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mia -- BE i a i LEE "gould not be sure that she had. , tery. "SCHUYLER SMYTHE, with whom Vera is in love, assures her that he met her five years ago in Palm convince people of her true iden: tity, but being unsuccessful decides to let matters run their course, with the girl he thinks she is. He drops a fetter and she notes the address in rise. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XVIII p Schuyler Smythe bent hastily to pick up the letter which had fluttered out of his pocketbook. When he raised his head his checks were dark with color, and Vée-Vee averted her eyes hastily. If she pretended that she had not seen the name on the envelope he | "Mr. Shuler B. Smith"--those were the words her eyes had picked up A -- Pont spect. 91,90 Leader Dry Goods Store B82 Shmcoe - St, 8, Phone 740, Felt Bros. J he LEADING JEWELER! Batablished 1886 ne mechanically. She had not meant to pry. Maybe the letter was not his-- ut there was too niuch similarity in the name to make coincidence seem reasonable. Smith--Smythe, Of course he--he who looked so distinguished-- had hated the plebeian name of Smith. What harm in his changing it to the more romantic version Smythe? But-- Shuler into Schuyler. Well, why not? she asked herself angrily. What did a name matter anyway? "Now yon know," he told her, al- most doggedly, and for a moment she thought he was referring to his chang- ed name. "Now you know why I 'pre- sumed! Can you wonder that I thought God answered a r, roman- tic fool's prayers when looked up from my luncheon and saw yo today? For five years I've followed your amaz- ing career--" Her reawakened curiosity seized upon the word--career. 'Was this other girl, the girl whom she so strangely resembled, an actress? But he had said she was rich, Of course an actress might be rich-- Ie "--loving you all the time, collecting pictures of you. hy, Vee-Vee, | have a scrapbook full of you and your social triumphs and--and your wed- ding." His voice dragged on the word, as if it hurt him, and his mobile mouth twisted downward with pain. "God! How I hated that man they made you marry! Auctioned off for a title-- you!" ; "Stop! You mustn't say anything else!" Vee-Vee cried, hardly knowing why she stopped him. If she let him talk on she would discover who it was that they all mistook her for; the mys- tery would be solved. And of course she wanted it to he solved--But did she? If she said to him, at last, be- cause she could not let him deceive himself any longer, "I am just an or- dinary stenographer. I have never heen married. You have seen me only once before in your life and you did- n't pay me the tribute of a second glance, because I.was a homely, be- spectacled old-fashioned girl. My name is really Vera Victoria Cameron. There is no romance and mystery about me. I am not the girl you have loved for five years," it would be over, over! "I'll stop, but I won't say I'm sorry," Schuyler Smythe said stubbornly. *I had to tell you. I'll leave Minnetonka tomorrow if you tell me to, but you can't send me so far away that I will stop loving you. Shall I go?" "I think we're both crazy, I for lis- tening to you and you for telling me such an impossible story," Vee-Vee said almost severely. "I came here to escape myself, everything, not to-- to--" Her voice broke, as if she were about to burst into tears. But the real reason was that she could not go on with the first deliberate lie she had ever told. Every moment she was put- ting frank confession farther out of reach-- "Shall I go, take myself away where I can't remind you of the past?" Schuyler demanded tensely, his eyes burning into hers, his mouth twisting with pain. Vee-Vee drew in a sharp breath laughed shakily. "I--I have no past, Schuyler Smythe. Only the present-- and the future." "You darling, you adorable thing!" he exulted huskily, his hands going so quigkly to her shoulders that she did not have time to evade them, His face was almost touching hers, his breath hot and eager Won her face. *"#No, no! ° Not--yet!" Vee-Vee gasped, throwing her head backward so that her pretty hat was crushed against the seat of the car. "Remem- ber, Schuyler Smythe, I haven't been --carrying--your picture--for five years!" It was beastly of her voice to betray her like that, to come in little gustly gasps over her parted lips. "I'l wait!" he decided, wrenching himself away from her, his hands go- ing back to the steering wheel. "If only that little gossip of a Mrs. Ban- nister, doesn't let the cat out of the bag, get word to New York that you are here--" "What would happen?" "They'd come for you, of course! You know that! They say he's look- ing for you, vows to get you back. |: But you won't sell yourself into that slavery again, will you?" he demanded fiercely, "No," Vee-Vee answered quite truth- fully. I'll never go back to him." Suddenly the game seemed thrilling in its dangerousness. Wouldn't the girls at the office gasp if they could see her pow? "I think I'd like my tea," Vee-Vee said demurely, "Would you, you darling?" Schuyler Smythe laughed, his voice ringing out exultantly, "Then you shall have it, and anything else in God's world that I can give you. Do you think you know a lot about being loved and wooed, my princess? Well, I'll prove to you that you don't! I'm going to woo you as you've never been wooed before!" ; Out of the great cornucopia of wis- dom which her Aunt Flora had heaped up for her to use in this game of hus- band-getting a pearl rolled out now, rattled around in Vee-Vee's mind until she seized upon it: "Make him think you are unattainable, that you have had so many sweethearts, so many proposals that his cannot interest you. But don't be too convincing!" So Vee-Vee said, a smile tugging at the dimple in the corner of her ador- able mouth, glinting in the clear emer- ald of her eyes: "I shall never fall in love again!" That was true, too, Wright Funerals J FUNERAL DIRECTOK AND EM- BALMER Successor to ISNEY FUNERAL SERVICE St. S. Phone 1 ance Service 1H OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1927 PRINCESS dnne Qustin to make bread Vikdal JO YEAST CAKES ' l JU ) ( \ l VIRECTIONS ON EVEN) EW.GILLETT CQ.LTD TORKONTI( LN 1CHAGE she told her conscience, for she never expected to love anyone but the man beside her. When they reahced Snyder's road- house, on the far side of the lake, they found Mr. and Mrs. Bannister rather impatiently awaiting them and bored with each other, Mrs. Bannister pounced upon them, her eyes alight with the insatiable curiosity and sus- picion of the inveterate gossip. "You two must have got lost," she crowed. "We've been drinking pot after pot of tea. The cinnamon toast here is really divine, Miss--Cameron," she turned. upon Vee-Vee, hesitating as usual upon the name, suggestively. "I declare, I have to catch myself every time, I've such a temptation to call you Vivian. After all, I am lots older than you, though everyone says I don't look a day over twenty-five." Vivian! The name rang a bell in Vee-Vee's mind, but the memory it evoked was too faint for her to catch. So the other girl--the girl whom Schuyler Smythe had been in love with for five years, the girl who had been sold by her family to a titled foreigner, the girl whom she herself resembled as if she were that girl's twin sister-- was named Vivian. That accounted for the similarity of initials, at least for the sameness of the first initial And Mrs. Bannister had eyed the tiny -- -- 14V. C" upon her luggage before she had jumped to the conclusion that Vee- Vee was this other girl. Vivian C. was the "C" the initial of that other girl's maiden name or her married name? Oh, it was all a silly puzzle and she had no time to solve it now. "I'd rather. you did not call me Vivian--for obvious reasons. While I am here that is not my name," Vee- Vee answered evasively. "My name--" and she was glad to be telling the truth, though it did not sound like the truth--"is Vera Victoria Cameron. My tnends call me Vee-Vee," she added. "How cute!" Mrs. Bannister gushed. "My first name is Rita. I'll adore hav- ing you call me that. Cinnamon toast and tea for you, too, Schuyler?" she asked coyly. "Or will you have the same kind of tea that this terrible John of mine has been drinking?" "Ceylon ' for me--an toast," Schuyler told her, slightly. It was seven o'clock when they ar- rived at the hotel, Schuyler's car de- corously leading the way. The two couples had kept within hailing dis- tance of each other during the hour's drive after tea, an arrangement in- sisted upon by Vee-Vee, and acquiesced in rather sulkily by Schuyler. "But I suppose you're right" hc admitted grudgingly. "That gushing little gossip will have us the talk of the hotel if we don't take care. And that would be dangerous. Any de- Rarting guest could carry the story to ew York and cause a frightful row. I'm not ready to have your mother or father pounce on us just yet. "No. one dresses for dinner here on Sunday night," Schuyler told her, as he assisted her to alight from the car, "Don't run away. We can talk in the sun parlor. No one will be there now." His voice was pleading and his hand would not release hers. "The dining room closes at eight. There won't be much time." " "1 want to freshen up a bit," Vee- Vee told him. "I'll be down at half past seven. You sit at Miss Fosdick's table, don't you?" she added. "Not any more!" Schuyler retorted ardently, but she though she detected a shade of fear or uneasiness darken- ing the glow in his brown eyes. When Vera reached her own room, she tossed her hat to the bed, then flew to the mirror to search her newly flawless complexion, to see if the warm June sun had brought out pale ghosts of her old freckles, She could have sobbed with relief when she saw that, except for a faint flush of excitement her cheeks were still as white and smooth as satin-skinned gardenias. "lI mustn't take any chances," she breathed, as she smeared her flushed cheeks with cleansing cream to re- move the light dusting of pearl-tinted powder, preparatory to "making up" afresh. She was rummaging in the drawer for absorbent tissue paper when her fingers encountered Jerry's mysterious letter which he had hurried to the sta- tion to give her as she left to seek her fortune. She drew .it out, weighed it thoughtfully in her hands, held it up to the light and saw the indistinct out- lines of a picture. So she had guessed right. Jerry's' fears for her had cen- tered around her amazing likeness to the woman from whose printed por- cinnamon frowning trait he had mo giled the beauty which he had created tor her. "I'm-going to open it!" she decided suddenly, overcome by curiosity. "I have a hunch that Jerry would call my present situation a jam." She wiped the cold cream from her fingers, then slit the enevelope with one quick thrust of her nail file. (Teo tinued) What does Vee-Vee learn when she opens Jerry's letter? Will it decide her to go away? Read the next chap- Found Body in Hotel Los Angeles, Calif.,, Sept. 1.--Ly- (Ang on a blood-spattered bed, the body of an 18-months-old baby boy was found in room 418, Santa Rita Hotel, 1104 South Main street. The infant apparently had been stran- gled to death. Police are searching for a titian-haired woman who re- gistered with the baby at the ho- tel, land who has njot been seen there since first going to her room with the child. She registered as "Mrs. W. Howard, L.A." Before leaving the room. the woman left a note hanging on the doorknob, "Please don't disturb the baby." The note hung there all day. Dur- ing the late afternoon a maid went to the door and knocked, There was no response. She summoned the manager and they enfered the Jam, finding the body of the in- ant. Experiments of more than thirty years have proven that Aluminum is the best con- tainer for tea. Red Rose Tea is now packed only in Mum. num, an age is guaranteed to AR + Rs condition, ' SUICIDE PLAN BLOCKED, DUE TO HEADACHE Omaha, Neb., Sept. 1.--BEdward L. Scott abandoned the idea of committing suicide. His efforts gave him a headache, he explained. Despondent because of financial troubles, Scott, who lives on a farm near here, shot himself three times. The bullets glanced from his skull, cutting furroughs in his sealp, but not inflicting serious injury. Scott then cut himself on the wrists and legs with a knife. The gashes were not deep enough to be serious, Scott had prepared a note tell- ing his wife all about his troubles and why he was committing sui- cide. He tore the note up after his efforts proved fruitless. 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