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Show THE LEW SUN. LEW, UTAH TTfln MM LARJITIEIElKf 0y TTEKfllPILIE H5MILEY , O PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY WNU SERVICE CHAPTER SUV-Continued .OJf Chiid," Mrs. Follette HJ dear c"11' Marv j "have luncn w JS fresh bread, and we'll "11 vour berries, and some S'cheese' and cream." it" Jane said; 1 hoped .. .i me. We are going at lour r0UneSfieS Simms for the week-J week-J DelaD .. t u. fashionable end. i aunf v.c.::::; ihate it- 'or forty-eig"1 nuui . Follette smiled indulgently. Lrse you don't mean it And SJSS be fashionable. Just be " i nly People Wh TfeH," said Jane, "I'm afraid r never been anybody, Mrs. Fol- lette. "m 1"" Her air was dejected. "What's the matter with you. jane?" Mrs. Follette demanded, jane clasped her hands together. Oh, I want my mother. I want ay mother." Her voice was low, but OUiei. "v. -- . . - MntA in it iere was a poism Old Mary came out with the tray, ,d when she had gone, Mrs. iuu .. .... ... .-II ...u'. Ill" miihline you Tm afraid." 0f what?" "Oh, of Mr. Towne's big house, and-I think I'm a little bit afraid of him,' too, Mrs. FoUette." "Why should you be afraid?" "Of the things he'll expect of me. lie things I'll expect of myself. I can't explain it I just feel it" Mrs. Follette, pouring Ice-cold milk from a silver pitcher, said, "It is a case of nerves, my dear. You don't know how lucky you are." "Am I lucky?", wistfully. "Of course you are lucky. But all girls feel as you do, Jane, when the wedding day isn't far off.' They wonder and wonder. It's the new-ness new-ness the " " laying flesh and spirit ... In his hands . . .' " Jane quoted, with quick-drawn breath. '1 shouldn't put it quite like that" Mrs. Follette said with some severity; se-verity; "we didn't talk like that when I was a girl." "Didn't you?" Jane asked. Well, I know you were a darling, Mrs. Follette. And you were pretty. There's that portrait of you in the library in pink." "Hooked well in pink," said Mrs. Follette, thoughtfully, "but the best picture that was ever done of me i a miniature that Evans has." She buttered another slice of bread. She had no fear of growing fat She was fat, but she was also stately and one neutralized the other. To think of Mrs. Follette as thin would have been to rob her of her duchess role. Jane had not seen the miniature. Sbe asked if she might "I'll get it," said Mrs. FoUette, and rose, ' Jane protested, "Can't 1 do it?" "No, my dear. I know right where to put my hand on it" She went mto the cool and shad-hU shad-hU and started up the stairs. Wit was from the shadows that Jane heard her call it?!rf w something faint and ag-ed ag-ed in the cry, and Jane flew on Jiged feet n - Follette was holding on to stair-rail, swaying a little. "I Jt go any higher," she panted; M ; m my d6ar While yu back agam fa a moment elder wL .her arm around the Z rran.,She held r until the returned to her cheeks. iWSiSh'" SaidM. FoUette "W. i ttmg Up. almost fa.nt. stairs" d .'alling down JLT"eVOUtoyourroom" Wh-.li k 70U can Ue on toe nand be quiet" Ftteu?ringheriMrs- and !! P tte rest f the ofher;reonacouchat Rer- Mrs v """uy to sum-Whern sum-Whern f !' uf-Ue"e foUwed the run "T. 01 taking up win- the at cr ruj. hs up win-it win-it SnVi Wm,er ""tain, and . -gfttful bareness of waxi 4 s Jane tl " ' , Mrs- Follette -JLSS? " is in 'P5eorihnI;:r5Un1 the Iwa, ri. ."""n't see it" row miss it hZT and was g eJse h....;.; .dae e rest oeen . m. as m an aiC0Ve the east window which overlooked Sherwood. It was a mahogany desk of the secretary type, and there was nothing about it to drain the color from Jane's cheeks, to send her hand to her heart Above the desk, however, where his eyes could rest upon it whenever he raised them from his writing, was an old lanternl Jane knew it at once. It was an ancient ship's lantern that she and Baldy had used through aU the years, a heritage from some sea-going ancestor. It was the lantern she had carried that night she had found Evans in the fogl Since her return from Chicago she had not been able to find it Baldy had complained, "Sophy must have taken it home with her." But Sophy had not taken it It was here. And Jane knew, with a certainty that swept away aU doubts, why. "You are a lantern, Jane, held high . . ." She found the miniature and car ried it back to Mrs. FoUette. "I told you you were pretty and you have never gotten over it" She had regained her radiance. Mrs. FoUette reflected complacent- , "1 hope it won't rain," Edith said. ly that girls were like that Moods of the moment Even in her own day. She spoke of it to Evans that night. "Jane had lunch with me. She was very tired and depressed. I told her not to worry. It's natural she should feel the responsibility of the future. Marriage is a serious obligation." "Marriage is more than that, Mother." "What do you mean?" "Oh, it's a great adventure.' The greatest adventure. If a woman loved me, I'd want her to fly to me on wings. There'd be no fear of the future if Jane loved Towne." "But she does love him. She wouldn't marry him for his money." "No, she wouldn't," with a touch of weariness. "It is one of the things I can't make clear to myself. And I think I'd rather not talk about it, Mother." They were in Mrs. FoUette's room. She had told her son about her heart attack, and he had been anxious. But she had been quite herself after and had made Ught of it "I shaU have Hallam over in the morning," he had insisted, and she had acquiesced. "I don't need him, but if it will make you feel better." CHAPTER XV Lucy was stiU to Eloise Harper the stenographer of Frederick Towne. Out of place, of course, in this fine country house, with its formal for-mal gardens, its great stables, its retinue of servants. "What do you do with yourselves?" your-selves?" she asked her hostess, as she came down, ready for dinner, in revealing apricot draperies and found Lucy crisp in white organdie with a band of black velvet around her throat "Do?" Lucy's smile was ingenuous. ingenu-ous. "We are very busy, Del and I. We feed the pigs." "Pigs?" Eloise stared. She had assumed that a girl of Lucy's type would affect an elaborate attitude of leisure. And here she was, instead, fashionably energetic. They fed the pigs, it seemed, ac-tuaUy. ac-tuaUy. "Of course not the big ones. But the little ones have their bottles. bot-tles. There are ten and their mother moth-er died. You should see Del and me. He carries the bottle in a metal met-al holder round," Lucy's hand described de-scribed the shape, "and when they see him coming they aU squeal, and it's adorable." Lucy's air was demure. She was very happy. She was a woman of strong spirit Already she had in terested her weak husband beyond anything he had ever known in his drifting days of bachelorhood. "After "Aft-er dinner," she told Eloise, "I'll show you Del's roses. They are quite marvellous. I think his collection col-lection will be beyond anything in this part of the country." Delafield, coming up, said, "They are Lucy's roses, but she says I am to do the work." "But why not have a gardener?" Eloise demanded. "Oh, we have. But I should hate to have our garden a mere matter mat-ter of mechanics. Del has some splendid ideas. We are going to work for the flower shows. Prizes and all that" Delafield purred like a pussy-cat "I shaU name my first rose the Little Lucy Logan.' " Edith, locking arms with Jane, a little later, as they stroUed under a wisteria-hung treUis towards the fountain, said, "Lucy's making a man of him because she loves him. And I would have laughed at him. We would have bored each other to death." "They wUl never be bored," Jane decided, "with their roses and their little pigs." They had reached the fountain. It was an old-fashioned one, with thin streams' of water spouting up from the biU of a bronzed crane. There were goldfish in the pool, and a big green frog leaped from a lily pad. Beyond the fountain the wisteria roofed a path of pale Ught A peacock pea-cock walked slowly towards them, its long tail sweeping the ground in burnished beauty. "Think of this," said Jane, "and Lucy's days at the office." "And yet," Edith pondered, "she told me if he had not had a penny she would have been happy with him." "I beUeve it. With a cottage, one pig, and a rose-bush, they would find bliss. It is like that with them." The two women sat down on the marble coping of the fountain. The peacock trailed by them, its jewels all ablaze under the sun. Adelaide, in her burnished tuUe, tail, slender, graceful as a willow, was swinging along beneath the trellis. trel-lis. The peacock had turned and walked beside her. "What a picture pic-ture Baldy could make of that" Edith said, " 'The Proud Lady.' " "Do you know," Jane's voice was also lowered, "when I look at her, I feel that it is she who should marry your uncle." Edith was frank. "I should hate her. And so would he in a month. She's artificial, and you are so adorably natural, Jane." Adelaide had reached the circle of light that surrounded the fountain. foun-tain. "The men have come and have gone up to dress," she said. "All except your uncle, Edith. He telephoned that he can't get here until after dinner. He has an important im-portant conference." "He said he might be late. Benny came, of course?" "Yes, and Eloise is happy. He had brought her aU the town gossip. That's why I left I hate gossip." Edith knew that pose. No one could talk more devastatingly than Adelaide of her neighbor's affairs. But she did it, subtly, with an effect ef-fect of charity. "I am very fond of her," was her way of prefacing a ruthless revelation. "I thought your brother would be down." Adelaide looked at Jane, poised on the rim of the fountain, like a blue butterfly, "but he wasn't with the rest" "Baldy can't be here until tomorrow tomor-row noon. .He had to be in the office." of-fice." "What are you going to do with yourself in the meantime. Edith?" Adelaide was in a mood to make people uncomfortable. She was uncomfortable un-comfortable herself. Jane, in billowing bil-lowing heavenly blue with rose ribbons rib-bons floating at her girdle, was youth incarnate. And it was her youth that had attracted Towne. The three women walked towards the house together. As they came out from under the arbor, they were aware of black clouds stretched across the horizon. "I hope it won't 1 rain," Edith said, "Lucy is planning to serve dinner on the terrace." Adelaide was irritable. "I wish she wouldn't There'U be bugs and things." Jane liked the idea of an out-of- i door dinner. She thought that the i maids in their pink linen were like rose-leaves blown across the lawn. There was a great umbrella over the table, rose-striped. "How gay it is," she said: "I hope the rain won't spoil it." When they reached the wide-pU-lared piazza, no one was there. The wind was blowing steadily from the bank of clouds. Edith went in to get a scarf. And so Jane and Adelaide were left alone. Adelaide sat in a big chair with a back like a spreading fan; she was statuesque, and knew it, but she would have exchanged at the moment mo-ment every classic line for the effect ef-fect that Jane gave of unpremeditated unpremedi-tated grace and beauty. The child had flung a cushion on the marble step, and had dropped down upon it The wind caught up her ruffles, so that she seemed to float in a cloud. She laughed, and tucked her whirling whirl-ing draperies about her. "I love the wind, don't you?" Adelaide did not love the wind. It rumpled her hair. She felt spitefully spite-fully ready to hurt Jane, "It Is a pity," she said, after a pause, "that Ricky can't dine with us." Jane agreed. "Mr. Towne always seems to be a very busy person." Adelaide carried a little gauze fan with gold-lacquered sticks. When she spoke she kept her eyes upon the fan. "Do you always caU him 'Mr. Towne'?" "Of course." "But not when you're alone." Jane flushed. "Yes, I do. Why not?" "But, my dear,- it is so very formal for-mal And you are going to marry him." "He said that he had told you." "Ricky teUs me everything. We are very old friends, you know." Jane said nothing. There was. Indeed, nothing to say. She was not in the least jealous of Adelaide. She wondered, of course, why Towne should have overlooked this lovely lady to choose a shabby child. But he had chosen the child, and that settled it as far as Mrs. Laramore was concerned. But it did not settle it for Adelaide. Ade-laide. "I think it Is distinctly amusing amus-ing for you to can him Mr. Towne. Poor Ricky! You mustn't hold him at arms' length." "Why not?" "Well, none of the rest of us have," said Adelaide, deliberately. Jane looked up at her. "The rest of you? What do you mean, Mrs. Laramore?" "Oh, the women that Ricky has loved." lightly. The winds fluttered the ribbons of Jane's frock, fluttered her ruffles. The peacock on the lawn uttered a discordant note. Jane was subconsciously subcon-sciously aware of a kinship between Adelaide and the burnished bird. She spoke of the peacock. "What a disagreeable voice he has." Adelaide stared. "Who?" "The peacock," said Jane. (TO BE COSTISUED) Town Dependent on Glacier for Water Supply Boulder. Colorado town, claims it is the "only city in America and perhaps in the world that owns a glacier for its water supply." Boulder, home of the University of Colorado, 30 miles northwest of Denver, and one of the "gateways" 4o the northern Colorado Rockies, holds the unique position of having an immeasurable and unlimited supply sup-ply of water for public use, stored up in one of nature's best refrigeratorsthe refrigera-torsthe Arapahoe glacier and five smaUer companions. By an act of congress in 1919. the city of Boulder was given full title to the glacier, and since that time has built up one of the most elaborate elabo-rate and productive water systems sys-tems of any city its size in the United States. Thirty miles west of Boulder, nestled in the vaUey between the North and South Arapahoe peaks, lies the Boulder watershed a strip of land taken from the Roosevelt National forest and guarded by heavy fences comprising an area of 6.020 acres of virgin land. Within this section lies the Arapahoe Glacier Gla-cier and five smaller bodies of ice. draining into nine large mountain lakes, at an altitude of from 11.000 to 13,000 feet The lakes have capacity of more than a bUlion gal Ions of nearly pure drinking water in storage for use in the fu ture by Boulder residents. Four 12-inch pipes carry water to the two reservoirs overlooking the city, passing through settling sta tions at several points on the 18-mlle 18-mlle journey, so that the terrific gravity pressure of the water may be reduced. Fire hydrants in the city normal ly have a pressure at the nozzle of nearly 100 pounds to the square inch. The drop of 6,000 feet in 18 miles exerts enough pressure to shoot a stream of water over some of the larger buildings of the city without the use of fire-fighting force pumps. Coming as it does from high alti tude lakes, the water is virtuaUy germ free and needs little treat ment Arapahoe glacier is said by geol ogists to be moving at a rate of from 12 to 27 feet a year. Greenwich filiate The settlement of Greenwich Village Vil-lage was first named Bossen Bou-nerie. Bou-nerie. After the English took over the rule of the city, the name was changed in 1721 to Greenwich, which means green village. far Bust (Toy Back in Movies Tr War Cramps Hughes' Thomas in Screen Debut 1 y Virginia Vale I IF THE current crop of young Americans doesn't know all about American history his-tory it won't be the fault of the movies. Producers are fairly falling over each other in the scramble to stake a claim to a slice of it; hardly a day passes that another historical picture isn't announced. an-nounced. Though It hardly seems possible, "HoUywood Cavalcade" is history too, the history of the movies, released re-leased for the Industry's fiftieth anniversary. an-niversary. The heroine, played by Alice Faye, is a combination of aU those golden-curled girls who used to act before the cameras (and as a rule most of them over-acted), and Don Ameche plays the hero, who ii a number of those historic leading men roUed into one. But the hit of the picture, so far as a lot of people are concerned, is the lads who show us how slapstick comedy used to be played. Buster Keaton, Chester Conklin, Ben Tur-pin, Tur-pin, Hank Mann, Eddie CoUins, Jimmy Jim-my Finlayson there they are again. throwing custard pies with vim and vigor, staging a comedy treat for i iV " v; ill ALICE FAYE the old-timers who used to laugh at them and the new generation who never saw them before. AU hail the Keystone copsl And be it said for Alice Faye that she can take a custard pie in the face and come right up for more. Howard Hughes is returning to the picture business, since the war has cramped his style where round-the-world flights are concerned. And he wants a new boy and girl team. He has shown that he's genius when it comes to discovering and developing talent; he launched Jean Harlow in "Hell's Angels," you'll remember, and made Paul Muni a motion picture star overnight in "Scarface." lie's shown, too, that he knows how to make pictures. During the long stretch when "HeU's Angels" was considered Just a rich man's folly, people who had served their time at picture-making predicted that he'd never get back ene-tenth of the money that be was pouring Into It. It's stiM being shown and still making money. HOW SEW By RUTH WYETH SPEARS " i : t rmi n i ijr; J 'M pa vjls CUT STRAIGHT BANDS Z I "WIDE. TURN A MO PRESS t066J THEN 6TITCH AS SHOWN uCTURDY and masculine." Al- so, "Red trimmings, please." That was the order for the bedspread bed-spread in the combination work- and-play room of a 10-year-old lad. Blue and tan predominated in the room. The clever mother made curtains t for the rather large square window; using lunch cloths In these colors one cloth making a pair of curtains. Blue denim with red gingham bands is suggested for the spread. The diagram may be used as a guide for cutting and making a spread of any 36-inch material for a bed of any width. The amount of material needed will be three times the full width of the fin ished spread, plus two inches. Two Seams covered by bands run straight across the width of the spread. The two lengthwise bands may be close together or far apart according to the width of the bed. The corners at the foot are cut out as shown. The edges are then pressed to the right side and bands stitched over them. NOTE: Readers who are now using Sewing Books No. 1, 2 and 3 will be happy to learn that No. 4 is ready for mailing; as well as the 10 cent editions of No. 1, 2 and 3. Mrs. Spears has just made quilt block patterns for three designs de-signs selected from her favorite Early American quilts. You may have these patterns FREE with your order for four books. Price of books 10 cents each postpaid. Set of three quilt block patterns without books 10 cents. Send orders or-ders to Mrs. Spears, Drawer 10, Bedford HiUs, New York. . NEW PACK! YOVXCimtR John Charles Thomas is going into the movies. Remember the litUe difference of opinion he had concerning con-cerning his radio appearances, because be-cause he wouldn't sing if he couldn't conclude with "Good night. Mother"? Moth-er"? He will sing in the picture in which he makes his screen debut, "Kingdom Come," whose story deals with American folk music. It wiU be made by Producers Corporation Corpora-tion of America, a new moUon-pic-ture company. It's going to seem strange to have Nelson Eddy permanently off that Sunday night radio program; a lot of his admirers wiU never be reconciled recon-ciled to his departure. But he feels that, what with concerts, recordings a'nd work in the movies, he hasn't time for regular radio work. u Edward G. Robinson Is all la favor fa-vor of realism oa the radio and in his pictures, but it was almost too much for him at one of his broadcasts broad-casts not long ago. The script called for the sound effect of a man being bit ever the head with a chair. The sound effects man was to smash the chair against the wall (try K sometime and see if it sounds like the real thing). The chair slipped, hit an actor over the head, and put him In the Hollywood emergency emergen-cy hospital. ODDS AD ESDS Alter having It on and off the schedule tinea 1936, Metro hat finatfy put ",Vof Too Sorrow, Sor-row, Not Too Deep" into production, with Joan Crauford and Clark CabU . . . 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