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Show TIIE LEHI SUN. LEW, UTAH -l.riTa A mm. v 4 fcrA -Siapp i B Y THE STORY Charming, wealthy Gabrlella (Gar tor ihort) Graham, engaged to Todd Janeway, returns to a cabin In the Maine wuodi accompanied by a friend, Kate Oliver. The Idea of a stay in the cabin occurred to her when she received a key to It following the death of her godfather. Uncle John Lawrence. The two glrla notice that someone Is living in the cabin. Kate suspects that Gay knows the Identity of the mysterious occupant. The mystery man returns. He Is John Houghton, a young doctor whom Gay had known In previous years. Immediately aggressive, Gay aska him by what right he is in the cabin. His right, shs finds. Is greater than ber own. He, too, possesses a key, but mora than that. Is heir to It from his Uncle John, Gay's godfather. Gay is high handed with him, and he states courteously that ha wlU leave. Looking at him In the doorway, her old feelings return. She knows that he is more necessary to her than is Todd Jane-way, Jane-way, the man aha la to marry. Gav asks John to reconsider his decision to leave. The next morning brings a different feeling, and John decides to remain for his vacation on mora week. The night before Gay and Kate are to return noma to New York John gets an urgent request to call at a nearby farm. Gay accompanies him while ha cares for the patient. Returning to tha cabin at a lata hour, John stops tha car. He tells Gay that he Iovm her, and she admits that he is necessary to her happiness. Meanwhile, worried by their absence Kate has called Todd Janeway in New York. She knows that Gay and John feel a strong attachment for each other, and wants Todd to coma to Maine where he can talk to Gay. Todd arrives while Kate is alona. She breaks the news to him. Todd, warmhearted and generous, Is heartsick but refuses to become melodramatic. Gay and John, who have been canoeing, return to the cabin, there to find Todd. John leaves temporarily and Gay tells Todd that she has fallen in love with John. Todd, understanding that it Is unavoidable tells her he is still her best friend. Christmas comes and Gay la noma in Now Vnrit awaiting John-f arrival for tha holidays. 1 CI1APTEE VII Continued 10 "Worml" Gay exclaimed. "I hate you. Aren't you up rather early yourself?" "I didn't heed the ads," he said mock-tragically. "I failed to do my Christmas shopping early." "Poor Robert!" Gay smiled. Though to ber father's family it was a mystery, she understood very well why her mother had married Robert Rob-ert He had, as her mother had, an Ingenuous zest for living. He was no longer the handsome figure of a man-about-town he had been when he became her step-father. He was getting stout and somewhat florid and his blond hair was receding at the temples, but his spirit was buoyant, buoy-ant, his nature restfully uncomplicated uncompli-cated and his enjoyment of good food, good sport and gay company remained undiminished. He was kind, and fond of her. His expression, expres-sion, now, as he looked at her across lace and silver and crystal flowers which splintered the light into glittering glit-tering sparkles, was admiring and interested. "Go to it. kid." he said. "I'm all for romance myself. If you need moral support you can count on Uncle Un-cle Robert." He was a dear or maybe in her blissful state she felt tender toward to-ward all the world. She blew him a kiss and went on along the hall. In the drawing-room Sukl was hanging wreaths made of silvered leaves and bunches of blue glass berries. She knew it was Suki because be-cause Togo's province was the kitchen. kitch-en. It occurred to her that It was a little incongruous that small heathen Sukl with his flat lemon colored face and black bead eyes should be decorating dec-orating the apartment for a Christian Chris-tian festival What would John make of It all, of Sukl and Togo who had been with Robert for years, of Mathilde whom her mother had brought back from France, of her mother, of Robert, of Christmas Eve at the apartment? What would he make of the Vic torian elegance of "Dunedin" when they went tomorrow? Could he, as she did. Ignore Aunt Flora's disap- proval, the curious but premeditat ed coolness of the relatives who would be there? Panic seized her again. Her spirits sank with the descent of the elevator. She regret ted, for an instant, that John was coming. Now, at this moment, while their meeting was still in the fu ture, the feeling they had for each other was secure. Now But that was absurd. She shook .off frightening fancies. Her spirits (lifted when the Negro doorman opened the door for her. "Merry Christmas, William." ' "White Christmas, Miss Graham, i "It's nice, isn't it?" "Luck fo certain." The Negro's face was slit by an ivory grin. "Good times comin' pretty soon." The train from Boston, unless it was late, was already in. Gay made her way through the concourse of the station toward the gate where John would be waiting. Expectancy gave wings to her feet She hur ried on. Jostling and being jostled, heedless of admiring glances cast at her, impatient of any delay. Then through people passing, she saw him and reluctance checked her eagerness. eager-ness. Her flying pace slackened. She advanced slowly, caught in panic pan-ic again, walking mechanically, all feeling suspended. He did not see her. He stood beside be-side the gate, his eyes searching through the groups that eddied past him. But was that John? She hadn't remembered It was the overcoat he wore which made him look so talL She'd never seen him in the winter before. The new hat he wore was not becoming. She didn't know him. It wasn't that tall young man. obviously ill at ease, whom she had come to meet She couldn't move or speak to him. She felt paralyzed, frozen inside. He saw ber and smiled. She start two keys L I D A THUS FAR ed toward him as he started toward to-ward her. "Hello." He removed his hat, smiling diffidently. "Hello." Her voice sounded thin and unnatural She felt her mouth stretch in a mechanical smile. He bent to kiss her. She lifted her face. A redcap, carrying luggage, bumped into them so that his lips, glancingly, touched her cheek. "We must find a taxi." She did not look at him. "I didn't bring a car." His hand cupped her elbow but she led the way. A porter followed with his luggage. "Did you have a good trip?" she asked after an interval of silence. "Not bad. We were on time." "I'm sorry I was delayed. I left the apartment in time but traffic was heavy." "Thaf s all right I haven't waited wait-ed long." They stood waiting for the porter to call a taxi. "How are you?" he asked. She glanced up at him, then quickly quick-ly away. "Splendid, thank you. Isn't it nice to have snow?" "If it keeps on like this the trains won t be coming in on time." "No, probably not Have you had breakfast?" "No. It doesn't matter, though. I'm not hungry." A taxi slid in beside them. The porter opened the door. John put her in, supervised the stowing of his luggage, sat beside her. The cab moved out into traffic. She glanced up at him. He was looking at her. The hurt bewilderment in his eyes, the difficult smile that moved across hi lips, restored warmth and a feeling of tenderness. "Hello!" she said softly. ' "Hello!" His arms went around her. Their lips met and held. Pres ently she drew away. "Is this scandalous behavior for New York?" His voice sounded hap py, relieved. "Who cares?" She winked to clear her vision. "Oh why are we always such idiots?" "I didn't know you. You looked I was terrified." "So was I. Darling, that hat1 "Don't you like it either?" He turned to open the window. "We'll throw it out" "Idiot!" She pressed close to him. her face against the rough cloth of his coat "It's all right isn't it?" "The hat? You change your mind so" "Us. I mean Your being: here We're going to have fun." "Of course we are. Breakfast first though. I wasn't hungry when you asked me, but I'm starving now." "Are you?" She laughed. "So am L Let's send your luggage out to Mother's apartment and stay down town all day. We'll have breakfast at Child's and walk in the snow and drop quarters in all the Santa Claus kettles and sing carols on street cor ners and" "You darling! I'm so hacDy. so glad to be here." "Are you? Darling! John!" John got up as Gay's mother rose from the love-seat on which they sat "So I suppose I" II have to forgive you." she said, smiling up at him with Gay's smile and Gay's trick of crinkling her eyes. "I was prepared pre-pared to dislike you intensely." "Now, Kitty," her husband said with indulgent fondness, "you've never disliked anybody. It's your all-inclusive love for your fellow-men fellow-men which keeps getting you into trouble." "That's unkind of you, Robert" She linked her arm through her hus band's. "What will John think of me?" 'I think you are very kind," he said, realizing that the reply was Inadequate, seeing and resenting the to a cabin LA R RIM e MACRAE SMITH CO. amusement in her deep blue eyes, so like Gay's. "Kindness is an endearing trait in a mother-in-law," Robert Cameron said cheerfully. He consulted his watch. "My dear, we must be on our way." "We're going to the theater with the Davenports," she said in the way she had of seeming to share an intimate confidence. "They've Just become grandparents and need cheering." The Japanese house-boy came into the room. She spoke to him about calling for the car. John watched her pleasant manner with the servant serv-ant She was prettier than Gay, he thought, but less beautiful smaller, small-er, softer, more rounded. Her hair which had been dark was, prematurely, prema-turely, turning white. Cut short and curled, it looked like a wig for fancy dress rather than a symbol of age. Her skin, in the diffused light which filled the long high-ceilinged room, had a honey-colored tint and her small pretty mouth was painted the exact shade of the coral azalea against her shoulder. She didn't look like anybody's mother. It was difficult to realize, in spite of certain cer-tain points of resemblance, that she bore so close a relationship to Gay. She turned to him as the house- boy slid noiselessly out of the room. She felt paralyzed, frozen Inside. "We must get acquainted tomor row," she said, laying a small jeweled jew-eled hand on his arm. "But no! You and Gay will be leaving for Dunedin' fairly early. Christmas dinner, there, is always at two." She glanced up at her husband, smiling through narrowed eyes. "If we're to see any of the first act at all" her husband said a trifle hastily. "Yes, darling." She turned again to John. "Perhaps we'll see you later. If not good-night Suki will take care of you. You are very welcome here. We want you to feel at home." He would like to feel at home. But how could he, how could any body feel at home in this room? It was as artificial as the silvered wreaths which hung in the windows, as the Christmas tree, silvered too, reflecting its fantastic dazzle of blue lights and twisted glass icicles in a wall formed by mirrors, cut into sections by strips of chromium. "Well what do you make of it?" He turned guiltily, conscious of some possible rudeness, then relaxed. re-laxed. Gay was walking toward him, so lovely in the dress of deep blue velvet she'd worn at dinner that his breath caught In his throat She came up to where he stood and slipped her hand through his arm. "What were you thinking?" she asked, smiling up at him with amusement in her eyes. "You looked startled when I spoke to you." "I was afraid someone had caught me being critical of the decora tions." He turned again to the panel above the fire. "What is it?" he asked. "Flowers? Fruit?" "It's a color note." Her smile deepened. 'Then it doesn't mean anything?" "Not to me. Don't puzzle your head over it my sweet If you do. you'll go quietly mad." She led him to the davenport which stood facing the fire. He sank down beside her into soft leather upholstery. "Mother "Moth-er had all this done to occupy her mind when she found she hadn't a wedding to arrange. Besides Ced-ric Ced-ric needed the money." llii H MM?? mk mi pi V lit' . "Cedric?" "The earnest young man who had 0 - RE WNU SERVICE the brainstorm. It has ir.ade him. He has more commissions than he can handle. He regards Kitty as a cross between Lady Bountiful and a fairy with a wand, which is very flat-tering, flat-tering, of course. How did you get on with her?" "She'a lovely to look at," he said guardedly, "and very kind." Gay looked up at him. "But? I want you to tell me what you think of everything. No reservations. They lead to misunderstandings." misun-derstandings." Her face was grave. "Be frank with me, John." "I'll try to be frank. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I think I'd feel more comfortable if she hadn't received me so courteously." "Why?" Gay asked in surprise. "Well, after bracing myself to face the opposition I expected, it's a little lit-tle disconcerting to have your mother, moth-er, figuratively, at least receive me with open arms." She laughed in genuine amusement amuse-ment "Did you want to fight dragons, drag-ons, darling?" "I suppose I did." He laughed with her. "Well, cheer up. There's Aunt Flora in the offing." "Who is Aunt Flora? Is she a dragon?" "She'a my father's sister, a widow. wid-ow. She's lived with him since Mother's defection. No, she isn't a dragon. She's pathetic, really.. She persists in observing the conventions conven-tions of a polite world of society which is past and gone. And she expects other people to observe them. She won't receive you with open arms. Not that she blames you for the recent catastrophe, though. She tells me that I am my mother's daughter." "You aren't like your mother, except ex-cept in certain superficial points of physical resemblance." She looked at him, considering, looked away. "Have I offended you?" he asked, realizing that he had spoken with more warmth than the comment required. re-quired. "I didn't mean Your mother moth-er is charming. I" "I wasn't offended." She took his hand in hers. "I was wondering how I could explain Mother to you. No, I'm not like her. I wish I were. Mother is really very logical logi-cal When places or people bore her she sees no reason why she should pretend that they mean anything any-thing to her. She was bored with Dad and so she divorced him and married Major Summerfleld." "You mean Mr. Cameron is her third husband? I heard her speak of a Major Summerfleld at dinner, but I had no idea" "She's on friendly terms with both Dad and the Major," Gay said but her smile wavered a little. "She doesn't dislike them because they bored her. She was very sorry to have had to hurt them but she saw no reason In continuing a relationship relation-ship which was no longer agreeable. You look horrified, John." She dropped his hand. "I don't suppose sup-pose you can understand." "I was thinking how confusing it must have been for you." he said slowly. "It was, until I was old enough to understand Mother's point of view. Now, it's all very simple. Mother has never cared deeply for anyone. any-one. It isn't in her nature to cling to things, though she's loyal in her way, and generous and kind. That's why she looks as she does. She has no regrets for anything that has happened. (TO BE CONTINUED) Louisiana Surveyors Tackle Tough Problem General land office survevors ct Louisiana have undertaken a task forced upon them by "a natural phenomenon" more than a centurv and a half ago. Long before the Red River vallp became populated with Dlanters. the sluggish river was blocked by trees railing into the water and gradually stacked up in rafts. The waters of the river backed Into bayous and into natural land formations, forming lakes. The problem of the authorities todav is who owns the lakes? Detailed accounts of the beeinnina of the log jam are lacking in general gen-eral land office records, but one re port estimates that the raft in the Kea river grew at the rate of one mile a year durine the 35-vear n. riod between 1793 and 1828. Other reports of an exploration in 1806 tell of one obstruction in tha river "forming an almost impene-trable impene-trable mass, which extends from the bottom to two or three feet above the surface of the water, a thick ness of 30 to 40 feet" and stretch. mg up the river for nearly 300 yards Removal of the obstruction was begun in 1873. STAGECSCREEOAW0 By VIRGIMA VALE (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) EVER since Cecil B. De-Mille De-Mille used bathtubs as an aide in making his heroines more glamorous our screen players have showered and scrubbed before the camera, with due discretion. Remember Remem-ber Joan Crawford's bubble bath in "The Women"? That was one of the screen's most elegant bathing bits, in recent years. But in "The Howards of Virginia Cary Grant takes a bath that may get him into trouble with the historians, his-torians, though If it does nobody will be to blame. "The Howards of Virginia," you'll recall Is based on that popular book, "The Tree of Liberty." The author, Elizabeth Page, did extensive exten-sive research for it; Producer-Director Frank Lloyd had experts at work for months before a camera turned. But the author wrote a scene in which the hero takes a bath in Raleigh tavern, at Williamsburg, Va. The first regulation bathtub was not brought to America until several years after the story takes nlace. Research failed to uncover anything in bathtub styles current for the period; in fact, the general Impression seemed to be that the male gentry performed such ablutions ablu-tions in the Potomac river. So Lloyd used his imagination, and decreed that Cary Grant should take his bath in a round wooden tub; maybe that's not according to Hoyle, historically, but it's the best he could do. Motion Picture Director Sam Wood took the European war by the horns recently and forbade the presence of radios on the set for "Rangers of Fortune." "I had to do something," he said. "The players play-ers had five radios on the set and did nothing but talk of the war. Now PATRICIA MORISOX we spend five minutes at 10 o'clock In the morning and at four in the afternoon listening to war bulletins, and that's all" Patricia Morison, who has a featured fea-tured role, agreed quite willingly, though she has two cousins fighting with the royal air force, and it's a long time between ten and four. Describing his gift as "the least we can do in these troubled times," Frederic March recently purchased and presented to the American Red Cross, for use in Europe, a completely com-pletely equipped ambulance. He and Mrs. March were asked to participate par-ticipate in a benefit, but he was un able to do so because of his work In Paramount's "Victory." He said that he thought the ambulance would be more welcome than their appearance. ap-pearance. When a radio program comes on the air with its studio audience laughing, somebody has worked hard to get just that effect Fibber McGee has an old-fashioned Watch which dangles from his vest pocket pock-et With 85 seconds before the broadcast he checks the time anxiously anx-iously with the control room; with one second to go, Fibber nonchalantly nonchalant-ly says, "Oh, shucks, we got lots ol time," tosses the watch over the footlights into the audience, and they roar with laughter. ODDS AND ENDSPatsy Kelly re-turn re-turn to films in Hal Roach's "Road Show, after an absence of two yean V, WaTZer STother "Al1 This, and Heaven Too, uith Bene Davis and Charles Boyer, is the first picture to have its premiere performance broadcast broad-cast by television . . . John Garfield mil have his first cowboy role in Flowmg GoldT . . . 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