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Sammy Jay la on early rlaar. He
atari* out on hi* morning rounn*
Ju«t *0 Poon *0 ha Ip Wr* that It Ip
light enough to put on end to the
hunting of llooty the Clwl. l.ong ego
Hominy dterovered thiit not only doe*
the eerly bird get the beet thlnge to
eet with the !»est trouble, but he eleo
haa a chance to learn a gTent deal
that lazier people mlea.
Ho It happened that Hammy arrive*
very early one morning In the dear
Old Briar Patch. Peter eaw him al
once. "Good morning, Sammy Jay,'
Mid ha. "What mischief bring* you
over her# an early?"
Patnmy a* one# pretended to bo In
ilignanf. ‘Mlachlaf:" ho exclaimed
"Mlachlaf! One would think I did
nothing but gel In mlachlef I
“And one wouldn't be very tar
wrong at that,'' retorted Peter.
Sammy knew that Peter waa only
tending. Then, too, It wee too early
In tha mnrninii to quarrel. He de
elded he would do a little teaalng
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himself. "I picked up a hit of news,
aald ha.
Instantly Talers Ion* asrs stood
straight up, and Peter sat up. “What
la H?" he asked eagerly.
"It Isn't mlachlef," aald Sammy
Jay.
Peter stamped Impatiently. "Alt
right." said hs. "I'll take your word
for «. What is It?"
"Something you'd like to know,"
replied Sammy, his bright aye*
tw Inkling
"Of course." retorted Peter "Other
wise I wouldn't ask what It Is. Is It
retil news?"
"That depends on what you cal!
news," retorted Sammy. What Is
news an} way, Peter?"
"News la—is—well, it ia something
that has Just happened, or what very
few people know about." replied
Peter. 1
"Then this is news.” declared Sam
my In a very decided way.
Peter was fairly dancing with Im
patience. "Pleas* stop teasing me.
Sammy Jay, and tell me what it is,"
he begged.
"Will you take bark what you said
about me always being in mischef?”
demanded Sammy.
"Of course," replied Peter. "You
know very well, Sammy Jay. that 1
was only fooling."
(Continued from Yesterdai.)
Cordelia wan pleasantly flattered,
but her response was a soft laugh of
unbelief.
T hardly thought you'd take going
(nto pictures seriously—not with what
you have before you," Brandon con
ceded. ‘But lt'a nothing to be laugh
ed at. The money end's not bad. I'm
not paying any Mary Piekford sal
aries, but among my people there are
three girl* working for me—all really
nobodiee—not one of whom had a
fifth of the qualities to start with that
you have right now; and of these
three each girl cleared over i150,000
last year.”
"So much aa that!” breathed Cor
delia, mentally comparing the amount
with her own income.
“Not bad, is it. for juit letting
some one point a camera at your face?
It's worth thinking about, anyhow.
Perhaps even you may some day
change your mind. I want you to
promise me one thing, in case you
ever do." .
" Ves?"
"Promise lo give Brandon pictures
the first ehane* at you. I'll offer you
a better contract than any other
producer."
Again Cordelia laughed. "I guess
I can promise that with perfect
safety."
“You just bear that in mind—I have
vour promise! J.isten now”—and he
smiled with that assurance, with that
omniscience and omnipotence which
are the gift and aura of motion pic ]
ture directors and president!-—if you d
come In with me, you'd soon be a
star, writing your own salary check!
And lhe Ml! boards everywhere would
be saying 'Kyle Brandon presents Gor
delia Marlpvve In Her Hearts Desire'
You'll be i sensation! Wait and see!"
Cordelia laughed again. Traffic be
gan to move.
“You’re coming out to Gladys Nor
worth's for the week-end"’ she called.
"I'm staying there now."
She Seee Mistake.
"Then of course I'll be there—to
sign you up!"
As she rolled slow Iv northward
along the curb, Gordelia saw that
which mad* her start. This was .Mit
chell. walking south. Ills gaze was
fixed casually over her head—she was
certain he hed seen her; but he passed
without meeting her eves. She ha-1
thought herself prepared for anythingj
from Mitchell, but she was nonethe
less surprised to see the butler strol
ling along Fifth avenue in smartly
tailored blue serge, with malacca
stick and yellow gloves and looking as
much the well groomed man of the
world as any she might see that
morning upon the avenue.
Yes. ns Mr. Franklin had said Mit
chell was decidedly a man to lie most
carefully watched and studied.
For a moment her mind went back
to their little scene of the night be
fore: his letting her in when she 1 ad
thought herself locked out—the col
lapse of her palsied legs, her absured
sprawl upon the floor—the strong
hands beneath her arms as he had
bellied her un the stairway. And yes
—that something he had started to
tell h*r or ask her. and then had
checked himself—what could that
something have been*
At 12 o'clock, Cordelia was in their:
closed-up Park avenue apartment.,
talking to her mother. Mr* Marlowe,
was a kindly, warm-hearted lady, and
she had the greatest affection and*
concern for her two daughters. She;
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"AH right," replied Mr,
end Mre, Quack, the Mallard Ducks,
are hack from the Sunny South "
Peter Jumped right etta!|ht un,
"Really?" he cried. Are >ou »ura
of It? It aeema to me a little aatly
for them."
"Do you doubt my word?" demand*
ed Sammy, pretandlng to ba very
angry.
"No! Oh no"* eried PeUr hurried
ly. "How did you hear of It?"
"I didn't hear of It. I eaw them.1
replied Sammy. "I aaw them earlj*
thla very morning."
"My!" cried Peter. ' I myat hurry
over and pay them my respect* t
suppose they are looking ae fine a%
usual?"
Sammy ahook hit head. "No, sanf
he. "they are not. In fact, they ara
not looking well at all. Never havy
I seen them look ** poorly a< they
do now. I don't know what thy
trouble la, but they don't look a bl<
good to me By the way. If you wand
to call on them I left them over in
the Big River where the I.aughlnC
Brook enters It."
"Thank you, Sammy Jay!" cried
Peter. "I'll go at once." ■
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The next stor^: "Peter Discovert
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CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT
By LEROY SCOTT. (Copjrllh, mn
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was no more than 43. her carefully
coiffed yellow hair scarcely showed
its* gray, and she might have ap
peared a much younger and mot •
elastic person except for her form 1
beat Ing.
Mrs. Marlowe was well pleased Wit h
ithe world and well pleased with he -
self. "1 hope you appreciate. Co: -
delia, what X have done for you in
this matter.” she continued in her
tone of self-approval. "If I hadn't
liad the wisdom to see what Mr.S
Franklin could do for nve. where
would we all be today, and w hat w ould
have happened to you?”
That was one of Mrs. Marlowe's
delta managed to keep a straight fate,
started, and to asume that they had
originated in her maternal care. Cor
delia managed o keep a straight face.
A» for Mrs. Marlowe, ghe was cer
| tainly grateful to Mr Franklin. That
was why she and Lily were lunching
with him that day. One could not
show such a man too great apprecia
tion.
Mr. Frankjin was the bright spot
of Mrs. Marlowe's conversation. But
|fhe had her worry—Lily. Xt was a
,dance or something else every nigl t
with I.ily. She had suddenly become
unmanageable! And the way I.ily had
| begun to drlnl)! Mrs. Marlowe had al
ways been accustomed to seeing wit «
drunk by ladies and gentlemen ns
ladies and gentlemen should dr.me
wine; but in all her life she had never*
seen such quantities of liquor drunk
jas were being drunk by the chil
dren!
Prinking was becoming the most
I popular childish game. Why, Lilv
nntv carried her own pocket flask.
The flask w as a present; Mrs. Mai •
iowe refused to give money or liquor*
to (ill it; but her friends kept Lily
| supplied. And. too, I.ily did swea*
duch an awful lot. It would be a
i relief when I.ily was in Hsroouri
1 Hall, where she would be regulate*!
by discipline. In the meantime
couldn't. Cordelia do something?
To Mrs. .Marlowe, Lily seemed ^
brand new problem for which ther^
was no answer.
Cordelia went Into the bedroom
where Lily, having changed into t
fresh frock, was now carefully apply.*- |
irg a lip stick. Lilv was slight, with *
dark, bobbed hair and had that pert
audacity, that shameless inclination
to shook, which sometimes seems the
dominant Instinct and ileliglu of pres
ent-day feminine lo.
Much Too Swift.
'Tlello, Cord, old girl. Don't touch
me, for 1 don't want to be mussed.
Going to meet my best beau.”
"See here. Infant—how about sil
this drinking you're doing these
days?”
"Mother been telling tales?”
“Never you mind! Better eut that
stuff out l«*fore it gets you "
"Oh. don t t>e a silly pill! If a
fellow doesn't drink her share, the
crowd doesn't want her along.”
"How much do you drink"”
"Just keep step—that s all.”
"Lily—'
"Don't be a gloom. Cord! Besides,
you just please remember I've got
r reputation to live up to. I'm the
sister of the great Cordelia Marlowe,
and that means I've got to travel. Bo
there!”
Cordelia bit her lip She wanted
to slap the cheek of this pert piece
of sophist Scat ion. Cordelia herself
was a con tempo vary of the flapper;
but some quality in her had restrained
her from that self-possessed audac
ity. that unashamed directness, that
itch t*> shock the world, that prac
tice of signaling the world to just
wach her sow wild oats, which to
Cordelia's mind characterized the
flapper when fully developed. If I.ily
Wept her present direction, what
would this fledgling lie when she
readied the flapper maturity of 17
or IS?
"I can stop boozing If I want to.”
I.ily continued. "Can wean myself
without anybody's help. Can taper*
off on one of these Infant's what*
d you you-CRil-'cnis?—rubber pacifiers.
Bo there's nothing for you to worry
your Old bean about. I<ef* change
the subject. I've got a new beau.
Now what d'you think of that?"
Even to Cordelia this newest gen*
eratlon was at times breath-taking.
"Who is he?”
\ >fw Admirer.
"Can’t claim yet that lie a all mm*.
You may marry him, or toother may
t»ent me out. Hut T rather think
he'll prefer little l.tlv. He a been
mighty nice to me He'a our brand
iu u good angel—Mr. Franklin.”
Cordelia swooped upon Idly. Mlging
er by either ear. "Why. you brawn
ilitile imp:" she cried. “I’ll rut some
$en.*** into you!’*
•Ouch: You leave me alone"’ Idly
squealed. "1 know what's the mat
ter with you. Jealous! You want
Mr. Franklin yourself:"
At thia last Cordelia loosed her
hold In exasperated amazement. Mrs.
Marlowe, drawn hv the outcry', came
In and wanted to know what was
the trouble. Idly winked and grinned
Mi an aside at Cordelia, and spoke of
having half murdered herself with a
damned old pin.
l ive minutes later they were down
tn the street. Alt were lunching at
the Grantham, but IdK refused Cor
delia's invitation to ride tn the road
ster, she wasn t going to make a
mess of her fresh dress h> r row ding
three in that dinky, damned little
seat, and besides, she was going to
look at hats before thev met Mr.
Franklin. So away idly and Mrs.
Marlowe went in a taxicab, and Cor
delia rode off alone.
She vv.Hild certainty have to de
something about l.iiy a precocious
teivst in men and drink' M as ta -.
really serious, or merely trying to
I he glibly teasing and trying to g!'»
I herself alis tn what she {tad sa d
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