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Show UTAH LEHI FREE PRESS. LEHI. I imSl MULBE11Y SYNOPSIS To ths quiet household of Doctor la Mulberry Square, youthful Vr. Hugh Kennedy, ton of an , eld friend of too ptayaiclaa, eomee aa o taut, to stay a year. Ho Brt meets Janle, unaffected and likable nineteen-year-ol- d daughter of Poetor Ballard. Her older slater, Celts, a potted beauty, la away from bom on a visit. Janle, a Hugh favorite, as a small girl, to bo Introduced to treated as a ehum. many of Janls's old friends, among McAllister Tom and them young Janle's Great-Dncl- e Charlie, Hugh la Balof Doctor svldences tmpreaaed by lard's kindness of heart, and his popularity. reg-ard- a onl-ven- al CHAPTER III Continued 3 Well," the confessed, "sometimes I hate tt, of course." -Why do you like It tonlcb.tr Janle was quite unable to formulate and played sometimes and fell in and out of love lie spent vacations with his sister Janle learned. Newport, Par Harbor Murray Bay. You read about places like that In the picture sections of the Sunday papers . . . Heavens! How could he be expected to live in Mulberry Square! So he went into a hospital and wore a white uniform and grew a mustache and shaved it off because it turned out to be red. And then, one day, he came to Mulberry Square That same evening, be sat on a bench and told s story to a little girl named Janle with hazel eyes and a pointed chin and a perfectly gorgeous smile. And that," he finished, "is all." "But why?" Janle asked when she bad thanked him for the story, "did your father want you to come?" "I rather suspect," he answered, "that the Lorelei la to blame." "What does she look tike?" she asked. "She's white all over with graceful lines and trimmings of solid brass." What a strange description! Janle looked up to see If he was teasing His face, she observed, was grave but twinkles frisked in his eyes. "And," be added, amused at her be wildered expression, "she wears a striped sunbonnet over her after deck." "Oh !" Janle at once was immensely relieved. "It's a boat !" "The Lorelei," he Insisted. "She lures young doctors away from their stethoscopes and makes them idle and useless." Janle understood. "You won't have a chance to be worthless here," she gravely assured him. "We row when we go on the river. There isn't a single Lorelei in all of Mulberry Square." ..." "... an answer. She didn't know why. She knew only that she felt like golden bubbles inside. loo couldn't explain why yob were nappy. That was like pulling off butterfly wings. You Just felt It; a lump in your throat, a singing somewhere in your heart. "I don't know." She wished she could take out her emotions and dress them in pretty words. Cella could. Janle couldn't. People thought, because of that, she dldnt feel things at all But Father knew. "I don't know," she repeated. "Of course you don't," be said gent"It's a mixture of all sorts of ly. things." Janle's face brightened with her swift lighted look of pleasure. Miraculously, this young man seemed to understand. She looked up at him gratefully from under her shadowy lashes. lie wasn't smiling his crinkly smile; his eyes were thoughtful and almost sad. Suddenly Ill he wanted to know all about him; what kind of a little boy he bad been, The town clock struck eleven. They where he had lived and gone to school. walked slowly through the Square and "Tell me about you," she said. across to the opposite side. EveryIt yould make a dull story." He thing was quiet now. A messenger was smiling again. "There aren't any boy was clicking the rectory gate. "Hello, Johnny Qulllen." thrilling adventures." "HI, Janle." "I don't care. Tell me anyway." "There are a great many 'Johns She folded her hands In her lap. He paused to light a cigarette and around here," Hugh remarked. That's because it's Father's name." began, "Once upon a time there was "Are they all named for him?" a little boy , , ," "Everybody loves Father." Janle Janle, listening iutently, traveled was bursting with pride. It showed In back with him to the brownstone house her, eyes and In the tilt of her chin. In New York. Ills mother, she learned, was dead. His sister and his brother "He's always doing things for people. were ten and twelve years older There's Stoney, for Instance. Father found him one night down in Shanty than he. ". . ; So this little boy was pretty town all cut to pieces after a tight lonesome sometimes. He would go He patched him up and brought him through a glass tunnel filled with home. I think Stoney would die for Father," plants" "He's splendid." "A conservatory f Janle was becom"You'll see," Janle said softly, "when more more and ing Impressed. you've been here a little while." "This little boy named Hugh called The Ballards' wall began at the end a tunnel it with green things glass of the rectory fence. They passed the growing up through the floor. At the gate which led to the side veranda end of the tunnel was a door and behind the door was his father's office. and walked on to the entrance. The office door opened. A young Sometimes, if there weren't any ladles woman with a child in her arms walked In white kid gloves having their nerves down the shallow steps. Doctor Bat repaired, his father would tell him about a place called Mulberry Square lard, tall, white haired, a little stooped, where everybody was friendly and had stood in the open doorway. "Do as I told you, Martha. Use the lovely time." lotion three times a day." "That's strange, isn't ltT" Janle mar-Tsle"I'll try." A weary young voice. "your knowing about us so long "But you know how it is with us. Sam go." , hasn't worked for " "The audience will please not In"Get it at Smith's and have it terrupt." to me." charged "I wont again." " "Oh, thank you, Doctor!" Promise T" The door closed. The woman, lift"Cross my heart" ing her shoulders, opened the gate. ! . , And then "Good evening, Martha." Tragedy stalked into the story. His "Hello, Janle." brother had been killed In an automo"Is the bahy sick?" bile accident He hurried over that "A rash. He's covered all over . . . part His sister Louise had married. Janle Ballard, your father Is the kind8he was Mrs. Roderick Payson Van-BorJanie thought that was a very est man who ever lived." "Seer Janle glanced up at Hugh. elegant name. He squeezed her hand. So this little boy, only he was "Yes, Janie," he said. "I see." now and his voice croaked like larger bullfrog's, went away to school. He IV wore a uniform and learned to ride a horse and shoot at things Janle said her prayers that night Janle pictured him in a uniform. She knelt In the dark beside her narShe wished she had known him then. row white bed. The petition followed But Father said he was twenty-six- . a familiar formula. There was only Gracious! She'd have been only ten one deviation. "Make Aunt Rose betr eleven. He wouldn't have noticed ter," she said half aloud. "But please, her then. God, not too soon." One day" he paused and his eyes were sad. "Well, anyway, CHAPTER IV there wasn't anyone left in the brown-ston- e house with the tunnel . , ." The Square did not accept Hugh all His father had died! Janle, symat once. It was inclined to regard with suspicion this unfamiliar young pathizing, felt tears on her lashes. So Hugh went to college. doctor. He had a way of losing his When he was twenty-one- , a man with temper and speaking unpleasant truths. There was the case of old face told him that some. time he would have to go to Mulberry Mrs. Pope. But he didn't mind. His "She says I'm not to come back Square. father had told him everybody had a again," Hugh announced one afternoon, lovely time." "It's changed so," Janle mourned, "Whor Doctor Ballard looked up "since your father used to come for from a medical Journal Tislts with Father." "That old harridan, Mrs Pope." "The audience will probably get Hugh's face wore an expression of warts," Hugh prophesied darkly. "She indignation and injnred pride which crossed her heart and broke a prom-tee.- " caused Doctor Ballard to sro'le. ' "What did you say, Hugh?" ' "I'm sorry," "I told her there was nothing the "That doesnt curt warts . . . matter with her-- heart and It wouldn't kill her to walk. dowrjstiijrs.? v ., V Hugh" he continued,. ?wao... was, . by this time rather a handsome young "Serves her right." Doctor Ballard .man, finished college and wehf to medlaughed. ''Buf'he'adilea' riionf grave ical school. He worked prelfe.&tdr lyr'as ranch a$hty needjt, yon ean red-haire- d go around lighting firecrackers under ;ieople. You're new to them and young and " "Conceited 7" Hugh was smiling, too. "Intolerant was the word 1 meant Win their confidence, my boy. Then you can insult them as much as you like." Hugh attempted to follow the Doctor's advice. He seemed, in those first bewildering weeks, to make no progress at alL Janie noted the parsing events with anxious and critical eyes. N'o mother bird watching her fledglings first attempt to use his wings could have been more concerned. "I think I know what's the matter," she said as they sat on the aide porch one evening after office hours which had been particularly trying. "You're too " She searched for the appropriate word. "You're too formal, Hugh." "Formal?" "I mean you're not friendly enough. Ueally, Hu'h," she said gravely, "1 think you'll probably be a grand doctor In about ten years. Now let's go see if there was any cake left from supper. Being an Inspiration always makes me hungry.' Hugh made an honest effort to be friendly. He had no trouble with the Manor street and uptowu patients. the sacred Heights were willing tc give him a chance. Doctor Ballard's practice, however, was largely con fined to the n.Ul district surrounding the Square and the of Shantytown beyond the railcriss-crosse- d s - red-head- d, ..." n, "... ..." "... "... nut-crack- er -- of such gory literature ss 'The Lays conParker's Miss In Konie' Ancient servatory for female rosebuds." Janie quoted rather freely: Then up apake brave Horatius A valiant man was he. Now. who will stand on either hand And suard the brldKe with met Whether or not the humble appear ance ot lioratius had anything to do with the gradual change from resentment to acceptance, Hugh was never able to decide. The Miller twin, however, certainly did. Hugh rushed Into the Miller kitchen one afternoon to apnnd the child purple and Without death. to choking parently waiting to ask questions, Hugh seized bim and the little fellow, A him piece of hard gliotik vigorously. candy rolled down to the floor. Two minutes later the child, turned right side up, was sobbing quietly in his mother's arms. This exhibition of medical skill could not have occurred In a more auspicious place. Mrs. Miller, the elder, was a tireless bearer of news. Before night all the Square, and a considerable portion of the surrounding territory, had been informed that "the young doctor" had saved the Miller twin's life Hugh was the hero of the day. Janle favored him with a glimpse of her wide gay smile. "It will make a difference. You wait and see." It did make a difference. Hugh recognized the change In the atmosphere. It pleased him to a surprising degree. He wondered very often why he cared whether they liked him or not He would be here only for a year. This was merely an interlude. It had nothing to do with his future failure or success. But he did care. Pride, he supposed, and his admiration for Doctor Ballard. Then, too, there was Janie, "I'm living up to you," he said one evening when she told him that Fa ther was proud of the way he was getting on. "Me?" Her eyes opened wide. "You stick pretty close to that play His voice was teasing and ground." tender, too. "It han't a picnic in weather like this." "Sometimes 1 hate It," Janle confessed. "But I'd be ashamed to quit" "That's what 1 like about you, Janie." Hugh lazily swayed the hammock. "You're the most downright and honest young person I know." Honest! Janie was stricken with remorse. She thought of Celia's photograph waiting to be called for at the p uptown. Honest! She blessed the concealing shadows and made a stern resolve. The next afternoon she left the playground early. When she reached home she went directly Into the living room. Presently, Celia's photograph, the glass restored and the silver shining, stood on the shelf of the square piano. Beneath It Janle arIn a low ranged crystal bowL She was grasping the nettle In her own pop-eye- gift-sho- Probably You'll Be a Grand Doctor in About Ten Years." road tracks. There Hugh felt himself to be openly resented and secretly ridiculed. Janle suggested a reason and a remedy. If a this car," she said as they were riding home from the playground one afternoon. "What'a the matter with it?" Hugn was tired and warm and exasperated. At that particular moment he hated Mulberry Square and the mill district h and the alleys of Shantyhop-scotc- town. "It's too gorgeous. Don't you see, Hugh?" Janle's small flushed face, smudgy with dust was very grave. "If you ride In a car like this, they think you couldn't possibly understand their troubles. Most of the time it's a friend they want and not a doctor at all." "Shall I rig myself ' up like St Francis and walk through Shantvtown with pigeons perched on my shoulders "Silly! Of course not But you needn't be quite so so magnificent r See?" "I'm d d If I do." Hugh brought the car to a standstill with a virion slurring cf brakes. "Yea have a terrible temper." Jani dismounted from the long maroon-colore- d roadster with her chin In the air. "I don't see how we stand you !" She didn't expect him to take her advice. She was surprised when he came for her the following afternoon in a second-han- d roadster very much the worse for wear. "Is Oils bad enough?" be asked with a sheepish grin. "It looks sort of friendly, 1 think." "Hop In." Hugh flung oDen the door. "We'll see how fast she can travel." They named the car "Horatius." "But why 'Horatius'?" Doctor d asked when he was Invited out in front of the house for an after. supper Inspection. "WelL you see, Father." Janle mnn haste to explain, "It stalled on th White Marsh bridge and Hugh couldn't start It and the cars coming the other way couldn't pass. So we decii,i we'd name It 'Horatius'." Doctor Ballard langhed. Mother ... looked puzzled,; .Hie connection," she "I don't said. '. . . , , TiAlnted with Mr ' "Mother .Isfl't Doctor. Bs Hard smiled at Maeatilny." Janie and nugh as though the sharM U a mns's, secret. ."They didn't read, Bui-lar- ,e , - y whole-hearte- d fashion. After supper, she led Hugh Into the living room. He was provokingly slow about noticing the photograph. He wandered aimlessly around the room until Janie wanted to scream. At last. In desperation, she seated herself on the piano bench and struck a few wrong notes. "Is this the tune," she asked, knowing very well that It wasn't, "of the song you were playing last night?" "Lord no ! Do you call that a tune?" He was walking toward the piano. Janle felt an impulse to dash Cella to the floor. She didn't, of course. She moved over on the bench to make room for Hugh. "Here you go." His fingers were picking out the gay little sparkling tune . . . "Five feet tall Rather small That's my baby." His eyes lifted from the keys. "Who's that?" His fingers continued, not very skillfully, to pick out the gay little tune, "Cella." "Oh . . ." "Isn't she pretty?" Janle was grasping the nettle again. . , "Gorgeous . . ." He cord, frowned, found the right notes and, smiling down at Janie with a teasing twinkle In bis ruddj brown eyes, he began al! over again "Five teet tall Rather amall ' That's my baby." at, II "Janle, dear." it.. "Yes. Mother." Jnnto .... ou me grass under the catalpa v'B tree, looked u(j nuiu a magazine. . "If I. were you" M.itw ...v, nausea. Janle anew that Rhe wn so,.n.i.. tactful wordsu "If I were you" 8he presently continued. "I wouldn't la oflo lln.ii Mil,., MI, . . "What do VOll fnonnV" Ti- - .lOOKed " aauii; straight up Into Mother's eyes. -- Well, dear-" The direct Janle s eyes had also, at times,gaie of an embarrassment to Mother proved n may. not want" HilL "Come on, Brownie, let's dig." There were other things to remember; having supper with Dncle Charlie under the tree In his weedy side yard, suppers that were fun because of Jeff's soft crabs and Uncle Charlie's remarks; sitting sometimes In the evening beside the fountain in the Square with the hurdy-gurdplaying and the locust blossoms smelling so sweet tt made you want to cry ; taking half a dozen youngsters to the circus, buying them pop corn and Ice cream cones and lovely scarlet balloons . . . But maybe Mother knew. Perhaps he was only being polite. "Tagging." Janie felt hot with shame from her head to the tips of her toes. She flopped over oa the grass and buried her face in her arms. After that she avoided him. "Let's go to the movies tonight" "No thank you, Hugh." Very primly. "I have another engagement" y Or "I'm driving out to the Hollis farm. . Want to go, young fellow?" Swallowing hard to banish a lump in her throat "I'm going upstairs to write." But she didn't write. She sat on the sill of the dormer window with the locust branches brushing against the screen, lonely and miserable, growing up inside, It was silly to care about things. But you couldn't help it if that was the way you were ... ... made Hugh wondered what had happened. "See here, small person," he said finding her picking mint leaves in the garden one afternoon. "I want to talk to you." "I'd better go dress for supper." Janie clutched at a straw. "No you don't!" He barred with his outstretched arms the only path to escape, "You've been dodging me for a week. I've got you now." He lifted her to the top of the walL "You can't get away. Tell me, Janle." He wasn't smiling. His eyes looked vorrletf and, somehow, hurt "What stupi thing have I doner "Nothing." "I've missed you, little fellow." "I've been right her." A lump In her throat Tears on Ber A lar)s. desperate resolve not to let th-- m spill down on her cheeks. "You't seen me Ust tmjfd Tre ne anything, I'm sorry." "I thought" She made an effort to be casual. "1 was afraid you'd think I was" She paused, swallowed hard, spoke the humiliating word, "i was afraid you would think I Was tagging" "Tagging!" He hadn't thought so at all could tell by his look of surprise weight lifted from her heart She feU like a fluff of thistledown all wa, easy, now. to'ei- bjow awa,. I hing '.'I0" m,8ht hav I suggested whether -i Anyway, " bn what did It f w 4 2W:j urtner h i y.M :Jj60t I ternational hi. from a Japanese chemist who has discovered that i. lw the substances forming sheikt j chemical similar to ivy rjo1 structure though different tn ... that Zl "the Vn a ou til tberedi Lac is produced by an insec- t- (Steal poln Myall Ynnr lnrnt HmW Mm).. values rermi Pure Bred Vegetable Seeds. K,f vujj ti iruu b package, AdV, this o t k :0 at d sson's Unequal DistribnCn. If there is too much rice In afi.i Kucuen, mere are starving people me roau. aiencius. . . despei J hsjent J 350 S tip, th out th 1 imou til! a Liquid Koth U Why Children Bob! Jt ;s,terr Laxative erne C be ba ambitii I ;iten jfiffli as is then The tflmnnrsrv relief nnt. from unwise dosing with haia cainarucs may cause bowel rtnil and even set up irritation in m irther, i Jusi i fee, has !j, thai kidneys. A properly prepared liquid igible laxative brings a perfect movtmeatl There is no discomfort at the urn! kathls and no weakness after. Yon doitf torn b have to give the child "a doclir rat coa I fee eons dose" a day or two later. fcrtant ( Can constipation be safelv in children? "Yes!" say medical ma tahly "Yes!" say many mothers who W nortg followed this sensible medical advice: on the 1. Select a good liquid laxative. 2 !!. Give the dose you find suited to the system. 3. Gradually reduce the dose Sup until the bowels are moving regukd; without aid, or to had An approved liquid laxative (one that is widely used for children) : totals Dr. Caldwell, s Syrup Pepsin. Tie jaslve mild laxative action of this excellent; m of t preparation is the best form of help serio too. for children and grown-up- s, The dose can be regulated ins tsj. rest ei :ave ti age or need. :ei Your druggist has Dr. CaldweJt it Chie Syrup Pepsin. Member N. R. A. definl I is a Severe Itching Erupfe on Baby's Face and Seal; snvej.. at it v the 14 to Cuticura Healed time i fere li "When baby was between two an! three months old an eruption i? always tetive. it! peared on her face and scalp small, red pimples which became flated with fluid and later formeJi crust giving the skin a very leai ie las spo fevelt i rai one appearance. Due to the sevettj Itching baby would scratch, can; was to bleeding, Not until she top i. on months old did hair grow ber head. "A friend recommended Cutiwi Soap and Ointment so I bought the; After two weeks there was Wj derful lmnrovement and wltl use of one cake of Soap and uring: Wh w ers bit a tow a 'nee fa migl for n texchi radl e nf rUnfmonr tsho waS beW Linco (Signed) Mrs. W. R. Groves, 1933. 10, ton, Ga., Aug. Sonn Ointment 25 and & Talcum 25c. Sold everywhere.: Eawii7 caw .vi. cura Laboratories, Dept. is Mass." Adv. hn-- r IWrnre five i five part not f s pat :?eciall toys, be 1 sti thrc might fress In edlq frPftSfltfi Colt pinsoi For many years our best dodoj have prescriDea creosou - ww form for coughs, colds and a chitis, knowing how dangerous , to let them hang on. creosote hoy For Chest -- is n J Jurist a In Creomulsion with tux other highly important iw VTai cal elements, quickly andco effecnw -KM lacked ly stops coughs and to ' Jtorshl otherwise might lead . trouble. w the, Creomulsion Is powerful snts treatment of colds and it Is absolutely harmless w I chat Mon: pleasant and easy iour own aruggit. Creomulsion by ref unding e-- 1 tariff -- money If you are not reueij as taking Creomulsion Beware the cough or eoJ hangs on. Always Keep slon on hand for Instant iuti flghti Pr 1 $. - us' i "gene a ol hi o a fea is more w ) luir eo ever,, I" h8(1 I vauavia v, biuujt uy tin Ifesearch rnnnrll ihu..s iw -" Janie, I've mI- i UitSi gr us- to or not and." she finished abrupt? "I didn't want to be a pest" "A pest!" He disposed of the unpleasant word. "Wh, Jtr.deeVaryth,n8- - fc. that has been In contact im u Some of the poison has hJ. thought ,0S me places and do that ere swtlno poison. They have learn, iV H ... tfS poison Is a substance that T H fsessw vaporize hence It Is lm!y.fc1 become poisoned exceot h 2 S3" and" ST, in - H ..Ifc. aII Jsnil thflf V Janie felt a leu bot flush creeping Into her cheeks. "Of course not" Mother closed the lid of her sewing basket and gathered be may up scraps of Iliac tulle. "But feel that he has to be polite. I Just wouldn't do it" she finished as though that settled the matter. But it didn't settle the matter. For a long time after Mother had gone Into the house Janie lay on the grass, her arms folded under her head, her eyes gazing up through the catalpa leaves into the blue of the summer Did Hugh think she had been Sky. tagging? she wondered miserably. II hadn't seemed to mind. She thought be rather enjoyed the things they had done together. Not as much as she That wasn't to be had, of course. expected. But at least, he had seemed Was he only being polite? amused. She recalled the Saturday night at the club. She hadn't dances "tagged" then. She had Introduced him to Kay Leland and Dolly Bruce and all the Manor street girls. She had urged him to dance with them . . . He hadn't seemed to think she was "tagging" when they went out to have tea at "Sportsman's Hall" with Aunt Lucy and Muriel and Muriels Washington guests. It was he who had suggested that they slip away up Into the woods behind the gardens and-th- e "So much elegant conversastables. tion makes my head ache." "They're your kind of girls." "My kind?" "They've all been abroad and had coming out parties and " "It hasn't done them much good . . . What Is it smells so grand?" "Sassafras. You dig up the roots "Well, living right here with The Words were tun)bI me i.-- T 'iU every day." "Not you." he said gntir, inen frock and a pair of legs . . piease tell me. If ' of beeT40 J ears by scientists 0f WesiZ terslty, Middletown. Cmn rlpr the dlwvtlnn t , ro iTiM La 1 UV "I'm busy." POISON-IV- Hundreds of pounds and bark have ill LIDA LARRIMORE j SEEKING Mother pale mm for FREE SIMPLE SlYy J . rlri ;t oubodyw.J, &i .nd ""d tn,0,lI.kiB.A'Vi thi internal ' 'SjoK! A I your tffflfgf I -- ... ft 11 matter! A Splendid Lnxatif STftli I it'll I 1 v. Atnei I Part pit C |
