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Show serenity she felt a little sick from the sudden jarring awakening, sudden vague fears. Soo-- o that was it, was it? It was Quentin to whom Serena had been talking in the lane. Quentin kissed her good-niga careless kiss on the top of her head went to his own sleeping porch. Almost immediately she heard him snoring. But Vicky lay awake for nervous, restless, unreasoning hours. CHAPTER IX Vicky made a point of calling upon her neighbors a day or two Continued VIII SITTER 10 rtj, looked at her absently, flhis gaze to Victoria. .t chance Monte ; of your going down with me this after- - t not on Sunday! Mol- i darling, and Nurse with all of them 'ijle, and the Carters coming Theyre bringing all the thought that since you be here it would be a jtchance for a childrens sup- - "per! I , ji Quentin said noncommit-Victori- a, made vaguely un-:- y his tone, sent him another Quentin wasnt 3Bing glance. 'je himself on this hot still are going, have your golf doctors other e youre to .1 , morning?1 dont know, "I thought he said irreso-- ; I might tele-- l We might have our Johnny. Youll get over ght here. and see her, wont you, Vic?1 She was completely at ntying Susans bib, as Take your d into her. oned who did in the Misses ens. It was everyone was en Ive been onder! t realistic and leople and so you like that only got your the jv millionaires' Susan cooky she said to the "ft darling, - and dont wake Baby shes the side porch! t over and see the Morrisons, jn completed it. n yes somewhere, somethmg Through the familiar seemed to ' a cbld faint 8 faint apprehension of trou-aas- s up caviar- -' change. Vicky couldnt vaguely f it,thatwasshe only was felt but not confined -- ehoff n(Xlg. , e an-jpl- s s if some paint- walk over to the Morrisons uere wouldnt Afternoon for a few minutes, if popular Quentin," she said, on an t luncheon ulpturl. Yes;- -: . atm was stuffinS his P'Pe: Le re-- you bring ot t al-d- n L!? r s ii In their more than marriage he had a call that vicky could n0Wi sauntering forth arden hi search of dogs, his favorite chair under look up. i e which has ,n mos a u years ,lle of - over his shoulder-i- l lont you bother, he said, never came ve ot e enough to do! Ill e. Ah well, I Histori-te- r ere, later, and afterward will never be: Sive yu some idea what sort wan-thos- outfit w the lighted' his. sud be a darling to do that! so manyrla said. But oddly she did irly and one rea-- 1' happy about it, and it was Sunday that she dated otedly the dii- - Gee, 'laRge in Quentin. Not under-i- e trouble the g why, she nevertheless was statue of Lib- - :ous of the fact that life some-efor- e he got it hdnt go back, after that the what it had been before, two weeks after the day t around Paris up and down Vicky and Quentin had first beir lovely neighbor, her eyes somebody to Well, at that,' suddenly opened, and after ich compared 'ictoria understood, tally sold Phapntin had said that he thought JUld E over to 1 the club- - miSht r Glance. Mother eighteen if it got cool- F be vourgllt watch the polo. Vicky 'Se iv,onf r,:m ofL bad a ii ) ure goods. Sun-imagi- k cloud-clearin- . hh Moliie, un,. g who since her ma- - PO.stlvn aernoon and the evening ?ou t it in an as Clal concession; helped Nurse without a extent of opening aU the little wffl take it r hying out night apparel, put- - Way various books and toys are olhd.n i like Arcni a y they were all in bed, with he guys who Victorias head and hair EOmOS:and hes in tato a hundred ofl agonizing diMemori.il i as by warm good-nigkisses Greece, hens, e!tlbraces. Five minutes past rd for it Par and supper due within the etic I think! Use4'oh' dear, not much room for rchitects ii tbere! the love of 'eaners. Her chiffon was at othcl and Perhaps that white 'ms :'at she had worn this morn-i- n i they were a sculptoi ar re was a wide upper hallway days they I bouse, filled now with a pleas-- j add ngineer 3 flight, like the light under vctoria, closing the nurs Jew! made ffn under hcr, lingered for 'ent t its open window, big Fvendodgml u at the cooling and sofnme a fine Art , y' the freshened tie word Ad . st"6 breathing her eyes on the green-,the- r awaj petting the Ereat trees, worls, t landing, she could look down fogcf your jut old drying liell in the yard, and the berry and the flat stretch of ne-i- s founded cn lawn where a cow grazed, in the evergreen hedge iccome a l'1 1',dcd the Ha-dis- ty property ge. What ' small but exquisitely e, the eMJrc estate of the Morrisons ing an Ar'u c,r' "r- There was a small ,lly meant 1 l! e strip Ihere, and in the lane Vic with pirgate going tl J1 is, and it on to in t out of aybe all A g about 1 like ,'NU Service with the level sun shining Pale gold hair and illumi-lR- c white parasol as if it were l'rn lighted against tire wudows of the lane. ufnson, of course. She Rg to someone, apparently; he air of a person talking. f , cmPanion was quite lnvisi-n!- t tire hedge; it was tall J'uite figure, f an setting enough to hide anyone who was close to it on the other side. Victoria stood watching her and reflecting upon the inescapable power of the beauty that had been so suddenly introduced into their compact little group. Mrs. Morrison continued talking in the lane; the revolving frills of the parasol tumbling, tumbling. Dusk was falling fast now; Anna, coming upstairs, touched the switch that lighted the hall behind Victoria. How many would there be for supper, please? Victoria turned about; considered. The Keatses had said theyd stop in on their way home with Kate, and Dr. Miller would be here. Six, please, Anna. No, seven; thered be Gwen, Vic remembered. Anna went downstairs again, but when Victoria turned back to the window the lights in the hall had spoiled the lovely dusk, and the white frock was gone from the lane. She went into her room after a peep at Madeleine. Quentin was tearing off his clothes. Oh, did you Just come up? I hoped youd gotten a nap. I went for a stroll. A stroll? "Yep, I walked a little way. It was lovely out. Feels hot in here. It does feel hot. You didnt get as far as the hospital, did you, Quent? That womans coming on all right, isnt she? The roar of the shower drowned any reply Quentin might have shoutd bathroom ed through the door; when he came out again Vic was getting into an old black lace. Its frightful to bum your shoulders in just the pattern of your bathI wonder how ing suit, she said. that woman keeps so white? Quentin did not answer. She was down there in the lane just now, parasol and all, Victoria pursued, now doubled over to insert her heels one at a time into rather tight slippers. Zat so? Quentin asked, shaving. Yes. I happened to be looking out of the upper hall window, she was talking to someone gardener, maybe but no, its Sunday night. Maybe It was a lover, Vic said, trying a heel, scowling, taking up the slipper to flex it vigorously. Shes having a terribly dull time, poor soul, with a sick husband and no friends here. Quentin was pulling his face about with hard fingers, testing his shave. He was half-close- When he and she were going to bed after the bridge game, quite suddenly Quentin said: How about asking them to dinner? Who? The Morrisons. Oh? Oh, dyou suppose come? He seems so cross. I hed cant later, to Invite them to dinner. Feeling oddly formal in her silk gown, with calling cardr in her purse and white gloves carried as a final touch, Vicky sat In the patio of the Morrison house with the Injured man and his lovely wife, and talked somewhat stiltedly and constrainedly. She and Dr. Hardisty lived very quietly, she explained: "as indeed a doctor has to do when he Is building up his practice, and has six small children! Vicky ended, with a little laugh. Oh, yes, you poor thing! Serena said so heartily that Spencer Morrison laughed his sinister laugh, and Vicky hated her. I didnt know whether coming to dine with us would give Mr. Morrison any pleasure or not, Vicky said later, when she was walking home, and Serena had volunteered to accompany her. I beg pardon? I was wondering if Mr. Morrison would think it more bother than it was worth? Oh, he can walk that far, Serena said vaguely. Victoria did not pursue the subject They were in the little lane that separated the two properties now, and suddenly she stcoped and picked up a small bright object And as she did so she felt her heart begin to beat faster, and the blood in her face. Quentins cigarette lighter! she said. Hes been looking for it everywhere. Serena commented, Imagine, undisturbed. He probably dropped it, Vicky when said, suddenly trembling, you and he were talking here in the lane last Sunday. Half an hour later Quentin came upstairs to find Vicky changing her gown for dinner. I met Mrs. Morrison Lord, she is a lovely creature! Quentin observed, plunging at once into his ablutions. Shed started to walk to the village, it was too much for her, and she asked me to telephone for a taxi to pick her up. But instead I ran her downtown it seems he wanted the mail, I guess he gets his own way pretty well! and then took her home. It only took me he ten minutes. She tells me looked out of a towel, his hair in wild wet confusion to say in satisshe tells me you called faction there today, Vic. Im glad. Shes a lovely woman, and shell be great company for you. Victoria, at her dressing table, continued to brush her hair. Once she looked steadily at Quentin, in the mirror, but he did not see her. I told you they could come Thursday night? she asked. Yep. Who else are you going to have? Gita and Gwen and ourselves and Mother. Quentin turned, his face coloring with amazement Why, my dear, you cant do that! he said quickly. Do what? Why, have those people, the first time, and not make an occasion of imagine him social and agreeable. Sure hed come. She said to- it! day he would. Vicky was genuinely astonished. A seconds electrical pause. Then How dyou mean, Quentin? "Well, I mean that theyre imVicky said without volition exactly what she did not want to say, in portant people; his father is Sir Percival Morrison. I do think that if ever if ever we're going to spread ourselves, this is the time! But hes an invalid, Quent! He and he isnt. Hes lost an eye, of course, but hes an Englishman, and youll find them regular sticklers for formality. Oh, no, well have to make it a formal affair, and Dr. Austreicher. Id ask the Rays and the Sinclairs I see! Vic murmured as he paused. Her heart was lead Why do you say I see? Quentin demanded suspiciously. Well, we havent given that sort of an affair since before the twins were born. Weve had nothing but Sunday lunches, and bridge dinners fer just four! Why, but theres nothing so formidable about it, Vic!" He spoke with a sort of amused impatience. It was not amusing to Vic. She understood his mood too well; his unwonted fussing over every detail of the approaching dinner; his strange excited spirits when the night finally came. Quentin, who usually loathed such affairs, was nervous as a young wife over the candles and flowers, and welcomed She Was Talking to Someone, the guests with a joviality and asApparently. surance that seemed to Vicky alwant most as bad as his usual manner of not did she tone the exactly to use silly auspicious words in a grim and polite endurance. The Morrisons came last; the wife's light suspicious tone: Oh? I didnt know youd seen her man, who wore a black patch over one eye, limping a little, evidently today?" I met her, coming back from glad to drop into the nearest chair; my walk," Quentin answered, won- Serena shining in flawless beauty. dering at the same instant why he Vicky herself felt tired; things had hadnt said that he had seen hcr for not gone any too well throughout the a moment at the club. long rainy day, she had small heart in the affair. In the lane? , The earlier stages of the dinner Yep." Vicky was silent a moment. When were not a success. Just why not, she spoke, it was to say amiably Vic was unable to perceive. Serena sat next to Quentin. Vicky that she would go over to see Serena in a day or two to arrange was miserably impressed, from hcr the dinner. But under her surfl.ee end of the table, that the guest of honor did not have much to say. Anyone as beautiful as that did not have to have much to say; she made all the other women look plain and badly dressed and sound chatter- boxes. The atmosphere seemed definitely clearer when they had gone. They went early; the bowed, carefully walking lean man with the neat black patch over one eye, and the superbly moving woman with her fair head held high. Everyone could discuss them then, and the contract fanatics could settle down to their game. Vicky and Violet and one or two of the other women turned the lights low in the drawing room, gathered about the fire, and analyzed the Morrisons at their leisure. Quentin had said that he would walk through the garden with the Morrisons, but the night had proved to be still blowzy and rainy, and they had had to have the car for the twice two hundred yards. On the whole, wearily glad that It was over, limping upstairs In her stiff new slippers, Vicky pronounced the affair a drag, a bore, a failure. It went on and on; he never saw it; she could see nothing else. Vicky grew nervous and irritable, wondering about it; wondering when- - Modem - to - the - Minute 'Way Back When By JEANNE DREISER WAS A BILL COLLECTOR IF 1 YOU lived in Chicago, 111., years ago, you may have bought carpet tacks or a can of paint from a young hardware clerk who looked like nobody at all to you. A few years later you might have rented an apartment from the real estate office where he clerked; a little later you may have seen a young man persistently ringing the doorbell of that neighbor of yours who was careless about her furniture Installments. 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There isnt one among us er An ordinary young man, with an ordinary background, who could have foretold that some day he modern-to-the-min-ut- e, would produce a book (American Tragedy) which would arouse world-wid- e controversy, banned in some cities, required reading In some school systems? After the collectors Job, persistent calling at the Chicago Daily Globe got him a job as a reporter. His rise was rapid as he developed a clear reportorial style, until 1898 Doesnt Mrs. Morrison Play? k of the he became editor-in-chiAsked. Vicky Publications which included ever he was out of her sight where Delineator Magazine. His first book, Sister Carrie, was published in Quentin was, wondering how often 1900 and immediately banned for he saw Serena, and under what cirits frankness. It was not until 1911 cumstances. I saw Serena today, Quentin that his next, Jennie Gerhardt, appeared; and it was followed at said one night, when their acquaintance with the Morrisons was of regular intervals by other books of the "call a spade a spade type. only a few weeks standing. . American Tragedy appeared in "Oh, that was nice. Did she come into many lanwas translated 1925, to the office? guages and was adapted to the No, I took her to lunch. stage in America and in Germany Oh? A pause. Then the inevias late as 1936. table interrogation, as unwelcome to Victoria as to Quentin, but LOWELL THOMAS WAS A COOK dragged from her nevertheless by a power stronger than herself. Hapof Lowell Thomas has THE life pen to meet her? exciting, but tremendously No-I spoke of it Sunday. She be encouraging to those of it may said that she was going to be in you in everyday jobs, and pining town." for adventure, to know that he was I see. And do what she would, not always free from humdrum octhe pause would seem to have sigcupations. nificance, and do what she would, The radio and news-ree- l reporter she could not seem to fill it with was born in Woodington, Ohio, in some casual pleasantry. 1892. The family moved to Cripple Presently Victoria and Quentin Creek, Colo., where Lowell attendhad to dine with their neighbors. ed public schools set in the midst of y Quentin, who rarely went to dina typical mining ners, had accepted this invitation town. His parents were not wealthy, conof as a matter course, without and Lowell Thomas had to work for sulting Victoria. She knew in ad- a higher education. While attendvance that the event would hold ing Valparaiso university in northno pleasure for her, she felt like a ern Indiana, he was a janitor, a child in a home-mad- e rough-heade- d salesman, and night cook in a short-ordrestaurant. Thirsting for gown when the night came and she and Quentin walked across the side more knowledge after graduation, lawn and past the berry patch and the boy went on to the University the pasture field, and went through of Denver where he took several the old gate into the lane, and so on degrees, working at odd times for to the Morrisons for dinner. The afyour dealer cannot supply you, send fair was indeed informaL Only r TflR with yourdealers name toraTrial 20c w at were the table. selves four their 48 genuine Jar PIThRFPQ Package ofsent Serena was no such housekeeper as prepaid. Rings; li' Victoria Hardisty, but she made no apologies for a poor dinner and indifferent service. The winter night Rubber was clear and cold; after dinner Room 6U4, iVQ brood wov. Now York Rubber reInc., ?ati Product, there was a fire intermittently plenished by Quentin, and Victoria and Spencer Morrison played backTrue Happiness Pleasure and Happiness True happiness, if understood, Pleasure can be supported by gammon, and then cribbage. At first they played in the sitting illusion. Happiness rests upon consists alone in doing good. Somerville. truth. room, but presently Spencer suggested his rather untidy study, where there was an electric heater. He and Victoria went in there, and she exerted herself charitably to make the games interesting. Nine oclock, ten oclock struck; Victoria was overcome with sleepiness, and a newspaper. During the summer she felt that she could decently sug- months, he punched cows and gest going home. Her heart was pitched alfalfa. In Chicago Kent not on the game; she felt nervous College of Law, he studied law, and work in and distracted. Presently she rose; then took Prin-etoAftat literature after all, must now; English go they really a and as teacher worked he that she had a houseful of small children er to consider, and Quentin must make on a newspaper. His beginning did not promise exan early start in the morning. and adventure. Eut then citement anHer host seemed petulant and the World war, and Lowell came in the break should up she gry that Thomas went to the front with a evening, but contented himself with staff of cameramen making official asking her to come over any day. ONLY NEWSPAPERS BRING THE pictures! It changed his whole life. any hour, to get her revenge. He Joined D. II. Lawrence and his NEWS OF VITAL INTEREST TO YOU Come tomorrow at about two, if bedouin army in Arabia, emerging you can. he urged. the on desert Hesd!ine may aeream of death and disaster without causing you to raise from that "revolt Doesn't Mrs. Morrison play? an eyebrow. But if your aon geta his name in the paper that real news! the exclusive story and picwith Vicky asked, with an inward smile tures. It was the beginning of his It isnt by arddent that this paper print so many stories which vitally at the idea that she could find time fame. Since then, he has met alinterest you. For tins newspaper was edited for you and your neighbors. News of remote places is stated briefly and interpreted. Locnl news is tomorrow, or any day, for an idle most everyone of importance, seen covered fully, because aU good editors know that the news which interests his and of afternoon game with a neighbor. reported note, everything the readers most is news about themselves. on the BE in CxmiM'l.DJ newspapers, (TO observations Now is a good time to learn more about this newspaper which is made In a al. graphscreen, arid over the especially for you. Just for fun ask yourself this question: How could we ic style that has gained him an auColor of Brass get along without newspapers? Brass is an alloy, or mixtuie of dience of mill'ons. He has traveled in to Burma, spoken copper and zinc, and its color varies from Alaska town over 5.000 in popaccording to the proportions of these almost every metals. The more zinc it contains ulation In the United Slates, and has written a score of books. the paler It is. But-teric- o. rough-and-read- er , BP ,, States Pe-K- o U1 e n. fODa got my name the paper! KNOW YOUR NEWSPAPER 6 WNU Service. |