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Show The Cache American. Lojran, Cache County, Utah Pane Seven OUR COMIC SECTION THE STORT SO FAR: Aa orphan tlaca tba aca ot seven, Charloita (Cherry) Rawllaci baa been attending Saint Doro-tbeaacbool (or (Irla. Sbt know, almoti nothing abont btr early hlilory, but bat fraduallr tom to rrallu that aha bat bo family. Rben tb te tarraty Judge Judaon Marthbanka comet to arraaio for bar to gull the convent. He It her oub Emma HatkcU. Cherry remembert Emma at ber mother's and wbea the Judea tetla ber that aorta, Emma hat (ottea her a secretarial post tloa llh the ealthy Mr a. porteont For ter la Saa Fraaclacn, abera Emma It bow honaekeeper. Cherry hopea that Emma will tell ber more about beraelf. She foci Srit to the Marabbaakt manaloa and dines alone wlih the Judea aa Fran, hit young alia, and bit niece, Amy, are dining out. Kelly Coalet, aa artist, drops In. It It evident to Cherry that Fraa and Kelly are Interested la each other. Cherry falls easily Into ber Job with Mrt. She Porter, ho It old and It Jealous when tba tees Kelly and Fraa at a party given by Mrt. Porter, and wbea be stops to talk with her the tays be will never think anylhiai of her because the la a Saint Dorothea's lrL Emma tells Cherry that ber slater Charlotte was Cherry's mother. Kelly, with Fraa la bis old car, picks up Cherry while the It hiking and lakes her to hit Sautalito studio. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER VII After lunch he begged them to leave the table disorder just as it was because he could not wait another moment to show them his paintings. and they went to the big barn studio and while Kelly dragged out and dusted canvas after canvas Cherry and Fran were looking and commenting. Neither one assumed any knowledge of his art, but he accepted their criticisms gratefully and pointed out details of technique with no thought that he might be leaving his audience somewhat behind him. Presently Fran drifted to the great north window that had been cut down to the floor, and stood looking dubiously between long home-spu- n curtains at the now steadily falling rain. Kelly went over to stand beside her, and after a moment Cherry returned to the house thrilled by the mere nearness of their emotion and realizing what this moment alone might mean to them. For she had not been blind and deaf to the and casual phrases apparently glances that had been sprinkled througi. 1'.. luncheon talk; she was not unaware that Judge Marshbanks was Othello; she had even heard Fran at a moment when she supposed herself out of hearing in the kitchen answer some remark of Kellys with a patient: "Because he may find out about it and itll be all right if I say she was along! and then, in another second: "No, but I did promise. Kelly, and Im breaking my promise." Cherry had heard no more, and what she did hear had not surprised She had surmised from a her. quick, open remark or two made in the car that Judge Marshbanks had asked his wife not to see Kelly, and that the two had met by chance and were risking a discovery that might have been extremely uncomfortable for them both. And when she found herself alone in the kitchen, she began to feel a certain shame and discomfort in the part she was playing in their secret. She felt ashamed for them and for herself. When the kitchen clock said quarter to four, she went back to the barn. Fran and Kelly were stiU out standing at the window looking at the rain that was mingling now with an early dusk. It was raining steadily again when they went out to the open car. Fran had refused Kellys suggestion that She had they telephone for a taxi. said, "Were late now! Well be home In twenty minutes; lets make a dash for it! The women were bundled into snug raincoats with bandannas tied over their heads. They packed themselves into the wide seat and raised an umbrella close over them. A there quarter of a mile down the hill was a bad turn and Cherry felt the horrible sensation of wheels skidwere ding, and instantly they wedged in a ditch with the engines nose stuck into a dripping bank. When repeated efforts had proved that the car would not move with its load. Cherry and Fran got out and stood still, laughing philosophically under their umbrella. "Dont hurry. Im just as good as divorced now. Frans voice with its poignant note of laughter and tears said calmly. Thisll only take a minute, Kelgallantly for fully ten struggled ly arms wrenching at the his minutes, face red. "Damn his wheel, steering it!" he muttered under his breath, as the wheels spun around uselessly wet in a deepening groove of soft, e8"Wed better go back, I think, and Fran said. telephone for a taxi, "Lord, Im sorry about this, the man said apologetically. "The old bus never let me down before! Sausalito could supply no taxi but to San Francisco obligingly offered send one. While they waited Cherry telehad come with phoned Emma; she defriends to Sausalito; they were would be they storm; the layed by home in an hour; please tell Mrs. Porter that she was sorry. Emma answered that the old lady bad felt ill after luncheon and was in bed, so that Cherry need not hurry. This n After lunch be begge i them to leave the Uble disorder Just was because he could not a alt another moment to ahow bit paintings relieved Cherry's mind. Fran was restless and uneasy and Kelly miserably aware of it. His happy day was having the worst possible conclusion; he had long exhausted apology and encouragement, and could only settle down with his guests at the fire and make the best of a bad job. It seemed a long, long time before the honk of a taxi was heard outside. Fran insisted that Kelly should not come with them; they said hurried good nights and were off. "Cherry, Fran said then, calling her by her name for the first time, "will you do me a great favor? "Of course, Cherry said with a slightly quickened beat at her heart and a puzzled look. "I want you to come home with me. Its perfectly obvious, Fran explained, that weve been caught I want my in the rain together. husband to know that you were with me. Cherry was strangely stirred. Fran, the remote and proud, had made her the recipient of her confidence, or at least part ot it She said that she would gladly go home with Fran before going on to her own destination. Fran did not pursue the subject further, and at six oclock they entered the front door of the Marshbanks house. Molly and Martin, maid and butler, came forward immediately, and Fran asked anxiously if Judge Marshbanks was at home. No, not yet? Cherry felt the relief In her voice. Where was Rousseau? The "Right here, Madame. chauffeur appeared and Fran drew him aside tor a moment's talk. "Rousseau says Jud had to go to San Jose to court this afternoon," she then said as she and Cherry and hes coming went upstairs, back late with Mr. Trotter. So that's all right! You poor child, youre shivering. I have to go out to dinner, but why dont you stay and have some with Amy? The poor mouse is in bed with a cold!" "Yes, do; yes, do! called Amy from her room, and her first gesture of friendliness so warmed Cherrys heart that she could go to the room door and look in upon its pinkness and warmth and coziness as she explained: "I'm all wet and horrid! "Take a bath in my room, here; Im dying of loneliness; all my friends are afraJ, Amy said ea"Youve just been taking gerly. care of flu, so youre in no danger. Stay and have supper and talk. I'll lend you a hostess dress. "Id love it, Cherry said gladly. She was about to enter when an unexpected and unfamiliar voice behind her made her turn and find herself facing Fran and also facing a older impressive magnificently woman, a woman of perhaps seventy, who was staring at her with a surprised and unfriendly eye. Fran had been welcoming this stranger, commenting upon her arrival a few days earlier than she had been expected from Florida, explaining her own plight. Now she introduced Cherry: Miss Rawlings, Gran. Cherry, this is Mrs. Marshbanks, the judges mother. demanded the old "Miss who? lady sharply, fallowing Fran after a perfunctory nod to Cherry. Cherry heard Fran murmuring in answer; the words were indistinct but her tone was conciliatory and apologetic. Suddenly the other womans voice sounded clearly just before Frans bedroom door closed: "Of course I know who she is; I knew the minute I saw her! And I wont have Amy know her; I won't have her in this house! Cherry stood still for a moment, idly reflecting upon the bad temper of this proud, handsome old lady. At the moment it did not occur to her to attempt to give these vAj.-dsignificance, still less to connect them in any way with her insignificant self. But they remained indelibly imprinted upon her memory, and the day came when they found their rightful place in her story. Judge Marshbanks came into the room while Amy and Cherry were talking and seemed pleased to find them so cozy and friendly. He was tired after a long day in the San Jose court, and regretted frankly that he could not have supper with s his niece and her companion. "But Fran and I are going out to dinner and I must go and dress, he said. "So you got caught in the rain, did you. Cherry? "Oh, we were drowned!" Cherry said. "Over at Coates' place, eh? "Things going pretty well over, at the Porter house?" "They've both been sick, you and know, Mrs. Porter and Emma. She flushed brightly on the last word; it seemed disloyal still to call her no more than that But evidently he saw nothing amiss. He told her that she looked very nice in that thing of Amy's, and that Rousseau was taking Fran and him to the dinner and would then come back and wait for Cherry. "Oh, I can walk! Only two blocks and lt'a stopped raining," she protested. But he would not hear ot it Rousseau was to call for them after their dinner party at half past ten; he would be on service anyway. "Well, be good. Come and see us again, Cherry, the judge said, and when he was gone the girls fell to eager talk again. There was a light in Emmas room when she quietly climbed the stairs. Cherry went in. sat down near the bed and poured out the story of the day. Emma listened in the convalescent's mood of weary content until Cherry came to the request from Fran that Cherry on the return trip come first to the Marshbanks house. "Why on earth didn't she drop you here if you were dripping wet? "Well, we werent quite dripping. Wed sort of dried out over at Mr. Coates place. But she was worried for fear Judge Marshbanks would be mad at her. "For going to have lunch with Mr. Coates? "They've got an awful crush on each other. Aunt Emma. The title slipped out, Cherrys face turning red as she heard her voice saying it, and Emmas slow flush burning w her thin cheeks in answer. "I cant help 1L I think of you as Aunt Emma now, Cherry said, laughing, but a little frightened. "You can call me anything you like, Emma conceded briefly. "So Mrs. Marshbanks thinks shes in love with this painter? she asked. "He's certainly in love with her, Cherry answered. "Ive never met Judge Marshbanks second wife, Emma said, reflectively, but Ive seen her, and she looks like one of the women who live for that sort of thing. Theyre always the ones with good husbands too. "He didnt seem very angry. He came into Amys room, and he was awfully nice. Amyd had flu, and since wed had it here, there didnt seem to be much danger of my bringing it back, and so I had supper with her. We had it on trays, and it was lots of fun! I thought you didnt like Amy, Emma said, quietly watchful. "I didnt. Cherry had a swift moment of surprise that Emma She was extremely snobknew it. bish when we had the dance here she said; "but she for Dorothy, was lovely tonight. Oh, and Aunt Emma! Her grandmother is back; she got back today. She wouldnt come into Amys room because of the flu, but she brought her all sorts of things you're sick again! "No; just a little faint. I dont believe Ill ever get my strength Emma whispered. back again, In the morning, old Mrs. Porter had a serious setback and was dangerously ill. A few strange days a week went by; doctors came and went; lawyers came and went. Judge Marshbanks had a long talk with Emma. The telephone and the doorbell, both muffled, were constantly in action. All the world wanted to know how old Dovey Porter was faring. Just two weeks from the rainy day when Cherry and Fran had come home truants from Topcote, the old lady quietly passed away. The judge and Amy and Fran came to the funeral in the cathedral with hundreds of other black-cla- d folks. Cherry and Emma with the entire domestic staff were modestly placed at the side of the church. (TO BE CONTINUED) s o M E B O D Y S s T E AJO.AJOl-WH- EN A HOUND L HOW PICKS UP A HOT SCEMT THRLLWff THEY ALWAYS LET &eV YOU KNOW ! HElLRUM THAT RABBIT AROUND TO US. NOW WATCH ' N O G fly Sam Nichols WNU Features. MOUSE TALK Not Much The amateur actors were rehears- LEARNING ing. "Were you wearing a new pair of shoes last night? "No, that was me squeaking. Mrs. Jones was required to kiss Mr. Smith, and as they arrived at that particular incident Mrs. Smith appeared. exclaimed Mrs. Jones, I Oh, I knew that man when he didnt hope, dear, that you dont mind my have a dollar he could call his own. kissing your husband like this?" Yes. He has gotten more nerve Not at all, darling, was the Icy about calling things his own than I dont mind in the least reply. he used to have. if he doesnt Cost of Living The cost of living is becoming Intolerable. You may well say so. I can no longer save enough out of my household expense money to pay my bridge debts. Profession Why do you wear your hair so long? "Well, I'm in training for our varsity eleven and, if I dont make it, Im going to write poetry for the college paper. Legacy Not so fast, Dick, youre frightening your poor old aunt to death in the back seat Calm yourself, dear, Hubby theres a handsome legacy coming to me when she's gone. Wifle Close Quarters "Jones must live in a very small flat "How can you tell? "Why, haven't you noticed that his dog wags his tail up and down Instead of sideways? Misspelled was student The engineering stumped in the examination by a question concerning the bridging ot a river which ran over a rocky bed. Finally In disgust he wrote: "Damn the river and blast the bed. He got full credit with one point deducted for bad spelling. Vulnerable "I bear Jane married beneath her. her husband plays a "Yes; wretched game of bridge. |