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Show THE LEHI SUN. LEHI, UTAH m 5 xYJsC GWEN BRISTOW lit ill It. - (TORT THUS FAB: Spratt Her. become a iticeessful major pro-3 pro-3 motion, picture!. When thing it solnf Just rlsht at the office M caU Wi wife, Elizabeth, and loin Uffl at tunch. He liked to over with ner-not to secure t :cebut lor the lympathetlc In-I In-I . ii.ni.o.ii After one, such t the talk turned to their oldest rjek, now 17, who would icon be . . ..rvice. They both decided that -Tti ae time came, they would face It M ..m that rlvlnir their ,kr1i sprav - . . a . iii fnm na rmn BlClr country w r Vthey would lose In case we were in the - war. ' . CHAPTER II Are ibeth laughed at him. t lining home for dinner?" i ci-tainly am. Why the query?" 5to;;t ay be pretty noisy, wick f Cherry are having a couple of ftingsters in." aii.Nrhit on earth are you feeding .1:1 1 flUli In nl-w T trnf cnnrt ibs of beef. And shrimps to with." I Iter than anything I could get tte commissary. I'll be there. f;Mler turns up with an idea talking about, I may be a bit iyfe es lie: 1 and J t ' 3 right. But I'll have to feed I children. We'll start at seven-youriT seven-youriT Whether you're there 'or not -ajjlj-ihat?" afejxaieth had a high opinion of rriage, because it was an institu-rithtja institu-rithtja in which she had found a great rjal of happiness. She had been Irried twice, the first marriage jfoui but brief, for it had . been jM if td te 1918 by a shell at Chateau-s Chateau-s aiicf Strange to remember now eert it had thought her life was ves i r, far she was only twenty when 1 ju;ined, and nobody could have jjj'li ter she was going to meet jisitf She had had no children by p first husband and there was ' (thir.g concrete in her present life ""Kaifcd her of him. But it was i j ir-iiory of Chateau-Thierry that ter more frightened than i then they spoke of their son's I fhing military age. Spratt ". Jick as much as she did, but 1 not had a personal experi-the experi-the price of war. Though was an eminently practical is mind simply did not ac- possibility that Dick could d. Her mind did accept it, I she had been through it once . w it could happen. But she i . fcerely not to think about it, the most part she succeeded, ould inevitably be eighteen; 9k place after that was up to I his country. Horrible as it wjJs war was nevertheless a against evil that must be or it would make the world Dick to live in. There se letting herself get useless tar with dread. "I won't face it for nearly a year," h said to herself for , the Ith time. "Anything can before then." So she let it k was still seventeen, and everything she had ever a congenial marriage, three and days full of worthwhile pn. "It's a good life." she ps. she turned into the can- and the fragrance of sage to her from the glens. "A fdlife. I like it." driveway she paused to give sections to the gardener. Her A, Brian, aged eleven, ap-with ap-with his bicycle. She called HeVt aiflysat- reliel'; M ft, IN bio too" re are you .going, Brian?" 4 meeting." He looked up JWn the street "Peter's sup- J to come by and go with me. 3 I'd wait in front for him. He t to be here now." 1 right" She nearly added, careful of the traffic." hut PPd herself. Brian was as ex-jf ex-jf with a bicycle as she with a i had never got himself hurt f0" lnd there was no sense in FrIy fussy with him. From stl-eet he turned to look fT can I stay for dinner ter?" t ie asked you?" fM but rm Soing home with m&r? COUt meeting t0 see !?fa"" Bai-got out the importantly-"and he might I , 3t he does, can I stay?" ' f1"8 M mtter asks you," ."SSwt gravely- "You mustn't SS' I" to dinner with any of the ibtSx mothers ask you, W , i J? Stern tovite3 you to r'hZr you ren,t Bure. and to call me up." i 3 . Stern calls you up, can on't say anything about stay unless she suggesU won't Honest I promise." Ent then, if sne calls me." f said Brian, with confident fcn- "Oh, there he is. Hi, I off SWUI5g 10 his bicycle fusy they are," Elizabeth s she looked after the two whisking down the street. 2 the, do is ,0 important was always like that. Oh, V-,4n, 1 don't either, sul about childhood is a Fj. but how dreadful if I lasted sixty yea. Living ' the top of things, with no goes on underneath." Laughing at herself. h. ...... the car again and drove toward the did not notice her at once, so Eliza-belh Eliza-belh pressed the brake and paused a moment to watch them. Her two older children, Dick and Cherry were there by the pool with their two friends. One of the latter was a leggy freckled girl named Julia Ray. ford, whom Dick for some obscure reason considered beautiful Elizabeth Eliza-beth could not see that the child had any beauty except what went with health and high spirits, but she was glad Dick admired her, for Julia was a nice girl and as she was Cherry's best friend, they all got along amiably together. Cherry now, was a really adorable creal ture, all curves and a cascade of dark hair, and her two-piece bathing suit clinging wetly to her luscious person, did more to emphasize her hips and her round young breasts than to conceal them. Elizabeth suddenly sud-denly thought, "Good heavens, how MATuHi f ' a Kit! I "But she's really lovely." ' fast I'd have been arrested if I'd gone swimming as nearly naked as that when I was her age! But she's really lovely." Since Cherry was his sister, Dick rarely paid much attention to how she looked, but it was quite evident that the fourth member of their party par-ty was aware of her charms; he was a classmate of Dick's, who, since his name was Herbert Clarendon Vhittier, was known to his intimates as Pudge. At the moment Pudge was shaking the lemon tree while Cherry scrambled around gathering the lemons as they fell. Dick stood poised on the diving-board, evidently evident-ly about to perform some marvelous' feat for the admiration of his girl friend, who sat with her legs dangling dan-gling into the water at the shallow end, watching him. What a healthy-looking healthy-looking creature he was, Elizabeth thought, and how he . was growing up. He really looked more like a man than a boy now, and she suddenly sud-denly thought of Dick as he had been when he was so tiny she could parry him on one arm, and he was soft and warm and smelt like talcum powder. "That's how it goes," she thought. "Strange, and of course it isn't strange at all, it's been happening hap-pening like this for ten thousand years, but it still seems strange when it happens to yourself. Now before many years more he'll marry some immature little girl like that Julia Rayford, and she'll have a baby, and he'll come in and bend over it with that same expression that Spratt had the first time he saw Dick. If it's a boy they'll name him Richard Spratt Herlong HI and if it's a girl they'll argue about every name from Amaryllis to Zillah and compromise on some prosaic family name like mine, and I'll get a smug matriarchal air about me, and we'll all have a grand time and be just as excited about it as if it hadn't happened to anybody else, ui course, before that we'll nave to gei through the war. Oh, why should any group of power-mad scoundrels have the power to send the world into a holocaust? Boys like iJicK i wiu not think about it now. He doesn't think about it Or I wonder if he does?" She recalled Dick at the radio the day of Pearl Harbor. She came into the living room, as stunned as everyone every-one else was that day. to find him listening, his lips drawn back from his teeth in an expression of horror almost grotesque on so young a face. As she entered he looked up at her and said deliberately, "The yellow-bellied yellow-bellied bums." She gave an exclamation, ex-clamation, shocked to discover he had such an expression in his vocao-ulary, vocao-ulary, but all he did was grin mirthlessly mirth-lessly and reply, "I know ome worse words than that and if you don't want to hear them you'd better bet-ter go out and listen to the portable in the garden with the boss, because I feel like spying them." Zbeto was astonished, not only at his words but at his vehemence. It was tne first time Dick had ever seemed to her like anything but a fun-loving little boy. The news from Pearl Harbor had . shocked him into a strange and sudden maturity. She went out to the garden and told Spratt what he had said. Spratt answered an-swered tersely, "I know just how he feels." "So do I," said Elizabeth, 'I couldn't have scolded him with any conviction." They listened awhile to the enraging radio voices, and suddenly she exclaimed, "Spratt! We're in the war. That means that before long it means Dick." Spratt said, "Yes. I wish it meant me." Elizabeth got chilly all over, but she told herself that day for the first time, "I don't have to face it yet!" She wondered how Dick felt about it now. She was not sure. Dick spoke of the war sometimes, with the matter-of-fact assumption that when he came of age he would get into it but right now it seemed less important to him than campus affairs, af-fairs, probably because by the reckoning reck-oning of seventeen anything a year ahead was too remote to be of pressing press-ing concern. "Good heavens above!" she broke off her thoughts, for Dick rose up from the board, turned over twice in the air and cut like a knife into the water, reappearing just in time to hear Julia exclaim, "Dick, that's wonderful! Do you think I could learn to do it?" Pudge saw Elizabeth first He called, "How do you do, Mrs. Herlong?" Her-long?" and the others turned to wave at her. Elizabeth waved back as she drove the car into the garage. When she had put it up she walked across the grass toward the pooL "Hello, all of you. Cherry, what on earth are you going to do with all those lemons?" , "Make lemonade," said Cherry, and Pudge added, "You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not, but you've shaken down enough to make about four gallons. gal-lons. Pick up the rest of them in a towel or something, Cherry, and bring them in; we can use them." "I'll get the ice," Dick offered, scrambling out of the pool. "Julia, "Ju-lia, you and Pudge wait for us here, you don't know where things are." He took up a towel from the grass and began scrubbing his lean brown legs. "The trunks are drippy, but I won't go anywhere but in the kitchen," kitch-en," he promised before Elizabeth could give him any orders. "All right," she agreed, and started start-ed for the house. Crossing a balcony bal-cony that ran along the back she entered en-tered the den which the children were allowed to use as their own, and paused to glance with curiosity at some disreputably dusty old magazines mag-azines stacked up against the wall. They looked like the accumulation of years from an attic; what the children chil-dren meant to do with them she could not imagine, unless one of the schools was having a drive for the Salvation Army. The door leading -to the kitchen burst open and Dick put his head in. "Mother, do you want a glass of lemonade?" "Why yes, I'd love one." "You'll have to come and get it unless I'm allowed on the rug." "I'll come get it" she said hastily, and went into the kitchen before he could bring his dripping trunks into the dea Dick and Cherry were making a great racket with ice cubes and glasses, their suits leaving leav-ing puddles on the linoleum and bringing unhappy glances from the cook. "What are all those old papers pa-pers doing in the den?" Elizabeth asked as she accepted a glass from Dick. "They're ours," Cherry answered, "Julia's and mine, I mean. We've got to write an essay for costume design about the evolution of twentieth-century clothes. tJulia found those old magazines up in the attic at her house and we're going to get some ideas from them." "I see. Don't bring them into the living room unless you dust them off." "Okay," said Cherry. She disappeared dis-appeared with the pitcher of lemonade, lem-onade, and Dick held up a box of cookies he had found on a cupboard shell "Can we have these, mother?" "Such appetites! Very well, take them." "Thanks." He followed Cherry out to the pool. When she had conferred wih the cook about dinner, Elizabeth Eliza-beth went upstairs. She glanced into Spratt's room. Everything there was in order cigarettes cig-arettes in the boxes, matches and ashtrays beside them. Time and Newsweek on the table, along with a couple of novels from an agency and a notebook in which Spratt could scribble ideas about their picture possibilities. She made sure his pencils were sharpened, drew a curtain cur-tain across one window through which the sun was pouring in to fade the rug, and went through the communicating com-municating doorway into her own room. This was her favorite spot in the whole house. Much as she loved her farniiy there were times when she was glad to be alone, and this was the only place that was entirely hers. Here everything was arranged to please herself the bed wi'h its monogrammed blue cover. (TO BE CONTINUED f Kathleen Norris Says: When a Serviceman Wants a Divorce Bell Bjmdleate.-WNU Features. 17 he comet home greet him affectionately, with the usual home meals and friendly gatherings, and as toon at you ore alone, ask him' in so many words, "What is this about a divorce, Joe? By KATHLEEN NORRIS TT THEN your service hus- A band writes you from " some far-away place that he wants a divorce, the best thing to do is to ignore his request. Or, if you want casually to mention it, tell him you wish to wait until he comes home. Then go on with letters as usual. When he comes home greet him affectionately, affec-tionately, with the usual home - cooked meals and friendly gatherings, and as soon as you are alone ask him In so many words, "what is this about a divorce, Joe?" If you keep it simple and friendly you'll, get the truth out of him easily. He'll either mumble in embarrassment that gosh, he doesn't know why he wrote that letter, or he'll tell you: there is a girl in Belgium; French, English, Russian perhaps American. She is pretty and sweet and 19 and gee, is she in love with him! " Your part now is maternal and calm. Is she coming to America, Joe? Well, eventually, of course. And you'll be married here? Well, you see, they haven't gqttSn that far. Perhaps they are going to send Joe to the Pacific for occupation duty, in which case your argument must be that it would be folly to get a divorce, send for Vera and undertake under-take the maintenance of you, your child, and his new wife, to say nothing noth-ing of her traveling expenses. Ask him to write her that everything must wait until Joe comes back for good. Joy of Getting Home. This reasonable attitude must win, for Joe won't be too anxious, especially espe-cially in the pleasantness of getting home, to break off all his old associations asso-ciations and friendships, as well as his relations with you. After all, it Isn't likely that Vera is going to offer of-fer him a good job in some other city, and support him until he is self-supporting again. If, on the other hand, he is discharged dis-charged from service, then help him in every way you can to get reestablished, re-established, without dwelling on his proposed change. Be as- cheerful and natural as you can. Remember that thousands of these men come back whole in body, but sadly twisted in mind, and that only time ean cure them. A few months perhaps per-haps even a few weeks of home life, of good meals, of movies and malted milks and swims and contacts con-tacts with old friends, will be all the eurt Joe needs. He will suddenly come to his senses, and although he may never apologize, never say that be feels himself a fool to have written writ-ten that letter, he will be only too glad to sink back into his old normal, nor-mal, happy, American ways. Violet case Is a little different Her husband, in the service two years, has only recently left America. He came home after about six months and told her he was tired of her, he did not think that theirs was a successful marriage. He stayed home a few days, grew affectionate and kindly again, and went away with the usual wrench of parting from wife and daughter. A few weeks later he wrote her a letter saying that theirs had not "She it vrettr and sweet and 19. HE'LL GET OVER IT The misery and loneliness of war do strange things to a man. Many happily married soldiers and sailors who have been away for two or three years somehow decide that the wives they once thought were the loveliest women on earth are no longer satisfactory. Frequently Fre-quently they have met some younger girl while on occupa tion duty in Europe or the Pacific Pa-cific area. She is flattered by attention, not used to luxuries, so she makes a big hit with the lonely serviceman. Presently he is persuading himself that his wife at home is not so much, compared with this foreign woman. lie eventually even-tually gets up nerve to ask his wife for a divorce so that he can marry this new love. Miss Norris tells wives who receive these heart-breaking letters to try to ignore them. or at least to take them as lightly as possible. A weary serviceman, far away, 'endur ing discomfort and abuse, can easily convince himself that he wants a divorce. It isnt that he actually has stopped loving his wife, but that the girl at hand is so sweet, so comfort-ing, comfort-ing, and his wife is so far away, been a successful marriage and he wished a divorce. Violet was stunned, but she wrote him temperately, temper-ately, saying she was sorry he felt so, and including the usual news of herself and the baby. Kent then began to send her long analytical letters explaining in just what psychological and physiological ways she had failed him. He said he had never in their six years together been really happy. He looked upon the whole thing as a failure. There was no other woman; he would always al-ways send Violet money; but he would stop every cent of allowance right now if she did not at once start for Reno. Don't Pay Much Attention. Instead, Violet wrote to me, and I advised her, as I advise all women in this fix, to go steadily .on without paying much attention to such letters. I suggested that she write less often, but keep her occasional letters pleasant and ordinary. War Is the real trouble, not these difficulties ending in "logical," and yet without a trace of logic about them! Perhaps Kent was being bitten bit-ten from head to foot by tiny, penetrating pene-trating gnats. Perhaps his company had a bad cook, and he was having indigestion. Perhaps his top sergeant or young first lieutenant was puffed up with power arrogant inexperienced, inexpe-rienced, unreasonable. Perhaps he had blisters on his feet or prickly heat on his neck. Perhaps he's just bitterly homesick, bitterly lonely, feeling bitterly that Violet was having hav-ing it pretty soft, in a cool clean fresh house, with good books, clear skies, plenty of ice and watermelon and the right to go to a movie or a dance whenever she wants to. There's a touch of the sadist in us all; lonely, a dreary barracks life sometimes brings it out BRING TOUR OWN SILVER There was a time when table silver was so precious that even the wealthy did well if they had enough to go around for the family. 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They help farmers' sons and other men's sons endure the tedium of prison camps. They help provide the blessing of entertainment to service people throughout the world. And they help solve war problems right here in your own community. The dollars you give to your Community War Fund go farther than any dollars you're apt to put anywhere else. And this year they need to go farther than ever before. So give again and generously won't you? Give generously to Your Community War Fund Representing the National War Fund |