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A UTho on the experience of millions oi we believe Camels will suit your iS?" to a Prove it for yourself! yiaffiS L VISIT NAVY RECRUITING STATIONS IN SALT LAKE CITY -- PROVO - OGDEN - LOGAN - CEDAR CITY BOISE, IDA. -- SHERIDAN, WYO. - LAS VEGAS, NEV. f I j Attention Hunters! DEER HIDES WANTED HIGHEST PRICES PAID : ' for j HIDES, SHEEP PELTS, FURS AND WOOL j Call or See Nearest Branch Colorado Animal Company I Ogden - Spanish Fork - Logan r : Salt Lake City - Garland - Heber City (&NORRIS W.N.U. RELEASE Ajst I libit It If j '2 - (ft tit I i' 1 f $ r i i OiriP "X iU; 12 "I've hidden something for twenty years' Emma said quietly THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte (Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan at Saint Dorothea's convent school since she was seven, knows almost nothing of her early history but has gradually realized that like other girls at the school she has no family. She questions whether she has the right to her father's name. Judge Judson Marshbanks and Emma Haskell, housekeeper for wealthy Mrs. Porteous Porter In San Francisco, are her guardians. When Cherry is twenty Emma gets her a secretarial Job with Mrs. Porter but she goes first to the Marshbanks mansion, meeting the Judge's young wife, Fran, and his rich niece, Amy, daughter of his brother Fred, now dead. Life at Mrs. Porter's becomes monotonous and Cherry is thrilled when Kelly Coatcs, an artist, sends ber a box of candy and she is Jealous when he brings Fran to a party at Mrs. Porter's. Emma tells Cherry that her sister charlotte was Cherry's mother. Kelly takes Cherry along so Fran can visit his studio and Cherry senses that he is very much in love with Fran, but soon he tells Cherry de-spondently that Fran has promised the Judge she will not see him any more. Mrs. Porter dies, leaving Cherry $1,500, and she learns from Marshbanks that his brother Fred, who was Amy's father, was also her father. Cherry goes to Stanford University . and lives with the Pringles. Fran asks her to be Kelly's friend, saying he likes her, and that she has decided to do the honorable thing and avoid him. Kelly goes to Palo Alto and asks Cherry to marry him, although Fran will always be the "unattainable woman." Her answer Is no; she wants no Fran in the background. Cherry and Rebecca Prlngle work in a vacation camp, then take a motor trip to Canada and on the way back Cherry goes to see Emma. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER XII "I've hidden something for twenty years," Emma said quietly. "You ought to know," said Emma "not that you ever can prove it! that you aren't Charlotte Rawl-.ing- s at all, Cherry. You ought to know that you're Amelia Marsh-banks." Cherry swallowed with a dry throat, essayed to speak, failed. "You said, Aunt Emma ?" she stammered after a silence and stopped. "You didn't say that I'm Amy.. . ." Breath failed her again. The oth-er woman looked at her somberly. "I'll tell you what happened," Emma said in her unemotional way. "I was twelve years older than Lottie; my mother died when she was two. She was pretty the way Amy is, only slighter and smaller, with Amy's kind of hair. After my father died we lived with an aunt and uncle; they weren't always kind to me, but everyone adored Lottie. When my aunt died I kept house for my uncle and Lottie was my baby. When she was six I took her to her first school. I did her home-work with her. "My father was John Rawlings he could never do much for us, and when he died and my uncle and aunt died I was nineteen then Lottie was all I had left. "Well, I married Tom Haskell, and he was a father to her. She was ten, and pretty as a picture. One Sunday we were driving along comfortably, Lottie squeezed in be-tween me and Tom on the front seat and suddenly a big truck smashed in on us from the left. Tom was dead at the wheel; I was broken almost in two. But little Lot-tie was protected by our bodies. "Three months later I went to the Marshbanks. I tried St. Dorothea's for Lottie an old friend of mine was a Sister there but she couldn't stand it, so I boarded her with a fine Irishwoman who had three chil-dren. I saw her often, every week, nearly. "When she was old enough Lottie went to a nice, simple little boarding school in Belmont. Summers they had a camp, and she was happy and good and prettier and prettier. "Fred Marshbanks, your father, was one of the handsomest men I ever saw, but weak. He had mar-ried Amelia Wellington by this time she was a lovely girl with blue eyes and light hair, but for a long time it looked as if they couldn't have a child, and it broke her heart. Jud Marshbanks was married too, but he lived in the East, and they only saw his little boy now and then. That's Gregory, of course. "I wanted Lottie nearer me then, and she'd left school, and boarded down in Redwood City. But she was often with me in the Marshbanks house. "When Lottie was eighteen and I was thirty I was sewing in my room one night. We were all under a con-siderable strain in the house, for at last Fred's wife was going to have a baby, and they were terribly anx-ious for fear something would go wrong again. "It was eleven o'clock, and I was thinking of going to bed when sud-denly my door opened, and Lottie was there. She gave me a terrible stare. "The minute I saw her I knew we were lost somehow, but I didn't know why. She looked pale and changed and she didn't smile or kiss n-- .. She just crossed the room and knelt down at my knee, and said, 'Sis, I'm in trouble.' "I asked her what kind of trou-ble, and she cried, and gradually it came to me that I knew. "I kept patting her hands, and swallowing, and looking away, and by and by I heard myself telling her, 'All right, darling, I'll take care of you. We'll get out of this some-how.' When she stopped sobbing and was leaning against me, resting her hair against my cheek, I asked her who it was, if I knew the man. "Then she told me. "It was as if a gun had gone off," Emma went on. "My throat was thick and my head hurt. But I had to keep holding tight to her, telling her it was all right, that we'd get through we'd get through somehow. Had she told anyone? No, nobody nobody. She carried that secret for five months. "To think, Cherry of the Welcome that they were getting ready for the Marshbanks baby, and of the way the world would treat my Lottie's unwanted little scrap, seemed to work like some terrible intoxicating poison in me. I put her to bed; she'd stayed at the house often enough; there was no comment by anyone; and if Fred Marshbanks ever had thought of her, he had probably put it all out of his mind, as a moment's foolish mistake months before. "Lottie went off to sleep, and the next morning she was her quiet lit-tle self. I began to think if I could possibly keep Lottie safe up there, on the third floor of a big house. Where else would she be "so hidden and so safe? I said to the Filipino servant Bonifacio that my sister would be with me a good deal. It was none of his business; he didn't care. Lottie could come and go in the quiet hours of the day, and in the evenings. "I don't remember that we talked of it much. Weeks went by. Lottie expected her baby in January. "January!" Cherry interrupted. "But we were both born in Novem-ber, Amy and I!" "Yes, but one of you came 'two months too early." Emma went on with the story. "I was going to Fred, and if necessary bring in his brother, for the judge had moved Out here then, and have them acknowl-edge his child. But it all came out differently. "When I came upstairs one wet November afternoon I found her in bed. Her trouble had come upon her two months too soon. I slipped down and telephoned old Doctor Povlitski. He had been a friend of mine and I knew he would keep our secret. "The old Madame was out, Fred wasn't home, and Fred's wife was dozing in her room. The doctor came in quietly the side way I looked out for that but fifteen min-utes before he arrived Lottie's lit-tle girl, very tiny, but healthy enough, was born. There was noth-ing for him to do; he went away, and left her to me. And then I had some thinking to do again, for there isn't any hiding a new baby long." "Four nights later," Emma con-tinued, "we heard a good deal of laughing and calling downstairs so I made some errand to go down to Mrs. Fred's room, and then came up and reported to Lottie. Mrs. Fred's father had arrived, and had brought he baby everything his pram and chair and crib, his silver bov and plate, and they'd been opening them up and making a great fuss. "Well, old Mr. Wellington went away, and the Madame went to her room, and things settled down. As soon as she could be moved I was going to get Lottie to a boarding-hous- e I knew of. So I was breathing easier. "I settled Lottie and the baby off for the night, and went to my room. This was maybe eleven o'clock. I was undressed, and just getting into bed when I heard the baby cry and went into Lottie's room. "Her bed was tumbled and she was gone. I ran to the stairhead and saw lights in the hallway below and Lottie crossing it Then I heard Lottie's voice in Mrs. Fred's room, and then Fred shouting. I don't know how I got down there. Mrs. Fred had stumbled back toward her bed and was staring at Lottie. There was a terrible silence when I got there, and then Amelia said in a whisper, 'You lie!' " 'I don't lie,' Lottie said. She was so weak she was leaning against a chair and her voice was hoarse and weak too. 'Ask him!' she said. "And it's not fair, it's not fair that your child will have everything wealth and position and cribs and bowls and all I get is disgrace!' " 'Don't,' Fred said, 'oh, don't let my mother know about this!' Ame-lia looked at him, and her face was like chalk. 'Fred, it isn't true?' she said. 'Yes,' he said very quietly, 'it's true.' "That was all I heard. I got Lot-tie upstairs; I was afraid it had killed her. She was crying wildly but after a while she sobbed only now and then, and I was creeping back to bed again when the old Madame called me. Amelia was having hysterics and for a few min-utes it seemed as if we couldn't bring her around. From screaming with laughter she went into real screaming, and in a few minutes I told Fred to call the hospital and tell her doctor we were taking her there that the baby was coming. But we didn't have time to move her, and when the poor tiny baby came into the world it didn't look as if it could last an hour. "The doctor was there then and had brought a nurse; they had the ambulance at the door and they said Amelia was sinking it was only a matter of minutes unless they could get her to the hospital for a trans-fusion. Fred had rushed on ahead to have his blood tested, and Mad-ame went with the doctor and Ame-lia. 'I'm afraid the baby won't live,' the doctor said to me, for you were as blue as an iceberg and about as cold." "I was!" Cherry exclaimed in a whisper. "Yes, it was you. I did what I could with hot water and an fixed the crib, tearing open the packages of blankets and new beautiful monogrammed sheets, laid you in them with a bottle at your feet and ran upstairs to tell Lottie and get my night wrapper. " 'Mrs. Fred's had her poor little baby,' I said to Lottie. 'It's a valvu-lar case, I think. It can't live the night through. I'm going down to sit by it and wait until the old Mad-ame comes back.' "Then I went downstairs and be-gan a long vigil. Once Mrs. Marsh-banks telephoned Fred's wife was very low. How was the baby? I had to say something cheerful; I said she looked much better. It was about five o'clock when Fred came in. I'd been within hearing of the child all the time, but I'd gone into the dressing room to drink a cup of coffee and twice I'd been out to telephone in Mrs. Marshbanks' room. "He looked deathly; they'd taken a pint of blood from him, saving Amelia's life, he said. He came in to fling himself down for some sleep. But first he took a look at the baby. " 'Why, Emma, she's small but she'll make the grade. She looks like a different baby!' he said. I went over and looked down expect-ing to see you, breathing your very last, maybe but instead I recog-nized Lottie's child." Emma's breath had been coming shallow and fast as she reached the last phrases. Now she was perfect-ly still, and the room was still. "She'd changed them changed us!" Cherry said in a whisper. "Lottie. She'd slipped downstairs while I was out of the room, put her own baby into the crib, carried you upstairs. I don't know," Emma said, "whether if I'd had time to think, if I'd had my wits about me I mightn't have told him, then and there. But I was like a person struck senseless. What it meant to me, what it meant to Lottie, what it would give Lottie's baby if the other baby died, and if Lottie mightn't be in danger of oh, I don't know what, prison maybe if they found out. Anything! "They moved their baby to the hospital that first day. Well, that's all. You know all the rest. You didn't die. Every hour seemed the last but it wasn't Days went by, and Lottie and I took you to the country. I'd told Fred, after that night, that of course I'd go; he needn't be afraid he'd ever see us again. But later he sent for me, and when I confessed that my sis-ter had had a child his child he than made the provision that you know of. You grew strong and big, much stronger than Amy, and I tried . . ." The speaker's voice thickened; there was a pause. "That's all," she said, and there was another silence. (TO BE CONTINUED) Nola Lemon William Conawell, New Orleans, has a lemon tree from which he picked a lemon four and three-quarte-inches long and four and inches thick. Flat Pencil For the reader addicted to mak-ing marginal notes, there's a new flat pencil which also serves as a book mark. A Message Board Busy families which receive nu-merous telephon ecalls, should keep a bulletin board for messages. A pieces of fiberboard which is suita-ble for thumb-tackin- g is a good suggestion. Deer Found No more frogs' legs are to ap-pear on menus in China. By order of the ministry of industries, no more frogs are to be killed for eat-ing purposes inasmuch as the leap-ing amphibians are considered of more value to agriculture than to epicureans. Boundary Change In a 2614-mi- stretch between the state of New Hampshire and the province of Quebec, the Unit-ed States-Canadia- n boundary line changes direction 767 times. The St. Petersburg dog track in Florida is the only one in the Unit-ed States that operates in the instead of at night. Dog Cleaner, Longer The dog will stay cleaner if there is no fuel pile. Build an enclosed coal bin, from which a coal flow automatic stoker can feed the coal directly to the furnace. Chance for Children Soviet Russia has applied sym-bols of its machine age to merry-go-round- s, substituting miniature tractors, automobiles and motor-cycles for the customary horses and . boats. While youngsters ride, in-structors explain the working of real yehicles. Possums Profit Australia The number of possum pelts ex-ported from Australia more than doubled in the past statistical year, the total being 3,172,000, valued at $1,666,000. 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But they were by the men's shoe points in Richard IFs reign. Those were so long the toes had to be fastened by chains to the knees or waist so the men could walk ! Fans were two feet wide in 18th century England, and large enough to shelter an entire family in a rainstorm. Men, as well as wom-en, carried them. The dressier lads liked theirs frilly, with ruffles and mirrors. |