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Show ! 1 THE LEIII SUN, LEIII, UTAH S athleen Norris Says: J bout Hasty Weddings in Wartime Bell Syndicate WNU Features, t i . e"J ia'fced across t&e floor, held his two big hands out to me mid said, "If lnsty ,ere lei many us will you take a chance with me, Julio?" oral IK r C ATHLEEN NORRIS m st week I went weaaines. v-uie to two ing weaaings. VJUV was a mpt olden wedding and the la4 Was a war wedding. The Sorted the war wedding had taveer man for something the$e less than two months. fcose who love her and vno Know nun are iiui ii i ii i . max mey are manmg HlttstaKe. 'lanswer lies in the char- 1 the two. The man is a i nr t heyci1serious, affectionate, ThejM, . .u t5i who wears the uniform . jht tJnited States navy; the iJoving, eager, generous, tlittle creat1;ire whose "BiiGg, through many a hap-10ro,jl4dy hap-10ro,jl4dy time in her dancing ouse-party days, has ue to one ideal; a hus- love, a home, children. e are great words," she said with tears in her smiling en the exciting moment of the marriage license bu- )f tinted. She looked about with a at i approval upon the couples, it we young, black and white and who were streaming into the L "For better or worse, for - ' or poorer, in sickness and I MEAN those," she told i fh it to fem-to-be. ean them, too," he added Loc; cherish," she said, laugh- love that word! I am going pie cherishineest wife you IP I-- IW niee. WORK we ww s the most cherished," he told L "WE id when, the next day, stand-yU stand-yU a glowing September gar-heard gar-heard them make the sol-Contri sol-Contri rniises.we believed them, cea. Wedding Hilarious Event. Duraif olden wedding was an alto- ore hilarious affair, as a edding has a right to be. re there, a daughter, the ves, the daughter's husband, andchildren and approxi-0 approxi-0 uncles, aunts, cousins and . Also a ereat-erandchild ulia for her great-grand- sged five weeks old. There great many kisses, much bursts of lauehter. attemot- to hi!118 cnildren, running up g skn stairs. jjpe a plum-colored silk and "Stash lace collar, but these 7peiifrevent her rushing into the s in eg to see to the turkey-roast-rPal3?ashing uPstairs t0 bubble so j' aner ner two-o ciock Dot- S d Dad eot manv nresents: served the city of Brooklyn a fireman for almost fltury; his friends came in day to add their congrat- 10 the general uproar, and of golden presents grew miidable as the hours went en-rod and golden chrysan- orange cakes, gold cakes, rimmed elates from the 1 WeEf lflren, gold-framed photo-1 photo-1 itplzi platters and boxes; the jridnejnr flowed on Into the night S"ofte did I meet Joe?" Ma said 'dTh4hen JuUa bottled and bub-f bub-f in tbfd fallen asleep on her ex-i. ex-i. jH shoulder, and we had a Ln'Wome,it together upstairs. Fere was a time when I t Vihave told you. now ru nmgr how it was. My cousin eNs going to marry Joe, and lgf ikying fast and loose, she iSSt-4i she wouldn't Td never jjdp te; i was to meet him at my thing tSer' house in Cork the it edl he wedding. I was 17. pJMwe all got to the house, Hf.,na. The priest was there, IB 1 1 I direca ... mm trra 'FOR RICHER OR POORER' Character is the answer to the question of whether or not to enter into a hasty wartime marriage. Here is the story of a couple who spent 50 ideal years together, yet they had never seen each other until 15 minutes before their marriage! Girls today must realize that their soldiers will return changed some for the better, some for the worse. Bills, a small income, and sacrifices of the early days of marriage are a sharp contrast to the light-hearted light-hearted days of honeymooning. honeymoon-ing. But strong characters can make these very difficulties a strengthening influence. and the family- and friends, and there stood Joe, sailing that week for America and no Anna. And the last minute, when we were all as nervous as witches, didn't Anna's father stand up and say that to his shame he'd have to tell us that Anna nad backed down, she wouldn't marry anyone and go away from Ireland and her mother that she wouldn't not for ten Joe Moores. Substitute Bride. "Well, I began to cry. And when the priest spoke sharply to me and asked me why I would be crying, I spoke up the little shy thing that I was! and said that Joe looked like a good man and a kind one and it was a pity a girl like Anna would miss him! And at that Joe walked across the floor held his two big hands out to me and said, 'If Father Fa-ther here will marry us will you take a chance with me, Julia?' and the priest said to my mother, though she looked for 20 years she'd do no better.'. And Joe and I sailed away that week with everyone's blessing, and me asking him on the ship did he take milk in his tea or didn't he! "And a good man he's been to me," ended the bride of haH-a-cen-tury, tears again in her smiling eyes. "No woman ever had a better! bet-ter! But I'd never laid eyes on him until 15 minutes before I married him." These two true stories are in answer an-swer to the thousands of anxious mothers and wives who write me about the flood of wartime weddings that are engulfing the country. My general advice to the girls is not to marry just before the hardly-known groom sails away for foreign service. serv-ice. I've even warned them against engagements, for the man who comes back from Kiska or Guadalcanal Guadal-canal or Naples isn't going to be the man who went away, or rather, isn't going to be what she thought he was. He may be nicer, he may be not so nice. Whatever he Is, he'll be different from your memory of him. All the time he's gone you'll be Imagining him. You'll naturally build him up into something superhuman. super-human. When the other girls ask If he's handsome, generous, amusing, amus-ing, smart your answer will of course be a dreamy ecstatic "Yes." Certainly he was handsome In his pew uniform; of course he was generous gen-erous on that hurried three-day honeymoon. hon-eymoon. He must be smart, because be-cause he was offered a really fine job when he graduated from college, col-lege, only of course, being drafted, he couldn't accept it Troubles Ahead In Marriage. But when he comes back it won't be honeymooa Your first budget may be $20 a week. Bills, uncertainties, uncer-tainties, and economies may complicate compli-cate your first year together. Are you willing to face that courageously? OFTHE v KATHLEEN NORRIS THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte (Cherry) Rawlinti, an orphan, has been at Saint Dorothea's convent school lines he was seven years old. She knows almost al-most nothing about her early history, but has gradually realized that like other girls at the school she has no family and quesUons whether she has a right to her lather's name. Judge Judson Marsh banks and Emma Haskell are her ee-guardlani. ee-guardlani. When she Is twenty Marsh-banks Marsh-banks tells her that Emma has gotten her a secretarial position In San Francisco Fran-cisco with wealthy old Mrs. Porteous Porter. She goes first to the Marsh-banks Marsh-banks mansion and dines alone with the Judge as Fran, his young wife, and his niece, Amy, are dining out. Kelly Coates, an artist, drops in, and Fran and Amy top on their way out. As they leave, Cherry bears laughing reference to her convent clothes and sbe is bitter. Life with Mrs. Porter is monotonous, and she Is thrilled when Kelly, horseback riding in the park with Fran, stops to talk with her while she Is motoring with her employer. em-ployer. Later he sends her a bos of candy and she Is Jealous when sbe sees him with Fran at party given by Mrs. Porter. Emma tells Cherry that her sister, Charlotte, was Cherry's mother. Kelly takes Cherry along so Fran' wiU visit his Sausallto studio, and It Is evident that he Is very much in love with Fran, but later he tells Cherry despondently that Fran has promised the Judge she will not see him any more. Mrs. Porter dies, leaving Cherry 91,500. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER IX "I'm in tr-trouble and I've been crying, and I wondered if you'd come come come and take me for a drive!" stammered stam-mered Cherry. "I I've had bad news and I'm all all alone!" "Trouble, Marchioness?" Kelly said, instantly concerned. "Hold everything, ev-erything, and 111 be there in twenty minutes, and you come on over here and have supper with me. Hey? Good girl! I was just feeling very low and blue and we'll fix each other oth-er up. I'm on my way!" Kelly would not let her begin oil the story of her troubles until she had eaten. Then he piled things on a tray, carried them away, came back to sit in the chair opposite her, stuffing his pipe and looking expectantly toward her. "Now, who's been mean to you?" She gave him a flicker of a smile, but immediately her face was serious se-rious again. "I feel so ashamed of having bothered both-ered you with it! But I I felt that I was going mad, and you were the only friend I could think of. I just thought that if you were coming to town you might take me for a drive. I, didn't mean all this!" "I tell you my troubles," he reminded re-minded her, drawing on his pipe. "You see, we girls at Saint Dorothea's Doro-thea's never know much about our families.. It isn't a regular school, you know. There aren't any vacations, vaca-tions, and no relatives coming to see you." "That's the school you came from?" "Yes. I was there thirteen years, from the time I was seven. But I remembered my mother before that, and that I had a nurse named Emma." "Fran told me something about it" "At least I thought she was my nurse, and I used to imagine that my mother had been well, rich, I suppose, because someone had left money to take care of me and that Judge Marshbanks was my guardian." guard-ian." "I see. Go on. Marchioness." "Well, then when I came down and they'd found me a position with Mrs. Porter, Emma told me one day that she was my mother's sister. sis-ter. She wasn't a nurse at all, she was she is my aunt!" "A jolt, huh?" "I don't think it was a jolt because be-cause she was a housekeeper and because I'd always thought of her as a nurse," Cherry said. Close to tears ' again she looked blindly into the darting daggers and stars of the Are, and tried to steady her trembling lips. "My dear girl," Kelly Coates said, taking his pipe from his mouth, "loads of people are going to love you, don't you worry!" Cherry laughed brokenly, stealthily stealth-ily wiped her eyes, and went on, "but, you see, Mrs. Porter left me some money" "Well, bully for her!" Kelly commented. com-mented. "Have a good cry over that!" "They read the will today. The house is going to be a museum, and lots of the furnitine will be left there, and Amy gets a lot and we all get money." Cherry paused as if undecided how to proceed, then rushed on, "But then but then, after they'd read the will. Amy and the judge and I were having tea in the library, and we were talking about what Amy'd do and what I'd do and all that and I happened to call Emma 'Aunt Emma.' " "But he's your guardian. He'd know that she was your aunt" "Oh, yes, that wasn't it And when Amy seemed surprised I just said that I called her that sometimes, some-times, and Amy didn't pay any attention. at-tention. But afterward Amy went out and then the judge asked me if Emma had told me about it, and I said yes, because I thought that was all he meant" "What was all he meant?" "That Aunt Emma was mother's sister." "And what more did he mean?" Mi;: i wjiuji iimumi hi1 i.i ' ' SOS. W.N.u. RE LEAS' 4f 3 7 1' 1 ( iV XiV fir r ?t v "I'm In tr-trouble and I've been crying, and I wondered If you'd come come come and take me for a drive!" stammered Cherry. call or two to make in Atherton and Menlo Park, and who would pick Cherry up for the return trip after Cherry had introduced herself to her "Well, that that he went on talk-' ing about it, and that Aunt Emma was so fine even if she was rather cold, and then he said that his broth-er broth-er Fred was really a good person but impulsive and always getting into trouble ..." "His brother Fred!" Kelly had kneeled to straighten a slipped log in the fire. He shot her a look over his shoulder. "Fred was Amy's father?" "Yes. Amy's name is Amy Marsh-banks." Marsh-banks." "That's right too. There was another an-other brother?" "No. Only Amy's father." Kelly stopped his pipe halfway to his mouth and stared at her. "Huh," he commented, in a brief sound like a grunt "And It it killed me," Cherry said, not crying now, but pale and beginning to be agitated again. "It killed me! She's always had everything every-thing she'll have more now but it's not that! It's that they all loved her and wanted her and they've made so much of her and she's always al-ways had I mean, I don't want anything she has but they love her . ." She steadied suddenly at the sight of his attentive but not too sympathetic sympa-thetic face and for a moment looked at him In silence. "I mean," she went on presently, gaining self-control with every word, "I mean that it it sickened me to think that Amy and I are half sisters, sis-ters, and that he, my father,, could treat my mother so terribly my mother was so gentle, and she was ill so long! And she got nothing, and I spent all those years at Saint Dorothea's while Amy was traveling travel-ing . . ." Her voice trailed off into an ashamed silence; the look she turned to Kelly became aggrieved and then apologetic. For a full minute min-ute neither spoke, and then Cherry said something timidly, "Don't you think that's terrible?" "You rather knew, I suppose," Kelly began, "that things in your background had been somewhat irregular?" ir-regular?" "Oh, yes, I did. Indeed. I did! They don't tell you anything at Saint Dorothea's, you know, but of course the girls talk. And we read books." "Well, then, looky, Cherry. Why is it so much worse to know that your father came of a good family, and that he really tried to do what he could for you? I suppose it was he who supported your mother, Emma's Em-ma's sister, and left money to take care of you?" "Yes; the judge said so today." "You're better off than I am," said Kelly. "You're twenty and I'm thirty-one. You've got all the world before you, and I'm so damned in love with a married woman that I don't know what to do with my self." He glanced at his watch. "It's ten-ten. I'm going to run you home." They went out into the darkness to the car. He stopped at the gloomy Porter mansion and got out and went up to the door with her. "You'll never know what you've done for me tonight" Cherry said in the dark columns of the entrance. "You did something for me too. I've been seeing blue devils ail day. Listen," he went on in a brighter tone, "here's a bargain. If you get too down, you telephone me, and if I'm going crazy any time I'll telephone tele-phone you, and we'll walk it off together. There are swell walks up over the hills over my way. How about It?" "I would think it the nicest thing that ever happened to me," she said in a low tone. "It's a go, then." "There's only one thing. If we do that then I mightn't ever have any troubles," Cherry explained, her hand In his. "You know what you ought to get for that!" His arm held her lightly, his lips brushed her forehead and he was gone. Emma had gone with her kitten to the country now, and Cherry was to leave for Palo Alto in a few days, to take possession of a room in the house of one Mrs. Pringle, and to begin summer-school work and to do a certain amount of coaching so as to be able to enter college as a regular regu-lar student in the fall. On this particular par-ticular day she was going down in the limousine with Fran who had a new landlady and inspected her quarters. When she and Fran were In the car, Fran said presently, "Run the window down, will you, Cherry? It's warm." "Wouldn't you rather have the side windows down?" "No, I want to speak to Rousseau. Rousseau, go the old road, will you, please?" Fran asked, when she could speak to the chauffeur. "For I promised I'd stop at the antique shop." The young Frenchman did not turn his head. But he nodded slightly. slight-ly. "No, wait a minute, I think we'll do that after we leave Miss Rawl-ings Rawl-ings In Palo Alto," Fran changed It suddenly. "Now what's she about?" Cherry thought. "She's meeting someone!" "I've not seen Kelly Coates for weeks," Fran presently said thoughtfully, as If reading Cherry's mind. "He telephones, but I haven't happened to be in. I like him, too." "He likes you," Cherry said daringly. dar-ingly. "You see Kelly now and then, don't you?" Fran asked. "Now and then." "Lately?" "The day we closed up Mrs. Porter's Por-ter's house that was day before yesterday I saw. him then," Cherry Cher-ry said, omitting any mention of the Sausalito visit "We walked a little while in the Presidio." "You like him a lot don't you?" the soft hoarse voice with its hidden hid-den notes of laughter and of tears asked simply. Cherry felt the blood in her face. "I guess so," she admitted, swallowing. swal-lowing. "Too bad," Fran said absently. "I'm sorry about Kelly! I was very unhappy when I married Jud," she presently went on, "and I told him that although I didn't love him as I might love some man some day-he's day-he's twenty-two years older than I am, you know ..." "But that's all the more reason," Fran began again, after a pause, "why I should play fair with him." She paused. "Cherry, I wonder If you will do something for me." "I'd be so glad, Mrs. Marsh-banks!" Marsh-banks!" "To begin with," Fran said with a direct smile from under her silky black bangs, and ultramodern hat "don't call me Mrs. Marshbanks! It sounds as if I were an elderly aunt." "Fran, then. What can I do?" "I'm trying to think it out exactly," exact-ly," Fran answered. "I think I mean that I'd like you to be a friend of Kelly's, Cherry, and help him see my position. If I were free," Fran went on thoughtfully, "I'd marry him. But I'm not free. You see, Cherry, two years ago more than two years ago, when we'd been marriedoh, mar-riedoh, perhaps eighteen months or so I told Jud that I wanted to live my own life. I didn't want to be his wife any more suddenly I went restless and unhappy, and it was that I didn't want to be his wife!" Fran continued: "Perhaps I'm a little less scrupulous than I might be about I won't say flirting, I hate the word! But about friendships with men, liking men. I can't help it I've made . . ." And to Cherry's astonishment the dark eyes so near her own were suddenly misting. "I've made such a mess of my life so far," Fran said, "that I'm going to play the game now." "So if you can," Fran concluded, as Cherry continued to watch her in silent fascination, "put that to Kelly. Kel-ly. He likes you. He thinks you're interesting. And you see, nowadays I don't see him at all. I promised Jud I'd not see him unless it was unavoidable, and it is avoidable. "This is your place; it looks comfortable com-fortable enough," Fran said as the car stopped. "Ask Rousseau to go to the gas station in Atherton, will you, and we'll find out there where the Rasmussen place is. And we'll be back for you at five." Cherry, delightfully thrilled, descended de-scended at a green hedge not too well trimmed. Mrs. Pringle, large and untidy, took her up to her room, which was large, fTO BE COXTISVED) Closet Accessories to Make as Gifts That Are Useful and Also Different II-1 b: Wm I 14 6TITCMEDII kwEUF COVER A t . . . - II u (HAT BRUSH andLI ISHOE CLOTH j I A SMALL BOX 1 WICAT AT BOT-H rroM of pockets UMBRELLA -STOCKINGS RUBBERS BONE RINGS SEWN TO EDGE FASTEN OVER IHOOKS IN DOOR TF YOU want to make.a gift that really is different, try a door pocket planned for special needs. Notice the laundry bag flat against the wall on a hanger with a pocket for handkerchiefs and fine things. 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