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the apartment house. "You'll come, then? About seven, at the Amber Lantern, downtown?" "Oh — yes, yes," she promised wildly. She would have promised anything to get out of that car, away from the hateful, conceited smile on the face she had once thought so handsome. In her own room, where Lonnie slept peacefully in the new crib she'd bought with her first week's salary, her tumbling thoughts centered miraculously on one point. That night, at Laura's, there had been a few tables of bridge. She hadn't played herself, for the stakes were ridiculously high, but Laura had, and Arthur. And Laura had lost. . . . Could that be the explanation of Arthur's presence in Linden? The next day, quite by accident, she learned that it was. Coming into the Jenkins house quietly, she heard voices — angry voices — in the breakfast room. Brad Jenkins was usually gone by this time, but today he was still home. "I'm sorry, Laura," she heard him say, "but I will not give you a check for that amount of money unless you tell me why you need it." "Isn't it enough if I tell you I do need it?" Laura's voice was tearful. "It's for something private and personal, Brad — I simply must have it." Jenkins seemed, at that, to lose all control of his temper. "Do you want me to guess what you need two hundred dollars for?" he demanded. "Well then, I will. You want it to pay your gambling debts to that cardsharp, Arthur Brinthrope!" "He's not a card-sharp! Is it his fault if I've been so terribly unlucky lately? Brad, you're hateful — you never like any of my friends. As soon as I meet someone who's nice you begin saying they're card-sharps or — or something else just as disgusting." Feeling sick, Sunday stepped into the drawing room and closed the door so she couldn't hear any more; and stayed there until she knew, from the slammed front door, that Brad had left the house. All that day, Laura was subdued, and though Sunday felt sorry for her, she could not help being a little contemptuous of the woman's vanity and empty-headed frivolity — until she rebuked herself, remembering that it Arline Blackburn— Pretty Kitty Kelly on CBS — steals the Easter bunny's job and paints some eggs for herself. Skin Looks More Gl with Ponds New amorous Hard and Shiny Under harsh lights with an oldfashioned pale powder even Miss Ridgeley Vermilye's fresh loveliness would harden . . . she'd have to take more time out for "shiny nose." (-^4^^ca^u> With Pond's Rosy "Anti-Shine" Powder, Miss Vermilye's skin stays heartbreakingly soft and glamorous under harsh electric lights. And now, "shiny nose" isn't always spoiling her fun. New Rose Shades reflect only the softer, pinker rays . . . are "Anti-Shine" DEBS, who have to be glamorous which reflect only the softer, pinker for hours under bright night rays, even harsh light won't harden club lights, adore Pond's new Rosy their faces. No more dabbing at an Powders. They have discovered that with one of these new Pond's Rose shades unromantically "shiny nose"! Emphasize your natural charm! Decide which Pond's Rose shade makes your skin look soft . . . romantic! Pond's Powders come in 10£, 20£ and 55£ sizes — 7 lovely shades. Or send for free samples today of Pond's 3 Rose shades — Rose Dawn, Rose Cream and Rose Rrunette. Pond's, Dept. 8RM-PD. Clinton, Conn. Copyright, 1940, Pond's Extract Company APRIL, 1940 61