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Show THE LEHI SUN, LEIII, UTAH NOV" c it-.7i-r 3rw7 a v two Kevs to a cabin ' B Y CBAPTEB XI Continued ha thanked Gay. He ,5 check and took, bill from pallet i v hpr cnair. 'w. .ihnw and they walked. S, tables where people, dining. "5 .. thev nassed. toward "Are your u'"'6 .iked. "Do yu need 10 g0 UP t0 Jro.oml".. rn chprk out" "Sena w - TD take care of that. No, John. Let me." "You're my guest" -But, darling-" Her eyes feU from his wee. dowly. . , . . . From the Qivan on wmtu e" " . . . li V.a InMiv sie watcnea nun u"" " to the desk, holding himself stiffly. ,,. .tMor. rect Though she IB tuuuiuv. 8W only his back In the dark tweed nit, she knew how nis iace iuu&cu, , little grim, the jaw line proceed, pro-ceed, bis dark eyes brooding. How silly of him. But how thought less of her, perhaps. ne must, oe (jtelUl one urna t . im.n hA came back to her. a nubu bell-boy followed with her luggage. John took her loose rur coai irom im hid it apologized for hur- UV. ' " ' " - Ting her, but avoided her glance. They went out through a revolving door. Cold wind struck them with unanticipated force. She was blown in I staggering nall-circie. xie ..km hor. Thev stood on the pavement in the light washing out irom the hotel. Their eyes met. "I'm sorry," she said. "I L I D A L A R '"-O V, mora riffM :." His CVCS Were penitent, his slow smile self-re- proachfuL I was snowing on. or-give or-give me." Gay laughed as John approached te open door of the second-floor urtins-rnom in Dr. sareeant s nome. Mary Adams' voice continued, then Me off as John called in irom it halL ,"The last patient gone?" . she isfced, glancing up from needles that Hashed through scarlet wooL 'Tve cadlocked the office door." He went to Gay, settled comfortably comforta-bly in i corner of the davenport md dropped down beside her. 'Mary, do you think that profes sional ethics would permit me to out the telephone wires?" '1 shouldn't hesitate." she re plied briskly, and stabbed an amber aeetue through the rolled length of knit wool Mary folded her knitting and stabbed a needle throueh the bundle olwooL "There'll be a greater pos- Mwty ol Miss Graham's liking me f 1 disappear tactfully now." "Don't run away, Mary." Her small brown face twinkled. "You aren't very convincing, John." Jierose from the chair beneath the JlnP- "You can have breakfast wtfme you like," she said, smil- J's n uay. "John has his pretty early." 'I'D have breakfast with John. ,v& you call me?" "The children will probably at-md at-md to that You've made a terrific fflpression on mv son. Nat w' n Ptible young man. Good-night" vuua-nignt, Mrs. Adams. And sank you." "I do like her." Gay said when tVv ams had Sone out and Josed the door. 's very fine." John dropped the davenport again. ESme " h husband is :d f ;WOyears- Mary had a aa case of t..A .... vih, c f"u ida( summer :orh;".!argeant tt0W it unwise Wstr. him- She' not MP! are en- imrt0dKar!ingST- 1 helPed 1 want two b0 "Do youv. Ri. . . "? and tender. "Do vn a. utea, Gay?" . ebrer 01 " espe- ndK tDr'after 8ing Skip- To k 1 sure do." ewheryiealUS0f,he" Cibere. ;W.1C' 1 uldn't "n .. uur rhis ic ,. "arUcg! John!" ' " "i ST" he said after a tWt letter frCame 1,1 and ttere from you I was- I did vn ... me. rhan7-' vxouc 'scu your mind' -W f d you think?" Wm5? that you'd Ttotr "a,"6ea your mind :USa t tow out 7 sofUy- "i Vor.W fr0ra Pato Beach lew i ! -t terally?" Uta aw!' le ma"er?" aia!7n- "You look-" "You mustn't go flying around in the heavens, Gay. That will be one more , thing for me to worry about. Suppose something had happened" hap-pened" "But nothing did happen. We reached New York safely and uneventfully." un-eventfully." "I like It here." Her eyes moved around the warm comfortably-furnished room. "I like Mrs. Adams and Abbie and the children. How long may I stay?" "As. long as you like. But" He hesitated. "What John?" ' "I called Mother tonight She's expecting us In Rockland tomorrow. tomor-row. I'm free for the afternoon and evening." "But I can come back here with you tomorrow night?" "I think Mother will expect you to stay with her for a day or two." "You-can't?" "I can run out at night after offlce-hours offlce-hours and back early in the morning. morn-ing. It isn't far." His eyes searched her face. "You don't mind, Gay?" "You've never told me," she said hesitantly. "What does your mother moth-er think of this of us?" "She was surprised, of course," he said guardedly. "But she's gotten got-ten accustomed to the idea. She loved your sending flowers for her birthday." "Yes, she wrote me. I remember the date because I helped you buy a birthday present for her in New York." "It was sweet of you to remember. remem-ber. She's eager to meet you. My sisters, too. And Granny. Granny's all for romance." "I don't think I'll feel strange with her. Your mother, I mean. She's Uncle John's sister." He was silent "Is she like Uncle John was, friendly and wise and amusing? I have imagined her being that way." "Mother Is rather reticent" John said slowly. "She's never gotten over my father's death. And then her life hasn't been easy. My father fa-ther died when I was twelve years old. He left very little. She made a great many sacrifices to send me to college and medical school. She worshiped my father. We, Sarah and Debby and I, have been her whole life since his death. You won't be offended if she seems a littlereserved?" lit-tlereserved?" There was silence for a moment Then Gay said, "Can't we spend tomorrow afternoon and evening with her and then come back here?" "I'm afraid she would be offended, offend-ed, but if you don't want to go . . ." "I want to do what is courteous, but I'd rather be with you." "I'll come at night If you were here I couldn't be with you during the day." "But I like it here. It's friendly and impersonal. With your family" fami-ly" She made a helpless gesture. "Oh, you know how it was In New York. We quarreled. People got in the way. We weren't happy unless un-less we were alone." 'His bright pleading glance darkened. dark-ened. "We can't ignore Mother and my sisters." She sat for a moment silent looking look-ing down at her hands. Then she lifted her head. "I know. It's going go-ing to be all right. Don't look so despondent darling." "Of course it is." His face brightened. bright-ened. "You're more adaptable than I am and the situation is less complicated." com-plicated." "I'm not timid about meeting people, peo-ple, usually. There isn't much of the shrinking violet in my temperament tempera-ment How shall I act to make the proper impression?" "Just be yourself. Gay." "With no modifications?" Mischief Mis-chief glinted in blue sparkles between be-tween her thick dark lashes. "Certainly not" His voice was indignant in-dignant "You're so sweet and gay and generous, really generous. Or perhaps I mean tolerant More than I am-" '1 haven't much character. I can't seem to get agitated about most of the things that people think are important" im-portant" "That isn't a lack of character. It's poise, self-confidence, knowing what you want and how to get it" "I know what I want, but getting it isn't so easy." He dropped his head to kiss the soft hollow at the base of her throat "Mother will love you," he said. "I hope so." With her hands on his face she lifted his head. "But if she doesn't it isn't especially important im-portant is it? It doesn't matter, does it? Does it John?" His head dropped against her breast Her arms went around him, holding him close. "No No. darling." he said. "Nothing matters except that you're here." R I M O R E e MACRAE SMITH CO, WNU SERVICE CHAPTER XII Gay roused, opened her eyes, sat up in the high-posted bed. A blast of air from the open window struck her like the stinging needles of a shower. She slid back Into the warm hollow her body had made and pulled the covers up under her chin. But the blast of air had wakened her as effectively as though, literally, literal-ly, it had been an Ice-cold shower. Her eyes were wide open, her senses alert No hope of drowsing off into sleep again. She lay looking up at the ceiling where bars of sunlight striped the dim Ivory-toned paper and miniature minia-ture rainbows, reflections from glass stoppers in scent bottles on the bureau, bu-reau, moved quiveringly. The storm was over, then, the blizzard which John had predicted. He would be here tonight if the roads were cleared. But that would be How many hours away? She glanced at her watch, then plunged her arm under the blankets blan-kets and quilts. She should get up Immediately. Mrs. Houghton had told her to sleep as long as she liked. But there was no servant except the dour angular woman they called Huldah and she didn't want to make extra work. She must get up. The household was stirring. She heard footsteps along the hail, Debby's lovely young voice raised in spirited discussion, 83 "What did you think?" the scrape of a shovel on the pavement pave-ment outside. Summoning all her courage, she threw back the covers, huddled her dressing-gown about her shoulders, slipped her feet into satin mules and dashed across the room to lower the window. If John were here, she wouldn't mind. Gay assembled fresh underwear under-wear and toilet articles in preparation prepara-tion for a dash to the bath-room. She hadn't anticipated being marooned ma-rooned here three days without him. She had anticipated none of the contingencies con-tingencies which had arisen, nothing noth-ing beyond seeing him, being with him again. He would come tonight, surely, and take her back into Portland. Port-land. There was only today to get through. Feeling more cheerful, she opened the door, made a quick survey sur-vey of the situation, then hurried along the hall and down two steps to the bath-room. When she returned to the bedroom, bed-room, partially clothed beneath her dressing-gown, she found Debby there. "Good-morning." Debby turned from one of the front windows that over-looked the street She was a vivid, restless, appealing young thing, Gay thought dark like John, with dark eyes and crisply curling dark hair, standing slender and straight in the dress of dull red wool, her hands in the pockets of the jacket "Good-morning." Gay said, smiling. smil-ing. "You should have waited." Debby's Deb-by's voice was lovely, low, with contralto con-tralto cadences, spirited, alive. "I meant to come in and lower the window." She picked up Gay's dressing-gown as it fell to the floor. "This is beautiful, but you must be frozen. And that nightgown. Nothing but satin and lace." "I've never been in Maine In the winter before." Gay opened the door of the wardrobe. "That's obvious from the clothes I brought isn't it?" she asked, laughing. "Wear this gray one." Debby stood beside her. interested in the contents of the wardrobe. "It's angora, an-gora, isn't it?" Her slender, olive-skinned olive-skinned hand touched the soft material ma-terial appreciatively. "That's the warmest." Gay took the dress from the hanger. "You'll need it." Debby went to perch in the deep sill of the window. "You can't keep this old house warm. It's as draughty as barn and there aren't enough radiators." "It's a marvelous house, Debby." Gay's head emerged through the neckline of the gray angora dress. "I should think you'd be awfully proud of it" Debby's dark eyes flashed. "I hate it," she said. "When I have a house of my own, there Isn't going to be one old thing in it" "You like modern furnishings and decorations?" Gay drew on gray woolen stockings, laced gray suede oxfords, crossed the lacings around her ankles. "Do I!" "You'd be Interested in my mother's moth-er's apartment in New York. It's modern." "John told me. It's a pent-house, isn't it? I don't suppose I'll ever get to New York," she added gloomily, "I can't persuade Mother to go to Boston even." "Would you like to live in Boston?" Bos-ton?" . "I'd like to live anywhere but here. Portland would do. But you can't pry Mother away." "This is her home," Gay said, interested In John's younger sister, sympathizing with her restlessness, thinking how unlike John she was in temperament though, physically, there was a resemblance. "I suppose it was fun to live here once," Debby went on, sensing, Gay thought her sympathy and interest "A long time ago, I mean, when the men went on voyages and brought things back from China and India. Sometimes the women went too. My great-grandmother who I was named for did. I'd have liked that." "But" Debby continued regretfully, regret-fully, "as they say on the radio, Time marches on.' The place is a back-water, now, and no mistake. There's no fun, except in summer. You can't make Mother leave, though. She's had plenty of chances to sell the house. . We could get enough for it even in the condition condi-tion it's in, to live comfortably somewhere. some-where. The summer people are all crazy about it, heaven knows why. John thinks" She broke off with an apologetic laugh. "I certainly am running on. It's fun to have someone to talk to. You're even better looking than your pictures, Gay." "Thank you," Gay turned from the mirror, smiling. "I used to watch for pictures of you after John went to your debutante debu-tante party. They have the swank magazines at the beauty-shop and Miss Sophie let me cut them out to send to John. I thought he liked you pretty well, then, and Uncle John told Mother" A clock in the hall struck a series of strangling notes. Debby slid down from the sill. "It struck nine, didn't it? Then it's half past eight and I've got to scram. I wish I could stay with you." "I wish you could." (TO BE CONTINUED) Explorer Sees Wealth In Antarctic Regions Vilhjalmur Stefansson, noted Arctic Arc-tic explorer, believes that the United States is wise to acquire territorial rights in the Antarctic. The vast "down under" continent he said, may prove to let a valuable source of petroleum, radium and food and that in the near future it would become valuable for long-range long-range weather forecasting. He said the value of the Antarctic could rot be ascertained because no one could look into the future. "Who would have known a hundred hun-dred years ago that Canada some day would become an Important source of radium?" Stefansson asked. "Benjamin Franklin was a wise man, and he was smart enough to make a good-sized fortune. But he knew about petroleum in western Pennsylvania and, despite his wisdom, wis-dom, he could not conceive its commercial com-mercial value." He said moves by the United States to acquire Arctic regions might seem ridiculous at present but that in the future the lands would be valuable. "When we bought the Danish West Indies, now called the Virgin li-lands." li-lands." Stefansson said, "we gav Denmark all our rights in Greenland. Green-land. Now it is known that tb territory which was ours in Greenland Green-land was worth many times more than the Virgin islands." He predicted that weather observa-tions observa-tions in the Antarctic would make it nossible f determine weather con ditions in Avitralia i jer or in advances two bJAGtSCREEN5RADI0 By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) LIERBERT MARSHALL'S A first talking picture was "The Letter," in which he played Jeanne Eagel's lover, whom she killed. Now he's playing in it again, but this time he's the husband of the heroine, played by Bette Davis. He prefers his current role. "I'd rather be a betrayed, but live, husband, than a dead lover! he commented. Incidentally, two of the most interesting photographs that have come this way recently re-cently are of Bette Davis and her stand-in. They're dressed alike, posed alike. If anything, the stand-in stand-in is a little prettier than the talented talent-ed Bette, but she suffers sadly by contrast. Those photographs show the difference between an expert and an amateur, and they're worthy of any girl's careful study. Twentieth Century-Fox finally got the screen rights to the play "Tobacco "To-bacco Road," which has been running run-ning In New York for years. RKO wanted it too it's rumored that the price was more than $100,000. Unless all censorship bars are let down, considerable rewriting will have to be done. Although the two girls have been on the same lot for more than a year, Dorothy Lamour and Mary Martin didn't meet until recently, whea they were rehearsing dance numbers with LeRoy Prins. The Sarong Siren was brushing op en her rhumb for "Moon Over Bar-ma," Bar-ma," and the "My Heart Belongs to Daddy" flrl was rehearsing Intricate Intri-cate tap routines for "Love Thy Neighbor," In which she appears with Jack Benny -and Fred Allen. According to Ray Milland, "The greatest gift an actor can get Is a chance to play, with Claudette Colbert" Col-bert" Here's the record that proves it One of Milland's first pictures was j - ' - I' f . s" " ! V - ! CLAUDETTE COLBERT "The Gilded Lily," made six years ago; it gave him a good start toward his present success. A young man named Fred MacMurray got his start in that picture, too; he was so scared that he shook when be was making tests, and Miss Colbert kidded him out of his panic. Melvyn Douglas was a polite but sinister "heavy" until he worked opposite her in "She Married Her Boss" and surprised everybody but himself by proving to be an excellent excel-lent light comedian. "I Met Him in Paris" gave the public another light comedian, Robert Young, who until then had been a serious young man on the screen. Clark Gable had been slipping at the box office until he and the charming Claudette made the hilarious "It Happened One Night" A giant gorilla has been worrying the executives of the soo at Bristol, England; It costs $48 a day to feed him, and they feared that they'd have to destroy him to save bis rations. A giant gorilla has also been worrying wor-rying Producer Jack Moss of Para-monnt Para-monnt he needed one for "D. O. A." (Dead on Arrival) a mystery thriller featuring; Ellen Drew, Rod Cameron, and various others. lie's cabled to Bristol to ask how much he'd have to pay for Alfred, the gorilla, and what could be done about transporting him with a trainer train-er to this country. Seems that Hollywood Hol-lywood zoos can't offer anything- big and scary enough to suit his purpose. After finishing a picture most stars make a great to-do about escaping es-caping Hollywood and its crowds to get away to some quiet place. But after finishing "The Howards of Virginia," Cary Grant rushed straight to Broadway, and Martha Scott headed for a crowded and fashionable hotel in Santa Barbara, Calit Hats off to them! The stars who declare that they wish the public pub-lic would let them alone are likely to rage and storm if people don't notice them Garbo excepted, of course "Hp- YOU can't just wear any old slip and expect your small-waisted frocks to have the smooth, suave, round-bosomed line they should have. 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