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James Noble Gifford United Bob Howard, tennis star, and Ruth Barclay, society girl, fall in love, but they have misunderstanding. Marvel Richardson, an old friend of Bob's who is launching her career as singer, persuades him to become temporarily "engaged" to her to stop gossip that has arisen about her and Morris Ellenber, a wealthy old invalid so enamoured of her voice that he pays her to visit Mrs. Ellenber. Bob makes up with Ruth, and takes Marvel for a drive to ask her to release him. They have an accident and she is injured. When he tells Mr. Ellenber about the crash, the latter dashes off like a crazy man, crying out that Bob has killed Marvel. CHAPTER XXXI. For a moment after her husband was gone, Mrs. Ellenber stood motionless. Then she ran after him, calling for the butler. Bob stood bewildered in the center of the room, not knowing just what to do. Finally, he walked slowly down the hall to his own room in the other wing of the house. He closed the door behind him. There was no doubt of one thing. Now that he knew Mr. Ellenber's opinion of him, he must leave at once. He changed into a suit of thin flannel and then packed his bags. He had just finished when there was a quick knock at the door, and Mrs. Ellenber entered. "Morris is all. right now," she reported. "The butler caught him and he's lying down now, going to sleep. It's so-" She broke off as she noticed the bag in Bob's hand. "Why, where are you going, Mr. Howard." Bob smiled. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ellenber, but under the circumstances, I think it will be easier for everyone if I go to the hotel. appreciate your kindness in having me here and want to think you for all you've done for me. "I wish you wouldn't go," she said earnestly. know Morris was very rude just now, but he's a sick old man-you must remember that. Do say you will stay.' But, despite her protestations, Bob was firm in his intention to leave, and was soon on his way to the hotel. The next day, the tournament committee offered to let Bob skip one day in his playing, but he refused with a smile. When he appeared on the court, he was given an ovation, and the start of his match was watched with eager eyes. His opponent was one of the ranking players. When Bob lost the first set, many in the crowd began to think he was beaten, but he gradually tightened his playing and increased his stroke to win the next three sets. It was clear that his accident had robbed him of none of his skill. At the end of the match, congratulations were showered upon him as usual, but the sweetest part of all was when Ruth came up to him, with a radiant smile. "Bob, am so proud of you! only saw the last set, but that was wonderful." He smiled. "Maybe that's why I found the last set easier to win -because you were watching me. But you might have made believe you were here for the whole match, to flatter me." "I've been to see Marvel," she said simply. "I didn't hear about the accident until today, when Cliff came in to luncheon.' Bob shook his head. "Poor Marvel-I'm worried about her. Tell me how she is now." "She's better. But she's still in a kind of dazed condition. The nurse only let me stay a minute." Bob sighed. "It does seem too bad, Ruth." Ruth patted his arm. "Oh, I'm sure everything is going to be all right. Don't worry." He left her then and ran toward the club house. Ruth stood looking after him. Life did seem so different to her now that she realized she loved Bob and that he loved her. The automobile accident had been unfortunate and it was too bad that Marvel was injured. Yet even that could not shake her conviction that somehow things would come out right. Just at this point in her thoughts, she saw her chauffeur hurrying toward her. "What's the matter, Blake?" "Come with me at once, Miss Ruth. Your mother told me to bring you immediately." As they threaded their way quickly through the crowd, Ruth caught him by the coat sleeve. "What's happened "I don't know. I can't be sure." A few minutes later, Ruth stood in her mother's room, listening with horror while Mrs. Barclay, between sobs, poured forth her story. A telephone call had just come from the family lawyer saying that Mr. Barclay's bank had suspended payments and that Mr. Barclay himself had been arrested. charged with mishandling the bank's funds. "Oh, mother, it can't be! Father would never do that!" "Of course not!" Mrs. Barclay cried furiously. "But you don't realize how wild people are these days. Your father always did everything for the best. And now people will jump on him in this way. It's too terrible." "We must go to him at once," Ruth cried "Quick, mother, get your things on." But they were not quite quick enough, though the car drove at reckiess speed over the Long Island roads. When they drew up before the door of their New York house newsboys were calling "Extras." Mr. Barclay had committed suicide after being arraigned and released in bail. (To be continued)