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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER. RANDOLPH, UTAH DDIMI ELAYEfTTIEIIiR! 'In No Business There She (trying to be stem) You had no business kissing me! He But that was pleasure! EBy TTEMIIPIUE IKAJILETf O PENN PUBLISHING WNU SERVICE At a recent wedding No. 1 gave the bride away. The Evans desk set back under the row ' You cant miss it, 22 of pigeonholes. see to it. want I and Mrs. Follette dear child, My Jane crossed the hall to Evans said, have lunch with me. Mary has. baked fresh bread, and weU room. It faced south and was big have it with your berries, and some and square. It had the same. studied bareness that made the rest of Dutch cheese and cream. the house beautiful. There was a love it, Jane said; I hoped Id bed and dresser, many youd ask me. We are going at four mahogany window-seat- s books, deep with to Delafield Simms for the weekcushions. faded velvet end. 1 shall have to be fashionable Evans desk was in an alcove by for forty-eighours, and I hate it. the east window which overlooked Mrs. Follette smiled indulgently. Sherwood. It was a mahogany desk Of course, you dont mean it. And of the and there was secretary type, dont try to be fashionable. Just be nothing about it to drain the color yourself. It is bnly people who from Janes cheeks, to send her have never been anybody who try hand to her heart. to make themselves like others. Above the however, where said Jane, Im afraid his eyes coulddesk, Well, it whenever rest upon Ive never been anybody, Mrs. Fol- he raised them from his writing, lette. Im just little Jane Barnes. was an old lantern! Jane knew it Her air was dejected. at once. It was an ancient Whats the matter with you, lantern that she and Baldy hadships used Jane? Mrs. Follette demanded. all the years, a heritage through Jane clasped her hands together, from some g ancestor. It Oh, I want my mother. I want was the lantern she had carried that my mother. Her voice was low, but night she had found Evans in the there was a poignant note in it. Old Mary came out with the tray, fog! Since her return from she and when, she had gone, Mrs. had not been able to findChicago it. Baldy Follette said, Now tell me whats had complained, Sophy must have troubling you? taken it home with her. But Sophy Im afraid. had not taken it. It was here. And Of what? Oh, of Mr. Townes big house, and I think Im a little bit afraid of him, too, Mrs. Follette. Why should you be afraid? Of the things hell expect of me. The things Ill expect of myself. I cant explain it. I just feel it. d Mrs. Follette, pouring milk from a silver pitcher, said, It is a case of nerves, my dear. You dont know how lucky you are. CHAPTER XIV I COMPANY Continued ht in revealing apricot draperies and found Lucy crisp in white organdie with a band of black velvet around her throat. Do? Lucys smile was ingenuWe are very busy, Del and I. ous. We feed the pigs. Pigs? Eloise stared. She had assumed that a girl of Lucys type would affect an elaborate attitude of leisure. And here she was, instead, fashionably energetic. They fed the pigs, it seemed, actually. Of course not the big ones. But the little ones have their bottles. There are ten and their mother died. You should see Del and me. He carries the bottle in a metal holder round, Lucys hand deand when they scribed the shape, see him coming they all squeal, and its adorable. Lucys air was demure. She was very jiappy. She was a woman of strong spirit. Already she had interested her weak husband beyond anything he had ever known in his drifting days of bachelorhood. After dinner, she told Eloise, Ill show you Dels roses. They are quite marvellous. I think his collection will be beyond anything in this part of the country. Delafield, coming up, said, They are Lucys roses, but she says I am to do the work. But why not have a gardener? Eloise demanded. Oh, we have. But I should hate to have our garden a mere matter of mechanics. Del has some splendid ideas. We are going to work for the flower shows. Prizes and all that. Delafield purred like a pussy-ca- t. I shall name my first rose the Little Lucy Logan. Edith, locking arms with Jane, a little later, as they strolled under a wisteria-hun- g trellis towards the fountain, said, Lucy's making a man of him because she loves him. And I would hae laughed at him. We would have bored each other to death. They will never be bored, Jane decided, with their roses and their little pigs." They had reached the fountain. It was an one, with thin streams of water spouting up from the bill of a bronzed crane. There were goldfish in the pool, and a big green frog leaped from a lily pad. Beyond the fountain the wisteria roofed a path of pale light. A peacock walked slowly towards them, its long tail sweeping the ground in burnished beauty. it wont rain, Edith Think of this, said Jane, and Lucys days at the office. And yet, Edith pondered, she with a certainty that told me if he had not had a penny all doubts, why. a lantern, Jane, held she would have been happy with sea-goin- ice-col- Am I lucky? wistfully. Of course you are lucky. But all girls feel as you do, Jane, when the wedding day isnt far off. They wonder and wonder. Its the newness the in Laying flesh and spirit Jane quoted, with his hands . . . n breath. I shouldnt put it quite like that, Mrs. Follette said with some sewe didnt talk like that verity; when I was a girl. Didnt you? Jane asked. Well, I know you were a darling, Mrs. And you were pretty. Follette. Theres that portrait of you in the library in pink. I looked well in pink, said Mrs. Follette, thoughtfully, but the best picture that was ever done of me is a miniature that Evans has. She buttered another slice of bread. She had no fear of growing fat. She was fat, but she was also stately and one neutralized the other. To think of Mrs. Follette as thin would have been to rob her of her duchess role. Jane had not seen the miniature. She asked if she might. Ill get it, said Mrs. Follette, and rose. Jane protested, Cant I do it? No, my dear. I know right where to put my hand on it. She went into the cool and shadowy hall and started up the stairs, and it was from the shadows that Jane heard her call. There was something faint and agitated in the cry, and Jane flew on winged feet. Mrs. Follette was holding on to I the stair-rai- l, swaying a little. cant go any higher, she panted; Ill sit here, my dear, while you get my medicine. Its in my room on the dresser. Jane passed her on the stairs, and was back again in a moment with the medicine, a spoon, and a glass of water. With her arm around the elder woman she held her until the color returned to her cheeks. How foolish, said Mrs. Follette at last, sitting up. I almost fainted. I was afraid of falling down the stairs. Let me help you to your room, Jane said, and you can lie on the couch and be quiet I dont want to be quiet, but Ill lie on the couch if youll sit there and talk to me. So with Jane supporting her, Mrs Follette went up the rest of the flight, and across the hall and was made comfortable on a couch at the foot of her bed. rooms at Jane loved the Castle Manor. Especially in summer. Mrs. Follette followed the southern fashion of taking up winter rugs and winter curtains and substituting sheer muslins and leaving a delightful bareness of waxed ... quick-draw- up-stai- ed 1 said. hope !. Jane knew, swept away You are ... . high She found the miniature and carI ried it back to Mrs. Follette. told you you were pretty and you have never gotten over it. She had regained her radiance. Mrs. Follette reflected complacently that girls were like that. Moods of the moment. Even in her own day. She spoke of it to Evans that night. Jane had lunch with me. She was very tired and depressed. I told her not to worry. Its natural she should feel the responsibility of the future. Marriage is a serious obligation. Marriage is more than that, Mother. What do you mean? Oh, its a grqat adventure. The greatest adventure. If a woman loved me. Id want her to fly to me on wings. Thered be no fear of the future if Jane loved Towne. But she does love him. She wouldnt marry him for his money. No, she wouldnt, with a touch of weariness. It is one of the things I cant make clear to myself. And I think Id rather not talk about it, Mother. They were in Mrs. Follettes room. She had told her son about her heart attack, and he had been anxious. But she had been auite herself after and had made lignt of it. 1 shall have Hallam over in the morning, he had insisted, and she I dont need him, had acquiesced. but if it will make you feel better." CHAPTER XV rs Lucy was still to Eloise Harper of Frederick stenographer Towne. Out of place, of course, in this fine country house, with its for- the mal gardens, its great retinue of servants.! floor. What do you do Perhaps I can tell you where to she asked her Mrs. selves? Follette find the miniature, came is it she down, ready in fanned as Jane her; said, stables, its with your- hostess, as for dinner, Adelaide was in a mood to make cad! people uncomfortable. She was unPretty Fish comfortable herself. Jane, in bilThat herring doesnt look very lowing heavenly blue with rose ribbons floating at her girdle, was nice, remarked the customer. If its looks youre after, reAnd it was her youth incarnate. better buy Towne. plied the youth that had attracted goldfish. The three women walked towards the house together. As they came A WEAKLING out from under the arbor, they were aware of black clouds stretched across the horizon. I hope it wont rain, Edith said, Lucy is planning to serve dinner on the terrace. Adelaide was irritable. I wish she wouldnt. Therell be bugs and things. Jane liked the idea of an dinner. She thought that the maids in their pink linen were like He hasnt much strength. blown across the lawn. I should say not; a wrist watch There was a great umbrella over as is much of a burden to him as How the table, gay it is, she said: I hope the rain a grandfathers clock to the avert age man. wont spoil it. d When they reached the Starting Him Out piazza, no one was there. The wind was blowing steadily from the She Now lets talk about you, bank of clouds. Edith went in to shall we? He All right, dear! get a scarf. And so Jane and Adelaide were She Well, then, what does a left alone. young man like you see in a girl Adelaide sat in a big chair with a like me? back like a spreading fan; she was statuesque, and knew it, but she Cant Forget would have exchanged at the moYou here again? Havent you ment every classic line for the efforgotten, my man, that I gave fect that Jane gave of unpremediof my cake yesa tated 'grace and beauty. The child you large piece terday? had flung a cushion on the marble No, lady, I aint forgotten, step, and had dropped down upon but Ive forgiven. it. The wind caught up her ruffles, so that she seemed to float in a fish-mong- er, ' rose-leav- out-of-do- or es rose-stripe- d. wide-pillare- cloud. She laughed, and tucked her whirlI love ing draperies about her. the wind, dont you? Adelaide did not love the wind. It rumpled her hair. She felt spitefully ready to hurt Jane. It is a pity, she said, after a that Ricky cant dine with pause, us. 0UT0FS0RTS? Hare Is Amazing Relief of Conditions Doe to Sluggish Bowels If you think all laxatives act alike, just tty this ell vegetable laxative. So mild, thorough, refreshing, invigorating. De. pendable relief from sick headaches, bilious spells tiled feeling when associated with constipation. Dick set a 25c box of NR from your Without nlUIOUl KISK druggist. Make the test then not if delighted, return the box to us. We triU Jane agreed. Mr. Towne always refund the purchase price. That's fair. jfeW7aH?ifpT)V seems to be a very busy person. Get NR Tablets today. Adelaide carried a little gauze fan with sticks. When she spoke she kept her eyes upon Presume Ability Do you always call him the fan. Men who undertake consideraMr. Towne? ble things, even in a regular way, Of course. ought to give us ground to preBut not when youre alone. sume ability. Burke. Jane flushed. Yes, 1 do. gold-lacquer- not? , ed Why But, my dear, it is so very forDO YOU LACK PEP? mal. And you are going to marry him. Mrs. Phoenix, Ariz. He said that he had told you. Tina Griffin, 1341 W. Dr. St., says: Ricky tells me everything. We Pierce's Golden Medical are very old friends, you know. Discovery helped to give me a fine appetite and I Jane said nothing. There was, felt much stronger after its use. I had more ener- indeed, nothing to say. She was not gy and was able to sleep in the of least Adelaide. She better. Ask your druggist jealous him. today for Dr. Pierces I believe it. With a cottage, one wondered, of course, why Towne Golden Medical Discovshould have overlooked this lovely ery in liquid or tablets. New size, tablets pig, and a they would lady to choose a and $1 SOc., $1.35. liquid shabby child. But find bliss. It is like that with them. he had chosen the and child, that The two women sat down on the All for Fame marble coping of the fountain.. The settled it as far as Mrs. Laramore was concerned. The desire for fame is the last peacock trailed by them, its jewels But it did not settle it for Adeall ablaze under the sun. desire 'that is laid aside even by laide. I think it is distinctly amus- the wise. Tacitus. in her burnished tulle, Adelaide, for you to call him Mr. Towne. tall, slender, graceful as a willow, ing was swinging along beneath the trel- Poor Ricky! You mustnt hold him ' lis. The peacock had turned and at arms length. not? Why walked beside her. What a picWell, none of the pest , of us ture Baldy could make of that, said Adelaide, deliberately. have, Edith said, The Proud Lady. Jane looked up at her. The rest Do you know, Janes voice was also lowered, when I look at her, of ybu? What do you mean, Mrs. I feel that it is she who should Laramore? Oh, the women that Ricky has marry your uncle. loved, lightly. Edith was frank. I should hate Hsny Beckett, Mgr. formerly Mg,Bes Lomood.Ogdea The winds fluttered the ribbons of her. And so would he in a month. frock, fluttered her ruffles.. Shes artificial, and you are so Janes 4739 The peacock on the lawn uttered a WNU W Jane. adorably natural, f Adelaide had reached the circle discordant note. Jane was subconGood Counsel of a kinship between of light that surrounded the foun- sciously aware arms are of little avail For The men have' come and Adelaide and the burnished bird. abroad, unless there is good countain. of She the spoke peacock. have gone up to dress, she said. sel at home. Cicero. What a disagreeable voice he All except your uncle Edith. He telephoned that he cant get here has. Adelaide stared. Who? until after dinner. Ie has an imThe peacock, said Jane. portant conference. (TO BE CONTINUED) He said he might be late. Benny came, of course? How Eloise and is Yes, Cigarette Got Name happy. He Help Them Cleanse the Bloot had brought her all the town gossip of Harmful Body Waste How did the words cigar and cigYour kidneys are constantly filtering Thats why left. I hate gossip. arette get into the language? It waste matter from the blood stream. But Edith knew that pose. No one seems to be another old Spanish kidneys sometimes lag in their work de not act as Nature intended fail to recould talk more devastatingly than custom. When tobacco was still a move impurities that, if retained, may Adelaide of her .neighbors affairs novelty the acme of hospitality was poison the system and upset the whole body machinery. But she did it, subtly, with an ef- for a host to offer guests small rolls Symptoms may be nagging backache, n I am very fond oi of fect of charity. tobacco for smoking, persistent headache, attacks of dizziness, getting up nights,- swelling, puffiness her, was her way of prefacing a usually with the explanation Es de under the eyes a feeling of nervous ruthless revelation. mi cigarral (it is from my garanxiety and loss of pep and strength. Other signs of kidney or bladder disI thought your brother would be den). The word cigarral means order are sometimes burning, scanty or Adelaide looked at Jane, an orchard or fruit garden. Strangtoo frequent urination. down, There should be no doubt that prompt poised on the rim of the fountain, ers to the Spanish language came treatment is wiser than neglect. Use but he to regard the word cigarral as like a blue butterfly, Doans Pills. Doans have been winning new friends for more than forty years. wasnt with the rest. describing the gift rather than its e They have a reputation. The word was until tomorbe of soon here Axe recommended by grateful people the cant Baldy place origin. I over. Ask neighbor your country to to in had and He be the of shortened row noon. finally cigarro, The word to the English cigar. fice. What are you going to do' with cigarette means, literally, a small yourself in the meantime, Edith?" cigar. FUl-mo- re I ' rose-bus- h, -- home-grow- - nation-wid- |