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Show Friday, February 26, 1932 CHAPTER I -1- Edward Tnelr parting bad begun as an ordlllary handshak.e, but young Ed .sudctenJy flung both arms around bls father and hugged him. ''Dad!'' he cried. "Can't you pos- sibly cQme up to the Brook just for a day or two?'' "'I'll see," Edward senior told him. ..It I can, I will. I'll write your moth- er about lt, anyway." He'd looked away as he said that, but be turned back to watch the boy go bounding up, three at a Ume, the steps to the elevated station. He was deeply moved, and part • was bewilderment. It or his emotion was an un- precedented tb1ng between them, that sudden strong hug. How much, Ed- ward Patterson asked hlmself, did the boy know? How much had an unsus- pected instinct enabled him to guess of the devastating melancholy that had settled upon the older man when he lenrned, a little earlier that evening, that Ruth Ingraham had sold her house and was gotng to move away to New York'J The boy couldn't have 11een through that, could be? It would be rather nice to go up to the Brook. The children would give him a welcome anyliow. and even Julia might be found willing at least to Ignore her rtupposed grie'f"a.nce. Just going nwny anywhere would be a relief, a protective covering for the bruise he'd got tonight when he'd discovered how unimportant he'd become to Roth. He didn't want to think nbout that. Couldn't bear to think about it. He couldn't be sure, of course, t}J.at he wnsn't doing her ao Injustice. Her decision to sell h.er house and move away might .have been forced upon her sudden:ly. She ml~ht have written him n note that he had not yet received. It mfght be waiting for him now at the hotel. 'trntonselou~Jy he quickened his pace. and then with a half audible groan as he realized what he was doing, deliberately slacl~ened it again. Thls was the way he'(! bl't'n acting for days. Ma.Jd:vg excuses for her silence, trying to l steel blmseU ar;alnst disappointment, and then P.ncnnraglng his hopes to rise again. Acting like a fool, an abject, hungry, wistful tool. He wouldn't go on HJ(e thnt. Ue'd give her a tnste of her own medi-cine.. It shn wanted to be rid of him, she e:hould be, sooner and more completely than she lntendNl. He'd arrange things at the otnce tomorrow, and tomorrow night he'd go np to the Brook. ' He mnna~ed a tone sufficiently casual when he a!=lked the night clerk it there were any mes~ages or letters for him, but his heart gave nn irrepressible bound when the man said, .,One just came in on the Jnst delivery." It sank again sickeningly when he s!lw that it' was not from Ruth but froJB his wt.fe at Buttermilk Brook. A thick letter, ominously differe-nt from the brief dry missives he'd been getting from her all summer. .. fie felt sick with premoniHon as he rotle up in the elevator. His small barren room was hot and atr1ess. He !Witched on the ltgbt, tore oven the envelope and lOoked blankly at the first of the closely written pages for a good while before he began to read. Its opening, addre!'lsing him as Edward, disposed of any lfnger1D$ Idea he might have had that Its length meant an otrer of a reconciliation. Her friendly name for him was Ned. Her a1'tectlonate one-what a long way back that went, twenty years or more! -was Noddy. She never used Edward exce\;lt ns a term of reproach. "I suppo~e I ought to have written this letter weeks ngo," abe wrote. ''but l'\"e gone along foolishly hoping that things might happen so tlmt I shouldn't ha-¢e· to write It at all. I hate to write It worse than an~-thlng I ever had to do, and I don't suppose it will do any good, but for the snke of the chilClren I've got to. There isn't much tlme left, because the season here at the Brook ts alQJ.ost O't'et·. The hotel will close tn two weel~s. so you have to decide now what you want me to do. I mean. whether you want me to ~ome back to our house in Lnkeslde or not. 'Vbether you wnnt to go on having a home and a t'amily." He put down the letter and clenched hls hands. He bent with them upon the arms of his chair, then with a painful effort, be relaxed again. Thank God, Jolla wasn't here to talk to him 1 She 11pset hjm horribly when she talked to him !n the mood In whlch this letter wa~ wr·ltten. He'd better read the rest ot the letter first an•l find out precisely what the terms of her ultimatum were. The next sentenc,:. over the pnge was ex~ pllc!t. "I! you want me you will have to get r!d of Ruth Ingraham. People have wrllren me letters. Everybody ts talking about it It's humiliating. It makes m~ !eel like a fool. I simply can't stana it, that's all, and I won't. It you were sick or me and wanted to be unfaithful to me, why dld you Jta-ve to pick J1er out? Why couldn't you have gone Into the city and picked up some woman otr the street that all my friends don't know?'' He felt h1mselt getting sick with \t>laln horror at her monstrous accusation. A beastly lie, not only as regarded the !act she accused hlm of (that was a. lie, or course--hls relation wfth Ruth had been an absolutely innocent one) ~ bur n lle as the statement ot Julia's belief that It bad been anything else. Be didn't believe she believed that. THE MIDVALE JOURNAL She was pretending to in order to justify her Jealousy. Well, he knew the worst now. He might as well go on and read the rest. "I suppose 11 m saying just exactly what you want me to say. Ever since you fell in love wlth her I must have been just a burden and a restraint to yon. I don't know how long ago that was. Long before her husband died, I suppose. "'I haven't any plans now. I don't seem to be able to think at all It I only had any way of earning money, the way Ed has been earning it this summer, so that I could support myset! and be independent, but there isn't anything special that I know how to do and I feel pretty old to learn. "But I'm going to do something. Ned. You can count on that. I won't go on living the way you made me live last spring. "If you want to go on Jn a different way, for the sake of t11e children-! 'know you don't for me--you can dedQe now and let me know and ru come back and try to keep things looking as if nothing had happened. We'll come down the nfght of the fifte~nth. ''If you don't feel that you can give her up, I wish you'd say that, too, tn so many words so that I'll h""Dow. It's the not knowing that's driving me ~lid. Only don't write justifying yoursel! and trying to get me to change my mind. I don't care If your 'friend· ship' Is as sweet and noble and inno· cent as you :rn·etendecl tt was last sprlng. I don't know, but I think I'd hate that worRe than the other. I can't bear to bnve her mn1te such a fool of you. That's what she was doing au last spring and I suppose bas l)een eyer since. All the more if she never was your mistress. Do you think she cared anything about friendsh1p? You were useful to her, I suppose, and what she mostly wanted was to show that she could talte you away from me. "This summer has been Uke a nightmare. It doesn't seem as U' 1t conltl be true that after two people had been living together for twenty years, a. worthless woman like n.utb Ingraham could come between tl)em and ruin their lives. l""ou may not know she has ruined your Ilfe, but she will. I C'an't help it. I ba ve done my best. Let me know what you decide to do. Julia." Anger was the emotion he wanted. Hot sustaining indignation agninst his wife for the brutality of her ultJmatum to him, tor t11e llcentlous injustice of ber charges against Ruth. It wouldn't come. He had no cQntrol over the gusts of feeling that shook h.im, now from this direction and now from that. One of tbem was an t.neluctable sympathy for Julia hersel:f in her forlorn helpless wish that she could find a job. Earn her own living, It wasn't bearable to picture Julia doing that or to tblnk of the misery that had driven her to wanting to do ft. It didn't help to assure himself that It was her own fault. More excruciating sUll was the plctUll'e of himself that was etched Ln acid in tbe last sentences of his wife's letter. A fool "All the more a fool if she never was your mistress." 'Velcome so long as he was useful, con· temptuously discarded when he had ceased to be, the object at first o! a tolerant and Jater of nn ~aspernted contempt on the part of a woman who neither valued nor understood the friendship he talked about, a woman who would have understood him better lf he had frankly sought from the beginning the adulterous rewards of a lover. The hottest indignation that be could muster dJdn't protect him against the twinge every now and then of an intolerable mlsgl"VIng that Julia was right. • • • • • • • At four o'clock t11at afternoon-he was alone, luckily, In his office at the time-Ruth Ingraham telephoned to him. 'Vith the recognition of her voice he began to tremble Yiolently. She accused him playfully ot haying forgotten all nbout her. It was so long, days and days, she said, (really lt was weeks) since he'd been out to see her. He must come, since she had something awfully important to tell him, and unless he came quite soon, it would be too late for her to see him at all. She had just that morning sold her house and she was golng away for good. There were a few matters she wanted his advice about, if he was still his kind and helpfUl self. When would be com•1 Tonll:)lt1 It was a queer thing. His body was completely disorganized. but hls mind, from the moment she began to speak, became suddenly untroubled, pellucid. The stuff that had tor so long befogged it dropped into instantaneous pr~p ltate. He saw her now. Understood her altogether. The false plausibility of her voice, the crudely transparent wish to summon him back now that he could once more be serviceable. lt no longer mattered to her, now that she was going away for good, what prying neighbors might think of their companionship. Re noted without surpdse the He she told blm. He was perfectly aware now that she had often lied to hlm before, though this was the first moment of that awareness. "'Ve11," she demanded at last. •tHaven't you got anything to say? Have I strnck you speechless? I'm al· most as surprised as that myself." It came over him now t1mt he must apeak quickly. 10 No, I'm not snr- A Novel by Henry Kitchell Webster Copyrt~ht by the Bobbs-Meri,"lll Co. (WNU Service) prised," he said. ''In fact I alrend.v knew about it, but I'm afraid I shan't be able to come out to see you before you go. I'm going away myself today or tomorrow and I'll hardly be back before the fifteenth." There was a moment of silence. Then In a gasp, ''Goodby," he snld and hung up the receiver. He watched the instrument for a moment In terror lest she should call him back, but the bell was silent. Mr. Vane, the general agent, walked into his otnce a few minutes later. half stated the errand that had brought him ln and stop)led short with a stare into his cashier's face. "What's the matter?" he asked wltll sharp concern. "You look as It you were going to falnt." Edward protested that he was all rJght. What was it thnt Vane wanted? For the moment Vane let it go at that. but Inter ln the afternoon he came back to Edward to urge hfm to take a vacation. rre was entitled to tt, and be clearly needed it. As best he could, Edward argued against the suggestion. The office, somehow. had become his city of refuge. It protected h.lm, 1n a way. A Woman Who Would Have Understood Him Better if Ho Had Frankly Sought the Rewards of a Lover. against both Julia and Ruth. The thought of being deprh·ed of it, turned adrift for t'be next two weeks, filled him with terror. Vane, o:t course, suspected nothing like that. But he saw plainly enough that a valuable officer of the company was temporarily unfitted for business, and heedless of Edward's protests. he went ahead and arranged for his rellet. By Friday noon it was all settled. Be went out ostensibly for lunch, though he knew he wouldn't be able to eat, ln a state ot complete demoralization. Sixteen days! They'd include Ruth's departure and Julia's return. He couldn't go to Jul:a. Couldn't and wouldn't. Not s:fter that Jetter she'd written to him. And he misdoubted his courage to stay away trom Ruth, even though now, in his mind, he saw her for exactly what she was. In his random walk in the search of a restaurant that would invite him In to lunch 1 he had stopped automatically before the window ot a down-town ticket office of one of the western railroads. It was advertising a new limited train to Los Angeles. He'd 0------------------------------------------never been out there. It was a trip he and Julia bad talked about taking, off and on, t:or the last twenty years. They'd probably never do it, but why shouHln't he do 1t nlone now? '!'bat would solve the problem or hls vacation with a vengeance. It was a way of burning his bridges, ot course, as tar as Rutb was concerned, but thls wasn't the main attraction. It would show Julia. Show her what? He dis~ missed the qu~stion impatiently. 'Vhntever it was, she'd see. Those dnys on the train were tbe best part of his vacation. They gave him a chance, undistractedly, to think. The thing that bewildered him most, outrn~ed his sense ot' justice, wns his conscience. It wasn't playing fair with him. Search as be might, and he spent hours raldng ove-r the past, be couldn't put the finger of memory upon an act of his that bad been consciously wrong. ITe'd had plenty of chances to do wrong, but he'd successfully resisted temptation every time. Be had remained through everything a fn.ithful hushand, a loynl frtenll, an industrious official; and .ret. he woullln't now, he believed, !eel guiltier, more contemptible, tr he'd done e\~ery wicked thing that Julia in her letter, by word or impllcation. had accused him of, It wasn't the way a consc:lence was supposed to act. Edward ought to know. He was a minister's son. t11ough not at all the traditional one. His fatber had been pastor of a large Evangelical church in New York city, but Edward's upbringing had not been handicapped by pietistic liolitations. His stu.rt in business hnd been promising. His father's brother had been one of the bigher officials in the great Insurance company that Edward stlll worked for. It wns, perhnps, owlng to this pull, but not at all to an unjustifiable exercise or it, that Edward had been t'aken in on the executive side, Instead of having to start out as a solicitor peddling po1icles trom door to door. Ed,vard would have loathed that. The crude competitire hustle of life was con£enitally distasteful to him. Luckily for him, his uncle had been in a position to save him from all that. Edward had gone to work, the autumn after he graduated, ln the accounting department of the home oifice. He'd never mluded long hours nor hard work, not even dull work. He didn't mind anything, as long as it came, in a dlgnified way, to him; as long as he didn't have to go out after it 1 He'd done his work well. Conspicuously well, so tar as it was possible for anything to be conspicuous in a great office like that. It hadn't been but two or three years before they'd made him a tra vellng auditor. IIis route took hlm tllrough the upstate cities in New York. That was how he'd met J"ulia. Julia, nineteen years old at the time, was a real beauty-queenly, the undergradoates used to call her. Her father was dead, but he'd left her mother a com· fortable annuity, and as the glrl had no brothers and sisters, the greater part of tt probably was spent on buyIng Jolla pretty clothes and letting her go 'f'irherever the prospects tor a good time were tbe brightest. A retrospective eye could see a. purpot;ie In all this. To see Julia well and safely married wns her mother's first duty. Even tf Edward had not looked like a good match, Julia would no doubt have married him just the same, for she fell In love with him as swiftly and unequivocally as he with her. They hadn't known each other for a week before it was as good as settled. They'd been engaged about a year, and during the whole time he'd found her Stoke Poges Old Home of Famous Penn Family From tbe parish of Stoke Poges, England, whose manorial history runs to the Domesday bpok (1086 A. D.) and whose church' history is fairly complete back to the year 110'7, went not a few who helped to people the American colonies; but the attachment they are most fond of bringing to the attention of Ame:-lcans is through the Pe-nn family. The famous Quaker founder of Pennsylvania came from these parts, but ts burled not tn the Penn vault at Stoke Poges, but in the simple Quaker burying ground at "Jardans," slx or seven miles away. The Stoke Poges estate was bought by Thomas, Slfl1 or William Penn, 1n 1760, and ·though for a time out of the hands ot the famlly, the manor house is now owned by a descendant of Wllltam Penn in the female line. In the ancient church is not only the Penn vault and the Penn pew, but actually a private entrance to the church beWh ere t o Get W in t er T a n A winter tan amid the snows is possible for all the tonrlsts who visit Austria between December and Uarch. This land of mountains, lakes and woods, provides scores or fnsbionabte resorts ,for the winter traveler, from the ski life and toboggan runs of Bregenz on Lake Constance to the snow trails in the Vienna forest. In spite of low temperature, the climate is dry so that the cold Js not as penetrating as in more humid lands. It is quite common to see people out in the snow tu light fUmsy dresse-s, with bare necks and arms covered with the tan which Is the gift ot the warm winter sun ot: Austria. longlilg to and nsed by the Penn family of old and today; somewhat in con· trast to the Quaker slmpllcity of the distinguished ancestor. Another tie with America is of more rec~t date. In Glendale, Callt., is the Little Church of the Flower. a replica of St. Giles' church (as that at Stoke Poges ls properly entitled). Regular contributions are received trom California tor the uplteep nnd restoration or the Uttle English edifice; and in return the latter recently sent as a gift its ancient altar table, "Appetite" and HHunger'' There is a common belief that appe-tlte and hunger are the snme thing, yet the two are dll'ferent. Scientists have de.fi.n1tely localized hunger as a function ot' the stomach, and find that the contraction or an empty1 or nearly empty~ stomach is the source ot hun~ ger pains. As the stomach Is filled and the walls are expanded hunger disappears. Appetite has been found to emanate from the mouth and throat area and is lnfluenced by previous tastes or odors of food. Pavlov, the Russ,ian physiologist, defines appetite as the tlowing of digestive jtllces aroused by the memory ot food. The familiar watering of the mouth at the sight of what 1a considered appetizing food does characterize appetite, he says-. Word With Power Though home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit answered to, in strongest conjuratton.DJckens. utterly adorable. There'd been no quarrels, no flaws. The only thing shetd found to cry about during the disillusionments of their honeymoon had been the fear that, now his love had cooled-proved not to be, anyhow, the constallt romantic blaze she had, before their mnrrlage, believedhe was repenUng his bargain. feeling that he had thrown himselt' and his brilliant prospects away. Those brilliant prospects ot his t Had they ever existed at all, save In his youthful selt-conceit '1 For a few years after his marriage they'd gone on seeming real enough i his promot1on to assistant cashier and a few months Inter to cashier of the great Chicago agency had been Inspiriting assurance that he was well thought ot 1n the home o.ffice. ~ He used to comfort Julia, who found E had to cut down expenses, tbe vast flatness of Chicago and Jts so my husband did his share s.uburban areas dp,presslng, by assur· by switching to Target and rolling Ill ing her conftdently that tlteir stay out his own cigarettes. I felt kind of here was for a !ew years at the most. sorry for him atl, first, but I notice They might call him back to New York he's more cheerful than ever. any time. "He tells me that Target rolls They never did call him back. That up into cigarettes that look and promotion to the cashlershtp of the taste like ready-mades. Target is Chicago agency was the last of the the same mixture of foreign and series. He knew now o.t course, had domestic tobaccos that the readyknown for many years-day-dreams to mades use. You get 40 special the contrary not withstanding-that gummed papers free. No wonder there'd never be another. my husband tells me he's glad be It was vain to look back in the changed. He's getting more ciga~ effort to see why, havJng come so far, rette pleasure than ever, and we're he had stopped so finally. There saving about enough to pay for wasn't a mark, not even a question the family's bread and butter mark, upon his record. He'd never each month.." been remiss in his dut'y; he'd made no bad mistakes; he'd llved frugally with. in his Income, a rj;;hteous and sober HUSBANDS, PLEASE NOTE! life, For some reason or other this You pay less than one-aixt:b the ;:ovemwasn't enough to prevent them from mlmt ta::Jr on ready-mades when you -simply forgetting all about hlm. roll your own from TARGET. Buy a packofTARGET.Rotlyounelffifteen What was the reason? or twentysmokes. Ifyou don•taaythey Julin used to say she thought she Ill are the best cige.rett~ you have ever was. Be might, she used to speculate, smoked, return the half empty PackD.(lCto your dealer's and you'll cetyour have married some New York girl with dime back. money of her own and social position, some one who would have helped Ul rather than impede his advancement. Wrapped In Edward had sometimes reftected a moistUreproof Cellophane little ironically that so far as Julia herselt wns concerned she might: be right. If Ws salary, Instead or being subdivided among a wffe, two bnbles and a house, had been concentrated on himself, he coulcl ha\·e been a more Olnamental figure. He could have kept up a look ot success which mlght have made. just the di!Terence needed~ These were no new thoughts; but always, until no\y, they'd been guUty ones, always dismissed wJth the ringing assertion that the sacrific~it there had been a sacrifice--was well made. He'd been rewarded !or It inIll commensurably in the possession ot Julia and the children. ~ Browu & Williamson Toba.c:co Corp. ~ They'd been married twenty years, Louisville. Kentucky C IQJ:I. and their quarrel about Ruth Ingra· ham, begun less than a year ago, had I Guanmtee to Reduce Tou.:r Weight WithDiet, Dru~rs or 1-~ercl~. 2 wks. trial been their first overt, dramatic differ- out treatment and free booklet. Keystone Co., ence. But the blight had begun set- 1123 S. Varmont, Los Angeles, Callt. tling upon their marriage, eating its Which I. It, Umps? way in, destroying the life of It, long, She was addressing a group u,f long before that. He couldn't honestly blame Julia for It, but neither could eager wide-eyed children at the reghe honestly blame himself. Searching ular library story hour. "Today, for a beginning of the cl1a.nge, he boys nnd girls, I am going to tell you found himself coming bnck to his de- a real scary story about a vampire. cision, when Edith was a baby, that You: kn.:>\V what a vampire is, don't they couldn't artord to have nny more you?" "Oh, sure," answered one sopbls· children until he got another prottcated youngster scornfully. "You motion. mean the one who decides Jn a base~ He had thought at the time-perball J~:ame." suaded himself anyhow-that his wife fiHo, ho," laughed another in dertagreed with him. All she'd ever said slon. ''Listen to him. He's talking was, 1n explanation ot: her having about an emplre." joined som~ new charitable board or committee that he had feared might Willing Helper be too much for her, "I might as well, Jack was eager to help hls mother if rm not going to have any more can pears and she snld: uyou better children." go play i they are hard to peel.'' 1 He hadn t discussed the altematlve ••r didn't want to peel. but I can with her; there was nothi.Dg to say. help by eating the cores to clean up They couldn't afi'ord t'o have any more the mess, •• replied the willing assistchildren, unless he got a promotion. ant. She had come to regard him, he gloomily supposed, as a failure. Well, of course, he was. The brilliant young New Yorker she'd mar.rled had slowed For Stomachs down into an office hack. He'd become • crotchety, dull, censo1·1ous. After TEMPORARILY se,en or eight hour~ of nagging rou~ tine in that d-d office, he didn't brlng Occa11onaJ conatlpadon should nenw home much that a wife could take any be allowed to attach Itself. Cbeok !tat: great satisfaction in. oncewtth a c::up o~twoofGarileld T-. A r&ood old fashlonl!d, t:rled lllld D.llt• ural ~emedy, It flu•bes tbe bowel•, She had !ll health, too. Asthma •thaulates aluQQlsh lh·e.r and ..enews the cheery good. hdltb of aG scth·e cost her many a sleepless night: h.im, •tom.ac:b. Recoautu!nded by ma.ng too, incidentally. And she was a yean of •plel1dld, c:ertalo resuln. M &ood for chlld.rcll ultb for r&rowO•UIJI martyr to hay fe,er. Gflllt dr"UI/gln'• But her version of the Ingraham atrair wasn't candid; wasn't eve"n true. He believed she knew tt wasn't. It IJtalwJ.t-Jiw.fPrin4 came to this; that she and Edward had had a perfectly happy, satisfactory life together until he, with sheer Lost Opportunity mascuUne Inconstancy, had allowed Lady-\Vby aren't you a SQ.~cessfu1 himsell to become tni'at'uated with a business mnn? younger, prettier woman. How InnoTramp--y-on see, lady, I wasted me cent or how guilty the pair might be time in school instead of selllng news· now, she bad declared in her letter, papers. was no concern of hers. Thnt was a matter merely of prudential conSiderations. He'd probably been secretly de. slrous of Ruth a long tlme before her husband's death and Julia's 111-judged compassion for the widow had given him his opportunity. He ought, perhaps, to have been Relieves Almost Instantly grateful to Julia for this accusation. He could muster up a clearer sense of To break. up congestion. to restore free circulation and stop elieat colda .... to outraged virtue in refuting It than he alleviate the circulatory paine and could summon In connection with any aches o£ rheumatism,_neuritia, lumba.go other phtlses of the affair. He'd honestly •• • ~ature has stored uP in red. pep.. never thought of Ruth at all save as perl a marvelous therapeutic heat that the supposedly frivolous wife of a penetrates deeply into the skin withoqt neighbor he didn't like, until he went, blistering or burning..and swiftly brings nt Julin's own suggestion, disinterrelief.• Now this genuine red peppers" heat is contained in an ointme n t. estedly and half reluctantly. to o!Ter Rowles Red Popper Rub. Aa )'aj& the help of his expert buslness advice r!f;b it on you·u feel better. And ~D 3 to a bereaved woman. The Good minutes relief comy.. Drug store• 1.~1 Samaritan himselt had not acted In Rowles Red Pepper Rub. T1'7 it. better faith. 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