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Show LEfll FREE PRESS, LEHI, UTAH WITH SYNOPSIS Brooke Reyburn visits tha offlc By Emilie Loring e Emllit of Jed 'Stewart, a lawyer, to d:icui the termt of laa Mitt aha baa Inherited from Mrs. Mary WMTJ Loring. Service. jArmanda Dane. Unwittingly ahe overhears Jed talking to Mark Trent, nephew of Mrs Cane who has been disinherited. Mrs Dane ;fcad lived at Lookout House, a huge struc-titby the sea. built by her father and divided into two, for her and Mark's father. Brooke had been a fashion exjert, and Mrs. hearing her on the (Dane. a "shut-in.radio, had Invited tier to call and developed ' her. Mark discloses deep affection that Mrs. Dane had threatened to disinherit him If he married Lola, from whom he Is now divorced. He says he does not trust Henri and Clotilde Jacques. Mis. Danes ervants He says he is not interested in an .offer of Brooke' to share the estate with him. Leaving her department store Job. Brooke refuses an c2fcr to stepping" with Jerry Field, a carelree young man who wants to n.arry her. At a family conference she lean. j the must live at Lookout House alone, since Lucette, her ounger .sister who is taking her Job, her brother, 6am, a young playwright, and her mother (plan to slay in the city. Jed and Mark are astounded when they hear from Mrs. Gregory, a family friend, that she had witnessed a hitherto unknown will with Henri nd Clotilde two weeks before Mrs Dane died. Brooke had arrived just as she was leaving. Jed suggests that Mark open his part of Lookout House, get friendly with Brooke and try to find out about the will. Jed agrees to stay with him. Mark accepts Brooke' Invitation for a family Thanksgiving dinner at Lookout. Mr. Reyburn announces on Thanksgiving eve that she 'ha been invited to England. Sam and Lucette decide to move In with Brooke and Sam plans to produce new play locally. After the Thanksgiving dinner Brooke tells Mark that little of Mrs. Dane's silver collection Is left. Jerry Field and his sister Daphne drop In and announce they will be neighbor for the winter. Sam adds them to the cast of his play. Later Inspector Harrison of the local police visits Mark and Is Informed about the missing will and silver. As Harrison leaves, Lola arrives. She announces that she and her new husband. Bert Hunt, have started a neighborhood tilling Utlon. Mark almost make a break about the missing will and Brooke Is suspicious. Returning home, she see Lola talking covertly to Henri. "Mr. Micawber," Mr. Cane's pet parrot is missing. , mother as an excuse for staying away from the rehearsal; as property woman she wasn't important She was positively tingling yet. with curiosity. What had Mark Trent to show her? Why had his voice been hushed as if he feared fr he might be overheard? "Boy, you wouldn't think old Micawber making his getaway would leave such a hole, would you? It's almost as if someone in the house had died." Sam's voice interrupted "o her thoughts. "When we get back from rehearsal we'd better make this Suppose he's hiding up in a tree on the grounds, Brooke?" "If he is, Henri will get him. He was white when he told me he had lost the parrot. I'll slip into a coat, go out and whistle for him myself when you've all gone to rehearsal." "What's the big idea walking out on us, Brooke?" Jerry Field de manded in his most spoiled-botone as he held Lucette's coat in the hall. "I told you, a letter to Mother, and sandwiches to make. Bring the cast back here after rehearsal, Sam, for a bite to eat." Lucette dashed out with the two men at her heels. As she watched from the porch, Brooke saw Jed Stewart join them from the Other House. Their voices and laughter drifted back. Did Jed know that Mark Trent had phoned? She wait ed, drawing in long breaths of the cold salty air, until the rear light of the car was but a red spark in the distance. When she returned to the living- room, Henri was collecting cups and saucers. She watched him in CII AFTER VI Continued the mirror while she pretended to 10 be absorbed in fastening the two "Cricky! I forgotl Jerry Field is gardenias more securely to the coming to dinner. Thought we could ell go to rehearsal together. Do you mind, Brooke?" "Of course not, Lucette. Did you tell Henri to set a place for him?" Lucette nodded before she greeted e Jerry y Field,. "How are you, stranger?" "Little girls shouldn't be sarcastic, Lucette." He unfolded a green waxed paper. "For you, Brooke." "Gardenias! I've never seen more perfect ones. What wax-lik- e petals! Wiat lovely leaves! Thanks billions, Jerry." Brooke turned to the mirror and pinned on the flowers. She saw Jerry Field watching her as he said: "I 6trive to please. Sam, you r, why did you call a again tonight? We've been working every evening this week.',' "What does that prove? Call what you've been doing working? I calls it playing. We'll run through the three acts tonight, and, m'lad, for the love of Mike, put some punch into your part, even if we are reslave-drive- hearsing with no props." was cheery with The dining-roofirelight and the flames of tall yellow m which matched candles, to a tint the acacias in the bay window. The blue of bachelor buttons, the soft pink of carnations, the yellow of Souvenir roses in the golden bowl on the table repeated the colors in the rare Persian rug. The flickering lights threw fantastic patterns on the walls and smudged the butler's face with shadows as he drew out Brooke's chair. She smiled at her brother who sat opposite. "Cheerio, Samuel. Something tells me that 'Islands Arise' will be the hit of next season. Picture your adoring family in a box at the opening, fairly swooning with pride when the audience yells: '"Author! Auth ' " The telephone interrupted. Henri answered it and returned to the dining- -room. "Probably someone panicky for fear she can't get tickets to the great and only show of the season, Bam," Brooke said on her way to the door. In the living-roo- she answered the call; "Brooke Reyburn speaking." "This is Mark Trent. I want to irhow you something. Make an excuse to stay at home from rehearsal, will you?" - "Yes." "Get Henri and Clotilde out of the house. Can you?" "It's movie night in the village They'll go." "Phone me as soon ns they start.' "I will." "Good-by.- " What could Mark Trent have to show her? His voice had been drenched with mystery. Brooke was projecting and rejecting answers to the question as she went back to the dining-room- . She wrinkled puzzled brows as she looked across the table at her broth er. "How many of what, Sam?" "Has the little old memory gone blotto? Didn't you say the call was about tickets? "Don't beat me, Sammy. I thought it was. It was only a an insurance agent who has been on my trail How did the market behave today Jerry?" Field reported jauntily and in on the rise of certain of his pet stocks, and the shuttlecock of con versation was In the air again. As Brooke poured coffee in the room after dinner, she living planned to plead a letter to her ffouseMd Whore Charlie McCarthy Was Born "Look," He Whispered. shoulder of her lace frock. He stopped on the threshold, holding the silver tray. "Anything more this evening, Miss?" "Nothing, Henri, except that I wish you would impress it upon Clotilde I can't seem to that when I order Rocquefort cheese dressing for a salad, I mean that, and not mayonnaise. This is the third time she has made the mistake." "She thinks mayonnaise more suitable. You don't like Clotilde and me much, do you. Miss Reyburn?" His smile was an ugly thing, having uncter it the suggestion that it would be to her advantage to like them, "I don't!" was on the tip of Brooke's tongue, but she caught the words back. With the production of the play so near, this was not the time to change servants. After that she would get rid of the couple if it meant doing the work herself. She temporized "Because I insist upon having my orders carried out, doesn't mean necessarily that I don't like you, Henri. Can anything more be done about finding the parrot?" "I'll look round before I go to bed. Miss, but I think in the morn ing we'll find him huddled in a corner rear the houpc." "This is movie night in the village, isn't it?" "Yes, Miss, though if vou are to be.alone and mind " "Of course you are to go, Henri." Brooke had an instant of panic. Suppose he insisted upon staying at home? "I shan t be alone long. Mr. Trent and Mr. Stewart will be here with the cast after rehearsal for a little supper." "Will the supper keep up till : late?" "Probably, but we will take care of the dishes." "Thank you, Miss." "Have you put plenty of ginger-al- e and selt?er water on the ice?" "Yes, Miss. The mint is chopped and the fruit juices are ready for the drink just as you told me." Henri's eyes seemed but sparks in Quesm Brooke was too indignant to answer. What did the man mean by the threat he had inserted so casually between two sentences? What did he know? Had Jed Stewart and Mark Trent confided to him their suspicions as to "undue influence"? Were they grooming him to testify for them? Had they set him spying upon her? Should she repeat his threat and demand to know the truth when Mark Trent came? No. Better cool down. She was too furious now. She would wait until after Sam's play. That must go smoothly; it might fce his big chance after that well, after that she would investigate a few things, she would find out why Mrs. Hunt and Henri were so friendly, to begin with. With eyes wandering to the tall clock, ears strained to hear the chug of the servants' flivver on the drive, inhaling the scent of gardenias with every breath, her thoughts returned to Mark Trent's message. Why had he phoned? Perhaps she was dramatizing his voice, perhaps it hadn't been mysterious except in her imagination. "There they go! I'd know the wheeze of their car if I heard it among a million. I'll wait five minutes before I phone Mark the Magnificent. Must be something in the air. First I have a hot chill and then a cold chill, I'm so excited." She watched the clock. Dialed. Waited. Probably Kowa had gone to the movies. He She put her mouth clo.se to the transmitter. "Mr. Trent? Brooke Reyburn. They've gone." "Okay. I'll be there like a shot." Brooke replaced the telephone. His voice was excited. It had set her nerves tingling. She would be at the front door to open it before he had a chance to ring. In the hall she listened for his step on the terrace. Why did he take so long? His "like a shot" was more like an hour. Anything more?" J "The connecting door upstairs. Took the quickest way. Lock that door. Give me the key. I'll put it in my pocket. Queer things are in the air. We won't take a chance at being locked in or out." That didn't sound as if Henri were his tool, Brooke thought, as she entered the living-roo"Where is Mr. Micawber?" Mark Trent demanded, his eyes on the empty cage. Brooke told him what Henri had told her. "Urn, lost him, did he? The plot thickens." His voice was uncompromising, his eyes unflinching and direct as, hands in the pockets of his dinner jacket, his brows knitted, he looked at her. "Ooch, I'd hate to battle with you," Brooke thought. "It would be like trying to dent a steel wall." Aloud she said: "What is the mystery? It is a mystery, isn't it? I've been jittery ever since you phoned." His smile was a flash of white teeth below his small dark mustache. "Glad I got my Big Moment over. Can't have Sam monopolizing all the drama in the neighborhood. Sure the Jacques have gone?" "I heard their car go out. One couldn't mistake its wheeze. I told Henri that we would have supper here for the cast after rehearsal and that he would not be needed." "Fair enough." He caught her V I'' When Preserving D.jr.'t , jars too tightly v.i , n pj' YX s K J& 'y fruits and vegetb!. space of at least ha the top for liquid. i J- -t ; U- (TO BE COSTMUED) ' I S'.aim e re- - Ki:.o:i si bleaching in the Washing New Blankets blankets should be st uked an hcur in water to v.hitf, been added one po'r d of of soda. Put t: ;n thrc, w ? ringer. All the rj ue ien.oveu ana I: may washed in the usual v. ;; a' bica.-a- te 4 ( d:e.--:n- IT ' r . i 1 llgg as Cleanser. egg may be used mua, cnocoiate or from any kind of cept velveteen. Rub wash off with warm and rinse thorough'.' Hit Ti e jci r rc' Alee J; material 1 wer 10 soapy Si ts siauunai v 1 tral tov Shoulder " ifi 3 c.wfngee Rice Castles. W rice and boil until t'. naer. 2 ounce; K'ith 4 ounces N( 2 ounces rais ' 2 (; chopped walnuts. Aid a, beaten er'r;. 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Vcgetablo Ctompound. B helps Nature tone up the system, t hus lessening the discomfort s frou the functional disorders wind women must endure in tho thret ordeals of life: 1. Turning Iron girlhood to womanhood. ? P paring for motherhood. 3. Approaching "middlo ago." wife, Don't be a T take LYDIA E. PINK HAM'S VEGETABLE COMPOUND and Go "Smilmg Through." s Frank Marshall often enjoys a friendly little 'chat" with his children. He says they don't talk back, if they know what's good for them. Two of his marionettes can be seen here. also. three-iuart- .11 GET RID 0 BIG UGO PORES 9 VT. , v AW .: A: ".V V. .V.'.WS'.V.'AW.'.W. hand. "Step on it!" Why was Mark Trent afraid to have Henri, his tool if he were his tool know what he was doing, Brooke wondered, as, side by side, they hastily mounted the winding stairs. She felt as if she were in a dream, as if at any moment she might waken to find herself snuggled in the wing chair before the fire. But the squeak of a tread was real; Mark the Magnificent' s muttered execration at the sound was real; so was his grip of her hand. Why was he so careful about being heard? He appeared friendly with her; was that port of his plan, his and Jed Stewart's? On the second floor before the door which opened into his house, he stopped. "Look," he whispered. "I tried this, had a hunch I might get through quickly this way. When it opened, that key was in your side." He turned the knob. "Better leave it where it is. We don't want anyone to know that we have seen it. Come." He followed her into the hall of his house and clos'ed the door gently behind him. He pressed a button which switched on a light in the floor above and ran up the stairs. She followed slowly. Where was he taking her? It seemed hours since they had left her living-rooSuppose Henri slipped back and found her gone? Would he suspect where she was? Of course he had left the key in that connecting door. Who else would have done it? What business had he in Mark Trent's' house? Did he come for instruc- viin rriuitt-rnri- A r." 'CP f Removing Tobacco bacco stains n ay trom washable 8 '?'. "I'm here," a low voice announced behind her. In her surprise, Brooke leaned back against the door and looked up at Mark Trent. She never before had realized how tall he was, nor how black his gray eves could be. "How did you get in?" cavernous depths. ".Excuse, me. Miss, you'd better like Clotilde and me. We could put you out of this house if we wanted tions? to. Treating Dry C! added to dry glue glue fit for use agu : PLENTY OF DATES ran ai (r t ? - s v Vi fi-5iul- inniii x'n ii s NOV... LENTO Mnf ( freMBet MiRMttii nihK ninuiiLjiH SKIN FRESH, YOUNG, BEAUtf masks, ou Romance hasn't a chance when big' , poresspoilskin-texture.Menlovetl- ii smoothness of a fresh young coapl Denton's Facial Magnesia do--, mil for unsightly skin. Ugly pore : jap? skin becomes firm and smoc:.i. Watch your complexion take on newt ' Above. 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