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Show THE LEW SUN. LEW, UTAH ' JI1KI UCniOVlCLU GWEN BRISTOW THE STORY THUS FAR: Snratt Her. lone, successful motion picture producer, naa married Elizabeth, after her flrit husband, Arthur Klttredge, had been re. ported killed In World War I. They had three children, Dick, Cherry and Brian. Elizabeth had been orphaned when a baby and had been raised by her aunt and nncle in Tulsa. During one 111m-jmer 111m-jmer vacation from school, the had fone wimming at the country club. While divine she met Arthur Klttredge. He was from Chicago, but was at that time employed in Tulsa as a chemist. She went dancing with him the erst night she met him. He had proven a strong attraction to her. CHAPTER V He agreed and they sat down on the grass again. Like herself he had no Immediate family, he told her, His parents had died long ago, and he had worked his way through the University of what he could still call nothing else but Chicawgo. After a few moments' conversation they found that Elizabeth's uncle, who was also In the oil business, knew several members of the company where Arthur was employed, so they Justified their acquaintance by that They went dancing that night, and as the next day was Sunday they went swimming again, A week later Elizabeth was refusing to undertake the projected trip to Canada. A month later she was refusing to go back to college. In September they were married. There was no use In anybody's say. lng eighteen was too young to be married, she hadn't known him long enough, she would never have an other chance to go to college, Arthur couldn't support her In the style to which she was accustomed, or eiv- lng any of the other sensible advice older people like to give young girls In love. She and Arthur wanted each other and nobody could keep them apart. Elizabeth found there was still some of her father's property Jen, so with what had been intended for the rest of her expensive school ing they furnished their home. That It was a very modest little place troubled them not at all. It was a place of peace and ecstasy. Eliza beth was tremulous with joy at find ing out what it was like to be loved. fcne Had always had plenty of friends, her masculine acquaint ances had let her know she was de sirable, and her aunt and uncle had done their dutiful best to be affec tionate, but nobody had ever loved her. Arthur loved her. She was not very good at expressing express-ing it. But In the evenings while he read, or worked on the pamphlets he wrote describing his researches for the benefit of other oil chemists, she would sit with the mending and look up to watch the line of light down his profile, and every now and then Arthur would glance up and smile at her and she would be unutterably happy. Sometimes when they went out together and did something quite ordinary like seeing a movie or playing play-ing tennis, she would say, "I never knew any two people could have as much fun together as we do," and he would grin at her and answer, "It's great finding out, isn't it?" That was all they really needed to say to each other about it But Ar-' Ar-' thur had more talent for words than she had, and now and then he would make it articulate. One night when she was nearly asleep he turned over and said, "Elizabeth, If you're still awake, I was just thinking about us, and how I get such a thrill every time I see you, and I remembered an old myth I read in the university library one day." "Tell me," said Elizabeth. She moved closer to him and he slipped his arm around her as he went on. "I don't know who thought It up, the Persians or Greeks or somebody. They said that In the beginning everybody ev-erybody In the world was happy. Then they sinned, and to punish mem tne gods decreed that every soul should be split In half. Since then each of us is born incomnlete. and has to wander over the earth looking for the other half of himself. and nobody can be happy unless he finds it But if you're very lucky you nna it, ana unite with the one who's really the other half of you, and then you're right with the universe uni-verse because you're complete." She drew a long joyful breath. "Arthur, how beautiful! And how right I think I felt like that the first time I saw you." "So did I. You came down off the diving board and I pulled you out of the water, and you were there it was right Funny to think back now there was so much I wanted to do, so much I wanted to learn, about oils and plants and people and stars I still want to do everything like that as much as ever, but it's so different now. You've no idea how-different it Is." "Yes I have. Everything is different dif-ferent now that we're together. I co love you sol" she said. MATis r i i2ui i dcmoviciv GWEN BRISTOW fall of 1916, and by spring It was evident that the United States was about to enter the war. "Suppose I should be called Into the army," he said, "and have to leave you here alone." Elizabeth shivered. Now that she had found Arthur, the idea of living without him was more than she could bear to contemplate. "The war won't last much longer," she said, i "I'm sure it won't We don't have to have children right now we've got years and years before us, but you do want them, don't you?' Arthur grinned at her with tender eagerness. "You're mighty right I do." Then the United States was In the war, and there was no keeping Ar thur back from It Arthur loved people. peo-ple. The people of France and Bel gium and Great Britain, cloudy masses to Elizabeth because she had never seen them except on one or two schoolgirl tours of Europe, Eu-rope, were as real to Arthur as the THE 8 TOST THUS FABl Spratt Her-long, Her-long, successful motion picture producer, had married Elizabeth, after her first husband, Arthur Klttredge, had been reported re-ported killed In World War L They had three children, Dick, Cherry and Brian. Elizabeth had been orphaned when a baby and had been raised by ber aunt and nncle In Tulsa. One summer vacation vaca-tion she met Arthur at the country club. Thev were married soon after wards, within a year he enlisted and before long was tent overseas. Then came the telegram from the war department, depart-ment, announcing that Arthur was killed In action. The light seemed to have (one out for Elizabeth. the other half still breathing, alive for no purpose but to feel the an- guisn or the separation. She felt nothing else. The morning morn-ing came at length, and other mornings morn-ings followed it but for a long time Elizabeth was not conscious of anything any-thing but the immensity of her pain. She went through the usual move ments of existence, because the routine rou-tine was so automatic that she fol lowed It without paying attention to what she was doing. Everv Aav LI - 1 . ... - oienaea into tne next without any-thing any-thing to mark the transitions, so that she would have found it hard to say how long it had been since they told her Arthur was dead, or whether some occurrence had taken place yesieraay or a week ago. It seemed to her that she was alone all the time, though this was not true, for great many mends came to see ner. &ne was grateful, but they could not penetrate her loneliness. The Bnnnir n n s frvnAM A x r" r?. reai- &ome- to pay me for Arthur. I can earn eWn-T 3 ?-eJ "V own living. I'd rather. ..e touting aim maKing ner CHAPTER VI Elizabeth took the pen and looked at it an instant then as though it were a horrid object she threw It down on the blotter and stood up. "No!" she exclaimed and she meant it though she could not Just then have told what prompted her. "No. I don't want the government She would be unutterably happy. people of Tulsa, though he had nev er been to Europe at all. While she had been seeing the war in terms of newspaper accounts he was seeine it as numan beings starving and bleeding before a force of evil that decent men must stop. Arthur had registered for the draft, though he naa been deferred because he was married; but he wanted to eo. Ter rified, Elizabeth pled with him. Arthur, have mercy on me! Suo- pose I wanted to go out to France or Flanders don't stand?" He doubled up his fists. "Yes. I understand." "Have you thought about it? I mean thought about it?" A lot of times. While you were asleep. I'd look at you In the dark. You looked so trusting." Arthur, you're not troine. It's dif ferent with some men. I suppose I mean it's different with some women. wom-en. They've got somebody besides their husbands. Please understand. My father was a bank and my mother moth-er was a belL The bank sent the checks and the bell rang to tell me what to do. I'm not trying to say I was unhappy I wasn't because I didn't know any better. But then, all of a sudden, you." You don't want to go. do you. Arthur?" No, I don't But my darling. we ve got to win this war or lose it If we lose it God help us. Don't you see it? We're fighting so other people will have the same chance at life that we've had not only the foreigners, for-eigners, but Americans, the Americans Ameri-cans who aren't born yet. We've been thinking, here in our favored corner of the world, that we were safe. Now we've found that we're not Not even this country is safe unless we're willing to fight the brutes of the world so we can keeD it so." answer, but it did not matter verv much. She simply drifted from day who mgnt and back Into dav a pa in without expectation. Whatever har pened around her. she was not real J iy aware of anything except that Ar thur was dead.- she had to tt through the time without him, and sne noped she could do so without being too much of a nulsanpn to anv. uuuy, Several weeks after the end of the war she received a taetfnliv worrit letter irom the Red Cross, telling her that Arthur had died in a Ger man field hospital. There were some gentle phrases about how the stretcher-bearers naid'no attention to international differences in their errands of mercy. Before she had read halfway down the page Elizabeth Eliza-beth recognized it as a form letter composed by some expert writer to soften the regret that would be felt by recipients on learning that their loved ones had had to spend their last hours among foreigners. It was very kind of them, no doubt, to have gone to the trouble of getting up such a pretty letter, but neither this nor any other literature could help her. She tore the sheet of paper Into small pieces and let them dribble out of her hand into the wastebasket By this time it was as If her single great pain had changed into a thousand thou-sand small ones striking her with swui snort anguish, each in a different differ-ent place from the one before. Earlier, Earli-er, there had been no details. Now whatever she saw, every object she touched, stabbed her with its own small blade of memory, She could not pick up a table-napkin without remembering what fun she and Arthur Ar-thur had had choosing the linens for their home. Every time she opened the china-closet she could hear their secret laughter . as they garnished the top shelf with the atrocities some of their relatives had thrust on them as wedding presents. If she looked out of a front window she could al most see Arthur coming down the street from his office and raising his head to see if he could catch sight of her anywhere and wave at her before he came into the house. Arthur Ar-thur was everywhere, so viviriw tw there were even moments when she forgot he would not be there any more.' She would wake up in the night and begin to turn over softly SO as not to disturh him. ...... if the library door was closed she would find herself tiptoeing past it lest the sound of her approach interrupt in-terrupt the work he had h. home to do. When this ham.n she would bring herself un uritVi o start that reminded her, "But he isn't there, he'll never be there again." The pain would slash Into her, deep and auick. until thought "This is worse than it was at first And there'll never be any-thing any-thing else. Arthur is dead " She did not make anv dicnio- her grief. This was partly because she had an inborn dread of public weeping, but mainly because it aa not occur to her to do so. What she and Arthur had shared had been too profound for them ever to talk about it except to each other. Now it would have seemed sacrilegious and obscene to try to tell anybody else what he had meant to her. Arthur Ar-thur had been her husband; no matter mat-ter how much his .friend valued him, he did not stand in that Before they could reply she ran out of the bank, leaving Uncle Clarence Clar-ence to apologize for her strange be havior, and the banker to answer Uncle Clarence that it was quite all right, he understood, the poor girl was young and had no idea of money, and she had undoubtedly received a great blow, just come back when she's more reasonable, glad to see you both any time, Elizabeth was walking quickly along the street She felt somehow strong and free, stronger and freer than she had felt since the day she had received that terrible telegram, All her senses were abruptly alert She noticed that there was a tingle of spring in the air. People were walking fast, as if they had some where of importance to go. All of a sudden she stopped in front of a tore window and said "Ahl" not an audible exclamation, just the swift little catch of her breath that she would have given this time last year at the sight of a smart black hat with a red feather. Her thrill was gone in an Instant She had time only to think, "Why, this is the first time I've noticed any thing," before the tiredness was back on her and she was saying to herself, "What difference does it make what I wear now?" Looking up at the store front she remembered remem-bered that she had bought many hats here in the past One afternoon she had called Arthur and told him to pick her up here on his way home. He had come In while she was still hesitating, and had made the choice for her "Here's the one for you, Elizabeth, black with a red feather." She caught her breath again, but this time it was to stifle a sob, and sne hurried home as fast as she could. ! Once at home she sat down tense ly, asking herself with a sense of desperation, "Can't I ever eet awav from this?" Then, suddenly, she be came aware that in asking the question she had unconsciously, by the words she was using, provided tne answer. She had to get awav. But though the answer had come, it was not clear. For" a few moments mo-ments this morning she had been exhilarated, until the hat with the feather had brought him back. What was it she asked herself now, that had given her that brief bright sense of being alive again? It was something that had happened hap-pened at the bank. She had said she did not want to be paid for losing Arthur. No wonder they had heard her with such surprise, for on the face of it that was a foolish thing to say. Nobody conld believe a war widow lost her self-respect by receiving re-ceiving a government pension. But her words had given her the impres sion oi snaking off a burden. As you're ever going to be anything better than a sick vegetable, you've got to learn to count on yourself. The only minute you've felt alive since you lost Arthur was the minute you said you didn't have to depend on him any more." But as she walked around the house, or looked out at the sidewalk and its familiar trees, she knew more and more certainly that as long as she stayed within sight of these things she would continue to lean on her memory of him. She would be, not an Individual, but Arthur's widow, a poor object standing around like something a traveler had forgotten to take with him on his journey. But if she turned down that pension and went to live in a strange environment it would mean she would have to take care of herself, her-self, no matter how much her resolution resolu-tion might waver. Her fists doubled up and her whole body tense with the effort Elizabeth faced the necessity. neces-sity. She had to go. She was going. She chose California because neither nei-ther she nor Arthur had ever been 'No, I don't want the government to pay me for Arthur." there. Neither of them knew any body who lived west of the Rockies, and there was nothing in California that would remind her of him. Once her decision was made she set about vigorously getting ready to leave Tulsa, doing everything briskly lest she be overwhelmed with the nain of parting. Her first act was to buy a ticket for Los Angeles. Havins it there bolstered her determination on the occasions when she thought she could not go through with it The ticket safely in her desk, she began deliberately to strip herself of the physical objects that linked her with Arthur. She had to do this, because if she had taken them with her she would simply have built up another home like this one, where she could not pick up any article of use without remembering that Arthur Ar-thur had touched it She sold most of her household possessions, and wnat she could not sell she eave away. It was hard to do, but not as nard as it would have been to live among these reminders of her lost happiness. Her acquaintances were puzzled by her vehemence, and Aunt Grace was volubly shnrkpd she thought of it she rememhprort could not understand what h what else she had said. "I can ! was doing' and believing like most Arthur kissed her shoulder in the dark. They both wanted to have children. chil-dren. Elizabeth loved babies. Ever since she was a little girl playing with her dolls she had looked forward for-ward to the time when she could have a real baby of her own. They talked about it eagerly. But Arthur, who had a deep sense of protection,' thought they should wait a year or two. Elizabeth was so young. Besides, Be-sides, they had been married in the Her mind yielded, for he was in-contestably in-contestably right But she could not help protesting stilL "What about these children I was going to have?" "If we win this war." said Arthur, "you'll have your children. If we don't" he added grimly, "you won't want them." So, after not quite a year of mar riage, Arthur joined the army. From the day they were married until the day he left he and Elizabeth had not Deen separated for as long as twenty-four hours. The first nieht she slept alone the bed seemed twice its usual size and the room seemed enormous. Crumpled up on that same bed Elizabeth was telling herself thi room would always be empty. She ! naa nutmeg, no husband, no children, chil-dren, no desire for anything else without them. She was alive, and that was strange, she .thought dully as the hours of that dreadful night dragged by, strange that when two persons had Interlaced their u. into such a unit as theirs, half of that unit could be torn away and leave I relationship to anyone but herr I on4 Anlw lal.. V a . . . ' viujr sue coma ieei the severing of that tie. So she bore what she uu to Dear aione and in silence. And then one morning, in the spring after the Armistice, she discovered dis-covered that she did not have much money left to live on. It gave her a start, not because she had thought she was rich but because In the past few months she had not thought about It at all. She had been spending very little, mechanically me-chanically writing checks for such necessities as food and rent sino. it was part of the inescapable routine. rou-tine. When a phone call from Uncle Un-cle Clarence who had again constituted con-stituted himself her guardian, as he saw she was in no state to attend to her affairs herself advised her that she should meet him at the bank the next morning, she obeyed his summons, mildly wondering what It was about Uncle Clarence and the bank vice president told her it was to make arrangements for her pension as a soldier's widow. I (TO BE CONTINUED) ' earn my own living. I'd rather " Naturally they had been startled. She knew no more about earning her own living than a child. The idea of such a possibility had never occurred to her before. She had spoken without thinking, and yet she had somehow been thinking of something some-thing much more vital than th source of her income. She sought to recall it more than once drawing iur me operation was too painful pain-ful to be continued without nao- but at last she found what she was looking for. "I was thinking of uiueiuicg, not about a pension or about my going to work. Just for a minute i got a flash of it and it was like being waked up with a dash of cold water-I know-I was realizing realiz-ing that I didn't have to keej on being dependent on Arthur." That hurt She stood up and walked around, her whole spirit protesting pro-testing against the hurt of it T want to be dependent on him! I was so happy when all day I was thinking of him. TU tell Arthur about this he'U laugh and laugh.' 1 must ask how she makes that sponge-cake Arthur would love if Do you really real-ly like my bracelet? Arthur gave it to me.' Arthur, Arthur, all the time, never anything but Arthur. Stop it Elizabeth! I don't rara km. " hurts, stop itl Arthur i, dead. ! h tnin . " u. 7 m es. say and get used to ft 1 " . c WKea out at .A..,. """ so by. was drawing other people that if they could not understand a matter it had no ex- pianauon, they said, "Who would nave tnougnt .Elizabeth was so heartless?" Aunt Grace agreed sadly, and told them Elizabeth had not only sold the desk where Arthur naa worKea, but had even given his clothes to the Salvation Army. Oh well, said Uncle Clarence, Elizabeth was young, and the young wer nnt. j . . eu lur uieir springing adaptability. nuui urace -shook her head. ouc uas no soul." said Aunt Grace. "And after all we've tried to do for her." Contemplation of xzauem a lacs oi soul sometimes movea Aunt urace to tears. Since it was useless to explain to nuiii urace, Elizabeth kept quiet and went on doing what she had to do. If she was going to leave the break haa to be entire. There' was no other way. She parted with ev-erything ev-erything except a few keepsakes too precious to be given into alien hands but even these she packed in a covl ered box which she put underneath the clothes in her trunk when she took the train for Los Angeles. As she crossed the continent she looked out with amazement at the immensity of her native land. No book of geography had given hir conception of such a ..oace tn,,-. In Los Angeles she learned to typewrite, and took the first Job that offered itself through the employment employ-ment office of the business school. It happened to be a minor clerkship in a law office, where a large part of the business was concerned with the contracts of Hollywood actors. This was before the days of the great agencies, and actors were supposed to handle their own contracts with the advice of privately retained lawyers. law-yers. Elizabeth's work was mostly routine, answering the telephone and copying legal documents, but the moving picture business was young and even her own small contact with its bounding growth was interesting inter-esting enough to demand all her attention. at-tention. When she woke up In the morning she no longer faced the blankness of an empty day, and at night she was tired enough to go to sleep. She had an apartment consisting of one room with a bath and kitchenette, With the other girls in the office she talked about the immediate affairs of the day. She never talked about Arthur. They had not known him and could not be Interested In him, and this was the reason why she had come to California. As for the men in the office, they might have been sexless for all the thought she gave them. The first time one of them asked her to have dinner with him she felt startled, with a curious under-feeling of resentment; re-sentment; but It vas the most ordinary ordi-nary sort of Invitation from a friendly friend-ly young fellow who disliked eating alone, and she accepted, though still with a sense of strangeness. But they had a pleasant evening, talking about nothing more personal than the bad temper of their boss and the unreasonableness of all actors, and when she came back to her apartment apart-ment she looked at herself in the glass thinking, "I do believe I'm get ting normal again." She was getting normal again: she could feel it, like the return of eaui- Iibrium after dizziness. Her fellow-workers fellow-workers liked her and she was be ginning to enjoy their companionship. companion-ship. When she got a promotion and a raise she felt a justiflcation'of her self that was real delight As her job In the office brought her into contact with a great many employees em-ployees of the moving picture industry, in-dustry, her acquaintance increased and with it her invitations. She lost her sense of, strangeness at going aDoui witn men who were not Arthur. Ar-thur. There were plenty of them to go out with, and there was nothing noth-ing unpleasant in discovering again that she was an attractive woman. She did not try to pretend to herself mat she was happy, but she was not unhappy either. There were still nours when she ached for Arthur, but she was grateful for what she had. She had been in California two years when she met Spratt Herlong. Spratt worked in a studio nuhiipit- department. It was sometimes nec essary for him to visit the office where Elizabeth was enmloved tn get information about screen players play-ers under contract to his company. The girls in the office liked him. hp. cause while he was always friendly he never stared meaningfully at their legs, while he talked to thPm or sat on their desks killing time that they would have to make up by staying an extra hour to finish tv, day's assignment. Thoush h not been long in Hollywood, Eliza- oew naa already had sufficient imrience oi Doth these habits to appreciate ap-preciate the lack of them. She observed ob-served also that Spratt worked hard and got results in the form of a great deal of magazine and newspaper news-paper space for the actresses he was paid to publicize, and her own brief career in the business world had taught her to admire anybody who concentrated his attention on doing his job well As Spratt was invariably good-humored good-humored and reasonable in his re-quests-ln contrast to some of his 1 ,Z ' wno were t0 pressed with ideas of their own lmnnrt, to take the trouble of heino pleasant or reasonable' with office c erks-she responded by giving him all the flSSlctann. .U- . . . ouc couia, even when it meant extra effort L part Spratt was grateful, and proved It not only by telling her so but by sending her tiekpt, mieres coming by to drive her home in the evening, or r.in- .. for lunch or dinner. Elizabeth liked him increasingly. Befor v found herself hoping, when she start" ed for work In the morning, that there would be a call from hhn ?o enliven hup u ua;. Spratt was verv imiii- Later. Elizabeth thought tw reason for her immediate pleasure in his company had been w u? ri. v.- . 7.. "e m mierest without at the same time rousing her memories Spratt was terse, practical and cool! ly ambitious. He liked th. D Ctur hncin... . """""8 "7"' intended to b- successful In it Hi, expectation had Zi. was 1 Cl aDOUt " as a rran wwara a cnosen rtot!,- tion with the purpose of reachw Elizabeth had no doubt of hi, what he wanted. Snratt tnom .... Air Conditioned Tro,it f A fleet of new street ' " t lanta. G. has been equw first t me that nm.. V the benefits of air c van onditionini.'"' tows Need Rest Every cow needs a rest . , si to eight weeks if .?,! duce the most milk during h i Ever Try Making Cough Syrup , YourJCtcheni Quick Relief. 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