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Show I THE BULLETIN, BINGHAM. UTAH Iynopsis so FAB: Bruea Bar-- , jnsineer, finds a satin slip-- - j avenue and on answering . si belongs to Janice Trent, fBege chum. Janice quar-- t nance, rich Ned Paxton, aopplnf her slipper as she - his auto. Impulsively " 1 4 not to marry Ned. Har-- u p Alaska, saves a bridge Hale, chief engineer, V a This and other failures isal. Bruce Is made chief. ja new secretary, Jimmy rt by Tubby Grant, Bruce's Jinimy seems a tubercular keeps out of sight as much jfcuce had never seen him jy e walked Into the cabin of Sit, wno ruB tne Waffle 4U4overs the youth Is Jan-- I asleep in a chair. Martha a fctwspaper which arrived . - Jls of Janice disappearing lF her wedding, with the story. " " .. C AFTER IV cn that paper?" asked Pasca said: "He keel him, sometam, p'raps." d Martha. Be sure that no one jura it. A useless pre-j?r- s like it, doubtless, jj this mail. I must go :e. You haven't told me V cnt for me, Miss Mar- - ther room built on the - She's brought all her ;dding things, sheets is made of pink crepe, gone out of her mind She loves pretties. If n' to stay she ought to fi itched on to ours." h you about that later, t the offlce. So is is nn, but tell him not rant must take the Tffls in a turmoil. Should s stay? He must get in l fher brother. Billy v known that she was "Delevan! Do you know who Dele-va- n is?" For an instant the guarded eyes of the two men met Grant grinned sheepishly. "I'm not dumb if I am fat." "No, and no use bristling like a turkey-coc- k, Tubby. My mind's made up. I'll send her back to Se-attle." "Ba-gos- Don't." The plea was a wail. "Think of the time we had finding a secretary. And she's good. Did Martha Samp show you that paper?" "She did." "It's up to us to shield the girl. Why send her back to the man she ran away from?" "Shield her? Of course but how? It's a tricky situation. Tell Del-eva- n to stay in the Samp cabin till I see her him tomorrow. Good-night." "They've gone maternal over Tub-by Grant's secretary, Jimmy Dele-va- n. Have you seen him? He's an effeminate little fellow." Harcourt with difficulty swallowed his heart which took-of- f to furiously run its engine in his throat "I haven't spoken to the boy. Tub-by tells me that he's a wow at his job." They started along the board walk, Tong at their heels, toward the Waffle Shop, connected by a cov-ered passage with the Samp cabin. Millicent Hale stared at the snow-capped mountain with the faint cloud of smoke hovering above it. "I hate to leave you here with with no one to look after you. Sure you don't want me to stay, Bruce?" "Sure, Millicent." Color stole over her thin face. With a quick drawn breath she turned away. Harcourt pulled out his handkerchief and wiped beads of tart Indian, part Eski-- f ho filled the dual role I and mechanic, was ft the cabin living-roo-red for his papers, fehty glad you big boss ke." watching Grant's stubby figure till it melted into the dusk. What ought he to do? There were two al-ternatives. Send her back, or ack-nowledge to the men that she had been sent under false pretenses and have her appear as a girl. perspiration from his forehead. He felt like a brute. Poor little wom-an, grasping at any hand which would hold her from going on with the man who had failed her. She hadn't meant that about staying here with him. It was only that she was crazed with despair. She wouldn't leave Joe Hale to shift for himself, now that he'd lost his job, any more than she would desert a sick child. His knock on the door of the Samp cabin was grimly im-perative. "Come in." ' He closed the door behind him, backed against it as he regarded Janice Trent, alias Jimmy Dele-va- n. The soft yellow mustache had been discarded. Eyes like velvety bronze pansies met his defiantly as the girl demanded in a voice forced to bravado pitch: "What what are you going to do with me?" In the wall mirror he caught a glimpse of his face. It was white, his eyes were blazing. It was no part of his plan to terrify her to death. His attempt at a laugh was a grim failure. "Why did you come?" "Suspended sentence? Prisoner to be allowed to be heard in her own "Good morning, Bruce!" With a barely repressed exclama-tion of annoyance, Harcourt returned the greeting of the woman who smiled at him from the offlce door. She was small and slender. "It's great to see you back again, Mrs. Hale." Color flooded the thin face. "Mrs. Hale! Why this sudden assumption of ceremony, Mr. Harcourt?" He laughed. "Business for busi-ness hours. I picked up that slogan when I was in the States." Remembering Hale's ugly thrust, "Home - breaker!" uncomfortable, feeling like a cad, Harcourt stuck to his guns. Could he warn the little woman without seeming a conceited fool? "Come out, Millicent. I want to talk to you." As they stood in the strong, warm sunshine outside the door, he regretted gravely: "I'm sorry about Hale's demotion. He can't have a very friendly feel- - i. Don't put on any fou'll have me roasted I know these coun-mb- er cold nights. But, say." He lingered, t? Got something on 'l confirmatory grunt two little lines b-eat's brows, iyama on mind." 'Je matter with him? '4M helping at the Waf-- r his regular work? rioney?" lat'k eyes narrowed to tin his heavy face. "No 4k helpin Mees Samp :h good eats. He t'ink i fatima. He big chief's Meester Hale tell her Mees Hale off in ty money to keep ian. Tatima lak mon-bea-an gold nug-- e tell Kadyama, 'Who, i Indian! No sirree! I men.' An' he say, he e day. You big boss somet'ing to mak Ta-rn. Save much trou- - lips tightened as he to the earnest face, jlication. yma to take it easy, I goes out on the boat stiiorrow. He'll never 1 expression lightened. ter tomorrer, you say? 4ma, yes sirree. He inder spell. Says black fbil. T'ings happen aft- - BadI Bad! He !Bad! Harcourt p'raps." looked He had , laborers re-pack cat askance, but jalized that Blot, was pvith superstition. Bet-- I the Samp sisters that fir pet under guard, fcd if he were as color. defense?" He took a quick step forward. "Cut out the sarcasm, Jan. Sit down and listen to me." As she snuggled into the enfolding wings of the big chair the black cat touched her hair with a velvet paw. "Let's not start out as though we were about to fight and die over this. Why did you come here in dis-guise?" The girl locked and interlocked her fingers. "Now that your voice and eyes are human, not like those of a tiger about to spring, I'll tell you. Remember the evening you returned my slipper? I had already broken my engagement to Ned Pax-to- n. Early that morning, when be was taking me home from a pre-nupti- al celebration, I demanded the truth of a story which Billy had heard that two nights before he had wined and dined some notori-ous show-wome- n in a near-b-y city. He was insufferably flippant in his answer. Insultingly sure of me. I pushed open the roadster door to jump. He pulled me back, but not mv slipper. Then he tried to cajole ing toward me. You'd better" She shrugged her understanding. "Better keep away from your of-fice, you mean? Why should you be sorry? The best man wins in the end always, doesn't he? I've felt all that I .can feel about Joe. When he reached Seattle. I was refreshed, rested. He was like his old self. I had the courage to go on, but since he heard of his- demotion he has been unbearable. I suppose I shouldn't have left him alone last winter they tell me that he was worse than ever but, I had reached the stage where I couldn't endure my life here another moment. How-ever, I shan't be on your mind much longer. I came to tell you that we are going out on tomorrow's boat, to ask you to help. If I'd known that he was to be sent home, I wouldn't have come back. I don't dare confide in Jimmy: he goes off like a rocket if he thinks me un-happy. Joe says he won't go, but, he's going. I've ceased being a dumb Dora. He's going." Her voice rose on the last word and broke in a sob. me into a forgiving mood." "You didn't forgive him?" "No. I returned his ring. He laughed. Said that with the mar-riage but a few days ahead I wouldn't have the nerve to break it off. Assured me in his caressing voice that I was the only girl he had ever asked to marry him. He tried to make me understand that the man who played round with other women was an entirely dif-ferent self from the one who loved me, that his pursuit of the good and' beautiful in me was to his cred-it He was almost convincing, but not quite. I told him that not being Reno-minde- d the double personality argument left me cold. That I would cancel my part of the wedding preparations, he must take care of his. That night, just after you en-tered the house, he called me on the phone to inform me that he hadn't given me up, that he was sorry that he had pulled rough stuff in the roadster Ned can be appeal-ingl- y sorry; it's one of his charms-th- at he would see me later in tha evening, he had pearls for zie." (TO BE CONTINUED) "Take it easy, Millicent. Grant and I will help you get him off. I'll see that Jimmy keeps on the track-layin- g job till you get away. Per-haps when Joe is back among his own people he'll straighten out." "Do you think I fool myself? Do you think I believe that a man who has let himself go so far as he has can ever come back? Oh well, what's the use talking about it. You've been dear to me, Bruce. If only if only I could stay with you." Her reckless suggestion sent the blood surging to Harcourfs fore-head. "Millicent, you've heard me say before that an engineers camp-wa- s no place for women. I'm mighty glad that you are going back to civi-lization." "But you like having the Samp sisters here." , "They are not women, they re ministering angels. I suspect they are fixtures. Were I to banish them and their waffles, I'd have a strike on my hands. I'm going to the shop building another cab-I- n now to discuss for them." !'t, as later he faced e outfit, the consulting e heads of divisions. dickens has Janice iair? I thought it was aught himself wonder-directe- d curtly: ninutes of the meeting, lecretary " ng." He was conscious funt of surprise. he read instructions lans from the data fur-- I authorities, the living-roo- of his PPed into a brocaded crimson as a Har--I Eddied like a monk's But nerves relaxed as tness. a see the fighting line ." 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Harold, my husband, was divorced and his daughter was eight years old when I met him. He is fifty now and takes her to dances and night clubs. They come in late, and I hear them laughing in the pantry with her boy friends. By KATHLEEN NORRIS answer to fully THE of the problems women submit to me in these days will be the same. It will be: "Get busy. Amer-ica needs you. Forget your petty worries and trials, for-get slights and suspicions and personal disappointments, and give your entire life to prayer and service." We have to do that now. If we don't we may lose the es-sential thing that has made us America and our world a free world. .We stand in serious dan-ger; there is no room any more for trifles. Things that seemed actually to wreck your life yesterday, things over which you brooded through restless nights and cried through empty days, must be put aside. Meet domestic changes heroical-ly. Not with martyred resignation and reluctant philosophy, but cou-rageously, with imagination and hu-mor. As expensive foods rise right out of sight, learn to substitute oth-ers, and make them appetizing and nourishing. A WOMAN'S WORLD We cannot all be called at once for war services. And we may not all be able to do what we want to when we are called. But there is something every woman in America can do notv and continue doing through-out the months, or years, we are at war. She can make her home a place of comfort and courage. She can manage to cook economical foods and sew inexpensive clothes with a limited number of materials and enjoy it. Women no longer need to feel that their only place is in the home, and they must make the best of it. Many women are already ac-tive in volunteer organizations and in defense industries. But those who remain at home "for the duration" need not feel left out of it. For the home remains as much as ever "a woman's world." "Harold, just 50, takes her to dances and night clubs; they come in late, and I hear them laughing with her boy friends in the pantry. We have a fine colored general maid whom I have trained to do practical-ly everything downstairs; this leaves me, a healthy woman of less than 40, with practically nothing to do. I am neither needed nor wanted. "Linda's mother is dead; the girl has an income of her own. There is nothing I can do for her. Will you please help me to find my place again in, my own estimation, for I feel completely at a loss." Trouble Seems Imaginary. This would seem an almost purely imaginary trouble, Isabelle, to nine-tent-of the women in the world today, and you must try to see it now in a different perspective. What other persons can do to us is al-ways of our own choosing; if we choose to rise above slight and stu-pidity and to find our own avenues of work and service, there is noth-ing that a dancing husband or daughter can do to hurt us. Youth will go on dancing, for danc-ing is wholesome and amusing and innocent. But today's youngsters are dancing with tears in their eyes; change, separation, suffering are ahead of them, and although they may win through and they WILL win through to a better, saner, After all, the chief ingredient of any meal is love; people may call it a "home table" or "Mothers' cooking," but it is love. Anyone can tell from the taste of a meal whether the cook liked her job or not. Every country except our own has its cheap "filler" of rice, potatoes, macaroni, oatmeal, cornmeal, with such luxuries as meat, shellfish, cream, roast goose, cake for the oc-casional treat. We will not have to go. as far as Caesar's soldiers, who traveled on a pocketful of raw grain, or the galley slaves who were doled out six bananas a day, or the Chinese who can eat a bowl of steaming rice for a hundred meals in succession and find it still suf-ficient But we will have to go part way. That's why my answer to Isa-belle- 's letter is perhaps a trifle less sympathetic than it might have been a few years ago. Isabelle writes me, in part: "I am 32, married to a man ten years my senior. Harold was di-vorced when I met him; his wife had the custody of a daughter of eight. After our first two cloudless-ly happy years together his first wife remarried, and sent us the child, a spoiled, difficult, unfriendly, delicate little creature who needed infinite care. Linda was then 12. more moderate world, the next half-doze- n years are not going to be a time when a safe and secure woman of 32, with no child of her own over whom to agonize, need grudge a girl of 18 anything. As for your husband, he is being selfish and silly, snatching in s panic at the last glow of youth; but he has company. Most men go through this phase. Linda will fall in love with a sol-dier, who will either march away leaving her desolate, or who will marry her first and perhaps come stumbling back to be her beloved care and responsibility for the rest of her life. She will stop dancing and Harold will stop dancing, and both will turn to you. To you, who keep the home so comfortable, who are so sympathetic and capable, their rock of comfort in a shaking world. Had Special Training. "I had had special training in the care of children in a psychology course, and I did my best for Linda, mid she loved me. Week after week, year after year, I guided and helped her; I have no child ef my.ewn. Two years ago she went east to a girls' college, returning this autumn to be with us. "She is now a lovely girl of 18. Her father is completely devoted to her. She adores him, and they leave me out of their calculations entirely. Recently Harold suggested, kindly enough, that I visit my sister, who has a large family of small children In a neighboring town, while he and Linda 'take a little flier' in New York. I have never been to New York. I went to stay with Mary, doing dishes and didies for seven weeks, until Harold and Linda came back. Vocabulary of Stutterers Persons who stutter, 80 per cent of whom are males, usually have a vocabulary half again as large as those who are free of this nerv-ous affliction, owing to their use of synonyms for words, which, at times, they cannot readily pro-nounce. Jingoism Jingoism is a term applied to anyone who favors an aggressive or bellicose policy in foreign af-fairs, says Pathfinder. In this sense, it was first used in England, where "jingo" became a nick-name for any advocate of Lord Beaconsficld's action in sending a fleet to Turkish waters to stay Russia's advance in 1878. The word was lifted from the chorus of a music-ha- ll favorite of that bygone day, which ran as follows: "ff'e don't want to fight, but by jingo if we do, We've got the ships, we've got the men, we've got the money too." Value Health Look to your health 1 And if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience. Izaak Walton. Secret Sorrows Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not ; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad. Longfellow. |