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Show TOE LEHI SUN, LEW, TTTAII TTDii y TTEKHIPILIE IBAHLIE O PKNN PUBLISHING COMPANY WNU SERVICE THE STORY nrcttv Jane Barnes, who lived with her brother. Baldwin. In Sher- Young, pre' ' Washington, was not particularly Impressed when she read ood ParK;trnP.ive Edith Towne had been lelt at the altar by Delafleld Simms, mat rlcha" Yorker However, she still mused over It when she met Evans althy we" neighbor, whom the war had left completely discouraged and follette. s yu" had aiwayl loved Jane. That morning Baldwin Barnes, on despondent, t. Wasnlngton, offered assistance to a tall, lovely girl In distress. W ? w,",nJ bag she had left in the car. containing a diamond ring on ter he wuno i to Edith Forever." He knew then that his passenger vhich was'nHS:,u Towne. Already he was half In love with her. That night he bee?,r ' matter with Jane, and they called her uncle, worldly, sophisticated tscuswdtnemj" He vlsited them at tnelr home) delighted with Jane's slm-fredericK slm-fredericK i" m Editn', lt0ry. Because her uncle desired it, Edith Towne Elicity. "fj Delafleld Simms, whom she liked but did not love. She disappeared ad sccepieu wedding was to nave taken place. The next day Jane fcnmediaieiy fruJt rom Towne and a note asking if he might call again. (eceivi iipttp widowed mother of Evans, was a woman of Indomitable courage. Mrs. 1 she nevertheless managed to keep Evans and herself In compara-,n,p0V compara-,n,p0V mfort 'by running a dairy farm. Evans, mentally depressed and dis-s", dis-s", j hid little self reliance and looked to his mother and Jane for guid-glusionea, guid-glusionea, phones Baldy In answer to an ad. She asked him to bring "iJt.thook Jane caUs on Frederick Towne In his elaborate office. He gives jer ""jTno'grapher, a letter to Delafleld Simms, In which he severely criti-'UC5'' criti-'UC5'' him Unknown to him, Lucy and Simms are In love with each other, tires j home in his limousine. She Introduces him to Evans, who I011 taui of Towne. Baldy goes to meet Edith Towne at her hiding place. He fnws her that she should return home and face her friends., She is Inter-cw1!h Inter-cw1!h in Baldy Later they eat In a restaurant, where Edith sees several friends. fste?nnw they will see to It that the news is spread. When Towne asks Jane to di e with him Evans realizes that he must do something to rehabilitate himself. CHAPTER VII Continued ! ;The Towne car was waiting, and Mrs. Follette in a flurry welcomed ftem. "I don't see why you didn't ride over with him." J "He hadn't come, and we preferred pre-ferred to walk." "What was the matter with you, fvans?" "Nothing much, Mother. I'm sor-rj sor-rj you were fussed." He gave her bo further explanation, f Jane put on her slippers and went iff in the great car. And then Evans Ev-ans said, "I'm going over to Hal-lam's." Hal-lam's." "Aren't you well, my dear?" I "I want to talk to him." He saw her anxious look, and bent and lissed her. "Don't worry, Mumsie, Tin all right." I Dr. Hallam's old estate adjoined jhe Follette farm. The doctor was l nerve specialist, and went every inorning to Washington, coming back at night to the quiet of his (harming home. He was unmarried unmar-ried and was looked after by men-iervants. men-iervants. He had been much interested inter-ested in Evans' case,' and had in fact had charge of it. I I The doctor was by the library fire, smoking a cigar and reading a Irown book. He welcomed Evans heartily. "I was wondering when 'you would turn up again." He showed the title of his book, "Bos-well. "Bos-well. There was a man. As great as the man he wrote about, and we are just beginning to find it out." j "Rare edition?" Evans sat down, j "Yes. Got it at Lowdermilk's yesterday." i "We' ve oodles of old books on :our shelves. Ought to sell them, I suppose." f "1 wouldn't sell one of mine." jHallam was emphatic. "I'd rather 'murder a baby." Evans flamed suddenly. "I'd sell mine, if I could get the things 1 'want," I "I don't want anything as much as I want my books." "I do. I want life as I used to live it." I The doctor sat up and looked at Ihim. "You mean before the war?" I "Yes." "Good." I "I'm tired of being half a man. ; It there's any way out of it, I want I you to teU me." The doctor's eyes were bright with interest. He knew the first symp-1 symp-1 toms of recovery in such cases. The ucurasxnemc quality of Evans' trouble trou-ble had robbed him of initiative. His waking-up was a promising sign. "The thing to do, of course, is to get to work. Why don't you open an office?" "A fat chance I'd have of getting clients." "I think they'd come." The doctor mnlra1 n. . : - i $ w.v. iW a tunc Hi S1ence, then he said, "Decide on I something hard to do, and do it i " t if you feel you are going to m the attempt" j There was something inspiring to j wa in the idea. Hard things. J Jat was it He poured out the f "r of the past few days. The j ful scene with Rusty. Tonight in lV,lUnder tte P5- "Wanted j mre than anything to drop myself I 10 the river." i He was u,,n,;-, . J anrt i ... 6 "ic uuur, udCK J .limping to one edge of , -s. men limping to the other. I BarL vC Came- LiWe Jane ! i You her. and she told i t0 get Pff-"id I was- JJJ of my soul-" He stopped In i 5jL? doctor and smiled , "Are any of us cap- of our souls, doctor?" ; doctor . uarnea " I know." The , 11 r was intensi ttt: 1U hi A . .... POWor k. . "-iuua. n 111- ZZ a lot t0 do with things. workT 6 18 when yQUr will won't Devlin88 t0 be workin5 on c75S " Aain Evans was an Sc? , But that idea of eabi,PPeals to " will raLr . T67' ,houSh- And it tageut.' Prblemt0know wbere ci h. 1 ,r,l Evans' eyes "It 6 one way. wouldn't it? MMI ILAvKJTTIEnRM THUS FAR Mother would rather hate it But whaf s a library against a life?" He seemed to fling the question to a listening universe. The doctor laughed. "She'll be sensible if you put it up to her. And you must frivol a bit Play around with the girls." "I don't want any girls except Jane." "Little Jane Barnes. Well, she'll do." Til say she wilL" The doctor, watching him as he walked back and forth, said, "The thing to do is to map out a normal day. Make it pretty close to the program you followed before ,the war. You haven't happened to keep a diary, have" you?" "Yes. It's a. clumsy record. Mother started me when I was a. kid." , "That's what we want Read it every night and do some of the And be was interested. things the next day that you did then. You will find you can stick closer than you think. And it will give you a working plan." Evans sat down and discussed the idea. It was late when he rose to leave. "It will be slow," was Hallam's final admonition, "but I believe you can do it And when things go wrong, just honk and I'll lend you some gas," his big laugh boomed out, as they stood in the door together. to-gether. "Nasty night." "I have a lantern." Evans picked it up from the porch. When Evans reached home his mother called from upstairs, "I thought you were never coming." "Hallam and I had a lot to talk about" He came running up, and entering enter-ing her room found her propped up on her pillows. "Mother," said Evans, and stood looking down at her, "Hallam wants me to sell 6ome of the old books and use the money to open an office." of-fice." "What kind of office?" "Law. In town." "But are you well enough, Evans?" Ev-ans?" ' "He says that I am. He says that I must think that I am well. Mother." "But" "Dearest, don't spoil it with doubts. It's my life. Mother." There was a look on his face which she had not seen since his return. Uplifted, eager. A light in his eyes, like the light which had shone in the eyes of a boy. She found it difficult to speak, i "My dear, the books are yours. Do as you think best" He leaned over and kissed her. lifting her a bit There was energy J as well as affection in the quick ca j ress. She drew herself away laugh-1 ing. breathless. "How strong you 1 are." ! ifJPi k "Am I? Well, I think I am. And I am going to conquer the world, Mumsie." His exaltation lasted during the reading of the diary. It was a fat little book, and the pages were written writ-ten close in his fine firm script He found things between the leaves a four-leaved clover Jane had sent him when he made the football team. A rose, colorless and dry. Florence Preston had given it to him. He dropped the rose in the waste-basket waste-basket How could he ever have thought of Florence? Love wasn't a thing of blue eyes and pale gold bair. It was a thing of fire and flame and fighting. Fighting! That was It With your back to the wall and winning! For some day he meant to win Jane. Did she think she could be In the world and not be his? And if she loved strength she should have it He bent his head in his hands his hands clasped tensely. There was a prayer in his heart His whole being ached with the agony of his effort "Oh, God, let me fight and win. Bring me back to the full measure of a man." Again he opened the book. Bits of printed verse dropped out of it Jane had sent him this, "One who never turned his back, but marched breast-forward." He opened the book and read of Jane, and of himself as he had once been. He skipped the record of his college days, except where he found such reference as this: "Little Jane is growing up. She met me at the station and held out her hand to me. I used always to kiss her, but this time I didn't dare. She was different differ-ent somehow, but some day I'll kiss her." And this: "Jane is rather a darling. dar-ling. But I am beginning to believe that I like 'em fair." That was when he had a terrible crush on Florence Preston, whose coloring- was blue and gold. But it hadn't lasted, and he had come back to Jane with a sense of refreshment He found at last the pages given over to those first days after he had been admitted to the Washington bar, and had hung out his shingle. "Sat at my desk all the morning. Great bluff. One client received with great effect of busy-ness. Had lunch with a lot of fellows pan-cakes pan-cakes and sausages ate an armful. Tea with three debutantes at the Shoreham peaches. Dance at the Oakleys' in Georgetown. Corking time. One deadly moment when the butler took my overcoat Poor people peo-ple ought not to dance where there are butlers." Autumn came: "Jane and I went today to gather fox grapes. Mother is making jelly and so is Jane. The vines were a great tangle. Shut in among them we seemed a thousand miles away from the world. Jane made herself a wreath of grape leaves, and looked like a nymph of the woods. I told her so and she gazed at me with those great gray eyes of hers and said, 'Evans, when the gods were young they must have lived like this with grapes for their food, and the birds to sing for them, and the little wild things of the wood for company. It would be heavenly, heaven-ly, wouldn't it?' She's a queer kid. Life with her wouldn't be humdrum. She's so intensely herself." "We talked a bit about the war. I told her I should go if France needed me. I am not going to wait until this country gets into it We owe a debt to France . . ." He stopped there, and closed the book. He did not care to read farther. far-ther. Oh, his debt to France had been paid. And after that day with Jane among the tangled vines things had moved faster and faster. He didn't want to think of it . . . Hackney Is Descendant Prior to the end of the Eighteenth century the use of wheeled vehicles was not general. Says Johnstone in writing of the origin of hackneys: "Roads were few and bad. Therefore There-fore people relied mostly on horseback horse-back and walking for transportation. transporta-tion. At this time (about 1800) there was in the eastern part of England a breed of saddle horse called the Norfolk trotter. The hackney of today to-day is a descendant of this strain. The Norfolk trotter had fast gaits and good endurance, yet from his conformation this conclusion would not be drawn. His head is too coarse, neck short and thick, and he has no height" The hackneys of today have these same qualities, with the exception of much nicer heads, writes Capt. Maxwell Corpening in the Chicago Tribune. Originally they were saddle sad-dle horses, but now are used mostly most-ly for driving principally in shows. Great stress is placed upon their manner of going. Much time i3 devoted de-voted by trainers to achieving an exaggerated high foot action. Their success in achieving this is remarkable remark-able considering the breed's heavy forehand and relatively thick, chubby chub-by oody. Because of this up end-down end-down motion the hackney is not tasi CHAPTER VIII The evening wrap which Jane wore with her old white chiffon was of a bright Madonna blue with a black fur collar. Jane, as has been said, .loved clear color, and when she dyed dingy things she brought them forth lovely to the eye and tremendously picturesque. Frederick's house was a place where polished floors seemed to dissolve dis-solve in pools of golden light where a grand staircase led up to balconies, balco-nies, where the ceilings were almost incredibly high, the vistas almost incredibly remote. Frederick, coming com-ing towards her through those pools of golden light blonde, big and smiling, brought a swift memory of another blonde and heroic figure, not in evening clothes but in silver armor "Nun sei bedankt mein Leber Le-ber Schwan," Lohengrin! That was it "A fat Lohengrin," she amended, maliciously. Unaware of this devastating estimate, esti-mate, Frederick welcomed her with the air of a Cophetua. He was unconscious un-conscious of his attitude of condescension. conde-scension. He was much attracted, but he knew, of course, that his interest in-terest in her would be a great thing for the little girl. And he was interested. A queer thing had happened to him a thing which clashed with all his theories, broke down the logic of his previous pre-vious arguments. He had fallen in love with little Jane Barnes, at first sight if you please like a,crude boy. And he wanted her for his wife. It was an almost unbelievable situation. situa-tion. There had been so many women wom-en he might have married. Lovelier Loveli-er women than Jane, wittier, more distinguished, richer of more assured as-sured social standing. He could have had the pick of them, yet not one of them had he wanted. Here was little Jane Barnes, bobbed hair, boyish, slender, quaint in her cheap clothes, and he could see no one else at the head of his table, no one else by his side in the big car, no one else to share the glamorous days of honeymoon, and the life which was to follow. And so when young Baldwin had telephoned of Edith's plans, there had leaped into Towne's mind the realization of his opportunity. He would see Jane among his household house-hold gods. And he would see her alone. He had sent Briggs in time to have her there before the others arrived. And now Fate had played further into his hands. "I've had another message from Edith," he told her; "we'll have to eat dinner without them. The fog caught them south of Alexandria, and they went into a ditch. They will eat at the nearest hotel while the car is being fixed up." "Baldy's car always breaks at psychological moments," said Jane. "If it hadn't broken down on the bridge, he wouldn't have found your niece." "And I wouldn't have known you" he was smiling at her. "Who would ever have believed that so much hung on so little." And now Waldron, the butler, announced an-nounced dinner and Jane entering the dining-room felt dwarfed by the Gargantuan tables, the high-backed ecclesiastical chairs, the tall silver candlesticks with their orange candles. can-dles. "Your color," Towne told her. "You see I remembered your knitting-" "I'm crazy about brilliant wools," said Jane; "some day I am going to open a shop and sell them." But he knew that she would not open a shop. "You were like some lovely bird an oriole, perhaps, with your orange and black." (TO BE CONTINUED) of the Norfolk Trotter as compared with our standard-bred roadsters. The process of refining the breed came into prominence with the advent ad-vent of better roads and the introduction intro-duction of wheeled vehicles. So long as he was used for saddle purposes pur-poses coarseness was tolerated. With the development of snappy little vehicles, smooth roads, and the exaggerated hackney way of going, fashionable folk began to take notice. no-tice. Hackney classes with feminine femi-nine drivers became social events. In seeking to maintain the pace American sportsmen began importing import-ing these cocky little performers, until now no horse show is complete without them. The common reference to "road hack" in designating a saddle class is a derivation of hackney. Likewise Like-wise the term hack in describing a vehicle. Above Loco Lomond Scotland's Ben Lomond,, over 3,000 feet high and covered with : grass to the top. can be ascended j between steamer calls, a little more ! than two hours going up, less com-' com-' izig down. Loch Lomond, at its ; foot. the largest lake in Grat BriU'a. Star Bust Disecting a Comedian k John Huhbard Zooms k Orson in Tough Spot 1 By Virginia Vale I TF YOU'RE interested in A taking a comedian apart and seeinc what makes him funny on the screen, consider Man Laurel s shoes. Of course, shoes have always been an important part of a comedian's come-dian's wardrobe Charlie Chaplin's, for instance but Laurel makes use of them m such a way that the audience isn't conscious of the part they play. The shoes he wears when makinfl pictures have no heels that's all there is to it They give him that strange, rolling gait, and you laugh at the way he walks without knowing know-ing why. They also help In giving him the woe-becone appearance that contributes so much to his perform ances. Watch him In his latest Dicture. "A Chump at Oxford," and you'll realize how much those trick shoes do for him. It took John Hubbard Just two years to a day, after he reached Hollywood, to climb to the top the top being the leading role in "The Housekeeper's Daughter," Joan Bennett's new Hal Roach picture. Hubbard was discovered by Oliver HinsdelL Paramount talent coach, in one of the Goodman theater plays in Chicago. Paramount gave him some JOHN HUBBARD small roles, and then he went to Metro, where Mervyn LeRoy re named him "Anthony Allen" per haps you remember seeing him in "Dramatic School," with Louise Rainer. Hal Roach liked his work and per sonality so much that he persuaded Metro to let him assume the rest of Hubbard's contract, and once more our hero became John Hubbard. Keep your eye on him he may turn out to be one of the screen's topflight top-flight leading men. Hollywood's sorely sore-ly In need of some new ones right now. Orson Welles, the actor who be came famous all over the country when he unintentionally spread ter ror with that Mars broadcast, is in a spot where he's going to be great ly envied, and, later, greatly panned by many of those who envy him at present For he has done what nobody else ever has. He's never made a picture, pic-ture, but the contract he signed with RKO permits him to produce and direct his first one, and star In it as well. The picture will be based on Joseph Conrad'a "Heart of Dark ness," and if It Is good Welles will practically have the motion picture industry in his pocket Don Ameche and his wife named their first son Ronald, and their sec ond, Donald; nicknamed "Ronnie" and "Donnie," they seemed to have started something in the way of names. When the third son came he was name Thomas Anthony he'll be "Tommie," of course, which doesn't quite rhyme. But the senior Ameches didn't care for "Connie" or "Johnnie" and couldn't think of any other names that would do. Rudy Vallee felt that he'd sung "My Time Is Your Time" to the tame sponsor long enough, and that's why he's leaving them in September. Sep-tember. It's a 10-year relationship that is ending, the longest of its kind in radio history. Vallee has been responsible for uncovering great deal of radio talent and In developing the vaudeville type of ra dio program that has been so widely imitated. Eut it seems likely that the one thing he'll be remembered for is introducing Charlie McCarthy to the radio public, and keeping him on the air until he was well enough known to find a place of his own. ODDS AND ENDS-Alter year's absence Wayne King and hit orchestra will return to the air in October; King has been on a personal appearance tour since last fall ... Beryl Mercer' t death leaves a vacancy that will be hard for the movie makers to fill . . . Johnny Green's new piano concerto, "Music for Elizabeth," will be played by Jos Ituibi at Carnegie Hall this autumn; the "Elizabeth" is Johnny's wife, for merly Betty F urness, of the movies. ff teased by Western Newipaper Union.) Alex Finds It Smooth Going! r v- f. . ' it? ;J ....... ..... . . iAjf ' . " 1 t Barrel jumpers usually play safe with papier maehe dummies. But Alex Hurd, Olympic record holder and jumping star of the Sun Valley Ice Show at the New York World's Fair, shows his self confidence confi-dence by leaping over steel drums full of Quaker State motor oil. Adv. HOW-SEW AN IMPORTANT speaker was J- x scheduled, and the club rooms were looking rather shabby. The decorating committee reported that formal draperies would lend an air of distinction. The funds wouldn't stretch and the commit tee wouldn't give up. Finally, ev ery cent was put into material. Sewing machines hummed and here is a sketch of the miracle that was wrought. Here also are the dimensions that were used for making patterns for the graceful valance sections which were fastened fas-tened over rods with snaps. For the looped section, cut pa per 18 inches deep and half as wide as the window measured over the frame. From the upper right corner to point A is half of the window width less two inches Point B is 6 inches below the up per left corner. Draw a diagona. SENSE OF HUMOR "THERE is no danger of dictator- -- chip in this country 10 long as American retain their iene of humor. "Humor ii a symbol of liberty and freedom in a country where we can see the ridiculous side of polities, .when there i a repression of ItiuRiiler and witticism about political personages such it now exists in Europe, the Ions of other liberties is on the way." Dr. George E. Vincent, former presi dent, Rockefeller foundation. a Li KruHi's rnnm m F t A "T", I I jL I f r"i fT I si I 1 i 11 Tljp QPFf"IAI inc JILV.IALJ advertise. They are not afraid fiUICK fx WU0TES4IL li s H Vv ... i. W ' By RUTH WYETH SPEARS line from A to B, and a curve from B to the lower right corner. cor-ner. Place the edge marked C on a fold of the goods. The diagonal ends are pleated and stitched into a band as at D. For the end pieces, cut paper 15 inches wide and 24 inches deep. E s 3 inches below the upper left corner. F is 9 inches in from the upper right corner. G is 6 inches down from the upper right corner. Finish the top as at II. The olTer of the two 25-cent sew ing books containing 08 HOW TO SEW articles that have not ap peared in the paper will be withdrawn with-drawn soon. At present you can get both books for the price of one; but don't delay; send 25 cents with name and address to Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Desplaines St., Chicago, Chi-cago, 111., and both books will be sent by return mail, postpaid. HOUSEHOLD QUESTIONS L- ... 1 I "4 I ffn r I , - VI T'-rr t if! r 1 Scorches on Linen. To remove light scorches from linens, wet the stained area with cold water and expose it to the sun until the stain disappears. Labor-Saving. A small closet placed above the sink for holding dishwashing necessities is quite a labor-saving device. A rack may be made to hold the dish pan if the sink is too low. Cleaning Garden Hands. Working Work-ing in the garden makes the hands grimy and hard. About half a teaspoon of ordinary sugar, mois-.tened mois-.tened and rubbed into the hands with a 6oapy lather will clean them and leave them beautiful and smooth. To Clean White Raincoat. Cut up two ounces of good yellow soap and boil it in a little water till dissolved, dis-solved, then let it cool a little and stir in half an ounce of powdered magnesia. Wash the raincoat with this, using a nail brush for the soiled parts; rinse IT the dirty soap and dry with a clean cloth. ana ijvpaicnnii .... y- KELIOGG'S toasted Corn r,, Ilues remain, year offer year, America's favorite the largest- selling ready-to-eat cereal in the world 1 Opr. 1939 by KcOofj Cosiptas OU can depend on the special sa'es the mercaots ur town announce in the columns of this paper. They mean money saving to our readers. It always pays to patronize the merchants who ot their merchandise or their prices. |