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Show THE PROGRESSIVE OPINION , -- NOft&IS W.N.U.REltAS 1 " '1 GHZ--. its,. f -- klw. f"--"- mi, Z frj(,i5 THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte (Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan at Saint Dorothea'i convent school since she was seven, knows almost nothing of her early history. Judge Judson Marshbanks and Emma Haskell are her guardians and when she Is twenty, Emma gets her a secretarial Job with Mrs. Porter In San Francisco, for whom Emma Is house-keeper. At the Marshbanks mansion she meets the Judge's dictatorial old mother; Amy, rich debutante daughter of his dead brother, Fred; and Fran, his gay young second wife. Emma tells Cherry that her unmarried sister Charlotte was Cherry's mother and she learns from the Judge that Amy's father was also her father. Kelly Coates, a young artist, takes Cherry along so Fran wiU visit his studio. Cherry can see he Is very much in love with Fran and is Jealous. Mrs. Porter dies and Cherry goes to Stanford University, living with the Prin-gle- s at Palo Alto. Fran tells Cherry she has decided to do the honorable thing and see Kelly no more. Soon afterward he asks Cherry to marry him, although Fran will always be the "unattainable woman." Her answer is no; she wants no Fran in the background. Emma teUs Cherry that she is not Charlotte Raw-ling- s but Amy Marshbanks, her sister having secretly exchanged the babies. Judge Marshbanks confirms this, saying be has a statement Fred swore to on his deathbed. His mother, unobserved in a deep chair, overhears this, seizes the papers and throws them into the grate fire. Amy, twenty-on- e in a few days, is going to marry Count Gogo Constan-tino. Kelly caUs to see Cherry and con-gratulates her on being Amy Marsh-banks. Cherry Is happy when KeUy says he hasn't seen Fran In weeks. Now continue with the story. When Cherry reached the door, Martin was on his knees, and the body of his master shot through the heart was resting against his shoulder. CHAPTER XTV "I never guessed it because it isn't true," Amy answered, in proud distaste. "It is true, my child. Your fbther was a fascinating man. Women were drawn to him." "Cherry and I are the same age," Amy protested. "He was married. I don't of course, I don't believe it!" "Cherry was born two months too soon. Her mother was Charlotte Rawlings, the younger sister of Emma Haskell, who was your grandfather's nurse for years my housekeeper after that . . ." "You are not hurting me," Cherry said steadily, interrupting. "You are talking of Amy's mother." Amy turned to Cherry, pathetic and bewildered. "What is all this. Cherry? What's she talking about? I think my grandmother's losing her mind. What's it all about?" "I saw Emma a few weeks ago, up in the mountains," Cherry began, speaking in a voice suddenly hoarse and weak. "She told me that that there had been a mistake in in you and me in our identities, Amy, when we were just newborn ba-bies ..." "Of which there is absolutely no proof!" put in the old lady harshly. "There was proof. Judge Marsh-banks will tell Amy so if she asks him," Cherry was beginning, when Amy interrupted again in her turn: "You mean I'm not Amy Marsh-banks, and my father's and moth-er's child and Grandfather Welling-ton's grandchild? But that's so idi-otic." "You are right, Amy," said Mrs. Marshbanks, more quietly than she had yet spoken. "You are absolutely right, my darling, and I am proud of you. And now, girls, no more of it. It's late, and I am going to bed. Good night, Amy." "What do you suppose got her?" Amy asked in a whisper when they were in the hall. "She gets the most crack-braine- d ideas! Come into my room, Cherry. No, come on in a minute. Is any of that true? Was my father really your father, too?" "Emma says so," Cherry admit-ted, sick of the whole thing. "Uncle say so?" "Yes. Yes. He told me long ago. When I was here after Mrs. Porter died." "Honest?" Amy asked, between a smile and a frown. And Cherry could see that she was not wholly displeased with the idea. "So Emma and my father " mused Amy, a deep dimple appearing in her flaw-less little cheek. "Not Emma. Emma's younger sister, Charlotte. She was only nine-teen. She was just out of boarding school." "That makes us cousins, doesn't it?" Amy asked, still marveling at the strangeness of it. "No, it doesn't," she corrected it quickly, "it makes us half sisters!" Cherry was standing looking at the other girl steadily. "I think I'll go to bed, Amy. I'm terribly tired." She went to her room and began slowly to undress. Before she fell asleep she heard Fran and the judge come in, and Amy's voice in the hall: "Uncle Jud, could I speak to you a minute?" "Tonight?" said the judge's pleas-ant voice in answer. "If I could, Uncle!" "All right, trot down to the libra-ry, there's a fire there," Cherry heard him say, and then Fran's voice, "If it's that comic-oper- a count, Jud, be firm with her!" He followed Amy down, and there was silence abovestairs. Cherry ner-vously excited, got into bed intend-ing to wait until Amy came up, apd to gather, if she could from Amy's manner how the conference had gone. But she was too sleepy. Long before the light in the hall went out she was deep in dreams. They were troubled dreams. Someone was in danger. A hoarse voice called out, "Help, help, help!" Cherry sat up in bed, terrified at darkness, sweat suddenly cold on her hands and spine and brow. What was it? Somebody had called "Help!" A shout came from the floor be- - low, and then the sound of a revolver shot clove the darkness sharply. Cherry was at the door now. The hall lights rushed up and the light over the stairs. Amy was at the switch, pallid with fright; stout, sturdy Molly, with May and some of the other maids behind her, was running dowp from the upper floor. Fran, clinging to the banister, was on the stairs. "What was that?" Fran said, in a quick quiet voice. "Let's not lose our heads. It was nothing." They all ran downstairs after Fran. Old Martin, the butler, was in the lead and they saw him pause at the library door. "They've got him!" he said brokenly. When Cherry reached the door, Martin was on his knees, and the body of his master, shot through the heart, was resting limply against his shoulder. Days went by. There was a dread-ful silence in the house; a feeling of emptiness, even though it was filled with people. Old Mrs. Marshbanks murmuring to Fran in Fran's room; Amy tearful and frightened in hers; Cherry coming and going with a col-orless, shocked face; Gregory Marshbanks, tall and g and serious, home from college; Molly and May, the two upstairs servants. Helene the maid, the Chi-nese cook and his helper, Martin the butler, Rousseau the chauffeur, these were all there. And besides these were officers of the law who had opened doors and blocked boxes, taken their posts gively and regularly at the en-trances, checking everyone who went out and in. Judge Marshbanks had fallen back across his own chair, had slipped to the floor; it had been his voice they had first heard, shouting for help; Cherry recognized it as she remembered that dreadful sound in the silent night. Since then the place had been in full possession of the authorities. The family, the seryants were being eternally summoned for questions. Fran had repeated to everyone's satisfaction her simple story. She had come home from a Burlingame party with her husband at about midnight. She had felt restless and headachy that evening, and Judge Marshbanks, who always was glad to get home at a reasonable hour, had been delighted to bring her back before the party was well under way. The judge, her story went on, had gone into the library for a talk with his niece, Amy Marshbanks, and Fran had gone to bed. She had heard nothing until his dreadful cry of "Help!" had rung through the house. Amy was a poor witness in her own behalf, crying bitterly, and breaking out with frightened with every word. She had asked Uncle Jud to talk to her that night no, she wouldn't say about what no, he hadn't gotten angry at her nor she at him yes, it had agitated her a good deal she had cried yes, she had said, "Then I'll kill myself!" as Martin testified. But Martin, going about to put out the lights, knew that she had gone upstairs before he spoke to Uncle, before Uncle said to him, "I've a lit-tle business to finish here, Martin. I'll put out the lights!" "Had the announcement of your prospective marriage anything to do with this conversation. Miss Marsh-banks?" Amy had been asked. She had hesitated, had answered. "Not exactly." Amy was twenty-on- e now, and society had been duly notified, through the press, of her intention to become the third Countess Con-stantino. On the other hand, the murdered man's mother had proved an in-comparable witness. She had an-swered questions thoughtfully, even-ly, not wincing away from even the most appalling details. "Who killed Judson Marshbanks?" headlined the newspapers. Every-one speculated, and everyone's guess seemed as reasonable as that of everyone else's. "Cherry, you must have a the-ory," Kelly said on day when they were climbing the hill at Sausalito behind Topcote. "I have about four," she answered judicially. "And Amy would add one to that. She has strong suspi-cions of you." "Interesting," commented Kelly. "But after all, she may have no more than four," pursued Cherry, "for one of my four is Amy her-self. Oh, I don't really think she had anything to do with it!" she in-terrupted his quick, surprised look. "But she had a motive. She knew fhat Uncle Jud was the only per-son who could really do anything about this question of her identity and mine. She was frightened about the shame of it, and the money, of course, and above all, about Gogo. Amy knew in her heart that Gogo would leave her flat if anything like that came out." "Do Amy," Kelly said, in a mild-ly pleased tone, "suspects me?" "I don't say she su A. But she knows you lled rn, id that you were there that night, and she asked me the other day if I thought by any chance you and Un-cle Jud could have had a quarrel." "Ha! I wonder .if she suspects Gogo?" "She was in perfect terror until he'd been cleared." "Amy acts like a person complete-ly innocent." "She does, but at the same time she and I and the old lady are hid-ing what did actually go on that night, what the discussions and quarrels were about, and I marvel sometimes that they, the police, don't smell a rat!" ' "There's Fran," Kelly said thoughtfully, stuffing his pipe. "Oh, she wouldn't! Who was she telephoning to that night, Kelly?" "Any one of a dozen men. Men fall for her the way soft coal goes into basements."' A few moments later, they re-turned to the house. Cherry pulled on her hat and handed Kelly her coat to hold for her. "I hate to go back!" she said. Kelly adjusted the collar in back, square her about with his big hands on her shoulders and carefully but-toned her coat. "You don't have to go back, you know," he said, after a moment in which he had cleared his throat. "It would be so good," she said, her raised face close to his, "to be-long here. Just peaceful days and meals and digging in the garden and climbing the hill!" "Why don't you do it, Cherry?" "Because from the very begin-ning, Kelly, from the time I first knew you, I've known you didn't love me. And if I ever came here," Cherry said, "I'd want you to be so mad about me that you could hardly bear it. I'd want you to feel that marriage marriage between us was a miracle, and that if ever we had a child it would be a mira-cle to you, too, just as it would be to me!" "And suppose I said that it was that way with me. Cherry," the man answered, catching her lightly by the upper arms with both big hands, holding her face to face with him. "Suppose I told you, on my sacred oath, that for weeks, months, I didn't know what was the matter with me, and that after you went away this summer it came to me suddenly that it was you that it's been you for a long time. What would you say then. Marchioness?" "I'd say " she stammered, "don't don't fool me, Kelly." "Cherry," he asked, and now she was crushed so tight against his heart that she could not find breath to answer, "will you marry me, darling? Will you change my whole life for me, and make it the most wonderful life that any man ever had in this world? Will you. Mar-chioness?" . . . After a while he had to take her home. For even with the most ex-peditious plans in the world, they had to wait until such time as they could drive to San Rafael for a mar-riage license, and Cherry had to ob-tain permission from the authori-ties to leave the Marshbanks bouse. (TO BE CONTINUED) Roaring Sun j The sun is a greaiToITH nace. We see it but cannot v it because noise is conveyed by waves in matter, such W or liquids or solids. Light as ait veyed through a non-m- "something" called the Ft?' which seems to be evenn7v Between, us and the sun is nn terial substance, so sound r-pass to us, only light. noti Incidentally, we may ' that if sound could come to u light does, from the sun We h ' iS all be permanently deafened Most of the pleasure in giVjn. , knowing that your gift is ciated. For those smokers on v Christmas list, there are eift. to please. Send Camel cigaI' either in the Camel Christ Carton or the Camel "HoUd House" package of four "flat 11 ties." Either way you Z mild, flavorful Camels-t- he 'sen! ice man's favorite. If he smoker pipe, send him the big pound can ister of Prince Albert Smokin, Tobacco the National Joy Smoke And if he's m the service, these gifts are even more appropriate for cigarettes and tobacco are the service man's favorite gifts. Both Camels and Prince Albert are sp-ecially Christmas wrapped. Your dealer is featuring them as gift, sure to please. Adv. $) &? (HOME ZZTbiA FRONTS TT IS high time to think of a gift or two for Aunt Emily and Sis-ter Sue. Why not give aprons this year? Your piece bag is sure to have many odds and ends of rick rack braid and bias binding and bright scraps of material which will do for trimmings with a --yard remnant of plain ging-ham or unbleached muslin. The diagram gives you cutting dimensions for the skirt and shows how to shape the waistline. It is easy to add a straight bib if you AND SHAPE THE ifej WAISUINE wj IBLUE BANDS WITH l'f ii- -' ORANGE BIAS TAPE like. Use wider belts, about 2Vz inches finished, for the bibless type and cut the ties about four inches wide. These three aprons will give you ideas for any num-ber of trimmings. Be lavish with bright color for this is the season for gay gifts to bring good cheer. NOTE These aprons are from Mrs. Spears' BOOK 4 which also contains di-rections for more than thirty other gifts and things to make for the home, from inexpensive new materials and odds and ends of things on hand. Copies will be postpaid at 10 cents each. Address: MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS Bedford Hills New lork Drawer 10 Enclose 10 cents for Book 4. j Name Address NO ASPBHIN candoraoreforyou thanSt. Joseph Aspirin, j So why pay more? World's largest seller at 10. 36 tablets 20. 100 for only 35. Attractive Simplicity In SlipEmbroidery simplicity is the ATTRACTIVE four pillow slip motifs, all of which come on one pattern, Z9405. Cross stitch water-lilie- s and a delightful rose bou-quet make two pairs; another pair is to be banded with the interest-ing lazy daisy motif, and the fourth pair bears an engaging row of miniature baskets. Replace worn out slips with new ones embroidered in these captivating designs. Pattern Z9405 is 15 cents. The transfer will stamp several sets of each if you wish. Send your order to: AUNT MARTHA Box 166-- Kansas City, Mo. Enclose 15 cents for each pattern desired. Pattern No Name Address The best is none too good for our men in the service. That's why it's worthwhile consulting them for their gift preferences this Christ-mas. According to surveys made in camps and barracks, cigarettes and smoking tobacco head the list as the gifts preferred by our boys in O. D. and blue. Camel is their favorite cigarette (based on sales records in Post Exchanges and Canteens). If he's a r, a big favorite is Prince Albert Smoking Tobacco, the largest-sellin- g tobacco in the world. You have your choice of the Camel Christmas Carton, or the Camel "Holiday House" package con-taining four "flat fifties." Prince Albert is packaged in the pound canister. All are handsomely gift packaged with space for your Christmas message. Your dealer is featuring them now. Adv. ' ' hits Yh HEAD GOLD X'i Put up each nostril. It (1) shrinks swollen membranes, (2) soothes irritation (3) helps dear raid- - ' clogged nose. Follow directions . in folder. VA-Iku9'- .l 'VI 'or 3'r's w', 'las,en dealing Relief At Last Vll0'byexreerlineav"inyg ciarruitsaetidonpimwpiltehs For Your Cough Creomulsion relieves promptly be-cause it goes right to the seat of the trouble to help loosen and expel germ laden phlegm, and aid nature to soothe and heal raw, tender, in-flamed bronchial mucous mem-branes. Tell your druggist to sell you a bottle of Creomulsion with the un-derstanding you must like the way it quickly allays the cough or you are to have your money back. 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Asfe your neighbor! seibte m WNU W 4942 rHTT-- ALWAYS . pU II". 1 II 1 room.. I l to combine ,i0." it 1 I MIW 550.000 I C0Ff SHOP 111 FJ-s"'- ''i" 11 SNAPPY FACTS y N ABOUT fe) RUBBER In 749 war production plonU,73 per cont of 434,600 worker arrive by private automobiles That's why war workers mo it hcre tires. When il is understood that 54,000 communities in this country depend entirely upon highway transporta-tion, the importance of the rubber situation will be appreciated. There were 10.78 pounds of crude rubber In the average patien-cje- r car tire made in 1940. In 1941 the rubber content was increased to 10.83 pounds. The overall weight o! the average passenger car tire in 1940 was 21.55 pounds, while in 1941 it was 21.69 pounds. There Is a farmer In Oibom Iowa, who still carries as a " Iceable spare, a tire that came on his car as original equipment in 1917. He lacks up the wheel when the car is not in use. Fnd the Scrap to Eliminate the JP HOTEL BEN LOMOND I OGDEN, UTAH .riJv. 850 Roon-- 350 B.th. . J2.00 to UM F.mil, Room, for t penonu . . J4.00 Air Cooled Loonge and Lobby Dialm Room Coffoe Shop T.p Room Homo of vllV7 K'"" Executive. Ch.mber of Commerc. .d Ad Clnb Hotel Ben Lomond OGDEN. UTAH .J Hubrt B. Vlilck, Mr. S.' Our Judgment " 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own." Ale-xander Pope. Speaking From Behind "A man behind the times is apt to speak ill of them, on the princi-ple that nothing looks well from behind." Oliver Wendell Holmes, Pleasing One Side The best way to please one half of the world is not to mind what the other half says. Goldsmith. NATIONAL AFFAIRS Reviewed by CARTER FIELD Machine Tools Effect Jap War Effort . . Willkie Helped in Hoaxing Hitler . . . BeYl Syndlcate-W-NU FeaturM. WASHINGTON. - The Achilles' heel of Japan is machine tools. This of men who have is the judgment been studying the Japanese indus-trial structure, and reporting to Washington, for many years. If they are right, and the government is inclined to believe that they are, then this weakness may well prove disastrous. Right up until the outbreak of the war Japan bought all her machine tools abroad. A considerable frac-tion of them came from the United States. A larger fraction came from Germany. There is no thought that Nippon does not at present have an adequate supply, even for replace-ment when those now in service wear out. But even this is tricky, for it is very difficult to project accurately the wear on machine tools. A few surprises might leave the Japanese without tools for some vital opera-tion in the construction of planes, tanks, guns, or whatnot. This, how-ever, would just be bad luck for the Japanese, and good luck for us. It might easily not happen unless the war ran on to utterly unexpected lengths. Remember that Japan pre-pared for a long war. A war that contemplated the dictation of peace terms in Washington MUST have been envisioned as a very long war. So it is reasonable to suppose that the Japs took plenty of precautions to have an adequate supply for what-ever length of time they figured the war would last, plus a little more just in case. Weakness of Jap Zero Planes Perhaps the best illustration of how the thing might work would be the Zero plane, of which we have heard so much. Bear in mind that the Japanese prepared for this war not only by extensive training, but by actual combat in China for more than four years. In China, how-ever, the only opposition by air pow-er was so small, that, despite its bravery and skill, it was not calcu-lated to show up the weaknesses of any Japanese planes. In the Southwest Pacific, however, the weakness of the Zero has been abundantly demonstrated. When a certain definite weakness developed in the Flying Fortress (lack of defensive power) it was promptly corrected. But changing a model involves not only a lot of work, and some holdup of produc-tion, but new machine tools. Not just NEW tools, but DIFFERENT tools. Mentioned Second Front On European Continent Wendell Willkie played a tremen-dous part in the Roosevelt-Churchi- ll hoaxing of the Axis about the North African invasion, but every indica-tion is that Willkie merely obeyed orders, with no more information about the major strategy than a de-tachment of infantry ordered to hold a Bridge at all hazards in order to carry out a scheme which only the general and a few aides compre-hend. This is the considered opinion of some Washington observers. They have even reconstructed the conver-sation between F.D.R. and Willkie before the' 1940 candidate started on his round the world trip. They fig- ure that the President, toying with his cigarette holder, was unusually gracious, even stating frankly that he wanted Mr. Willkie to feel free to say anything he thought neces-sary. Lest Willkie, through a desire not to upset any apple carts, should fail to stress the point F.D.R. and Churchill wanted stressed, observers believe the President actually men-tione- d the second front to Willkie. For instance like this: When you arrive in Moscow you will find the Russians are crazy for the United States and Britain to start a second front in Europe at once. If you think, after surveying the situation for yourself, that there SHOULD be a second front in Europe, do not hesitate to say so. Now bear in mind that, with this sort of instruction, and after his own observations in Egypt, Willkie was bound to use the words "in Eu-rope" after the words "second front in any statement he made He would not, obviously, just sav "second front" without adding "it, Europe;- - because he would know, from his visit to Egypt, that there WAS a second front in North Africa already. But he would also know that Sta- lin, for a very long time, has been Misting that this North African front was not enough. Zzi spite of its exutence. and in spite of the very obvious importance of the de- fense of Egypt, and with ,t Suez Canal and the supply i4 the Russia via the to Red Sea, Stalin want ed more. He wanted would result in detaching something the German armies attacking V country. So Staiin about a second talk.H the words "in Europe'. em PhaW nnri"er, migM figure- - easily, that reasons might force Church Hence and Roosevelt into starting one' Hitler would accordingly lav hlS pIans t&euni-N-- Hitler did not want a little Bain He ke the sinking of a few troop shms' wanted another Dunkirk. li booty and prestige it would He was badly fooled. Buy War Bonds Others' Business I tend to the business of other people, having lost my own. Hor-ace. As We Sing Let me make the songs of a n-ation, and I care not who make its laws. Andrew Fletcher. |