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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH : 1 TIPS to hardeners t added burden on E Sowers by asking them E to conditions to which f not suited. Flowers are L of humans. Some thrive ! rl;ct climates. Others, f'the centuries, have to intensive fin flowers, for instance, 1 t crown successfully in f Jatively cool, semi-shade- d If you have such spots yard, don't plant your for petunias there. -- If the following will prov Satisfactory, according to 'A joy, flower expert: m, clarkia, coleus, furn, Psy. "lendula and Inerennials-Engl- ish daisy, columbine, myosotis, t William and viola. L ijVe in drouthy sections if Vour flower beds are on lined soil in full sun, try lowing: Annuals abronia, fru I ' alyssum procumbens, calliopsis, candytuft, :.T f0ur o'clock, lupin texen-Suni- a, portulaca, sunflower, I, and zinnia; perennials fis and hollyhock. By ELINOR MAXWELL 0 ARCADIA HOUSE PUBLICATIONS WNTJ SERVICE I the heap of lost hopes. When your first story came in, I went about telling everybody in the office I'd made a find; but, later, when I read Their Son' and Concernlng Anne,' I was a little stymied, as you would say. I thought I'd fallen down as a hunting dog in search of rare game. Now, I believe I'm about to be vindicated." Mary smiled at him. "Your Ilk-in- g my outline's made me forget everything else in the worldl I'm going to get busy on It the minute I reach home." CHAPTER XIII Mary wrote all that evening, and far into the morning. Now freed of "Perhaps I'll be able to do better work now. I'm to have Aunt Llnnie's apartment while she and Leila are on the cruise, and I shan't be going out at all." "Well, that ought to help." replied dryly. "Have you written anything since I last saw you?" She raised her eyes to him. "I haven't exactly written anything," she finally said, "but I've formed an idea for a new story, and I've typed the outline." "Got it with you? . . . Here's Ben with our shrimps." "Yes, I have It here In my purse. I thought perhaps you that you might . . ." "Let me see it," said Buchanan. Mary took the two typed pages from her purse, and silently handed them to him. He unfolded the sheets, and. with a shrimD Doised CHAPTER XH-Cont- inued 12 Leila took the yellow slip from Mary's hand, and read Balianci's farewell to arms. "It's just what I expected would happen," she com-mente- "after the little talk he and I had last night" "Little talk? When? Where?" Lelia told Mary of the previous night's conversation. Mary was silent for a second; then in a low voice, "I was terribly depressed last night, Lelia. Jerome Taylor had just asked me to go to Florida with him, and I was so shocked, so stunned by it all, that when I came home and found Bali-an-here . . ." "Oh, Mary! I tried to tell you about Taylor, too! He's been noth-ing but a roue all of his life!" Mary leaned back against her pil-low, her eyes closed. "I've been an awful fool, Lelia," she confessed. have left him. Did you get my note? Are you lunching with me Saturday?" "Yes. I . . ." "All right. That's fine. I'll be waiting for you at the Brevoort at one." And without the formality of a good-by- , he hung up. Mary regarded, for an instant, the telephone Instrument still clutched in her hand; then, "with a smile, placed it slowly on its hook. "Well," she told herself, "he certainly doesn't waste words! Maybe that's because he has to pay five cents apiece for them when he buys them!" Aunt Linnie and Lelia were being speeded on their way. A noisy crowd had come to the boat to see them off, and cocktails were being drunk; hasty kisses exchanged. Their state-room, with the double beds, and yel-- the loathsome complex that she must marry somebody, now spurred on to new literary ambitions by Phil-lip Buchanan's approval of her out-line, and temporarily relieved of financial worries, she had started her novel with a light heart and a clear head. Phil Buchanan had giv-en her any number of valuable sug-gestions; she remembered them all, and put them into execution. Situation after situation presented Itself, and satisfactorily worked out Word after word. Page after page. "Storm on the Mountain" was com-ing to life! Physically exhausted, yet mental-ly elated to an almost abnormal degree, Mary glanced at the chromi-um and blue timepiece on the man-tel. It was three o'clock In the morn-ing. "Perhaps I'd better stop," she told herself. "Mr. Buchanan said not in mid-air- , hurriedly began to scan them. Several minutes of silence fol-lowed; then Phil Buchanan looked across the table at her. "You have something there, Mary," he said quietly. "You've really found your-self. That's an excellent plot hu-man, realistic, different enough to be fairly new." "You really think It'll make a good story?" "Not a good short story. Not a story for The National Weekly. But material for a novel" "Oh," Mary replied, crestfallen. "I supposed it was too involved for a short short, but I'd hoped it'd please you sufficiently to . . ." "Yes, darling, you have," Leila agreed unfiatteringly. "I wouldn't mention any of this to Linnie. We're sailing day after tomorrow. There's no need for her to be told. And now you'll be able to settle down to writing." "Oh, I wouldn't think of telling Aunt Linnie ever! But, Lelia, I'm afraid my writing's gone on the rocks. I'm just no good at it, that's all." "Don't say that, Mary. Nobody could write under the conditions that have been smothering you for the past two months. Wait till Linnie and I sail. You'll have the apart-ment to yourself then, darling; and you won't be seeing any more of Baliancl and Jerome Taylor." "Maybe you're right, Lelia. May-be this is my chance to to do my stuff! In lact, I was working up a plot while lying here waiting for f you to wake up.' Within an hour after the and Le-lia had finished breakfast, Mary had written her father a letter, secured a money-orde- r, and posted them to-gether to HawkinsvUle. Judge and Mrs. Byfield were giv-ing a farewell lunch for Aunt Linnie at one, but there were several hours to spend between now and then, and Mary decided to walk to Central Park, sit on a bench, and make a mental outline of the plot which had conceived itself in her mind earlier that morning. The air was brisk, and a mid-Marc- h sun shone valiantly through the clouds. Invigorated by her walk, happy beyond words to have sent her father a money-orde- r of such substantial proportions, relieved though humiliated by the outcome of last night's happenings, she soon found a bench on a quiet path in the park, and sat down to think. "Imitation of an author creating a plot," she told herself sarcastically; but, nevertheless, found that a story was actually brewing In her mind. Finally, so enthralled by its Intrica-cies, and wishing to set down its situations in black and white, she Aunt Linnie and Lelia were be-ing speeded on their way. low silk curtains bedecking the port-holes, was filled to capacity with flowers and books, boxes of candy and baskets of fruit. Lelia, looking swank In a Jaunty hat of dark blue and suit of blue to match, pulled Mary to one side. Three Incomparable orchids perched gaily on one lapel of her jacket "Mary," she whispered, "I simply must tell someone! Jim sent these orchids to me!" She was dewy-eye- d with excitement; lovelier than Mary had ever seen her. Aunt Linnie caught Mary In her embrace. "Good-by- , Mary, my dear little girL Have a good time, dar-ling, and write your silly little head completely off, if you like. But re-member, my dear. Aunt Linnie still thinks you're far, far too pretty to get yourself in a dither about plots." Phil Buchanan was sitting at a table near a glass door in the Bre- - "It pleases me enormously," Bu-chanan broke in. "It's great stuff, but we never publish serials and that's what this should develop into. After that, book publication. After that, Hollywood production, perhaps. You know, Mary, there are far big-ger opportunities for this tale than mere publication in The National Weekly. Now, if your style of writ-ing Just measures up to the grand plot you've conceived, you'll have a sure-fir- e hit on your hands." "But won't it take me ages to write a full-leng- novel?" Mary asked, thinking of the matter of working against time of making money in a hurry. "Not necessarily," Buchanan re-plied. "Your outline having been created will facilitate matters; and you say your aunt and Lelia Orms-b- y have flitted to the South, and you'll have the apartment to your-self for several weeks." Mary nodded. "At least four. Maybe longer. They're thinking of leaving the ship at Jamaica, if they find they like it awfully well, and staying there a while." "Well, even four weeks is a lot of time, if you'll only make the best of it," Phil said, looking ridiculously serious, businesslike and boyish all at once. "Make up your mind to cut out the frivolity. Go to bed early Get up early. Stick to your type-writer at least six hours a day, and forget New York's a swell town In which to have a good time." "Maybe I can do it!" Mary ex-claimed, too excited to eat "May-be I really can do it!" "And maybe Aunt Linnle'll decide to lengthen her stay In the West In-dies!" Buchanan offered lazily. "If she does, well so much the better! You haven't touched your food, Mary. Go on and eat! Don't ever, no matter what happens, let genius spoil your appetite!" "I am rather excited," Mary con-fessed, and cut into her steak. "So am I." "You?" Phil grinned at her. "Because my first glowing opinion of your ability hasn't had to be thrown into to write too long at a stretch In the beginning, or my thoughts would go sluggish on me. And I've been at it since eight o'clock last night!" She piled her typed sheets togeth-er in numerical succession, covered her typewriter, and turned out the lights. Everything could be left Just as it was, ready for work on the coming day. The next few days flew swiftly by, undisturbed by outside Interests, the apartment devoid, hour after hour, of all sound except for the tap-ta- p of Mary's typewriter. Then, on Wed-nesday morning, came a telephone call from Phillip Buchanan. "Thought I'd call up and see how you're getting on with Storm on the Mountain,' " he said without preamble. "Oh, hello, Mr. Buchanan," Mary returned. "Why, I believe It's go-ing along fairly well. I've finished four chapters." "What? Really? Well, I'd call that swell! I'd like to read them." "Would you honestly?" "Yes, I want to see if you've Intro-duced your characters properly, and if you're bringing out the high spots of those opening chapters with the force that you should. Are you doing anything tonight? Will you have dinner with me, and go over the chapters afterwards?" Mary hesitated. "Go over the chapters?" But where? She couldn't read them to him in a restaurant! Did he mean Aunt Llnnie's apart-ment or his own? And would her mother approve? Yet, this was New York, not Hawkinsville, and it would be silly and provincial to go "pris-sy" on this man who usually acted as if he positively disliked her. "Yes," she finally replied, "I'd like to have dinner with you tonight, and it's generous of you to want to help me with the noveL" "All right," Buchanan replied. "I'll tell Spike to scare up some-thing for us to eat, and I'll drop around for you at seven." And as usual, he hung up without the formality of a good-by- . (TO BE CONTINUED) extracted a pencil from her purse, and began making notes on the cov-ering of a package of face powder she had just bought When Mary hastily glanced at her watch it was a quarter past twelve! The morning had flown by as if on wings. She leapt from the bench, and started swiftly towards Aunt Llnnie's apartment, eight blocks away. She must dress and be at the Colony by one. The luncheon lasted, as might have been expected, until half past three. Mary sat grudgingly through it all. She was impatient to be off, to get to work; but she, Aunt Llnnie's niece, of all people, could not be the first to make a move, Finally, by mutual consent, the par- - voort cafe when Mary arrived. He saw her, looking very spring-like and smart in her green wool suit as she approached his table. "Hello there," he said, rising from his chair as if the action were some-thing of an effort. "You're late. I thought you'd stood me up, or what-ever the expression is. Sit down. And what'll you have to drink? I've just meandered through three high-balls." "Nothing, thank you," Mary re-turned, sitting down. "I had to gol-lo- p up an 'old fashioned' while bid-ding my aunt and Lelia bon voyage. They sailed for the West Indies at noon, and, naturally, quite a party was held in honor of their depar-ture. Then, everybody seemed to think we ought to wave to them till ty came to an end. Mary, Jjaving made her proper adieux all around, started toward the apartment on foot. She felt dulled from having eaten so much food in the middle of the day, and she wanted exercise in the fresh air to put her mind back on a working basis. Once home, she took a shower, and slipped into her woolly bath-robe. "I believe I'll call up Mr. Buchanan," she said to herself as the icy water from the shower poured over her body. "He's willing to see me again and talk over my literary work, and now that a plot is actually percolating through my mind, it might be best to accept that luncheon invitation for Saturday." Ten minutes later, she was on the telephone, Miss Hickenlooper at the other end. "Miss Hickenlooper,' she began, that feeling of inferiority which the woman's voice always in-spired in her now flooding through her mind, "this is Mary Loring. May I would it be possible for me to talk to Mr. Buchanan for a mo-ment?" It was, apparently, not so difflcUit, after all, for within a very brief moment. Phil Buchanan's voice said. "Hello. Mary Loring! How are you?" "I'm all right," Mary replied, her having returned. "How's Oscar?" "Oscar's swell now. All his heaves they'd practically disappeared from view. That's why I'm late." Phil grinned at her. "All right, Miss Mary Loring. All is forgiven: Now let's order some food. I haven't had nourishment for hours." Their order given, Phil got out his usual crushed package of cigarettes, and offered Mary one. "No," she replied. "I can't smoke and think right now; and I gathered from your letter that you wanted to give me a proper call-dow- n today." Buchanan regarded her with amused eyes. "Yes, I do." "Well, go ahead! I'm prepared for the worst! The stuff I've been hand-ing in is tripe. You're disappointed in me and . ." "Yes, I'm disappointed in you, but I still have enough faith In your ability to want you to keep on try-ing. Listen those last two stories were trash! You've fallen down terribly since you did "At Sea.' In fact, it's hard to believe the same person wrote Their Son and "Co-ncerning Anne.1 What's the matter, Mary? Been too busy running around New York? You know, you can't be a socialite and an author at the same time." Mary looked down at the table, the dark curtain of her eyelashes hiding the tears that were near the surface. "I hate him." she was thinking, stung by his words, yet maybe he's right. Maybe he s try Aloud, she said. ing to help me!" Star IDut "k Tracing Resemblances "k For the Cause of Art k Indians Above Par ' I ny Virginia Vole GENE MARKEY, the 20th - Fox producer, may have thought that Metro made a mistake when it abandoned "I Take This Wom-an" as Hedy LaMarr's sec-ond American-mad- e picture. Certainly he liked the idea of taking that woman, to be his lawful wedded wife. Oddly enough, there's a strong resemblance be-tween the new Mrs. Markey and the first one, Joan Bennett, as Joan ap-pears In her brunette wig In "Trade Winds." And there'll probably be a resemblance In the setting of "Trad Winds" and the next picture in which Hedy LaMarr stars "Lady of the Tropics," in which Robert Taylor will be her leading man. This business of tracing resem-blances can go on and on forever. Old timers can try to find one be-tween the clamorous Hedy and that f; I' ' n HEDY LA MARK glamour girl of an earlier day, Bar-bara LaMarr (surely there couldn't have been a thought of Barbara in the mind of the person who suggest-ed "LaMarr" when the lovely Vien-nese Mrs. Markey was choosing a name for her American career!). Believe It or not, Merle Oberon had her face washed with kerosene the other day. The same thing hap-pened to Laurence Oliver and David Niven, and all in the cause of art. Not that the makeup man had anything against them. Kerosene, when mixed with paraffin and heat-ed slightly, provides a quick-dryin- g spray which dries white, so that he who gets sprayed looks as if frost had appeared on hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. With the cops and robbers cycle waning, motion picture producers are certainly taking to playing cow-boys and Indians in a great big way. Paramount has three big westerns scheduled for this spring and sum-mer "Geronimo." "Buffalo Bill" and "The Lives of a Texas Ranger," a sequel to "Texas Ranger." There's going to be a premium on Indians in the Hollywood studios, first thing anybody knows. Late Fashion News For You Who Sew HpHE smartest kind of dress for runabout, as becoming as it is practical, is yours if you use No, 1717 to make it. The button-dow- n, the-fro- nt style is extremely popu-lar. This dress, too, has lines that make your figure look slim and youthful. The skirt is slim over the hips, high at the waist, and full at the hem. The shirred bod-ice and wide-shoulder- sleeves give you a softly rounded look. Make this dress of flat crepe, silk print or sheer fabrics. Three-in-On- e Frock. Here's a clever design that gives you three different fashions Li witel First of all, No. 1C85 is a charming little kimono-sleeve- d frock with a flattering, tiny waist. And with it comes a little bolero (that you can wear with other frocks, too) and a tie-arou-apron- skir- t, fastened with a bow in the front. Wear it any one of three ways alone, with the bo-lero, or with both the bolero and apron-skir- t. For this, choose silk print, flat crepe, taffeta, thin wool, and combinations of two contrast-ing fabrics. No. 1717 is designed for sizes 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46 and 48. With long sleeves, size 38 requires 4 yards of 39 inch material. With short sleeves, 2Vi yards. No. 1685 is designed for sizes 14, 16, 18, 20 and 40. Size 16 requires 3Vs yards of 35 or 39 inch fabric for the dress; Vh yards for the' bolero; 2ys yards for the apron-skir- t. New Spring Pattern Book. Send 15 cents for Barbara Bell's Spring Pattern Book! Make your own smart new frocks for street, daytime and afternoon, with these simple, carefully planned designs! It's chic, it's easy, it's economical, to sew your own. Each pattern Includes a step-by-st-ep sew chart to guide beginners. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., 149 New Montgomery Ave., San Francisco, Calif. Patterns 15 cents (in coins) each. How Women 01 TSieir 40's ii Attract Men food Advice for a woman during her lusutlly from 38 to 62), who lean be her appeal to men, who worries lot Sashes, loaa of pep, dizzy spells, Irves and moody spells, lore fresh air, 8 hrs, sleep and if yon fad general system tonic take Lydia pirn's Vegetable Compound, roads If or tTOTju-n- . It help Natura build ol resistance, thus helps give more f to enjoy life and assist calming Serves and disturbing symptoms that fcompany change of Ufa. WELL TKY1NGI i k'- lemons? MBoth contain a factor helps contribute to alkaline reserve. LUDEN'S 5' MENTHOL COUOH DROPS .1ST! TRUTH ABOUT SINGFAT I YORK- - N. Y. Id test by a ' Y. physician and nationally w ptwspaper woman 25 women lost "" f 286 lbs. in 40 days. YOU, too, this SAME, SENSIBLE plan ?? home and here it is: f til go light on fatty meats and plentifully of lean meats, fish, jsh fruits and vegetables. And for fractioning by removal of accumu-pslc- s take a half teaspoon ful of ( m hot water every morning. PISS A MORNING. Krnschen l "flit lice m U. S. A. from frnRlish formula. Is Important! Krnschen Is ym'Bl. It is not Just one salt as fPle irnorantly believe. Bather irnd of 6 active minerals, which PMIved In water make a health- ful drink similar to highly erT- -f waters where wealthy women f 'or years. A Jar of Krnsehea Ii ? w and asts 6 weeks. I'd wVT"' some Kumotion! MAKE MIM) YOU'LL STICK to the fn tor M days and jost sec if f' lose fat a,,d fed healthier and rr0here?a Kruschea at d8" H 12--39 BULBOUS? Hart) la Amazing Hellef for Condition Due to Sluggish Bowels sfriP'V Bo mild. UiorouKO, re freshing. Invigorating. Depenuabls relief from sick beao'arhes, bilious epella, tired feeling when awndated with constipation. tai:si.nir Dirtr K''t a 25o box of NR from yonr Ii IlilU lil KIS& droKXlst. Make the teat then If not delighted, return the boi to us. W will refund ths purchase .mbbVMS8jisbsskw PperitcNe.BTTahbalett'ss fair. Tr5Mfi'n, today. Q JM WMfpf QUICK RELIEF hJiiM&ih FOR ACID 'Cllfllgp INDIGESTION I imiiiLiiawaBjesssj 2--, ' pint piiSnl No. 61 PWl QUART No. 60 fJ PINT JMMi Of CLASSIFIED ADVERTISING aaa Have you any-thing around the house you would like to trade or sell? Try a classified ad. The cost is only a few 1 cents and. there are I prohably a lot of folks looking for just j whatever it is you no 8 longer have use for. Warn of Disordered I Kidney Action lM'b,,rth iu hurr "J "', P'or-lL- T-u 'TP'0!' tini and l kS hy Mrin n the work FotW; nd 'o filter excess add L ""Pum'es from ths u(-- t rinf Such?1?; nreln bsckaeha, Mrvn,,. n'mg feel constantly ffi d ,,? freuni urination. Hto Vk of poisonous ry Irirt I ,re nt'soptlc to the MdthV; d Und 10 f'iev irrita- - dL1mmen, boon's. ' FETY TALKS) About Your Safety? 3U know all the rules about ing rubbers when it rains, linel undies in the winter, ifjyou don't sleep in a draft, rjobably take pretty good ) M. your health. But how Tour safety? National Safety council re-ti- at from the age of three o 21, accidents kill more (both sexes) than any dis-- ; from the age of three years Occidents kill more males iy disease. g males of all ages only Misease claims more vic-ia- n accidents 301.6 of O males die of heart dis-- s tach year while accidents "1.8. Among the ladies, six is rank above accidents as je of fatalities. They are tldisease, cancer, cerebral rlhage, pneumonia and I nephritis. 1 Meaning of Poverty "ty does not mean the pos-o- f little, but. the nonpos-o- f much. Antipater. Fower of Song He who sings scares away his woes. Cervantes. Dogs Learn Easily to Solve Problems Of Great Variety of Would-B- e Masters Then there were fashion shows and other special occasions where an individual or a group needed a spirited pup for show purposes. 01 course the bulk of the shop's busi-ness is in training dogs for obedi-ence, for protection or for show purposes. But the rental trade has grown rapidly. Each dog is trained to obey the person holding the leash, but the dogs seem to know their business and soon learn their temporary masters. When one Job Is done the dog can go along to a new master without difficulty. One big St Bernard has an un-usual job, at the-- rate of $50 a month. The dog used to be a kidnap guard, but today he reclines behind a bar in a tavern, trained to jump at the throat of the next person who en-ters the place and shouts "hands up!" This may sound very strange, but it's true, none the less, and you can stop off at the little place on St. Clair street and rent a dog for any possible purpose, relates Jerry Greene in the Chicago Daily News. You can rent a dog, and a fancy one, for a stroll along the avenue on a nice Sunday afternoon. You can hire a bird dog for a day's hunting and you can name your breed. You can get a dog to keep around the house for a couple of weeks to impress somebody one Chicago business man rents dogs to show his friends how well he can handle animals. You can rent a dog to watch a car, a baby or a wife if necessary. This all began five years ago, and today the man whose grandfather established the training kennels, where the dogs are rented, claims to be the only person In the United States who does a commercial busi-ness in The commercial photographers began it. They demanded dogs to pose for advertising photographs. Now a dog draws from $23 to $100 for posing for a portrait. Then the kidnaping scare came along, and people began to want to rent watch dog Frugality Ljality embraces all other ero. Men Carried Muffs During the Seventeenth century, men carried muffs of all sorts, and in all classes from the barrooms to the French and English courts. They hung them around their necks or buttoned them to a waistcoat. 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