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phone — we would be worse off than ever. Because what I intended was to see Henry Carr, Hester's father, himself. "All I want you to do," I told Chris, "is to be home tomorrow night at a few minutes after eight — home, or somewhere I can reach you by telephone." Puzzled, he nodded. "I'll be home." Then his hands were on my arms, pulling me toward him. "Oh, Binnie, if it can only be true. . . . Then, maybe, you'll come back to me?" I smiled tremulously up into his face, that face which held all the world for me. "Of course, Chris. What else could you think? She's the only thing that stands between us." But the next evening, on my way in a taxicab to Henry Carr's Fifth Avenue home, I wasn't so brave. All day long I had been keyed up and excited, sure that I would win Chris back. I had even been stubborn enough to call Carr's office and get through about three secretaries to Carr himself, and then convince him that I must see him at his home that night. Now came the reaction. Leaning back against the smelly leather cushions of the taxi, I was sure that I was about to fail — that Hester really would be at the Junior League affair, or at home; that something would go wrong. I almost called to the driver and told him to turn around, until I remembered that Chris was lost to me anyway, and that this desperate gamble was my only hope of winning him back. LIENRY CARR kept me waiting in ■ I the dimly lighted library for a few minutes, and when he did come to meet me he was obviously impatient. "I have dinner guests," he began, "so will you — " I didn't even give him time to finish. "Mr. Carr," I asked breathlessly, "where did your daughter tell you she was going tonight?" "Why," he said, frowning, "she is out with Mr. Brackett. Why did you want to know?" My heart gave a great thud of triumph. So I'd won! "Are you sure?" I urged him. "Quite sure." The frown was deeper now. "But she isn't!" £ said. "She isn't with Chris at all — she lied to you — and to Chris. She told him she was going to some Junior League thing. ' "Junior League?" His voice was sharp. "That's nonsense. My daughter does not belong to the Junior League." "I don't ask you to believe me. Call up Chris — he's at his apartment — and see if she's with him." Dubiously he reached for the telephone, dialed a number. For what seemed an eternity, he sat there, his face expressionless. Then he spoke. 'Chris? This is Henry Carr. . . . May I speak to Hester? . . . But didn't she have a dinner engagement with you tonight? ... I see. [ — " He swallowed hard. "Thank you, Chris. Good bye." He hung up and swung around upon me. "She's not there — but I can't believe ... If you're trying to trick me — you and Chris!" And then he was dialing another number, furiously this time, his face set in hard lines. "Mr. Rockland's apartment, please. . . . Mr. Rockland, [ want to speak to NOVEMBER, 1939 ft Pond's Glare-hoof Rose Shades make skin look more Romantic95 r Under a^tUar^rW pole povder g face Element's ^eydo^s cod New Rosy Powders reflect only the softer rays— are "Glare-Proof" • • • shine-resistant Pond's Rosy "Glare-Proof" shades are causing a flurry among the Cafe Society kids who are up to all hours under hard night-club lights. The glamour girls have found they can keep harsh lights from hardening their faces and keep their aristocratic little noses from shininglonger — with these new rosy powders! Try them! They flatter your skin by reflecting only the softer rays of sun or electric light — you can powder less often with these shine-resistant shades! Send for samples today of Pond's 3 Rose shades — Rose Dawn, Rose Cream, Rose Brunette. Pond's, Dept. 8 RM PL Clinton, Conn. Copyright. 1939. Pond's Extract Company 65