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Show UINTAH BASIN RECORD but that you've forgive them worked it out your way. You did something of which you are ashamed, she said simply. i didnt Why should there be any question of forgiveness? If I did something something wrong, tomorrow youd be sorry youd think a little the less of me; but you wouldnt be personally touched because I forged a check your own honor would be Just what it was! My life isnt yours. Im me. I wish to the Lord you would do something dumb, Quentin said with ineloquent force, after a pause. I sound smug, Vicky said, but Im not. And I do dumb things every day. Thousands of them. There were months there were actual years when your home life was nothing but mistakes, nerves, uproar, my crying and being tired and sick, the children going into mumps and whooping cough, bills piling up. But, good heavens, Vic, whats that! the man said roughly, in impatience. Whats all that compared to the other thing, compared to hurting your pride," and killing your love for me, and putting the thought of another woman eternally between us? Why, lots of the fellows go home to women who are extravagant and nagging and nervous, and who dont have a houseful of gorgeous kids to show for it! Theres no comparison between the BEAUTYS DAUGHTER By W'l i" ti Kathleen Norris xr t' Kathleen Norris WNU Service. CHAPTER XV Continued 17 ckys eyes found the little round puncture of the bullet hole ft j"T?ie flawless marble temple. Se- s sleeping face was placid, f'he once scarlet mouth was pale flecked with blood, and the tiful pale gold hair was loos-int- o a careless cascade that in a web over the side of the n There was a horrible in her position, a !ul mysterious shutness in the less lips that made Vicky trem- - two. I think there is. I think nagging I3Tand extravagance and nerves are ( there anything to do, Quent? ot now. He did not turn from serious things, too, and I think womsontemplation of the wreck of en who wont have children, who had been so soft, so lovely hate home, who are always running alluring and fragrant and about with other men, are just as "No, bad! Even if they dont go to the 1 only a few hours ago. o limit even if they fool along, gets instantaneous, Vic, he ting everything they can out of a is to cijne(j herself! reeves f ie thought he was dead, dyou he long the older man supplied sud-- : for The Chinese woman had head. out of his room. It was while Patten ere all in the hall there, awhile 41 is i, when we all thought that poor (30 to 3 ison had no chance. xk yard, thought, from the way you all s 2,g y d, that he Quentin said, I was amazed when Amah I. 28 is doe wanted to see me. And cer-an- d 10 7 she must have thought so. sprawl-elaxatio- - s- - , S !s woman! yari 4 yard is hour later Victoria and Quen-4talked across the Morrisons (30 to garden, and through the gate yarc jhe lane and through their own IVa th long A perfect spring dawn was rim as gthening over the world now; ion are is four oclock; the east was with exquisite delicate pink, order to .st which shoals and galleons sd yards (j 'yd "1 If She looked SELL so beauti-rm- I think you really believe that, he said after a while. Youre not like anyone else in the world! Vicky in her turn was thoughtfuL Perhaps were both tired, she said. For that matter, whats happened tonight is enough to throw us into nervous breakdowns. We dont often talk this way. But its only fair to tell you something, Quentin, that may partly explain the way I feel, the way I act. When we were married, eleven years ago, I talked about marrying for reasons, about not being carried away by excitement, about not falling in love. I told you my idea of marriage was companionship, home, children. You were a widower with a delicate youngster She laughed. It seems funny now to think of Gwen as delicate, doesnt it? she said. Women were making your life a burden, and you needed just what I had to give. I remember our talking of it once, and your saying that whatever the agreement was before marriage, however reasonable and dispassionate the feeling was, no man could have a young wife around and not come to love her, that is presuming that he didnt come to hate her. Do you remember that? love-sicke- rn Dep icate silver and gray and paler Ave., So cloud made long bars, is 15 cer feel reborn, Vicky said. eborn. Im terribly grateful, icate. vn Quentin said. i, grateful! If you knew what s thinking of all night long, horror that anyone can ke sweeping over V I had you in jail; I had us all enemies ng to some remote place. notiow whapg you think j didnti Vic we were working over him. !) Pou- 1 didn,t have a fortune lps you think think how Id taken my iner that'e nd destroyed it with my two progrei. But thank God its all over iring pr n. im tired. Quentin, doesnt the more ll )r the Vienna doctors and our e world. I at the St. Francis seem longer st. or "ban yesterday! ig" of Mia wasnt yesterday! he ex- out the ted; tat s all it was. should bef God," he said again, struck. , but no e did do it, didnt she, Quent? tein. is," he said with a serious I guess she did. r killing herself The words so strange that Vicky had short and think of them Ijtilling herself looked as if she jSSLJwshe muled. that I dont know what I f e had it ruthless quality, Quen- id. She went over any ob- that was in her way." ?OGRA roused the very worst in her; did, Victoria mused. iLS Dieemed to sit back and laugh choibcof and he never lett her have money even to get away. ithwestp ild me she came to see me few days, you know that she TrcT!' charSe even her lunches at Lt That day she seemed to me look. Vaguely. Well, the joke was on me, Vicky said, for I had it had it desperately, the whole time! I trembled and got silly when you spoke to me, I thought of you all day long and lay awake dreaming of you all night woman who I was the ever knelt down and thanked God 9 3 V3 No, you didnt break my heart. Breaking a person's heart is a cheap way of putting it, Quentin said. It sounds romantic, when it wasnt anything but damn stupid and selfish. You said what it really did, a minute ago. It made you think less of me; thats the real price. We never can go back of that Youll never be able to trust me again. Therell always be that feeling, somewhere, way back in your mind, that I failed you! Vicky, her elbows on the kitchen table, her chin in her hands, looked thoughtful. I suppose so, she said slowly. But I dont know that it matters. Youve seen me looking pretty horrible, ugly and crying and frightened and only anxious to be let oft pain; it doesnt seem to make you like me any less when Im all gotten up in my new Paris clothes. Luckily people forget those things, when under it all they love each other. Quentin answered her with a long Killed Herself! man and then stopping short, never giving anything it seems to me detestable, Vic said. My own temptations are different, she added. I think maybe Im a mother first and a wife afterward; Ive never gone in for pink baby pillows and long-legge- d dolls! The words brought back with a moment of horror the memory of her last sight of Serenas bedroom, and she was still. "Serena loved you, she said thoughtfully, in the silence. She never loved anyone but herself, Quentin said. Everything she said and did revolved about that. She loved her own beauty and power. She used them to get what she wanted. I knew it, after a while. Morrison must have discovered it as soon as they were married. Her first husband tried twice to kill himself. She was cold and vain, poor girl! And she was the woman, he ended, for whom I broke your heart! that the most marvelous man in the world had deigned to look at her! I never told you, I was too proud. I tackled the big house and the servants and Gwen; I even went to the hospital and had your babies, Quent. But I never dared tell you! You never asked me to; you took me calmly for granted, meals and furnace and Gwen and babies and answering the telephone and buying you new shirts, and that was the way I wanted it to be. I didnt want to be the one to introduce the silly, the sentimental side of it, cry when you forgot my birthday, and expect you to compliment me every night on the way my hair was done! Id said I wanted a certain kind of marriage work and responsibility and companionship, and plenty of criticism if I didnt do my job, and I got it! But Ive loved you all the time! Quent, when you come home tired at night and go to sleep with your big heavy head on my shoulder, I lie awake sometimes for joy. Juliet has nothing on me, nor Beatrice, nor Nicolette! She stood up, smiled at him. There! she said. Thats my awful confession. Ive made you a speech. Quent took Victoria in his arms. Youve made me a speech, Vic. Ill never forget it (THE END s, bco; she was in a sort of corn s pSS,i'and her eyes looked so blue. eTrEAI said after she left, AH d UP and nowhere to go! I DING e it was death-in-hf- e to her in that quiet country house. itin nodded, listening. 5 NEWEST a ve been a trump all night "Vic. he said, after a while, y Is dellpud been like most women, to go over there, we g the he bad ln trouble this morn-Roo rery oOBatio you were like most women, r,p have kicked me out years 011t know why you act the do but 1 want you to sounds damn flat but 1 ft to know that 1 admire that Im grateful! I owe Ive got m the world to beginning to realize just H 4 V , s an awful lot. know j t good at speeclies, You but when IOTEL about you and this is what get eii Crted to tel 1 ij up. Im Im grateful. fiik you, Quentin! Vic said $1.50j,he other end of the table. g0 on here, and sme day bi., fefe a cliance to show you that Quentin said. Its a long time to wake up. a Jool 1 dld ttle rott(nC!t f nroM"cn a man can do to his yu i,i' 1 8 3llst my luck ii my ofdTsni1 luik that youve well, I forgiven me; you dont ROSy tliose things, and you cant suiti-fuse- 2 s "Thing , 0 lt'anged. yuI Watch for this gay new serial about the girl who Inherited a fortune . . . and got Misfortune In the bargaint Heres romance and adventure, a spring-lik- e story youll enjoy Immensely. Remember to read With Banners by Emilie Loring. IN OUR NEXT ISSUE Vv .X V. n AROUND .he HOUSE - K - , p?r A i J 11 ?. .rw! " AXt V ' - The ' r V - BuSifighters Now Join Unions j Malaga, Spain, before shot and shell marred its beauty. Civil War Makes World Conscious of Modern Changes Felt in Spain Prepared by National Geoeraphle Society, NU Service. Washington, D. C war CIVIL the in Spain startling changes which have swept that ancient land in recent years. In the swift rush of daily news, more is said of military leaders and their campaigns, of statesmen and changing governments, than of the deep social and economic transformations behind the news, or the character of this land and its people. Long before King Alfonso fled, these changes were of course under way, and because of them his monarchy failed. . These transitions have gathered momentum, until today this once romantic land of duennas, monasteries, bullfights and leisurely pastoral life has written a new and dramatic chapter in its long history. Where centuries-ol- d country lanes and mountain trails used to wind, fine new concrete roads now streak over the hills. To a large degree, men have exchanged their saddle mules for flivvers, and the highwheeled, clumsy oxcart yields to the whizzing motor truck. Senoritas Bob Their Hair. From the Bay of Biscay down to the blue Mediterranean, traditional peasant costumes are being discarded and men are dressing in senplain blue overalls. Black-eyed oritas today lay away the mantilla, get their hair bobbed and hunt city jobs as typists, telephone girls and shop clerks, as do their sisters in many lands. New thinking, as well as new machines, changes the way of Spanish life. Bullfighting still goes on, but now the intrepid toreadors belong to a labor union! You may still find guitars and fandangos, for Spaniards are ever a music-lovinpeople, and possibly you may find here and there a lovesick couple mooning at each other through an d window. More and old more, however, the radio supersedes the guitar and the girl has come out from behind the historic grillwork and gone to the movies with her sweetheart or to the street barricades to fight with him! One fact to grasp, in understanding the social muddle here, is that Spain is divided into 50 provinces; and not so many years ago it was commonly said that it also had 50 different national dances and costumes, together with almost as many dialects. Comparatively sudden advent of d new roads, faster vehicles, speeches and news broadcast by air, and the breakdown of church influence, all combine now to dissipate this old conservative provincial spirit. Thus has Spain been turned into a milling, restless land. For the first time country and town life are freely blended, and the peasant can hear the exciting talk of city radicals and revolutionaries that yesteryear came only as a remote murmur. Spain is now becoming so modernized that busses of every kind and color race along from village to village, from town to city. TUI a few years ago, many country people never journeyed more than 20 miles from home in their lives. Now by cheap, or even free, rides in war times, they travel all over the country! Folilical Tarties Are Many. With the rise of the republic came, of course, more liberty of speech and action; but, born of the 50 provinces and their 50 different ways of thinking, came also wide division of opinion and action. Political parties of all shades sprang up In great variety and number. Certain factions held that progress should be attained gradually through education of the masses masses as yet untrained in the art of government This is obviously a slow process and one would suppose that in a romantic land of manana a slow process would be acceptable. But the manana idea is another of those old Spanish customs so rapidly disappearing; many now demand a quicker approach, a faster progress. Thus a peck at Spain of today rcveuls a startling modernity of thought, civilization and comforts and contrivances, superimposed upon the stubborn d time-honore- g Iron-barre- high-spee- survival of many local ways and prejudices that bend or break but slowly. Irresistibly, however, the cities put on a more modern dress and quicken their pace. Consider, hastily, some of the cities and towns that have figured ln recent war news. The New York of Spain. Take a look at Barcelona, the New York of Spain. It Is the largest city in the country, the most important financial and industrial center and by far the busiest seaport. The sun shines in air crisp and exhilarating as you stroll down the Paseo de Gracia, Barcelonas most important thoroughfare and indeed one of the most interesting and modernistic streets in the world. Fine motorcars (no trucks allowed on this wide avenue) stop and go at modern American traffic signals. At the foot of the Paseo is the very heart of Barcelona the Plaza de Cataluna a large open space filled with statues, fountains, flower beds, paved paths, and benches. Always animated, human streams flow ln and out of Its subway entrances. The Plaza, too, is the center of fierce turmoil In every political upheaval. It is surrounded by large, ornate structures banks, hotels, and new telephone office building with copper-greetower, a Yankee skyscraper indeed in a Spanish metropolis! Flying at another corner is a welcome sight for American eyes the Stars and Stripes indicating the splendid offices of the United States consulate general. Use American Cash Registers. Big signs advertise American aus of tomobiles. Indeed, all cars in the Plaza are of familiar make. There is a large American bank a few doors up the street; in bookstores are displays of American fountain pens, and in the tobacco shops even chewing gum! All these business houses use American adding machines and cash registers, and the offices hum with American typewriters. Many of the fine new apartment buildings are equipped with American doors Here and electric refrigerators. foreign trade is a pulsing thing far removed from the dry statistics of our commerce. Rambla really means a dry ravine, but in Barcelona the word is used to designate a wider street or boulevard. The original fascinating Rambla of Barcelona is like no other thoroughfare in the world! It is a long, straight avenue with a wide promenade for pedestrians ln the center and is lined with tall plane trees. Busy stores flank the Rambla from end to end, Interspersed with cinemas, an ancient theaters, church or two and a large number of cafes. Under bright, wide awnings that canopy the sidewalks and shade the little tables, idlers sit and watch the lifeblood of the metropolis stream up and down its mam artery streaming at a much quicker tempo since recent shooting startedl Like the Paris boulevards, each section of the Rambla bears a different name. First come ornamental kiosks displaying an amazing variety of newspapers and magazines in every European language. Then comes the bird market. Arranged in cages of ail sizes along the promenade is a bewildering show of yellow and brown canaries, gray parrots from western Africa, green ones from Brazil, tiny parakeets, all setting up a lively chatter. New World Gives Way. The next section is the brightest of all the Rambla de las Flores. flower stalls, bossed Here open-ai- r r peasant women, by black-haireflowers of every color and shade. Love of flowers is one point at least upon which all divergent political parties can agreel Following the flower stalls come more kiosks where one may procure ice cream or soft drinks. Buildings begin to look older now the New World gives way to the Old and finally we come out into the wide water front, with its ornate customshouse, the tall statue to CoPaseo lumbus, and the palm-linede Colon. To the right, In the shadow of the huge, somber stone barracks, I Items of Interest rnxf t Removing Tar. Tar is easily add 3 tablespoons grated onion, removed from the hands and cloth- 2 tablespoonfuls chopped parsley, ing with lard, followed by warm 2 tablespoonfuls chopped carrot, 2 tablespoonfuls chopped cucumwater and soap. ber, 2 tabiespoonfuls chopped Washing Linoleum. Dissolve a celery or beetroot. Pour over a lump of sugar in the water when generous supply of French dresswashing linoleum or oilcloth, and ing and set aside for several hours. Garnish with mustard and cress or a brilliant polish will result. shredded lettuce. Raspberry Tapioca. 1 pint raspHeat the Nail. Before hammerberries, teacupful sugar, 1 Soak ing a nail into the wall either heat lemon juice. pint water overnight. the end over a gas jet or hold it in tapioca in Next day, put the tapioca and boiling water for a few seconds. water into a saucepan and cook If the nail is treated in this way slowly until quite clear; then add the plaster will not crumble and the sugar and lemon juice. Take the nail will hold firmly for a far the pan off the fire and stir 1 pint longer period than otherwise. raspberries into the mixture. Pour into a wet mould. When set, turn Removing Wallpaper. To remove wallpaper quickly, put a out and serve with custard. heaped tablespoonful of saltpetre Summer Salad. Peel and cut to a gallon of water and apply into small squares or slices 6 freely with a whitewash brush medium-size- d potatoes (boiled), while the water is very hot. The paper then can be stripped from the walls quite easily. Foreign Words w A Refreshing Drink. Rhubarb juice makes a good beverage of tart flavor. Clarify the La beaute sans vertu est une pleasing with water and add sugar to juice fleur sans perfum. (F.) Beauty taste. It also be combined without virtue is like a flower with fruit may juices. without perfume. Giuoco di mano, giuoco ai To prevent Clear Blueing. (It.) A practical joke is a blueing from clothes on streaking villainous or vulgar joke. of a dissolve tablespoon Ruat caelum. (L.) Let the heav- wahday, soda in the blue water, ens fall. WNU Service. Sapiens qui assiduus. (L.) Wise is he who is settled; that is one who has landed property. Super Courage Dare pondus fumo. (L.) To give Courage is the supreme virtue. 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