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Show THE LE111 SUN. I.EIM. OTAn Alt nTTxm m TTTF TTHTTQr ' ma - J m mm mm i Itm mmr id 0'1 lUi tv two keys to a caoin B ' Y fHAPTEB XIH-Continued -20- . nnened before Debby niB uww . cbed it John stood there, smil- M tui race gw'"s , , " . . Sr,nar of the bear skin coat, his lat in his hand. "Hello he salC1, A B """ . , DjS eyes moved questioningly U, toe room. "What's the mat-2 mat-2 be asked hesitantly. "What's foingon here; Debby conquered her sobs. Her head lifted. wants to take me back to York with her," she said, "and Mother won't let me go. . nn threw a tantrum." Over Debby'i bead John's eyes flashed a estion at Gay. ane irieo 10 smiie reassuringly but his expression, contented con-tented and apprehensive, told her that the had not succeeded. "i think it is wiser for Debby to remain at home." Gay saw that Ann Houghton's eyes, lilted quicsiy 10 hprsnn. were frightened, now, heard the shaken note in her voice. "Wiser!" Debby's voice rose again to an hysterical pitch. She whirled from her mother to face John, stand ing grave and silent in the doorway. "Vnn know why she won't let me jo. You know that she doesn't ap prove of "Go to your room, Debby." John's voice, cutting through her hysteri cal outburst, silenced Debby. She icnt oast him out of the room, her head drooping again, her defiance crumpling beneath his stern, uncom-aromising uncom-aromising expression. Sarah fol lowed. The door closed. L I D A L A R CHAPTER XIV "What is it, Mother?" John threw oS bis coat and walked to the hearth. "What started this? What it all about?" "I don't think we need to discuss it" Ann Houghton resumed her knitting. knit-ting. During the interval of silence which had followed the closing of tie door, she had regained her composure. com-posure. Her hands manipulated the amber needles steadily. Only the ,dufl red flush that burned in her cheeks betrayed any inward agita-: agita-: lion. ! "I don't agree with you." John stood with his back to the fire, his glance turning from his mother to Gay, then back again to Ann Hough-tan. Hough-tan. "I find Debby in hysterics, Sarah crying, you and Gay obviously obvi-ously distressed. I should like to if you please, exactly what has happened." Gay's hands tightened on tHe back i the chair behind which she stood. was my fault" she said. "I invited Debby to go back to New witn me." "And you don't want her to go?" John's eyes, grave and concerned, Hmed again from Gay to his mother. moth-er. '1 don't think it irli.ir.kl. TT- fortunately. Debby had her heart set 811 It She Was rurip tn mo snl i- ; considerate of Gay. I did think she'd '6ruwn tantrums." "1 Should hatra 1 j rnr , luuauiieu ivus. ?ughton before I spoke of it to fW- I'm sorry. It didn't occur me that anv nhirHr.n ,,,u raised" "Why do you object, Mother?" Ann Houghton regarded her son SS ? tudied deliberation which Gay's sympathy, aroused her Wm. As deeply as memories - wn turbulent adolescence m moved hpr tn had pitied John's mother. John u ' "dlcnin8 her manner with 2u efntment- debby's ea(t uaa nem a measure, at Z 2s ton s gesture i J th s morningi she 5sesiv. 5 eumpse 01 tne -caftKVe PaS!on whi burned be- ,HrJroUed and reasonable wrth her children, she might u uie decis nn ,h. h9j 'ut she had seen. She kne;-ser kne;-ser Z h 2? Hughton replied. EJance nT- 8 John 8 troubled ;tWwyear' especially. She's Jg nnmg to sh "a ill thv llllVi onlf ..oL.. I m sure it would akn0; 8U0Wher to! ;hap,you.rerighv. jQhn said 1 l(S?.l!B..ha.T?her stored in ''quite 1 ?J busuess schooL tew: :.dU e she might aan i Progress with a ;oolhere SS at tte ln0t.Bleant to give an fm. Annf'l!ectofher words .f, rrlwn- uPn John. s'i generous n-, r,. " said. '"but quite un- John gave a short laugh. "You aren't going to assume full responsibility responsi-bility for all of us, are you?" he asked. "I think we can leave Debby's Deb-by's education to Mother." "I wasn't thinking of Debby's education," ed-ucation," she said lightly. "I thought she would enjoy a visit in New York and that I would enjoy having her there. My motives, as usual, I'm afraid, were almost entirely selfish." John looked at her, then, questioningly, question-ingly, pleadingly. She smiled and his face cleared. "She would enjoy it," he said. "She's always been crazy about you. The idea of you before she met you. I suppose, now, after these past three days, she's your slave." He R I M O R E MACRAE SMITH CO. WNU SERVICE ,,j John stood there, smiling. turned to his mother. "Let her go with Gay, Mother. She isn't doing much here." The distance between them narrowed. nar-rowed. Gay's spirits lifted. It was as though he had come to stand beside be-side her and taken her hand in his. "I don't feel that it would be wise, John." Ann Houghton said reasonably, reason-ably, quietly. "Debby is impressionable impression-able and immature. It would be mistaken kindness, if you'll permit me to express myself frankly. Gay, to give her, at this time, a taste of something she can't have permanently. perma-nently. I'm afraid she would be more discontented than ever when she returned." "Good Lord, Mother." John's voice held a note of irritation. "Nobody "No-body wants to eat fruit cake for every ev-ery meal, but it's pleasant once in a while." Ann Houghton smiled faintly. "I think that sort of fruit cake, just now," she said, "would be very bad for Debby. With this notion she has of singing on a radio program pro-gram or in some place of entertainment, entertain-ment, I'm afraid that being in New York with Gay would turn her head completely." "I shouldn't allow her to do anything any-thing of which you would disapprove, disap-prove, Mrs. Houghton." "I don't question that, but your life is so different from our life here. I'm afraid that the contrast" "You know Debby is a chameleon, Mother. She adapts herself easily to any environment" "That's just why I don't" she broke off, glanced quickly at John, at Gay. "I'm not presuming to criticize criti-cize your mode of living, Gay, but I'm convinced that for Debby, just at this time If it were Sarah, that would be a different matter." She folded her knitting into the bag. "I shouldn't think you would want her for a visit after the scene you've just witnessed. I feel that she, that L owe you an apology." "No. please, Mrs. Houghton. She was terribly disappointed. It was my fault. I should have consulted you. It's aU right. I understand how you feel but I'm disappointed too." John made a restless movement on the hearth. "Then it's settled, isn't it? Debby doesn't go back to New York with Gay. Now may we talk of something else? Food, for instance. in-stance. I'm starved. Did Huldah make chocolate doughnuts? Come out to the kitchen with me. Gay." Ann Houghton rose from her chair. "If you please. John. I'd like you to go to Debby with me." "Oh. let her alone. You know how she is when she's had a tantrum. tan-trum. Don't play up to her and she'll get over it." "I don't think she's well She's not been herself these past few days." "You'll turn her into a neurotic if you don't stop coddling her." "Debby is sensitive in a way which I think I understand better than you." John turned to Gay In smiling exasperation. "What was the use of my spending four years in medical medi-cal school and two years Interning when mother, by instinct, knows more than I do about my profession." profes-sion." Again a faint chilling smile touched Ann Houghton's lips. "I should like you to go with me, John," she repeated. "Debby is nervously excited. She'll probably need a sedative to put her to sleep. The doughnuts will wait, and Gay will excuse you for a few minutes, I'm sure." "Certainly, Mrs. Houghton." "Back in a minute, Gay." John's eyes were pleading. His smile was strai jed. "Good-night, Gay." "Good-night, Mrs. Houghton." . John went out of the room with his mother. The door closed. Gay stood leaning against the back of the chair, staring into the fire. Gay did not turn when the door opened. She remained seated in the chair beside the hearth, looking up at the painting above the mantel. "Were you asleep?" John asked, coming to the chair. "I'm sorry I've been so long." "No, .not asleep. I've been getting acquainted with the gentleman up there. It's your great-grandfather, isn't it?" "Abner Houghton yes." "You don't look like him. In an hour of intensive study I haven't been able to find a trace of resemblance." resem-blance." "I'm sorry it's been an hour. I wanted to get back to you." He bent to lift her hands lying in her lap. "Come over here where we can be close together. I haven't kissed you for three days." "Has it been only three days?" "Darling, have you been miserable?" misera-ble?" She drew her hands from his, sat looking down at them, silent "What is it? What are you thinking?" think-ing?" "I want to go with you tomorrow." tomor-row." "Into Portland? I meant to take you." "And then on to New York tomorrow." to-morrow." "But Mary expects you to stay. And the kids. Nat made me promise prom-ise to bring you." "That's dear of them, but" "Look at me, Gay." She raised her head. Seeing his grave and troubled face, she gave a little cry. He bent toward her. Her arms went around his neck. Their lips met and clung. Presently he drew away, straightened, took her hands to pull her up from the chair. "Did taking Debby to New York mean so much to you?" "I should have enjoyed having her, but that isn't important" "That act she pulled must have been unpleasant for you." "It wasn't an act." She sat beside him on a sofa with a high back curled at one end like a snaiL "Debby "Deb-by meant every word she said." He looked searchingly into her eyes. "Do you believe that, Gay?". "Of course I believe it I've been here for three days." "Mother told me. I hadn't realized" real-ized" "I don't want to discuss your mother, John." "But you can't believe the things Debby said were true." "They are true. Tm sorry if it offends you but you asked for it" He drew a little away from her. "Mother is only thinking of what is best for Debby. She is emotional and immature, and she has this notion no-tion about singing" "Why shouldn't she have a chance?" "That isn't what Mother wants for Debby." "What does she want for Debby?" "She wants her to go to college." "So that Debby can spend the rest of her life being grateful to her?" Her voice softened. "Oh, I am "sorry, John. I shouldn't have said that" "You can say what you like to me, what you think, how you feeL" "No. I can't When I do, we quarrel. quar-rel. Debby isn't important insofar as we are concerned. But your mother is. She doesn't want Debby to go to New York with me because be-cause 'she's afraid of me. of the things I can do for her. She wants to be everything to all of you." "That's natural isn't it?" Natural, perhaps. it selfish yes. selfish. John. Can't you see?" "If you knew what Mother's life has been. Her every thought has been for us." "It would have been better for her, for you, if she had to plan for us, Gay. There wasn't much money. You can't understand, I suppose." "No. frankly. I can't" "That's because you have the protection pro-tection of wealth," he said stiffly. "Oh, money! Because my grandfathers grand-fathers left a trust fund for me, we bicker and quarrel." Antagonism sharpened her voice, a sense of the distance widening between them. "You attach too much importance to what I have" "It isn't because you have It now," he said slowly, with measured deliberation. de-liberation. "It's because you've always al-ways had it From the hour you were born every thought you've had, every move you've made, has been colored and shaped by the fact that both your grandfathers were wealthy men. Your mother" "How absurd we arel" She gave a short strained laugh. "In New York we quarreled because my mother did not display a properly maternal attitude. Now we quarrel because your mother is a model of "If you knew what Mother's life had been." maternal devotion. Oh, is It important impor-tant John?" "We are each of us the product of our separate environments," he said carefully, thoughtfully. "You had nurses and governesses. You were sent to camps, to schools, to the sea-shore in summer, to dancing danc-ing class. For your birthdays magicians ma-gicians were hired to entertain you and your guests. When you were sick there were nurses. Mother did everything for us. When we were sick, she couldn't afford to engage a trained nurse. There was no money for elaborate toys, amusement en-tertaining. en-tertaining. Mother made fun for us at home. She scrimped and saved to send me to college, to send Sarah. She managed it in ways you couldn't understand, hamburger instead of steak, never quite enough heat in the house, dried vegetables instead of fresh ones in winter, Sarah's dresses made over for Debby " (TO BE CONTINUED) Many Non-Metal Parts Are Used in Automobile Steel and iron are the basic materials ma-terials of automobile construction but a surprising number of non-metallic substances enter also. Rubber is the principal contributor to quiet vibration-free riding, providing pro-viding cushions between frame and body, bumpers to take the shock of slamming doors, windlaces and gaskets gas-kets to keep out drafts, cement to seal joints along the floor, pads to keep feet from skidding off the pedals, ped-als, hose for radiator, heater and windshield wiper, mats for running boards and floor. All told, a number of cars have as many as 250 rubber parts, and one of current manufacture has 335. Sixty Six-ty pounds of rubber products apart from tires is not unusual in a car. Next to rubber perhaps the most useful non-metallic ingredients are the plastics which serve' many useful use-ful purposes of which some are conspicuously new. though really be-longing be-longing to a family of products with which engineers have been long familiar. fa-miliar. It was at least three deo ades ago that phenolic resinoids were taken up as substitutes for defective electrical insulation. Today, To-day, similar synthetic products are widely used also for peering wheel rims, control knobs, instrument pan els and elsewhere stagesscreenVrAdio By VIRGINIA VALE (Beleaied by Wcitera Newspaper Union.) THOSE little red school-houses school-houses at the cross roads if there are any left will soon be able to give concerts by some of the greatest musicians mu-sicians in the world, and their pupils will be able to see the musicians as well as hear them. Rudolph Polk, vice president of Columbia Broadcasting System's artists bureau, recently announced the formation of Artists' Films. Inc., which will make 21 musical short subjects, and issue these one-reelers one-reelers in groups of three, as concerts. Contracts have been signed with Albert Spaulding, Jose Iturbi (that favorite guest of the Bine Crosby broadcasts), Mildred Dilling, the distinguished harpist and several others. Commitments have also been made with several Metropolitan Opera singers, including Helen Jep- H i V"T i ! JOSE ITURBI son, Gladys Swarthout, Richard Bo- nelli and Frederick Jaegel, and at the moment efforts are being made to sign Lily Pons, Nino Martini, Mischa Elman, Josef Hofmann and Efrem Zimbalist The first group is scheduled for release October 1. The time has come when Frankie Burke wishes that he didn't look like James Cagney. The resemblance got him into movies a couple of seasons ago, when he played Cagney Cag-ney as a boy of 12 In Warner Brothers' Broth-ers' "Angels With Dirty Faces." He went on from there, doing the same kind of role for other studios. Now, as Wayne Morris' roommate in Paramount's "Quarterback," he's persuaded the director to let him forget the Cagney mannerisms; he wants to get parts because he can play them well. Loretta Young is convinced that Mexican fans' appreciation of movie stars is more embarrassing than flattering. When she slipped into a theater to see her Columbia comedy "He Stayed for Breakfast," the film was stopped and the lights went on. so that the audience could see her in person. And she was wearing the old clothes In which she'd gone fishing. Even if the names of directors of pictures don't mean a thing to you. you'd better make a note of one-Preston one-Preston Sturges. He's no newcom er a playwright the author of "Strictly Dishonorable" among our er hits, he's written plenty of movie dramas and had experience as director. His name should be remembered because he wrote and directed "Down Went McGinty," one of the funniest and best pictures that has been launched In some time. lie didn't want any big stars or glamour players; Brian Donlevy, Aklm Tamiroff, Frank McHugh and Muriel Muri-el Angelus suited him fine. lie Just wanted to write and direct a comedy. com-edy. He followed it with another, "The New Yorkers," a satire on advertising, ad-vertising, and he's scheduled for plenty more. Potatoes that ara to be French fried should stand in cold water at least an hour before cooking. It Is a rood nlan to disinfect sinks and other drains once each week. Dogs having access to the house should be kept thoroughly clean and free from fleas. Serious damage dam-age may be done if fleas enter rugs or upholstered furniture. A rug sometimes becomes badly creased. To remedy this, turn it upside down and wet the crease with a moistened broom, until the rug is quite wet; stretch the rug tight and let it remain over night after fastening it with tacks which do not rust. Ronald Reagan and his wife, Jane Wyman, played a love scene for "Tugboat Annie Sails Again," and then worried about whether or not it was effective. "When we kissed in that scene just now," Reagan said to Director Lew Seiler, "I was thinking about how hungry I was and what we'd have for dinner. Janie told me she was thinking about the same thing. In the love scenes we made before we were married, we'd kiss and forget for-get to eat" Seiler grinned. "You did better this time, thinking about food, than you did before, when you forgot to eat because you were making love," he replied. ODDS AND ENDS C Rochelle Hudson picked up such m tan during two months in llatvaii that shell have to be bleached before she can play pale miss of Manhattan in "Girls Under 21." H Evidently "Before I Die" was too trisly a tide for the new . Douglas Fairbanks IrAiita llayuorth drama; it's been renamed "Angels Over Broad-tray.'' Broad-tray.'' C. Marjorie Rambeau has proved to be to able a successor to the late Marie Dressier in the character of "Tugboat Annie" that the series uill go right on ; "Tugboat Annie in Drjdock" uill be ISP '331XHU2 nrrnrriTir. (IM! IHB Refuge in Foe When fails our dearest friend, there may be refuge with our du est foe. iT HEY1 R& snyfjjv 0 ALWAYS 1',: ra-n'Cisi'CTi ""Jf Diverted Mind The mind ought sometimes to be diverted, that it may return the better to thinking.Phaedrus. Weakness of Force Who overcomes by force hath overcome but half his foe. Mil ton. mm w mm 8 il)f vr.riV,.i Tip' 'Aif.t-xoi 3 , '-'A f . ' ' 1 I . u- '?' Sunki,r k . ' Not the benefits of delicious oranges Government nutridonlsts say: Fully half our families vitamins and minerals to enjoy the best of health! So make jour family rule to enjoy oranges every day. Just peel and eat them for grand daily refreshment Or keep big pitcher full of fresh orangeade handy. An 8-ounce glass of juice gives you 08 the W C you no, mally need each day. Abo adds vitamins A. Bt and G, and the nun, crals takium, pbtspborui and inn. This season the wonderfully juicy California. granges plen ful tfiz.Those ramped-'Sunkisc- on the skin tie Bat for n and Even ustl Order than next time yoo buy groceries. CoP7riit.l9M,ClHonmrnujGfnEicLMf. oqoq038 |