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Show NO COMPARISON She understands, she said softly. She knows about being in love. The storm .had blown itself out The wind was quiet, now, and sunset colors, deepening into night, streaked the sky in the west The storm was no longer a menace. Happy? Bruce asked, above the noise of the engine. Mmm Barbara nestled closer into the curve of his arm. It wasnt all being happy, she thought. She felt different, older, quite grown up. It didnt seem possible that only this morniDg she had been perfectly happy because it was her birthday and there were going to be presents and a party. Bruce, she said, thinking aloud. than the The life of love is better love of life. Sally Sez -- ! Hmm? Ill never be perfectly happy again. Why not? he asked, surprised and a little hurt. SYNOPSIS Time counts when youre in pain! Insist on genuine Bayer Aspirin, not only for its safety but for its speed. - The tablet that is stamped Bayer dissolves at ence. 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Only Bruce was nicer looking than any of the others, more friendly and amusing. Father liked him espeThe children liked him, too. cially. And she had liked him the way she liked old Bamon the shoemaker and Manuel who took her sailing and all of her Provincetown friends. . . . Babbie ! Look at me, Babbie. She couldnt look at him then. She looked, instead, at a puffy cloud sailing across the sky. This summer it had been different From the very first, she decided. It was the way Bruce had looked at her the day he came back to Provincetown last June. Youre growing up. Babbie, Bruce had said and somehow the look in his smiling blue eyes had made her feel happy and shy. Babbie, dear . . His voice sounded sorry about something. Maybe Bruce had guessed and was sorry because she loved him so much. Her heart turned over with the surprise of a discovery. Why, she loved Bruce, Dot as she loved Father and the children, but in another way, the way Mother had loved Father. That was why it had been different this summer. That was why she wanted to cry, sometimes, and was always imagining things. Bruce had guessed. He must have known it all along, when he was teasing her and telling her things about her eyes. Bruce had guessed. He was sorry because she wild-cherr- y York She felt so miserable she wanted to die. But Bruce mustnt be sorry for her. She swallowed past a sudden lump in her throat and made her voice sound gay. Well," she said, not looking at I hope youll have a nice trip. Bruce heard her voice, gay and lilting and unconcerned. A shadow slipped across his face. He couldnt see that her lashes were wet with tears. The sky had clouded over. The wind was rising. Its going to storm, Bruce said. Wed better turn back. Where did it come from? Barbara asked. Its been a beautiful day. There was a red sky this morning. They had turned and were walking rapidly. The wind rose higher, blowing the sand, frothing the waves with him, white-cap- s. Bed sky at morning Sailors take warning, Barbara sang, exhilarated by the wind. That isnt good poetry, is it, Brfrce? Better save your breath, hd ad- ' vised. He took her hand and they' tried to run. The wind pushed them back. The blowing sand stung their eyes. The waves made a crashing-soundpounding against the shore. Barbara cried, clinging Bruce I cant move ! I fast to his hand. cant keep my feet on the ground I Try, he shouted, bending his head , If we can make so she could hear. that shack They had noticed it as they walked up the beach, a shack made of planks and branches crazily nailed together, set in a sheltered curve of the sand bank. Children had built it, they thought. They had smiled at It as they "walked up the beach. Now it seemed a safe haven, a refuge from the storm. They made it after a struggle, dropped, breathless and panting, on the sand the flimsy roof of pine beneath 33 branches. It was a refuge of sorts. In the , ! HOTEL TEMPLE SQUARE 200 Rooms 200 Tile Baths Radio connection in every room. RATES FROM 1.50 Jiut opposite Mormon Tabernacle ERNEST C. ROSSITER, Mgr WNU 19 W I she gravely explained, be thinking about all the taxis that could run over you, and germs and bombs and things. Darling! The anxiety In her voice amused and touched him. Go with me tomorrow, he said softly. Dont lets wait. "I couldnt, Bruce, she said firmly, although her heart beat faster at the thought If we put in a heater, Ill have to be here because anybody could cheat Father. And Ill have to see Miss Abbie about making some dresses for Gay, and Jamie ought to have his tonsils out and Fall house cleaning, I suppose, he teased. Dont tease, Bruce. Her hand on his arm asked him to understand. You know how Father Is. Hes a darling but he just doesnt know about dresses and tonsils and things. I Her voice trembled. I dont know how theyll manage Bruce heard a stifled sob. His arm tightened around her. MarTheyll manage, he said. tha is efficient. And youll be here in the summer. Perhaps In a year or two we can give up the job In New York. At Christmas, Babbie his lips were against her hair if you wont go with me tomorrow? If Yes, she promised gravely. Father doesnt mind. Darling I love you so much. There were lights in the house. Together they unlatched the gate and walked up the path to the steps. What will your father say? Bruce asked, holding tight to her hand. Father loved Mother very much, she answered softly. I think he will understand. She stood on the lowest step and the light from the fanlight fell on her curly brown hair. Babbie, he asked, do you hear it now the song of the silver flute? Ill always hear it, she said. Our environment has much to do. With oar happiness, this whole life through. So why not try to do our bit, Remembering were a part of it, AND PATRONIZE HOME INDUSTRY HEWllEIYKS: A factory has been found in the south of France. Utah High School of Beauty Culture 3rd Floor gray-shingle- fire. ... Barbara, listening, almost held her breath. Was it only a story? She forgot the storm, forgot to be frightened. Was Bruce talking to her? They played in the woodland together, he continued, the gypsy boy and the gypsy girl whose face was the shape of a heart. The boy didnt dare to tell her he loved her because she was a little girl, no higher than his heart, and he wasnt sure that she knew about being in love. . . Barbaras heart beat fast. A ring of twisted gold ! She pressed it against her cheek. The boy had a silver flute, Bruce He played it only for continued. her. At night whnethe moon was shining he played for her on his silver flute. The flute knew only one song I love you, little gypsy girl with the roses in your hair. He hoped she would understand the song of the silver flute. He hoped she would love him, too. She heard it singing in her heart, the song of the silver flute. It was amazing but it was true. Barbara lifted her head, saw the expression in Bruces eyes, saw and understood. The smile that was close to tears touched her lips again. ... Lake City, Utah . THIS WEEKS PRIZE STORY Two tramps stopped this morning and asked for a bite to eat: I gave em INTERMOUNTAIN coffee, INTERMOUNTAIN ham, INTERMOUNTAIN home-groeggs, INTERMOUNTAIN jam. constructed were biscuits My From INTERMOUNTAIN flour. And now I see them doing Ten or fourteen mites an hour. They tipped their hats when parting As a gentle person should. Anyone can feel this grateful Using INTERMOUNTAIN food. Sincerely yours, MRS. GENE ANDERSEN, Wilder, Idaho. P. S. The following incident really happened this morning. d & AWNING CO. Tents Awnings Camping Supplies "Everything in Canvas Goods 270 S. W. Temple Salt Lake City I love you so much. ... Salt SPERE TENT Forever and ever. Darling, darling! The front door opened and Kit stood in the rectangle of light. His voice Is that you, Babs? sounded strained and hoarse. What is it? she asked, her heart thumping wildly with fright. I we Kit paused and gulped. Barbara knew he was trying not to million believers profess Christianity in Syria, largely due to the French. One-ha- lf ASK YOUR DRUGGIST it? she asked again. It its Father, Kit answered, not trying, now, to choke back unmanly He went sailing with Mr. tears. Loring and the wind broke the rigging and the boom must have hit Father because when they got him Father! The word was a heartbroken sob. All of the color ebbed out of her cheeks. Her eyes were tragically large. Oh no, Kit! No! Tears splashed over Kits thin cheeks. His chin quivered like a childs. Babsl he sobbed. Fathers drowned FOR COLD CREAM cry. What Bldg., NAME Always? through a fog, a dim white ghost of fear. She shivered and pressed closer to Bruce. he asked, conscious Frightened? of the shiver. She nodded, seeing it still, the dim white ghost of fear. Why? I dont know. Sing to me, Bruce. Ill tell you a story instead. She nestled That will be nice. A him, sighed. story, happy against please. Child, Bruce thought, feeling still the hurt of her unconcerned, I hope youll have a nice trip. He saw her fingers curling around his hand and all other emotions were lost in tenderness. She was a frightened child, clinging to him, wanting to be comforted. Once upon a time, he began, his lips close to her ear, there was a gypsy boy who loved very dearly a little gypsy girl. Her face was the shape of a heart. The boy thought It was a beautiful face. He saw It everywhere, In the clouds, in the forest pools. In the flames of the gypsy Clift Ths Beauty Culture Profession Knows no Depression Yog cm go lean a prgfassion that will naka yea Independaat SIS ear neath only for tin coraplata for ths rest al rear dart. taarse al sla nanUis. Inastitata ear aara while roe leara plea Mail In coapae. Phone ar write tar ear catalopia. 1 . loved him so much. . . . Im leavBabbie, he said again. ing tomorrow. Im going back to New Because, Ill always ... ... End ColdstoQuick. TIE was an easy victim CHAPTER II ... Seize Golden Moment The man who loses his opportunity loses himself. . On her eighteenth birthday, Barbara, motherless daughter of Christopher Thorne, lovable but Impractical artist, awakes with lively anticipation of the Joys of the day. She receives, among other presents, a birthday ring from Bruce MacLaln, young artist friend of the family, but more than friend to Barbara. Barbara and Bruce go plcknicking on the sands at sheltered curve of the sand bank they were protected from the fury of the wind. Through a film of blowing sapd they saw the waves dashing up on the beach. They waited for the rain. No rain? Barbara asked, after an interval. Its a wind storm, Bruce answered. Are you cold? Sort of. Wish we had the blankets. Come here. There! Thats better, isnt it? It was lovely, she thought, to have Bruce hold her close, to feel through the soft flannel shirt the comforting warmth of his body. The wind shook the flimsy roof. Its like the storm Manuel tells about. Barbaras voice was tinged You remember, Bruce- with awe. when seventeen men were drowned. That storm came on a beautiful day. Thinking of Manuels story made her suddenly afraid. Why? She didnt know. It was like something seen AN IN.TERMOUNTAIN Is PRODUCT The trouble with getting into trouble is that the exits are so darn hard to find when you want to get out. itwti iSK SARROVCBRANDDCKIES In Trade UTAH WOOLEN MILLS For BLANKETS Your Salt Lake City, Utah Write for Catalogue and Details Wool ! CHAPTER III GASOLINE All day they People were kind. house. came to the Everybody was sorry and kind and anxious to help. Cousin Evie arrived from Providence and was installed in Gays room. Aunt Josephine, she reported, was just getting over one of her spells and would come as soon ns the doctor gave her permission to travel. Cousin Evie was tall and thin with crimped yellow-gra- y hair and a long pink nose. In Providence she was merely Aunt Josephines echo, a poor relation, often enough snubbed and disregarded. In house she felt imthe portant. Cousin Julia came from Augusta, Maine, and Jamie moved up with Kit. Cousin Julia felt important wherever she was because she was Aunt Josephine's daughter. She was large and rosy and handsome and very efficient and kind. Aunt Lola wired from Florida, where she had gone for the winter. She was leaving at once, the telegram said. Uncle Herbert wired from his office in Pittsburgh that business would detain him there until the end of the week. After that, he would start for Province-towHe and Aunt Emma and the boys sent sympathy and love. gray-shingle- gray-shingle- d d n. 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