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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER. RANDOLPH, UTAH 7avotite Kecijae MM TTDn ILARfnMKM KOOL-AI- CHAPTER I 1 . Sherwood Park is twelve miles from Washington. Starting as a somewhat pretentious suburb on the main line of a railroad, it was blessed with easy accessibility until encroaching trolleys swept the tide of settlement away from it, and left it high and dry its train service, unable to compete with modern motor vehicles, increasingly inefficient. Property values, inevitably, decreased. The little suburb degenerated, grew less fashionable. People who might have added social luster to its gatherings moved away. The frame houses, which at first had made such a brave showing, became a bit down at the heel. The Barnes cottage was saved from the universal lack of loveliness by its simple lines, its white paint and green blinds. Yet the paint had peeled in places, and the concrete steps which followed the line of the two terraces were cracked and worn. Old Baldwin Barnes had bought his house on the instalment plan, and his children were still paying for it. Old Baldwin had succumbed to the deadly monotony of writing the same inscription on red slips through thirty years of faithful service in the Pension Office, and had left the world with his debts behind him. He had the artistic temperament which his son inherited. Julia was like her mother who had died two years before her husband. Mrs. Barnes had been unimaginative and capable. It was because of her that Julia had married an architect, and was living in a snug apartment in Chicago, that Baldwin Junior had gone through college and had some months at an art school before the war came on, and that Jane, the youngest, had a sense of thrift, and an intensive experience in domestic economy. As for the rest of her, Jane was twenty, slender as a Florentine page, and fairly pretty. She was in love with life and liked to talk about it. Young Baldwin said, indeed, with the frankness of a brother, that Jane ran on like a babbling brook. She was running on this November morning, as she and young Baldwin ate breakfast together. Jane always got the breakfast. Sophy, a capable Negro woman, came over later to help with the housework, and to put the six oclock dinner on the table. But it was Jane who started the percolator, poached the eggs, and made the toast on the electric toaster, while young Baldwin read the Washington Post. He read bits out loud when he was in the mood. He was not always in the mood, and then Jane talked to him. He did not al- ways listen, but that made no difference. Jane had named the percolator Philomel, because of its purling harmonies. Dont you love it, Baldy? Her brother, with one eye on the paper, was eating his grapefruit. Love what? Philomel. Silly stuff It isnt. I like to hear it sing. In my present mood I prefer a hymn of hate. She buttered a slice of toast for him. Well, of course, youd feel like that. He took the Who wouldnt? toast from her, and buried himsdlf in his paper, so Jane buttered another slice for herself and ate it in protesting silence plus a poached egg, and a cup of coffee rich with yellow cream and much sugar. Janes thinness made such indulgence possible. I simply love breakfast, she continued. Is there anything you dont love, Janey? with a touch of irritation. Yes. What? You. He stared .at her over the top of the sheet.. I like that! Well, you wont talk to me, Baldy. It isnt my fault if you hate the world. No, it isnt. He laid down the paper. But Ill tell you this, Janey, Im about through. She caught her breath, then flung out, Oh, youre not. Be a good sport, Baldy. Things are bound to come your way if you wait He gave a short laugh and rose I wish 1 had your optimism." I wish'-yohad. FLUFF DESSERT 1 2 d cup sugar eggs Juice M lemon 4 cups water Place sugar and 3 cups water in pan and bring to boil. 2. To this add 1 cup cold water to which has been added the com starch, egg yolks, salt, butter and lemon juice. 3. Cook until thick, stirring constantly. 4. Remove from fire and add Kool-Aimixing well. Then fold in stiffly beaten egg whites. Adv. 1. WNU SERVICE They faced each other, looking for the moment rather like two young cockerels. Janes bobbed hair emphasized the boyish effect of her straight, slim figure. Baldy towered above her, his black hair matching hers, his eyes, too, matching gray and lighted-up- . Jane was the first to turn her eyes away. She looked at the clock. Youll be late. He got his hat and coat and came back to her. Im a blamed sorehead. Give me a kiss, Jane. She gave it to him, and clung to him for a moment. Dont forget to bring a steak home for dinner," was all she said, but he was aware of the caress of those clinging fingers. It was one of his grievances that he had to do the marketing one could not depend on Sherwoods single small store so Baldy with dreams in his head drove twice a week to the butchers stall in the old Center Market to bring back chops, or a porterhouse, or a festive small roast. He had no time for it in the mornings, however. His little car took him over the country roads and through the city streets and landed him at the Patent Office at a quarter of nine. There, with a half hour for lunch, he worked until five it D level tablespoons Kool-Aicup corn starch 1 tablespoon butter V teaspoon salt 2 TTIEMIIPILIE IBAMLIE O PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY Week' ofj the That was all. But society was on tiptoe. Delafield Simms was the son of a rich New Yorker. He and his bride were to have spent their honeymoon on his yacht. Edith Towne had a fortune to match his. Both of them belonged to old and aristocratic families. No wonder people were talking. There was a picture of Miss Towne, a tall, fair girl, in real lace, orange blossoms, seed pearls . Pride was in every line of her. Janes tender fancy carried her to that first breathless moment when the bride had donned that gracious gown and had surveyed herself in How happy she must the mirror. have been. Then the final shuddering catastrophe. Sophy arrived at this moment, and Jane told her about it. Shell never dare trust anybody, will she? Sophy was wise, and she weighed the question out of her wide experience of human nature. She could not read or write, and she was dependent on those around her for daily bulletins on the way the big world went. But she knew life. Yo kaint ever tell whut a woman will do. Miss Janey. Effen she a said. but Evans Follette, and he is just a heartache, Judy. Baldy has had three proposals; he said that the first was stimulating, but repetition staled the interest! Of course he didnt tell me the names of the girls. Baldys not a cad. But he is discouraged and desperately depressed. He has such a big talent, Judy, and he just slaves away at that old office. He says that after those years in France, it seems like a cage. I sometimes d, Thoughts on Education was made for tp VERY mind and for knowledge; growth, its nature is sinned against when it is doomed to ignorance. Charming. I have sworn upon the altar wonder what civilization is, anyof God eternal hostility against how, that we clip the wings of our We every form of tyranny over the our take boys young eagles. human mind. Jefferson. and shut them up, and they pant On the diffusion of education for freedom. Is that all that life is among the people rests the going to mean for Baldy eight hours a day behind bars? preservation of our free institutions. D. Webster. Yet 1 am trying to keep him at it To prepare us for complete until the house is paid for. I dont know whether 1 am right but its living is the function which education has to discharge. all we have and both of us love it. Without popular education no He hasnt been able lately to work much at night, hes dead tired. But government which rests on popular action can long endure. theres a prize offer of a magazine cover design, and 1 want him to Wilson. compete. He says there isnt any use of his trying to do anything unless he can give all of his time to it. Of course youve heard all this but 1 hear it every day. And before, trustin nature, shell trus and trus, Here Is Amazing Relief for and effen she ain a trustin nature, I like to talk things but. I must not Bowels write another line, dearest. And Conditions Due to Sluggish she wont trus nohow. If you think all laxatives act alike, lust try this But what do you suppose made dont worry, Baldy will work like all vegetable laxative. mad if the mood strikes him. Bo mild, thorough, rehim do it? relief from Dependable Invigorating. freshing. Did I tell you that Evans Follette sick headaches, bilious spells, tired feeling when Nobody knows whut a mans with associated constipation. his with to and us dine mother are gwine do, wen it comes to gittin on Thanksgiving Day? We ought to Without E married. If not delighted, return the box to us. We will But to leave her like that, Sophy. have six guests to make things go. refund the purchase But nobody will fit in with the SetNB Tablets today. I should think shed die. You know why, so I neednt Effen the good Lord let women ALWAYS CARRY QUICK RELIEF die wen men ceived them," Sophy explain. Kiss both of me. the babies FOR ACID for with a dere chuckle, proclaimed INDIGESTION wouldnt be a female lef wen the Failing other young things, I am gotrump sounded, Her tray was piled ing to have a Christmas tree for the high with dishes, as she stood in the kitten. Its a gay life, darling. Ever your own, dining-roodoor. Does you-al- l Your Heart in Your Work want rice puddin fo dinnah, Miss Jane. If your job isnt more than Janey? The darkness had come by the wheeling a wheelbarrow, wheel it And there the subject dropped. time she had finished her letter. so the boss will think theres a But Jane thought a great deal about She changed her frock for a thin- motor under it. Unknown. it as she went on with her work. She told her sister, Julia, about ner one, wrapped herself in an old of orange-hue- d cloth, and went it when, late that afternoon, she cape to lock out chickens. her She up wrote her weekly letter. had fed them before she wrote her The worst of it must have been letter, but she always took this Do you feel so nervous you want to scream? to lose her faith in things. Id rath- last look to be sure they were safe. Are you cross and irritable? Do you scold er be Jane Barnes without any love The shed where the chickens were those dearest to you? If your nerves are on edge and you feel affair than Edith Towne with a love kept was back of the garage. When you need a good general system tonic, try affair like that. Baldy told me the Jane opened the door, her old PerLydia E. Pinkhams Vegetable Compound, made especially for women. other day that I am not unattrac- sian cat, Merrymaid, came out to For over 60 years one woman has told antive! Cant you see him saying it? her, and a puff-ba- ll of a kitten. other how to go smiling thru with reliable Compound. It helps nature build And he doesnt think me pretty. PerJane snapped on the lights in the Pinkhams up more physical resistance and thus helps not. But mothere house are chicken and calm quivering nerves and lessen discomforts the biddies haps Im from annoying symptoms which often acments, Judy, when I like myself I stirred. When she snapped them company female functional disorders. had a fit off when I Baldy nearly again, she heard them settle Why not give it a chance to help YOU? Over one million women have written in bobbed my hair. But I did it and back to sheltered slumber. reporting wonderful benefits from Pinkhams took the consequences, and its no The kitten danced ahead of her, Compound. end comfortable. Baldy at the pres- and the old cat danced too, as the ent moment is It is wind whirled her great tail about. his reaction from the war. He says We wont go in the house we Truth as Bait he is dead sick of flappers. That wont go in the house, said Jane, is never so successful Falsehood they are all alike and make no ap- in a sort of conversational chant, as when she baits her hook with peal to the imagination! He came as the pussies followed her down a truth. home the other night from a dance path which led through the pines. and read Tennyson can you fancy She often walked at this hour and Lies that after the way he used to fling she loved it best on nights like this. Ants Amy Lowell at us and Carl SandShe felt poignantly the beauty of Fleas burg? He says he is so tired of short it the dark pines and the little Aphids skirts and knees and proposals and moon above them the tug of the Bedbugs Crab Lice cigarettes that he is going to hunt wind at her cloak like a riotous playPotato Bugs with a gun, if he ever decides to mate. P Cabbage Worms marry, for an Elaine or a Griselda! not was the only Sir Mex. Bean Beetlss Baldy in But the worst of it is, he takes it the family, but Janes love ofpoet At Your Drug Storo beauty out on mel I wish youd see the way was inarticulate. She would never he censors my clothes and my man- be able to write it on paper or WNU W 2739 ners, and I sit here like a prisoner draw it with a pencil. in a tower with not a man in sight (TO BE CONTINUED ) OUT OF SORTS? RiskSMiM-E- Fol-lette- s. m NERVOUS? She felt poignantly the beauty of it. was a dogs life and he had other aspirations. Jane, left to herself, read the paper. One headline was sensational. The bride of a fashionable wedding had been deserted at the altar. The bridegroom had failed to appear at the church. The guests waiting impatiently in the pews had been informed, finally, that the ceremony would be postponed. Newspaper men hunting for the bridegroom learned that he had left a note for his best man and that he was on his way to southern waters. The bride could not be seen. Her uncle, who was also her guardian, and with whom she lived, had stated that there was nothing to be mid-Victoria- n. 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