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CHAPTER VII—Continued
Everybody laughed. And Laura
flashed Mike a grateful glance which
he accepted with the little crooked
smile he saved for her. Once more
he had pulled the party out of the
fire. And from then on Laura kept a
flrm hand on the conversational
strings Nevertheless the dinner had
been a strain. She had had the
sensation of sitting on top of a vol
cano. But at least nobody came to
verbal fisticuffs. And Hulda did not
forget to serve from the left except
once. Neither did anything fall to
pieces.
“Allah be praised, this is behind
me.” thought Laura, giving the sig
nal to rise from the table.
Mary Etta was in a fidget to get
away. She explained curtly that her
boss had chartered a night club and
was entertaining on a lavish scale
in honor of a recently appointed
member of the highway board. The
gentleman in question had a great
deal to say about the awarding of
road contracts. Mary Etta felt her
presence was required.
Laura stood at the door and
watched them drive rapidly away
into the fragrant May night But
Laura knew with an ache that her
flrst-born was not brushing his head
against the inspiring stars.
His
spirit was being cut to pieces on the
cruel jagged points of a sunken reef
• • •
Kathleen was at the telephone.
And to tell the truth she did not
feel too proud of herself. She had
not followed the others from the
dining table into the living room.
The idea had struck her as she
passed Ritchie Graham on her way
out His hand accidentally brushed
her bare arm. At least she thought
it was accidental, though she was
by no means certain. She wasn’t,
in fact, certain of anything about
him except that he had the unhappy
faculty of churning up her emotions.
A bit aghast at the perverse thrill
which shot through her at his touch
Kathleen, with her usual rash meth
od of leaping and then looking, de
cided that the occasion justified ex
treme measures. After all, she re
flected with ominous glints in her
brown eyes, one can't just stand
and do nothing while one’s house
burns.
“Gene, this is Kathleen Maguire.”
“Kathleen!” the voice at the other
end of the line ran the gamut of flat
tered incredulity.
“But, darling,
what a surprise!”
Kathleen made a grimace. Eugene
Mays, Junior, known to his inti
mates as Gene and Hot Shot, was
the sort who called every girl Sugar
or Beautiful or Honey Pie on sight
He was the only son of Banker Mays
and overwhelmingly conscious that
that made him the local Crown
Prince. He was twenty-one, looked
twenty-five, and acted about nine if
he ran into something he couldn’t
lick. He was big and blond and sen
sational, and a lot of girls had found
him irresistible—to their later dis
repute.
“I called you up,” said Kathleen,
wishing the words would not stick in
her throat, “to say if it isn’t too
late I’d like to change my mind
about tonight.”
“What do you mean too late?”
“I thought you'd probably have
another date by now.”
“I have. But what of it. Sweet
ness? Haven't I been telling you for
a month you ought to have a stab at
me?”
Kathleen bit her lip. He had been
hovering on her trail like a thunder
storm, for weeks. Only she hadn’t
wanted to let herself in for Hot
Shot Mays. For one thing he seemed
to think he was conferring a favor
in rushing a girl for a week or two
and then dropping her prostrate,
while she got over him the best she
could, if she could. For another, he
ran with an older crowd than Kath
leen had ever tackled. And he ran
a long way ahead of thb rest.
“I don’t want to interrupt your
plans for the evening,” she faltered
nervously.
"Precious, I’d break a flock of
dates to take you places and show
you things. Say when, Cuteness, and
Mrs. May’s little boy will be there
with his small flivver and a huge
smile."
Kathleen drew a long breath. She
was in for it. And with characteris
tic perversity she wished she wasn't
CHAPTER VIII
Kathleen’s face felt hot, but her
hands were cold when she joined
the others. The Newsums were leav
ing. Mr. Newsum protested volu
bly at having to go. He insisted he
would rather stay. But his wife in
formed Laura that of course one
Eugene
didn’t disappoint Mrs.
Laura agreed, her smile
Mays.
slightly wry. Jaird and Shirley were
going on to a dance which their
special crowd was throwing at Mari
gold Gardens, the newest outdoor
pavilion.
It still gave Laura a turn to think
of her girls in connection with pub
lic dance halls. When she was a
bud, the daughters of first families
went to balls which were strictly in
vitation affairs with programs and
chaperones. And it was as much as
daughter. Turn Maguire, her brother,
is hit by the depression and his wife.
Mary Etta, a seeprtary. Is practically
his support. There is talk of Reno.
Another brother. Alec, with no work. Is
taking up with a blonde some years old-
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a
anyone’s reputation was worth to
leave the floor during intermissions.
“But tempus certainly fugits." she
reflected.
The best young folks in Covington
avoided formality whenever possi
ble. They much preferred to collect
a small gang of their own for an
evening at one of the pay-as-you-
dance places to what they called “a
solemn-as-God" function at the
Country Club They rebelled if their
elders threw too many cut-and-dried
parties in their honor. They hooted
at the mention of chaperones and
they piled into each other's cars be
tween dances and went off in search
of hot dogs or a spot of moonlight
whenever they felt so disposed. A
number of Laura’s contemporaries
prophesied that the younger genera
tion was headed straight for the dev
il. But she held onto her sense of
humor with both hands and remem
bered that her father had said pre
cisely the same thing when she was
seventeen.
And so on this occasion she swal
lowed hard as she often had to. and
said only, “Have a jolly time, dar
ling.”
Shirley stooped and kissed her
mother's cheek. “Thanks for every-
thing.” she whispered.
Laura squeezed her hand, Shir-
ley was so sweet. Kathleen would
have gone into a nose dive trying
•
er than he. Her father. Mike, happy-
go-lucky editor and mayor of Covington,
bring» Ritchie Graham to the party. He's
the stranger who klased Kathleen after
he fixed a flat Uro tor her.
newapaper man too.
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The Questioni
INSTALLMENT SIX—The Story So Far
The Maguire» ar« giving a dinner tor
the Newsum» Shirley Maguire and Jaird
Newsum are engaged. But Kathleen
Maguire la peeved Mrs. Newsum ts too
patronizing
In fact she wants Jaird
to marry Connie Maya, the banker'a
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next new dress.
Make this dress in uny pastel or
dark colored crepe, or in a pin
dot cotton or silk crepe. Then the
contrast of a white rutile around
the collar will stand out prettily.
If the dress is to be of a printed
crepe the rutile might be of Irish
crochet or Valenciennes lace; if it
is a plain color the rutile may be
of organdy or net.
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1. Is the American flag ever
officially flown after sunset?
2. What “First Lndy of the
Land” wax born in Englund?
3. Whut Is surrounded by the
chromosphere?
4. The minimum age for repre
sentatives in the congress of the
United States is what?
5. What is the population of
Iceland?
6. In the navy, a captain's bout
Is called what? An admiral’s?
a great deal of money some
and his wife should eventually be
come the undisputed arbiter of Cov
ington society But he was the last
man on earth Laura would have
chosen for Kathleen. Then Laura
recollected that as mothers will,
The Antivert
she was borrowing trouble.
One
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date does not make a wedding—
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1. Yes, but only on the Capitol,
especially where Eugene Mays was
Site .38 take» 4'. yard» .'Hi Inch material,
'a yard organdy to trim.
Send your the House und Senate Office build
concerned. He might not ever no
ings. in Washington.
order Io:
tice Kathleen again. But if he did—
Laura's heart lurched.
2. Mrs. John Quincy Adams
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wus born in London of un Amer-
“He's arsenic to the fair insects."
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ican father.
San Francisco
Calif.
was Alec's verdict “I suppose be
3. The sun (a mass of Incan-
Enclose 15 centi for each pattern.
cause he’s dangerous. And mean.
descent gases).
Or maybe the little darlings just
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crave punishment. And how he
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dies it out!”
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Kathleen was thinking of that
5. The last census (December
31, 1938) gave 118,888.
she came down the front walk
6. A gig. A barge.
ward the long sleek purring road
ster which Gene Mays had left with
the engine running.
“Where to, Beautiful?" he wanted
Officials of the large railroads
to know, tucking Kathleen into the
in the United States met in 1883
roadster's wide seat and managing
to discover some method of estab
to touch her caressingly.
lishing a time-system that could
Kathleen shivered. He was fasci
be universally adopted by all
nating. And dangerous.
He had
American railroads.
Previously,
hard blue eyes and an undershot jaw
all roads had used different sys They really are the moat delicious muf
and high cheek bones and a bent
tems.
fin» that ever melted a pat of butterl
nose that gave him a gangsterish
The railroad men adopted a sys Made with crl»p, toa»ted ahreda of
KEI.IXXKl'8 ALL-BRAN, they have a
look which he carefully cultivated.
tem bnsed on the idea that 24
texture and flavor that have made them
He was reckless and selfish and dar
standard meridians should be es famous all over America.
ing. and Kathleen admitted he ap
tablished 15 degrees apart in lon
MtlLOOa'S ALL-BRAN MUFFINS
2 tablespoons
*« cup tnilk
pealed to the outlaw in her. She
gitude, starting from the meridian
1 cup flour
shortening
both liked and dreaded the little
of Greenwich. England, and ex
U teaapoon »*11
U cup sugar
thrill it gave her to be walking Hot
tending around the globe. An in
I »Kg
2', teaapootUI
baking powdar
Shot Mays' tight wire, A misstep
1 cup All-Ilrnn
ternational conference on stand
Cream
shortening
and
sugar, add egg
might be fatal. But be was exhil-
ard time, meeting in Washington
and beat well, btlr in All-Bran and
arating.
in 1884, made the same recom milk, let aoak until moat of moisture
mendation to the countries repre la taken up. 81ft flour with salt and
"Marigold Gardens," she said
promptly.
sented, Since that time, the four baking powder: add to first mixture
Eastern, Central, and stir only until flour dl»*pi>e*rs rm
time zones,
She had thought that out in ad-
greased muffin pans two-thlrds full and
Mountain and Pacific, have been bake In moderately hot oven (400'1')
vance. Shirley and her crowd would
about 30 minutes. Yield: 0 large muf
be there. Probably Alec too. He tons all the way down the front used in this country.
fins. 3 Inches In diameter, or 12 small
was a dancing fool and Myra Boone and may be put on and taken off
muffin». 2t4 inches In diameter
and her friends were only too glad like a coat. None of this tugging
Tobacco tops the gift
ift 1 list with
Try these delicious muffins for din
to foot the bills.
on over the head which you know nun in the service. They r’ve said ner tonight or for tomorrow morning's
Marigold Gardens was Just far is a bother on a very hoi day. so themselves in survey after sur breakfast. They're not only g'»xl to rat;
they're mighty good /or you a» well.
enough out of town to be convenient You can make it in fine silk crepes vey. A gift of a carton of cigarettes Fur several of these muffins will add
or
a
tin
of
smoking
tobacco
is
al
for many purposes, It was a tri- and it will be one of the smartest ways welcome, ancl more than wel materially to your dally supply of what
umph of red and blue lighting. The and most impressive frocks in come the week before pay day. physicians call "bulk'* In the diet, and
For this Actual sales records from service thus help combat the common kind of
floor was superb, the Negro orches your entire wardrobe.
constipation that la due to lack of this
tra potent
There was a small style is dignified by a very pretty stores show the favorite cigarette dietary essential. Eat ALL-BICAN every
collar
arrangement
—
a
ruffled
with men in the Army, the Navy, day (either as a cereal or In muffins),
black hunchback cornetist who could
outcatcrwaul Cab Calloway.
The edge collar to be worn under the the Marines, and the Coast Guard drink plenty of water, and see it you
don't forget all about constipation due
narrow railing was lined with grow dress revers, so that just the ruf is Camel. Prince Albert Smoking to
lack of ''bulk " ALL-BRAN la made
Tobacco
is
another
popular
favo
fling
shows.
Send
for
Pattern
No.
ing rose bushes, the large parking
rite. With these sales figures and by Kellogg's in Battle Creek.
lot in front packed with cars, You
preferences in mind, local dealers
were apt to find anybody in town
have been featuring Camels by
Upward Look
there, but the various crowds kept
the carton and Prince Albert in
fairly well to themselves.
A man cannot aspire if he looks
the big pound tin as gifts preferred
by men in the service from the down.
Look upwurd, live up
“You know, noney, I'm plenty
folks back home.—Adv.
ward.
steamed up about cornering you at
There is a fine story being told
last,” murmured Gene Mays as of Marshal Foch.
Kathleen slipped into his arms.
One day during the last war
He held her too tightly. But not when the position of things was
quite tightly enough for her to row critical and further retreat would
about it And he danced superbly, have endangered the whole line,
looking down at her with a wicked one of his divisional generals sent
little grin. Kathleen's pulses played him a message saying that he
her tricks. But quite suddenly she could not continue to hold a cer-
thought of the little pucker be tain line of trenches which had
tween her mother's eyes. And draw- become untenable.
ing a deep breath, Kathleen came
In reply, the marshal sent him
up for air.
this message:
“If you cannot hold on, you must
“Sorry, but that line of yours
doesn't go over so hot with me,” she advance.”
It is a great motto for life, and
said.
Gene Mays looked startled, also the power to advance in such cir
peeved, Kathleen laughed. All at cumstances is where the great
once he no longer seemed a big bad test comes.
menace. He was just a spoiled small
boy who had had his wrists slapped
New Land Area»
and didn't like it The current of
The 1940 census has issued com
his magnetism had been neatly
pletely revised statistics on the
switched off when he least expected
land areas of all states, the first
it His big underjaw protruded. He
remeasurement of its kind since
could if necessary exert himself.
1880, reports Collier’s. The five
Only he rarely had to.
largest additions are 1,246 square
“There’s little brother," he said miles to Texas, 1,151 to California,
unpleasantly. "Taking Grandma out 1,145 to Maine, 1,058 to Mississippi
as usual.”
and 743 to Oregon; while the five
Kathleen winced. Alec was danc largest deductions are 992 square
ing with Myra Boone. And his face miles from New Mexico, 849 from
Thinking and Feeling
I has never learned to think,
J r for if
J
was flushed, his black eyes blood Minnesota, 599 from Florida, 546
With most of us feeling dulls into he lives into old age he will be
shot. Myra also had been drinking from Idaho and 541 from Wiscon thinking as we progress along the a plague to himself and a nuisance
and liquor always made her boister sin.
road, and woe to that man who alike to those who think, or feel.
ous. She kept laughing a lot and
calling out things to her best friend,
Natalie Hunt
Buddy Pryor was
Natalie’s boy friend of the moment.
Boy friend expressed it He was
I LIKE KNOWING THE
just nineteen to her fair, fat and
SO DO I
forty-ish.
SCIENTIFIC FACTS ABOUT
"They’ve been hitting it up since
AND LESS NICOTINE
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My CIGARETTE
four this afternoon,"
afternoon,” explained
Gene, “When I left the club they
IN THE SMOKE
were having their 'steenth round of
OF
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cocktails.”
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IT hat Foeh Told General
JL’ho Couldn't Hold Line
"Have a
time, darling.
to express her gratitude for the try
ing day Laura had just put in. Shir
ley said three words. But she was
just as grateful.
Ritchie Graham and Mike were
deep in a discussion concerning a
recent editorial in one of the new
iconoclastic weeklies. Ritchie want
ed to do stuff like that. He had a
lot of radical ideas which he itched
to set off like bombs. Ideas more
conventional periodicals conspicu
ously avoided. Mike agreed with en
thusiasm that many of the things
Ritchie burned to say needed to be
said to the American people. He
even became as wildly excited as
the younger man at the prospect
although they both admitted that
Ritchie might starve for lack of a
publisher who would dare print the
unpalatable truth.
Kathleen, watching the crusader’s
flame in Ritchie’s gray eyes, felt
suddenly cheap and trivial. She
wished she hadn’t asked Hot Shot
Mays to call for her. She had had
some obscure notion that she was
spiting Ritchie who apparently in
tended to spend the evening. But
her announcement fell depressingly
flat. If Ritchie was piqued he con
cealed his chagrin admirably. Kath
leen had a forlorn feeling that Mike
really was more of an attraction to
Ritchie's way of thinking. Laura
was the only one who reacted no
ticeably. And Kathleen was sorry
about that. Her mother was the
one person she hadn't wanted to jolt
“You’re going out with Gene
Mays!”
Kathleen gulped a little at Laura’s
tone. "I won’t be late,” she said.
An ache settled in Laura’s heart.
But she had never wrapped her chil
dren in cotton wool. She had tried
to instill in them the tenets of her
own code. She hoped she had suc
ceeded. But years ago she had de
termined to let them stand on their
own feet if it killed her.
So, “Happy landing,” she told
Kathleen with a grin that for pure
heroism deserved a Carnegie medal.
For Laura did not approve of Gene
Mays. She did not approve of any
thing about him.
Especially for
Kathleen. Laura was ready to ad
mit that he might be the town’s
matrimonial prize—for some other
woman’s daughter. He stood to have
THIS is A
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&
Kathleen gave him a stony look.
She might hand Alec the very dick
ens herself but she required no out
side assistance. “You should start
worrying about other people’s drink
ing habits." she said, elevating her
pretty nose.
He laughed. "Excuse if I stepped
on your feelings, darling. And per
mit me to remind you liquor isn’t
my vice."
His arms tightened about her as
he spoke. But the spell was broken.
Kathleen no longer felt thrilled. She
was simply bored and showed it. Hot
Shot Mays reddened. For the first
time it occurred to him that there
might be one girl in the world he
couldn’t have. No matter how bad
ly he wanted her.
“I could go for you in a big way,”
he muttered, and was surprised at
himself because he hadn’t meant to
say anything of the kind.
"We’ll both be happier if you
don’t,” was Kathleen’s succinct re
joinder.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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