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Show THE Thursday, June 26, 1941 i1 ft m a m m a pi I I PN. BHiaI man - III W nc INSTALLMENT THREE The Story So Mrs. Maguire la mayor of Covington. giving a dinner tor the Newsums. Kathanother leen, daughter, is helping her mother, Laura. Kathleen had Just met an Irritating stranger who kissed ner Newsum and Shirley Maguire have been engaged tor some time. With the depression, Newsum Sr. gave up his business and Jalrd had no work. Maguire li editor of the Clarion and CHAPTER III Continued think they might have kept the evening free after they accepted "I Mother's invitation to dinner," cried Kathleen hotly. "Especially since she isn't asked to the bridge party." Shirley said nothing. She simply could not be made to express herself adversely about her future mother-in-laAt least Mrs. New-suwas supposed to be that someday although Kathleen wondered if Shirley ever would marry Jaird. Perhaps Shirley guessed as much for she stared at her engagement ring and her mouth looked suddenly thin and tired. And she Shirley was twenty-twand Jaird Newsum had been engaged ever since she was eighteen and a half. They had expected to be married as soon as Jaird finished at the university. Jaird had graduated with honors according to schedule. But there had been no wedding. It was Just one of those things for which no one was to blame. Jaird had expected to go straight from school into his father's factory. He had been going to get quite a nice salary while he was learning the business which he would eventually inm o. herit. In dozens of small ways Mrs. Newsum during the past year had insinuated that she thought each of them would be happier free. She was forever hinting that long engagements were unfair to both parties. She lost no occasion to flick Shirley's sensitive pride on the raw. Maguire. Because Shirley did not betray the sting her adversary, who was a d woman, felt it necessary to make the attacks more pointed. No wonder Shirley of late had felt a little frantic. "If Connie Mays' father didn't own half the town, old hens like Mother Newsum would tear her reputation to shreds," burst out Kathleen savagely. Her remark was apparently irrelevant. But not to Shirley. She felt as if she were walking barefoot on hot asphalt. She had known for a long time that Jaird's mother hoped he would Jilt Shirley for Connie Mays. But Shirley hadn't known that Kathleen knew. Though probably everyone did. Mrs. Newsum was not a subtle woman. Connie was the only daughter of Eugene Mays. She was Just nineteen and freshly home from a swanky finishing school in the east She had always had everything un- thick-skinne- But on leaving school Jaird found a distorted world. Completely disrupted by the forces of an industrial and economic crisis. He did not go into his father's business for the simple reason that there was no business. After losing money for two years Blake Newsum, always a conservative man, decided to cut his losses. He closed the factory. He had enough of an income to live on provided that it was carefully expended. He owned his own home. He admitted that his change of plans was a little rough on his son, but Jaird was young, said both his father and his mother. He could afford to wait, he and Shirley. It was painfully apparent almost s from the beginning that the did not propose to be saddled with Shirley. Their attitude made it impossible for Jaird to marry her until he was economically able to support a wife. And so Shirley's radiant dreams had been hopelessly lost in a vicious circle. She and Jaird had been on tiptoe outside the door of ecstasy for three painful years. New-sum- g CHAPTER TV No one can go on day in and day out keyed to the last notch yet forever cheated of fulfillment, without dulling the blade of the spirit Shirley and Jaird had possessed something so sharp its rapture had been kin to anguish. But the years and frustration were getting in their deadly work. Shirley's soul shuddered. She had a terrible feeling that everything which made life a wild sweet adventure was dying in her hands. Losing its high zest Growing stale and savorless before she had ever put her lips to the cup. And there was nothing she could do about it Nothing! Not a muscle moved in her lovely controlled face. But in her heart something wept like Hagar mourning in the Wilderness. A Hagar who had no Ishmael to share her exile. "Yes, I knew the Newsums were leaving early," said Shirley quietly. "And I knew Mrs. Mays did not Invite mother. But I don't believe she minds." Kathleen bit her lip. "You mean she'd die before she let on." "I think she'd rather stay at home with Mike." "And that's love, I suppose," Jeered Kathleen. "Yes." ' Kathleen looked sharply away. She knew Shirley was thinking that if she and Jaird had a home anywhere, it would be heaven Just to be together. Kathleen suddenly had a savage longing to do something about the things Shirley desired and was being denied. t "Why don't you and Jaird kick whole over the doghouse?" she demanded in a roughened voice. "I mean elope and let his people like it or else. "s'' ' , . Shirley bad a strange white circle about her mouth. "We can't do that,"" she said. "Because of the old Shirley shivered and walked over to the window. "Kathleen stared after her and. felt a little frightened. It was the nearest any of the family had come to putting into words the unmistakable change which bad occurred in Mrs. Ncwsum'i attitude In the pasf year.' And Kathleen was not sure exactly how Shirley would receive the Intrusion. d But Shirley, staring down the and rather shabby street in front of the Maguire house, had forgotten Kathleen. 'Shirley was thinking of Jalrd's mother who pnee had not disapproved of Shirley, but who recently had complicated an already galling situation by an .increasing tendency U4 delay her tm't- marof to his the choice. girl riage Shirley eoultf not blind herself to the humiliating truth. If possible, Jaird's mother hoped to prevent his ever marrying Shirley . ?. she-cat- ?' tree-line- She was just nineteen and freshly home from a swanky finishing school. der the sun she wanted. Especially if it was something she had no business to want She was a thin, nervous, rapacious creature, strikingly smart looking in an odd, bizarre, almost neurotic fashion. At present she wanted Jaird Newsum. She wanted him pretty terribly because he belonged to Shirley Maguire and was not supposed to be for sale. "Sometimes," said Shirley in a steady but rather lifeless voice, "I think Connie is a little to be pitied. She never has been crossed. It's not her fault if she has moral indigestion." Kathleen got to her feet with a gesture of baffled resignation. It was no use. Shirley would not condescend to her opponent's tactics. Connie Mays merited no quarter at Shirley's hands. "If she ever looked at a boy friend of mine in that way of hers I'd scratch her green eyes out, so help me!" cried Kathleen with her own private venom, and slammed the door behind her. Alone, Shirley stood very still. Her heart beating in strange thick Jerks. Why hadn't she poured it all out to Kathleen? The ache, the festering pricks. Shirley's hands crept up and covered her burning eyelids. What was it that locked her tongue so she couldn't speak? To Kathleen. Or to her Mother. Shirley couldn't even with Jaird bring herself to discuss the thing that was poisoning her heart. Was everything to be spoiled for her and Jaird? Their happiness for years bad been within the grasp of their straining finger tips. And yet it jeerlngly eluded them. They were forever being brought up Just short of rapture. Tantalizingly jerked back from their desire by a checkrein. No wonder their nerves were raw. Laura Maguire stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom ant ex- amined herself with rather Jaundiced eyes. She had dressed early because there were several tasks to be done and Tom and Mary Etta would probably arrive before the others. Tom was Laura's first-borand although she never admitted It. he had a prior claim on her heartstrings. But it was of Shirley Laura was thinking, for Shirley's sake It was " last-minu- n It la Kot Too Late Begin this fine story to- tfay Thote is still lime, w w n i ar s- - ' w.N.u.iervtee ' Embroideries to b&e You Proud IV Kathleen Norris Says: a v iirt ii m ii &; Jaird nerve-wrackin- Page Seven NEPHi UTAH S. ' T c TIMES-NEW- pleasant and easy to do, even by the beginner. When the Piper Comes (or His Pay Service.) mt"jm ' Far m Pattern important i fat I e a transfer pattern incnes; x mum. jzyj incnes; directions wt ms illustrations of stitches; materials needed. Send your order to: (Ben abdicate-W- NU after he fixed the flat tire of the car. Kathleen dislikes the lzing Mrs. Newsum. The sisters are talking. Kathleen la resentful that the Newsums are to leave early. 6893 contains a motit 7,'a by 19',i Dji that the ecru organdy should not betray the darned place on the left shoulder which Laura had artfully covered with a lace fichu resurrected from the red bag and dyed with coffee grounds. Kathleen always insisted that her mother could perform miracles if turned loose with a few remnants and anything to tint them with. Laura grinned. She had to admit the lace fichu had been an inspiration. It came out a rich golden-brow- n color 'and fairly saved the life of the ecru organdy. She brushed her black hair till it lay sleekly against her head, touched the lobes of her ears with the stopper of her scent bottle and, grimacing a little, used the tip of her finger to apply a hint of rouge to her humorous lips. "Belle Newsum simply must not be allowed to patronize," she told herself with a grin, thinking of Kathleen. Actually Laura found it difficult to smile when she thought of Shirley and Jaird's mother. The boy was everything desirable. His father was a just, though rather obtuse man. But Laura had known Bell Newsum all their lives and found little excuse for her being. The key to her character lay in the fact that she had never been sure of herself. Even as a girl she had not been popular. And she had envied others who were, although she toadied to them. Jaird had the good sense to inherit none of his mother's foibles. He was more like his maternal grandfather, who had been a simple unBelle pretentious laboring man. Newsum did not like to be reminded that until her marriage she had not belonged to one of Covington's first families. But to Laura's relief Jaird had no tendency to false pride. On her way downstairs Laura stopped in for a look at her daughters. Shirley was absent in the bathroom. But Kathleen in scanties and a ridiculous band of silk and lace that passed for a brassiere was just stepping into her dress. It was crisp white net embroidered in red dots, with a long bouffant skirt and tiny puff sleeves and a brief silk slip that stopped just below Kathleen's dimpled knees and had saucy cherry-colored ribbons for-- shoulder straps. Kathleen grinned at her through the mirror. Downstairs Laura found Hulda in full possession of her somewhat limited faculties. The dining room looked quaint and charming. Laura lit the long yellow candles. She loved the play of soft flickering lights on delicate old china and thin slender glasses. The purple irises made a rich tapestry against the satin of fine damask and linen lace. "It's not bad," Laura told herself, thinking again of Shirley and Belle Newsum and of the fact that Hulda must be cautioned about the weak handle on the gravy dish. "If only everything holds together," reflected Laura, "the Newsums can't help believing we are less wormeaten than is generally supposed." At that minute she heard a car draw up at the curb, and her heart quickened. She hadn't seen Tom in almost a month. Although the city was only a couple of hours 'away be and Mary Etta did not come out to Covington a lot. They never had. Mary Etta was not fond of Tom's mother. It was one of those things Laura did her best not to think about It was impossible to contemplate without rancor. And so Laura did not if she could help it indulge in introspection on the subject It was awkward enough for Tom to have his wife full of sore thumbs where his mother was concerned. Laura had no desire to harass him with painful reactions on her part She had seen men pulled to pieces between conflicting loyalties. Laura hurried into the hall and Tom came to meet her. "Hullo, darling," she cried, and thought with a pang that he looked tired and much too thin, although she did not say so. "How are you, Mary Etta?" "Quite well, thank you, Mrs. Maguire." Tom's wife had never called Laura mother nor did she offer her lips. They were very scarlet and as uncompromising as her clever black eyes. Mary Etta too was thin. She looked like a From choice. fashion drawing. And that's exactly how she wanted to look. A bit angular but very smart "I'm so glaJ you all came early," Laura said, and realized she was gushing a criminal offence In Mary cut-gla- ss L' ,''Tj ' ON it. H V 1 Af ' C ' ( j-- V 7 V I& sleets and pUlow cases are embroidered with these lovely flower motifs- - The designs and 1 li YS "You can't be courteous if you, don't feel right" Z -- w THEREwomen pay a i Tlftf)J yS liked me, I was cured of liking them. But I am really in love now, and if I lose Clark I feel that I will never again know happiness in life.-Senses Change in Fiance. "The point is, would Clark have been willing to turn me over to Donny, as it were, if he really loved I TlffllAjCU UJ" . J yt 7x i LS ' fjKnildl V JLtlMlt) J jCr Vp JVIifllN 11 f tg&m.trW I if WAll t Wit rllii JZTj0Z& lAlll VAl TV S f0fi ifBi f tJtTWm HI 'VSJp M9llrU f7t lftJCj?. Q J A ifS L JEANNE HESS, 1 ASHES OF LOVE Promises of marriage made by a high school girl are recalled to her years later by the man she had for-gotten. His efforts to renew their affections and to hold her to her promise threaten to break up her engagement to another man she truly loves. Miss Norris advises the girl what she should do to not only end this affair peacefully, but to assure her happiness in the years to come. price. Perhaps this isn't fair or reasonable, perhaps some day things will be more honestly adjusted, but the fact remains that when a girl makes a misstep in a certain direction there breakdown. I am not a nervous are seventy ways in which ous woman, and had thought for several she can be punished. years that while a good many men is often this punishment Very merely a secret thing In her own soul; a little stain of shame and regret, a constant, sharp sting of humiliation in the knowledge that there is a man somewhere alive in the world, a man other than her husband, who has an intimate knowledge of her sweetness, her kisses, her warm young body, her first young passion. She writhes at the thought that this man may be telling his wife of the early affair, may be hinting it to others. It shakes her pride in herself, her confidence in her own integrity or sense, it takes the bloom from her honeymoon and puts Just a tinge of suspicion into any slight or fancied slight she ever meets from other women. If she gets off with only this much Other discomfort, she is lucky. women have to pay higher. Naomi is one. This is part of Naomi's letter: High School Lovers. "When I was 18 I fell in love with a handsome boy whose character my mother even then analyzed as weak, but who seemed to me the sweetest, dearest fellow in the world. We were lovers in last year High, Donny after graduation taking a two years' course in business school and I going away to college in the West. At first I felt very uneasy as to the wisdom of assuming this relationship, but Donny was earnestly in love, as I was, and we talked continually of marriage. "When I came home for my first Christmas holidays we were as passionately devoted as before, but before midsummer there was a change. My father went into bankruptcy and I got a Job in the library, and Donny's mother, who disliked me, managed to send him away to college. From that moment I heard in his voice and read in bis letters that he was trying to end the affair. He no longer spoke of marriage, and even showed some anxiety to get back one of the few letters In which he had first promised it. What I suffered, nobody but a girl who has experienced this terrible time knows, I hate to think of it even now. Under the circumstances I could not hold him, and for three years we did not see each other. Donny Reappear on Scene. "That was eight years ago. Last year I became engaged to one of the finest men in fact, the very finest man I ever have known. He has a great political future before him and a fine legal practice and we have already selected a home of our own. Our wedding day was set, when Donny turned up last month. Immediately he renewed his attentions to me, protesting that he has always loved me and always His planned for our marriage. mother is dead now and he has a small income and a small salary so that he really is in a position to Etta's eyes. His attitude was so unrea"We left sooner than usual so as marry. sonable and Clark was so puzzled by to try out the new bus," Tom re- it that I had finally to explain everymarked. Clark took it very nicely, thing. "You have a new car?" Laura exsaid that of course It made no difclaimed. "How perfectly elegant!" ference as far es he was concerned, Tom Etta corrected but that I must be the one to choose has," "Mary her. Laura glanced at htm quickly. between them, and make my own But he did not meet her eyes. Prob- decision. ably he was afraid they would re"This has thrown me into such a veal the bitterness which rankled State of agitation and despair that within him. 1 have been close to an actual nerv HO BE COXTlMEn: 1 " J.I 11(4. rhirTX lllVW lilra fho horL OO Wily lilt? When I was 18 I fell in low with a handsome boy whose charofter my mother even then analyzed as weak. We were lovers in last year High. ' By KATHLEEN NORRIS for one sin is Honesty Gains en TOgae3 fau out, honest wSWme by their own. 'q big . n,,es iJ'ul i CopZ -- 9Z$7ilu 7 Y jSyV? 4;,J T" &Sj?s, R oa Ixj MI EwjAl? s0n ft M mm S 111 . I "'aw a I w ' ir-- l Cot. 1M1 br Kellocs Company me? Wouldn't he have said then some in the long run than a great Wit and Sense that nothing that had happened in A small degree of wit, accompa- deal of wit without it. La Rochecould my very young girlhood part nied by good sense, is less tire foucauld. us now? Is a man quite so reasonable when he loves a woman? 11-OUN- CE "Do you feel that there is any Beethical consideration here? cause she once loved a man not wisely but too well should a woman feel herself morally bound to marry him years after their parting if the opportunity occurs? I don't want to marry Donny in fact, I could not. What I feel for him now is not quite so definite as dislike, but I don't HONEY & ALMOND CREAM want to see him or bother with him at all. The thought of marrying size Regular him is actually horrible to me. "On the other hand, I know that limited time only in spite of what he says all this has shocked and chilled Clark. At first I really believe he did not resent it, Defeats Justice Outlook Is Virtue or thought he didn't But since I One's outlook is a part of bis Justice tempered with too much told him I have noticed a change, a Amos Bronson Alcott, mercy becomes injustice. sort of quiet in his manner very unlike his old wild happiness and eagerness. Were Donny to disappear all this would come back, but Donny hangs around, reminding me of old times, of notes I wrote him and places we met, always acting and speaking as if out of derp love for me but knowing, of course, that AND CAMELS THATfc he is driving me wild. Can you give me any suggestions as to the soluTASTE SO GOOD 0000 NEWS tion of a problem that frankly has ABOUT LESS NICOTINE .SO COOL, FLAVORFUL grown too complicated for me?" Good-bto y Both. Say WITH CAMELS IN THE SMOKE The only advice I can give I UKE OF CAMELS. Naomi is to say a definite good-bto both these men for a time. She THAT EXTRA OF SMOKING must dismiss Donny absolutely, reto see him considMILDNESS under any fusing eration whatsoever. Then she must break her engagement with Clark, telling him that if, after a period of perhaps six or eight months, he wants to come back for her, she will make him a true and devoted wife. No other course will bring her peace of mind. Only when she is freed from Donny's attentions, and from the false position in which her engagement to Clark places her, will she feel herself honest again. Then if Clark comes back she can accept him with a clear mlr.d; in the ong THE SMOKE OF CAMELS CONTAINS years of marriage he never can accuse her of deceiving him, because she will have freed him of her own BIG BOTTLE OF Special '1 mi THE SMOKE'S THE THING! y SLOWER-BURNIN- will. It's a very uncomfortable tangle all around; a tangle that a wilful little girl named Naomi might have spared the woman Naomi if she had been more eight years ago. But the probability is that Clark will return after the stipulated period, or much sooner, t'.iat he will not let her youthful weakness rob him of his wife. Only, Naomi will have to tak a certain amount of humiliation and shame with the reconciliation. Not very serious, probably not all but so unnecessary! I wish all girls who read this today would take a look at that country to which they are so steadily moving, the unknown country called Womanhood, and Wifehood. 28 LESS NICOTINE than the average of the 4 other largest-sellin- g cigarettes tested less than any of them according to independent scientific tests of the smoke Itself. MM, |