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Show UTAft LEHI FREE PRESS. LEHL -i-- - Sally MUI fps-rlk- t atsersa-Baslt- a MM To th ejoiet household f Doctor Ball; rd. In Mulberry Square, youthful a an Xr. Hugh Kaoosdy. com to tur a Tear. Hs flrst meets daughter of Janle, nineteen-year-ol- d Doctor Ballard. Her older ateter. Cell a, petted beauty, le away from bom. Hush retard i Janie, a universal favor-I- t, aa a a a small girl, to bo trea-.orbum. He la impressed by srldences of Poet or Ballard kiodoeaa of heart, and bis popularity. Hugh eees a photograph of Celi a. and Is impressed by ber love, llaeae. He continues to regard Jaols aa. aa bo oipresaes It, a "good little fellow." a "funny Irtd." but she has a far different feeling for him. Cella rent. d homo. CHAPTER VI Continued Muriel talked do further of Japan. Tom asked Janle about the play (round. "I think It'a dear of Janle to be Interested In those little foreigners." Cella smiled at ber small grave sister. "She makes me feel absolutely worthless. I adore children. They were so cunning on the beach In their wisps of bathing suits. I osed to build castles for tbem. We played fairy tales. They pretended that I was the Princess." Janle knew that Hugh had no mental vision of Janie struggling with dirty little foreigners. He saw Cella beneath an umbrella on the beach, building castles for pretty clean children who called her "Princess." He saw her, perhaps, with his own chilboys who looked like dren, Hugh, tiny blond girls with Cella's frlolet eyes. It worked out very well. A maid brought tea and sandwiches and small round cakes in cups of fluted paper. "Aren't they cunning," Celia asked, In their ruffled petticoats?" Ilugh smiled his appreciation, Tom dropped two lumps of sugar in Cella's cup. Muriel and Janie exchanged a long expressive glance. Hugh was reminded of a servant they'd had who told fortunes with tea leaves. "I had my fortune told at the shore." Cella's manner made it seem a remarkable achievement "A crystal gazer. She told me I was psychic 6be said she felt it the moment I entered the room. I do have strange premonitions sometimes. I feel them in Little stabs like rose tny wrists. pricks." Cells and Hugh and Tom talked about premonitions. Muriel lit a fresh Janle continued to wish cigarette. that she had never been born. Tom presently glanced at Muriel, lying back in the low wicker chair, her long graceful legs indolently crossed, the smoke from the cigarette wreathing above her head. "You look like an ad," he said. J "Doesn't she?" Hugh agreed. "Muriel is so sophisticated." Cella smiled prettily. I wish I didn't look r, like a valentine," sTie added frith a quivering stgh. "Excuse me." Muriel rose from her chair and walked toward the house, Janle followed, after a moment She taade no apologies. It wasn't necessary. Cella was talking about herself. No one noticed that Janle had gone, Muriel was pacing back and forth la the wide hall. "If I had stayed, I would have thrown things," she said to Janle. Muriel looked almost ugly today. Hsr face was somber; her eyes were dark with helpless rage, Janle thought f the garden party when Muriel had looked pretty, standing against the eafc tree, talking and laughing with Tom. She thought of running away vita Hugh to the point beyond the Vhlte Marsh creek. She remembered bow he had smiled at her and told ber all of bis dreams "Look at our Christmas tree nowl" Ton can't see the tiny first star." ' "It's lost In the daixle." ' Janle look at Muriel "It makes everything different," she said, "Celia being at home." red-haire- d lace-pape- d ... ... III ) Celia cherished a secret It had to do with square gray envelopes which arrived at Irregular Intervals. "Who is It darling?" Mother would ask. She liked to enjoy, vicariously, ber pretty daughter's conquests. "Just some one I met at the shore." Cella would smile mysteriously as though there were some things in life too sacred to be discussed. Janie wondered about it Celia, usually, made a grand parade of her victims. Could Celia have fallen In love? That, somehow, was a strange Idea. You thought of people falling In love with Celia. . His name was Carter. Janle found letter on Cella's cream a and ivory desk. half-finishe- d "Carter dear "It's dreadful to be so sensitive. lllL"-- ' Illl SYNOPSIS turn! LIDA LARRIMORE Ceu " No body understands. Last night I went out and stood in the garden. The wind sighed through the trees and all the roses were still. I felt small and lost and alone. If you had been 'here " ' Last night Celia bad returned home late from a dance at the club and fallen asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. Janie felt like adding a postscript to the letter. She nobly refrained. Bose who ex It was Great-aun- t plained. She came to call oue Sun day afternoon.' Celia was spending the day with Aunt Rhoda. Janle sat curled up with a book In a fat leather chair. Mother rocked languidly and waved a palm-lea- f fan. "I suppose Cella has told you. Helen," Aunt Rose began. "Has something happened?" Moth er, of course, was expecting the worst 'Something which may be pleasant" Aunt Rose smiled faintly. Site never really laughed. It wasn't aristocratic. "A charming young man, vacationing at the shore, was very attentive to our rretty little girt" Mother bad 'From Washington?" s on the glimpsed the square gray envelopes. "He Is located in Washington now." Aunt Rose, on all occasions, spoke as though she were addressing a meeting of the D. A. It "Ills home, be in formed me. Is In Charleston." "What is his name?" Mother, Janle thought was getting a little excited. Charleston I It had a fascinating sound. You thought of mansions and live oak trees and gardens of vivid flowers "Carter Shelby." Aunt Rose gave the name her unqualified approval "I have made Investigations. The Carters and the Shelbys ore prominent In Charleston society." "And you think H Mother was seeing visions and dreaming dreams. "I think we are likely to lose our pretty little girl." It was a loss which Janle felt she Bless this could bear with fortitude. Carter Shelby I If only Cella would marry him I Maybe then After that Mother ceased to look with a calculating expression at Cella and Hugh. Janle found her rummag ing one day through a book case In the upstairs sitting room. It harbored the of the years, baby literary cast-off- s books, "The Little Colonel" series. Big Game In Africa," the detective stories that Grandfather Ballard had liked, two rows of massive volumes which were bound copies of a maga-ilne- . It was through these that Mother was busily searching. "What are you looking for?" Janie asked. "I remember seeing it once." Moth er fluttered the pages and little puffs of dust swirled un Into the air. Janle watched and wondered. Mother, as a rule, was not devoted to literature. "Here it Is!" she exclaimed. "Janie I post-mark- ... ... Would Sez you look splutter and roar from the engine. Father was gone I Hugh was busy after that He had no time to ait on the lawn at Aunt Lucy's snd fall In love with Celia. Janle felt almost happy again and forgot to wish she had never been born. And then Janie came into the garden one eve gate. Celia ning through the alley-wa- y was sitting with some one on the seat around the catalpa tree. But It wasn't She Hugh. It was Tom McAllister. walked slowly across the grass, mak ing no noise at all "Cella, darling." Tom was saying. "have you ever had In all your life a really honest emotion?" "That lsu't kind." The sliver harp strings quivered. "You don't understand me, Tom." Ob. yes I do. You're a clever little lady but not quite clever enough." "Life Is so hard for me, Tom." The harp strings were playing a tragic tune. "I simply can t bear to hurt people. Sometimes I wish I were cross-eyeand bad a wart on my chin." "Cella I Cella 1" A tender, laughing rebuke. "The Irish in me wants to kiss you. The Scotch In me tells me to spank you Instead. I'll Just be Irish A d tonight" Janle momentarily interrupted Tom's romantic Intentions. She slipped past them with a casual "hello" and walked on toward the house Her eyes lifted to Hugh's window. Was be op there, watching Celia, caring because she sat with Tom McAllister beneath the catalpa tree? Hugh's door was open when she reached the top of the stairs. "Hello, Janle." He smiled as she stopped at the door. "Are you sleepy, little fellow?" "Not very." She studied his face. Iff S 1" Janle dropped to her knees and looked over Mother's shouder. The article was entitled "Charleston Gardens." There were pictures in color of boxwood hedges and sun dials and clumps of flaming azaleas. "A perfect setting for Celia I" Moth er murmured with visions in her eyes. "It's lovely," Janle agreed. And look at this Janle saw through a tunnel of archbrick. ing trees a mansion of rose-re- d Mother's finger trembled as it pointed out the line of lettering beneath the "Magnolia The Home of picture. ' Colonel Valentine Shelby." "It might not be the same one," Janie objected. It did Beem that Mother was counting a number of unhatched eggs. "Aunt Rose never makes mistakes like that" Mother was dreaming over the picture. "I," she sighed, "will never escape this Square, But Celia certainly shall." Cella, however, volunteered no Information. She continued to act as though young Mr. Shelby was a subject too sacred to be discussed. When a square gray envelope failed to arrive in the morning mall she was petulant and plaintive. When It did arrive, she donned her "Saint Cecelia" Janle wondered. Had expression. Cella fallen In love? Father went away for the last two weeks In August His friend, Judge Trent from Baltimore, had a camp In the Blue Ridge mountains. Father was pleased and excited. "A legacy Is useful," he said at breakfast the morning he left "I'll do my best Doctor Ballard," Hugh promised gravely. "Keep an eye on him, Janie." "Both eyes, Father.", Janle was perched on the arm of his chair, want ing to keep him, happy because he could go. "Do take care of yourself, John." Mother was closing a bag. "Remem bernothing fried I" Stoney was waiting with Father's car at the door. Rachel was an nouncing the time In melancholy accents. Father was kissing Mother and Janie and shaking hands with Hugh. "Where's Celia?" he asked. "She came In so late last night Mother answered quickly. "I couldn't bear to wake her." Father looked disappointed. "All right" he said. "Kiss ber good by for me." A chorus of good bys. Stoney stowIng Father's bags in the back of the shabby old car. Rachel wiping her eyes on her apron and grumbling for all she was worth. A waring of hands. 1 Janie Attended to the Dusting In No Very Amiable Frame of Mind. He looked tired, she thought restless, unhappy. "Let's get the car," he said, "and ride for a million miles." He did care about Cella. Oh, dear big laughing Hugh . . . Janle swallowed hard. "I'd love It" she said. "We'll ride and ride and ride." "You're nice, Janle Ballard," Hugh said gently. "You're a very good little egg." CHAPTER VII Carter Shelby was expected at any moment Janle, returning from the playground one afternoon early In September, found the old brick house in a state of wild excitement "It's Cella's friend, Mr. Shelby," Mother said in answer to Janie's question. "He's coming for supper. The telegram arrived at noon. But we didu't open It and Cella came home only an hour ago. Stoney is out with Father and Hugh Is freezing the sher bet Rachel is as mad as a hornet's nest and I am simply exhausted." "Where's Celia?" "She's dressing." Mother's face was flushed. "Why haven't we had this room papered? It really is a disgrace. If only John Ballard would forget the widows and orphans long enough " "I dou't see why you make such a fuss," Janle said rather crossly. "Can't you appreciate Cella's feelings at all?" Mother's expression Implied that Janle was no true daughter of hers but an orphan on a doorstep. "Isn't this Square bad enough with children screaming and men in free, his collar opened, his sleeves, rolled up, a smudgy streak on his their shirt sleeves and no one to serve but Rachel? And Cella Is so sens1 itive" "Cella Is a luxury this family can't afford." Janlel" Mother was close to tears. "All right I'll dust the living room.' And I certainly hope that our labor Is not In vala" Janle attended to the dusting in no . . mind. She was very amiable frame of wanted a bath. She warm and aeary. . . . : t;iA otprf be are&Mug would Celia tven slaves, like worked one eUse him saw turning She Hugh. of the catalpa freezer in the shade ...v. if rdla would nose. i"ar nugu. ne . . . marry this Carter Shelby wiw returned to the dusting u" termination. a Celia. upstairs, was experiencing moment or two of utter panic, hnenau a described It to Carter Shelby as charming place, this shabby ioned house. She had made mm see her against a background of dim green arbors, climbing roses, ancestral por traits and faithful family servants. ivhai would he think of uacneu What would he think of the Square? She had let him suppose that they were wealthy. It was easy and pleasant to create that impression, travelRose. You said ing with Great-aun- t xou a she preferred quiet hotel. Rose to wear ner asked Great-aun- t diamond-studdeamethysts and her old-fas- h d combs. . . What would he think of it all? Celia mentally inspected the dining room with Its dingy paper and the stains on the ceiling where the bath room plumbing leaked through. Carter was fastidious. She remembered that be had noticed little things. She liked him for It But now. If only she hadn't made it seem like a picture. Mulberry Square! He had liked th name. She had talked about the fountain . . . She knew she was half way In love with him. He was so his ardent dark eyes, his wavy dark good-lookin- hair, his charmingly graceful man ners. She hadn't been quite sure of him. In spite of the letters, she wasn't quite sure of him now. She wanted him to take her away from this dreary old Square. Celia and Carter. They were handsome together . . . "Mr. Carter Shelby. Oh, yes, the Charleston Shelbys. Lovely little thing" . . What should she wear? Celia, In peach-tinte- d lingerie, fluttered dis tractedly around the room. The white The tulle? That was too formal primrose chiffon? The lilac organdy? That was becoming. She slipped it on. As her head and throat emerged from the lilac cloud. she smiled again. Did it matter, after all, that the house was shabby and needed repairs? "You pretty thing," she whispered to the dreaming girl In the mirror. Hugh was standing beside the newel post as Cella walked down the stairs. She saw in his eyes a tribute to her beauty. He was much less attractive than Carter Shelby, she thought But he admired her. "Thank you for helping, Hugh.' She let her hand rest for a moment on his arm. Janie came out from the living room. She looked sulky and cross and disheveled. Funny little brown girl! It was a shame that Janie was so plain. "Hurry and dress, dear." Cella smiled at her grave little sister. The dining room looked better than she had expected with the pink and lavender cosmos and the tall pale candles. Celia lowered the shades. There! Upstairs she heard water running and Mother calling to Father. They were good to her. She would make It up to them when she had a great deal of It was her duty to marry money. well She alone could rescue them all from this tawdry old Square. . . Mother came downstairs, patting herself into place. Father presently followed, Janie, Hugh. The long hand of the clock moved to half-pasix. "Shouldn't he be here, darling?" Mother asked anxiously. "He didn't say any definite time." "Coming by train?" Father was hungry and wanted his supper. "He's driving." "I'm starved," Janle said with a patient sigh. Hugh picked out notes on the piano and looked at Celia In her lilac organdy frock. Celia listened for the door-beand pleated the edge of her handkerchief. The bell rang. All eyes turned to Celia. "You go, Rachel," she said. Rachel returned with a telegram. "Fo' you. Miss Celia." Cella ripped it open, nulled out the yellow sheet She read it through and crumpled it in her hand. "He Isn't coming!" she cried In a passion of anger and disappointment "Never mind, darling." Mother's face paled. "It's all' right" Mother was soothing Celia with soft little hushing sounds. "Don't fret" "No use wasting a party." Father was smiling as though a tragedy had not occurred. "Call over the wall, Janle, to Doctor and Mrs. Warden." Cella was amiable at supper. She laughed at the rector's Jokes and was attentive to dowdy Mrs. Warden. But at the end of the meal her handkerchief was torn into ragged shreds. ll II The next day It rained. The house was chilly. Cella came languidly downstairs at noon. She wore an old woolen dress that was faded and out of pleat Her eyes were heavy. She ju hadn't slept very weu. stomach beside tna lying flat on her living room heartn. Didn't you go to tne piaygrouuu Celia asked. . , - Janie The kids srent ducks.turned a page. "Where's Mother?" "Having lunch with Mrs. Leland. Ita Janie kicked her heels together. committee meeting. "When do we have lunch?" "We don't Rachel Is In bed with neuritis." . . Celia moved .restlessly arouna tne ITa Ana i - f. i.,ni.Ail t room, how snaoDy it iwacu had dusted. The flowers were droop ing. Glimpsed through the windows the Square was dismal and forlorn. How could Janle be contented, reading beside the hearth? "Peter Bruce 'phoned you," janit said. "What did he want?" "I don't know." Celia didn't care, Peter Bruce with his thick red hands. Was this to be her life? She drooped like a wilting flower Into the chair beside the hearth. Janie lay on her stomach, reading, munching an apple, turning a page now and then. Celia thought that she envied Janle In spite of the fact that and brown. It she was solemn-lookin- g would be comfortable to be Insensitive, not pained by shabbiness, torn Into shreds of emotion. If only Carter had a JT11J We toy te keep f rota aririac bbTT Oat lata the rath. la life's gaae deUarsas ar U bilk. Just Ad "feing's" "tffc. last's Una ear dollars ea th "has, mj rtiwinuini, HUME INDCSTIJ rain-splatter- come ... Hugh came In presently. Cella brightened a little. They had a picnic lunch in front of the Are; scraps of chicken, buttered toast cocoa and cakes. Hugh talked to Celia and watched the shine of the firelight on her honeycolored hair. Lovely, he thought, the curve of her throat her delicate oval She would always be lovely. face. Her bones were beautifully formed . . . Janie lay on the hearth rug and looked at Hugh. Celia would make him miserable, she thought Hugh was sincere and honest and fine. He would worship Celia and Celia would take THIS WEEK'S PRIZE STOEI "Money seat frost s totality ten swnauinn stest bapertsnt rcaaos (or bojuf , Th f aaaataia pradaets. Mt aly seeetts biauclf, bat tht vWtf well. TueMSIM lex M.aili.iu vci i u u 7 boj saperisr areducts st awn -- Mti prices, tee. ETcrjen benefits trm parcnass ef Interaionntain-Ktd- t fnka Im E. TURNER, McCsbms, Ik , At 400 Utah Ofl Refining Service Stations in Utah and Ilia "CATERPILLAR" TRACTOR! 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She chattered brightly. She Introduced him to Janie and to Hugh. He ought to wear costumes, Janle thought A brocade vest, a coat with velvet lapels. Strange that his face was dark even when he smiled . . . Women like a suggestion of mystery, Hugh thought He doubted if even in the very far South they spoke with such an exaggerated drawl He thought of the gambler in "Show Boat." Ravenal that was his name, Celia seemed nervous. He wished he Get Free Garden Guide SALT LAKE CITY. SALESMENS' Ct. Book! UTAH SAMPLES Ladies Knit Suits and Dresse Off Now One-ha- lf UTAH WOOLEN MILLS Bait Lake Citj. Utah ll Utah rain-splash- could help her somehow . ; . "Have you had lunch?" Celia asked when Hugh had taken his coat and Janie had pushed the armchair close to the fire. "Well no. As a matter of He accepted a cigarette and fact" bent to the lighter Hugh snapped. Lunch! Cella thought of Rachel In bed with neuritis. She thoueht of what was left In the Icebox. She thought of punier tuncmng with Mrs. Leland. She felt very badly used. T .. I -iue was sorry for Cella, She couldn't bear It, somehow, to see her shaken and nervous. She wished she had dusted this morning and rear ranges me nowers. "Our maid is 111" she explained to Carter Shelby. "And Mother Isn't at home. Last night we killed the fatted calf." She smiled her wide gay smile. co uuiumg iert out the bones.' "ugh laughed. Why will she say such things? Celia Inwardly fumed. v.uier oneiuy smiieo. TO BB CONTINUED Crhnnl nf Rpantv Hie-- 8t, Tki Unfa Salt Lake OH 121 Bo. Main Nw. Ciitui Prsfessisa can now leara a srofewioa tint Inn tuitj Taa mi ke yon independent for the rut ef 1 days, tit per nonth onlj for the eap coarse ef six month. Phone or wrM for oor catalogue. Mail in train NAME ADDRESS , fOl ASK TOUR DRUGGIST APEX Hoa PRODUCT AN INTERMOUNTAIN have a perennial writ gardes for Odell Gardens list snd of plants shrubs, and trees. planting guide Ogden. 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