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Show THURSDAY, JUNE 18, 1942 THE NEPHL UTAH TIMES-NEW- ismm. J PAGE SEVEN" In Obedience yNEW IDEAS By RUTH WYETH The body of all true religion con sists, to be sure, in obedience to the will of the Sovereign of the world. in a confidence in His declarations, and in imitation of His perfections. Burke. SPEARS Sylvia Taylor THE STORY SO FAR: Joan t secretary. In love with handsome Karl Miller, night club owner, li horrified and disillusioned, when he shoots his business partner, Erie Strom, and threatens to implicate her unless she continues her work and remains silent. Be confesses he has a wife In Germany and Is part of a Nazi spy rinr. Paul Sherman, his manager, reveals to Joan that be really Is Paul O'Malley, an FBI higher-up- s agent, trying to trap the and Joan agrees to help him. Joan's sister, Sybil, is missing and Paul believes Karl is holding her at a hostage. Pat Bines, a new singer for Karl, Is really Paul'i young sister, Patricia, and she Innocently betrays Paul's to who Karl, Identity captures Paul and Joan as they discover Incriminating evidence. Be spirits them away on a boat and they find they are In love. A submarine appears to pick up bomber plans stolen by Karl. Thomas, a Um of Karl's, slips a gun to Joan, who shoots Karl as he is about to shoot Paul. Then Paul sends Thomas to recover the evidence from the ship's safe. They escape in a lifeboat. Now continue with the story. ! of Broadway THE Bennetts Hollywood Richard and his daughters, Constance, have Joan and Barbara never appeared together on either stage or screen. But thanks to Joan's sense of humor they'll do it vicariously spy-rin- g run-awa- y . CHAPTER XVI Paul looked from Joan to Thomas. "Now listen, both of you. This may be something of a shock but Karl was not dead. He had a nasty wound but he's probably still very much alive." Thomas looked terror-stricke"Then he'll find us." "We were allowed to escape from that ship for a purpose. We will doubtless be picked up by other members of the ring as soon as we land. We're off the coast of Mexico now. About Mazatlan, if my calculations are correct." And less than an hour later they were picked up by a fishing boat and landed at a Mazatlan hotel. The hotel proved to be old and magnificent, with beautiful tiled d floors and ceilings and ramps instead of stairways. It appeared practically deserted except for the yawning clerk who assigned them to rooms. Joan was surprised that Paul poke Spanish. "Is there anything you can't do?" she asked. "I specialized in languages in college and it comes in handy with my Job. I never know where I'll be next." Joan felt better after a hot bath. Joan enjoyed her first taste of papaya and the oversized cups of coffee served with hot milk and huge lumps of unrefined sugar. "No wonder everyone seems so lazy. Nothing to do but eat and sleep and breathe this heavenly air." Thomas looked up in disgust "Sometimes I think you two are nuts. You sit there and wait for Karl's gang to come after you as If the whole thing is a joke. I don't get it. Why don't we get out of here right now while we still have a chance?" "If you tried it, you'd find out how much chance you have." "Where are they then?" Thomas demanded. "Don't be Impatient They'll be with us soon enough." But when Thomas had gone back to his room and Joan and Paul walked in the tropical garden patio of the hotel, she said seriously, "Thomas is right Paul. Why don't we leave before it's too late?" "This is the end of the trail, honey. Even If they let us get away, which they won't what would we have gained? Their next move will lead to the heart of this affair. It's what I've been waiting for all these months." They strolled through the garden where every variety of tropical fruit and flower was exhibited by nature's lavish hand. "It's so beautiful and so peaceful," Joan whispered. Paul held her hand tightly. "Be patient dear. Just a little while longer and everything will be cleared up, and when we're married I promise you I'll take vacation and there won't be a single mystery to solve." "Darling, I cjon't care where we go just so we aren't being followed, or," she added laughing, "following someone else." "Not a single person," Paul promised, "I'll guarantee to be under foot every hour. You'll probably be tired it seeing me around so much." in Columbia's "The Wife Takes a Flyer." An old family picture album figures prominently in the script. With the consent of the director, Richard Wallace, Joan filled it with the oldest and funniest photographs of her fattier and sisters that she could find and the glamorous Bennetts will appear as a group of sturdy Dutch country folk. Joan's the only one to appear personally; she with Franchot Tone. co-sta-rs Someone was tapping gently there? OU- - at her sat door. She up in bed. "Who's ULIIIUUUIU. you to leave alone. Believe me, it wouldn't work." Thomas sighed. "Okay, if you say so . . . Bartenderl" he yelled, "bring me another bottle of beer." The bartender shook his head, muttered, "Si, senor," and hurried over with the beer. But at the sight of Joan he paused. "You are Miss Joan Leland? Yes?" "Why?" Paul asked flatly. The bartender broke into Spanish. There was a torrent of words and gestures. "What does he say?" Joan asked. "It seems there was a man looking for you here. An American. He gave him ten pesos to get some information about you. He doesn't know what his name was though." "Karl?" "Not a chance. Karl wouldn't be apt to row all the way to shore. And the ship isn't in sight I've been watching to see." "But who in the world could it have been?" The bartender, feet on the bar, had returned to his siesta. "What a country I " Thomas muttered. "If someone wanted Joan, why didn't they telephone the hotel? We're all registered under our own names." Paul laughed. "This is what is known as the subtle approach." "Paul! Be serious!" Joan insisted. "Okay," Paul said, leaning forward and surveying her with his kind brown eyes. "It's probably one of Karl's men. They want to get the idea across that they're around, and this is their way of doing it They may want to make further contact with you. I don't know. They're probably picking on you instead of me as a gentle warning that if anything goes wrong, you'll be the one to pay for it However, that's looking at it in the worst possible light." He took her hand. "Don't worry, honey. I'll do all I can." "Maybe Karl has some Mexicans working for him," Thomas suggested. "I don't think so. Besides, this man spoke English, and if he had been able to speak Spanish he certainly would have done so, because the bartender was barely able to understand him." "So now we start waiting all over again?" Thomas asked. "That's about it." She shivered. "Let's go," she urged. They visited the cathedral, the park, and finally took in a movie. They walked leisurely back to the hotel. Dinner was never served until nine o'clock. As they turned on to the long avendia which bordered the sea, one of the few automobiles they had seen turned the corner sharply. "That man!" Joan cried. "I have the strangest feeling I know himl I couldn't see him very well, but I'm sure of it" "Maybe it's the man who was trying to get in touch with you," Thomas said. "Maybe it's one of Karl's men that you used to see around the club in San Francisco." During the next three days Joan's "That could easily be possible," fortitude began to waver. She un- Paul said. derstood Paul's devotion to duty, but "But I don't connect him with in her heart she longed to escape, to anyone at the club," Joan said puzgo home, to be married, to give up zled. "It gives me the queerest the chase which seemed to grow feeling." more dangerous and futile all the She was still worrying about it time. after dinner when Thomas an"I don't know why I'm sticking nounced that he was going W "do round here," Thomas complained the town." as the three of them sat in the de"Watch your step," Paul advised. serted hotel bar watching the shafts "Don't get absent-minde- d and try cf sunshine fall through grilled Iron to escape." windows. "Don't worry about it Mr. O'Mal"You're staying because you're ley! You've got me buffaloed. I'll afraid to leave," Paul said, "and stick around and watch the fireworks." you're smart enough to realize it" Thomas stared at him. "This Joan retired early but she lay r He awake in the huge bed place is driving me crazy." looked around the empty bar In dis-fuwondering about the man she had The bartender dozed. The seen. Who was he? Why couldn't warm sweet air was heavy and she place him? The roar of the sea and sweet night air filled the languorous. "Where is everybody?" room. Moonbeams flitted across the "Didn't you ever hear of a stone floor like shimmering mist esta?" Paul Inquired. "I've heard of it" Thomas said, She looked uneasily towards the door. She bad locked and "But people who have Karl Miller's wind. gang after them aren't apt to waste bolted it but it rattled In the when a She was almost asleep time taking siestas. Someone was "Nothing doing. I'm sorry you sound disturbedather. her door. She sat two have to stay but it isn't safe for tapping gently high-beame- , four-poste- st By VIRGINIA VALE Released by Western Newspaper Union. up in bed. manded. "Who's there?" she . de- No one replied. Shf drew on the colorful Mexican robe and slippers she had bought and tiptoed to the door. "Who's there?" she repeated. Thomas' voice came to her. "It's me, miss. I've something to tell you." Quickly she unbolted the door and snapped on the light "What's the trouble?" she asked, annoyed. "Why don't you tell Mr. O'Malley whatever it is?" "I can't," Thomas whispered, looking over his shoulder. "I've found a way to get out of here." Joan eyed him coldly. "Have you been drinking?" "Only a few," Thomas insisted. "Listen, Miss Leland, I met a man tonight who will take us back to the States. He's an American and he's flying back home tomorrow. He has his own plane and when I told him we were stranded "You shouldn't have done that!" "Maybe not but I'm scared. Miss Leland. This guy is okay so I took a chance. He was swell about it Said he'd be glad to help us. I told him I thought you'd be willing to go too and he wants to see you. He's downstairs right now." "Paul will never consent to leave," Joan said slowly, "and I can't leave him. I don't blame you, Thomas, but you know Mr. O'Malley said it wasn't safe. However, if you want to go, I suppose it's all right." "Now look. Miss Leland," Thomas begged. "At least go down and talk to this man. He's waiting for you. After all, he's been pretty decent about this whole thing. If you don't see him, he'll think there's something phony about it and he won't even take me." Joan considered for a minute. "All right for your sake I'll see him. But I'm not going to leave. No one can persuade rne." "Okay," Thomas said hurriedly. "Just back me up on my story. That's all I ask." He departed and Joan dressed quickly, thinking how strange it was that now that she had a chance to escape she could not take It It was impossible to consider leaving Paul. Even so, she could not blame Thomas. And if corroborating his story would help, she would be glad to do it After all, he had given them all the aid possible on the ship. She walked down the stone ramp to the dimly lit lobby. A man was man who was at waiting for her, once familiar to her. It was the same man she had glimpsed in the car that afternoon from the street "Mr. Mulford!" she cried in surprise as she realized that it was in truth her former employer who now rose smilingly to greet her. "Joan! This is a surprise!" Arthur Mulford said. "It is to me," she admitted. "I heard you were here. I even went so far as to ask the bartender for information about y.ou, but I didn't connect you with Thomas." "Possible. Now tell me, what is this aU about?" They both sat down in the deep leather chairs. "I suppose Thomas has explained the situation?" Thomas was standing on the veranda smoking a cigarette, apparently preferring to let Joan do the talking. "Yes," Mulford said with concern. "He tells me you are in danger of being recaptured by some gang. I must say it sounded a little fan- Edmund O'Brien has left RKO Radio, where he's been for the last two years. Universal has bought his contract, and assigned him to the role opposite Deanna Durbin in "Forever Yours." He'll play an American volunteer flier with the Chinese army. "It's the truth," Joan said grave- ly. "After you discharged me I went to work at a night club, the Club Elite, owned by a Karl Miller. I learned later that he is head of spy ring in this country. I also met Paul O'Malley. of the FBI, who Is trying to get evidence against Karl. "And why don't you leave Mazatlan?" Mulford inquired. "Paul, that Is, Mr. O'Malley, la still trying to run down the rest of the gang. And he believes they are keeping tabs on us. He is determined not to give up." "Thomas seems quite willing to leave." "Yes. He wotCtd for Karl In return for Karl's promise to save his Nazi concentration wife frrm camp," Joan said bitterly. (XO BE CONTINUED i Result count, but so does Vv5s & cos ' ' avo wne" you buy Clabber Girl; savo by using no more Clabber Girl than your favorite recipe directs. 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He wrote Director Alexander Hall asking that the scene be deleted, but it's part of the plot 7-r A tramp, coming down a country road in England, stopped a moment in meditation before a sign on which was written: "George and the Dragon." He then entered the tavern to which the sign was affixed and asked for the landlady. "Noble lady," he began, "have you a meal and some old clothes to spare for a poor, hungry man?" "Not for the likes of you. Now go I" she said sternly. Then, seeing he desired to get another word with her, "Well?" "Then please, ma'am, could I speak to George!" " ' AMERICA'S FAVORITE T CEREALI Get several packages today and enjoy the i SELF -- STARTER breakfast A big bowlful of Kellogg's Corn Flakes with some fruit and lots of milk. VITAMINS1 PROTEINS! MINERALS! FOOD ENERGY! - . Cecil B. DeMille, when he assembled, edited and produced "Land of Liberty" for the movie Industry, reserved the right to designate one war charity to receive 15,000 of the receipts. He recently gave it to the Queen Wilhelmina Fond for Dutch war relief. Appropriate, as he's a descendant of a family that emigrated from Holland in 1658. t: -- iTsr s Tr --met , ? In broadcast parlance, a shot in the arm is any new situation devised by a script writer to put new life into a serial. "Valiant Lady" got one recently, but it happened also to be a shot in the heart; Joan Blaine, widowed one week, met young millionaire the next! nssr Dorothy Lamour is going back to when she begins work in "Galveston," a spectacular production which will have Its climax in the Galveston flood. Two of her films, "Beyond the Blue Horizon" and "Road to Morocco," with Hope and Crosby, await release. 1900 Success story: viirtfMfiistfliia TbupUm Five years ago Here's a bathtub scene that not even DeMille ever thought of. It's In "Cairo." Jeanette MacDonald takes a bubble bath, Ethel Waters is her maid, and they sing "Figaro" from the "Barber of Seville" Miss Waters jiving. 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She made good an the stage and en the screen and when she appeared 'recently on the CBS Playhouse In his version of "Bachelor Mother" her check was for $3,000. rm In the mind. It's fought with a will to with a belief in a cause worth ITS fought It's fought dying for. Thtt will, that belief, is known as moral. Our enemies have had years of indoctrination. They hive been conditioned to believe themselves part of a "new order" to which the contribution of their lives is small but They believe themselves cogs in a vast machine. ... Our soldiers do not fight that way because they do not live that way. Theirs is the belief in the sanctity of the individual To maintain their morale In the American way, the USO has devoted all its time and energy since practically the beginning of conscription. It has done this by staffing and maintaining club bouses near all training camps and in our outlying possessions from Alaska to the Caribbean. Today its work is far greater than ever. Its need for funds to carry on more than doubled. Ttt USO nttds jour help mor than tvtr itfort! High government and military officials including General MacArthur have praised the work done by the USO and recognized its importance in the wax efTort But it needs recognition from you recognition in the way of dollars and cents. For the six national agencies which comprise the USO are publicly sup. ported. Now above all times, to make your dollars count, give to the USO! Send your contribution to your local USO Committee or to National Headquarters, USO, Empire State Building, New York, N. Y. Give to the USO |