don't let the magic of the moment escape! Guard your precious appealing freshness the way glamourous Arthur Murray Dancers do — with Odorono Cream! They often dance ten miles a day without a moment's fear of disillusioning underarm odor or dampness. Be glamourous, too! See if gentle Odorono Cream doesn't stop perspiration safely for you — up to three whole days at a time! Non-greasy, non-gritty, no waiting to dry. And it will not rot your most fragile frocks. Follow directions. Get a jar — begin today! Generous 10j£, 39j£, 59^ sizes. The Odorono Co., Inc., New York Jean Bforn, Nassau teacher, holds partners entranced by her exquisite daintiness. "■& Z£"LY 'TO 3 DAYS ODORONO CREAM WILL NOT IRRITATE YOUR SKIN 63