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Show THE LEIII SUN. LEHi, UTAH ' If. " i . if .OiP "Vt.ri W a W tp fl.nA-1 J. p" -J Ji J AVXU Ws. Harry Puoh sliSvV I fcT V -akAiaUatifcasU. n ...,ire I Peeveu- uri Newium. now- fiTw 10 marry STt fjJ tuwn-g richest Kathleen whts- -Mr. "And-hang INSTALLMENT FIVE The Story So Far ol th town yi-Contlnued itber's ' kBel ,;Z.he brought w. blocked as if she were .. Laura looseu ..h C ,int SO liauueeu ?V. not so bad as it F coming to dinner. Ifcrr-m. flat tire or But it " with 2ot (". mak. .t t sav a word. Kikathleen that tor mo-K. mo-K. mother's (ace looked " it was too bad of Alec. Kon't been sure that ftor how he was wasting Ben.. mnthrs have an In- :l At leas' .jlo, everyboay. .... Ttttod on the threshold. He Into the white linen dulU! , i.ij fnr h m and tSwuberantasa:0WtbOy Kseu ...li... ,,,3! tnrn tot rodeo, m"""" " B .....mn and admiration I, way ne cay""" ------ L even trying. No e :ou L Hike s cnarra wucu . t8 on all twelve cylinders. flattered Bene newsum ui ouigy face ios' "s uul" ,,K Laura a grin that chased little pucker which Alec had Ween her eyes. He torn iom business was unaouoieuijr uu 1?swing and for the first time s ftin brown face lost its grimace. Even Mary Etta's fa relaxed when Mike assured U she looked more ue a , nd white etching than ever. Vpped his arm around Shirley be talked to Jairo, ana oiuney i against her father gratefully She neeaea sieaay ms. uum- HHOl DiOIVC .lnuv.... O few men who had Known to come in out of the economic Furious as she was with him. leen had to grin at the way simply wound them all up and them dance to his tune. fc't he priceless?" whispered khleen nodded helplessly. ke regarded her with a cocked tow. He was perfectly well le ol her displeasure. But he ifelt entirely equal to it Kath- bverhad been able to nurse a w against- her father, and lew it Nevertheless she did not ! tie debonair grin with which preached her. Isore, Kits?" looked away because It was kit to glower when Mike didn't auto. h" she said shortly. chuckled. "He's a little bit of jght, that Graham." lys you!" snapped Kathleen, H across the room where Tom ffitchie were enthusiastically mining any big city as the most place on earth to live, while Etta looked scornful rsonally," she observed, "I'd p die of frazzled nerves from jams than rust to death in a country town." k" said Tom. "vou would. nine hundred thousand oth p and jazz maniacs." pie glanced from one to the l could bear it if I never another street car." he ad- i "But then I just haDoen to t crickets to night club croon-pi croon-pi I'm fed up with being el- f ia even like to watch the nseonce without heins tM hv ; aat-footed policeman to step then Hulda announced that was served. And Mike pre-his pre-his arm to Mrs. Newsum 1 flourish that hrmmM f simPer to her pursed mouth. p realized that she was prac- "aonKitchie Graham for ?f partner. Hp n deven after ey ai me table he contin- itmm arSument with Mary f J turn the moment he to mouth. But it was a lit- C'r w.hen he appeared to -n ner existence, aised elaboratpw m.i.. 31 d fumed inwardly and of tL ere less ggingly f wine arroeant m.i. u. w her left I a; w fZttat the rest obvi -im attractive. Even S2toten he to,d about red to move on by a dumb .-thetop Wwn f"uuaig which he p tour hundred miles to PR Turn " t. . in msisted. "th k; - warnea to kmnZ,.... W herded man. Kathleen had been kissed by a young stranger who fixed a flat tire for her. He la a newspaper man out of s job. Her father la a happy-go-lucky editor and mayor of Covington. Tom, her brother, and bis wife, Mary Etta. newspaper assignment I had? The one that made me finally decide to cut all holds. They wanted me, me as had thought I was a red-blood, red-blood, he-man's reporter, to go out to a society horse show and repurt on the sort of riding breeches the local debutantes were wearing. Riding Rid-ing breeches! I ask you. Especial-ly Especial-ly those belonging, to the knock-kneed knock-kneed daughter of the local beer bi.r-on. bi.r-on. He spends a million a year advertising. ad-vertising. Get the picture? I wrote up the damned show. And I put in the beer baron's daughter, knock-knees knock-knees and all. And I slipped it by the city editor's desk and got it printed Just the way . I wrote it. I called her the Pretzel-legged Princess Prin-cess of Suda. And then I jumped town before the earthquake." Mike roared. It was exactly the sort of thing he might have done. Mike's laughter was always contagious.. conta-gious.. Everybody shared in his mirth. Everybody but Kathleen. She surveyed the young man beside her with disdainful eyes that were as red-brown as her rebellious curls. "And so now you're touring the wide open spaces where a man can ekD J help ftv. y how hftejdr:," ty or Nwd .7to 8-st class torofVr!'0 Mlke- i could takp v 80 news" S fteold Job "J 5,..- rr" On chain " She surveyed the young man beside be-side her with disdainful eyes. be his own man?" she observed in a low and decidedly acid voice. Ritchie Graham regarded her through narrowed lazy gray eyes. "I was touring," he amended. Her heart missed a beat "You don't mean you're settling here?" "Why not? It's a nice little town. Small enough for a fellow to have a , few honest-to-God friends, big enough not to starve to death looking look-ing for a restaurant. We bachelors have to eat, you know." "You looked Dad up because I said I'd never see you again." "You wrong me. A guy in New York gave me a letter to your father. fa-ther. He seemed to think Mike would be swell for what ails me. Sorry to prick the bubble of your conceit," he drawled. "You are calling me conceited!" gasped Kathleen. She was conscious again of a devastating desire to puncture his abominable cocksure-ness. cocksure-ness. "Listen," she said passionately, passionate-ly, "you may look like Clark Gable and maybe a thousand girls have told you so, but you don't register with me. You haven't from the first. And anyway," she added, "what could you do for a living here? Or are you rich as well as handsome and a lady killer?" He" flushed. "No, I'm not rich. And I'm not a lady killer. Believe it or not, women and I get along swell apart And my face is not my fortune, Thank God. If you must know, I'm free lancing. Doing a series of articles which I'll probably proba-bly never sell. Doing them exactly as I please. And your father's giving giv-ing me desk space in his office for a negligible sum and the stimulation of my society. I understand you come down every day to do the so ciety column, so I'll be seeing you. "I don't believe you'd be happy here," she said in a funny quivering quiver-ing voice. "Don't you, Kathleen?" Her name was like music on his lips. A wild sweet song that strained at her heart A little blindly Kathleen Kath-leen turned away from the urgency of his eyes. "No," she said very distinctly. CHAPTER VII At the other end of the table. Laura regarded her younger daughter. daugh-ter. She thought Kathleen had newer new-er looked prettier. There was a flame in her cheeks and stars in her and the Newsums arrive. Another broth-er broth-er Alec, out of a job bcaus. of the depression, phones he won t come. Then, to cap the cUmax. the father brings the stranger. Ritchie Graham to the dinner. Kathleen la annoyed. eyes and something new In the curve ox her mouth. Something shy and uncertain of itself. Laura's heart gave an 0 knoclc And ghe leaned a little forward for a better view of the young man whom Mike had brought to dinnor. At first Laura had been inclined to think him too handsome, if any. thing. It had not been her expert-ence expert-ence that beauty in e male is al-ways al-ways an asset But on closer in-spection in-spection she decided that Ritchie Graham did not take his good looks very seriously. He had a 'rick of drawing down the corners of his wide mouth in a derisive grin which no man ever acquired from prac tice before a mirror. She suspected he was vainer of his principles than of his disturbing gray eyes. But they were disturbing. Laura glanced again at Kathleen. It came to the mother with a pang that her baby was growing up. "It's only that she's so vulnerable," vulnera-ble," Laura excused herself. Such an intense, inflammable, impulsive im-pulsive young thing. So completely at the mercy of her emotions. "You work, don't you, Mrs. Ma-guire?" Ma-guire?" Laura came to herself with a start. Belle Newsum had flung the question at Mary Etta with a super-cilious super-cilious smile. Laura suppressed a groan. It was like Belle Newsum to discover something to be hoity toity about Tom went a little white. But Mary Etta accepted the challenge chal-lenge with enthusiasm. She always carried a chip on her shoulder and welcomed any opportunity to defend it "Yes, Mrs. Newsum," she said in her clear, high-strung voice, "I'm one of these working wives you hear so much about My mother thought a woman's place was in the home. So she bore five children and washed and cooked and scrubbed and died at thirty-one because she was too tired to go on living. And my father fa-ther married again, a young woman who hated us kids. So he let her pusn us out to take care of ourselves our-selves as soon as possible. I made up my mind then I'd never be sub merged by any man." Tom stared fixedly at his plate. "Of course," bridled Mrs. New- sum, "I've always said a man has no right to a wife he cannot afford." af-ford." She looked at Jaird, who was gaz ing at Shirley. But Shirley's lovely reserved face did not change in expression. ex-pression. Tom was looking at Mary Etta almost as if he hated her. Good heavens, thought Laura with a constricted con-stricted heart they mustn't say things like that to each other. Words leave wounds. Wounds which Laura feared neither of them would ever get over. "I can understand a woman demanding de-manding more out of life than just a share in some man's possible failure," fail-ure," put in Jaird suddenly. He smiled wryly. "I guess we men have a crust to expect women to hang around the edges of things, waiting for a guy who will probably In the end turn out to be just another an-other crumb." His mother gave him a fond smile. "Darling," she said indulgently, "if you are referring to the fact you haven't as yet made any startling progress toward a future, you must remember how young you are, Jaird's clean-cut profile sharpened and his blue eyes looked a little hag' gard. "I'm old enough to hate being be-ing wetnursed," he muttered under his breath. But Shirley heard. She did not lift her eyes. She could, however, see Jaird's clenched hand quiver on the edge of the table beside her. It was no news to Shirley that Jaird was goaded almost to the breaking point "It seems to me," announced ifathippn in dogmatic tones, "that If a woman has any sense she will pick her a desirable husband first SnH fall in love with him after ward." Mikr snieeered and Kathleen scowled at him. "Is that how you intend to do it?" inquired Ritchie Graham with an amused laugh. "Yes." said Kathleen thickly. "If rm ask me. it's all phooey. this love racket and letting it make screaming idiot of you. I m sure I'd hate being some man's domestic slave. Just for the sake of a few kisses. They always seem to dry after the honeymoon, naveni nnticed? And then where are Sold! For a gob of romance. Onlv the romance has gone to seed or petered out or something. But you've got to go on slaving for friend husband, Because - -"- tence." "Not necessarily," remarked Tom dryly, and looked at Mary Etta. "There's always Reno." Laura felt as if the words had bruised her. But Mary Etta merely mere-ly shrugged. 4Thank heaven," chuckled Mike, t rnuldn't pay for a divorce if Kathleen Norris Says: Married Woman 'In Love h Helpless Ben Syndicate WKU Features. i vat y ft I a v I J j iY$5y JSM"1" rfettTTERNS linen, set off with a spick and span dickey of white pique. Tailored, neat and becoming this two-piece outfit la sweeping the country as one of this season g most popular fashions for miss and matron. Try it in your ward robe, too, in the wash materials you like best. Barbara Bell pattern No. 1S1S-B la designed de-signed for sizes II, 14, 16. 18, 20 and 40. Corresponding bust measurements 30, 33, 34, 36, 38 and 40. Size 14 (32) with short aleevea requires 4',4 yards 35-inch materi- al; yard contrast for dickey, Send your order to; up you you? NO ANSWER The "Alberta" of this letter gave up her husband and chil-dren chil-dren for a man whom she does not now love, but with whom she says she was once "in love." She and "Douglas" found themselves at the mercy of the stormy, unreasonable passions that go with the unhappy un-happy state of being "in love." After that Alberta completely lost control of her reasonable self. Douglas could not get a divorce, but they went away together anyway. Then, after a- few years, Douglas left her. Now Alberta has learned that her husband has been sent abroad with the medical serV" ice. She says she would do anything to regain her lost happiness You will want to know why Kathleen Norris says she has no answer to this letter. Laura wanted one. It's Just another one of these newfangled gadgets you'll have to do without, old lady." (TO BE CONTINUED) My husband went away for several weeks and during that tuna Douglas and became much too intimate. I had never before experienced such absorption absorp-tion in my emotion. By KATHLEEN NORRIS IT IS very hard to be anything any-thing but a complete fool when you are "in love." To be "ir. love" is to be in a fever, with moments of actual actu-al delirium, and nobody expects ex-pects a person in such a condition con-dition to be capable of making mak-ing wise decisions or of rational ra-tional action. Many men and women marry, mar-ry, enjoy life, raise families, consider themselves fortunate and happy people , without having hav-ing . known the agonies 4and delights, the fears and raptures of being "in love." It is a sickness of spirit that makes everything else in life seem dreamy and far away. A woman determines she will not telephone; she cannot wait to get ber hands on telephone. She determines she will not humiliate herself by writing letter, even as she is inscribing her passionate words on a page. She will not think about him, but she hopes at every corner to meet him, every man's coat or walk or eyes or smile brings him back to her. She will start a conversation, break it off restlessly, determine to lie down for awhile just to dream of him and spring up instantly like a person blinded by sudden pain, to put on her hat and go forth aimlessly to haunt such places as he frequents. A woman "in love" cannot eat or sleep; she is helpless under the neglect or cruelty of the man for whom he is burning with desire, because he is as much her whole world as is the air she breathes and she can do without the one no better than she can do without the other. Unfortunately, to many of our modern women, who are not bound down by housework, child-bearing, a generally moneyless and helpless condition as their grandmothers were, the experience of being "in love" is one that comes after marriage. mar-riage. Engagement, marriage, motherhood, and home-making seem a tame affair beside It Some man, romantic, unknown, ready with subtle sub-tle flatteries about 80 per cent of being "in love" is mutual flatteries, by the way comes out of the blue, and sensible little Nancy, who up to this point has been everything a sweet good daughter, wife, mother, friend ought to be, is carried off her feet and washed out to sea. Ignores the Consequences. That she is living on whipped cream and caviar and terrapin and marrons glacees, and that she is going go-ing to have a good old-fashioned attack at-tack of nauseau and stomach-ache after it doesn't occur to Nancy. The very fact that this particular fruit is forbidden only adds to its flavor. She knows, looking at similar affairs af-fairs going on among her friends, that after a few months the glamorous glamor-ous Freddie will seem to her just another shallow, simple, selfish, unreasonable un-reasonable man like so many of the others. But fever is pon btr- ner whole body thrills and throbs with it and for a few months of passton ghe will gacrifice everything she has built into her life and character. Here is a letter characteristic of many I receive, characteristic of a situation that has meant wreckage for a good many women's lives: "Five years ago." writes Alberta, "I was livn;g Jie quiet life that millions mil-lions of American women live la small towns. I have twe sons; they were aged five and three. My husband hus-band was a devoted but rather silent and busy man; I was kept busy with the lighter housework, entertaining, en-tertaining, garden, books, friends and nursery. Every day had its duties and problems, and its small pleasures. Jim and I had plans for every week-end, and a three-weeks camping trip every summer. We left the boys with his mother, but were planning to take them with us when they were older. "This was the picture when I fell in love with a man who had recently come to the neighborhood. For one year our friendship was confined to secret meetings, wistful talks, and the exchange of many notes. Then Jim went away for some weeks, and during that time Douglas and I became much too intimate. "I make no excuses for myself, except to say that I had never In my life before experienced such absorption ab-sorption in any emotion; it was whirlwind, earthquake, tidal wave, anything you like, as long as you understand that I completely lost command of myself. Lover Was Married. "Douglas was also married, but childless, and living apart from his wife. He applied for a divorce at once, but settlements could not be reached and there was a long delay. I went to my father and stepmother, stepmoth-er, but was unhappy there, and Douglas and I went to another town and set up housekeeping together. All this time I was intensely nervous; nerv-ous; uncertain and wretched about everything except the supreme reality real-ity of our love for each other. "My little boys went to their grandmother, and Jim never opposed op-posed my coming to see them, but it was a stiff, unnatural sort of meet ing and gave me more pain than pleasure. The smaller one was quite ill and sometimes I went to sit with him and read to him, but he always wanted me to stay and I could not stay. They were naturally natural-ly never allowed to come to me. "Rather than give his wife the control she demanded of bis fortune, Douglas continued to refuse her divorce terms, and for two years we wandered about in a Fools Paradise, Para-dise, telling each ether that our love In itself was all that mattered. But it came to me gradually that he was making no plans tor our marriage, and about a year ago he suggested my having a little apartment of my own, as be was obliged to travel a great deal on defense business. Since we made this change I have neither seen him cor heard from him. Popular Two-riece Frock. 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