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Show BEAVER PRESS - i CHILDROYOF.'. EVIL' help being happy. I suppose . . . well, I suppose I've Just discovered what fun it is to be alive. And I enjoy posing for you, too." "I see." Dryly. "You merely responded to the summons of Art You left your home in Beverly to uplift the rotogravure sections of newspapers." Miss Maynard's eyes had a gentle, faraway look. "Listen, Child, keep what you've got Make the most of it Of this natural beauty, There of your youth, of Barney I go, talking like a silly, sentimental old maid . . ." Miss Maynard turned away. Her voice was impersonal again, professional. "I'm gelng to take two or three shots by that live oak yonder. Better get your clothes off." Easily, naturally without embarrassment or false modesty the girl removed dress and slip and shoes and stockings. She stood forth in the dawn, firm and young and beautiful; her youthful figure touched by the first rays of the sun. She said, "You're sure my face will never show in these pictures, Miss May Mr. But-,e- ! Remembrance came to out figure his long he eased fJe.bedhome Big Moccasin more than Swamp was considerably contained five It humble. so ever COHEN save OCTAVUS rooms and was weatherproof clement was WNU SERVICE ROY COHEN O OCTAVUS when the weather table On the dogtrot stood a rickety was corner the In and five chairs. with a riot of color; thousands more CHAPTER I visa washtub which was used by rare 1 had been planted. The work had woman on such colored iting The morning was pleasantly cool been done artistically, so that there decided occasions as Mr. Butler vistas of blosand the bed wai comfortable so that were breath-takin- g needed cleansing. wardrobe his that when the first knock sounded on the soms. There were gardens which near the Two pigs snored happily oak panels of the door Kay Forrest were formal nd some which were on roosted chickens back steps and burrowed more deeply into the pil informal. All were astonishingly, unmourn-fu- l and the chairs. An underfed to lows, pressed her young body closer believably, beautiful. hound dog slouched forward and the mattress sleepily And years ago the first tourists, against tail wagging greet his master, tried to ignore the summons. returning from winter vacations in . warily. For a brief ecstatic moment the Florida, had discovered these places of early morning, dim the light In a Into off deep which southerners had taken for again girl dropped borders Mr Butler could see the sleep, but this time the knock at granted. The fame of the various scrag-el- y the see could He estate. his of the door was more insistent and a Gardens spread and became nanot planted; as yet cotton patch, woman's voice came to her, de- tional, then international. Good would- -if and the brief field which termined but carefully subdued so roads were built so that the Gardens to around to get he happened that the other members of the could be visited comfortably, railthe coming corn during household would not be disturbed. It roads inaugurated excursions dursummer. There was the truck patch, was Mies Maynard's voice, and ing the season of greatest floral perinclined to too, wherein Jeff was somehow, perfectly modulated as it fection. Old families responded to and turnips and potaraise greens was, one 'could not hear that voice the sudden popularity of their nard?" the truck patch, and beyond toes, and believe that Miss Maynard ever places by cultivating them with "Don't be absurd. I'm using you through an opening in the pines, he failed of having her way. This time greater care and expertness, and as was part of the background. could see Willow Creek which she said, "Five o'clock, Kay." by charging admission fees to strantributary to the an undignified Kay Forrest threw off the sheet gers. She walked with the girl to the Catbill River. which covered her. She called to And it was this custom which had ancient oak. She posed Kay and "We sho' said again. Ross Clem the unseen person, "All right. Miss given one woman a vision beyond Butler Mr. and better hurry, Jeff," Maynard, I'll be right down." She any other vision which the South direction, a in off southerly swung walked across the room in her bare had known. To Ruth Hamilton had the his long strides compelling half-trfeet, poured water from an ancient come the idea of snatching from smaller man to drop into a china pitcher into an equally an- the gray waste of the swamp a few in order to keep pace, so that cient wash-bowdipped her hands hundred acres, and of creating Clem said complainingly, "Well, in the crystal fluid, splashed water beauty where there had been only there ain't that much hurry." plentifully on her face, laved slender grim ugliness. The work had been throat and soft, white shoulders; long and arduous, but this spring "You reckon Kay Forrest will be there?" he inquired anxiously. shivered, and finally succeeded in Cathedral Gardens had become a eyes. new shrine. opening wide her sleep-lade- n Jeff cast a weatherwise eye skyShe sat on a chair a dignified old ward. "She's sho' to be." Today, as on every other day, Kay chair upholstered in red and drew Forrest could not believe that this "How come you know?" silk stockings over firm young legs. had been like the rest of " 'Cause the sun'll be out in a few recently She slipped her feet into shoes ridic- Little Moccasin and Swamp: minutes. dreary Kay an' that female ulously small. Then she walked to menacing. The underbrush had pitcher-take- r always go out right the window and for just a few mo- been cleared away; the water was sun-ufound out about them I after ments stood looking down upon the unblemished by drift. And here and accidental one mawnin' when I got haze which hung over the Gardens. there through the vaulted arches to work too early." Cathedral Gardens at dawn! Gray she could see islands, ablaze with Clem's weak eyes blinked. "But shot through with crimson and yel Indian azalea. Each tiny island was Kay she don't really take off all low and the delicate white of young a living flame of color; rich red and her clothes, does she?" blossoms. Cypress trees with brown- pink and magenta. There were no You'll see." ish gray trunks rising from lagoons leaxes to be seen; merely a welter "S'posin the folks in Beverly was of onyx. Overhead a canopy of gray of color splotching the to know about it?" of cypress and moss and waSpanish moss casting deep shadows. Jeff whistled. "They'd be hell to It was very black there under the ter. In this hushed hour the place sho nuff." pay, black as cypress trees; midnight, was unearthly, and to have con"Ain't you truthin," endorsed save where here and there the girl's versed would have seemed sacriClem. keen young eyes could discern a lege. So Miss Maynard did not Jeff Butler could not long remain splash of brilliance; the brilliance speak until they approached an issilent He said, "Beauregard County of flowers. land near the edge of the Gardens, was a quiet, place beBeyond the Gardens lay the grim an island larger than the rest, an down from come Hamilton Ruth fore waste which was called Little Moc- island rising from the water and New Yawk an' had them Gardens casin Swamp; ugly and forbidding. rioting with color. Then Miss May"Don't you git up we ain't builded." Yet from that waste these Gardens nard said, "We'll stop here." to see nothin'." goln' "Sho" was." had been claimed Gardens of such The bateau nosed into the bank, "I never figured out what got into at the that the Miss and girl exquisite beauty Maynard stepped out, car- draped her with chiffon. She said, her . . . doin a lot of work pretty-i- n upstairs window forgot that she had rying her photographic equipment "I'd like to be young again, Kay up a swamp." been sleepy, forgot that her whole The older woman was quietly eff- and have your figure." nineteen years of life had been spent icient She critically surveyed the "Money 1" sneered Jeff. "She She the lens of her craved to make money." Then his within six miles of this spot, forgot spot she had chosen, scrutinized the camerapeered through and said, "Perfect. I'll get with interest. "It cost save here Nature that lighted eyes the everything light sifting through gray moss; two or three good shots here. Then a whole slew of cash to lit her and man had collaborated to pro- expertly appraising camera angles some near that big azalea we'll duce a place of such exquisite beau- and backgrounds; observing the rich bush. try goin', but she's makin' plenty Over yonder by the black things alnew was now." it and that of azalea and always magnificence ty bushes, smiled: she gum." Suddenly, "Mmm-hmm- ! Must be th'ee hun-d'e- d ways overwhelming. noting with approval a great live "You're an interesting person, Kay in tourists Then he Reluctantly, Kay moved away oak rising majestically from the Forrest You're Beverly." as free and nat- added from the window. A minute later, middle of the island. She said, "This ural virtuously, "Tha's what the town an' sendin' our young clad in a simple dress of light will do, Kay. Come along." And the young girl answered, "I folks blue, she tiptoed into the hallway Kay Forrest helped. She offered straight to hell." and down the steps. Miss Christine no comment, but watched Miss May- don't feel embarrassed, Miss MayJeff was in thorough agreement nard. Out here this way . . .." She He even elaborated upon the theme. Maynard was waiting in the dining-roo- nard as the camera was set up at a Miss Maynard said, "The proper vantage spot And while groped for words. "It sort of seems He said, "I knowed Ruth Hamilton coffee's ready, Kay. And we'll have Miss Maynard was experimenting the right thing." when she was knee-higto a drop "It is," said Miss Maynard. And of rain. Purty kid, and it never with camera and tripod and lens, to hurry." Kay glanced at her companion Kay Forrest walked to the water's then, almost curtly, "Take your s'prised me when she married that Miss edge and stared into the infinite pose now. That's right Hold it . . ." rich feller from New Yawk." over the rim of her coffee-cup- . Maynard now . . , well, she wasn't beauty. "He died, didn't he?" She didn't hear Miss Maynard appretty. Somehow, you had to think "Sho' did. Left her with them two Mr. Jefferson Butler was sleeping, of her as efficient Just that. Thirty-eigproach, and she was startled by the his bony, elongated figure covered children. Folks tell that they was and Miss Maynard admitted touch of Miss Maynard's hand on Informally by a patchwork quilt rich but the depression ruint them. it honestly and somewhat defiantly her shoulder. which made no pretensions to clean- So she come back to Beverly an' Miss Maynard said, "It gets you, liness. immaculately tailored even at this put her money into fixin up them absurdly young hour; black hair doesn't it, Kay?" bed had been a thing of Gardens. That was all the property Jeff's meticulously arranged, light tweed The girl smiled. "Always." beauty in the days of its youth or her ol man left her." suit seeming as though Just to have "You're a peculiar little thing . . ." so Jeff considered. Clem said. "Tchk! Tchk!" It had been escaped from the pressing iron, "Because I love this?" white then: white enamel, and there "They're kind of nice," Jeff adbrown eyes cool and observing, You were raised in were curlicues of iron at the head mitted grudgingly, "but folks here-- , "Perhaps. voice sharp but kindly. That was County. You've known and foot, and four brass balls mark- abouts ain't aimin to stand 'em for Christine Maynard of New York: Beauregard these swamps all your life " Three of these long. You know . . ." He dropped ing the corners. Christine Maynard, spinster, who brass decorations had not as "But are now. long since dis- his voice confidentially: "There's Oh! they was by profession an art photograand the white I enamel had some awful seems reckon it albut appeared, goin' on in I've crazy, pher and by nature a thwarted ways wondered why so bedbeen Dancin' Beverly the iron an' all that ev'y chipped night else somebody mother. Christine Maynard who was didn't understand how lovely the stead now was a mass of ugly black such as that" weeks GarCathedral at spending "It's the work of the Devil," conscabs. dens making photographic studies. swamp could be." fided Clem. Then, somewhat anx"And now Jeff someone tossed has." Miss grumbled, grunted, They were utterly different, these "You reckon Kay Forrest two: Kay, Just half Miss Maynard's Maynard's eyes twinkled. "I don't and finally opened weak gray eyes iously, is a of really goin to take off ev'y stitch world in Hamilton has Framed the suppose upon Barney anygray. age, possessing a buoyancy and of clothes?" freshness and vivid beauty which thing to do with this Joy of yours, window was the mustached counteJeff said, "Sssssssh! Yonder she nance of Mr. Clem Ross, a man Miss Maynard lacked and envied. has he?" is on that island." at corcrinkled diminutive of of the stature and intelliKay's eyes But then Kay envied the older womThey threw themselves fiat and an her poise, her certainty, her as- ners. "Barney's pretty swell I like gence. Beyond Clem's face was a brief vista of Big Moccasin Swamp: crawled under and between azalea sured sophistication. And between being teased about him." "You should. He's rather gone a miasmatic blanket hovering over bushes. And they peered out at the them there was this in common: little island where Miss Maynard It, chilling the air and rendering that beauty, such beauty as lay off the deep end about you." Jeff's more than "Really?" patchwork "'s posing Kay and rearranging quilt just beyond the door, overpowered "What do you think?" her chiffon drapes. seductive. Clem usually look spoke that could at each they them; scared to say." Kay touched again, his beady eyes eager, "It's Clem inhaled sharply. "She sho" other with the certain knowledge the"I'm of the older woman. "What'most daylight, Jeff. Don't you git is purty." that another pair of eyes was seeing everhand it is, Miss Maynard, I can't up we ain't goin' to see nothin'." what theirs was seeing, that another (TO DE COTIMED) was it into the brain translating same emotional reaction. They walked from the house to the edge of what had once been part of the swamp; Kay Forrest helping Miss Maynard with her bulky photographic equipment This was stowed in half of the middle bateau which seat of a ' mTL i was hitched informally to an oak : x. post with a bit of thin rope. Miss Maynard sat with her camera on this seat and relaxed, after a fash? I ion, against the high back. Dating back before Kay's birth, Octavu Roy Cohen, author of this unusual serial, has written the South had been blessed with several novels of contemporary Southern life, notable spots of beauty so outstanding as to which are "Scarlet Woman," "Transient Lady" an.l among place them on a plane above mere "With loveliness. There was the famous oi uicrgy. ocnrui of Trail and Azalea certain Mobile, Het of all, in the opinion of outstanding critics, is "Child of Evil," an places in the coastal country of intend human document of the warm Southland. Romance, South Carolina and Georgia where mystery, su.penc action ail make the serial is that "Child of Evil." Nature had concentrated its genup exciting erosity. And these spots came to t,,e r,a;;,on v,lin? periodical,. ici11(Iin be known as Gardens, though some fr,hjs Knl Hook, Saturday Evening Post. Oetavm Roy Cohen of them extended for miles and is one of America s best known and most popular writers. His "Child of I'v'l" some were reckoned in acres. demonstrates why that popularity is so well desrrved. In most instances. Nature had be gun the work by providing a luxury of bloom and color more intense than average. Then man had de velt.prcl and organized this beauty Whce titoirii'eds of Linhes blazed By 0 Still in ... oduce ot l, 'wmmmk gray-and-bla- sub-tropic- - n,,,, QPli SpendingMoneylsntAll ... , wfai.", I H8 Lead Delay Brings New PHOTOGraPh, 1I Alec a Top Nbtcher o'yoorchot it's happened WELL, and 1 The c at aft Aps By Virginia Vale I I -t- pyaa ts of a "B," or turned fiougn picture has pade i OPPORTUNITY a lot better than be to out Modern Meat Mark. u A"-- ?r 7Lw picture on Storage S Sv.t.n. many an the and 1" located shoots agrtaSS' studio thriving the tSM g which town. 150 (Mt someto $12,500 Install UnV lL works. Every so often fe contr bit real estate. an intelligent does stil body Ow2r ?$ne, Salem. Oreon. UL of work with a "B," and it draws audiences like a magWell Mannered take To have faithfuiw ....j. net, and people who canthem tt honorable arts. --Bn. the movies or leave ""reus IBM low-budg- et, 1 X 1 usually leave them alone alone-a- nd -e- xclaim that, if all movies were fre- as good as this one. they'd go quently. The picture in question is "Five Came Back," an RKO product, by Robert Sisk. It's probably so Mr. Sisk's fault that the picture is be must credit due good, though who directed given to John Farrow, and excelto script the good and it, lent cast For Mr. Sisk had ideas about more pictures. He thinks that it is and a to story good have important a group of actors whd really can act than it is to spend lots of money on a picture, achieving speotacular effects. If you remember "The Informer" and "A Man to Remember," for which he was responsible, you'll see what he means. He didn't have stars for "Five Who Came Back" the budget wouldn't allow it. So instead he engaged Joseph Calleia, Lucille Ball, Wendy Barrie, C. Aubrey The Smith and Chester Morris. plot, dealing with the forced landing of an air liner in a jungle and the effect on the passengers, wasn't new but it has been well handled, and the dialogue is exceptionally ners and keeps hi them .'if.; kill all fues pro-duc- Kilter UlriwiVfl' Guaranteed, enmii". " rrv..'Li-- By Deeds An upright minister minister, who. C. C. p right and t.j&r asStitca asks a man; recommends a fy eJ Coltot itions t By burning 25 sower of th 1? the average of the them-CAM- w ' e of itions a: air;! 4 as p slower than ELS J J largest-sellin- g tested for tin lake a I patch' J riv v ; dding i ,E:one. ers the equivalent of i sesured t xsks, SEi jrior; ai giibroide f Orders Sfl is en mav also good. You may recall that "Northwest Passage" ran into difficulties last fpafchworli ;; Bag Lea l &r two s ith nai fall, just as shooting was about to begin. Payette Lake, Idaho, was f ..." fesplai Svo boo I'd : hell-raisi- n ... of EV d - by OCTAVUS ROY COHEN f i n.Kr,n !!,r;;u"t BEGINS TODAY- . A I w? I J IEI1FM j " r, fere k : f iGeUI i and or, Iter it Iringthi m f I days XA itionlst to th : the chosen location, and early snows in the mountains made it impossible for the company to work. The picture finally got started a week or so ago, but the postponement made changes in the cast necessary. So, instead of seeing Robert Taylor in the lead, you'll see Robert Young, and Walter Brennan will replace Wallace Beery. Paramount, making a film based on the life of Victor Herbert, is so set on getting all details right in this picture version of the famous 's career that Herbert's daughter Jias been signed op as technical advisor. Allan Jones and Mary Martin, who couldn't get anywhere in Hollywood until she went off to New York and made a hit on the stage, are the stars. com-poser- It looks would find He s Alec anist who very much as if autumn a new radio star with us. Templeton, the blind pihas made frequent guest appearances on the air, and now has a regular spot on Tuesday evenings. He plays classical music superbly, and does parodies and musical sketches which are the most amusing things inamong modern broadcasting-h- is recent performance of "Three Little Fishes" as a Handel oratorio, with Templeton singing, in a very good voice, had broadcasting circles predicting a bio future for him. Conrad Nagel, of stage and screen fame, is master of ceremonies on he program, which is one more thing to be grateful for-- his diction and voice are good, and he has none of the plushy solemnity which so many announcers seem to think is necessary. mdiet to the :plyln this t very da iked i Sty of w 'Misat a MebyKe! .t sd$?f I M by eve: Ik f M smoking- thriftier - 1 arette offers all of them? Kead reveal portant cigarette facts the of scientific tests on K selling brands: THAN TTQ-rr- xrrrty on inT uii""; W Rood SLOW n tt tt7 of Sm BURNED AaSX ie lb, in. Hov CAMELS were found to MORE TOBACCO BY 15 than the average for the brands. g the largest-sellin- 1 O CAMELS 0u t,has pi smoking-.- 1 ha A r-.- bul Annivalcnt SMOKES PER PACK! t Quels 01 3 a ifcfTVM LARGEST OTIIER OF THE ING BRANDS! By slower, on the average, 1 In the same tests, CAMflSj; I more In i'tum'i W-- lor rw J'ical p wmrj; SUTH 3 TIIEIRASIIFARW2 the average for the other t to vamti iTtnames ; th rral thrills ia ... 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