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Show LEHI FREE PRESS, LEH1. UTAH T tit Bq LIDA LARRIMORE SYNOPSIS Lida Larrunor. WffU Service. , Fielding, one f tr "lost generaUon--.-and Mi Iff! college m the drpresaion is un&ble lo find a job. arrives at Glendale Mac tu visit his friends the MacPhersons j,m bad tormerly been gardener at his late works lor T H uncle's estate and no Jim Is tired Vaughn of 'Meadowbro.k." nl being supported by his married sister an Kay. While he still can marry Lenore. him attractive divorcee who la in luve iui and have an easy lite because of her wealth, his mind rebels. Stopping at the village meets Dully, drug store for a sandwich, he When he ina pretty soda fountain girl. asks If he is quire about the Vaughns, she alio entrusts friend of 'Cecily's." She a message to Tommy, young sun of the fams ily and tells him how to reach the Vaughn estate. Approaching the house. Jim encounters a tomboyuh little girl, fishing She is startled and fills In the brook Incensed he at first, she discovers she liked Jim anddisSusan Vaughn. He learns that she covers Cecily is her older sister. He sees Tommy, a youth of eighteen who imagines he Is tn love with Dolly. Jim explains his Impecunious position to the MacPhersjns They tell him that Mr. Vaughn is covering from a nervous breakdown and has been a widower since Sue was a little child. Mrs. MjfPherson suggests that Mac ive Jim a job as handyman. Jim goes for a walk to think it over and picks up a horse shoe. Soon Cecily, a lovely young girl, appears, her riding a limping hoise Jim scoldsa shoe. when he sees the animal has thrown cools Jim's ire There Is an angry scene and he Is Intripued as he thinks about her. wants to slay lie lie tells Ihe Mact'hersoris and assumes his duties as handyman. 1 CHAPTER III Continued He didn't learn a great deal, however, merely that the object of Cec- telegrams, ranging from a mildly facetious "Come home ail is forgiven" to persistent demands for information He wrote her a letter, being careful to give her no idea of the nature of his posit'0"- She'd turn up sometime, of course. He wrote to Lenore. The letter gave him a great deal of difficulty. He destroyed a quantity of stationery, sitting at MacPherson's desk of the cottage. At in the living-roointervals he swore. Well, he had submitted to it, hadn't he? No use kidding himself. He liked Lenore was attractive. her. Then what? At any rate, he had no intention of making a definite break. This was a temporary He would write of arrangement. Lenore his position amusingly. would understand. Would she? The question, recurring at intervals, was a source ot annoyance to Jim. Lenore had glorified the memory of his youthful devotion during the yeart of her He'd never unhappy marriage. been able to tell her that his feeling for her had changed. She should have sensed the difference. Perhaps she hud but wouldn't admit it. Women had a devastating capacity for deceiving themselves. Oh, well! He wrote to her, finally. The letter was not satisfactory. It lacked entirely the touch he thought it should have. What was the difference? He probably wouldn't be permitted to remain at "Meadow-brook.- " When the Princess returned, that imperious young lady named Cecily, she'd probably see to it that he was discharged at once. That was why he thought of her at intervals, why he wondered when she was coming home. He had no warning of her arrival. If he had gone to the garage that morning, he would have seen her roadster there between the sedan and the station wagon. He did not After breakfast, go to the garagf. he went about his task of sweeping the terrace. Jim thought of how pleasant the early morning was when one had become accustomed to rising at half past six. Birds were singing. Cob webs sparkled on the grass. The wind was cool and fragrant. The screen door opened and there she was, slender and trim in whipcord jodhpurs and a shirt of heavy - That course, might mean anything, though, later, he heard something about a summer theater and the word "bohemian" pronounced by Miss Parker with fastidious distaste. He learned, too, that Mr. Vaughn had forbidden Cecily to have anything to do with the undesirable young man under pain of penalties hinted but not detailed. He reviewed Dolly's references to a mythical rival in the light of the conversation he had overheard. Was the "that guy" to whom Dolly had scathingly alluded, the artistic-younman whom Miss Parker had mentioned? "What Cecuy sees in Jiim?" Perhaps he'd better stop in at the He hadn't seen Dolly since the afternoon of his arrival. He hadn't delivered her message to Tommy. The storm breaking at twilight had canceled its importance. He had an idea that Dolly would not be oflend-e- d by his negligence. His desultory acquaintance with Tommy convinced him that the affair with Dolly, if there was an affair, was important only to Tommy. Dolly, however, bore no malice. When Jim went into the one morning, to have a prescription filled for Mr. Vaughn, she greeted him with a jaunty, "Hello, Mr. Barrymore!" Jim assumed an engaging air of contrition. "No," he said with a slow, somewhat sheepish smile. "I'm the extra man in and about the house." Dolly's eyes narrowed and crinkled. "You're Jim," she said, returning his smile. "The new man out at the Vaughn's." "How did you know?" "Tommy told me." She perched on a stool behind the fountain, pert as Jim had remembered her, friendly, amusing. "It's funny," she continued, "the day you came in here, I thought you ware a friend of the Vaughns. You looked" " Jim "I'd just had a countered. Dolly considered for a moment. Then she leaned toward him across the fountain and asked in a confidential undertone, "What's the idea, Mister? Is it a bet?" Jim shook his head. "Don't you read the papers? There's a depression," he said. "Oh!" Her expression changed. "I'm sorry." she said slowly. "It's none of my business anyway Again her eyes glinted teasingly between thickly mascaraed lashes. "Are vou a cood hired man?" she asked. "I'm improving," Jim replieJ. "And by the way, I'm indebted to you for the job." "To me?" "To you," Jim replied. "You sent me out to the Vaughn place with What's his name? The speed demon with the sandy hair." "Herbert." She smiled. "You're responsible. What are you going to do about it?" "Must I do anything?" "You must let me pay my debt, at least. What evenings are you free?" "M(idays and Fridays to you." "Good! I'll arrange something She smiled. "Okay, Mister!" "But what about Tommy?" Jim asked. "Perhaps I'll be risking my job." She grimaced "Oh, Tommy!" "Isn't he the man laugliingly. about town! He's cute, though," s!ie lidded, "and useful sonivtimos. I can dodge Tommy. He thinks I spend my evenings reading." Customers claimed her attention then. Jim promised himself the pleasure of spending an evening with Dolly at some undetermined date in the immediate future. Mennwhile he devoted his attention to his assorted duties. He discovered, surprisingly, as he became accustomed to the vagaries of the household, that he was happy ot ily's interest was "artistic." of drug-stor- drug-stor- WHIM III " '"''.'SKm jpj vet m.w niiBfcj viisw 'I'm the Extra Man in and About the Hvuse. silk. Jim glanced at her fleetingly from the far end of the terrace and hastily turned his cream-colore- d back. "Good morning!" she called in a clear gay voice. Jim did not reply. He whistled loudly and made swishing sounds with the broom. "Will you saddle 'Lady' for me?" she asked pleasantly. "I'll nip in and have some breakfast." Jim felt that the request demanded a reply. He turned. She looked at him. For a moment her expression was puzzled. Then she recognized him. "Oh!" she said, not quite so gaily. "It s the S. P. C. A.!" "Good morning. Miss Cecily." Jim's manner was deferential. He saw that her eyes were flashing. Good - by to independence, he to "Meadow-brook.- " thought. Good-by When she spoke her voice was crip and cool. "I thought you were, the stable man," she said. "He's been. doing this. Who are you?" "Jim," he replied, "the now ex- tra man," and lie couldn't resist adding, "in and about the house." "Oh!" She appeared to deliberate for a moment. She snid nothing and turned to- ward the dour. Jim venture:' a question. "Shall I s; IHk the mare for you?" he aske "No, thank yon!" She stood at the door, her lands in her pockets, her chin Inte , her eyes flickering "So you're the new over Jim man," she said at length. "You're more decorative than the last one. I wonder how long you'll slay?" l ' j . ea--e- CHAPTER IV living-room- "'Z'l i cla-Wh- tor'" knew that Jim made no reply. He ...J Tho ..v attitude none was expecicu. an employer toward a amiliar thougnt. dependent was curious, he You weren't a reasoning human be excuse ioi wring. You were an steam. ., Tommy was trying air.wasjuia proDthe rector in the village, iting off bly justified in making compidnuBut blustering ana uueaici.n.B wasn't the way to manage the boy. Oh, well, it was none oi im out ness. re Tranquillity was presently stored. Mr. Vaughn returneu .o Parker?" "Miss Parker is in the garden," Jim replied. "Shall I call her?" "Never mind. Find the paper knife. Maybe it's on the desk." The knife was on the desk the correspondence. The tranquillity, however, was noi It was si.aueieu of long duration. appear bv Tommy's unexpected trom ance. Mn f t Mr. Vaughn looked up "Would you like me to open the letters?" Jim asked when he had returned to the chair. Mr. Vaughn glanced up at him. He was obviously surprised. "If you please," he said, a shade more amiably. "You're the new man, aren't you?" "Yes, sir," Jim replied. "MacPherson told me he had engaged one. What's your name?" "Jim Jim Fielding." "How long have you been here?" "Two weeks." "That's usually the limit," Mr. Vaughn said dryly. "Getting on all right?" "I think so." "Good!" Mr. Vaughn's attention turned to the letters and Jim, feeling himself dismissed, went out of the room. After the first morning, opening the letters for Mr. Vaughn became a part of the duties of the day. Mr. Vaughn frequently detained Jim for conversation. In the course of time Jim re ceived an unexpected promotion. "Can you use a typewriter?" Mr. Vaughn asked one morning when tfoa mail had been especially heavy. "Not expertly, by any means,' Jim replied. "I've made an at tempt now and then." "Have a try at it, will you? I'm not permitted to have a secretary from the office. Suppose we steal a march on the doctor." Mr Vaughn smiled with a conspirator's guile at Jim. "Let's see how it goes." A movable office was established in the game room on threatening days, in fair weather on the side veranda roofed thickly with vines. Mr. Vaughn attempted to dictate slowly enough for Jim to take the The process letters in was irksome. "I think I could write without dictation," Jim suggested, "if you'll give me the information. Mr. Vaughn glanced at him quick ly, appraisingly. "No harm trying,' he conceded. The first letter was moderately successful. "Hmm! Not bad," Mr. Vaughn conceded. So, for an hour or two each morn ing, Jim the extra man, became Jim the secretary. He judged that the letters he wrote were not extremely important. The real business of the financing corporation of which his employer was president, was transacted by the office in Philadelphia. This pretense of activity was merely a form of diversion. Mr. Vaughn missed the office, and the normal routine to which he was accustomed. Mrs. MacPherson was delighted e when Jim told her of his promotion. "You see!" she said, addressing her husband. "I told you Jim was smart. There's no telling what it may lead to." Jim laughed and MacPherson said mildiy, "Now, Bessie, don't start to romance." Mrs. MacPherson bridled. "Why not, I'd like to know?" she inquired of the gentlemen facing each other across a checker board of the cottage. in the living-roo"If Jim makes himself useful to Mr. Vaughn it may lead to a position." Jim had no faith in Mrs. MacPherson's prophecy. He did not expect future advantages from ms employer. When he thought ol the future it was not in connection with "Meadowbrook." This was merely an interlude, a period of readjustment. part-tim- The part-tim- e job had its points. The hours Jim spent with Mr. Vaughn relieved him from more menial duties. In one lespect, however, Mr. Vaughn amazed and puzzled Jim. His attitude toward his children was line of helpless bewilderment. Jim surmised that he had never before lived with them so closely and continuously as this summer when convalescence kept him a prisoner on the- estate. lie hud no patience with Susan and Tommy. He approached Cecily warily as though - Perfectly Cut Patterns m i-o- - long-han- hair-cut,- " He wired Kay t .i send his clothes. She reponded wi.h an avalanche of t'-i- i i" The mental picture of his employer which Jim had drawn was correct in only one particular. He was querulous to an extreme. In other respects, however, Jim's imagination had erred. Mr. Vaughn, illdiscounting the traces of recent ness, was a rather handsome man and not beyond the early fifties. He had graying dark hair, keen hafeazel eyes, attractive clear-cu- t tures. Jim found him settled in an arm , one mornchair in the the mail. with in as came he ing Mr. Vaughn wore a dressing gown of maroon colored silk. Mr. Vaughn glanced up from the magazine. "Mail?" he asked briefly. "Yes, sir." "Here!" The voice was impatient. Jim walked across the room to the arm chair, Mr. Vaughn took the letters, ruffled through them, ran a searching glance over the table beside the chair. "Where's the paper knife?" he asked irritably. "Where is Miss e, she were at any men:e:.t 11. hi 5 mor or una era "a: He ! s i: tior.sr.ip Ai'' eiT ct i.' no m ened and blaster j j: rare moment; Of illi!'ti'!idey at iv v; was affection thou There was a knack, Jim in getting alor.g wun MacPN-rson- i l..a it Mr. Vau.-..- not. Tne result did obv:ouMV. of C Uii a f! havoc with tw household. me Tommy , isn t rrH, tfiln llUlUbll Mr Vaughn saia one U Lazy young cub. morning. condition those off work doesn't he 11 be a year behind his a tudoe.-- , he suppose I pay i w 'r) on the serv- til 'M GLAD I m rot this Size 38 requires 54 yards of inch material. Pattern 1996 is for sizes 6 to 14 years. Size 8 requires l3i yards of 39 inch material for the jumper and 1 yards for the blouse. Armscye and neck edges of jumper require 1xk yards of 1M inch bias facing. Pattern 1226 is for sizes 14 to becoming, but how becoming I never knew till now. That little 20 (32 to 42 bust). Size 16 reyards of 35 inch mdeceptiveness is just what I need, quires 3 and these sleeves are the most aterial. New Pattern Book. comfortable things! If about half Send for the Barbara Bell our circle wore dresses like this it would be better for all con- Spring and Summer Pattern cerned; so many of us have out- Book. Make yourself attractive, grown the tailored streamlined practical and becoming clothes, styles. Now, Mrs. White for in- selecting designs from the Bastance " rbara Bell Enter an Admirer. patterns. Interesting and exclusive fashions for little chi"Why Mother, you look in that shade of blue! And you ldren and the difficult junior age; look real stylish, too you ought slenderizing, well-cu- t patterns for to be going to a Coronation." the mature figure; afternoon "Oh, I'd much prefer the church dresses for the most particular supper, dear. I'll be a somebody young women and matrons and there in my new dress but at a other patterns for special occCoronation I would be little po- asions are all to be found in the tatoes. By the way, what did they Barbara Bell Pattern Book. Send say about your new jumper at 15 cents (in coins) today for your 52. 39 week," ing committee muses Mrs. Smith of Walnut street, as she takes stock of herself in the mirror preparatory to leaving for the church supper. "I look entirely too swell for me why, I'm almost excited! I always knew surplice waists were "I Overslept," He Replied, Rest- ing Upon His Spine. a blueprint showing the proposed addition to the stable. Jim applied himself to the typewriter keys. Mr. Vaughn frowned at his son and heir. "Why well-plann- aren't you at Mr. Jor- dan's?" he asked sternly. easy-to-ma- ly Tommy sank lower into the chair. "I overslept," he replied, resting upon his spine. Mr. Vaughn rejected the bait. "Mr. Jordan tells me you're shirking," he continued. "Aw, gee, Dad," Tommy protested. "Nobody could learn enough to suit him. I don't think dates are important, do you?" "I'd advise you to learn some of them," Mr. Vaughn said crisply. "To assist you, I'll provide an alarm clock." "Thanks," Tommy said amiably. "I certainly need one, Dad. Nobody ever bothers to call me." "And," his father interrupted, "you can bring your books down here and study until luncheon. Jim will keep an eye on you. Until luncheon, Jim." "Yes, sir," Jim replied, not very well pleased with the prospect of school? copy. Send your order to The Sewing "Mother, I meant to tell you. Mary Jane and Betty are both go-- I Circle Pattern Dept., 149 New ing to coax their mothers to make Montgomery Ave., San Francisco, one just like it. I said maybe you Calif. Patterns 15 cents (in coins) would loan them the pattern, each. Service. would you?" Bell Syndicate.-WN- TJ "Why of course. Did you tell them it took me only two after-- ! in Wolf's Clothing noons to make yours including Sheep R. C., department store matwo blouses?" nager in an Idaho town, scanning Enter "The Duchess." the aisles for shoplifters, spotted "Sis, you're pretty young to be a "suspicious-looking- " woman. He talking about clothes so intelli- trailed her to another store, inWhen you get a figure formed gently. policing Tommy. the manager, and left,A "Now go get your books, young that clothes really count on himself quite a sleuth. thinking ahem, like Yours Truly's for in- few minutes man." later the Chief of "All right." He retired with an stance; then it might be different Police phoned. "That woman oh Mother, how nice! I'm air of oilended dignity a little crazy you've been watching for the past marred by stubbing his toe in a about it. Gee, such smart lines! two hours is one of the detectives crack between the bricks. Mr. Remember, you promised to help me with a new party frock next you hired to stop shoplifting." Vaughn glanced at Jim. "What's the matter with the week if I did well with this I wish all dresses were boy?" he said wearily. "Growing pains." Jim smiled. as easy to sew and as swell to Early Americans and "They aren't serious. He'll get over wear as it is." Pioneers Used Pouthem after a while." "Perfectly cut patterns spell Mr. so." "I hope ltices for Colds Vaughn looked success for any Kay; your harassed. "They've gotten out of party dress is asfrock, as made So do modern houswive good hand. All of them," he continued right now. But I must be on md th modern way my with Donr Mud quick reliel irritably. "Cecily, Tommy, Susan." way or I'll be more than fashionof congestion, bronstubborn ease The thought of his combined re- ably late for the affair. chial irritation or chest colds. KP Bye, bye sponsibilities seemed to overwhelm be good girls and see that Dadpackage in your medicine cheat. At Alt Drug Stores him. He was Silent for an interval. dy gets to eat." something SOb Prectical Site, 25c Jim, too, was silent. Suddenly Mr. Pattern 1268 is for sizes 36 to Vaughn thumped the table. "They need discipline!" he said grimly. "It's time I took them in hand." Jim found himself sympathizing Salt Lake's Most with the children. He was too Hospitable closely involved with the affairs of the Vaughn's to maintain a detached attitude toward the household. Detachment, in any situation, was impossible for Jim. His warm sympathies, his interest in people, his tendency to follow the impulse of the moment, forced him, involt untarily, to take sides. It was to convey a surface impression 400 ROOMS 400 BATHS of disinterested neutrality in the daily clashes between Mr. Vaughn and his family; especially difficult in the matter of a letter which Jim opened for his employer entirely by mistake. The scene, once again, was the side veranda under the roof of vines. The time was the morning in the It is our aim to serve shirt-waiste- r. 10 iwjwiiorsii Hotel Invites YOU The Newhouse dim-cul- Hotel The Finest in Hotel Accommodations Rates following the interview with Tom-- I my. Jim sat before a typewriter waiting for Mr. Vaughn to conclude his leisurely perusal of the mail. startled exclamation caught his attention. 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