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Show Jig OH FVFQ I l O KATHLEEN NORRIS-W- NU SERVICB ' TJ rhSBhf a laushf'd- - disagreeably. Her were still scarlet iSn'' What h3I shed. "Sheila." said Mrs. Mc Cann. suppose that Judge Mc Cann I said and le tins to you and Peter: 'You each other, you've been thinking about each other for months. Today was to have been Peter's wedding day. Well, have It so. Be married quietly this afternoon, right here in church on Lexmgton-w- e'll have a httle party afterward, to celebrate the first weddin' " There were tears in her shining eyes. She wiped them away and went on, still holding Peter's hand still patting it gently. "Then you go off to Pittsburgh I ve a brother there; Judge Mc Cann had him on the telephone this morn-ing. Peter, my brother, has a big foundry there, and he'll find a job for Pete. He'd seen the newspaper story and he was so nice about it, wasn't he Papa? And of course, you and Peter not being able to manage on what he'd earn, why, we'd see to that part of it. "I talked to Peter about this, this morning," she concluded, with a glance at her son's attentive face. "Tell Sheila what you think, dear." "Why. I think It's the best way out of it. Gert's gone to her grand- - and straighten It out, and I've no doubt" He stopped and sighed. "I've no doubt, in His goodness, that God'll make it all clear to us," he said. Mrs. Mc Cann freed her hand from Peter's long enough to find a handkerchief and wipe her eyes. Frank, standing on the heart-rug- ! looked down on them all in turn. A coal fire was sleepily burning in the grate; outside the heavy velvet curtains at the win-dows and the rich lace curtains that were crossed inside them the quiet holiday morning had clouded over and snow was beginning gently to fall. The heaviness and shadow out of doors seemed to make only more luxurious and handsome this comfortable sitting-room- , with its books and chairs and firelight. "Did Frank tell ye what Casserly reported?" Judge Mc Cann opened the talk by asking. "That was after I got home last night, Pop. I didn't know that when I was at Carscaddens'," Frank said. "That's right, too. Casserly came here," said the judge In his mild, fatherly way, "with a report on the Columbus Avenue place." "If they're a bunch of liars," Pe-ter spoke up angrily and suddenly, "That's nothing to me! Why do you take what a bunch of liars says for Gospel? You didn't expect to get the truth out of them, did you?" nued 111 X paper had had a fand Peter on the looked perfectly ld travel-crumple- ,lr like the scared, 1. And under this fbeen, "Love Birds dits, Not Wedlock. , telegrams a Hoax. L Twelve" the line Zt had been. And 'J story on page ln absolutely true. a belle of the i dare-dev- il second inown judge, whose ,Ld caused his fam-s- 0 much concern a Jhad appeared at a jrly on Monday eve-i- d the following nt Francis X. ilooUeggers, abduc-;owe- d. The young juspaper continued, 'from home since Sat-- I been something of led their marriage, j announcement of it I by Miss Carscad-in- d by Judge and jfc Cann. ler Neely and his living early at the irtment to discuss exclaimed and a strange city and a new job She laughed suddenly, mirthlessly. "This seems very funny to me!" she said. "Sheila, dear," Mrs. Mc Cann said, in remonstrance and distress, "you mustn't think we're trying to corner you, dear, or to trap you! Judge Mc Cairn and I talked this over all day yesterday, almost all night last night. We want to do what's fair to you. This seemed to us the fairest thing, the thing you'd want to do! Surely surely if you and Peter are fond enough of each other to have remembered each oth-er all these months, to have made an engagement with each other only a few days before he was to have been married, surely then it was natural that we should think that this plan would please you both." "And admit that we were lying!" Sheila exclaimed, angrily. "Aw, Sheila, pull yourself togeth-er!" Joe said, unsympathetically. "Dear child, we were only think-ing of you," Mrs. Mc Cann protest-ed, in a hurt voice. "I thank you all!" Sheila said, in a loud, hard voice. "But it isn't necessary toto sacrifice your son on my account!" Suddenly she was shaking with rage such as she had not known since very small, schoolgirl days. She walked out of the room, with her head up, and out of the house. No one attempted to stop her; or, if anyone did, she was too blind, too deaf, to know it. Down the brownstone steps, that were being gently powdered with snow, she went quickly. The cool, pure air of the silent holiday noon-time smote her hot checks refresh-ingly. Timid little flakes fell all about her, her footsteps were soft-ened in the thin covering of the snow. At the corner she turned back, looked at the street. She was not being followed, there was not a hu-man being in sight. Instinctively she had turned to-ward the subway, and home. But on the way she passed, on Lexing-ton Avenue, a shabby, d doorway. Almost every obscure ac-tivity known to the business world was housed in this old building; a passport photographer, a stuffer of dead animals, a dressmaker whose ambitious sign of "Modes" had been crossed by a humbler notice, "Chil-dren's school uniforms at cost." A dancing teacher had the top floor; a mender of broken china was some-where upstairs. The second floor was given over to "Mrs. O'Connor's Fa-mous Employment Bureau." And against her particular sign Mrs. O'Connor had tucked cards. "Four wanted. Girls, good money!" and "Child's nurse wanted, lovely family right near city." Sheila stood reading these cards, her breast smoldering. They were all against her, the Mc Canns, and Joe, and Ma. Everyone. Even Frank had smiled as he handed her over to Peter to Peter, who had departed from Sheila's dreams for-ever, who was less to her now than that casual clerk "fr'm the office," who had been waiting for "Misther Frank," in the Mc Canns' hallway. "It wouldn't be open on a holi-day," Sheila reflected, looking up the dank, uninviting stairway that lurched toward "Mrs. O'Connor's Famous Employment Bureau." "Here's what'll decide it," she He...'. ...sfiAtm "Casserly saw the marks of where the kids had jumped out of the back lib'ary window," Judge Mc Cann continued. "And he saw the door where they come into the studio-ha- nd me that paper, Frank." He glanced at a paper which his eldest son picked from the table and handed him. "There's an artist, Joseph Bertin, and his wife and baby, lives in that studio," he said mildly, scrutinizing the paper. "They've been there a year; the restaurant feller, Tony, knows the both of them well. She was out at church Saturda' night, but he was there. "His statement is that a young couple came runnin' down his stairs, laughin and covered with snow, and that they got their breath and told him the way they'd been thrapped, and with that went on, he knows not where!" He stopped. Everyone looked at Peter, who shrugged, tossing his head, and at Sheila. "That's all a he," Sheila said firmly. "Well, well" the judge said, making a little clicking noise with tongue and teeth. He laid the paper aside. "That ends that," he said. CHAPTER XI "Peter," his mother began gen-tly, "had you only come to me and told me, dearl Gertrude would have gladly let you off. You could have been married rightly, with all of us there" "Judge Mc Cann." Sheila said, "you don't believe that Peter and I kitchen until to murder !the is why to Peter Mc had lamented, (gain, in her wonder-ijic- e. "You knew he Jrry Gertrude Keane papers." i scads, for one tho was slow-witte-mat, Neely?" Sheila dangerous voice, lely had explained, I ran away with b father had lots of " Lizzie had taken i aintive tones, "why if? You hardly knew ire," Sheila had an-els- e would I?" o," Joe had said is point. And the rd out, anxious and Ic Cann house, i had said in the hall, persistent voice, "I'd to the Mc Canns' !lly use!" had said briefly. ked Lizzie; usually fer father had a big fss where Neely is a wonderful wife Ve could be very fun-fjth- e funerals of her way her Uncle Jim I had to change his tut todav she had "Why, but Peter knows perfect-ly well what happened!" mother she's off me for life!" Pe-ter said gruffly. Sheila stared at him in blank amazement, moved her gaze to Frank. Her eyes went to every face in the circle in turn. She looked at Mrs. Mc Cann, gently persua-sive, at the judge, who was watch-ing her keenly, with a half-frow- at Peter, flushed and stirred and hero-ic, and at her own brother, who had been alertly following all the ujithnnt himself takine anv Saybe, on account of tdden ?" she had JAt which Mrs. Cars-pwere- d for herself, fie, there's a good jlhdrawn with tears in ):e, Sheila and their frne on their sepa- - 1 house, when they .ed very large and formidable, and the iwhen the obviously fipathetic Mamie ad-qui- te overwhelmed P with its magnifl-IP- t close to Joe, her I the great curve of lit!) its stained glass J Palms, the rugs and iarthes of the door-frmo- us chairs that fhey ar're!" she ob-fsp- I1 came in with Pe-- f nan came forward I nothing constrained or voice, and what I accomplish in the ns he did. natural-p-. and they all sat I Came in with his fracious, gentle worn-f- st vsit looked older ;.pale and she had lips said "Mrs. as she I'n.d,"Sheila'' no at be seen close to I f it against neg; I1" she looked iSS"? of love when she i h :Tle, back at le!TM!;S-,Carscadde-lrt" f aU this has iflf'se said se- - we mustn't say L;at. we'll I 'his matter ran ofr to Boston and got marnea by a justice of the peace!" "Not if you say you didn't, dear," he answered in a troubled tone. "Well, I do say we didn't! I say we were taken up to Connecticut somewhere in a truck, and kept there ..." "Well, well," the judge said, soothingly, "then I'll believe you. But here" he went on. "Look here a minute. You and Pete here met last summer, didn't you?" "At Tiller's Beach, on Labor Day." "And you liked each other very much?" "We did." "He asked you to marry him, didn't he?" "We only knew each other that one day" Sheila stammered, un-able to move her eyes from those of her Interlocutor. "Only knew each other that one day, but you liked each other?" "We might have," Sheila said with an effort. "That is, I thought we might have. But we didn't see each other again." "Why was that?" "Because Peter lost the paper with my name on it" Sheila managed a fleeting glance at Peter; looked back. "I didn't know," she said, "that Peter was rich was a rich man's son. I thought he was just-j- ust like the other boys." The artlessness of it made a sud-den onslaught upon her hearers. "Well, what if you had?" the judge began, clearing his throat, and Mrs. Mc Cann said quickly, "What difference would that make, Papa?" "No difference at all!" Paul Mc Cann said. "And there's where ye both were so stupid," he added, feelingly. "Why didn't ye come to us and tell us the truth? Sheila comes in here, play-acti- " "The boy sees her, poor and piti-ful, as we thought she was then," the man continued. "And all his love for her comes back. There's love at first sight, as we well know, don't we, Mamma?" "We do, Paul," agreed Mrs. Mc Cann. "We work it out that he's prom-ised to Gertrude, but he meets Shei-la, their plans are laid, and off he goes with his true love!" the judge concluded the story. "That's the way it looked." he added, placatingiy. part in them. Her mother's face she reached last; the look of out-raged suspicion that the familiar countenance had worn through the entire morning was slightly soft-ened now. Mrs. Carscadden was not mollified, but she was interested at least in the thought of this unexpect-ed solution. Sheila turned to Frank, who was studying her with his odd, grave half-smil- Frank, so comfortably secure In his own wedding plans" "But I don't love Peter!" she stammered. Mrs. Mc Cann interposed in a soothing tone, as if she were speak-ing to a small refractory child: "But Peter loves you very much, Sheila, and he never would permit-a- nd his father and I never could approve-- of your going on, after all this, with such a stain on your name. There'd be no blessing in that for him, or for us. It may not seem so serious to you now, but the time will come when it would me, dear. And be serious-beli- eve the judge thinks so, too. The world would think very hardly of you, Sheila. They wouldn't know if you were married or weren't marne- d-what the world "I wouldn't care thought!" Sheila asserted. wouldn't now. But the "No you when you'd want time might come to marry someone else, and then there'd always be that shadow Judge Mc Cann and I wouldn t want Peter to be responsible tor it, and Peter wouldn't, either" Why but Peter knows perfectly well what happened!" Sheila "He knows Uiat Sfwereboth as innocent as bab.es through the whole thing! Peter, who appeared to be ex-quisitely uncomfortable, cleared his th' Well. I hate to give up my law rk" Peter said, courageously. Mother says-I- 've never uncle's foundr- y-seen mv --You have to think of the appear-anc- e Sheila." Mrs. Mc of things, persisted gently. "The appear-Se- e how much of evil, you know dS'tosay. Peter - Shia began bewildered, and ntv.one, was "ST. litUe boy after all. a little rl Jho would be delighted to stop SJdcuU law studies and be off to said aloud. "If it's open, I'll try it! And if I don't want to do it, I can back out. And anyway, I'd have to go home for my clothes, and probably Ma and Joe'd be home, and they'd not let me go. But if I get away this time, it's for good!" She mounted the crazy stairway and laid her hand on the knob of the glass-panele- doorway that indi-cated O'Connor's. The knob turned, the door opened, and Sheila found herself alone in a shabby, spacious office, with a kindly looking woman of fifty, whose face instantly told her that if this was not Mrs. O'Con-nor, at least it might be. "I want a job!" Sheila said, go-ing in. Mrs. O'Connor proved to be an af-fectionate and encouraging person. "Now, I'll tell you, dear," she said to Sheila. "What did you say your name was?" "Mary Moore." "I'll tell you, Mary. I don't often keep open on holidays, but I've a rush order I couldn't do nothing with yesterday, and I've had to put it into today. There's a federation of business clubs meeting at Atlan-tic City this week, and every place down there is full. You've got a reference, dearie, from someone that knows you, your teacher, or the parish priest?" "I can get it." "Well, Mary, take the four-o'cloc- k to Atlantic City-yo- u'll get your fare and your lunch money back. Gff to the Pendergast Inn. It's not on the boardwalk, it's a block back, but it's finer than many of the wa-terfront places. Go there and ask for Mrs. Kearney; she's the house-keeper. She's a lovely woman. I've sent her help these twenty years. "It's only fourteen dollars," Mrs. O'Connor continued hardily. "What of it? It's something, these times, isn't it, with everything found. Ev-erything found. Everything found, think of it. Now you owe me six dollars ... pay me when you like. Some of the girls pay half this week and half the next There's another convention going down soon. She told me there was a month in it, surely. And then it'll be almost May, what do you know about that? You could essy stay on, right into the season. The season's getting earlier every year." (TO BE COST IWED $L AROUND I JN THE HOUSE Lmy: 1 A pinch of cinnamon or sugar burned in a tin can will remove objectionable food odors in the house. Always tnelt marshmallows in the top of a double boiler over hot water. Fasten a large paper sack over the end of the food grinder when grinding bread or crackers. The sack will catch all of the crumbs. i Always wash rice before cook-ing. Put the rice in a strainer and wash it in cold water, plac-ing the strainer over a bowl of water. Change the water and re-peat three times or until the water is clear. Use adhesive (ape to mend worn window shades. Use it, too, to patch together broken pieces of bric-a-bra- c. 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X-y- '' Sunkist is sending you the pick of Cali- - rist.v7; - fotnia'i best-ev- er crop of wonderfully , v Juicy summer oranges. Order a supply - "'- - . rightawayl si, Copyright, 1910, California Fmlt Cnnren Eichanp Ota flaaj 0ma& m&jmrr --v By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Western Newspaper Unlon.l DOROTHY LAMOUR may remain in the sarong that made her famous, but Jon Hall has finally grabbed off a role that will enable him to wear regular clothes the curse of "The Hurricane" has lifted for him, if not for her. After his success among its winds and waves he was idle for two years. Then Producer Edward Small asked to borrow him for an-other South Seas picture, "South of Pago-Pago.- " Near the end of shoot-ing on it, Small was planning to film "Kit Carson," and had already signed Randolph Scott for the lead-ing role when Hall appeared at the studio one day wearing a ten gallon iihi miiim. .i.mpm.iii uiiigi uiiiwiwumi JON HALL hat and a semi-cowbo- y outfit. He had a late call for work that day, and had spent the early morning hours riding with his wife, Frances Langford. Small met Hall near the actor's dressing bungalow and now it's Hall instead of Randolph Scott whom you'll see as Kit Carson. In its latest Issue, "The Philip-pines; 1896-1946- the March of Time pictures the new problems facing the Philippines as a result of today's mounting war fever, and shows how Philippine Independence, scheduled to take effect in 1946, is already threatened by Japan's cur-rent expansion program in the south Pacific. It's been announced that Joan Blondcli plans to retire from the screen Indefinitely when she fin-ishes "I Want a Divorce." She has been suffering from severe colds and Inertia for the past year, and says that she will travel throughout America with a road company, (a novel cure for both severe colds and inertia!) and later on will make an extended tour of South America for a change of climate. Fred MacMurray has grown to be so expert at water polo that a com-pany that makes short features has asked him to make one on the sport. Felix Knight, starred on the air-waves' "All Star Revue," had a bad moment recently. After he had sung a medley of songs about the month of May, gardens and apple orchards, the Three Jesters strode up and down the aisles, tossing ap-ples and other farm products to the audience. Knight swears he was scared to death for fear the fruit would be handed right back hur-tling through the air straight at him. If Columbia's Wayne King wanted to start up in the pipe tobacco busi-ness, he already has a large clien-tele all over the country. For 15 years he has been smoking his own private mixture, but he won't tell anyone what It is. It's the result of four years of experimenting. But though he won't give away the secret of the mixture, he does give away the tobacco 12 pounds of it a month. When he travels on per-sonal appearance tours there's al-ways a large can of it on his dress-ing table so if his orchestra Is play-ing in your town, and you know any-one who smokes a pipe, you might drop in and get some. Deems Taylor, the music critic and composer who acts as master of ceremonies on "Musical Amer-icana," has a maid who delights in taking part in contests of ail kinds. She was greatly excited recently when she was notified that she had qualified among the winners in a national contest, and couldn't wait to receive her prize. When it came it turned out to be an autographed copy of Taylor's latest book an music! Bob Trout maintains that during those first few days after war really broke loose he averaged only two and one-ha- lf hours' sleep out of each 24, and could have floated a battle-ship on the amount of coffee he drank to keep awake. Newscasting isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Republic has arranged to produce a picture starring Gene Autrey; the title will be "Melody Ranch" same as his radio program and several members of the radio cast will ap-pear in the picture. Justice in Rebellion Men seldom, or rather never, for a length of time and delib erately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against. Carlyle. |