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CHAPTER III
Shirley Maguire snapped off the
electric iron as her sister entered.
“Oh, hullo, Kath,” she said, be­
coming suddenly very busy with one
of the ruffles on Laura's ecru 05-
gandy frock.
But although she averted her face,
Kathleen could see Shirley's violet
eyes in the mirror over the dress­
ing table and they were blurred.
"Let me finish, Sis. You look tired
to death.”
Kathleen elaborately pretended
that it was merely fatigue and the
heat which had drawn shadows on
Shirley's delicate cheeks. The Ma­
guires had been brought up to re­
aped each other's reticence*. And
■o Kathleen did not refer to any
tear* Shirley might have been shed­
ding. And neither did Shirley.
"I’ve all finished, Kath, thanks.
W. N.U. Service
closet if you will."
"Surely."
Shirley was employing a subter­
fuge to be »lone and Kathleen knew
it. But she obediently trotted across
the hall and she took her time about
the errand. When she returned,
Shirley had bathed her face and pow­
dered her telltale eyelids and was
curled up on the foot of the bed.
manicuring her finger nails as if
she had nothing on her mind but
the last development in liquid polish.
"Mother thinks you ought to take a
cat nap,” suggested Kathleen, dig­
ging out her red evening sandals
which needed cleaning.
"I'm not sleepy." said Shirley.
Kathleen bent over her task. She
didn't want Shirley to think she was
tampering with things which did not
concern her. But the trouble was
Shirley hadn't been sleeping nights
either. Kathleen had not told any­
one, not even Laura how often Shir­
ley rolled and tossed or slipped out
of bed to sit in the window and
smoke a cigarette.
Maybe she
thought Kathleen did not know. She
always lay perfectly still and said
nothing. But Kathleen knew. And
it had her a little ragged.
Shirley just did not deserve the
break she was getting. Kathleen
was beginning to think that fate
takes a special delight in being ma-
Shirley was employing a subter­
fuge and Kathleen knew it.
licious to the wrong people. She
could think of a number of girls it
would be a pleasure to see knocked
off their pedestals. But Shirley was
not one of them. Kathleen admit-
ted she was partial. All her life
she had secretly thought that Shir-
ley was a bit of all right. Probably
because she was four years older.
Perhaps because they were so dif­
ferent in looks and in temperament.
Kathleen was pretty and viva­
cious. She looked "slick,'' to quote
herself, in snappy clothes. She could
wear extreme haircuts and get by
with impudence and a general air
of being more hard-boiled than she
was.
But Shirley was beautiful.
Really beautiful.
She had wide,
smoke-blue eyes and radiant gold-
brown hair and the loveliest cream
and rose skin and exquisite hands
and feet She looked just as pretty
in a bungalow apron a* in an eve­
ning gown.
And Shirley was quite as beauti­
ful within as without. She had high
standards and she did not betray
them. She was never petty nor ma­
licious nor envious nor capricious.
If Shirley had wild ugly impulses,
she mastered them in secret They
never cluttered up the neighborhood.
Kathleen passionately coveted Shir­
ley's ability to put her soul through
its paces without an outward ripple.
Shirley was proud and disciplined
and reserved and self-controlled. She
kept her emotions firmly under lock
and key, as if they were dangerous
explosives.
Kathleen, sitting flat on the floor
with cleaning fluid and a rag, vig-
orously massaged the heel of a friv­
olous red slipper and wished she
were as thoroughly the master of
her frailties as her sister.
But
watching the dimple come and go in
the younger girl’s vivid, mercurial
face, Shirley Maguire knew with bit­
terness that her capacity for silent
anguish was the point of her grave
peril.
Far better, she thought, to be able
to boil over like Kathleen than to
keep agonies corked up in your
heart To poison and ferment.
The diamond on Shirley’s slender
white hand winked at her mocking­
ly as she filed her ring finger. Shir­
ley had a strange feeling that the
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Kathleen Maguire Is helping her moth­
Kathleen had just returned from a trip
flx tt. Like her father. Mik*, h*
er with a dinner to be given that night
for wild flowers to sav* ■ florist's bill.
a happy-go-lucky newspaper man.
for the Newsums. «hose son Jalrd. is
The rear tire of th* old car had gon*
assurance irritates her. He **ema
engaged to Shirley. Kathleen's sister.
flat, and a strange young man helped
amused and kisses her.
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• • •
CHAPTER II—Continued
But you can hang this in Laura's stone laughed when It caught her
Kathleen's
eyes
smarted,
It
seemed to the girl such rank in­
justice that Laura should have to
patch and glue and nail things to
gether to make them do. It wasn't
as if she had been born to make­
shifts. She had grown up in con­
siderable luxury. But she had had
precious little of it since her mar­
riage, especially the last few years
It had never worried Kathleen un­
til lately. All the things her mother
did without But somehow in the past
few months it had become a sore
spot in the girl's consciousness. She
supposed she was growing up. If
so, it was a harrowing process. One
that was shaking her foundations
pretty badly. She said nothing. It
hurt to criticize her father. She had
always been his favorite. And he
bad been her particular, shining he­
ro. Just of late had she begun to
think he could have flaws. She was
essentially a fiercely loyal young per­
son. It made her feel dreadfully
let down to be considering Mike with
resentment She didn't want to. She
most terribly didn't want to. And
yet—
"I saw Mrs. Mays this afternoon."
"Yes?" murmured Laura.
She was arranging the irises in a
graceful low white Wedgewood bowl
which would stand on a mirror in
the center of the table.
“Her limousine almost crowded
me into the curb outside Jenson's.
Her chauffeur was bringing out a
box of hothouse flowers. A box as
long as a hearse. Is she entertain­
ing tonight?”
“Yes, didn't you hear? Mrs. New-
sum said they'd have to leave be-
fore nine for—quotation marks—a
little intimate bridge at Mrs.
Mays'.”
"Aren't you Invited?”
“I’m not exactly intimate with
that crowd any more.”
"Because you haven't the money
to keep up with Lizzie?"
Laura shrugged her shoulders.
Kathleen studied her with narrowed
eyes. She wished she knew whether
her mother really did not mind miss­
ing out with old friends.
"Mrs. Mays has never quite for­
given you, Laura, because she'd nev­
er have got Eugene Mays if you
hadn't given him the air.”
It was common knowledge that
Laura Maguire could have been
Mrs. Eugene Mays had she liked.
She had indeed had considerable
trouble eluding the banker in favor
of Michael Maguire. And Mays had
been the catch of the town. He
still was Covington's richest man.
His big. three-storied house was a
show place, set in stately grounds.
His wife never bad to darn table­
cloths or make over last year's hats.
Again Kathleen scrutinized her
mother’s averted face.
Did Laura ever think she had
made a mistake? Would she do it
the same way a second time if she
had the choice? Kathleen's throat
ached.
Her mother had rejected
Eugene Mays—and real pearls and
an impressive home and servants
and a new car every year and trips
to New York—because she was in
love with a charming Irishman. Up
to six months ago it had never oc­
curred to Kathleen that Laura had
paid high for love. Or that she might
regret her bargain. Somehow Kath­
leen had taken it for granted that
her mother was thrilled to death to
be poor and shabby and overworked.
But was she? Or did she feel that
love and life and Michael Maguire
had cheated her?
Kathleen shivered.
Her mother
had thrown the world over for ro­
mance. Yet it appeared to Kath­
leen that somewhere on the road
Laura had been defrauded. Because
there was nothing very romantic
about darning Mike's socks and fish­
ing his dirty shirts out from behind
the clothes hamper where he in-
variably threw them.
"If you ask me,” said Kathleen
Maguire outside her sister's door.
"this love racket looks more like a
skin game than anything else. You
get a few mad thrills—maybe. But
you pay for them by taking it on
the chin the rest of your life.”
And in her heart she had a pan­
icky feeling t-.at her mother must
long ago have reached the same con­
clusion although she was too game
to whine.
Friday, August 8, 1941
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THE PAPERS OF
PURKEY
Dear Oscar:
I have not slept hardly a wink
since reading about American force*
being in Iceland and I wish you
would not say like you did in your
last letter that the boys sent there
are lucky because it is to hot in
American draft camps in summer.
I would not like it if you were in
Iceland of all place* and how can
you say Iceland is not so bad when
all you know is what you have seen
In the travelogue* at the movie
houses.
• • •
It is all very well to say that the
climate is not so terrible and that
it is not at all like the North Pola
but when you are in the Arctic zone
you are in the Arctic zone and
your father says that Iceland is aw­
ful and is the place where Peary
and Dr. Cook had all that trouble
and where Admiral Byrd is always
getting stuck in the ice flocs.
Our groceryman who used to be
a sailor says your father is wrong
and has got his geography all mixed
up He says he was in Iceland and
that he has seen it a lot colder in
this country but if it is so good why
did he only make short stops there?
eye. But she brought herself up
sharply. She simply must not in­
dulge In morbid fancies. It was un­
healthy, almost indecent It came
from solitary brooding. If only she
could break through the cell of her
reservel But Shirley could not pro­
duce the skeleton* from her mental
closet for the inspection of others.
"The table look* spiffy,” observed
Kathleen, from the floor. "Honestly,
isn't Mother a genius at making any
old thing do in a rub? I don't be­
lieve even Kitty-Cat Newsum can
find a thing to sniff at"
Shirley flushed faintly. Kathleen
eyed her from under lowered lashes.
She knew quite well that Shirley
would never have applied such an
epithet to the lady in question. Al­
though Shirley had more reason to
resent Jaird's mother than had any
other person on earth. If Shirley’s
dreams did not perish of dry rot it
would be through no fault of Mrs.
Blake Newsum.
"Give Mother two hours and a
bunch of wild flowers and she could
entertain the Duke of Windsor in a
style he'd love," said Shirley.
"Sure, and she'd have time left
I looked it up in a book at the free
over to remind Mike to wash the public library which was quite a
printers' Ink off his paws before he job as every book on Iceland was
shook hands with the Duke,” chor­ either out or was being read in
tled Kathleen.
the reference room and I had to
Shirley smiled. "Mike will never wait all day in line with a lot of
America mothers who are as wor­
grow up."
ried as I am about the place.
"Not so long as he can get by
without it,” said Kathleen, frown­
It is even farther away than I sus­
ing.
pected. I never paid much atten-
Shirley glanced at her quickly.
{tion to Iceland but I always had an
There had been a note in her sister's
, idea it was just off the North Amer-
voice Shirley had never heard Kath­
! lean coast near Labrador. Why,
leen apply to their father. In their
! Oscar, it is even farther away than
several ways all hi* children adored
Greenland which is *0 far away it
Michael Maguire. But it was no
secret that be had always been is not on any map we ever had in
our house.
Kathleen's special god. As a child
she had been ready to battle anyone
It looks so close to the British Isles
who dared intimate that anything
on the map that it almost seems like
about Mike could be improved. No
it got accidentally detached in a
longer ago than six months Kathleen
storm, and a yellow line with the
had threatened to box Fatty Bon­
words Arctic Circle printed in red
ner's ears for saying on the stump
letters goes right through the top of
that Maguire didn't deserve to be
it in case anybody is in any doubt
elected mayor of Covington for the
• • •
tenth time because he was no howl­
The atlas says it is a volcanic
ing success at handling his private
business, *0 why entrust him with platoo covered by glaciers in the
northern part and pastures and
running the city?
meadows in the south but It would
It was a bit of a family joke, '
be just your luck to get sent to
Mike’s being lord mayor of Coving­
the northern part and it must be
ton. The office paid next to nothing.
terrible to be where there are vol­
In fact Mike never broke even on
canoes and glaciers all mixed in
the deal. His salary failed complete­
together. You would never know
ly to equal what he laid out on en­
what underwear to put on.
tertaining visiting celebrities who in- ¡
variably called on His Honor when
Your father and I hope you stay
in town and expected to be wined
and dined. To say nothing of the right where you are so please do
parades and the conventions and the not talk about wanting to go to Ice-
charity drives to which Mike was land any more. I am sending you
supposed to lend his moral and the things you asked for and will
write more soon.
financial support
With all my love,
The city budget appropriated all
Mother.
it could stand for such eventualities.
• • •
But by November of every year,
Dear ma—Just a line to let you
the fund was depleted. From that
know I dropped the idea of trying to
point Mike was on his own. Many a
get switched to a Iceland division
time His Honor was reduced to the
on account it is too hot in this coun­
expedient of opening the Community
try just now. Do not worry, You
Fund Ball on the proceeds of a
are wrong about Iceland and so is
pawned watch and chain. To be
pop. This time of year it has flow­
redeemed when city taxes were
ers and farm crops and even heat
paid.
waves and before Americans have
Secretly, although he made comi­ been there much it will have Miss
cal remarks about it Mike adored America contents.
being mayor of Covington. He liked
• • •
to preside at banquets and throw out
Even should I ever get sent there
the first ball at the opening of the I have just read that its principal
baseball season. He got a great export is cod liver oil witch you
kick out of securing the new civic half been telling me was good for
auditorium by a determined drive me all my life. The camp atlas says
on the purses of banker* and poli­ its best crop is potatoes witch is
ticians and the like. He was a* alone enough to keep me from want­
pleased as a small boy with a lit­ ing to go there. I never seen so
tle red drum over the modest but many potatoes since I got into the
complete municipal hospital for army and I have personally peeled
which he had schemed for year*.
all but two or three quarts of 'em.
He admitted it might be a luxury, I wood want no part in saving any
but he wouldn’t have traded job* country which had more of them.
with any ruling nabob. And although
he had determined opposition from
So do not worry. Tell pop he must
the political machine, Mike went on of slept all through his gcografTy
being elected year after year. The classes at school. Lots of love.
people had an indestructible faith
Oscar.
in his Integrity. Other mayors had
• • •
waxed rich. By distinctly unscrupu­
A draftee contributor who is sta­
lous methods. Mike lost money ev­ tioned at one of the hottest camp*
ery time he was sworn in.
in the country, heard of the occu­
His children teased him about be­ pation of Iceland with envy. “The
ing a big hoptoad in a very insig­ lucky stiffs!” he cried when told
nificant puddle. But deep down with­ U. S. troops were there. "They must
in, none of the Maguires thought it of had inflooence!”
• • •
funny to be lord mayor of Coving­
ton. They might wisecrack about it
“Iceland?” he was heard to re­
among themselves, but they were mark later. "That’s the place that
quick to defend Mike from an out­ used to be on the gingerale hour.”
• so
sider’s aspersion. Kathleen had al­
ways been especially sensitive to any
To casual visitors to America who
unflattering criticism of their fa­ listen to the radio it must seem that
ther. And yet today Shirley for the America is a land which has but
first time had detected a bitter note three major worries; Scalp irrita-
In Kathleen’s reference to Mike. But tlon, intestinal irregularities and
at her glance Kathleen sidestepped diet.
• * •
the issue. She might in her own
mind have reached the stage where
THE EXPLANATION
she was uncertain about values
("Natur and Kultur, a Ger­
which she had accepted wholeheart­
man publication, quotes 10 sciet,
edly all her life, but she could not
lists as saying Hitler and other
bring herself to bare her slipping
splendid Aryans could not con­
loyalties even to Shirley. So Kath­
ceivably have developed from
leen changed the subject with an
apes."—News item.)
evasiveness which reminded Shirley
There you have
of herself.
The big solution:
Those boys had
"Did you know the Newsums ar*
No evolution.
leaving at nine? To bridge at Mrs.
Mays’?”
What the Nazi patience needs is
Again Shirley reddened slightly,
a smaller exhaust pipe, if you
"Yes."
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(TO BE CONTINUED)
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By LEMUEL F. PARTON
(CoiiRvltd.itcd Feuturra WNU Service.I
EW YORK-The U.S.A, gets a
quartette of political warriors
on the job, to map and push for­
ward a campaign of counter-espio­
nage und ag-
Impelui It Added g r e s s i V e
To U. S. Attack on propaganda.
They are
'Spiea and Lift’ Col. William
J. Donovan, J. Edgar Hoover, Brig.
Gen. Sherman Miles, head of the
military intelligence division of the
war department, and Capt Alan G.
Kirk, head of the office of naval In­
telligence All of them have highly
specialized and unique schooling for
the Job. They will work together,
the flying wedge of u quickening at­
tack on spies and lies.
Captain Kirk, a veteran of 33
years' service in the navy, eases
quietly into the picture, which is his
usual procedure. It just happened
the captain, a discreet and highly
personable officer, was sent to Lon­
don, as navnl attache, in May, 1939.
His Investigation and report On the
sinking of the Athenia impressed the
state department and. from his
ringside seat, he was a keen observ­
er of many important events of In­
terest to this country. When the
Germans were taunting the British
about "Where is the Ark Royal?"
Captain Kirk quietly reported that
he had just had lunch aboard her.
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\1?E MISS the garret Inventor,
* » but here's the penthouse inven­
tor, doing just as well. Charles L.
Lawrance, widening th* bomber
range by his
Wealth ‘Handicap' tiny auxil-
Failt to Prevent1”? aircraft
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O. Hubbard might have put down
as the handicap of wealth and social
position.
but he
tinkered and
schemed aviation over many a
hump and now. crowding 60, he turns
in another finished performance.
There are no loose end* or rav­
eling* to anything he doc*
HI*
"watch charm" engine I* already in
mass production for the navy. It
is a supplementary power plant
which will enable the bomber* to
venture high and far. a* it takes
care of the energy overhead of
starting motor*, feathering propel­
lers, and powering heat, light, radio
and Instrument board.
Mr. Lawrance, the first man to
adapt air-cooled engines to air navi­
gation, also contributed much to
wmg design.
His is the Wright-
Whirlwind motor and he was the
designer of the engine that catapult­
ed Charles Lindbergh to Faris- also
the engine* of the three Byrd polar
flights, the Chamberlain flight and
many other historic hops of airplane
history.
When he was a Yale undergradu­
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because he spent all his spare time
scheming and dreaming about air­
plane engines. Out of Yale, he at­
tended the Ecole des Beaux Arts in
Pari*, bringing through hi* first en­
gine before he finished his three-
year course. Returning home, he
took up his profession of engineering
and established the Lawrance En­
gineering corporation, of New York.
It was in 1917 that he perfected
hi* first air-cooled engine. He is
given to cautious understatement.
When, in 1927, Adm. Richard E.
Byrd said passenger plane* would
be flying the Atlantic in 10 years,
he said we couldn't be too sure about
that—mail possibly but not passen­
gers, for a long time to come.
ARPER SIBLEY, newly elected
president of the United Service
Organizations, is the sign, symbol
and substance of unifying, and
never of
New U.S.O. Head disruptive
la ‘Buaineaa Man' forces. If
agriculture
Of Wide Intereata and indus-
try seem to have divided inter­
ests, he has farms scattered here
and there and everywhere, and he
also carries a nice line of lumber
companies, banks, loan sociel'** and
coal companies.
When the government and busi­
ness are at outs, Mr. Sibley is the
man in between, counselling a bit
of give and take here. He was the
successful intermediary in the auto­
mobile strike of 1937, and while, a*
a conservative business man, he
was shelling the New Deal, he was
backing up Secretary Hull’s trade
treaties and the President’s foreign
policy.
He has held forth steadily against
class animosities. His career is a
refutation of the philosopher Berke­
ley. He can see both sides of any
object at a given instant. As a for­
mer president of the United State*
Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Sibley
is an authoritative voice in Amer-
lean business and he is never happy
unless he ha* 8 or 10 highly diversi­
fied jobs, with plenty of time for
tennis and golf. He is a former
Groton and Harvard schoolmate of
President Roosevelt, and like the
President an upstate country squire.
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