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Show we Sally Sez The Lucky Lawrences By KATHLEEN NORRIS Copyright by Kathleen Norris WNU Service SYNOPSIS The Boston Lawrences came to Calat the beginning of the gold rush, but the holdings of the family have shrunk to a small farm, and the old family home in Clippersville. Phil, Is working in the Iron twenty-fivworks, Gail In the public library and Edith In the book department of a store. Sam is In school, and seventeen-year-ol- d Ariel Is becoming a problem. Phil Is fascinated by "that terrible Lily Cass, whose husband has deserted her. Young Van Murchison, scion of a wealthy family, returns from Yale, and Gall has visions, through marriage with him, of the turning of the Lawrence luck. Dick Stebbins, Phils friend, has the run of the house. Gail goes with Van for a week-en- d with the Chipps, his uncle and aunt. She Is received coldly. At a roadhouse Gail sees Ariel, at midnight. Next day Ariel admits she was at the place, and displays no remorse. A policeman brings Ariel home, announcing that a child has been killed In an automobile smashup. Ariel was driving one of the cars. Dick Stebbins, who has been admitted to the bar, has the case against Ariel dismissed. Gall suddenly realizes that she loves Dick and not Van. Stebbins and Ariel elope, according to a note left by the girl. Phil and Lily, now widowed, are married and Lily and her three children make their home In the Lawrence house. Edith is fatally injured in an accident for which little Danny, one of Lilys children. Is Innocently ifornia e. Local patronage means local success. Local success means local employment. Local employment means more nice dresses tor what have you?) A dress in the closet is worth two In tbs store. So Let's PATRONIZE HOME INDUSTRY THIS WEEKS PRIZE STORY In these serious times of financial stress strain, let us not be guilty of that oft repeated mistake of scattering our purchas ing powers on out state enchanting distances. 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CHAPTER IX Continued 19 The oil company began to build a trim little station, all paint and fences, on the corner of the Lawrence place, and Phil spent his Saturday afternoons and Sundays clearing the overgrown garden at the other side of the house, chopping down moldy old shrubs and trees starved and cramped for light and air. Sunshine flooded the house that had been robbed of it for forty years; the rusty marks of the vines showed on the shabby paint. The trees fell with long crashes in the hot January sunshine, and lay prone across the pampas grass and verbena bushes. Light streamed oddly Into the dining room, and into the downstairs sitting room, where Edith had lain muttering on a chill October afternoon. The old house seemed shabbier than ever in this humiliating un-- . dressing, and yet it was good to have the great oaks on the western side of the garden exposed in all their stalwart beauty, and to obliterate the old paths with their bottle borders, and roll the tortured and. raked earth smooth for a lawn. Phil and Sam tolled and sweated happily at the changes ; the small boys tumbled ecstatically, like robins, in their wake. Great brush fires smoked up Into the clear warm spring air, and the ashes sifted softly upon Lily and Gail, who sat on the steps of the side porch and gave general directions as to the pruning of vines and the lopping of branches. The heavily massed foliage gave way, parted, fell In great clumsy masses to the ground. Sometimes both men got tangled in It, and had to be helped out, with panting and laughter. They are happy, Gail thought, seeing Phil grow younger, simpler, more contented every hour. The disreputawithout ble old house, weather-beateand within, was heaven to him. Lily, paler now than she had been, her slender shapeless body already rounding out toward motherhood again, held in her stubby little common Wibser hand the keys of life for Phil. He had never been ambitious, socially or in a business way; what other men did, what the neighbors meant, signified nothing to Phil. They are happy, and I mustnt spoil it Sam will marry here In Clippersville, just as Phil has, and theyll always be friends. And when I can Ill go away, Ill find my sort of living, too. But until I go, I must add to their happiness. Nobody nobody ought to suffer, If theres any way out! If Lily had ever annoyed Gall, she did not annoy her now. Lilys complete Gail lack of culture was nothing never thought of It. Lilys little airs and graces as Mrs. Phil Lawrence passed unnoticed. Lily could go to the movie with Phil, at the end of the long, busy day; there was no imposition in leaving the children with Gail, for Gail was at home anyway, and the children adored her. She spent a wet March evening pasting pictures In her camera book, turning the pages backward, lingering against her will over the little prints. Ariel, about ten, a fairylike little creature, with ringlets. Edith, in her white sweater, laughing and holding the dog what was his name? "Phil, what was the name of that mongrel we had for awhile? Starting Ont ol Town Students Earn Living Expenses sweet-tempere- d gaze. What is it, Phil? Nothing! Phil said. If the sight of the shining dam, surrounded by feathery spring greenery, hurt her when she and Phil, Sam, Lily, and the children reached It at a glowing noontide if the sight of it hurt her, she gave no sign. Phil noted that her thick dark eyelashes were wet, and her eyes ringed faintly with umber. Busily, efficiently, she set out about the preparing of the luncheon, she and Lily murmuring as they made coffee and toasted little sausages on sharpened sticks. Afterwards the children dug and splashed in the creek, and their elder grouped themselves on the shingle, talking of Clippersville affairs and Clippersville folk. Lily had the peculiar quality, not unusual In women of her alert, keen type, of being able to make even the most casual gossip interesting. What she did not herself know about the old families in town, her mother and grandmother did, and Lily had been listening to Ma and Gram all her life. Gail listened fascinated to her stories. They were never sensationally told, although they dealt with murders, mysteries, feuds, crimes, life, and death. But there was something in the details, In the general pictures Lily painted about them, that Gall found inexhaustibly entertaining. "Old Mrs. Peevey, Lily would recount, always felt that Jim Canna was there the night Belle White was killed or knew something about it anyway and she used to go to the courtroom. . . . Ma had gone over to get a cup of yeast risins from Lizzie Gunn . . . She says Do you spose you have a piece of that gray voile In your piece bag. Mis Wibser? . . . Ma didnt have her clothes off for four nights. She always sets up with the Rogers family when they die. . . . And old Mrs. Gansey tore her hair Gram says she just twisted it like It was so much cotton yarn and she says, It was them boots drug him to his death! . . . They say when Old Man OConnor was dying he kep sorter groping on the bed, and Daisy she was expecting any minute then Daisy says, Do you want your big blackthorn stick, Pa? Yes, he says, I dont know where Im going, Daze, and Id just as soon have my stick in my hand! Just now, when the waters of her own soul were running so low, Lilys stream of conversation had its uses; it soothed Gall, it diverted her from too constant a contemplation of the dark current of her own life. It was all real, all human ; Gail was conscious of a little thrill of pleasurable anticipation when Lily got into a narrative vein. And of course there was always . plenty to talk about in Clippersville. Bim? There was always a fire, an accident, Bim. a marriage or divorce to supply InterPictures taken out on the Stanislaus est and to lead the conversation off place with the Stebbinses. Dick, a Into countless collateral and connected d rough-headefellow of lines. twenty, little Sam all freckles and elToday there was the astonishing fact of the Wilcox baby to discuss. An bows. Picnic pictures, up at the dam. Edith, eight-pounboy normally born to a quite a little girl, laughing, with her normal and happy mother, and puteyes glowing under a broad straw hat, ting on an ounce a day nobody io and In the gingham Miss Lotty had Clippersville could believe it, least of made her. Pictures with Papa In them : all the happy parents.. "He acts, Gall said, "like a person Papa opening a bottle of olives Papa going off bicycling with Doctor Smith. In a dream. Ma and Gram, said Lily, went And Edith again and again and again : In her bathing suit ; In a kitchen over to see the baby because Gram apron, with a big spoon ; In her Wbnono, nursed Mrs. Wilcoxs mother for seven with her drying hair all over her shoul- years she was a paralytic and she ders. says that Mrs. Wilcox was crying, and I think I could bear It better, Phil, she ast her would she look at Sterling what do you know about Sterling Gall said sometimes, If Edith had had worm-huntin- Fall Term Now the beauty and sweetness she wanted to If she hadn't had to plug to Mullers day after day. In her shabby little corduroy dress! But she was happy, GaiL She was one of the happiest girls I ever knew. If she could just have you " But this would be too much. Gail must flash from the room, flying, hurrying bowed before the storm. On a certain March Sunday Phil asked Gail rather timidly if she thought it would be a good day to take their luncheon up to the dam. Gail looked up with her perplexed little smile, bringing her thoughts home, drawing her thick dark brows together for a second. Then her serious face brightened. Oh, Phil, itd be a marvelous day for it! He looked at her as If he had never seen her before, although he gave no sign of finding a change In her. But there was something actually beautiful In Gails face now, something disciplined, spiritualized, something for which Phil this morning found the word noble. Somehow he felt a blur over his eyes and a certain dry thickness In his throat, as she began, with all her old readiness and easiness, the familiar preparations. Of course you never saw any sandwiches like them, Milesy, because I Invented them. When Uncle Sam was only a little boy, he and my sister Ariel . . . Stab, stab, stab at her heart Her voice went on. He and my sister Ariel used to ask for heavenly sandwiches, and I used to make them this way deviled ham, and Jelly, and cheese, and anything else I had all together. look went Her mild, kindly to the little boy. Her skillful hands went on slicing the big loaf, trimming crusts, pressing the filled halves of the sandwiches together. See if there are any of those paper napkins on that shelf,, Phil. She looked up, caught her brothers g n ENROLL NOW Write For Catalogue Henager Business College 45 East Broadway, Salt Lake City, Utah Watch for the Squirrel When a squirrel runs across your path, you will be disappointed. KETCHUM BUILDERS SUPPLY Everything In Plumbing 789 West 4tb So. Salt Lake City Bristol Depot Huge Temple Meads station at Bristol, England, is the largest covered freight depot in the world. per week will be paid (or article the best on Why you should use Similar made Goods Intermountain to above. Send your story in prose or verso to Intermountain Products Column, P. O. 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But she liked to hear Gail laugh, just the same, and Phil always rewarded his garrulous little wife with a look of gratitude. Today they also had to discuss, as did all Clippersville, the amazing, the ly now, would sensational bankruptcy of the Murchi- son Flour mills. Rumor had been playing with this possibility for some time, but Clippersville was as full of rumors as an army camp, and nobody had taken seriously the idea that the invincible Murchison fortune might fall. But fallen it had, completely, entirely. The Clippersville mills, the Salinas offices, the New Jersey plant had all passed into other hands, the Chipps mansion was for sale, and the Chipps were going to live, without a servant, on the Los Gatos. ranch and try to make it pay. It was all too bewildering I Why, the mere name Murchison had been one with which to conjure for a generation, and for years everybody had told everybody else that they had been coining money, that tliey had "scads, that they were made of It! The Murchisons and the Chipps, with their trips to New York and their fashionable affiliations with San Francisco and Burlingame! This was a tumble for them, sure enough. They say that Arthur Murchison could have been sent to jail! Clippersville said, not without satisfaction. What dyou suppose will happen to Van, Gail? I was thinking. He was working the New Jersey plant, the last obligation and responsibly, Family System Is Cracking 1 great palliative of the in Japan, Says Observer which a modernized InStaT The Japanese family system, described by Mrs. Hugh Fraser, Pierre Loti and other European visitors to days, Is gradJapan In the pre-wually disintegrating, according to the Tokyo correspondent of the Observer of London, who explains: "This system, which still possesses a good deal of vitality, especially In the country districts, presupposes an attitude toward life utterly different from that of European or American Individualism. It Invests the head of the family with great power over the destinies and property of Its members, and at the same time imposes on him a strong sense of responsibility. It Is a frequent observation that the strongly developed sense of family ar tern and a rapidly growing tlon have brought to Japan. PW, "But the family sysffem , . sapped by many and various f!. the influence of Christian ... lnflltratlon of ieaHngs, western which pictures, may be seen in Japanese small town; transit from the literature of the steady drift away from patrfn-farming and handicrafts to torles and commercial entente, to mention only a few of the e obvious. f Burled First Girl Where your vacation? Second Girl land. were yon (listlessly)-- No The Choice of Millions KG BAKICG POWDER Doable Action Doable Tested Manufactured by baking powder Specialists but baking powder under supervision of expert chemists. who make nothing Same Price Today as 44 Years Ago 25 ounces for 250 You can also buy A full Highest Quality ounce can for 15 ounce can for XO XO X5 Always Dependable P at I heard. I thought he was abroad? He was with another boy. Or he was going. Mrs. Chipp told Edith A pause. Gail saw Mullers book department, and the fashionable, Mrs. Chiijp pausing to patronize grave little Edith in her corduroy dress. Hell have to get to work now! Phil said, with a chuckle. Every penny he had came from his stepfather, Gail added, and If Mr. Murchison really Is down and out, Van will have a hard time! Probly the best thing that could happen to him!" Lily opined heartlessly. They talked of other things, but they always came back to the Murchison failure. The March day grew very hot at the dam; there was no wind. Lilys three little boys after lunch crept into the shade near the grown-ups- , and laying whining, panting, and fretting, their faces flushed and wet with heat. Dreamily, as If absently, Gail began to tell them a story. Well, once there were three little boys, just the ages of you and Miles and Danny, Wolfe. Their names were Hammy, Jammy, and Sammy Hammy, Jammy, and Sammy Formaldehyde. They were relations of the immortal family? asked Phil in the pause, his heart beat quickening. Gail had fallen to dreaming, with her eyes far away. She roused herself, They were smiled a little. They were Monicas children. "Oh, Monica married then? "Monica married a sewing-machin- e agent." Oh? said Phil. A look ot peace came into his kind, worried eyes. He settled back. Go ahead! he said. The hot spring sun beat down upon the sapphire waters of the dam, but where the creek widened and spread at Its mouth the shade of the redwoods fell, and there was greenness and coolness. Only the dragonflies were moving In the fragrant March world; there was no cloud In the Italian blue of the sky, no splash of fish In the white-glove- d dam. Up on the surrounding ring of the guardian hills the lilac was still blooming, In pale blue plumes; the manza-nit- a streaked the summits with creamy lines; even the bay trees bore golden tips. A bluejay screamed like a bullet through the air, and was gone. Then silence, and the ripple ripple ripple of the water that accentuated the silence once more, and Gails slow, rich, hesitating voice beginning the new chronicles of the Formaldehydes. But no Formaldehyde story had ever affected Gail before quite as this one did. This was new. This was creation. The hour marked a change in Gail, and she felt It without realizing just what it meant. She knew, vaguely, that everything was different, on this March Sunday the sky bluer than she had ever known it before, the buttercups more mysteriously golden, every new leaf, every crystal shadow In the dam or flash of diamonds in the creek penetrated with new meaning, with unearthly light. Phil, in his shabby old clothes, Lily, already a little clumsy and slow In movement, seemed to thrill and throb with the cosmic pulse of the whole great world, and more than all more than sky and trees, creek water and blossoming spring Gail felt herself alive, alive with everything that lived. Gail Lawrence, nearly twenty-seve- n blue-eye- d years old, tawny-headelithe, strong, adequate feeling, remembering, acting, loving and suffering was living at lastl The miracle of It remained with her as they went home In the late afternoon ; stayed with her illuminating, changing all the commonplaces of life into glory. 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