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Show E&GETHREB r ; SECTION TWO By Mary Raymond 1936 NEA Service, Inc - p.R,0 vb-V(U TiA;H) i SUND A Y HER ACXV. S UNPXt "OCT Q B E R 1 8,-1 9 S 6 CHAPTER TT was the end of the season, Reason enough, Molly told herself, for feeling tired and rebellious re-bellious and dissatisfied. Debut tiihe was almost over. And what bad it got her? A lei of orchids, petals only slightly crushed by last night's wearing, met her eyes. They had been placed on the window ledge through habit. Rita, her nraid, would wear them some place tonight to-night when she stepped out after serving hours. There would be more orchids for Molly, arriving in glittering cellophane covering' from Wick. Or gardenias from Donald. Or perhaps yellow rosebuds from Brent. Or violets, waxy green leaves curled about their deep purple hearts, from Hubert who was romantic, like his flowers. Debut had brought her Wick, Donald, Hubert, Brent and the' others. The other men were like i definite, authentic brightness of desirability represented by the quartet. Wickersham Ross was wealthy, handsome and nice. Donald Livingston Liv-ingston represented the inner circle cir-cle of the "four hundred," a small, hand-picked group that claimed top place socially through right of heritage, boasting ancestral lines that stretched into a past so dim it shouldn't have mattered in modern times. Yet somehow it did. Tremendously. All the famous fa-mous families would open their arms to Donald's wife. Donald, arrogant, cocksure, correct, with his splendid old town house that was frightfully in need of redecorating, redec-orating, and his country pace where he entertained frequently, keeping up -a pretense of a comfortable com-fortable income. Donald had found it necessary to retrench for seme vague reasons concerned with stocks and bonds. TJUBERT WALLACE was just a debutante rusher. This year Vie had picked Molly. Hubert was good playfellow, but perhaps after a time you would become tired of a life that was an endless merry-go-round, and then where would you be? "Golden girl!" She could hear Hubert's caressing voice, now. 'Marry me, and you'll dine on strawberries and cream like the good little girl in the nursery rhyme." No thanks," Molly had retorted. retort-ed. "Strawberries give me indigestion indi-gestion and cream might make me fat. I'm not a good little girl, and I'm too old for nursery rhymes." Brent Stuart, who had been listening lis-tening in on one of Hubert's numerous and quite casual proposals, pro-posals, had queried, "What do you want, child? . What kind of girl are you? ' "Dor.'t know, to both your ques-tions,,: ques-tions,,: Molly had replied. "I want to find out." gbGBs cms Pirfon AUTO supply A Trire?iunc SERVice stores 223 West Center St. Phone S9l Speed, efficiency . . . they're easy when your eyes are right! 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It was two years now since her father's marriage to Donna, who was only five years older than herself. Donna was getting sick and tired of a stepmotheri role. It aged her a bit. Pressure, subtle as it was, was being brought to bear on Molly' toward a decision. :Gcodness, Molly," Donna had said. "What is the matter with you? Four of the season's most eligible men at your heels and you can't make up your mind. You could draw straws and win a husband hus-band any girl would be proud to get." TOLLY stirred restlessly on her pillow. It wouldn't be Hubert, Local Scout Council 4 Trophy Award Winner A plaque the first such to be presented in Utah was awarded the Utah National Parks council at the regional meeting of the Utah section yesterday in Salt Lake City by Dr. George J. Fisher, deputy chief scout executive. execu-tive. Awarded to the council for its fine work during 1935 in carrying carry-ing out the national ten-year program pro-gram objective as set out by the local council, the plaque was received re-ceived on behalf of the council by President Henry A. Gardner of Spanish Fork. '. . Five scouts from Troop '31, Should You Need Anything in the Optical Line Call at the Standard Opt. Co. 163 West Center St., Provo .V.V.W.V.V.tftVAVAWAV.V.'W.-W.-.f.V.v.i t - ...VMVjAV.V.V.-.V..V.X v. v ..-...-.F-.'...,.-.'.-.T..- wno DaDDiea mings use - crojaeix Girl" at her. Nor Wick, with his casual acceptance of her as a suit able wife. Nor Donald, with his suave flattery and appraising eyes. That, of course, left Brent. Brent, with his teasing, gray eyes, his good-looking, but not hero-handsome face, his strong man's shoul ders. The thought of Brent both steadied and stimulated Molly Strange. But Brent was like that There was just one thing wrong with choosing Brent. You couldn't accept a man who hadn't asked you to marry him. Donna didn't know that, and persisted in the theory that Brent was in a sort of delirium about Molly. And all the time there was Brent with his big-brother-like devotion that might mean some thing and might mean nothing at all. Perhaps she didn't want it to mean anything. Bret wouldn't call her "Golden Girl." But he'd be certain to call her "child," as he had done ever since Molly was 12 and he was a perfectly mad dening and insulting 16 years old Who wanted to be called "child" all her life? Strangely, he hadn't mocked at the name Hubert had suggested Vineyard, entertained the scout executives. They were Keith Hebertson, Eldon Harding, Ross Holdaway, Wilson Madsen, and Leland Wells. Earl Tuckett of Spanish Fork sang on the evening program. Many scout executives attended from the county and surrounding territory. Those who were present pres-ent included President Gardner, Professor H. R. Merrill of B.Y.U., who spoke at the morning session; Ray McGuire, publicity chairman; Albert Black, Delta; Howard Men-denhall Men-denhall of Richfield; Maurice Bird, and S. L. Mendenhall of Springville; Dr. L. D. Pfouts, Pay-son; Pay-son; M. W. Bird, Springville; Mr. Anderson, Rulon Doman and Merrill Mer-rill Christopherson of Provo. "It was the best meeting we have ever had," reported A. A. Anderson, scout executive. EDGE10NT MRS. EVA GITXESPIE Reporter Phone 040-J-2 & Mrs. Elmira Boyce, assisted by Mrs. Elizabeth Ferguson and MJrs. Margaret Ferguson, entertained the Edgemont Damp, Daughters of Utah Pioneers, at the Boyce home Thursday afternoon. The entertaining entertain-ing rooms and tables were beautifully beauti-fully decorated in a profusion of fall flowers, autumn leaves, pumpkins pump-kins and fruit and a delicious lun OVIHG! If moving call the Hardy Transfer. Trans-fer. Modern equipment and men who know how to handle tne most fragile furniture. PHONE 148 Wanted To Rent 4 Oft ff ROOM MODERN HOME Good references; have steady income, inquire 626 WEST FIFTH NORTH during an Intermission at Molly V debut balL "Golden hair, goldeni eyes with amber lights, golden skin, ' Hubert had said softly. "Sounds Chinese," Molly had laughed. "Not yellow. Golden," Brent had corrected. "You have a sua By kind of skin and it's deeper gold when you put on tan in th summer." "Why, Brent!" Molly had exclaimed. ex-claimed. This from matter-of-fact Brent Stuart! If be should ever propose and li Molly said yes, she would live in that fine old home of Brent's, with its mellow paneling and gracious gra-cious air of age and dignity. A house that was the proper setting for the son of a famous architect, who was making a name for himself him-self in the same profession. THE telephone tinkled and she ing. I'm awake. Rita," called Molly. Anything was better than going over the same ground and getting no where no where beyond men and flowers and telephones . . . and security. That was it! Molly wanted a dangerous current in her life. Something to stir her pulscs not this smooth, endless succession at parties and parties, leading final ly to a brilliant wedding. The voice over the wire was only Hubert's. "Sorry," Molly told him, trying to keep boredom from her tone. "I don't feel up to luncheon today. to-day. Give me a rain check, won't you, Hubert?" Just being polite. The conver sation of their crowd was always polite and meaningless, when it wasn't brittle and stinging. Sometime I'll be so bored and bitter that the claws will come out. I'll be like Sophy and Bar bara and Donna," Molly thought. You couldn't help feeling sorry for Donna, who had gone hither and yon, after an unsuccessful debut, de-but, but had finally attached Dad and his millions. Though perhaps marrying one of the richest men in the country (that was what the newspapers and income tax people said), hadn't been a bad compromise compro-mise for missing romance. The telephone again. Molly answered an-swered and felt a pleasant, re assuring feeling rushing over her. That couldn't mean anything more than devotion, since it lacked the strong, wind-in-your-ears sensation sensa-tion which any girl knew meant being in love! "Hi, mutt! I'm coming out." "I won't be taken for granted this way," Molly thought, suddenly sudden-ly mutinous. Aloud she replied sweetly, "No, you aren't. I'm feeling feel-ing not so top, Brent. Cold and headache." "Rebellion," declared Brent firmly. "I know the symptoms. (To Be Continued) cheon was served at two long tables to the following members and guests, Mr. and Mrs. James Sorenson, mother and father of Mrs. Boyce and Mrs. David James, a sister, all of Spanish Fork, Mass Mildred Saum, rrs. r:orence Grange and Mrs. Phoebe Lowther, Capt. Ezetta Johnson, LU Loia Wiscomb, Lt. Ann-e Gillespie, Daughters Flora Bigler, Mina Mar-riotti, Mar-riotti, Susanna Meldrum, Margaret Pulsipher, Elizabeth Ferguson. Katherine Chipman, Loleta Dixon, Josephine Thomas, Viola Dusten-berg, Dusten-berg, Susie Smith, Margaret Fer guson and Elmira Boyce. Class- leader Mina Marriotti gave the lesson on "Public Works and Social Security of the Pioneers." and a sketch of the life of Jonathan Oldham Old-ham Duke was given by Mrs. Susanna Su-sanna Meldrum. Two songs, "My Bonnie" and "America" were led by Mrs. Loleta Dixon and Mrs. Susie Smith. The meeting was in charge of Lt. Loia Wiscomb. Sunday School for the children will be the only meeting held in the ward today, as quarterly conference con-ference is being neld at the Lincoln Lin-coln high school auditorium. The Gleaner Girls entertained the "M" Men at a chili supper on Friday evening at the home of Miss Erraa Boyce. The tables were beautifully decorated with fall flowers and Halowe'en motifs, where covers were laid for Mr. and Mrs. Vern Dixon and Mr. and Mrs. James Pinegar, classleaders, and SMOOT BROS. COAL CO. Successors to Smoot and Spafford Agents For THAT GOOD COAL King Coal Standard Coal Columbia Coke PHONE 17 For Prompt Delivery 502 So. Univ. Ave. CHAPTER I-A jUTOLLY laughed at Brent's re-A re-A ply. That was the nice thing about Brent. He understood, without being angry. "Is it a headache, cold and rebellion re-bellion that will continue until evening?" Brent inquired pleasantly. pleas-antly. "Because it occurs to me at the moment that I'm taking you to Peggy Carlyle's dance." "Good memory,'' Molly answered. an-swered. "Your name's on my date book,- too. As a matter of fact, Brent, I've decided to skip Peggy's dance. "You cant do that!" Brent exclaimed. ex-claimed. "Besides being a date, it's a special kind of date. You know I always spend your birthdays birth-days with you." "Just an old childish custom," Molly replied cooly. "Anyway, I didnt say I wouldn't spend my birthday with you. I'm counting on your skipping the dance with me." "Oh, you are." Brent spoke slowly. "Naturally. You don't sound Very enthusiastic." "What's on your mind?" "I'm planning to celebrate differently," dif-ferently," Molly explained eagerly. eager-ly. "Frances Carter was telling me about that new night club near Beechland the 'Red Poppy.' Frances said it was terrific." "It is." Brent's voice came grimly over the phone. "No place for you to go." "And why not?" You young idiot. That place is in danger of being raided any time. How would you like to wake up behind bars?" "I wouldn't mind a bit. At least, it would be a new experience." experi-ence." "Well, I won't take you to a place like that." "You won't?" There was a dangerous inflection in Molly's voice. "No. Besides Peggy's party is one I can't miss. Perhaps it has slipped your memory that I'm doing do-ing the alteration on the Carter country place." "Business before pleasure, of course. I'm not going to the Carters' Car-ters' tonight. Why don't you ask Evelyn Lester to take my place? She adores dances and you." Am i to understand you don't?" Brent laughed. Molly considered a moment. "I don't adore dances tonight, and I adore you only with qualifications." qualifica-tions." "Be reasonable, Molly!" "l?rvr irAi , lib. Molly said. Brent seemed brightly un crushed. "See you soon." ULJ-.Y clicked tne phone m place and sat considering its blank face with a slight frown on her own. "So superior!" Molly said in dignantly. "I don't like being called 'child' and 'mutt' and treated as though I haven't cut my baby teeth yet. If he won't seventeen young folk. Following the dinner, the entire group attended at-tended the dance in the Edgemont amusement hall. Jesse Smith was a Salt Lake visitor on Friday. The "Y" orchestra furnished the music for dancing in the amusement amuse-ment hall Friday evening, sponsored sponsor-ed by the M. I. A. A large crowd enjoyed the evening. Lowell Gordon and Robert Gillespie Gil-lespie left Saturday for Duchesne. They will remain over the weekend, week-end, as guests of Mr. and Mrs. Vaun Lott. SPANISH FORK MRS. EFFIE DART Reporter Phone 168 Mrs. Boyce Money was hostess to the Utopia ciub Thursday evening. eve-ning. Luncheon was served at the card tables at 8:30 after which five tables of bridge were played, Mrs. Minn Bradford winning the club prize for high score and Mrs. Nellie Larsen the guest prize. Additional Ad-ditional guests were Mrs. Jane Tuttle, Mrs. Mildred Larsen, Mrs. Ruby Allred, Mrs. Alta Larsen, Mrs. Norma Larsen, and Mrs FROn OUR AUTOUATIC DOMUT MACHINE Choice of Plain or Frosted Per dozen Try a dozen for your Sunday Lunch Open Every Sunday After 4 P. M. 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She came from her shower more golden than ever, eyes shining, and sparkling drops of water clinging to her burnished hair. The third telephone call brought Wick's voice. "Lo' night owl." A proper salutation that hinted Wick credited her with a degree of sophistication. Neither did Wick howl with amusement at the idea that she could be satiated with social events. "Skipping Peggy's dance?" he queried and added, "I'll skip it with you." "Wick!" breathed Molly. "Would you? Take me to the Red Poppy." Pop-py." Ruth Anderson. The Misses Blance Davis and Grace Wilde assisted the hostess in serving. Mrs. Edna Hawkins was hostess to the Amitie club Friday evening. eve-ning. 'Autumn flowers furnished the decorative note. Luncheon was served at the card tables at 8:30. Four tables of bridge followed. Mrs. Mildred Larsen won the first prize for high schore, Mrs. Thelma McKell, second high and Miss Iretta Lewis the guest prize. Other Oth-er guests were Miss Faye Nelson, Miss Mary Snell, Mrs. Winnie Hawkins and Mrs. Phebe Swen-son. Swen-son. Miss Marie Thomas of Spanish Fork was the winner of first place for the best complete costume at the recent stale fair. She is the Auto Glass Installed While You Wait Cockrell & Jones Inc. 136 West Center Street For Window Glass CALL 56 !7 30c Wick hesitated only a moment. "Right-o," he agreed. "It isn't the sort of night club I'd pick for you, but it might be exciting. Is that what you'd like?" "Like is the wrong word. I crave excitement. Doesn't anything any-thing ever happen except dances, receptions, teas and cocktail parties?" par-ties?" "I have an idea plenty happens a the Red Poppy. As I said, it isn't the sort of place we'd generally gen-erally go " "That's why we're going!" Molly Mol-ly cried. "Oh, Wick, this is going to be the nicest birthday I've ever had. I'm celebrating the end of my 'teens with a mature kind of adventure." "Your birthday! I guess that calls for about 20 orchids," Wick teased. "No orchids tonight. This must be different. Is this place so very-terrible?" very-terrible?" Molly's eager voice urged him on. "Wait and see!" TY"ICK, Molly decided, as she went about dressing, was an understanding person. Much more understanding than Brent with his tenacious memory for birthdays. A big package came late that daughter of Mrs. Louise Frost Robertson. Miss Fern Gardner of Have Your Mattress Work Done Examine Your Bedding NOW! k Good New Mattress or your old one made new by the latest and most sanitary-process used in our Modern Factory, is an excellent excel-lent investment in comfort and satisfac tion. &iA$ The Best Guarantee of a Quiet, Restful Sleep Is a Utah County Made Mattress. Patronize Home Industry Build Utah County You Pay Less And Get More Mattresses Made To Order Re-Built and New OUR GREATEST PLEASURES ARE OUR PLEASED PATRONS! SEND US YOUR MATTRESS TROUBLES WE ENJOY T UTAH CO. WAITRESS FACTORY PHONE 345 661 West Second afternoon, bringing Brent's gift Molly gasped, frowned, and then laughed. The idiot! He must have spent the whole day assembling assem-bling this ridiculous home-made marionette theater. The setting for the tiny actors was a lurid dive, with, bizarre colors and tiny, absurd ab-surd pictures on the wall which carried out a very wicked atmosphere. at-mosphere. The small puppets. themselves, were perfectly cast One, when manipulated proper ly with a string, lurched toward m couple sitting at a table, and dangled dan-gled a dreadful looking miniature knife. Another miniature gentleman gentle-man never could be made to stand on his legs, but toppled and staggered stag-gered in the most inebriated manner. man-ner. Molly regarded one of the tiny actors with suspicious eyes. A golden-haired puppet staring out at the scene with wide, excited eyes. "Might as well be tagged Molly,'" she thought. "Stay home, child, and amuse yourself with this small edition of night life," read Brent's card. "Child!" Molly's soft, red lips closed firmly. "That's exactly what he thinks I am." She put Brent's gift back in the big box and closed the top. After a moment, she took the miniature theater out again and soon was deeply engrossed in making the tiny actors, perform. "But if be thinks for a moment I'm going to spend my birthday pulling strings, he's mistaken." A NOTHER package followed within an hour. "Wanted to spend your birthday with you," Brefit had written on the card. "Since I can't, I'm sending a proxy." The package disclosed a photograph Brent, of course. "Of all the conceited idiots, Molly breathed. "I suppose he thinks I'll put this on my dressing table where IH have to look at it every time I .powder my nose. Well, I won't!" A third package arrived at 7. A beautifully bound and rare first edition. "Just to make up fof those two terrible gifts, and also to carry you through a lonesome evening," Molly read. "So he thinks!" Molly said to herself, dusting powder on her face, and this time carefully avoiding Brent's steady gray eyes, looking out at her from the dressing dress-ing table. Brent was a dear and the book was a gem. But she mustn't forget for-get how stubborn and unyielding he had been. "It was going to "be fun tonight. It was going to be even more fun tomorrow to tell that obstinate would-be-protector about it. How she had not only seen wicked night life, but had rubbed elbows with it. Wick had said: "Wait and seel" Well, she was- waiting! (To Be Continued Salem won second place for the best complete costume. North - Provo, Utah |