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Show LEHI FREE PRESS, LEW, UTAH - " """" ""' T" The Rogues 9 Gallery " (n pi MEI lis 0 Chooses to 11 un Kg:. V CHAPTER X Continued 14 Llda Larrimore. "Are you?" The arm she held was unresponsive. "Jim and I went over to Dutch's." Her voice was quick and light. "You haven't been waiting long, have you? It was stuffy in the theater. You were marvelous in the first act. How did the other two go" "You aren't particularly interest- ed, are you?" "Darling!" Cecily's voice was coaxing, a little exasperated, more than a little alarmed. "I've seen that play four times this summer. Do you want to stop at Dutch's? Let's go home and have scrambled j j j " he said. Cecily turned to him. "Goodnight," she said with a gay little gesture of farewell. "Thank you. "Good-night,- Jim." t, Fielding," Jeremy said on a curt note of dismissal. Driving back to "Meadowbrook," Jim made plans for the future. He would put a cot in the office at the riding academy and get a kerosene stove in the village. He wasn't going to hang around while Clyde was there. He would keep out of it. None of his business, anyway. The fellow disliked him. Disliked him! There was something more virulent than dislike in his voice when he'd said What right did he have to take that superior tone with Cecily? Of what was she guilty? Unintentionally hurting his pride, perhaps. That was all. "Good-nigh- t, good-nigh- t. The third week in September Mr. Vaughn went with a party of friends on a fishing trip to Maine. He sent for Jim the morning of his departure. Jim, arriving at "Meadowbrook" in answer to the summons found his employer in an eleventh hour hubbub of packing and final instructions. Miss Parker and Rose were scurrying about the second floor locating garments which had been packed away since the last fishing trip. "They think I'm going to Little America," Mr. Vaughr fumed indicating the array of garments piled on the bed and the good-naturedl- y, sofa in his room. Mr. Vaughn was in high good humor, excited, grumblingly genial. Jim went with Rim to the game-roowhere the fishing equipment, ready to be packed, covered the table. "I had to work like the devil to get the doctors' permission to go," he said, tenderly unjointing rods, laying them, flannel wrapped, in a leather traveling case. "The time isn't very convenient. I'd rather not leave home while Cecily's guest is here. Miss Parker will be busy getting the youngsters ready for school. Still, I suppose there's nothing to worry about." "Nothing at all," Jim assured him. "These flies are beauties." "Pretty fine collection," Mr. Vaughn said with a certain degree of complacence. "Pack them carefully, Jim. Well I'll be! Who's been monkeying with this?" Mr. Vaughn was examining a bamboo rod which had been broken and mended, Jim laughed. "I'm afraid I'm guilty of the mending," he said. "The day I came here Susan was fishing in the brook. I startled her. She fell off the bridge and broke the rod. I had to make an attempt to repair the damage since it was partly my fault." "Not a bad job." Mr. Vaughn was v in too high" a state of anticipation to be annoyed by a broken rod. '"So that's 'how you wormed your way into Susan's esteem. Is that a pun?" He twinkled at Jim. "I suppose it is. Funny," he added, rod, laying aside the bamboo "she's the only one of the children who seems to have inherited my passion for fishing. I'll have to take her with me some time. She's as game as a brook trout. And that reminds me I ordered some from New York. They casting-rod- s didn't come this morning. I'll leave you the address of the camp in Maine. Will you come up here some time tomorrow and readdress them for me?" "Yes, sir," Jim replied. "Are you comfortable at the riding academy?" Mr. Vaughn asked. "Oh, yes." Jim smiled. "I'm be coming an excellent cook. Now that I have electricity and a telephone I feel as though I'm living in a suite at the Ritz." "Well, keep an eye on things. What time is it? Past eleven!" Mr. Vaughn thrust his watch into his pocket. "Strap up these things for me, will you? and take thern out to the car." Mr. Vaughn finally got off a little after twelve o'clock in a Hurry of affectionate farewells, the trunk rack on the sedan piled high with luggage. Jim did not linger at "Meadowbrook" after the sedan had disappeared around the curve in the drive. He returned, at once, to the riding academy, avoiding any conversation with Cecily and Clyde who had dashed in from somewhere at the last minute to see Mr. Vaughn off on his fishing trip. It had not been difficult to avoid Cecily and her guest. The afternoon following the last performance at the theater they had paid him a visit at the riding academy. At the m ping-pon- g WNU Service. j eggs." Jim took a step in the direction of the car. Good-nigh- Octet ILclFOIttOF moment of their arrival Jim had been converting the office into living quarters with Susan's enthusiastic but somewhat officious assistance. The visit had been amicable, on the surface, at least, mutually friendly and pleasant. Cecily and Jeremy had inspected Jim's new quarters, jokingly admired his arrangement of a cot and a kerosene stove, a few cooking utensils, a table and an armchair borrowed from the MacPhersons. He had used the subterfuge of a brush fire endangering the academy to explain his change of residence, and it had been accepted without question. Jim knew that the call was an apology, artfully maneuvered by Cecily, though no mention was made of the previous evening. Clyde was agreeable, apparently interested in the project. And Cecily had been radiant that afternoon. The fatigue of the evening before had vanished. If, for a time, her faith in Jeremy had been shaken, Jim inferred that it had been completely restored. She had had that shining look of happiness whenever, since then, Jim had had a glimpse of her. He told himself that he was glad she and Jeremy had adjusted their difficulties. It was possible to believe that during the busy working day when pressing duties crowded out thought and speculation. It was more difficult at night. Alone in his new quarters, attempting to read or check over bills, sitting alone in the movies, riding the one horse already purchased for the stable along the infrequently traveled back country roads, even on the one or two occasions when, breaking his resolve, he stopped in at e to talk to Dolly, his the thoughts, never far from the subject, returned to the evening he and Cecily had gone to Dutch's. She had been troubled that evening. She had questioned her relationship with Jeremy. She had never done that before. He had felt very close to her. Had she thought again of what he had told her? Probably not. His symbolism had been inept. He probably hadn't gotten his meaning across. She had defended him in thoughts. "I don't suppose you really liked picking beans and changing tires." The dar- the grown-uones," she added regretfully. He wasn't invited. There's just an even number in the wedding party and if Cecily took Jerry it would upset everything. And Jerry said she was ashamed to take him for fear he wouldn't know which fork to use and Cecily said he was acting like a spoiled little boy and she talked sweet to him at first and then she got mad you know the way she does like a princess or something and Jerry said he'd probably get drunk or something and Cecily said she didn't care what he did." Susan, from sheer necessity, paused to get her breath. "Where were you when you heard all this?" Jim printed an uneven 'n' beside a staggering 'g. "Well, I was fishing in the brook. I just happened to be under the bridge when Cecily and Jerry came and leaned against the rail and I thought maybe they'd be embar rassed if I came out so I just stayed underneath." "That was considerate of you. Susan wriggled uncomfortably. "Well, I couldn't help it," she said heatedly. "I just happened to be there." "It isn't being a good sport to listen to conversations you aren't intended to hear," Jim said feeling hypocritical, making excuses for similar offenses of his own. "Well I don't Jike Jerry," Susan said as though personal feeling ex plained any breach of etiquette. He treats me as if I was a baby like p i i firs :,is.w mm 11 ling! Late in the afternoon following Mr. Vaughn's departure, Jim drove to the station to inquire for the package which he was to readdress. The expressman told him that it had been delivered at "Meadow-brook- " earlier in the afternoon. Jim drove out to the estate, parked his car at the side entrance of the house and went into the hall. A low voice murmuring in the living-rooattracted his attention. He walked to the door and stood looking in, smiling at what he saw. Susan was, apparently, putting herself through a dress rehearsal for some impending ceremony. She d wore a pale frock, quaintly ruffled, with a sash of a deeper tone and a matching ribbon binding her hair. She stood before a long mirror, practicing a curtsey, unintelligible words, murmuring casting an occasional glance at her d socks feet festive in and white slippers tied with bows. "Hello!" Jim said. She whirled around from the mir ror, a guilty flush staining her cheeks. "What's the idea?" Jim asked, smiling. "Are you going to be pre sented at court? "I'm going to be in the wedding tomorrow," Susan replied. "Mary Lillian's mother invited me. I'm going to hold a white satin ribbon when the wedding comes up the aisle. We practiced this afternoon "You look awfully nice." He saw that he had pleased her. Jim laughed. "You're growing up, Sue. Did the expressman leave a package here this afternoon?" "It's out on the kitchen porch, heard Nora tell Miss Parker." She went out to the porch with him, walking demurely, amusingly conscious of her wedding frills. Jim found the package lying on a bench and prepared to mark it with the address of the camp in Maine. "Look, Jim!" Susan said in a bright interested voice. "There's Jerry Clyde!" Jim's eyes turned to follow her frankly pointing finger. Looking out between vines, he saw Jeremy seat ed on the narrow rim around the fountain, apparently gazing at his reflection in the water. "Narcissus," Jim observed. Susan was too deeply interested in the news she had to impart to de mand an explanation. "He's mad," she said cheerfully. "He and Cecily had a fight this morning. "A fight!" Jim whittled a point on the black crayon he had brought to readdress the package. "Well, they didn't hit each other or throw anything, Susan contin ued, perching herself carefully on the end of the bench. "They were mad, though he was, anyway, and Cecily was, too, after a while. He was mad because Marjory Patton and a dance is having a dinner-partfor her wedding pi'jrty tonight just m peach-colore- tight-waiste- d, taffy-colore- peach-colore- y d ttl i i ? den." Right." smiled. Jim Jim's eves followed her until she had passed through the opening in the low hedge that bordered the garden. Then he resolutely turneda away. There were some things of gentleman did not do and one them was openly watch the scene now taking place beside the fountain. He left his car parked in the drive and walked hurriedly to the cottage. Jim was in high spirits at supper. He laughed and made the MacPhersons laugh. He ate with a hearty appetite and asked for second helpings. n "Well I must say." Mrs. observed, "it's pleasant to have you act like yourself again." "Haven't I been?" Ji.-- asked innocently. "You've been acting like a sick calf, moaning and not eating enough to keep a sparrow alive and moping off by yourself." Mac-Pherso- "Bessie!" Jim grimaced. "You have an unfortunate gift for description." "Hasn't he, Andy?" Mrs. appealed to her husband. "We've thought you might have had something on your mind," Mac- Pherson said, looking at Jim. "I've had the job on my mind, Jim said, "not to mention my own incompetence and lack of experience." Jim felt two pairs of eyes watchMac-Pherso- (Hkm vi "Have a Good Time," He Said Aloud. people do who haven't much sense and he's certainly stuck on himself. Tommy says Jerry acts as though he gives the girls a treat just by living and I think, for once. Tommy had a sensible idea. Don't you think so, Jim?" "I think you'd better go take off those clothes before you ruin them and upset the wedding." "I guess I'd better." Susan slipped off the bench. "Are you going to stay here this evening?" she asked, lingering on the porch. "No," Jim replied. "I'm going back to the riding academy after supper." "Why don't you?" she asked "It's going to be pretty lonesome tonight. Daddy's away and Miss Parker is going to a card party in the Village and Cecily will be at the Pattons' and it's Nora's day off and I think Tommy has a date because he gave Rose a quarter to press his pants. There won't be here with me except anybody Rose," she finished with a consciously wistful glance at Jim. "Jerry will be here," Jim reminded her. "Oh, him!" She made a face. "Please, why don't you, Jim?" The wistful expression was appealing. Jim considered taking her to the movies and discarded the coax-ingl- idea. "You'd better get to bed early tonight," he. said. "You'll want to look as fresh, as a daisy for the wedding tomorrow." Thoughts of the exciting .day ahead consoled her for the pros pect of a lonely evening. Susan went off contentedly. , Jim completed the address, reinforced the parcel with wrappings At intervals he glanced, of twine. through vines, toward the fountain. Jeremy's attitude was despondent, for Cecily's a tableau arranged eyes, perhaps. Jim smiled a little grimly. "If you're contemplating suicide, my lad," he said unckr his breath, "that pool won't do. You'd only bump your nose." He felt surprisingly cheerful. He whistled as he walked around the house, taking the package to his car. Cecily came out on the side veranda, dressed for the party, in thin and dark that floated something as ' she walked, a short evening jacket of brilliant brocade buttoned snugly at her waist. "Hello," she said, walking across the grass. Her color was high and her eyes were bright. Her chin, above the collar of the brocade coat, wore a ; d CHAPTER Jim of the XI Hung his arm over the side chair in unconscious protest at being roused from sleep. The knocking was repeated. He made an effort to struggle up to the surface of consciousness through the gray tide that dragged at his senses. A voice was calling urgently, a little hoarsely. "Who is it?" Jim answered, not yet fully awake. Words came to him which, for a moment, had no meaning or importance. "Smash-uhurry!" Jim shifted his position in the chair. His hand struck a glass on the table beside him, knocked it to the floor. The sharp thin sound of breaking glass brought him to full consciousness. He sat erect blinking in the subdued light of the shaded lamp on the table. What had roused him? He'd thought he had heard someone calling, banging at the door. Dreaming, probably. He must have gone to sleep while he was reading. A magazine lay where it had fallen on the floor at the side of the chair What time was it? He glanced at his watch. Only a little past midnight. He couldn't have slept long Strange how real that dream had seemed. Was it a dream? He pulled himself up from the chair, crossed the room, opened the door. No one was there. Puzzled, not yet convinced of the reality of the voice which had called, Jim walked out into the drive. The night air cool and crisp, blew away the last blurring cobwebs of sleep. Someone had knocked at the door. Someone, a man, had called p side-roa- d (TO DE CONTINUED)' Give them $"16 a month. They will spend It in the shops. make the shopkeepers give it back to the government. By JOHN LARDNER OPEN letter to Party n "That's all," he said. "I can't see any sense in your living off there by yourself," Mrs. MacPherson worried, putting an end to the moment of sentiment. "You'll come down with a spell of something, eating Heaven knows what out of boxes and cans." "I'm a swell cook," Jim boasted. he felt Amazing how this evening for no reason at all. "At any rate, it isn't forever. I'm coming back here to stay when I've found a stable man. I heard of one today. He used to work at the Fox Run stables. If he'll come for the money we can pay, I think he's our man." They talked, then, of the riding academy and the progress that had been made. After supper Jim sat, for a time, on the veranda with MacPherson. When he rose to leave it was getting dark. Twilight came early now that autumn was approaching, autumn with a lingering breath of summer in the still, mellow air. Jim walked back to his car parked in the drive. He must not forget to take Mr. Vaughn's parcel to the express-offic- e in the morning. Passing the kitchen porch he heard Susan talking to Rose and glanced up. One crystal star shone in the darkening sky. Tomorrow would be fair. Fine weather for the wedding. He'd like to see Cecily in her bridesmaid's dress. No. There was battle in the atmosphere at "Meadow-brook.- " He'd better keep away. He set his car in motion. As he drove past the house he saw a solitary figure pacing back and forth across the terrace. Tommy? No Jeremy Clyde. His gait appeared to be steady. If he meant to carry out his threat of getting tight, Jim thought with fleeting amusement, it was obvious that he had not yet made a start. light-hearte- , 'Happy L;ndii;i;.s. Cecily." ing him. drug-stor- MJ determined expression. Thai s the silently applaude,rj! all flags living! bailie to I: ing You luuk very lively, darling "Have a good tir"f" he said aloud. 'I mean to." She paused bes.de Jin. for a moment but her eyes garden gbneed beyond him into the where Jeremy dropped bes.de the fountain. "If" you hear my escort the gararming, have me paged in Chairmen, Presidential Delegates, and also to Whom It May Concern (address unknown) : Sir: I will come to the point at once. hat is in the ring for the next Presidential nomination. The sooner I have your indorsement, the better for this great, stricken republic of ours, which I trust you love as much as I do, even though election is four years away. I will match my love of my country with any man's, at catchweights. I love her rocks and rills, her woods and templed hills, her ConMy stitution, her history, her climate, her employed, her unemployed, her and also her t. s, I love the people of America-bla- ck, white, yellow, and red (Note to HQ: Check size and distribution of Indian vote, if any). But our great nation is tottering on the brink of destruction, into which she will certainly fall if you elect any of the present Democratic and Rpnubliean candidates. I do not say for certain that I can save her, for I am fundamentally modest. But I can have a darn good try. (Note to voters: Believe use of strong word like "darn" justified in circumstances, I am a man's man). "On the Record." The,1 greed that's the phrase I want E' trenched greed is an ugly thing, aw way you look at it. And "soak" is an ugly word I do not plan to soak the rich or the thrifty or even the poor. My tar program might be called the SOAK NOBODY program. It is eminently practical. A glanct at my record will show that I bat' anced the budget of the Osco' in three succes.' County sive terms as a InctJ dentally, I love dogs. I only caught them through a sense of public duty.' There is just one way to balance a budget. Take your mean norm' of income over a period of seven years, divide it by the net profit1 quotient (N. P. Q.), and subtract your dividend. In this way you get; 1,034 times the nation's taxable' wealth, and it is a simple matter to' divide by 1,034. My Secretary ot the Treasury will be a man vbt can not only divide but also recite the multiplication tables wu.out l' peek at the back of the book. In short, COMMON SENSE will balance the budget. I soak nobody. dog-poun- d dog-catche- r. Old Age Security. As for power, I say CONSERVE, it. Conserve it and use it. Property controlled, natural power in tha country is quite a thing. Next to power and taxes, there is one great issue in this campaign. That is the issue of the OLD FOLKS, By OLD FOLKS I mean people over, forty-on- e. They have struggled ari sweated for us until their bonei , My program is not a New Deal, or an Old Deal, or a Deal Off the are wearv and their hair is sparse, Bottom. It is the SQUARE DEAL. and gray. Are they not entitled to; I know about the Square Deal. I $716 a month for the rest oi mem learned about it in the greatest lives? Why, certainly. school in the world, the School of And I can show you how toive( Hard Knocks. (Note to heirs and it to them. I am not going to bankers: But I appreciate the im have any starving old folks on , portance of having a little capital Or any high school kid-' ' to work with. Don't misunderstand either". dies, me, fellows). Every high school kiddie under, The voters are familiar with my the aee of 17 is entitled to'$20i; record. It might be a good idea, week or its equivalent in tobacco. however, to mention some of my n oiasjw: Every venerable, personal beliefs and characteristics is entrUM; over the age of forty-on- e is My smile quiet but steady one to $716 a month, unless he or she of the best smiles in pub L a convicted murderer. lic life. It has been with me al I have no patience with MO most as long as my faithful cook DERERS and HORSE-BEATER(23' years) and my wife (30 years I all the sympathy a But have without a spat). Friends say that and nigfr my quiet but steady smile hides a the world for old folks mj lot of deep thinking and homely school kiddies. And here' is ' PLAN. philosophy. They are too kind. I Tney: month. Give them $716 a have been lucky in my friends. I love to fish boy, how I love to will spend it in the shops. it M make the shopkeepers give fish! to the government. Football is a toil-wor- W grand game, too, ma baseball builds character. follow baseball. Jimmy Foxx hit co home runs last year. I am dry personally, but I do not mind people taking a drop now and then, in moderation. I am no prig. Still, the dry movement was a lovely movement. Lovely people in u, too. That will be enough about mvself. It's not a favorite tonic with me. and my friends say that they practically have to burn the soles of to feet my make me talk in the first person. I have been lucky in my friends. Now for the ISSUES. A great dealis at stake in this campaign. The man who. dodaes ISSITF.S i guilty of bad faith. The public de serves me truth. n..r,"Ulcre fUUO. is the matter of 4 Greed an Ugly Thine. do not propose to soak the thrifty, who have toiled so long to put away a few dollars v o day. Nor do I propose to soak the laborer who lives from, hand to inuuui, uoa oicss him. The rich should not be soaked I This will necessitate a DOLE for, And nO J .; iha chnnlfootv.ro too good for the plpkeepeWt ther, because they are the bacBow, of this country. They and the tarw, ers. Farm Problem Overlooked. coThe farm problem has been the mpletely misunderstood by ministration and by the RepuWK hoTifr. party. The farmer is wants human fellow; All he m fair shake. I will suspend all m the gages on farms and pay out of the wiu Treasury. The Treasury f u the steadily replenished by (Constant Increase in Funds;, interest on the C. I. F. alone tnko care nf thn national aeuu t As for FOREIGN RELATIONS, favor a wise and though""ana" of the Monroe Doctrine grew League of Nations. The ferson expressed my fce 'pany nutshell when he said: (p ' -n ! -- gage-holde- rs , eech). TnfTcircnn let n, Above everything else, sure you of my staunch dl"prej. of war, amounting a1"10',,! great , udice. In the 'words of 1,4 oest " mends are rich Sherman, War is "y people. I am not in the pay of Red . v.i0 oitf avoid it. " Russia. And to eqd Jet us On the other hand, etc. there is a lot a to be said for Russia Army, Navy, Air Force, (in the right our peace' threatens body Varji Places), and I guess some hammer the tar out of him. are too rich. Only if, H- -l. so much as vtc 'eB.USyndle.t..-WNUSrgreed. Entrenched H-- 1- rLl.. . |