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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER. RANDOLPH. UTAH HOUSEHOLD --1 I CHAPTER XIII Continued 19 as proud as Lucifer and as stubborn as mules. Dont you let that fret you. When they love you, they love you for life and thats not a bad fault in a husband. Its talking that complicates things. That, and too much considering other people. Ive got the seed-pea- rl necklace I promised John for his bride sewed into my feather bed. It wont take long to rip out the stitches. Youre a darling. Gay bent impulsively and kissed the russet cheek as soft as moth wing beneath her John will bring me. Ill lips. come. The old lady went with them to the door opening into the tiny hall. Mind you shut the door tight, she called after them. Debby, Gabriella. Gay turned to smile at Johns grandmother. The quizzical expression still narrowed Abigail Houghtons eyes, but her smile was steadfast and encouraging. Debby opened the outer door. They went down steps and along a shoveled path to a gate in the picket fence. The harbor lay before them, touched with the last reflection of the sunset. Why was it? Gay thought. A moment came that you knew you would always remember. This The dove-gra- y house behind them muffled with snow, the harbor below, stippled with fading pink and gold. Nothing had happened. Why did her throat ache and quick tears sting beneath her eyeGood-b- y, Good-b- lids? y. Why? .Granny is a darling, isnt she? Debby asked as the gate clicked behind them with a frosty snap and they walked, arms linked, along the cleared pavement between shoveled banks of snow. Yes, Gay replied. The ache in her throat was still there. She wanted John desperately, urgently, to be walking here beside her. His grandmother was right. They talked too much, she and John. It was dangeroufe to hurt each other with words. A lovely thing was spoiled if it was only a little marred. When he came tonight You arent going tomorrow, are you, Gay? Debby asked, after a moment. I think so. Yes. Well, I cant blame you, I suppose. Debbys voice was desolate. Its dead enough here, goodness knows. Ill miss you, though, terri-.bl- y. "Will you? Gay asked, drawn from introspection by the sincerity in the lovely young voice. Why, especially, except to be polite? Because I like to look at you. Youre so beautiful. And I can talk to you. I cant to anybody else. Mother or Sarah, and the girls I know are pretty small town. Im She gave an embardifferent I guess all this rassed laugh. sounds pretty silly to you. No, it doesnt. How old are . you, Debby? Eighteen last month. How would you like to go back to New York with me?1 Debby stopped, checking Gays progress, too, looked at Gay, speechless, her dark eyes wide and shining. It had been an impulsive suggestion. But why not? She was an attractive youngster. It would be fun to take her to New York. Why not? Gay repeated. Debby exhaled her breath in a Gosh! she exsharp explosion. claimed breathlessly. Why not? Would you like to go, Debby? Would I? Come along. Gay laughed and Were blocktugged at her arm. ing traffic and probably getting There are your frosted ears. courses, she went on consideringly as they resumed progress again. But you could go to a good business school or have a tutor. Id like to have you. My mother and step-fathare away a great deal, but the apartment is always there. Do you know what this means to me? Debby asked seriously. Ive never been further than Boston in my life. 1 can imagine. Your eyes are popping out of your head. Do you Will your mother let you? think Would she object? Shes got to let me, Debby said Nothing as imporpassionately. tant as this has ever happened to me. Come on! Clinging to Gays arm, pulling her forward, Debby took a series of skipping steps along Lets hurry home the sidewalk. and ask her! Dusk was falling when they came er MACRAE WNU SERVICE SMITH CO. in sight of the Houghton house. A Life was simple then, maybe, You Gay said. Fiddlesticks! Abigail Houghton tossed her head. Its simple enough to get married. And one male Houghton is not much different from another, I guess. Theyve all been But her mood was too joyous to percar was parked at the curb. mit her to bear a grudge. She Thats a taxi from the station, played a few preliminary chords, Debby said, checking momentarily then sang again. The sultry negroid a stream of breathlessly eager ques- minors of The St. Louis Blues observations. moaned incongruously in the tions, comments, Who in heck ? Oh! New England room, from she added as a slight man in a heavy over- the old square piano where another coat with a brief-cas- e under his Deborah Houghton had sat at twiarm emerged from the car. Its light playing gentler tunes, her Mr. Sewall. Hes writing a book thoughts with her husband at sea. about clipper ships and comes out Through Debbys singing, she from Portland to see the papers and heard a door open and glanced up logs and diaries Mother has. Oh, expectantly, hoping that John had dear! Hell stay for supper and come. His mother entered the room heaven knows how long afterward Debbys voice was silenced. Her and I wont have a chance to talk hands dropped from the keyboard to Mother, into her lap. She glanced quickly at Gay, then to her mother walking Not for all the rice in China toward the piano. Not for all the bulls in Spain Ann John hasnt come yet? Houghton asked with a glance at Debbys voice, rising in contralto Gay. cadences above her improvised acNot yet, Mrs. Houghton. I hope nothing has happened. companiment on the yellowed keys of the square piano, brought to Her brow cleared. Mr. Sewall to you. Gays mind the musical comedy for asked me to say good-nigwhich the song Debby sang had been He had only just time enough to written. She, Gay, had gone with make the train. Debby seems to Tony Merrill. Todd, in the same have amused you adequately. party, had been very devoted to Oh, very much, Gay said quickJulie Lelange, that evening, Ellens ly. She sings remarkably well. roommate at boarding school and an agreeable accomplishIts home with her for the Christmas ment, though I cant always recomholidays. It was that evening she mend her choice of, songs. Johns had decided, in her own mind, that mother smiled and went to sit in she would marry Todd. She re- the wing-cha- ir beside the hearth. membered, not emotionally but quite accurately, the pluck it had given her heart to watch Todd fall under the spell of Julies soft dark eyes and Charleston accent, and the relief shed felt when Todd, later, had confessed to her that the accent had palled and the magnolia blossom grown cloyingly sweet. Funny the things you remembered . . . Not for all the beans in Boston Not for all the grapes in France Gay, leaning on the shelf of the piano, her elbows braced on maof hogany, cracked in a tiny lines, her chin in the palm of her hand, gave her attention to Debby. The child was radiant tonight. The flush in her cheeks matched the deep dark redof the velveteen dress she wore. The song came to an end. Can I sing, Gay? Debby asked, looking up with anxiety in the dark I dont depths of her shining eyes. believe you even listened. Disappointment clouded her face. You kept looking at the clock and listening for John. I did listen Debby, Gay assured her. I think your voice is very appealing. But can I sing? Debby persistThey walked, arms linked, along ed. the cleared pavement. Were not sure whether she has a voice, Sarah said from the op- Her hands reached instinctively tothe knitting bag on the arm posite side of the keyboard, or ward whether she does it by black mag- of the chair. Debby had been coric. A member of the Metropolitan rect in her prediction. Gay thought. Ann looked subtly flatOpera Company spent part of last tered Houghton and There was a pleased. summer out at the hotel and Debby in her cheeks. The dress color faint an to scrape acquaint- of ' managed knitted silk she wore, dull amber ance. n r in shade, was becoming. Mr. SeDid you sing for her? wall was delighted with the material asked. , I gave him,. she went on. I let Yes him take your What was her opinion? diary. If anything happens to it She said Debby hadnt voice I should imagine that Mr. Sewall enough for opera, Sarah said, and is trustworthy, Sarfth said. that no amount of musical educaOf course, but with things that tion would eliminate the huskiness. could not She took replaced Its something about the formation the length be of from the bag knitting of her vocal cords. her needles flashed in the fireand I dont care. Debby ran a ripI dont want to sing light pling chord. Mother Debby rose from the in opera. I dont want the husky piano bench, stood, her hands nertones trained out of my voice. The pa- vously clasped, irresolutely. What do you want? Ann Houghton Yes, Debby? in intivoice Sarahs gentle tience mated to Gay that the question had raised her eyes. Mother! Debby plunged across been asked of Debby many times the room to the arm of her mothers before. You know. Ive told you. I chair. What is so important? Careful, want to sing popular songs. On the dear. Youll make, me drop a Do radio or in a club. you think I stitch. could, Gay? ' Mother! Debby burst out in a Gay Maybe I dont know, of words. Mothbreathless jumble face brightadded, seeing Debbys en, not wanting to raise false hopes. er, Gay has invited me to go back I have. a friend who sings in a to New York with her. May I please? I want to awfully. supper club. Ann Houghtons faint smile fadd sherry-colorelike Sarahs eyes, her grandmothers but with less vi- ed. Her eyes turned to Gay who vacity of expression, widened in sur- came forward across the room. prise not unmixed with shock. Gay Mrs.Id like to take her with me, Houghton, she said. thought. Debby gave a bounce on Thats bench. impossible. No, dear. Its the piano Oh, have you? she cried. Will very kind of Gay to suggest it, but She broke off and ran a se- its quite impossible.. I Why is it? Debbys color deepries of noisy chords. Gay saw her hands knot into Its personality rather than voice ened. which puts Enid across, Gay went fists as Johns hands did when his on, realizing that Debby had not fighting instinct was aroused. Well, there are your courses for spoken to Sarah of the possible That and the one thing, Ann Houghton said evenvisit in New York. You were very eager to take fact smart club managers are fea- ly. You cant very well stop Debthem. season. this debutantes turing But Mother, Debby interrupted, by has personality Rather too much at times. SarGay says I can go to a business Therell school or have a tutor. ah sighed, then- smiled. We couldnt afford that, Debby. be no question of anything of the But I should like to do it for sort for some time, anyway, she too to , is added. young Debby Gay began, then stopped short, checked by the expression whifch make independent plans. an had settled over Ann Houghtons flashed Im eighteen! Debby antagonistic glance at her sister. face. high-ceiling- ed ... ht ... net-wo- QUESTIONS LARRIMORE LIDA b""y rk great-grandfathe- rs . : . - Camphor will remove the white rings left on tables by water glasses. my dear, she said, still evenly, holding her off, Gay thought, by the reasonable friendliness of her tone. Thats very generous of you, but I think Debby is better off at No, When rag rugs are washed they should be rinsed thoroughly be- home. But Mother, why? We neednt go into that, Debby. Yes, we will! Debby slipped off the arm of her mothers chair, stood with her hands clenched into fists, beher head defiantly lifted. cause youre afraid to let one of us get out of your sight for fear well have an idea you didnt put into our cause soap left in them makes them catch dirt more easily. , To dice or cut marshmallows( easily, dip a dry scissors into pow- -, dered sugar. Iti Small size bath towels which are, light in weight but firmly woven; are easier for children to handle and are easier to launder. heads. Debby! test. Sarah cried in soft pro- - Its true. You know it is. You want to do everything for us so that people will say what a wonderful Mother you are. You are. You have been, but I want to go someOh where and see something. I am sorry! Mother, Debby dropped down on the arm of the chair again. But cant you see I see that my judgment is corAnn Houghtons eyes re rect. mained fixed upon the needles. You are far too emotional to be trusted away from home. Im not. Im not really. Its only you who makes me that way. Gay wants me to go with her. Oh Mother, cant I? I never wanted anything so much. Youre acting like a child, Deborah. Color burned deeper in Ann Houghtons cheeks. Her voice continued to pronounce words evenly, with maintained control but Gay saw that her hands clasped over the knitting in her lap trembled. I thought you had outgrown tantrums. Youre being inconsiderate as well as rude. This cant be very pleasant for Gay. Oh, I guess Gay knows. I guess . shes seen. You know theres no Waterlily Motif for Your Luncheon Set rNRICft a new luncheon cloth L with this cross stitch water-lil-y motif, whose distinguishing feature is its simplicity of design. A pastel lily with green leaves is suggested for natural effect. Z9169, 15 cents, gives motifs for cloth corners and for matching napkins. And when you have finished your set, cool beauty for your luncheon table is the result. Send order to: reason, Mother, except that youre afraid, except that you disapprove Debby, hush! Come with me! Sarah crossed the room, laid her hand on her sisters arm. Her face AUNT MARTHA was white. Her eyes, wide and starBox 166-Kansas City, Mo. tled, met Gays in fleeting apology, Enclose 15 cents for each pattern then turned away. You dont know desired. Pattern No what youre saying. Name I do know! Debby wrenched Address ; away from Sarahs hand. She stood facing her mother, frightened but defiant. This is why I wouldnt go to college. I wouldnt let you make sacrifices to send me. You affect the Heart may wanted to so that you could keep me in the stomach or gullet may act like a Gas tied here, grateful to you, not able smart trappedon the heart. At the first sign of distress and women depend on Tablets to to do anything that I wanted. You set gasmen free. No laxative but mad? of the acid indigestion. If the medicines for known did that with Sarah and John. Sarah better return FIRST DOSE doesn't prove wanted to go abroad with Mrs. bottle to os and receive DOUBLE Money Back. 25c. Trumbull. You knew she did and that it would have been wonderful Poverty a Foe for her. But she had to teach here Whatever you have, spend less. in the high school to repay you for Poverty is a great enemy to huthe sacrifices youd made. You dont man happiness. It certainly dewant John stroys liberty, and it makes some Deborah, go to your room. When virtues impracticable and others John comes. Ill ask him to give you extremely difficult. Samuel Johna sedative. Youre ill. You arent son. yourself. I am mysflf! Debby's voice rose hysterically. Ive been wantDefiance suddenly Salt Lakes NEWEST HOTEL ing to tell you crumpled. Debbys head drooped. Her lips quivered forlornly, like a childs. Oh, whats the use. She gave a strangled sob and turned toward the door. INDIGESTION Bell-a- fastest-actin- Bell-an- a . (TO BE CONTINUED) Women Flying Students Learn Easier Then Men A d slip of a girl, who teaches flying to engineers at Rensselaer Polytechnic institute' in Troy, N. Y., believes its safer to teach women students. They are more willing to do as they are told, according to Miss Barbara Kibbee, Civil Aeronautics authority flight instructor. Despite their fear of the air, Miss Kibbee said, average women know they know nothing about flying, or mechanics, or engineering or physics, and are consequently easy to teach. On the other hand, she continued, I find that some men think they know, how things should be done and sometimes are" not as ready to follow instructions. This is particularly true of middle-age- d men, who have been successful in business and who as executives have become accustoned to giving rather than taking orders. Miss Kibbee, one of the few women flight instructors in the country, was already a licensed commercial pilot and instructor before her appointment to Rensselaers pilot training program. I havent found that my sex handicaps me as an instructor, she Some men at first question said. the idea of being taught to fly by a slender little woman, but after the first flight all this changes. If they see she knows her business and has as much nerve as they have, thats all there is to it. . blue-eye- six-fo- ot 115-pou- nd . , Hotel TEMPLE SQUARE Opposite Mormon Temple HIGHLY RECOMMENDED Rates $150 to $3.00 Its a mark of distinction to stop at this beautiful hostelry ERNEST C. ROSSITKR, Mgr. SPECIAL BARGAINS TATHEN you see the specials of our merchants announced in the columns of this paper you can depend on them. They mean bargains for you. They are offered by merchants who are not afraid to announce their prices .or the quality of the merchandfee they offer. g |