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Show THE LEW SUN. LEHI. UTAH igie Sip J h Bto vyb vv Byiii Js&HBtiff ' RV HFIFM TMVlVt. llli i rn u-A TLllON-CtNTlRY CO. i3C THE STORY THUS FAR Morgan, widow, nd owner of Jm rgan PaPr mill In the Carolina J5in district, turns down a mar. C d opos al from Wallace Withers. He u 5 L a rage. Branford Wills, a young X who has been lost in the moun-fi. moun-fi. for three days, finds his way to the S'an home. He Is fed and allowed to MJTn overnight. He identifies himself r.Tovernment employee, working with "tevors in the district Will, develop, inlmonia and is forced to remain In the ES Marian. Virgie'i daughter. S Wills. Trouble is developing as ZSl Virgie learns someone is at-Sink at-Sink to obtain title to timber lands oTned by Tom Pruitt. We-long friend of deceased husband and part owner of Z m She advises Tom to clear up t'e to his property. A lov. affair is Sveloplng between Daniels and Lucy ieveopi'is .i.rv Withers at. S i to bargain with Daniel, to have him help in getting possession of the Sean mill. Daniels refuses. Wills im-X im-X and discovers he is in love with Marian She is developing similar symptom symp-tom Both keep it secret. Virgie offers Bills a Job at the mill. Tom learns Urn-tar Urn-tar interests have sent men to look over his land. He takes a rifle and goes into the woods. CHAPTER VI Continued. All the way to the lodge hall, where the meeting was to be held, Lucy walked on air. Oh, this was livbg-this was being young! Going out, meeting young people, having fun. They passed the mill and the sulphurous sul-phurous reek settled like a cloud over them. Daniels said, "Have I smelled something like that before? Is it roses, do you think?" Lucy giggled with delight "I never nev-er notice it any more. I went away to business college for a while and when I came back it seemed dreadful, dread-ful, but since I work in it I think if the mill shut down I'd miss it Probably I wouldn't be able to breathe at all." "Like David Morgan. -You've beard that story, I suppose?" Lucy had heard the story of the night the pipe froze and David Morgan Mor-gan leaped up and was half-way to town in three minutes, pulling on his clothes as he ran. It was a classic clas-sic in the town, but she said naively, naive-ly, "Oh, no. What happened?" "Too bad Morgan died," Daniels remarked when he had related the old tale. "That mill needs a man. Not that Mrs. Morgan isn't a grand woman, of course. But any business busi-ness needs a man." Lucy gasped a little, because here was the opening she needed, the chance to talk over what was bothering both-ering her mind. Now she could say, "Oh, but there will be a man. Mr. Branford Wills." But somehow she could not say it She sensed that Stanley Daniels was not going to like the news when he heard it; that he would stiffen and grow thoughtful and remote, that this lovely evening would be spoiled. So she kept silent though the silence troubled her. Keeping anything from Daniels was like cheating to her naively honest mind. And there was, deep in her mind, a traitorous small tingle of excitement that she would not have admitted even to herself. Having a young man in the mill- some one new and enthusiastic and impatient was going to be some- of a thrill. Lucy glowed a lit tle with this idea as she went up toe cold, clacking stairs to the lodge room. And there the drabness of nality chilled her again as Marian Morgan, brisk and assured, said. "Hello, Lucy," in the same old tone of kind indifference. Instantly Lucv was Inst T.!iiv fields again. Lucy Fields who lived Bine shabby house at the end of a aiabby street who had a dreary eof it, supporting her mother. anan said, "Sit down. You know these people, Lucy?" Lucy murmured, "Oh, yes," Kttled herself for an evening - torment Mly Gallup, wife of young Bill 10 fan the Dower-nlnnt fiver tha fountain, was thorp v,riir a vacated and wearing the little personal triumph that young "'"Tied Women fl0i,n . a,- tOrtUre Af n.'n.... C.11- .- mat under no circum- agree to be a ladv. 2T fte illusion for the audi-rtl audi-rtl that the heroine Is the Wife nf . ...... I can't enjoy some of my H'orite vie stars an more. WJfe?r' probably worrying 1 Junior's tonsils whii. in the play. You'll Via 1 . Wtfay tte malelead, Mr. - uerninA Morion never tried art; 'i.hewat!dl,bUt obviously. Lucy "You'v "casea- CSalf,rdVOiCe-and Serves, GaUuP wnilnued i , vCe. "YnnM .1. " ctor. wasK?ton ,or the lead," the las "ute and s,.. 10 organize first- uunced . . w!m; . nd aPPoint com ma ,CJ.U nav to write and --UUI pi, ays. We Can't iu sroyalty, If WA pVi,. ai f -"6c even fifty cent. and b . fjyiv wui f t0 tot movies in- ti' d writing c01liI-Lucy hated her OWn ence. "I can do that" They all left the hall in a group and Lucy had a moment of panic for fear Stanley Daniels might leave her to walk home with some of the others. But he kept his hand on her elbow and her spirits rose. The three blocks home were too pitifully short At the door she grew nervous again, hated her stammering uncertainty. uncer-tainty. "Won't you come In?" she fal-tered. fal-tered. "I'm hungry, aren't you? This air is so chilly " Stanley Daniels hesitated briefly. His ego had been given a satisfy, ing lift at the meeting by Sally Gal-lup's Gal-lup's fulsomeness. Even Marian Morgan's lack of enthusiasm had failed to dampen him. But eager little lit-tle Lucy fed some gnawing bit of uncertainty in his nature. He still felt the need of approval and Lucy was naively adoring. So he was gracious about letting her urge him into the house, and kind in ignoring her confusion when they entered. Mrs. Fields' shoes and woolen stockings were sitting in front of the stove and Daniels busied himself tactfully folding his overcoat while Lucy whisked them away. He did not see Lucy snatch a glass containing con-taining an upper set of teeth from the mantel, or turn a cushion swift-ly swift-ly because of the inevitable cat-hairs Clinging to it "I'll make some chocolate." Lucy was a little breathless. "This chair is more comfortable, I'm sure." "Can I help?" Daniels offered. "Oh, no, I couldn't think of it" Lucy laughed quickly. "I'm old-fashioned, old-fashioned, you see. I belong to that vanishing race of women who think that men should be waited upon." Never could she let him see the inside of that dreadful old kitchen. The old wood stove, the smoked kettle ket-tle and rusty pipe, the smoky little two-burner kerosene contraption they used in summer. She lit this affair now, to heat the cocoa, carefully closing the door so its smudgy smell would not penetrate pene-trate the other room. The little cups were pretty. 'She had bought them hopefully, and kept them now in her trunk, after having found one on the back porch with medicine in it, mixed for a sick hen. She had crocheted the lacy edge of the napkins nap-kins and ironed them to a gloss. Everything was delicate and pleasing even Marian Morgan her self could not have arranged a daintier dain-tier tray. Then she lifted the lid of the cake box and exclaimed in sudden dismay, dis-may, "Oh mean! Oh, what shall I do?" Mrs. Fields had eaten all the little lit-tle cakes. - - - Even before he was able to stand alone without wavering, Branford Wills knew that he was falling in love with Marian Morgan. The realization troubled him. He was under deep obligation to Virgie. She had, he knew, saved his life by taking him in, by the care he had had when illness laid him low. To repay that debt by falling in love with Virgie's child, especially now that Virgie was also to be his employer, em-ployer, seemed a left-handed and slightly dubious procedure but there was no help for it. Marian's very aloofness, her odd, prickly, half-sweet half-bitter withdrawing, with-drawing, the secret and fudging quality that lived in her dark eyes and hid in her long lashes, made her an enigma, a challenging mystery mys-tery to dare any man with blood in bis veins. And Branford Wills was young and fiercely proud and adventurous. ad-venturous. His pride was what bothered him. As he stood, erect finally and shaving shav-ing himself with a rather uncertain hand before the mirror in his room, he told himself grimly that no one, least of all the girl herself, should ever guess the state of his feelings until he could look Virgie Morgan calmly in the face, a man on his own, worth what he was paid and able to love a woman without apology apol-ogy or without humility. So whenever Marian came near, he kept the conversation on the brittle, brit-tle, half-bantering, half-contemptuous strain that modern youth assumes, as-sumes, choosing it for sophistication, sophistica-tion, hiding any current of feeling, masking every emotion. And so soon as he could mount the stairs without staggering, he rented a room in the house 'of Ada Clark's mother, and prepared to move. I have to do this. You understand," under-stand," he said to Virgin "Yes," she said, "I understand." "I haven't anything to pack," he said, "so I might as well go. I have to send some wires and locate my belongings. I'll report for work on Monday. And I'll earn whatever you pay me." "You'll earn it all right" Virgie was terse. "I had to give up philanthropy phi-lanthropy after three banks had busted in my face. People who work for me have to produce." To Marian, Wills pitched his farewell fare-well speech in another key. "I'm about to depart hence," he remarked, walking into the little room at the foot of the stairs which had once been David Morgan's private pri-vate lair. "My obnoxious person is about to be removed from your vicinity. vi-cinity. Then you can smile and be lightsome and gay once more." Marian looked up from the letter she was writing. A quick little shadow shad-ow moved over her face, her eyes darkened, and her lips caught on a half - open, incredulous question. Then her composure returned. "Well good-by," she said, getting w ner reet "I suppose it would be too much for you to tell them in Washington that we are really fairly decent people, if we do mill pulp." "I'm not going to Washington. I'm staying here." An older man, a wiser man would have caught the light that flamed up briefly behind her eyes, noted the quick little catch of her breath. But Branford Wills was young and not terribly wise. "Oh so you're staying here." Marian's voice wavered ever so little. lit-tle. "I'm going to work in the Morgan milL Didn't your mother tell you?" "No." she said slowly, "she didn't teU me." She stood waiting, with the old desk where David Morgan had kept his dusty piles of letters and his stacked trade papers, with David Morgan's photograph steely-eyed and with a fierce, handle-bar mustachebehind mus-tachebehind her. as the tradition of the Morgan mill and the Mor gan money was behind her. It was a little like standing on a proud mountain, disdaining aU below, but Marian was not thinking of that because at that moment a white pain had her by the throat There had been an hour but of course Wills had been desperately Instantly Lucy was Just Lucy Fields again. - ill then and sick men are unaccountable unaccount-able but there had been an hour of dusk and quietness, when she had been keeping watch and Wills had caught her hand in his hot twitch ing fingers and told her that her voice was like a song. Mad folly, of course, even to have listened! But she had listened, and her heart lonely and self-contained and timorous for aU the briery barriers bar-riers she had let grow around it had waited hungrily for more. But obviously there was no more. He did not care. He was going to work in the mill. He had wanted a job and he had been ingratiating and smooth and, engaging until he got it She let bitter acid, brewed from galling disappointment seethe through her blood and sting the tip of her tongue. "So, you're going to work in the milL You never waste time, do you? I hope mother is able to make money enough to pay you. She has had a hard time, paying the men she has already." "It was her suggestion." He stiffened stiff-ened himself, missing everything that a man should have seen and heard in her eyes, in her voice a man who was in love. Then he plunged on angrily, because he was hurt and tingling from a vague scorn he thought he caught in her attitude. atti-tude. "It won't be necessary for you to see me, if it's painful to yoa You can ride by and disdain me from beyond the walL I've been looked at with loathing before. I can bear it" He walked out, and Marian stood still, pressed against the old desk, her teeth set on her lip. The little room was smaU and gloomy from an overhanging hemlock tree. An old chair, twisting squeakily, stood there and she sat in it her knuckles pressed against her teeth, her nails cutting her palms. So he was an opportunist and callously brazen about it! And she, daughter of David Morgan, had dreamed dreams! She writhed against the cold leather of the chair. Then, on an impulse, she ran to the hall, dragged on a hat and coat picked up the telephone, and gave a number crisply. "I'm ringing." announced Mildred, Mil-dred, the operator, in suave tones that made Marian's teeth click. AH the girls in the exchange knew that she was calling Bry Hutton. AD the girls knew also that probably Bry wasn't up yet Mrs. Hutton answered, a hurrying nervous woman with a nervous voice. Marian could almost see her standing there with a duster in her hand and an ear cocked to one side to listen for fear the beans might be boiling over. She was a marvelous marvel-ous housekeeper and it was rumored in the town that Mrs. Hutton kept a dustmop in a hall closet, ready to erase the tracks of visitors almost before the door had closed upon them. Bry was shaving, she said. Bry Hutton had only two types of conversation where women were concerned. An ironic, half-bitter drawl and an insinuating, caressing intimacy, that verged faintly on in-suit in-suit He began in this second manner man-ner but Marian cut it short crisply. "I didn't can up to be petted, Bry. This is business. I want to go to Sally GaUup's. That mountain road Is muddy and mother will fuss If I drive it myself. You'll have to take me." "Oh, look here, sweetness, it's raining and cold as heU. Can't you caU SaUy on the phone? Can't you wait till tomorrow? It might freeze over by that time." "I want to go today. If you don't want to take me, Bry, I'll CaU somebody else." "WeU, don't do that, If you absolutely ab-solutely have to go, I'll take you. But it's a nutty idea, if you ask me. There's no sense to it." "Nobody asked you and perhaps there isn't any sense to it Bry. wiU you take me to Ashevllle instead?" "Sure stick around. I'U be there." "No, I won't stick around. I'm going into town, now." She SDoke hurriedly. A car was stopping outside. out-side. In a moment Branford Wills would be going down those stairs. "I'll meet you at the drug-store, Bry," she said as she hung up. Rain beat through the open window win-dow of her little car as she tore down the mountain. The wheels lurched and skidded on muddy curves but she was reckless and heedless. She had to get away. Anger An-ger rode her like an imp of white flame anger that hurt The stiff fiber In her that she had from her father, that odd fierce honesty that could be both intolerant and tender, was tortured by the thought of weakness, weak-ness, of surrender. How could she have been so weak so easy? She braced herself so hard on the steering-wheel that her knuckles ached. She did not like Bry Hutton particularly. par-ticularly. She did not care particularly particu-larly for any man she had met, as yet They were aU too obvious, too aware of the fact that Virgie Morgan Mor-gan was supposed to be a rich woman. wom-an. They were too glib or too diffident, diffi-dent, they got their conversation and their manners from pulp magazines, or moving pictures, they were country! coun-try! CoUege men did not stay in little towns. They went ranging, seeking wider opportunities, and those who came in from outside, like Stanley Daniels, came"With an air of condescending superiority. She went around with Bry, as Los-sie Los-sie had so shrewdly surmised, to get her own way and because Bry was stimulating. Being with him was a constant battle and dominating dominat-ing him was an achievement for any woman. Marian rather liked the struggle to keep Bry aloof, to maintain main-tain her delicate, arrogant remoteness. remote-ness. And she had to get away to stop thinking about Branford Wills' lean, sardonic face. At the drug-store she parked her car and went inside. The one clerk swabbed off the top of the counter and said, "What for you, Marian?" "I'm just waiting." She shook the rain from her coat "Has mother been in?" "Not this morning. She's been trying try-ing to find Perry Bennett Lucy and Mildred were caUing all over town. I guess they found him. I called a while ago and told Lucy I saw him going into Piute's shoeshop. I asked her if she wanted me to yell at him but she said never mind." Marian stood near the door, watching. She was sorry she had told Bry to come here. Every one in town would know in no time that she had gone off somewhere with him. But that might be just as welL If every one knew it Ada Clark would know it and the sharp-nosed sharp-nosed girl who was head nurse, superintendent, su-perintendent, and manager of the absurd little hospital would know it Ultimately, by the sheer saturating effect of knowledge in small places, Branford Wills would also know it She waited until Bry was actually in the store, and then said with elaborate elab-orate casualness, "If you're going over to the court-house, Bry, do you mind if I ride along with you? I have to see a dentist and mother worries when I drive on wet roads." Bry stared stupidly, began, "I thought you" "I did," Marian cut in, with some scorn, "I meant to go alone but if you're going anyway I could save my gasoline, couldn't I?" "Sure, come along." Bry comprehended compre-hended finally and instantly appreciated appre-ciated the element of the clandestine. clandes-tine. "Going to leave your car sitting sit-ting there?" "It's dirty anyway. It doesn't matter." She lifted the latch and Bry said, "Wait a minute till I get some cigarettes. cig-arettes. Cash a rbeck for me, will you. Ed?" "If it's any good. I will," the clerk snickered. "It ought to be good. It's on the old man and I signed it myself." "HeTl come in here and raise the devil about it" "He has to raise it somewhere. What do you run a drug-store for, anyway (TO BE COXTIWED) I STAC iE-vSCREENADlO BY VIEGIXL1 VALE (Raleasad by Western Newspaper Union. TN HOLLYWOOD appar-A appar-A ently one of the first things a young actor has to learn is when to quit a job, if staying is likely to be a bad idea. For example, there's Allan Jones. He left Metro, because he didn't like the kind of parts he was getting, when he got them. Margaret Lindsay left Warner War-ner Brothers. After a while they landed the romantic leads In "There's Magic in Music," and now there's a big demand for them. Cary Grant and Jean Arthur depart, ed from Paramount and new look at them! Dick Powell and Joan Blondell left Warner Brothers Broth-ers and nice, fat salaries; now their "I Want a Divorce" Margaret Lindsay shows that they were right in deciding de-ciding that he wasn't just a singer and she was something some-thing more than a slap-happy glrL The list goes on and on and on. Fred Astaire left RKO. Paillette Goddard left Hal Roach, to become one of Par-amount's Par-amount's most popular pop-ular players; Basil Rathbone gave up a fat contract at Metro because he was sick of appear Allan Jonca ing in drawing room comedies; Marie Ma-rie Wilson left Warners and dumb dame roles, to become a sophisticated, sophisti-cated, glamorous woman In Para-mount's Para-mount's "Virginia." Madeleine Carroll left Walter Wanger to star for Paramount Metro was perfectly willing to let Deanna Durbin go elsewhere, a fact from which certain executives will probably never recover, since Joe Pasternak developed her into one of movledom's most valuable stars. ' Virginia seems to be the most popular state in the Union, so far as movie makers are concerned. What with "The Howards of Virginia," Vir-ginia," "Virginia," and now "The Vanishing Virginian," which Metro baa just purchased, yon can hardly escape it for long If you go to the movies. Knox Manning, one of the best-known best-known news commentators, walked right into luck recently when he used a Scandinavian dialect on the air. Director Tay Garnett and Producer Pro-ducer Richard Rowland were trying to find a performer who could both look and talk a certain role In "Cheers for Miss Bishop." Garnett happened to turn on his radio, heard Manning for the first time and now the radio man will appear in sup port of such experienced performers perform-ers as Martha Scott William Gar-gan, Gar-gan, Dorothy Peterson and Sterling Holloway. Quite a few years ago, when he was a student at Yale, Belrne Lay Jr. spent SO cents to see a picture called "Wings," and the course of his life was changed. He decided to be an aviator, and to write about flying. That was in 1928. He decided to go into the air corps; in those days it took longer than it does now, but he was finally admitted to Randolph field in 1932, and was graduated the next year from Kelly. Then he began writing. He got a lot of rejections, re-jections, but be stuck to both flying and writing, and was on his way to fame. Last year, after he'd told some articles on flying, his book, "I Wanted Want-ed Wings," appeared! Paramount bought It Be thinks that proves the troth his own story offers that a man who has freedom and future In America can ret anything he wants if he'll try hard enongh. m In New York city, Doris Dudley, star of the air's "Meet Mr. Meek," entertained members of the cast at a party in her haunted house. When photographers ushered them into the room where George Weinberg, member mem-ber of the underworld, either was killed or committed suicide, and asked them to pose over the spot where the non-eradicable blood stains show, one chap gasped, turned green, and got out as quickly and quietly as possible. He was Frank Readick, formerly the blood-thirstiest blood-thirstiest villain on the air The Shadow! ODDS ASD EXDS C Three ipectaeular airplane crashes will be featured in "l Wanted Wrngt" --but no matter who teem ' be crashing, Paul Mantz, veteran ttunt pilot, will probably be the lad who doe the flying leading up to the accident. ac-cident. C. You may not consider Petgy Dig-tin. Dig-tin. Warner' discovery, "The Most Beautiful Irish Girl in America," but he't pretty enough to have the c-ond c-ond feminine lead in "Footstep in the Dark," opposite Errol Flynn, C And the British can hardly wait to see Charlie Chaplin as "The Great Dictator." f " mum jl J; v UlL ATmTTxrn Mthe HOUSE Painting the top and bottom cel lar steps white may save many falls. Apples peeled, cored and baked in pineapple juice make a new and tempting dish. Use a clean sheet of wrapping paper to roll pies and pastry on. It saves a lot of cleaning up later. If cream is too thin to whip, try adding the unbeaten white of an egg. Baklns soda is one of the best known agents for cleaning glass ware. Protect the mattress from tear ing and from dust by a muslin mattress cover, and by placing a mattress pad between the spring and the mattress. By boiling old mason Jar lids in a gallon of water to which has been added a cup of vinegar you can remove that ancient appear ance. ii r f vai '-i r m v -wv if 'i. 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