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Show SYNOPSIS To the quiet household cf Doctor Ballard, in Mulberry Square, youthful Dr. Hugo Kennedy, cornea aa an to atay a year. Ue first meet daughter of Doctor Ballard. Her older enter. Celia, petted beauty,' la away from home. Hugh regarda Janle, a unlrereal favorite, a a email girl, to be treated aa a churu. He la impreseed by evldencea of Doctor Ballard' kindneaa of heart, and bla popularity. Hugh aeea a photograph of Celia, and la impressed by bar Jsnle, nineteen-year-ol- d CHAPTER IV Continued "You'd better stop thinking . . . Are we Meads again?" Janie nodded. "Well that'a a relief!" He drew a long gusty sigh. "Tonight we'll We'll drive out to Riverside park." "And hate supper at the lunT Janle was Janle, getting excited again. Hugh ' was smiling. Janle smiled, too. She gave a little bounce of happiness and smiled her wide gaj smile. "That's the girl!" Ills eyes admired her. "You're lovely when you smile," She couldn't stop smilLovely I ing. feel like the Cheshire cat," she aid. "Just nothing at all but a smile." and reached for the upraised glass. Uncle Frank's father, It seemed, bad made a fortune In shady transactions with mules during the Civil war. It was Great uncle Charlie's favorite story. He laughed all over. His round paunch quivered. So did his shoulders and his fat pink cheeks. "Simple gratitude, Jauie my dear," be chuckled. "If mules can produce ail this" His sweeping gesture Included the glorified farm bouse, the oaks and the beech trees, the lawns and river Itself, sparkling and blue In the sunshine. "Well, I'm for them, that's aiL My sainted Aunt Maria i" Ha suddenly exclaimed. "Now what does Lucy think of that?" Janie's eyes followed bis to an oak tree along the drive. Muriel, stand- - eele-brat- e. 'i Ill "You don't seem quite sure." ... hand. "Janle Bnllurd!" he said. "You've chewed that thumb nail down to the quick!" CHAPTER V Aunt Lucy vtrn having a garden party at "Sportsman's Hall." The party was not confined exclusively to the garden, however. In fact, no one visited the gardens at all unless led there by Uncle Frank to admire his peacocks, his goldfish or his roses. Uncle Frank boasted that each bud on the luxuriant bushes .cost him, all things considered, exactly one dollar , , , apiece man with He was a square thick-se- t a ruddy complexion, twenty years old-than Aunt Lucy, who had pure white hair, young brown eyes and a beautiful figure All the Ballards turned gray early Id life. Aunt Lucy had been clever enough not to tamper - r with nature. She bad the appearance of being constantly dressed and wlgged for a costume party. You liked to look at Aunt Lucy, Uncle Frank, on the contrary, appeared always to be dressed for a tussle with one of his horses. He called himself a "gentletnaa farmer." (Irent-uncl- e Charlie contended that the title was Inaccurate. Uncle Frank Grove, he said, was neither a gentleman nor a farmer. Great-uncl- e Charlie was permitted to say such things merely because nobody on earth could stop him. Great-unclCharlie sat In a rustic chair beneath a copper-beectree on the rolling front lawn. Aunt Lucy, seated with a group of her guests under a neighboring copper-beach- , at intervals cast an anxious eye In his direction. She had hoped that he wouldn't be present There was never any telling what the dreadful old man Charlie might do or say. Great-uncl- e was aware of her anxiety. It helped him to endure the boredom of what he considered a very stupid party. The armchair was placed conveniently near the punch bowl. Merely by reaching out his arm Jeff was able to refill Great-unclCharlie's glass. Jeff had been borrowed for the occasion. Aunt Lucy borrowed Jeff on all atata occasions. She apparently felt that a family servant addHi atmosphere even though he was nit, strictly speaking, attached to ter own menage. "How dat punch, Mlstah Cha'lie?" Jeff asked as he once again performed the agreeable ceremony of icfllllng Crcat-uncl- e Charlie's glass. "Tolerable, Jeff, tolerable." Great-uncl- e Charlie raised his glass aloft and smiled lils waggish Smile. "Well, here's to mules and the Civil warl" . "You mustn't Uncle Charlie." A email determined person In a creamy frock planted herself In front of hlin e h e s 1 ; I II "Aren't you glad I kidnaped you?" Hugh, In his bathing suit lay among the moss and pine needles en the bank at the tip of the point "Yoo didn't exactly." Janie. sitting oa a blanket to protect ber party frock, gave a little bounce of pleasure. "I just came tagging along." "Well, anyway, we're here." Hugh stretched lazily. "Was It a nice party? What did you do, Janie?" "I sat on the grass with my feet stretched out so people would admire my slippers." "You dear "You baby," he said. little funny kid." Janie's spirits dropped for a .moment She felt particularly grown up and elegant In the frock of creamy chiffon which Aunt Lucy had brought from Paris. Funny kid! Even the "dear" dldnt help very much. Hugh would persist In treating her like a child and he, she reflected, was no more than a boy himself with his tempers and whistling and spells of being lazy. There he was now, chinning himself on a hickory limb and looking to see if she didn't think he was grand. "How's that?" Expectantly. "You baby!" Tilting her chin in the air. "Imp!" The Ferris wheel circled twice. The third time up, It stopped; the stars rery close above thera, the ground very far below. "Is something the matter, Hugh?' "They'll fig It In a moment. Frlglit-ened- r Ilia arm circled around her. Her hand slipped into his. He held It close In a warm comforting clasp. Her cheek brushed his shoulder, Janle was conscious of a new and bewildering emotion. "1 must be falling In love," she thought "I'm falling in lore with Hugh." The wheel began to turn. She wondered If he were feeling It, too, this aching, blissful emotion. They slipped Sown from the shadows Into the daa-xl- e of light Ue lifted her out of the car, still holding fast to her band. What was he thinking? She glanced op at him shyly, her lashes misted with tears. He was looking at her ructions. My sainted Aunt Maria! wish I hope ru be asleep!" Muriel, Standing, Leaned Against ths Massive Trunk. Ing, leaned against the massive trunk, her rosy skirt blowing back from her graceful legs. Muriel, ordinarily, was not pretty, though she had Aunt Lucy's beautiful figure and warm brown Her features were heavy. But eyes. her wide square mouth had a certain charm and she dressed In exquisite tasta Today she looked almost pretty as she leaned against the tree talking with unaccustomed vivacity to Tom McAllister, only a little taller than she. "Aunt Lucy needn't worry, I guess," Janie said gravely. "Tom wouldn't know Muriel was alive If Celia were here." per eyes strayed down over the lawn to the road along the river. Hugh had- promised to 'come . . . Muriel presently strolled by with Tom McAllister. "We're going In to dance," Muriel said In her careful finishing-schoo- l - - voice. ' "Come along, Janle." Tom added pleasantly. "No thank you, Tom," it was more pleasant to watch the road dappled over with shadows. "When do you expect Celia?" 'A shade of annoyance slipped across Muriel's face. She wasn't pretty now. She was merely a thin, rather sallow girl with a flair for the right sort of clothes. "Soon." Janle answered. "Almost any day." Almost any day! Janie's eyes returned to the road along the river, as Muriel and Tom strolled on toward the house. It seemed doubly Important now, that Hugh should keep his promise. Celia spoiled things for everybody. Once she, too, had believed the Celia myths. That was a long time ago. Whatever has happened to Janle? Great-urfcl- e Charlie glanced down at his favorite grandnlece, brown as a beech-nu- t Id her creamy embroidered frock. She sat very still, with a sort of a listening look, her eyes on the road from town. A 'ray of light pricked through the mist of questions In Great-uncl- e Charlie's head. "What time is it. Uncle Charlie The old man consulted a ponderous watch. " "Half past four." Half past four I If something had happened to Hught And then she heard it, the clatter and racket of a notsy little roadster. Instantly she was alive ail over, eyes shining, words tumbling, creamy kid slippers dancing with excitement "That's Horatlusl He's come, Uncle Charlie! He's come!" "Who's come Santa Clans?" But he Isn't coming In. "Hugh! He's watting and tooting the horn. Isn't It a Billy horn. Uncle Charlie? It sounds like a cat with the croup. Oh my goodness ! I'd better go see what's .. happened." Great-unclCharlie watched her race down the drive, skirt blowing, legs twinkling, the butterfly bows on her slippers lifting like tiny wings. The first faint ray of suspicion became as the breaking of dawn. "So thnt'e the way the wind blows," Great unci Charlie observed to Jeff. "Wbeu Celia cornea home tfiera'll b ... r e He swung Into the water, pulled away from the shore with long even strokes. Janie sighed with content. Lovely day! Hugh had swum out so far that his head was a glint In the distance. The current was strong. If something should happen to Hugh There, thank goodness, he was stroking it back to shore. "Hugh! You shouldn't swim out so far." "Why not?" She couldn't tell him exactly why. It was all mixed up with the singing Inside of ber heart "Funerals are a nuisance," she said. "And I look dreadful Id black." He laughed and threw himself down beside her, his head on the olive-green blanket "Light me a cigarette." "You're the laziest person I know." "My hands are wet,". She IK it of course, puffed once or twice and promptly hnnded it over. They talked. Hugh discussed his hazy plans for the future. "I think I'll go abroad for a year or two. To study, I mean. Berlin and Vienna", Berlin! Vienna; Janie felt lost and forlorn. An interval of silence. The pink In the sky a clear pale amethyst now. Shadows creeping among the trees. "Janle." ' "Ilmmr "I thought you had gone to sleep." "I was thinking." "What?" "Do you hate It terribly, Hugh?" "Hate what you funny kid?" "Living with us in the Square." "No. I like it . . . And say, I'm crashing into society. Tony Silver's wife Invited me to the new Silver's christening party." "Shall you go?" "If you'll go with me. And what about a present? Will you get me something gorgeous "A sliver cup with the name engraved?" "Better make It a keg. The name Is Victor Emanuel Sebastian I can't remember the rest" Another Interval of silence. "Hugh, we ought to be getting home," "It's pleasant here . . . Light me another fag." ."lour hands are perfectly dry." "But you do It so well" A teasing smile. "You are a good little egg." Egg! A lady In a Paris frock! A long indignant silence, "Janle?" "Ilmra?" "We could have a Christmas party for the kids In the Square." "What made you think of Christmas?" "That star up there above the tallest pine." A tiny star shining alone in the primrose and amethyst sky . . . They planned a Christmas party for the children In the Square. Janie remembered with a pang that three months of the time between this evening and Christmas she would be In college three hundred miles away. She spoke of it dolefully. Hugh promised to come for a week-enand write to her very often. That made it oeem less of a trying ordeal. Funny to feel that way. She had .liked college pretty well The twilight inspired confidences. Hugh talked seriously about the things he wanted to do. "As though I were more Important," she thought "than Just a funny kid." She wished it needn't end, this feeling of being close to him, sharing his dreams, planning things for the future. Maybe, some time, he would feel It too. this closeness, this wishing it needn't end. Mother had married Father when she was Just nineteen , . , f d ... n-.- k fii I she bathed her eyes and smoothed ber hair and began to dress for supper. At supper. Hugh taiKea very muo. He kept looking at Ceiie, all white and d creamy and pink with her oa the flower a head set like slender stem of her throat cua, also, talked very little. She appeared d to be wrapped In reveries. Her be to seemed gazing violet eyes upon some bidden loveliness beyond morthe restricted vision of ordinary at our Christmas tree now," Hugh suddenly exclaimed. The tallest pine was uppeu brilliant new star. m "You cant see the tiny ursi uuc Janie mourned. "It's lost la the dazzle. i, tha liHTxiet That's how it Is with Celia and me. Janie thought miserably. The tiny star naa tooaeu so lovely alone . . . The twilight had deepened, everyshadowed thing seemed hushed and sad. Lost and almost in the dazzla! It was always that way. Janie tried to win back the tears that gathered on her lashes. The attempt was unsuccessful They rolled forlornly over her cheeks, splashed down on Hugh's band In her lap. "Are you crying, Janie?" A negative shake cf her head. "What is It little fellow "I I feel sort of chilly. Hugh, please take me home." ni i honey-colore- it long-lashe- tals. "I'm glad you didn't get yourself sunburned." Mother, too, was looklnj at Celia, all white and creamy and pink. "Janle looks like a gypsy." Father was looking at Janie. "I like gypsy girls," he said with a quick warm smile. Janie felt a lump in her throat Father, she thought was the dearest person in all the world. y r Moat evcrythinc With hanalins iepritn. and asuZ Bat eaa deereciatioa. cwaea frem lack et an. Only Net eaatinf any ' it I ; r, J I X 'i. ' Vt'4 I"! p'1 ' II It made everything different, Celia at home. Muriel invited them out for tea, Celia and Janle and Hugh. This time Hugh didn't suggest that they slip away up Into the woods. He sat on the lawn and looked at Celia In lilac hat Janie sat her on the grass hugging her knees in her arms as silent as a small bronze statue. Muriel smoked cigarettes and looked decidedly bored. Celia talked about herself and had a beautiful Ill WeVe aH heard and pr.V,M, being Horatius stopped, with its customary in front of the old brick house, Janle saw a spurt of light in the living room and then through the blinds a soft and flickering glow. Mother must have callers. But why was she lighting the candles? It seemed a little odd. Janle paused to smooth her hair in table. the mirror above the card-traHugh had halted at the living room door and seemed rooted to the spot Janie walked to his side, looked in through the portieres and buried ber fondest dreams. Celia, in misty white, sat at the piano, her chin a little raised to show the long lovely curve of her throat made a radiance The candle-ligh- t about her head and gave her skin the translucent quality of thin creamy porcelain. She appeared to be wrapped In reveries and totally unconscious of protest mil Bee nL true la the part and aeuidoubt a m in anany localitin. Bat yea m), eaz year cue ana ruvf 11 too! Ix believe. it? Here'i . hows Mm . , t i.i loo, to BUia y. vxpvct, ana nguiiy smtw wide-brimm- buff-tinte- d y In the place in which they art ia veraa. New isn't it nana rami),! haae aa argument en the areaia, yeur treasure ia, there will jtm aim"? And it doein't tike a tnit. poiiucal economy 10 anoenuni tkv mere money apent in a caoiKuit), aaore prosper-ou-t that commanit; k But about this eake hsiinen Spw money with year local merchant! ui return a toodly ahare of it li tat 1 I eake made Bp of donation tt tfainr), living expenses, reeUu, i2 tazee, in fact all the partinln kcJ ante that the merchant needi tor an ammo aa yon ana l. noeiviul coneamed eneash cake in ear m J inanity, we won't need to van? the rrumha that are scattered to tk If winds. Let's gtt together trj op each a grand batter that vi m cut ourselves aereral pieces of oU 1 E. MarQMVET, Weasel id almost soundless, a quick Indrawn breath. But Janle beard it Celia, as though she had heard it too, turned with a pretty start of surprise. Her violet eyes lost for a moment their dreaming expression. Her lips curved in a gentle welcoming smile. "Janle," she murmured In a voice like plucked silver "It's lovely to see you again," Janie drew a long deep breath and gallantly lifted her chin. "Celia," she said, "this Is Hugh." harp-string- UUzing pers problem dlst tils time of Howsoeve that in the toats In thi It I wcr. downy Ugh tteds which protection which Is at weather, bu it would b At 400 03 new Refining I Service Stations in Utah ' 0?a and Uif Salt being espe ing of the Equipment t: TamnU Lake City, Utah flnnfk RL smartl; Tl against th so coats. Get Free Garden Guide rabbit fur ited versl the so-clast fall, distance. CHAPTER VI Celia was at home. It made everything different Janie was seldom allowed to forget that she was merely the plain little sister of the prettiest girl in town. Not that Celia was unkind to Janle. She was, on the contrary, very sweet and affectionate. "Janie is devoted to that playground," she would say in the presence of a caller. "She's such a busy brown little bee. She makes me feel like a butterfly." Bees, of course, are dull little creatures and butterflies are enchanting. Celia was a belle. Celia was what gallant elderly gentlemen called a "toast" Celia, in short, was the prettiest girl In town. Just at first Celia paid little attention to Hugh. Janle wondered at her lack of appreciation. She wanted her to admire him from a safe and disinterested distance. "Isn't he nice?" she asked one evening. She was watching Celia dress In her airy front bedroom upstairs, all lilac and cream and rose, as fresh and as dainty as Celia herself. "He looks healthy." Celia was absorbed In the pretty task of brushing her silky hair. "I think he's Janie's cheeks were unusually pink. "And he's getting along so well Father says Hugh Is a born doctor." "I've had enough of doctors!" Celia's voice was almost petulant "Why Celia Ballard!" Janie's eyes were blazing. "Father is different of course." Celia hastened to make amends. She had to be approved of even by brown little Janie. "But the atmosnhe presses me so, sickness and suffering ua ittiu. iou wouiun t understand, Janle dear. You don't mind such things. I'm so absurdly sensitive," From which Janle gathered, with a lifting of her spirits, that Celia had no ambition to be a doctor's wife. The feeling of (tannines however, when she saw him standing ... w.v ..an hub mat auernoon watch want down the stairs, rmi. tug wore a frock of sheer white swlss wun a tigni bodice and a full ankle-lengtskirt At her waist a --,!.k corsage of lilles-o- f loops of green ribbon. Janle saw the auunr.ng expression In Hugh's brown eyes, neara nis quick Indrawn breath That's the way I thought of you " he said softly. Janle didn't wait to hear any more She rushed out throuch thB trt.,i,- up the back stairs, along the second uuur uuu auu up to Her own quiet us a peaccrui haven com. ivwui. and familiar. She flung herfortlng self face down on the bed acri ...i little and kicked at the counterpane u 'wi. iuea sue ielt better. oi h n-- iu "Lilles-of-the-valle- . spring either Oi th ' Both are tic of sof side paste! side plaldi This type the drapei "CATERPILLAR" TRACT08S We have aeveral seed ased "Ctterpilti Tractor ea which desirable dew at be made. Bee ear salesnea a Tremonton or Salt Lake City. Landss Tractor & believe we kl Utah th the glad ter'i Hngerin time the spri for an early that's the qi big m wide-brimm- caler THE i time. Tom McAllister Joined them pres ently. Ue had been talking legal af fairs with Uncle Frank. Tom drew up a wicker chair and he, too, looked lilac bat at Celia in her Hugh, occasionally, made an effort to Include Janie and Muriel in the con Tom looked at Celia, a versation. quizzical smile twisting the left corner of his mouth. It was a smile which seemed to say, "I am not deceived by your poses but I think you are beautl fuL" Tom always looked at Celia that way. Tom bad an Irish mother and a Scotch father. It was the Irish In him, Muriel said, which worshiped Celia's The canny Scotch part of beauty. him kept him from being deceived. You wondered which was stronger. Perhaps Tom wondered, too. a It was amazing, Janle thought how Celia commanded attention. She never said anything witty or beautiful or wise. You expected her to, when she sat with her hands linked loosely In her lap, her eyes dreaming off into ths observing eyes. Hugh's tribute to the picture was the-vni- iIS Perhaps that was the reason. You waited for a glimpse of ths hidden loveliness which Celia promised. She had a gift for ensnaring the Imagination. It worked out very welL Muriel, her graceful figure meshed in a web of knitted silk, talked indolently of a recent trip to Japan. 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