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Show Thursday, May 21, -- 1942 Jill THE VfS&A I .Sylvia Taylor J'$ BED. B 1 1 1111 9M vr TO MAKE Young Marriage Is Unbalanced Business (BeU THE STORY SO FAR: In love with Miller, her handsome night elub employer, Joan Leland, secretary, refuses to listen to her older sister, Sybil, with whom she shares an apartment, or to Paul Sherman, his manager. Karl tells her they cannot be married for months and sends her on mysterious trips with letters. He shoots his business partner, Eric Strom, In Joan's presence, then tricks her Into putting her finger-print- s on the gun. He then threatens her with a murder charge, unless she remains silent and continues to work for him. . He also admits he Is a German citizen, part of a spy ring and that he has a wife In Germany.. Paul Sherman reveals to Joan he la an FBI agent, r to trap the higher-up- s working In a spy ring and asks her help. She agrees and when Sybil is found missing they suspect she Is being held as a hostage. Later police And her clothes and a suicide note near a bridge. Karl hires a new beautiful girl singer, and Joan Is disgusted with herself when she sees the new girl falling for the same game". She visits Mrs. Murdock, proprietor of the beauty shop where Sybil got Job through Karl's Influence. Now continue with the story. Karl PAGE SEVEN NEPHI. UTAH Kathleen Norris Says: WAmm JA JYt DDS J TIMES-NEW- Syndicate WNU Service.) jar from these and cross stitch triangle backgrounds, tea towels are to be decorated. Four more tea towel motifs and two panhold-er- s (one fruit, one vegetable) complete the set. It's one you will want in your own kitchen, or to make as a gift. Pattern No. Z926Z. 13 cents, brings these U motiip in the new hot iron transfer that can be stamped several times. Send your order to: AUNT Box 166 W under-cove- CHAPTER XII are some new tea towel designs that are truly differ ent. Grapes and jampots, oranges and a Juicer, apples and a fruit I-- ' customer." Joan replied courteously and left feeling that her visit had been a failure. She stopped at a drugstore for sandwich and a cup of co ee. It was all the dinner she would have time for tonight. She was staring Into the broad mirror behind the fountain when she saw Pat Hines. The girl did not reply. "Pat!" Joan said. The girl smiled then and came towards her. "Oh, Miss Leland, I'm glad to see you. I thought I'd have a cup of coffee before I went to the club. I'm too nervous to eat. This Is my first night, you know." As Joan watched Pat sipping her coffee, she had an idea. Perhaps she should have asked Paul first, but there was no time for that, so on the strength of her impulse she said, "Where are you staying?" Pat smiled. "At the Y.W.C.A. I didn't have much money." "How would you like to share my apartment?" "Oh, I'd love to! And," she added childishly, "I'll have plenty of money now. Mr. Miller is paying me fifty dollars a week." "Yes, I know," Joan said, thinking bow furious Karl would be when be found out that his new discovery was living with his secretary. But this arrangement might permit Joan to keep an eye on Patricia. Perhaps she could warn her against becoming too involved with KarL Paul did not make an appearance for two days during which time Pat was installed in Joan's apartment Joan's heart ached to see her in Sybil's place, yet the girl would be a comfort to her. It would take her mind off her own troubles. It was almost one o'clock in the morning when Pat and Joan arrived at the apartment. Karl had driven them from the club. He made no comment upon the arrangement, though Joan could see that he was oot pleased. "Karl," Pat confided later, "is the most wonderful man I've ever met. He's different from other men. There's something about him . . ." "Don't you think he's a little old for you?" Joan asked, remembering that Sybil once had said the same thing to her. "Old?" Pat's delicate eyebrows shot up. "Oh, older men are so much more interesting. Don't you think so?" Joan sighed. What could she do to save this girl? She was sure that Pat Hines bad never sung in night club before. She was not a professional and sooner or later she would find herself involved too deeply to get out When the doorbell rang both girls were in bed. Joan switched on the light and, fastening a robe about her, went into the living room. calling, "Who's there7" It was Paul "Let me in, Joan! Quick." Joan unlocked the door. Paul - stepped in and demanded, "Where is she?" But Pat had already risen and in the bed was standing wide-eye- d room door. When she saw Paul, she ana me gave a little cry, color drained from her face. a little cry, "Paul!' and the Kansas City, Mo. Enclose IS cents for each pattern desired. Pattern No Name Address looked from Paul to Joan. "By the way, wnat are you doing nerer x thought you were in Washington." Paul's face was serious. "I am not working fnr thp ffnvernment anv longer," he said, with a warning glance at Joan. "I am Karl Miller's manager." "Why, Paul O'Malley 1" As Jnan snrl ohanffed Paul elanpps kVia rpnlizprl that Pat must be told something about this strange situation. Paul was speaking nervously. "Listen earefullv. Pat! You know when I worked for the Government. there were a lot of people who had reason to disiiKe me. Pat's hrown eves, so like her brother's, widened, as she asked, "Well7" "So I'm using another name. I am known here as Paul Sherman." Pat shrugged. "You're a fine one to scold me," she said crossly. "Go to bed," Paul ordered. "I want to talk to Joan." Reluctantly Patricia obeyed, closing the bedroom door behind her. Obviously she bad no idea of the havoc her appearance had caused. Paul spoke in a low, distressed voice. "This is a fine mess." "Can't vou make her bo home?' "She wouldn't do it. We O'Mal- leys are like that. Besides, she'd tell Karl and the whole game would hit nn Mv 1ob has to come first This business is more important even than my own sister. Joan put a gentle hand upon his arm. "I know how you feel." she comforted. "But since Pat is living with me, I may be able to protect her." color "I was on my way back to work when I saw him standing in front of a shop with this woman. He was smiling and holding her hand." "Young or old?" Paul asked care lessly. "She was about Karl's age. Rath with black hair. er She wore beautiful furs. Karl was smiling at her . . ." Joan drew in her breath. Mrs. Murdock! When Joan and Paul were driving back tj the club, she asked, "Do you think it means anything? Karl and Mrs. Murdock?" 'There's some connection. I've suspected it for some time. Look at this! He inHiraten1 a rnnv of .the morning paper that lay on the seat beside him. "Mysterious explosion in aviation plant" Joan read. "And there's more to it than that," Paul went on. "I have just learned that the plans for a new bombing plane for the govern ment have been stolen. Last night Karl sent a telegram to a hotel in that same city. He used another nanv. The telegram in itself was innocent enough. Probably in code. I feel sure he's connected with the stolen plans; also this Murdock wom an. The fact that Pat saw them together and that they were so obviously pleased about something might be an indication of It" ' In the' office, Joan watched Karl carefully, but she could learn noth ing from his attitude except that he seemed extraordinarily cheerful. She had noticed that Karl seemed to de light in trying to make her Jealous of Pat. It was surprising "We must pet this business fin ished up quickly before Karl has a chance to pull anything." "Then we won't tell Pat any thine?" "Nol And tomorrow I want you to make it plain that she is not to reveal my identity. She must understand that it is very necessary for me to use another name." Joan was more convinced than ever of Karl's power by the many complications which seemed to be closing in about them. "I'm afraid, Paul! This can't end . . . exceot with more trouble." "You're right, Joan. We've got to be very careful, but I think tne whole thing's going to blow up soon. So he on vour siuard." "Do you know anything?" Joan nleaded. "Can't say yet" Paul said abrupt- how little she cared. Sybil's disappearance had wiped out all romantic illusions. Life was a serious struggle, not a romantic dream. Every minute Sybil's life was in danger. Every move Karl made might prove to be a clue to her sister's whereabouts. Joan worked feverishly through out the evening. When Paul Sherman came in suddenly a few minutes later, she was so startled that she half rose from her chair. He shut the door noiselessly be hind him. "What time will you be ready to leave?" "In about an hour." Her tone matched his own. She knew that something had happened. "I'll be back for you then." He came quite close and said with a grim smile, "Tonight's the night! We're going to raid the beauty, ly. Two weeks passed. Fearful weeks nf watching and waiting for Joan and Paul. Happy weeks for Pat who bloomed under the innuence r,f her romance with Karl Miller. A romance which it seemed impossible to stop. Pat would not usien w anything against KarL She sang his as praises day and night yet so far not Joan could discover Karl had used her services in connection with h mv rim?. And Pat had accepted their explanation about r hera broth- er's identity ana promisea no shop. A y A Enjoy Batter Results whan you us Clabber Girl for quick breads, biscuits and other nourishing foods . . . Enjoy Better Value when you buy Clabber hard-lookin- e e It was five minutes after twelve when Paul returned to Karl's of fice for Joan. She was ready. standing by the door in her bat and coat "Karl has taken Pat dancing," he said. "I followed Mrs. Murdock home, so she's out of the way. We should be able to find out some thing." When he finally parked in an alley near the beauty shop, the street was deserted and no one saw them as they walked swiftly. reveal it even to Karl. "How will we get in?" Joan in an Then one day in as they reached the door, quired "That is simple enough," Paul unexpected clue came. Paul had ar rived at the apartment to arm said, taking a key from his pocket Tnan tn work. Pat had lust risen and opening the door. His flashlight made a path for and was eating her breakfast in uie kitchen. Her brown eyes were cloud them through the front of the shop e ed. She had scarcely spoken to Joan. down the hall to Mrs. Murdock's "Something is wrong with Pat" private office. Paul opened the door Paul looked angry. "What In the Joan confided to Paul. "Maybe you softly. world are you doing here, Pat?" He tapped the walls softly. "There The three of them stood in the liv- can find out what it is. Paul went into the kitchen. "Hel is probably another room opening ing room staring at one another. how's everything?" off this one." His fingers beat a tatJoan switched on the lights, reveal- lo, youngster, trine " Pat said briefly. too against the wood as he moved ing the- strain on each face. "Look here, honey. If something Is slowly around the wall "There it "What is it, Paul?" she asked. troubling you, why not tell me7 no is!" he said, quietly, and even Joan "Pat happens to be my sister." was "Because you can't help me could detect a hollow sound as his name me told her she "But can." ne said she knuckles rapped on the panel. "She cried. Hines!" Joan Joan stood In the doorway re She stood close behind him, aplived in Los Angeles." with pity. Mayce 1 prehensive as his hands silently exPaul laughed shortly. "Her name gardingIf her would trust me." you plored it "There should be a butIs Patricia O'Malley and she's from could, was silent for a moment, then ton here," he said, frowning, ever Pat she How York. New Brooklyn, -- t, hi.rtt nut. "It's Karl!" "Wait here It is." A piece of casgot to California I wouldn't know. him?" Paul about "Karl? What ing slid from its place, revealing a She's seventeen and she has never 4mnnriprf. small Iron switch. At the pressure sung in a night club or anywhere con of Paul's finger .the panel began to "I'm in love with him," Pat else In public in her life." swing aside. Pat took his arm and looked fessed. There were tears in Joan's eyes, Joan gasped as she watched It "Oh Paul, face. his into pleadingly She could not bear the pain in this move, with its strange grating noise. I've always wanted to sing. I wantonly too well It swung around to reveal a small girl's face. She knew was ed to have an exciting life, somesuffering. room enveloped in darkness.' I ran away from what her young heart different! thing "I Pat continued, Paul's flashlight played Into the "Last last night" mother to wrote I home, but woman." another with "There doesn't seem to be him dark. saw was I safe night and told her that Joan smiled with relief, but Paul any light switch In liere . . . Wait a and had a good Job. And now that won t Inquired, "What did she look like? minute! Here's a lamp." you're In San Francisco she and Where were they? (TO BE COSTIMED) She me." paused about worry -x-- I ERE A MARTHA 11 When she saw Paul, she gave "I know you'll excuse me," Mrs. drained from her face. Murdock explained, "but I'm frightfully busy. It was nice of you to come. I hope you'll be a; regular m GirL When a eirl of 18 marries everything is joyous tumult. Presents pour in; a dizzying number of frocks are bought. Grandmother's veil is brought out of the linen chest; a photographer takes pictures of time uei&ey. By KATHLEEN NORRIS girls like the idea marrying young. 17, a normal girl, MOST walking home from high school between two girl chums, feels in her soul that if she could have the excite ment and glory of quietly announcing that she and Peter Baker are going to be married on her graduation day, she wouldn't care much what else happened or didn't happen in all the years to come! "Betsey engaged!" gasp the aunts. "Why, mercy on us, how old is the child!" "I'll be 18 in June," Betsey re minds them demurely. But inside her nothing is demure. Everything is joyous tumult Pride, thrill expectation, love of the nice boy who loves her so madly, all these keep Betsey's spirits at high level during her last weeks as a girl. Other things contribute. Presents pour in; dizzying numbers of frocks are bought; parties are given. There is an adorable little apartment to furnish; there is a sparkling ring; Grandmother's wedding veil is brought out of the linen chest; a photographer comes to take pictures behind the of little Betsey half-hi- d folds of it The Miracle of Marriage. In all of this Peter's image becomes somewhat fogged In Betsey's mind. He is there, of course, loving and happy, but he is really much less important, in the eyes of an girl, than the fit of her wedding gown. Betsey In all her life has never been lonely. Ignored, doubtful, hungry for friendship. By no possibility can she value Peter's affection rightly, or estimate this miracle that is marriage at its true worth. No, it is all fun, for her. Betsey has smart little calling cards with "Mrs. Peter Arnold Baker" engraved upon them, at 18. But at 19, at 20, the glow begins to pale. It Isn't that she doesn't love Peter and dear little ridicu lous Patsy,- but Betsey isn't the center of attention any more. The other girls, who looked on impressed and perhaps a little envious, two years ago, are in the full swing of life's happiest days now. Betsey is missing all of this; she Is married. Peter has changed from the carefree sweetheart of a few years ago; he has a wife and baby to support now, "I was married at 18," Betsey can still say proudly. But It doesn't seem to matter any more. She is beginning dimly to perceive that the very young wife has an obligation that sits badly on young shoulders. Hers Must Walt. Janet is 36 now; she married at 18 and has two daughters of 16 and 13. Her husband had two girls by his first marriage also; they are now in their early twenties, going out a good deal, and never so happy as when their handsome father shares their social engagements. He gives them dances at the country club, little downtown dinners, and now that Emily, the oldest is engaged to an army captain, the house Is in a flurry of wedding preparations. "From the moment I married Emmet" Janet writes aggrlevedly, "everyone seemed to regard me as a settled old woman. I am not old, even now, but with two great girls at the awkward ages I am not Included In any young parties. Emmet wants Emily and Isabel to have everything; I thought when w were OLD AT SHE KNOWS 20 You can't expect, twenty years from now, to recapture the youth you lost by marrying at 17 or 18. If you try, you will probably become one i r . nil , JusrYOUR of those pathetic middle-age- d women who refuse stubbornly to grow old gracefully, thereby losing not only the joy of youth but the charm and peace of the later years. Not all such marriages turn out badly. But more often than not, when the novelty and glamour wears thin and mar riage becomes tne serious business it really is, the bride of less than 20 years begins to realize that she is no longer girl. She is, at 20, already too old for her age. married, that I would have the managing of his house and his children, but from the first Emmet's sister who lived next door, practically ran our house, and the girls were in DISfl-LASTINGL- Y ilWift school. "When they came Emmet was so delighted to have two young lady daughters to spoil that I was re- duced to a working housekeeper's position, and anything my own girls wanted had to wait until their had had a chance at the social whirl, a chance to go the right places and meet the right men. "Just to give you an idea: Isabel, when she leaves the house, will call up to me. Two extra for dinner, Janet!' Emily borrowed a fur coat my aunt left me, 'just for this once' and has been wearing it all winter. When I spoke to Emmet about it and said I had intended to cut it into muffs for Jane and Diana, my own girls, he laughed and said that long before they were ready for muffs the coat would be moth-eate- n anyway. Inconsiderate Demands. "I feel as if I had thrown away my life; no girlhood, really, no of dancing and good times, maternal problems with the children of a man more than twice my age when I was only 18. and now nothing but slavery In a family of six, with constant problems of company, meals, parties, late hours, and the inconsiderate demands of two spoiled girls. Except for occasional help by the hour, my girls, and I do all the work. "Just now," the letter concludes, "Emmet Is asking me to put a mortgage on our own home so that he can make the down payment on a home for Emily and Martin." Well, little-gimarriages don't always mean total eclipse. But they almost always present problems that can be solved only by the sudden and painful growing up of the little girL She doesn't long hold the proud position of a young queen, adored by her older husband, and hardly older, herself, than those children she is mothering so charm ingly. For a few months or a year she does bustle about identified in e of the shops as that pretty Doctor Brown; for a few years she talks with precocious wisdom, like a grave little girl playing mamma. about what she and Harry mean to do for Toddy and Nancy. But very shortly she learns that even Titania, when she marries, has to keep a house comfortable and a cook pacified, that Toddy is an un pleasantly spoiled little boy who runs to his grandmother with all his trou bles and makes a partisan of his father, and that Nancy doesn't like never witL j her and half-siste- young-ladyhoo- rs 77 I . yl TRY THEM WITH FRUIT FOR AN EXTRA TASTE THRILL! jCw, IMI kr KribcsCmmar wipwp'jiMgisi ip iiwup'ii"i ii .in- -, ii. nwwq. n ml im j i ..uuw.ifj d rl girl-wif- With men in the Army, Navy, Marines, and the Coast Guard, the favorite cigarette is Camel. (Based on actual sales records in Post Exchanges, Sales Commissaries, Ship's Service Stores, Ship's Stores, and Canteens.) 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