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Show Ihe SOLVEOl LUTE ' n) 31 jy , j Larrimore sur LpTER IX-Contlnued j -9- the matter?" he asked. Jsays you're goin' to marry imie said indignantly, his his ears very red. - Barbara said, f nn!" blssed Kit loo, Uncle Stephen?" asked fo loved a romance. ;T Stephen felt embarrassed. i cigarette. : y Gay reported, Ignoring t glances from Kit and Bar-Sarah Bar-Sarah told Henry you were Aunt Editn ioia wrs. It seems as though every- JS10W&" eyf Stephen wondered Ir-Be Ir-Be looked at Barbara, re--hat AuDt Edith had said a jo ago. "You shouldn't pay p attention to Barbara," ptb bad said. "Girls are f ready to fall in love. Yon fa'nt to hurt her, Stephen." Kditn bad "notions," Stephen I "She thinks I'm a nice old e had told ber, annoyed at fctastic" notion that Barbara ill Id love with him. It was fg to think that the child iim attractive. But he hadn't I for a moment, that Aunt ad reasonable grounds for fustic a notion. fas sure of it now. Barbara at him from the sofa. I shouldn't Uncle Stephen Inyone he likes?" she asked f merry disarming laugh. "He pave some children of his ipe knows how to treat them f!y." en should have felt relieved ijmehow, he didn't exactly. 1 - I ra wrote to Bruce We are to stay for Christ-flsn't Christ-flsn't that lovely of Uncle I? Kit is lots better. Thomas jra for a ride this afternoon j's able, now, to have meals i,dlning room. Aunt Edith (I all her that to her face. It Tie too much like calling the 'of Belgium 'Aunt Lizzie') f we'd have our meals In the mm. We do talk a lot, I . and sometimes Jamie spills i But Uncle Stephen doesn't I He says he has just found It dinner can be an entertaln-easion. entertaln-easion. Se Stephen took me to the tie other night all alone. The Doesnt that sound grand? i in a box, if you please, and a dress the color of straws' straw-s' and cream and a strawberry -,rap and gilt slippers with i I felt very elegant and not ;;llie me. And the music, i It was 'Madame Butterfly. 4 at the part where she wait-3 wait-3 si?ht for her lover and Uncle a had to lend me his handset hand-set because, with all my ele-'I ele-'I I hadn't remembered to -:ne, which shows you that I J changed at all. In spite of i In a box at the opera and s new dress. . . .' wrote to Barbara-!- It all sounds very exdt-J exdt-J raow yon were lovely In the V 1 looks Uke 'strawberries W but Td rather think f yellow Jersey wlth a rip 1 op and an old brown skirt 4als and socks. The dress and strawberries would degant for my studio, which va.rs . ... 7W ""uerneain. Jp of course, that you and I had hoped that yon I "ere. Tm trying to be oa-tfaUtaJewittune oa-tfaUtaJewittune f ao ma" how nice he m answered-fiZnD'Dlceletter. answered-fiZnD'Dlceletter. Bruce. tS J rather Uve p enlovA , eeDsoklnl S6d that m.1. my 8dfa " the l!1 fou mean. UVf Inn . ioia in w. . ""i as silliest thing i 't . (the rhVM. . ? tf lik!. T enou 'or t ke her, well giTe o. tww OTSh Ehe h I e" to ber because she wants to be a bridesmaid. As though she could I Why, you know, Bruce, Gay couldn't even apell It "So you see you've been very silly, Bruce. But I love you In spite of that 1 love you so much that sometimes some-times it's like an ache and sometimes some-times It's like music and sometimes I just want to cry. You do believe me, don't you? If you don't I'll probably drown myself in the fountain foun-tain in the conservatory. No, I couldn't There isn't enough water and, besides, the goldfish might be offended. But I would do something desperate. I love you so very much. . . CHAPTER X BRUCE was coming for Christmas. Barbara asked Stephen If she might invite him, as she sat facing him across a small table in a tearoom tea-room one afternoon a week before Christmas. "Who is Bruce?" Stephen asked, when she had shyly made the request re-quest and sat waiting for his answer, an-swer, her hands clasped tightly under un-der the edge of the table. "He's a friend of ours," she answered, an-swered, wanting to tell him all about Bruce, wondering why she found it a difficult thing to do. "Fa ther liked him." "An artist?" "He will be some time." Her voice was warm with enthusiasm. "Father said he has a great deal of talent" "Young or old?" "About twenty-five, I guess." She said twenty-five as though It were not so very young. Stephen felt an odd sort of pang. There were times when.it did not please him to be reminded of his age. This was one of the times. They had been shopping all day presents for the children, a fur neckpiece for Martha In Provlncetown, gifts for the relatives. He had enjoyed shopping with Barbara. He enjoyed en-joyed looking at her across the small Intimate table. He saw admiring glances directed at their table, heard admiring comments. He was very proud of his little fillette. He had long ago given up any attempt at-tempt to fit her Into one of the pigeonholes In his orderly clear-thinking clear-thinking mind. A child? A woman? He didn't know. He thought of her merely as Barbara. She bad come to be very dear to him, gay and amusing, grave sometimes, finding adventure in commonplace things. FTTre He Was Very Proud of His Little Fillette. The gift of "laughter. It gave him a jolt, at times like that to realize that she was just past eighteen years old. "You would like Bruce to come?" he asked, knowing that he could deny her nothing. "Oh, yes, Uncle Stephen," she assured as-sured him. "You see his family lives In the west and he wouldn't have time to go home. The children like Bruce. He just about lived at our house in Provlncetown." "And you like him, Babbler She looked down at the hand which wore his ring. Dark curtained her eyes. "Ob yes, Uncle Stephen," she said the pink In her cheeks deepening to rose. Why couldn't she tell him all about Bruce? He understood things so nicely. Some time she would, wheu the visit was over. She couldn't. now. There would have to be explanations. It was slccr to keep it a secret What was she thinking? Stephen wondered, watching the curve of her lashes against ber cheeks. Was she In love with this boy? "Invite him for Christmas if you like," he said. "There's always plenty of room." The dark lashes lifted. "You're nice, Uncle Stephen," she said, giving his band an affectionate squeeze. "So are you." Stephen returned the affectionate squeeze. Was she In love with the boy? "Would you like something else, Madame?" the waitress asked, hovering hov-ering near the table. Barbara hesitated between fudge cake and coffee eclaires. When the waitress had gone, she smiled at him across the table. "Did you hear what she called me?" she asked, amused. "Maybe she thinks I'm your wife." Stephen had thought that too. It gave him a feeling of pride. He couldn't look like "a nice old man" if the waitress bad fancied that Barbara was his wife. There was more than pride In the feeling. There was tenderness, too, and a wistful sort of longing. "Perhaps," he said and his eyes, under brows that frowned a little. were grave and vaguely troubled "Perhaps that's what she thought" Barbara's eyes danced with mischief. mis-chief. - "Isn't that funny?" she said with a gay little wounding laugh. Bruce came on Christmas eve. Barbara went in town with Thomas to meet him at the station. He didn't look the same. He had lost some of his tan. His eyes brightened when he saw her. He smiled and looked a little more like Bruce. ' "Did you have a nice trip?" Barbara Bar-bara asked as they walked through the station. That wasn't what she wanted to say. She didn't quite know what to do. "The train was crowded." Bruce hadn't meant to say that What had they done to her? This pretty young lady so smartly dressed might have been his Babble's elder sister. "They are, at Christmas, I guess." Barbara felt a lump in her throat He acted so stiff and so very polite. "Yes," Bruce agreed. "Holidays are bad times to travel." He resented re-sented the soft fur Jacket she wore, the muff, the smart little frock of honey colored wool. He resented Thomas, In uniform, the big closed car, the air with which Barbara entered en-tered it as though, already, she was accustomed to luxury. She won't want to live In my studio after this, he thought miserably, loving her, feeling that he had lost her. It was easier In the car when Thomas had turned his back and they Grove out the Parkway in the clear frosty twilight Bruce kissed her and held her in his arms. "Are you glad to see me?" he asked. "Oh. Bruce!" He thought that she was. He felt her small left hand no longer tucked in the muff. ; "It's there," she said, knowing the thought that prompted the gesture. ges-ture. She pulled off a soft suede glove and showed him the ring with the small gold heart "That makes me feel better," he said, relaxing against the upholstery. uphol-stery. "I'll have to get you another," anoth-er," he added after a moment. "That Isn't gorgeous enough for an elegant young lady." "Bruce I" Her voice reproached him. "I love it" she said, nestling close against him. "I don't want any other. I'll wear it as long as I live." "Darling!" he said, feeling as though he had found ber again. And "Darling," she answered, feeling the strangeness vanish. She hadn't changed, he thought holding her very close. He gave her the gift he had brought a bracelet with a golden heart to match the birthday ring. They were happy together during the short ride out from town. But be felt that he had lost her again when the car turned through the stone gateway and followed the winding drive. The house was a vast dark shape against the deepening deep-ening twilight He had not thought It would be so grand. "rm frightened," he said, when the car stopped at the entrance and SYNOPSIS OF THE PRECEDING CHAPTERS On ber eighteenth birthday, Barbara, motherless daughter of Cbrbtopher Tboraa, receive re-ceive a "birthday ring" from Bruce Mac Lain, young artist friend of the family, but mora than friend to Barbara. With Bruce aba roe picnicking on the sands at Provinco-Um. Provinco-Um. Ha tells ber a story of gyjwy boy, a little gypsy girl whom ba loves, and the ona of a silver flute. She knows it is ber awn love tale. Her father is killed h an accident. Relatives arrive and take charge of things. Barbara dreads to think of Kit's aensitive nature bruised in Uncle Herbert's household by his rougb-aad-ready cousins, and Cay spoiled by silly Aunt Lola Bruce nrces immediate marriare. but that, too, would mean separation- Desperate, the children plot to run away to Barbara's godfather. god-father. "Uncle Stephen" Drake. He is a bachelor, forty years eld. and loved Barbara's mother eighteen years ago. He bad decided to propose that night to Emily Trent, so that his household might have a permanent head. But the children arrive and the proposal pro-posal is interrupted. Stephen's aunt, Edith, wants to know what he proposes doing about them. He admits be doesn't know. Ha feels his heart warm to this daughter of bis early love, but tells her he must send them aS back. Kit is taken UL Stephen finds himself enable to resume his lover-Hke feeling for Emily. Uncle Herbert and Aunt Lola "rive, highly annoyed. Stephen pacifies them. The youngsters become a part of the Musebold. Barbara writes Bruce, extolling Stephen for his kindness. Pleased ntJ role of guardian, Stephen boys clothes and presents for them, telling himself be is doing it for the Barbara of his youth. Emily is jealous of Barbara. Thomas sprung down to onen th aoor. "fcinyr she whispered, holding i am to uis nana. ine loucn or her hand couldn't banish the feeling that he had lost her again. It persisted through the children's noisy welcome, through a dinner which seemed endless to Bruce in spite of Stephen's efforts to make hlra feel at home. He re sented Stephen who looked young er uiurj ue nau nopea ana very mucn more attractive. "Isn't he lovely?" Barbara asked as they left the dining room. "Who?" Bruce asked, thouuh he knew very well whom she meant "Uncle Stephen." Bruce was jealous of the shine In her wide dark eyes. -ii was una or mm to let you Invite me," he said stiffly, knowing that he had hurt her, wanting to hurt ber because be, himself, was hurt lie was sorry a moment later but then It was too late. He could not find her again, though she was there "It Would Be a Come-Down to Live With Me Over the Fruit Store Up Four Flights of Dingy Stairs." beside him, small and very lovely In a frock of golden brown velvet Bruce hated- himself for his jealousy. jeal-ousy. He could do nothing about It It was an unhappy evening for them both. They trimmed a tree for the children in the schoolroom, talking gayly, avoiding each other's eyes. If they might be alone, Bruce thought wanting to apologize, wanting to find her again. Stephen watched them and wondered. won-dered. Bruce was a nice looking boy, he thought and seemed to be on intimate terms with the Thornes. But Barbara wasn't in love with him. He felt that he would know It if she loved this nice looking boy with the charming manners and somewhat shabby clothes. Stephen, as Aunt Edith observed, had much to learn about women. When the tree was trimmed, Barbara, Bar-bara, Stephen and Bruce sat around the library fire. Stephen was charming charm-ing to Barbara's guest If he would leave them alone, Bruce thought looking at Barbara curled in an armchair beside the Are, wanting want-ing to kiss the dimple that woke with her gay little smile. There was no opportunity to be alone. "Tomorrow," Bruce thought, saying good night to Barbara, be ing polite to Stephen. "Tomorrow," Barbara thought saying good night to them both. But "tomorrow" was just as bad. There was no opportunity . to be alone. The children claimed the early part of the day. There was comDanv for dinner, an elaborate one, which lasted a very long time. When It was over, Barbara and Bruce escaped to the conservatory, "Are you sure tnere is no one here?" Bruce asked, pretending to look behind the ferns and under the orange trees. , "No one but the love birds and us." Barbara dimpled and smiled. She loved JSruce when he teased. "Must you go today?" she asked, a wistful expression In ber eyes. "The eight o'clock train," he said. Already It was growing dark. They had so little time. He held her close, trying to find her again, if only for a moment "Come with me, Babbie," he said. She was so small and very dear lying against his heart . . "A bird nestles in your hand, yours to keep for always. Open your band and the bird Is lost In the sky." . , . "Couldn't you. Babble dear?" "I can't Bruce." Her eyes were wistful but her chin was very firm. "I can't while the children are here." She sighed and lifted her head from his shoulder. Bruce heard the sigh, felt her drawing away from him. "Don't you want to?" he asked, frightened and hurt by the soft quivering sigh. "Have you changed your mind? Don't you want to marry, mar-ry, me. Babble?" "I haven't I do," she assured him. He felt that the words lacked conviction. "I can't give you things like this. It would be a come-down to Uve with me over the fruit store np four flights of dingy stairs." "Ton know it's not for roe," she gald verv close to tears. "It's because be-cause of the chiWrpn. Bruce" He didn't know. Be couldn't be sure. "Are you surer be asked, wanting want-ing to hurt her because he was being be-ing so terribly hurt. TO BB CONTI-VCID- How I Broke Into The Movie S Copyright by u. i r Ml V Herman By GLORIA SWANSON I WAS never "screen-struck." I 1 did not think of the movies as a road to fame and fortune. And I spent no weary weeks at the studio gates waiting for "my chance." An Impulse, or perhaps it may Detter be called a "hunch," wae responsible re-sponsible for my Introduction Into motion pictures. My old Interest In acting had been confined to school plays. The first appearance I ever made was as a child of seven, when I had a singing role In a benefit perform ance at Key West Fla., where my ratner, an army officer, was sta tioned, I do not remember whether the benefit was a brilliant success. Certainly, my part In It could not have been exceptional On another occasion, in Porto Rico, I was the "leading lady" of an operetta given by my school. I had been told since that my "nat ural talent" was the subject of nu? merous comments, but I paid little attention to the remarks of my elders. I only knew that I enjoyed doing such things. Later, I returned to Chicago to finish my schooling In the city of my birth. One day my aunt suggested sug-gested a visit to the old Essanay studios. Up to this time I had taken no particular Interest In mo- Ideas on Mixing rastry r lour V i I I Gloria Swan ton. tlon pictures, but I welcomed the opportunity to visit the studio in order to satisfy my natural curiosity. cu-riosity. I was then fifteen years old.. .''.. -. Once past the gate of the studio was fascinated. It was all so hew to me, so different And then came the "hunch." Almost without realizing what I was saying, I expressed ex-pressed a desire to appear before the cameras. A director or some one who stood nearby heard me ; my first appearance was not as an extra, but as "bit" player. After that I was given further "bits," and with my natural liking for the work I really did fairly well In some of them. As time went on, I became more fascinated and made the most of every opportunity to learn all there was to learn. In three months I was made a stock player, which meant that I was guaranteed four days' pay each week, at $3.25 a day, whether I worked or not. Consequently, Con-sequently, I was given more Interesting Inter-esting parts to play. I was cast for a "bit" in Charlie Chaplin's first Essanay picture, "His New Job," but after a dozen rehearsals of a single scene Charlie "fired" me. He was quite right I was terrible. Later, I appeared in George Ade's "Elvira Farina and Meal Ticket My "breaking Into" the movies had been quite simple, but I quickly discovered dis-covered that the business of remaining remain-ing in the ranks, while hundreds clamored for admittance, called for Dlenty of hard work. And I have worked very hard ever since that time. On leaving Essanay, I decided to Journey to California. After two weeks In Los Angeles I went to Mack Sennett at the Keystone studio and was signed for a picture following a brief rehearsal. Then I made one picture at Universal; Mack Sennett offered me a contract and I "held out" for $75 a week. with an increase of $5 or $10 every three months or so. He agreed to pay the amount and the contract wan siened. I appeared In a num ber of Sennett comedies, being co- starred with Bobby Vernon, but dur ing my work there, for a year and a half, I never was cast In a "bath ing beauty" picture. THe general belief that I once was a Sennett bathing girl Is erroneous. I left the Sennett lot for a starring contract con-tract with the Triangle company. which enabled me to make progress In more serious roles. Next I appeared ap-peared under Cecil B. DeMille's direction di-rection and then came the lengthy starring contract witn famous Players. In 1926 I became an owner-mem ber of United Artists, and an Inde pendent producer, "Sadie Thompson" Thomp-son" In the silent screen version of "Rain" was one of the most popular popu-lar of the plays made under this ar-raneement ar-raneement More recently I have appeared In several pictures mad In England WJOJ nrrtc Proper Proportions Come First, and the Rest Is Mere Knack. This article is devoted to the subject sub-ject of pastry, which has an undeserved unde-served reputation for being difficult to make. First , there is the flour either bread or pastry flour can be used for plain pastry. For puff pastry a quick puff paste bread flour must be used. Then there Is the shortening. Lard or one of the hardened vegetable fats make pastry tender. Butter, of course, gives more flavor and In some recipes you see a combination of It with the other more bland fats. Whatever fat is nsed must be hard, and that means cold. The flour and salt are sifted together. All the shortening is added at once, and then it is cut Into the flour with two knives. A chopping knife may be used if you have a smooth wooden bowl in which the pastry may be mixed. The fat should not be cut too fine, as small particles of fat make pastry pas-try flaky. Ton may see some cooks nse their hands to mix pastry, but if hands are naturally warm, the fat will not combine with the flour in the right way. The proportion of flour to fat, which makes a pastry rich enough to be tender, but which at the same time will roll easily. Is three to one. After the fat Is cut !n the water Is added. This Is the only special point in making pastry. Care must be taken to add just enough, for if the dough gets too wet we cannot add extra flour without making the final product tough. I make a hole at one side of the mixed flour and fat and add one tablespoon of wa ter and stir Into that with a stiff knife enough water to make a stiff dough. I do the same at two other places In the dough. This will leave some loose flour, so I then take my fingers and press the balls of dough and the extra flour together. If need a little more moisture I add a few drops of water at a time. The water used in mixing pastry must. of course, be very cold. . After the mixing Is done it Is a good idea to chill the dough before rolling, as it will be much easier to handle then. I usually wrap it tight ly In a piece of waxed paper. It will keep indefinitely in the refriger ator, so it can be kept on hand. When I am ready to make np my pie, I take the dough out, cut off a piece to roll on a board, or a table top dusted very lightly with flour. Pastry should be rolled gently, start ing from the center and rolling In each direction, so as to make the sheet somewhat the shape of the pie pan. The sheet of dough should be lifted during the rolling to pre vent Its 8ticklTig. The rolling should be done gently. For a pastry shell, the dough should be pressed over the edges and cut off. For a double crust pie it Hhould be allowed to extend over the edge. After the filling Is put In, the edge 6hould be moistened before be-fore the top crust Is put over, and preswd to . the lower crust The edges may be trimmed with the scissors and turned over, or bound with an extra strip of crust. In either case, the' edges should be pressed fiat with the fingers, or tines of a fork. Slits should be made In the center to let out the steam of the boiling filling. To prevent the crust of a fruit pie from soaking, use one tablespoon of flour with the same amount of sugar and sprinkle over the bottom of the lined pan before filling. A fruit pie needs a hot oven for ten minutes, after which the temperature tempera-ture should be lowered. A pastry shell should have 4 a hot oven throughout the baking. Small tarts are prepared tn the same way as a large pie, but with a little shorter time for baking. The tart shells can be filled with fresh fruit or berries, or with a crust, and topped either with whipped cream or a meringue to give the finishing touch. When a pie is covered with meringue, it must go back to the oven to set and brown the meringue. A slow oven 800 to 820 degrees F. for ten to fifteen minutes gives the best results, Butterscotch Pie. U, cup butter ' 1 oup brown iutrar 4 tablespoons flour 1 egg yolka 1 cup milk egg- whites 4 tablespoons sugar H teaspoon vanilla Cream together the butter, sugar and flour. Scald the milk and stir In slowly. Cook over hot water until un-til it thickens, and pour over the egg yolks slightly beaten. Cook one minute longer, then pour In a baked pie crust, cover with a meringue made from the beaten egg whites, sugar and vanilla. Place in a slow oven 800 degrees Fahrenheit until the meringue Is brown. C, ItSJ, Bell Syndicate. WNU Berrlca, WHAT DOES A MONO-PIECE STEEL BODY MEAN TO YOUR SAFETY? Here's tf big new Dodge Six rolling sideways down a hill to prove the strength of its Mono-piece Mono-piece steel body I Over and over it goes, bouncing, literally turning turn-ing handsprings 1 And at the end of its exciting trip, it drove away under its own power didn't crack up, didn't smash! Think what would have happened with an ordinary car body I And this SAFE Mono-piece steel body is only one of the fea- a a - . tures you get in rne Dig new Dodge Six for just a few dollars more than the lowest priced cars! ' ".tL .All tift' aM! 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