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CAFETERIA uT DINING ROOM BUFFET MIRROR ROOM ; J. HOLM AN WATERS and W. ROSS IUTTON j; EVIRY SATURDAY EVENING '' u u ii n 'TTT ' " ' AFTliPTOT THE SPECIALS Vlt f MA ii VLi Mi Tcmean depend on the special sales BU cjumtj oux town announce la columns of money saving to oui readers. It always pays to Pabonute .TcLmtawho Jvemee. They are not afraid ol their merchandise or their prices. Kathleen Norris Says: The Game and the Candle (Bell Syndicate WNU Sarvica.) Suddenly tparkt will fly between tome lovely woman and tome hitherto de-voted husband and father, and then the mischief ttartt. He taket an earlier train, home a day or two later, when the happens to be out in the $arden, in ttriped slacks and 6roaf garden haU They talk. By KATHLEEN NORRIS when you SOMETIMES her enjoying a thrilling love affair with some other man, the natural re-sentful question is: how does she get away with it? Every smart suburb has a few of her; she is pretty, young,- self-confide- She is also, the other women think, unscrupulous and common, even if her father is a judge and her name on the list at the country club. But what they think doesn't bother her. In fact, she enjoys the knowl-edge that she is annoying them. Perhaps her lover is somebody's husband; that makes it worse. In small communities, where every- -' body plays bridge and golf and tennis together, and gives parties where the same men and women s are always meeting, suddenly sparks will fly between some lovely woman and some hitherto devoted husband and father, and then the mischief starts. They exchange looks; he sends her a book and she returns a note; he takes an earlier train home a day or two later, when she happens to be out in the garden, in striped slacks and a broad gar- - , DIFFICULT FUTURE A thrill-les- s marriage cumulate in an illicit romance. In tix montht the firet of love have crumbled into ashes for one, but ttUl burn brightly in the breast of the other, who upon at least a token-marriag- Then third figure entert the scene and completes a new triangle. Mitt Norrit advises on the only courte open to the troubled. very annoying predicament "My marriage was orthodox, con-ventional, dull," she writes. "We had the expected boy and then the expected girl, but I may say hon-estly that In the first eight years since I dutifully said 'I do,' I never once experienced the thrill that ought to be the lot of every bride, wife, housekeeper, social favorite, mother. My own father and moth-er were cold, quiet people who kept me constantly busy in boarding schools and on European trips with school groups. "Two years ago, when my chil-dren were seven and five, I began to study music. One of the teach-ers at the school was a vital, hand-some, eager man; American-bor- n but of foreign parentage. Never having known love I fell in love; but more, I see now, with love itself than with him. His was a violent wooing. I was bored and unhappy, and we became lovers. He had been divorced; his wife, much older, with children of an earlier marriage, lived in another state. For perhaps den hat They talk. six months I lived in a fool's And all the time the surface is all brightness and decorum. She Is especially nice to her husband and those two small boys; his two little girls can see no change in Daddy. His wife can, but, as I have men-tioned in this column before, the wife under these circumstances has no chance. If she goes into Jealous rages, everyone sympathizes with Rob and thinks she is acting dis-gracefully. If she holds her head high then and refuses to admit much less discuss, the affair, then the pronouncement is that Sally has always been a terribly cold, re-served sort of wife, and you can't blame poor Rob for looking for af-fection elsewhere. Must Pay Sooner or Later. But, if it is any consolation to the women who find themselves in Sally's position, the other woman never does get away with it. She may for awhile, but sooner or later she pays, and in the hundreds of cases of the sort that have come to my attention, it is interesting to note that for every moment of illicit bliss she steals, she pays in many dream, then I awakened and at-tempted to end the affair. But he was unwilling to have it at anything but fever height. "Meanwhile an old friend, a man who had loved me since babyhood, though I didn't know it came into our lives, and both my husband and myself took great pleasure in his constant company. Seven months ago my husband was killed In a motor accident, and George, the new-ol- d friend, asked me to marry him. It seemed to me only honorable to tell him of the affair with the musician, whom I will call Leo, especially as Leo was annoying me by taking it for granted he and I would be married. Sees No Happiness With Leo. "George thinks that I am morally obliged to marry Leo, even though his feeling for me and mine for him is the deepest our lives have ever known. Dignified, generous and noble in all his ideas, affectionate and tender and sympathizing, yet he feels that it would clear the matter up to have me marry Leo, even if I immediately afterward sued for a hours of humiliation or embarrass- divorce. ment. Humiliation if the man pres-ently writes her a manly, honest letter telling her that he loves her as much as ever but that out of con-sideration for dear little Sally, it must all stop. She knows full well as she reads the eloquent lines that he has stopped loving her entirely, and that the time to consider dear brave little Sally was some years earlier. But she has to accept the rebuff, the lessened respect of her friends, her husband's quiet half-amuse- d scorn, and her own lowered self-estee- Painful all 'round. The alternative is almost worse; embarrassment This is what she experiences when she is tired to death of the affair, bored to tears by Sally Brown's stupid husband, furious at herself for having written those poetic, playful, adoring letters that he so treasures and quotes, and at her wits' end to get rid of the man. But no, he will go on tele-phoning and writing and reproach-ing her gently for a change of mood, and trying to work up quarrels and reconciliations in the old way, and pleading for dates that she sim-ply can't and won't give him. Bored, Turns to Music and Love. Her is a letter from Elisa Davis of Boston, who finds herself in a "My children actively dislike Leo and love George. He has been 'Uncle George' to them, closer than ever their father was. This dis-gusting situation has driven me out of my senses, I am thin and nervous and cannot eat nor sleep, and I ask your advice. Could Leo sue. me, or subject me to any publicity if I married George? Is George right in asking me to sacrifice my own and my children's future by mar-riage with a penniless musician? In what way could Leo give this story to the scandal-monger- s if he liked? George is a politician with a future before him. Would rumors of my affair affect his career? I em going mad over the whole af-fair and will await your answer with the utmost anxiety." No, I don't think Leo could make much trouble, and whatever gossip he started would presently die away. Certainly a temporary mar-riage isn't the answer, and George should not exact it Your only course is to tell Leo once and for all that the affair is over, and hope that George loves you enough to de-cide, upon sober consideration, that he wants you anyway. And . this time try to maintain a somewhat higher standard as a wife. I gALAM It MAY V.N.U. Release lZLvJ J INSTALLMENT 15 1 THE 8TORY SO FAR: ....Cordon had built 'ranches. King was unscrupulous 'Iwne Bill RPer-- ' 'determined to TrR har8tlohrekj The slab door re-5h-ice of the sill; ft open 8 nolsy in with a sidewise ;fonce made room within for brought Roper d of Posfle .hot i him in the dark, nybody move!" tain nd flickering light I tit seemed to fill the vapM light, compared without. A darkness I upon by the . up, his clawed hand ut to gunbcIt lay ude table; but the reach-s- j empty In a continuous He man put up his hand. e bunks ranged along the From the first of these, earest the Are. a man nth his bands up; one of ;a! heavily bandaged, and notion carried Its sling tlon of nil iweetheart, Jody Gordon, and her father. After breaking Thorpe In Texas, Roper conducted a great raid upon Thorpe'i vast herds In Montana. Unable to reconcile her father with Rop-er, Jody set out with Shoshone Wilce to After that a full minute passed and stretched to a minute and a half. Evidently the outposts had been farther away from the cabin than Shoshone had calculated; but Roper heard none of them fire. He thought, "If I can keep them in-terested Just ten minutes more" Now a furiously ridden horse was coming up. Roper flattened him-self against the wall beside the open door, and waited until he heard Die man drop from his pony Just out-side. He stepped to the door, fired once; and a man crashed face down-ward upon the door sill itself to lie utterly motionless. With his boot Roper pushed the inert heap off the door sill, so that the door might be closed at need. Because there were only two more shots in his gun, he picked up one of the weapons he had collected, and checked its loading. "I'd stand real still if I was you," he warned the two who stood with their hands up. He fired one more shot between them, for purposes of general discipline. "I ought to kill you; maybe I will in a minute haven't decided yet." Now another horse was coming in fast; in another second or two it And him. Tu.? were attacked by ome of Thorpe'i men aiding In Roper1 ahack. Wilce esc.iwd. but Jody was captured. Roper was looking for Jody when he ac-- cidentally met W Ve. Together they pre- - ; pared to rescue her. ' utes passed. Shoshone Wilce kept his pony moving slowly up and down to prevent its stiffening up by too rapid a doling after its run. and Jody followed his example. "Listen here," Shoshone Wilce said at hst. He dropped his voice, and s;.f motionless. For a moment or tw, there was no sound there excert the rhythmic breathing of the hard-ru- n ponies. "I want to tell you something," Shoshone resumed, his voice low, husky, and strangely unsteady. "It looks like I run away and left you when your pony was shot down. I see now it looks like that. But I want you to know I didn't go to do nothing like that, Miss Gordon." "I know," she said, "it was the only" "I shouldn't have done It," Sho-shone said. "I wouldn't do it if I was doing it again. I figured I'd be more use to you if I could keep my horse on its feet. I figured I could best handle it like an Indian would pick 'em off one at a time, and make sure. But I'd do different If I had It to do again." "What else could you have possi-bly done? There wasn't any chance for anything else." "I should have stood and fought," Shoshone said. "Like he would have done." "It was better this way." Jody told him. "Don't you worry about it, Shoshone." Shoshone said vaguely, "I want you to tell him about it I want you to tell him I'd do different if I had it to do again." "Why don't you, tell him your-self?" "Maybe I wilL But if anything comes up so's I don't get the chance" "Of course I'll tell him." They fell silent, and after that a long time passed. Shoshone stopped walking his horse, and sat perfectly motionless close to the wall of the brush corral. The grey light in-creased, while they waited for what seemed an interminable time. It seemed to Jody that in a few minutes more they would have to admit that daylight was upon them; it seemed to her that an hour, two hours, had passed, instead of the half hour which Shoshone had dc cided they could wait But still Bill Roper did not come. "Do you suppose he could have ridden past?" Jody asked. :shone, whose heel had door shut behind him as a, made a headlong dive .cond of the three bunks, ttant the thing happened most dreaded, so that in ;lit fraction of a second :i were Irrevocably hurt one Wilce sprang, a gun t from within the shad-Ti- e blast of its explo-:agnifi- ed in the close quar-r- g the ears ringing in the itunned silence that fol- - :el of Shoshone's .45 had :onthe skull of the man in almost in the same in-t-shot was fired. A d, gripping a six-gu- ;jt over the side of the ixed slowly, and the six-- i the floor from long, dan-r- s. Shoshone Wilce held motionless for a moment iched. then straightened you hit?" -" Shoshone began. His ghastly and his voice qua-j- t when he had fully ed it steadied again into dead flatness as before, --i kind of scratch along Tin all right." Jody, is it you?" irdon had been curled up raer of deepest shadows, up now, white-face- her ii uncertain. Then ht caught the glint :stant tears which over-he-r eyes. thought they'd kill you!" her arms about his neck he swift impulse of a child, mouth. o nearest the table made movement toward the hol--' that lay there; Bill Roper a shot into the wall beside the man jerked backward. :;ne, can you ride?" as a curious strain in the :t Shoshone's voice. "I'm you." per caught up a sheepskin ; his free hand, and flung Judy's shoulders. "Get "I'd stand real still if I was you." would string into view around the corner of the cabin. Roper cast a quick glance to see that his capuves were where he thought they were. They had not moved. He dropped to one knee beside the door and fired twice quickly as a shape, dark on dark-ness, whirled around the corner of the cabin. That was all-- the end of the one-ma- n war he had started to cover the retreat of Shoshone. He never remembered the shock of the blow that downed him. All conscious-ness ended at once, as sharply as if cut off with a knife. He never knew which of the two men behind him sprang forward to smash him down; but he knew as knew anything at all. soon as he that a long time had passed-m- ore time than he could afford to lose. "No," Shoshone said, very low Ini his throat. When she could stand the suspense no more, Jody Gordon dismounted;; the inaction and the cold was stiff-ening her in the saddle, and now she led her pony while she stamped and1 swung her arms. She thought 'T" lead my pony five times around the outside of the corral. He'll be here by then; he must be here by then." She wondered, as she slowly led her pony around the circle marked by the walls of brush, what she would do if Roper did not come if Perhaps go on? he never came. Perhaps go back ... Jody Gordon was fighting back an overwhelming, impossible panic. She knew the cool, hard sufficiency whom Roper had of the men against pitted himself. From the standpoint of her father, who had turned against him she knew the unassuageable bitterness, the vast sinister male-volence which Roper had raised against himself by the miracles of the Texas Rustlers' War. If he were caught now in the grip of that malev-olence IttookaU herwill power to restrain herself from breaking into a run, or from mounting her pony and racing himwhere? Any place, if only her nerves could find expres-sion in action. But she forced her- - her Dony slowly, meas- - snapped. "Shoot free the and ride like hell! this!" He thrust the gun- - the tabl into Jody!s s. "I'll see you where said Shoshone, "if'it's the Wu, I'd rather hold them you ride with her." Me, I said! You" 'ell you, I --" Per bellowed at him, "You die?" " Shoshone said, in that riined, lifeless tone. He 's wrist, tore open the the hand that still held his ' as gone into the dark. were gone Bill Roper !!ening. Outside two shots foment apart, as Shoshone :'ed ponies free; then sound-crack- le of the ice crust ir hoofs as two horses and Roper knew one and Jody Gordon were 'Per estimated that he had :Cnds left Unhurriedly, he picked up the ;?Ped by the man in the !i thrust it in his own belt. l3t he collected three or four iaPns in a brief search that perfunctory, yet was effec-:Us- e of his own practiced of where a range rider is his gun. Xhese he kjcked lttle heap beside the door, would know where they wi'h the wouuaed arm ,;''y- "You'll never get out J've" he told Roper. f ildn'ti, CHAPTER XXI Nobody but an old range rider could have located in the dark the brush corral where Shoshone Wilce Gordon were supposed to and Jody wait for Bill Roper. What would problem by day-light have been a simple became a test ol in darkness scouting ability and cowman s in-stinct. Yet somehow, by the throw of the land, and by his deep knowl-edg- e of the habits of thought of cow. Wilce nosed out hat men. Shoshone circular corral of brush, in a dark-nes- s thick that he was uncertain so until he he had found the landmark had touched it with h.s hands line of grey was already bearing on the rim of the world, was calling rauc LVsomfwVere in the scrub pine daylight already," It's almost Jody Gordon said, fcarinhervo.ee he "If he doesn't come soon- -if doesn't come " said "We'll wait half an hour. "And then?" got to go on. "I !,(! Not if he doesn't come. We'll have to go bacK. we t0"Hes'aid go on. We have to d Shoshone's vo.ee hp said" fierce whisper, dropped to a curious ember "Whatever happens yu ' uring her strides while the daylight increased. completed the cir-cuit Then as she of' the corral, and came again to where Shoshone's pony stood, she Shoshone Wilce no longer Srthe saddle. At first she thought tied his pony and walked awlyTbut as she came nearer she hat the little man was down saw huddled against the in the snow, ough brush of the corral barrier forward, calling out Jody sprang hiSheaXrang forward, calling out and there was a meaning-less his name, nightmarish quarter of reared backward (0 while her pony and had to be qu.eted before she Ie ,.Xt bright trickle of red triced line from the corner Shifmouth. crookedly across hi. chin. ifthfugly panic that swept her ? seconds before she iS'tS comprehend that Sh, orry about that, was I KPer said. He slammed f ormless shot over the I interestingly close L n alp. He needed a rt'Und of action at toe JLk outposts in, so fa.!"' and Jody Gordon j eir chance to get clear. Reading Creatively There are three classes of read-ers; some enjoy without judg-ment; and some there are who judge while they enjoy, and enjoy while they judge. The latter class reproduces the work of art on which it is engaged. Its numbers are very small. Goethe. |