ure you
have beaten her with the radio tent, Jess."

JEALOUSY

CAN IT BE POSSIBLE?

CHAPTER XIV

JEALOUSY

Jessie Norwood had not much personal desire to "beat" either Belle
Ringold or any other worker for the bazaar; but she confessed to a
hope that the radio show had helped largely to make up the deficit in
church income for which the bazaar had been intended.

Miss Seymour had added up after each show the amount taken in at the
door of the tent. Before the lights were put out and the booths were
dismantled she was ready to announce to the committee the sum total of
the radio tent's earnings.

"Goody! That will beat Belle, sure as you live," Amy cried when she
heard it, and dragged Jessie away across the lawn to hear the report
of the sum taken from the cash-drawer under the orangeade counter.
Groups of young people milled around the "concession" which served the
delicious cooling drinks.

"Walk right up, ladies and gentlemen--and anybody else that's with
you--and buy the last of the chilled nectar served by these masked
goddesses. In other words, buy us out so we can all go home." It was
Darry Drew up on a stool ballyhooing for the soft drink booth.

"Did you ever?" gasped the young collegian's sister. "He is helping
that Belle Ringold. I am amazed at Darry!"

"He is helping the church society," said Jessie, composedly.

But she could easily believe that Belle had deliberately entangled
Darry in this thing. He never would have chosen to help Belle in
closing out her supply of orangeade.

There she stood behind her counter, scarcely helping wait on the trade
herself, but aided by three of her most intimate girl friends. Belle
gave her attention to Darry Drew. She seemed to consider it necessary
to steady him upon the stool while he acted as "barker."

"Come away, do!" sniffed Amy to Jessie. "That brother of mine is as
weak as water. Any girl, if she wants to, can wind him right around
her finger."

But Jessie did not wholly believe that. She knew Darry's character
pretty well, perhaps better than Amy did. He would be altogether too
easy-going to refuse to help Belle, especially in a good cause. Belle
Ringold was very shrewd, young as she was, in the arts of gaining and
holding the attention of young men.

But Darry saw his sister coming and knew that Amy disapproved. He
flushed and jumped down from the stool.

"Oh, Mr. Drew! Darrington!" cried Belle, languishingly, "you won't
leave