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206 ing nice to me because I’m buying in on the show and she’s to be leading woman. She doesn’t fool me.” ““Somebody’s fooling you, wouldn’t: be in it at all.” -“ Nobody’s - fooling me,” said Harry a little testily. ‘‘ You must admit that a lot of money is made in the show business.” “Yes by those who know.” ‘““Not always. Lots of boobs hke my- self have bought in on pieces put on by pro- fessional showmen and made a lot out of it. I know I’m taking a chance, but no more than in any other business.” “You think so? I know how you could have invested that $20,000 and made a sure profit of five or ten thousand in a very short time. The odds are ten to one against you ever getting anything out of ‘ Lovely Laura ’.” ‘““What’s in a name?” quoted Hilwin air- ily. “ But look here, Evans, what’s your proposition. I’ve got some more money.” Evans looked at him in amazement. ‘“ Are you serious?” =< Sure, ‘Well, I'll tell you. Next door to me is a real estate concern and you know the money that is made in real estate.” JT don’t; but go on.” ‘““These fellows, Brown and Harlow, have taken a tract of land about twenty- five miles out and are developing it for homesteads. Easy commuting distance, good service. It’s a country village that has been jumped by the real estaters up to this time, but it’s all right. I’ve bought a lot myself, Got a girl picked out and pretty soon I’m going to build a little home out there. or you ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. from Grand Central. ‘‘ The lots are going like hot cakes. The _ idea is to buy .a dozen of them and hold them for a rise. If I had the money I’d do it.” Zz ; “Sounds. all right,” agreed Hilwin. “How do you see this place?”’ “Eskdale on the Hudson. Take a train Three-quarters of an hour out. Harlow Homesteads is what they call the place.” “Tl go look at them to-morrow,” said Hilwin, as the taxi stopped at the lawyer’s building. ‘‘ Thanks for the tip.” Evans looked after the retreating taxi with much the same perplexity which Rub- enstein had displayed. “How a fellow who does business like that got his money in the first place, gets me,’ he said to himself. ‘‘Must have found it.” He was right, but he didn’t know it. It was with considerable trepidation that Harry climbed the steps of the big house in the East Sixties early that evening and asked for Miss Simpson. He had been wor- _ ried all day about a possible meeting with his ex-employer, and he had been on the point of phoning that he could not keep his appointment. He knew, however, that if he broke an appointment with Ruth at this stage of the game he would probably not — get another, and he didn’t quite see how he could get along without frequent meet- ings. “This way, sir,” said the butler. ‘“ Miss Ruth will be right down, and she wants you to wait in the library.” Hilwin walked briskly into a richly fur- nished room and came face to face with old man Simpson. TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK U U EXPECTATION TARLIGHT, Moonglow Hoofbeats in the snow. Lamplight, Fireglow Footsteps at the door. Lovelight, Heartglow » In Jim’s arms once more. Gladys Eloise Brierty. (CCOMMIe oo KS5 (ec)