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INSTALLMENT THREE—The Story So
Jaird Newsum and Shirley Maguire
mayor of Covington. Mr* Maguire I*
kava been engafed for soma Ume. With
giving a dinner for the Newsum* Kath
the depression. Newsum Sr. gave up
leen. another daughter, la helpins her
hl* business and Jaird had no work.
mother. Laura. Kathleen had just met
Maguire la editor of th* Clarion and
an Irritating atranger who kissed her
a
•
CHAPTER III—Continued
Maguire. In dozens of small ways
"I think they might have kept the Mrs. Newsum during the past year
evening free after they accepted had insinuated that she thought each
Mother’s invitation to dinner," cried of them would be happier free. She
Kathleen hotly. "Especially since was forever hinting that long en
she isn’t asked to the bridge party.” gagements were unfair to both par
Shirley said nothing. She «imply ties. She lost no occasion to flick
could not be made to express her Shirley’s sensitive pride on the raw.
self adversely about her future Because Shirley did not betray the
mother-in-law. At least Mr*. New sting her adversary, who was a
sum was supposed to be that some thick-skinned woman, felt it neces
day although Kathleen wondered if sary to make the attacks more
Shirley ever would marry Jaird. pointed. No wonder Shirley of late
Perhaps Shirley guessed as much had felt a little frantic.
"If Connie Mays’ father didn’t own
for she stared at her engagement
ring and her mouth looked suddenly half the town, old hens like Mother
Newsum would tear her reputation
thin and tired.
Shirley was twenty-two. And she to shreds," burst out Kathleen sav
agely.
and Jaird Newsum had been en
Her remark was apparently irrel
gaged ever since she was eighteen
and a half. They had expected to evant. But not to Shirley. She felt
be married as soon as Jaird finished as if she were walking barefoot on
hot asphalt. She had known for a
at the university.
Jaird had graduated with honors long time that Jaird's mother hoped
according to schedule. But there he would jilt Shirley for Connie
had been no wedding. It was just Mays. But Shirley hadn't known
one of those things for which no that Kathleen knew. Though proba
one was to blame. Jaird had ex bly everyone did. Mrs. Newsum was
pected to go straight from school not a subtle woman.
Connie was the only daughter of
into his father's factory. He had
been going to get quite a nice sal Eugene Mays. She was just nine
ary while he was learning the busi teen and freshly home from a
ness which he would eventually in swanky finishing school in the east.
She had always had everything un-
herit
But on leaving school Jaird found
a distorted world. Completely dis
rupted by the forces of an industrial
and economic crisis. He did
go into his father’s business for
simple reason that there was
business. After losing money
two years Blake Newsum, always a
conservative man, decided to cut his
kisses. He closed the factory. He
had enough of an income to live on
provided that it was carefully ex
pended. He owned his own home.
He admitted that his change of
plans was a little rough on his son,
but Jaird was young, said both his
father and his mother. He could af
ford to wait, he and Shirley.
It was painfully apparent almost
from the beginning that the New
sums did not propose to be saddled
with Shirley. Their attitude made
it impossible for Jaird to marry
her until he was economically able
to support a wife. And so Shirley's
radiant dreams had been hopelessly
lost in a vicious circle. She and
Jaird had been on tiptoe outside the
door of ecstasy for three painful
nerve-wracking years.
CHAPTER IV
No one can go on day in and day
out keyed to the last notch yet for
ever cheated of fulfillment, without
dulling the blade of the spirit Shir
ley and Jaird had possessed some
thing so sharp its rapture had been
kin to anguish. But the years and
frustration were getting in their
deadly work.
Shirley's soul shuddered.
She bad a terrible feeling that ev
erything which made life a wild
sweet adventure was dying in her
hands. Losing its high zest Grow
ing stale and savorless before she
had ever put her lips to the cup.
And there was nothing she could do
about it Nothing! Not a muscle
moved in her lovely controlled face.
But in her heart something wept
like Hagar mourning in the Wilder
ness. A Hagar who had no Ishmael
to share her exile.
“Yes, I knew the Newsums were
leaving early,” said Shirley quietly.
"And I knew Mrs. Mays did not
invite mother, But I don’t believe
she minds.”
Kathleen bit her lip. “You mean
she’d die before she let on.”
”1 think she’d rather stay at home
With Mike.”
"And that’s love, I suppose,”
Jeered Kathleen.
“Yes.”
Kathleen looked sharply away. She
knew Shirley was thinking that if
she and Jaird had a home any
where, it would be heaven just to be
together. Kathleen suddenly had a
savage longing to do something
about the things Shirley desired and
was being denied.
“Why don’t you and Jaird kick
over the whole doghouse?” she de
manded in a roughened voice. “I
mean elope and let his people like it
or else."
Shirley had a strange white cir
cle about her mouth.
“We can’t do that," she said,
"Because of the old she-cat?”
Shirley shivered and walked over
to the window Kathleen stared aft
er her and felt a little frightened. It
was the nearest any of the family
had come to putting into words the
unmistakable change which bad oc
curred in Mrs. Newsum’s attitude
in the past year. And Kathleen was
not sure exactly how Shirley would
receive the intrusion.
But Shirley, staring down the tree-
lined and rather shabby street in
front of the Maguire bouse, had for
gotten Kathleen. . Shirley was think
ing of Jaird’s mother who once had
not disapproved of Shirley, but who
recently had complicated an already
galling situation by an increasing
tendency to delay her son’s mar
riage to the girl of his choice.
Shirley could not blind herself to
the humiliating truth.
If possible, Jaird’s mother hoped
to prevent his ever marrying Shirley
I
She was just nineteen and freshly
home from a swanky finishing
school.
"HÌ.Phillipr
on the left shoulder which Laura had
artfully covered with a Inc* fichu
resurrected from the red bag and
dyed with coffee grounds. Kathleen
always insisted that her mother
could perform miracles if turned
loose with a few remnants and any
thing to tint them with.
Laura grinned.
She had to admit the lace fichu
had been an inspiration. It came out
a rich golden-brown color and fairly
saved the life of the ecru organdy.
She brushed her black hair till it lay
sleekly against her head, touched
the lobes of her ears with the cut
glass stopper of her old-fashioned
scent bottle and, grimacing a little,
used the tip of her finger to apply a
hint of rouge to her humorous lips.
"Belle Newsum simply must not
be allowed to patronize." she told
herself with a grin, thinking of Kath
leen.
Actually Laura found it difficult
to smile when she thought of Shir
ley and Jaird's mother. The boy
was everything desirable. His fa-
ther was a just, though rather ob-
tuse man. But Laura had known
Bell Newsum all their lives and
found little excuse for her being.
The key to her character lay in the
fact that she had never been sure
of herself. Even as a girl she had
not been popular. And she had en
vied others who were, although she
toadied to them.
Jaird had the good sense to inherit
none of his mother's foibles. He
was more like his maternal grand
father, who had been a simple un
pretentious laboring man
Belle
Newsum did not like to be reminded
that until her marriage she had not
belonged to one of Covington's first
families. But to Laura's relief Jaird
had no tendency to false pride.
On her way downstairs Laura
stopped in for a look at her daugh
ters. Shirley was absent in the bath
room. But Kathleen in scanties and
a ridiculous band of silk and lace
that passed for a brassiere was just
stepping into her dress. It was crisp
white net embroidered in red dots,
with a long bouffant skirt and tiny
puff sleeves and a brief silk slip
that stopped just below Kathleen's
dimpled knees and had saucy cher
ry-colored ribbons for shoulder
straps.
Kathleen grinned at her through
the mirror.
Downstairs Laura found Hulda In
full possession of her somewhat lim
ited faculties.
The dining room
looked quaint and charming. Laura
lit the long yellow candles. She
loved the play of soft flickering lights
on delicate old china and thin slen
der glasses. The purple irises made
a rich tapestry against the satin of
fine damask and linen lace.
"It's not bad," Laura told herself,
thinking again of Shirley and Belle
Newsum and of the fact that Hulda
must be cautioned about the weak
handle on the gravy dish. "If only
everything holds together.” reflected
Laura, "the Newsums can't help
believing we are less wormeaten
than is generally supposed.”
der the sun she wanted. Especially
if it was something she had no busi
ness to want She was a thin, nerv
ous, rapacious creature, strikingly
smart looking in an odd. bizarre,
almost neurotic fashion. At present
she wanted Jaird Newsum.
She
wanted him pretty terribly because
he belonged to Shirley Maguire and
was not supposed to be for sale.
"Sometimes,” said Shirley in a
steady but rather lifeless voice, “I
think Connie is a little to be pitied,
She never has been crossed. It's
not her fault if she has moral indi-
gestion.”
At that minute she heard a car
Kathleen got to her feet with a
gesture of baffled resignation. It draw up at the curb, and her heart
was no use. Shirley would not con- quickened. She hadn't seen Tom in
descend to her opponent's tactics. almost a month. Although the city
Connie Mays merited no quarter at was only a couple of hours away he
and Mary Etta did not come out to
Shirley's hands.
"If she ever looked at a boy friend Covington a lot. They never had.
Mary Etta was not fond of Tom’s
of mine in that way of hers I’d
scratch her green eyes out, so help mother.
me!” cried Kathleen with her own
It was one of those things Laura
private venom, and slammed the did her best not to think about It
door behind her.
was impossible to contemplate with
Alone, Shirley stood very still. Her out rancor. And so Laura did not if
heart beating in strange thick jerks.
she could help it indulge in intro
Why hadn't she poured it all out to spection on the subject It was awk
Kathleen? The ache, the festering ward enough for Tom to have his
pricks. Shirley's hands crept up and wife full of sore thumbs where his
covered her burning eyelids. What mother was concerned. Laura had
was it that locked her tongue so she no desire to harass him with painful
couldn't speak? To Kathleen. Or to reactions on her part, She had seen
her Mother. Shirley couldn't even men pulled to pieces between con-
with Jaird bring herself to discus* flicting loyalties.
the thing that was poisoning her
Laura hurried Into the hall and
heart.
Tom came to meet her.
Was everything to be spoiled for
"Hullo, darling,” she cried, and
her and Jaird?
thought with a pang that he looked
Their happiness for years had tired and much too thin, although
been within the grasp of their strain she did not say so.
ing finger tips. And yet it jeeringly
“How are you, Mary Etta?”
eluded them. They were forever be
"Quite well, thank you, Mrs. Ma
ing brought up just short of rapture.
guire.”
Tantalisingly jerked back from their
Tom's wife had never called
desire by a checkrein. No wonder
Laura mother nor did she offer her
their nerves were raw.
lips. They were very scarlet and
• • •
Laura Maguire stood in front of as uncompromising as her clever
the mirror in her bedroom and ex black eyes. Mary Etta too was thin.
She looked like a
amined herself with rather jaun From choice.
fashion drawing.
And that’s ex
diced eyes. She had dressed early
actly how she wanted to look. A
because there were several last-min
bit angular but very smart.
ute tasks to be done and Tom and
"I’m so glad you all came early,”
Mary Etta would probably arrive
before the other*. Tom was Laura’s Laura said, and realized she was
first-born and although she never ad gushing—a criminal offence in Mary
mitted it, he had a prior claim on Etta’s eyes.
her heartstrings.
"We left sooner than usual so as
But it was of Shirley Laura was to try out the new bus,” Tom re
thinking. For Shirley's sake it was marked.
“You have a new car?” Laura ex
claimed. "How perfectly elegant!”
• : 1 " " ' " " 'M." ’
"Mary Etta has,” Tom corrected
her. Laura glanced at him quickly.
But he did not meet her eyes. Prob
ably he was afraid they would re
Begin this fine «tory to- '
veal the bitterness which rankled
day. There k stili time.
within him.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
It I« Not Too Late
Even thè beginiicr will find thia
pattem ensy to <lo.
• • •
after he fixed the fiat tire of the Ms-
suite car Kathleen dislike« the patron* JINGLES FOR TIIE ALUMINUM
Iztng Mrs Newsum. The sisters are
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talking. Kathleen Is resentful that the I had a little stewpan—
Neu sums are to leave early.
It set me back a deuce;
important that tho ecru organdy I'm sending it to Knudsen
To help cook Hitler's goose.
should not betray the darned place
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Therc was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe.
She had a lot of skillets
And needed only two.
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Kansas City, Mo.
Kncloae IS cents tor each pattem
desired I’alteinNu
Name
She gave 'em to her country:
Thus from a single shoe
Will come a boot that's certain
To knock out you-know-who.
Mary had a frying pan,
A kettle and a pot;
IVEDDING KING TILE the
VV very name of this patchwork
quilt is intriguing.
Thirty-two
pieces of varied prints und plain
colors make up its 18-inch blocks;
30 blocks and a three-inch border
are required for 90 by 114 size.
OUSEHOLD
f ■>'
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But very seldom used 'em
She ate outside a lot
gave them for
defense—
Now when a bomber wings
Its way o’erhead she claps her
hand*
And cries, "There go my things!’*
• • •
Jack and Jill went up a hill.
But when they saw their bucket
Was partly of aluminum
To Uncle Sam they "tuck it"
She
I had a cocktail shaker
For which I had much use
And. oh. the deadly wallop
That shaker could produce I
But now it’s joined the army—
It's in the flying corps;
If ever it hits Adolf
He’ll know that war is war.
Little percolater.
You feel cheap. I bet
Doing very little
In the kitchenette.
You could be a weapon
For the U. S. A.
’Stead of making coffee
Once or twice a day.
• • •
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To check on her pots and pans;
The aluminum ones
She knew were like guns
In helping defensive plans.
• • •
Frying pan, frying pan.
Where have you been?
I've been to London
And back again;
I’m part of a bomber
That flies o’er the sea . . .
Who ever'd have thought that
Could happen to me!
• • •
Yoo hoo, mistress.
Have you any pots?
Yes sir, yes sir,
I have lots.
One for Benito
And others for Fritz—
And, boy, am I hoping
They score perfect hits!
• • •
Sprinkle talcum powder inside
an ice bag or hot water bottle
when storing them. The powder
helps prevent the bag from stick
ing together.
• • •
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Our Knowledge
Much learning shows how little
mortals know.—Young.
If you heat a lemon thoroughly
before squeezing it you will ob
tain nearly double the ordinury
quantity of Juice.
• • •
Adil a few chopped olives to the
drippings left when you broil
chops, heat that and then pour it
over the chops. This also goes
for steaks.
• • •
To prevent marmalade grain
ing, do not boil it too fast, and
take it of? the stove as soon as
a little of it jellies on a cold plate.
Be careful that you have pure sug
ar for this and all preserves.
• • •
The red tiles about the fireplace
should be rubbed, when they be
come dull, with cut lemon dipped
in salt and then washed with soup
and water.
• • •
For a simple luncheon dish,
stuff green peppers with creamed
tuna or crab, sprinkle grated
cheese over the top end bake 30
minutes in a moderate oven.
Labor the Conqueror
Labor is discovered to be the
grand conqueror, enriching and
Hurting Others
He hurts the absent who quar
rels with a drunken man.—Syrus.
building up nations more surely
than the proudest battles.—Chan
ning.
CONCLUSION
I’ve seen the hats the ladies wil'
Be asked to wear this fall;
Milady will look twice as bad
As last year, all in all.
• • •
He was
Add Characterizations:
so fait and «lippery that if you
wanted to «hap hi* photo you would
have to give a stimulant to a speed
camera.
• • •
We know a nightclub proprietor
who is very happy in the conviction
that he won’t have to make any in
come tax payments next year. He
thinks the law against joint returns
is sure to pass.
• • •
A Census bureau report says that
there are more men per woman out
West than in the East. On the other
hand, the Impression may just be
due to the fact that out West the
craze for slacks hasn't gone so far.
• • •
I TOLO you
yOU 0 AND CAMELS
AND CAMELS
MILDER. AND THERES
LESS NICOTINE
TASTE SO GRAND
THE SMOKE
COOL AND FULL
OF FLAVOR
VERSES FOR NURSES
They take your pulse and look so
formal;
They wonder why it isn’t normal;
They say my temp is like a fire . . .
I’m puzzled that it isn’t higher.
The Ills of body brought me here,
But now my heart is acting queer;
It only slips one beat in three . . .
That’s what these nurses do to me!
—Wallace Cox.
• • •
Advertising offer by the Nazis to
the small nations: Why Do the Dirty
Work? Let Us Cut Your Throat for
You.
see
American newspaper correspond
ents are being expelled almost daily
from Italy. It seems they are guilty
of telling the truth.
a e e
THE SMOKE OF SLOWER-BURNING CAMELS CONTAINS
28% LESS NICOTINE
than the average of the 4 other
largest-selling brands tested —
less than any of them — according
to independent scientific tests
o/ the smoke itself !
Benito says Italy has really been
at war 19 years, It only seems that
long.
e • •
VACATION REELECTION
There is nothing in life
Left more to chance
Than the continuance of
A shore romance.
—Beatrice.
THE CIGARETTE OF COSTLIER TOBACCOS