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Show THE LEHI SI'N I.KHI. UTAH Rl n EYE . . Kathleen Xorris O KATHLEEN NORRIS-WNU SERVICB giNorsis kin.ved. reddish Lji 0!rtS "her lob in New York w,Zh, but unwelcome sug. 0 "ms Typically feminine. fSt toahow her "new;! 'k.h. bought at a second-wusln. second-wusln. Cecilia Moore. &ZriM memories 01 a my ."ll name, all she remern- 1.- o. pr At Home inai eve. jS'toft has Iost lob- CHAPTER D -2- .iMmul Thplr yM joe e"-- --. --. ...;v hoi- raaHi Lr looked up. !M n0IS- -.,. terriDie wmi, . off than ourselves." Carscadden said, vaguely Ring to be bad enough joe told nis uw'"i j, x Witn ms iica. leila, they nev ' j'i grieved, iweei u w ,deed they did, then. He said too fresh. Carscadden was. pouring tea turn. She looked at her daugh-tiently. daugh-tiently. . . , d be saucy to tne doss, sne l mildly. "' : ' '" L well, this is only Wednesday, czar. Lre'i hard, times coming to ir that you don x snow ine jig of," Joe observed, without ? ud. : " f you'll get another job. Joe," Mnvinticlv sure I will!' ne answered, Lgup with an effort.' "But it me," he addea resenuuiiy. Save Sheila here act as if it p i joke." ! k it is," Sheila assured him, Lturedly. ' ' Swas relaxed and lazy, her QuiiCU UJ U1C 1UUU emu lh and leisure into a pleasant ! torpor.. looted at her, and her blue- jeam-and-copper beauty blazed him like a star. There was I stain of color in her cheeks jereyes smoldered with smoky Ire shadows, the film of silky sprayed once more across ehead. h, I'll get a job, all right." tumbled, mollified. He was jj proud of Sheila and even Ited, deep in his heart, by the fee showed. But he was tired. jobless, young and in love. $t of Cecilia. I she read his thoughts ta pe often seemed to do sols so-ls next words were of Cecilia. I came home together, Cecilia r ft of you'll ever know the (times I've known," the moth-lice moth-lice said, dreamily. I going down to see her, now." frg to tell her, Joe?" fd," Joe said, brooding, me would I take a steward's ii fruit boat A swell chance! " heavens, what fun!" Sheila feed, her eyes dancing. ty a month," he muttered. all your expenses, Joe!" ped it down. I'm going to fty a week, or nothing," he fcibbomly. jht pound a month would be fney, at home," Mrs. Cars-I Cars-I mused. Carscadden, me dear'r." gentle voire n' a - M Mic uwi. n had unceremoniously "V "Mrs. Bur'rkp" . w apologetically. 1 God help the poor soul-and m me supper!" the other Ittclaimed, instantly rising, tely she was gone, and Joe PPfwed, too, leaping down-0B down-0B " kgs, to see his Angda 'shed their Fm. cleared the kitchen P sat on lazily, chatting. atil I show you my Angela!" ftn!?nl.t0 get it She re-K11 re-K11 and put it into P back and forth admir-T admir-T wlat I paid for it Ten I Sdn't!" i'i iL6 """mage sale at Ic'tnoon." h h,'tw cheap. But Ktcutthat?rilbet 2Sae flap-looked at f iheonrea.d and n East Eighty- fee. at do you suppose It h fich?- hT4ar,everythins" k,:J n Was thjuj t. 1 eSUated &in. '1 from ii. at makes Angela aski fSftS Pwe. hard f 628 wered, with a gesture that included the kitchen and the poor apartment and the' house that contained them. "Lots of the women who are rich today were poor once; they were office girls once," she explained. "What I want to know is, what got them nut of it, what changed things?" "Prayer." Angela answered in-stantly. in-stantly. "Oh, prayer I might have known you'd say prayer " Sheila exclaimed, ex-claimed, disappointed. Tears stood In her laughing eyes. "But I mean something else than prayer," she explained. "There is nothing else but prayer," pray-er," Angela stated solemnly. "You can't tell me that all the rich women whose pictures are in the society sections on Sundays got there by prayer!" "Oh, no, Sheila, of course not. But what have they got, after all? How much does the honor and elorv of God-" "Oh, for heaven's sake!" Sheila interrupted. And suddenly covering her face with her hands, she was crying. Angela knew, these tears. The stormy, brilliant older sister gave way to them almost as readily as to laughter, if less often. But they always wrung Angela's heart, nevertheless. nev-ertheless. Presently Sheila stopped crying as abruptly as she had begun and. straightening up, dried her eyes firmly, sniffed. gulped, and smiled at her sister. "This girl." she said, touching the blue purse and speaking in a voice made rich and thick from tears, "this girl probably spends three months in the country every year. If she meets a man, all she has to do is ask him to come to dinner. Chicken, ice cream, clean tablecloth she has 'em every day. If I meet a man I like, what break do I get? I don't even know his last name!" "You mean Peter?" Angela asked, timidly. "Peter what?" Sheila said, blowing blow-ing her nose again, looking defiantly at her sister, with a reddened nose and wet eyes. "I met him my last night of vacation, at a barbecue. I had to leave next morning. There are seven million people in this city; there are five hundred thousand women working. A swell chance I have of ever finding him again!" Angela's expression was one of infinite in-finite distress. But she spoke courageously., cou-rageously., : "God could do it." "WeD, then, why doesn't He?" the other girl demanded. "I walk up a different street every day at noon. I look at every boy I see in the subway. I've never seen him." "Maybe you do too much," Angela suggested unexpectedly. "Maybe you ought to just trust." "And then he'd open the door of the kitchen and put his head in?" "It mightn't happen that way." "How would it happen?" "In some way we couldn't see coming, Sheila." Angela was very serious. Sheila stared at her: spoke impulsively. "Well, will you pray about it Angela, An-gela, if I stop?" "I am praying about it!" Angela said, her cheeks red. "What now?" "Right now. And I'm remembering," remember-ing," said Angela, "that without this kitchen door opening without anyone any-one coming in it could begin." There was a pause. "It's one minute min-ute to nine," Sheila said, then yawning yawn-ing and smiling and stretching, "and when the clock strikes. I'm going to bed." The kitchen door did not open; there was no telephone to ring; the radio was , still. Yet, before the clock struck, the beginning of the miracle was upon them, and the current of Sheila Carscadden's life had changed forever. Long afterward, after-ward, she was to look back upon this quiet evening with Angela, look back upon the rebellious, copper-headed copper-headed girl who had been laughing and crying in the chair opposite Angela, An-gela, and ask herself, if she could call back that too-potent prayer from her innocent little sister, whether she would do so or no. The seconds ticked by. Angela was handling the blue morocco purse. "There was a blue coat for twelve," Sheila said. She yawned again, made a movement towara rising. "Sheila!" Angela said. "Look! In her fingers were green bills; she spread them on the table. Two twenties and a ten. "Where what ?" Sheila stammered, stam-mered, stupefied. "They were in the purse right here, in this little inside pocket, folded fold-ed tight" "They weren't!" "But they were." "Heavenly day!" Sheila said, sitting sit-ting down again. "Your coat!" Angela exclaimed with an exultant laugh. "Oh, and everything Oh, Angela, what luck! Angela, fifty dollars for ten cents!" -They were still rejoicing and marveling, mar-veling, still spreading and inspecting inspect-ing and handling the money, five minutes later, when their mother came back. Mrs. Carscadden looked tired, as indeed she well might; she was pale, her hair and gown disordered, her face wet with sweat But her eyes shone with the mystic light of the priestess who has been officiating at the oldest of earth'i mysteries. "Well, the Bur-rkes've got their boy!" she observed, sitting down heavily and wiping her forehead. "Now maybe they'll make little fuss over their ger'rls. Light the kettle there. Sheila I've been weak for a cup of tay this hour gone." The girls spread their treasure before be-fore her amazed eyes; her look tightened. "It's well you have their street number there, that you can take it back to them and not l'ave anny of the rummage sale ger'rls forget to retur'rn it," she observed instantly. "Mamma, it's hers!" Mrs. Carscadden's brow clouded. "You'll take it back, of course. Sheila," she said. "Listen, Mamma" Ponderously, Mrs. Carscadden returned re-turned from the stove with the new boiling kettle, poured the hot water upon the cool tea leaves in the empty emp-ty pot "Save your breath, Sheila." she directed. "We'll have no stealin' here, thanks be to the glory of God!" She stirred her tea, took a heartening heart-ening sip, and pushed the hair from her wet forehead with a great clumsy clum-sy hand that was like a caricature of Sheila's fine, square, young one. "If there's annything cud make widowhood light to ye, it'd be seein' a ger'rl in that fix!" she muttered. Immediately she perceived that there was small sympathy in the "Prayer," Angela answered instantly. air, and reverted to the moment's problem again. "What's that street number there, Angela?" Angela reluctantly consulted the purse, read out the number. "Is that annywheres near where you work, Sheila?" "No, ma'am," Sheila answered respectfully, re-spectfully, but with bitterness in her tone. "It's way up on the East Side." "But you cud get up there tomorrow, tomor-row, dear?" "Sheila was silent for a full minute, min-ute, during which she looked down at her own fingers, twisting the purse. "Listen, Mamma, I bought this!" she burst out presently. "Now. that's no way to talk. Shei la," her mother murmured, unruffled. unruf-fled. "But Mamma, I bought it If a girl is such a fool that she gives away a purse with money in it doesn't she give away the money as well as the purse? Doesn't she, Ma?" "Doesn't she?" Angela echoed eagerly. ea-gerly. "Thafs the devil timptin ye," Mrs. Carscadden said, inflexibly, but gently, as to a persistent child. "That's no way to talk." "It's a perfectly sensible way to talk," Sheila muttered, under her breath. "No, dear, it's her money. It's not yours." "Mamma, how many people do you suppose would take it back?" This kind of sophistry got nowhere with Mrs. Carscadden. She had never nev-er read a book of philosophy or theology, but she was sure of her ground here. "That has nothing to do with it lovey." "Mamma, listen. They're probably proba-bly rich people this came from Tiffany's. Tif-fany's. She's forgotten it a hundred hun-dred times." Silence. Sheila opened, shut snapped, reopened the bag, before adding: "If Joe says it's all right can I keep it? Listen, Mamma, I'll not waste it honest I won't There was a coat at the rummage today that would save money. I'd wear it two years, Vd wear it three years" The mother did not speak. She looked up from her tea. looked down again. "No wonder we're poor!" Sheila said angrily, "if we can throw money mon-ey away like this!" "Mother," Angela said earnestly, her hands clasped imploringly, her flower-like face pale with emotion. "Mightn't God intend Sheila to have it?" "No, dear. He'd never intind an-nyone an-nyone should have stolen goods." "Stolen!" Sheila said hotly, and was still. Joe came in; they consulted Joe. And Joe said of course the fifty had to go back. Sheila sat on the arm of his chair, and wept, but she knew there was no gainsaying Joe's decision. de-cision. They were all "said" by Joe; even Neely and Marg'ret, married mar-ried and gone, still carre back some, times to ask advice of wise, gentle, clever Joe. "Because, look here, Sheila." Joe reasoned, "suppose it had been a diamond ring?" "Well, it isn't Joe." "No, I know it isn't But suppose it had been a diamond ring in that same little pocket what then?" "I'd think lucky her that had a diamond to lose!" Sheila persisted stubbornly. But she was beaten, and she knew it "It makes me rry. thinking of my blue coat!" she said. "Let me buy your coat for you." "You, Joe!" She kissed the rough hard young face. "You that have lost your job, and want to marry Cecilia!" she mourned, rubbing her cheek against his. "Celie's been crying, too." he said, in his good-humored patient way. "It's your turn. Ma." "There was weeks I fed the lot of ye on syrup and oatmale," Mrs. Carscadden observed, unalarmed. "I guess the bad times won't come to that" '.'Why, no, because we have each other!" Angela exclaimed, in her soft ecstatic voice. On the morning after the eventful day of the lost jobs and the discovered discov-ered money, they all breakfasted together, to-gether, and once again Sheila returned re-turned to the attack. "Listen, Ma, supposing I go to this Eighty-eighth Street place, say, Saturday afternoon. It'll be my last morning at the office,, and I'll be free after one. And supposing that some butler or somebody won't let me in to see this "G. C. K" whoever who-ever she 'is, and suppose they're nasty to me. Then am I to hand it over to somebody who'll pocket it themselves?" ' "It'd be no sin on your soul if they did," Mrs. Carscadden answered readily. "I'll tell you what!" Sheila suddenly sud-denly exclaimed. "I'll get myself up well, you wait!" Her eyes were dancing. "I'll fix 'em. I'll bet I get my blue coat!" she said. "Sheila, how?" Angela demanded, eagerly. But Sheila would only laugh, and made no answer. That evening, immediately after dinner, when Joe and Angela and Mrs. Carscadden were lingering over the remains of the meal, Sheila suddenly appeared In the bedroom door. Or rather, someone appeared who must be Sheila, but who was not instantly identified even by her mother, brother and sister. - She had strained her hair back from her always rather pale face, which was devoid of powder or lip red, and looked young and pathetic. She wore an old black dress of Angela's An-gela's that was scanty and tight on her more generous figure. "Me mamma and papa is dead, and I wor'rks for a lady that bates me," she said, in the soft pathetic accents of County Mayo. "I found the little purse, and sure I fought at fir'rst I cud pay me doctor's bills wit' it. But thin I rimimbered that there'd be no blessin' whatsoiver on that" The appreciative laughter of Joe and Angela interrupted the pitiful story. Even Mrs Carscadden laughed. But immediately her face sobered into a sort of scandalized pride in this prodigy who was her child, her rebellious daughter. CHAPTER in "You're not goin there like that?" "I am, too!" "They'll give you another fifty, you big liar," Joe grinned. . "No, but honestly, do you see how they can help handing it all back to me?" Sheila asked complacently. "Oh, Mrs. Carscadden, dear'r," she parodied, sitting down at the table, and .fixing her mother with tragic young eyes, "it's a har'rd winter on the poor'r it is, indade. Me man has been home it's free weeks now. wit' his fut swelled up the size of a gourd, and me bad luck is that another an-other little one is comin' "I'll take you over my knee, and learn you a little more, since you know all that," Mrs. Carscadden said with outraged dignity. But her mouth twitched. And as her only further comment after a general inspection of Sheila's costume was a reluctantly admiring "You're a holy terror, and I wouldn't wonder did the police take you up!" Sheila was free to escape, with one more burst of laughter, into the winter win-ter streets, to follow up the Invitation Invita-tion to adventure. She descended through the house quietly enough the few returning workers who were coming in, tired and grimy, at half past six. were not interested in the girl who slipped by them so unobtrusively and once in the street she aroused no interest at all She took a downtown train, and came to the surface again only a few blocks east of her destination. The, neighborhood into which she ascended was rather like her own home environment in the Bronx, but as she walked westward the street improved, with that abruptness characteristic of the biggest city, and the brownstone house before which she finally stopped was not only handsome in an old-fashioned way, but decorously set in a line of similar homes, and close to the white winter park. (TO be coynsiEDj ON THE HOME FRONI t RUTH WYTSPEARS, NEWSPAPERS 'BOUND TIGHTLY WITH MUSLIN STRIPS ARE PADDED WITH COTTON BATTING AND THEN COYERED TO MAKE STIFF BACK CUSHIONS FOR THE COUCH - A SECOND STITCHING MAKES A FINISH FOR OUT SIDE OF SEAMS THIS is the story of an old couch I that became glamorous and played a conspicuous 'part in a charming sunny living room. The transformation started with a heavy cotton twill fabric in a soft tan tone to match the background color of the hooked rug that you see in front of the coich. It was decided not to use any contrasting trimming but to accent the clean-cut clean-cut box-like edges outlining the couch pad and cushions with a second sec-ond seam on the outside, as shown at the right. Couch cover and cushions used 9 Mr yards of the 36-inch-wide goods. When the smartly tailored cover was completed it was fastened firmly in place with zippers of the type that come apart at the bot tomone side being stitched to the seam allowance of the cover and WJ 2 Depending Wealthy Old Husband Dear, would you care if I left you? Sweet Young Wife How much? the other sewn to the couch pad. Next came the stiff cushions to stand up at the back. These were made with an inside core of newspapers news-papers tightly bound together with muslin bands and then padded with cotton batting, as shown. . NOTE: Directions . for making the hooked rug In this sketch may be found on cage 14 of your copy of Book B. 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