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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER. RANDOLPH, UTAH Mrs. Clay Was Taking No Chances After That! DDIMI ILAmTiElMRJ TTDd By TTEMIIPILIE O PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY BAIIILETf WNU SERVICE In a certain little village situat- ed in the backwoods where the people were not overly ambitious, there stood an old cottage, the door of which had to be lifted a little before it could be opened. For this purpose a hatchet was kept near by. One evening there was a knock at the door, and the young son of the house was sent to see who it was. Who is it? inquired the lad, before opening the door. Its me, Mrs. Clay, said the voice outside. Its Mrs. Clay. Get the hatchet! the boy called back to his mother. With that Mrs. Clay fled. i real to me. Are you sure you Well, dont scold me. Jane was formed of Frederick Towne from his as vivid as an oriole in the midst of picture and from her first glimpse didnt dream it? of him. He was nice to talk to, but Ill say I didnt. Isnt that the her orange wools. sound SYNOPSIS Young, pretty Jane Barnes, who lived with her brother, Baldwin, in Sherwood Park, near Washington, was not particularly impressed when she read that rich, attractive Edith Towne had been left at the altar by Delafield Simms, wealthy New Yorker. However, she still mused over it when she met Evans Follette, a young neighbor, whom the war had left completely discouraged and despondent. Evans had always loved Jane. That morning Baldwin Barnes, on his way to work in Washington, offered assistance to a tall, lovely girl in distress. CHAPTER II Continued When at last Baldy drew up at the little way station, and unfastened the curtain, he was aware that she had opened the suede bag and had a roll of bills in her hand. For a moment his heart failed him. Was she going to offer him money? But what she said, with cheeks flaming, was: I havent anything less than ten dollars. Do you think they will take it? Its doubtful. I have oodles of change. He held out a handful. Thank you so much, andyou must let me have your card Oh, please Her voice had an edge of sharpness. Of course it must be a loan. He handed her his card in silence. Mr. Barnes, She read the name. you have been very kind. I am tremendously grateful. It was not kindness but now and then a princess passes. For a breathless moment her amazed glance met his then the clang of a bell heralded an approaching car. As he helped her out hurriedly she stumbled over the rug. He caught her up, lifted her to the ground, and motioned to the motor-ma- The gray bag lay on the table in front of them, the ring proof? was on Janes finger. She turned it to catch the light. Baldy, she said, its beyond imagination. I told you Think this of having a ring like of having a Think, fiercely, lover who ran away. said Jane, there are Well, some advantages in being unof sought. Im like the Miller-es- s Dee I care for nobody No, not I, Since nobody - Cares For me! She sang it with a light boyish swing of her body. Her voice was girlish and sweet, with a touch of huskiness. Baldy flung his scorn at her. Jane, arent you ever in earnest? she smiled at Intermittently, him, came over and tucked her arm in his. she coaxed, Baldy, arent you going to tell her un- cle? He stared at her. Her uncle? Tell him what? That youve found the bag. He flung off her arm. Would you have me turn traitor? Heavens, Baldy, this isnt melodrama. Its common sense. You cant keep that bag. I can keep it until she answers my advertisement. She may never see your advertisement, and the money isnt yours, and the ring isnt. He was troubled. But she trusted me. I cant do it. The car stopped and she mounted Jane shrugged her shoulders, and and thank you began to clear away the din- the steps. Good-bso much. He stood back and she waved to him while he watched her out of sight. His work at the office that morning had dreams for an accompaniment. He went out at lunch-tim- e but ate nothing. It was at lunchtime that he bought the violets paying an unthinkable price for them, and not caring. It was after office that Baldy carried the flowers to his car. He set the box on the back seat. In the hurry of the morning he had forgotten the rug which still lay where his fair passenger had stumbled over it. He picked it up and something dropped from its folds. It was the gray suede bag, half open, and showing the roll of bills. Beneath the roll of bills was a small sheer handkerchief, a vanity case with a pinch of powder and a wee puff, a new check-boo- k and, negligently at the very bottom, a ring a ring of such enchantment that as it lay in Baldys hand, he doubted its reality. The hoop was of platinum, slender, yet strong enough to bear up a carved moonstone in a circle of diamonds. The carving showed a delicate Psyche with a butterfly on her shoulder. The diamonds blazed like small suns. Townes tone showed a touch Inside the ring was an inscripof irritation. tion Del to Edith Forever. Del to Edith? Where had he seen ner things. Baldy helped her. Old those names? With a sudden flash of mewed to go out, and Merrymaid illumination, he dropped the ring Jane opened the door. back into the bag, stuffed the bag Its snowing hard, she said. in his pocket, and made his way to The wind drove the flakes across a newsboy at the corner. Old Merrymaid the threshold. There it was in startling head- danced back into the house, bright-eyelines: Edith Towne Disappears. Deland round as a muff. The air afield Simms Yacht Said to Have was freezing. Been Sighted Near Norfolk! It is going to be a dreadful So his passenger had been the night, young Baldwin, heavy with Edith Towne He thought of prophesied: deserted at the moment of her mar- gloom, Edith in' the storm in her buckled riage! shoes. Had she found shelter? Was He thought of her eyes of burning she frightened and alone somewhere blue the fairness of her skin and in the dark? hair the touch of haughtiness. He went into the living-rooSimms was a cur, of course! He whence Jane presently followed should have knelt at her feet! him. Jane was knitting a sweater The thing to do was to get the and she worked while Baldy read to bag back to her. He must adver- her. He read the full account of tise at once. On the wings of this Edith Townes flight. She had gone decision, his car whirled down the away early in the morning. The Avenue. The lines which, after maid, taking her x breakfast up to much deliberation, he pushed across her, had found the room empty. the counter of the newspaper office, She had left a note for her uncle. would be ambiguous to others, but But he had not permitted its publiWill passenger who cation. He was, they said, wild clear to her. left bag with valuable contents in with anxiety. the car call up Sherwood Park 49. Ill bet hes an old tyrant, was Baldys comment. Is she really as beautiful as Frederick Townes picture was in I like his face, said that? Jane demanded. the paper. As what? Jane, and he doesnt seem so Her picture in the paper. frightfully old. Havent I said enough for you to Why should she run away from know it? him, if he wasnt a tyrant? he deJane nodded. Yes. But it doesnt manded furiously. n. y, d much-talked-abo- ut m, K She loved color. The living-roo- m was an expression of it. Its furniture was but not ed ed he might be hard to live with. He had obstinacy and egotism. Why Edith should have done it enough to be lovely. Jane amazes me. She was hurt, she said, and had, however, modified its lack of grace and its dull monotonies by she wanted to hide. But people seem to think that in covers of chintz tropical birds some way it is my fault. I dont against black and white stripes and there was a lamp of dull blue like that. It isnt fair. Weve al- pottery with a Chinese shade. A fire in the coal grate, with the glow of the lamp, gave the room a look of burnished brightness. The kitten, curled up in Janes lap, played coz-il- y with the tawny threads. Dont scold me, said Jane, it isnt my fault. Im not scolding, but Im worried to death. And you arent any help, are you? at him in astonishment. Ive tried to help. I told you to call up. Young Baldwin walked the floor. She trusted me. You wont get anywhere with that, said Jane with decision. The thing to do is to tell Mr. Towne that you have news of her, and that youll give it only under promise that he wont do anything until he has talked it over with you. She looked That sounds better, said young Baldwin; how did you happen to think of it? Now and then, said Jane, I have ideas. Baldy went to the telephone. When he came back his eyes were like He promised everygray moons. thing, and hes coming out Here? Yes, he wouldnt wait until tomorrow. Hes wild about her " Well, he would be. Jane menthe situation. surveyed tally Baldy, Im going to make some coffee, and have some cheese and crackers. He may not want them. On a cold night like this, Ill say he will; anybody would. Baldy helped Jane get out the d silver pot, the pitfhers and tray. The young people had a sense of complacency as they handled the old silver. Frederick Towne could have nothing of more distinguished history. It had belonged to their Dabney, who was really DAubigne, and it had graced an emperors table. Each piece had a monogram set in an engraved wreath. The big tray was so heavy that Jane lifted it with difficulty, so Baldy set it for her on the little mahogany table which they drew up in front of the fire. There was no wealth now in the Barnes family, but the old silver spoke of a time when a young hostess as black-haire-d as Jane had dispensed lavish hospitality. Frederick Towne had not expected what he found the little house set high on its terraces, seemed to window give from its golden-lighte- d squares a welcome in the dark. I shant be long, Briggs, he said to his chauffeur. Very good, sir, said Briggs, and led the way up the terrace. Baldy ushered Towne into the -room, and Frederick, standing on the threshold, surveyed a coziness which reminded him of nothing so much as a color illustration in some old English magazine. There was the coal grate, the table drawn up to the fire, the twinkling silver on its massive tray, violet in a low vase and rising to meet him a slender, glowing child, with a banner of orange wool behind her. Jane, said young Barnes, may I present Mr. Towne? and Jane held out her hand and said, This is very good of you. He found himself unexpectedly gracious. He was not always gracious. He had felt that he couldnt be. A man with money and position had to shut himself up sometimes in a shell of reserve, lest he be imposed upon. But in this warmth and fragrance he expanded. What a charming room, he said, and smiled at her. Jane felt perfectly at ease" with him. He was, after all, she reflected, only a gentleman, and Baldy was that. The only difference lay in their divergent incomes.- So, as the two men talked, she knitted on, with the outward effect of placidity. Do you want me to go? she had asked them, and Towne had replied promptly, Certainly not. Theres nothing we have to say that you cant hear. So Jane listened with all her ears, and modified the, opinion she had round-bellie- great-grandmoth- living- - ways been the best of friends more like brother and sister than niece and uncle. But not like Baldy and me, said Jane to herself, not in the least like Baldy and me. Of course Simms ought to be shot,! Towne told them heatedly. 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Townes tone showed a touch of Of course youll have irritation. to act as you think best. And now Jane took things in her own hands.- - Mr. Towije, Im going to make you a cup of coffee. I shall be very grateful, he smiled at her. What a charming child she was! He was soothed and refreshed by the atmosphere they Pattern 6384. I Quiltmakings always fascinatbut think of the fun to be had when its an Enchanted Cottage that decorates each block. Use up your gayest scraps for the simple patch that forms the house. Do the shrubbery in a plain material for effective contrast. Finish with a bit of outline stitch. Pattern 6384 contains the Block Chart; carefully drawn pattern pieces; color schemes; directions for making the quilt; yardage chart; illustration of quilt. ' To obtain this pattern send 15 cents in coins to The .Sewing Circle, Household Arts Dept., 259 ing created. This boy and girl were a friendly pair and he loved his ease. His own house, since Ediths departure, had been funereal, and his friends had been divided in their championship between himself and Edith. But the young Barneses were so pleasantly responsive with their lighted-u- p eyes and their little air of making him one with them. Edith had always seemed to put W. 14th St., New York, N. Y. him quite definitely on the shelf. With little Jane and her brother he had a feeling of equality of age. ' Look here, he spoke impulsively may I tell you all about it? It would relieve my mind immensely. ' Dont Neglect Them I To Jane it was a thrilling moNature designed the kidney to do a ment. Having poured the coffee, marvelous job. Their Usk is to keep the flowing blood stream free of an excess of she came out from behind her battoxle impurities. The set of living lik tlement of silver and sat in her ilttlf is constantly producing waste matter the kidneys must remove from chintz chair. She did not knit; she the blood if good health ii to endure. was enchanted by the tale that When the kidneys fail to function as Nature intended, there is retention of Towne was telling. She sat very waste that may cause distress. One may suffer nagging backache, still, her hands folded, the tropical persistent headache, attacks of dizziness, birds about her. To Frederick she getting up nights, swelling, puffiness seemed like a bird herself slim under the eyee feel tired, nervous, all worn out. and lovely, and with a voice that Frequent, scanty or burning passages may be further evidence of kidney or sang! bladder disturbance. Towne was not an impressionable The recognized and proper treatment man. His years of bachelorhood had la a diuretic medicine to help the kidneys get rid of excess poisonous body waste. hardened him to feminine arts. But Use Doan a Pill. They have had more here was no artfulness. Jane asthan forty years of public approval. Are endorsed the country over. Insist on sumed nothing. She was herself. As Doan't. Sold at ail drug stores, u i. he talked to her, he became aware of some stirred emotion. An almost youthful eagerness to shine as the hero of his tale. If he embroidered the theme, it was for her benefit. What he told her was as he saw it. WNU W 2939 But what he told her was not the truth, nor even half of it. . body-wi- de - (TO BE CONTINUED) George Eliots Country Visitors to Staffordshire in England find it is the Loamshire of George Eliots novels. Ellastone is the Haysthorpe of Adam Bede, and the cottage of the novelists childhood can be seen there. ft roiEw niPEAS Advertisements B are your guide They bring you today s NEWS about the food you eat and the clothes you wear. And the place to find out about these new things is right this in newspapers |