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Show THE LEHI SUN, LEIII, UTAH VaillOVlDLU i& &VVEN BRISTOV W VUCVUL THE STORT THUS FAR: Spratt Her-loiif, Her-loiif, motion picture producer, met and married Elizabeth, whose first husband, Arthur Klttredge, was reported killed In World War I, but who later, unrecognized, unrecog-nized, went to work tor Spratt under the name of Kessler. Dick Herlonf enlisted In the Marlnei to do bis part In finishing tbe mess for aU time. Elizabeth Anally recognized Kessler. She told him that sbe knew him to be her former husband. He denied the fact, spent considerable time In explaining that she was living In the past that she should forget the dreams of her youth and live only for her husband and children. He said unless un-less she could believe him, ha must go away. housekeeper? If you only knew how much I should like to do It!" "No, no, that's not what I want Thank you, but I only wanted to tell you that lt' very unlikely I'll live as long as Margaret will need protection. pro-tection. When I can no longer be her father, will you be her mother?" "Of course I will. No, please don't start to thank me. Spratt and I both love children; now that ours are growing up we've often said we wished we had another younger than Brian, bo don't start being grate- IU1. WHU L ill jEl I MATvMlf, J I 5 f t "What an intense sort of person uu are,- spratt observed with grin "You feel things all the way through. All right, I'll give him a ng m the morning. Rather late ior u tonight." The next morning she was up, having coffee, when Rnratt n. Into her room. "Thought I'd call Kessler now," he said. "If he feels like seeing me I can go by on the way to the luuio. e gave her glance, CHAPTER XXII In looking for that dream of security, secur-ity, you have been looking for Arthur." Ar-thur." He added, firmly and incisively, incis-ively, "if I were your first husband, Mrs. Herlong, I would tell you ex-actly ex-actly what I am telling you now. You don't want him back." Elizabeth passed her hand over her forehead, pushing back her hair. ihe gesture seemed to clear her eyes and her mind with them. She said, "You are not Arthur, then?" "No. Your first husband is dead. You can't have him back, and I repeat, re-peat, you don't want him back." He paused to be sure she was listening. She nodded to assure him that she was. Elizabeth thought of the time when Cherry, as a baby, had been so ill they had feared they might lose her. She remembered when Spratt had lost his Job, hit from behind be-hind by a friend he had trusted. She thought of the night when she had sobbed secretly on his shoulder at Dick's joining the Marines, and he had said, "What do you suppose I'm here for?" "Yes!" she exclaimed. Oh yes." "I can be a friend of you both," said Kessler, "a dear friend Der- haps, but I'm outside your essential life because I did not help you build It. Don't let me threaten It now, Mrs. Herlong! You can keep it that depends on your self-command, not on mine. No human being can destroy the structure of a marriage except the two who made it. It is the one human edifice that is Impregnable Im-pregnable except from within. Keep It. You need it." Elizabeth smiled, without realizing realiz-ing that she was doing so. "Yes," she said to him, "I need it." Elizabeth had a sense of freedom like nothing she had ever felt before. be-fore. She drew a long breath. Her mind flashed back to that bright year with Arthur, and then lingered on her twenty years with Spratt. The two periods were as different In meaning as they were In length. She had known all along that the second had a value greater than the first But she had never placed them side by side, as Kessler had made her do today, to see with vehement clarity how her love for Spratt overpowered anything she Dad ever shared with Arthur. J.nanK you, Mr. Kessler," she said in a low voice. "You don't Know what you ve done for me." tsut sne remembered that there "You may get a ereat reward for it, said Kessler. "I told you how Drunani ner parents were." Oh, that I hope she's all you win ner, but If she isn't, it makes no difference. She's a dear child. With all my heart I hope she won't neea us, but if she does, we'll be very nappy to have her. Don't fear ior Margaret's future." She spoke quicKiy and sincerely. "I won't." he promised her smil- "ig. Not for hers, nor for yours." Thank you. Now I'm going. You are very ured. Kessler, who had risen when she aia, nad sat down as though too tired to Keep standing. He had sat holding hold-ing his cane rigidly, looking at it instead or at her while she talked. But he had listened, with a faint smile of gratitude, as though what sne was saying brought him a great sense of peace. Now, still without looKlng up, he said, very low, "Thank you, Mrs. Herlong. I hope you will never be so lonely that what anyone will say to you can mean I a sidelonff "NOW that VOll'vo alent nn it, do you still feel like having Margaret Mar-garet here?" "Yes, if you do." "It's all right with me." "You're a prince, Spratt." He chuckled. "Not me. You're the one who'll have to bother ahnnt her clothes and les - muvi kV UJ and disposition. It won't be- as easy as looking out for your own children, either." "Who said they were ever easy?" "Your mind's made up, then?" She nodded. "Okay," said Spratt. He sat down on her chaise-longue and picked up the phone. This Is Spratt Herlon. Can T speak to Mr. Kessler? . . . What? .. Yes ... Yes ... I understand. . . I'll be right over." He set down the Dhone. and turnprf to Elizabeth, who had been listening In alarm. "What is it, Spratt?" she asked. Spratt wet his L'ds. and shnnlr hi neaa slowly, as though trying to get used to what it was he had lust heard. He answered. "Kessler died this mornlne at sir o'clock." For a Kathleen Norris Says: The 'Invisible9 Woman Bell Syndicate. WNU Features. ' mm W l 5r v:J W! FORGETTING ONE'S SELF "POOF kid. Af vnnrca nti'll lt I II was something else she could do fnr --i.ser. him. He had told her an last, nirrht I as mnih si Vio 4 ., . , ... . i " '""in iu me. ne was silent a moment Then. "Good- She roused herself to speak. She said, "Mr. Kessler, last night you suggested you had a favor to asic or me. I hope that's still true." Kessler looked up, with a. slight eian as mougn ner voice had re called him from a great distance. rur a moment he seemed to be getting his thoughts in order. Then ne answered, "Yes, it's still true." "I told "you last night" said Eh by," he said. "Goodby," said Elizabeth. She went over to him. He was still looking look-ing down. She bent and kissed his lorehead quickly. Before he could say anything else she went out. Kessler leaned his arm on the table by him and bent his head to rest on it She was gone and she seemed to have taken all hi- abeth, "I'd be happy to do anything strength with her. He thought of in my power for you. After what ' you nave done for me today, I'd uite to repeat that in capitals." tvessier smiled at her. She had been right; he did believe that she was ruiiy persuaded, and that was wnat he wanted. "Thank you, Mrs. ..i,s. wain to put, snail we say, a part of tomorrow in your uanas. Margaret." bne was astonished. "You mean you want me to take her?" He nodded. "But don't you want her? thought you loved her so much." I do love her. But I shan't be nere always." Elizabeth sat up straight, holding the arms of her chair. "What do you mean?" "Look at me, Mrs. Herlong." he .am quietiy. "riaven't you ever wondered how I have lived as Ion as this?" ixo, i navent Your life has hardly seemed to depend on physical phys-ical strength Mr. Kessler. forgive us! What a strain we have put on you! Dick, myself, all of us we never stopped to realize you were ill" "That doesn't matter." he answered, an-swered, so quickly that it was like an interruption. "Please don't think it matters. If you let this trouble you I'll be sorry I spoke. Please!" he exclaimed insistently, for she had risen to her feet, ready to go before he wore himself out with any more talking. Elizabeth sat down again. "Mr. Kessler, of course Til take Margaret Mar-garet I'll take her now if you'll let ne. But don't you want to come her? Why don't you let me ake care of you, instead of staying stay-ing here with nobody but a hired Elizabeth, leaving him for years of vigorous uving. He was so tired that he could hardly imagine what it was like to be vigorous. But he had given her those vears to come. She had told him so, not dreaming how much her words meant to him. He was convinced now that she did not know who he was. But he knew, and that was enough. When she told him what Artnur had done for her, it was as though she was telling him that at last he had finished what he had set out to do that day in the German hospital. He thought of what he had said to Jacoby that day. "You nev er loved a woman enough to die for her." It had been hard enough to die for her once. But in retrospect retro-spect that seemed almost easy com pared to what it had cost him today to kill his image in her souL When Spratt came home that eve ning she only told him Kessler was ill and had asked if they would take care of Margaret Spratt agreed without hesitation. Poor kid, of course we'll take her. You won't mind if she's a bit of trouble?" "Of course not," said Elizabeth She nearly added. "Even if ch were. I'd do anything on earth for him." but checked herself. That would require explaining, and she did not yet feel ready to explaia Spratt was talking. Look here, Elizabeth, mavbe that guy is too sick to work and is just keeping it up because he can't anord to stop. Do you suppose we could persuade him to take rest?" "Oh Spratt, please try! Make him let us pay for it . And please" "Yes. what?" 'Tell him it was your idea. I don't think he'd take it from me." ,Jt rt a,moment he ani Elizabeth She wrote me four years ago sat staring at each other. They B lHr. i.j -1 S ' speechless with the curious 7, - .7 wiw trou bles, irettuig, doubts, despairs that there didn't seem any way out for her. I advised her to become invisible. and It worked the cure. This is a part of a very long letter I've had from her this week. "I told you, If you remember," writes Susan, "that my situation was hopelessly complicated. I had been confidential secretary to a man whose position whose work, rather, was of an extremely delicate nature. na-ture. He was, and Is, one of the heads of a hospital for mental cases. He was at the time 40 years old, married, and father of two children a girl of 9 and a boy of 14. His wife agreed to a divorce, and wished to keep the boy. The girl had never been sympathetic to her. and sh wished to have her come to me. My own xamuy was so distressed at the circumstances of my having "broken up a home," as they considered it, that they dropped me completely. Disillusionment Comes. "However, with Hartley and myself my-self It was the so-called 'grande passion.' pas-sion.' J was then 22; this was 10 years ago. After a year or two, when our first ecstasies of possession, posses-sion, and novelty had worn away, wefound ourselves a normal man and woman, both with faults, both a little disillusioned, but with new compucauons. Sonya, my step- uaugnier, was a strange and diffi cult child, and we had a daughter of our own, Karin, a splendid cmid, Dut with a serious defect in eyesight requiring very special care, we later had a boy, who died in nis third month. "My struggles with Sonya, anxiety for Karin's state and grief over my wonderful boy, resulted in a nervous breakdown for me, and Hartley and i reached the point of discussing a separation. My special grievance against him was bis devotion to his son by his first wife, and his con stant visits to them. But everything was a grievance and more than once i contemplated suicide. "You advised invisibility, and I tried It I dropped all thought of myseir; you said for a period of three months. Imadeltsix I wait. ed on Sonya quietly and considerate ly, like a perfect servant You said. "become God's good servant, and I tried to. I never had anything but soothing welcomes for my tired man. I took my baby through the wng convalescences that gave her. 'u operations, penect eye- signt i Dore a daughter I call 'Joy, ior joy she is to us alL I never com plained, never asked Hartley where ne was going. Thoroughly Happy Now. TIT t veu, now to summarize all wis7 the letter concludes. "Sonya has become a different child,' and sometimes when her mother is trying try-ing or her father irritable, she tries me invisibility game, too. Hartley im oetier in nerves and ri f ..... .... uuruey u oetter in nerve and tpints than ever before in his life if my marrying htm in the beginning was the result of youth and passion, I think I have By KATHLEEN NORRIS HEN you were a small reader of fairy-tales did you want to be come invisible? Did you think that was about the most fas cinating thing that all the old witches' charms or the magic wainut shells could do for you? I did. Well, here is a letter from a woman who became invisible. were speechless with the curious Shocked feeling of trying to get their mmas adjusted to a sudden an-nouncement an-nouncement of death. Spratt spoke first saying something about having hav-ing to call the studio. For a moment mo-ment he was silent again, then he stood up. "This is strange," he said slowly. "Like being hit on the head. He never said anything about being that sick. I'd better get over there right away." "Yes, go right over," said Eliza-beth. Eliza-beth. She felt as if there was a great deal more she should be saying. say-ing. But she could not get it out now. She asked, "Why didn't he tell us, Spratt?" "Maybe he didn't know." "I think he did," said Elizabeth. Spratt went over to the door and opened it. "I guess we were ahnnt his best friends, too." he said tniilr. ily as he went out. There was nothing more she could do now. Nothing but sit here, staring star-ing at the curtains. But she suddenly remembered that this was not true. There was still something she could do, something some-thing she must do at once. She must get Margaret Elizabeth sprang up. At the idea of Margaret, alone again In her desolate des-olate little world, she found that she was not quite as numb as she had thought She had to get Margaret now, before the child began to feel utterly abandoned. She beean to hurry into her clothes. When she reached Kessler's aDart- ment she found that Spratt had been there and gone, to attend to the last arrangements somebody had to attend at-tend to. The housekeeper was very busy, answering the telephone and carrying out the various instructions Spratt had given her. Margaret was curled up in a big chair in the corner cor-ner where the tree had stood last Christmas. She had put on her clothes in a haphazard fashion very different from her usual neatness-yesterday's neatness-yesterday's crumpled dress, one shoelace untied, the parting between her pigtails carelessly awry. When Elizabeth approached her Margaret looked up, showing a streaky little face worn out with her having cried too mucn. Elizabeth did not say anything. She sat down In the big chair, for wargarei aid not take up much room and there was space for her at the edge of the seat. She put her arms around Margaret and drew the untidy little head to rest against her. For a moment Margaret clung to her without speaking, then she gave another choking little sob. "He died," she said brokenly "Everybody that belongs to me dies." Elizabeth felt like sobbing too. She was not used to hating anybody But with Margaret in her arms she felt that if all the words of hate in every language could be rolled into one they could not express how mucn sne nated rascists and what they accomplished. "Not everybody, Margaret" she said gently. "We belong to you too." Margaret looked up at her again. She shook her head slowly. "No, you don't belong to me." "Don't you want us to belong to you?" Margaret was puzzled. "You?" she asked. "You and who else?" "My husband, and all our family. e warn you xo Deiong to us. And we won t leave you. You'll with us always." Sometimes a difficult domes tic situation may be solved if one member will fade into the background for a while. This is easier for a woman than for a man. Often if she will just go quietly about her work at home, trying to do the best she can for everyone, and saying little, things will somehow right themselves. The little occasions for quarrels will dis appear, and small annoyances become less obnoxious. A program like this calls for wm power and self-sacrifice. It is not easy at first, and it may not seem worth while. Yet, as Miss Norris points out in to days article, this hard road will often bring contentment. It is worth trying, at least. ousan married her boss when she was only 22. He was 40, and unhappily married. 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Then she wrote to Miss Nnr. ris, who advised her to become invisible," for a while. after a hard struesle with hor. telf, followed this counsel. Sur-pnsinely Sur-pnsinely enoueh. disappeared. x nunc i nave atoned. We have our uuliie on me institution grounds ua my mother is with me. i nil ipttap am m .i . vWui nuin mat rare I : ;t;vrx : " uj haPPy m m. woman. Like all professional and home women, I have many problems In my own life, many small humilia- , "ny disappointments, and sometimes deep grief. But a letter one IS lute nmchin. k in thrm,, . uleaK" irradiating wmfhik7' lr .V-t . " ."-"ICS. 10 . mucnyounger woman rnea wnere all safety and all security lie. and hm,, S V heartenln thing in this world where courage and character ucr common pitiably needed. Possibly you can nnlv. Problem h . ' .'T uo - . "Tgetruiness of self, by complete suhl!IPa 1 needs of others. 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