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DEAN CLINIC Physicien aa4 SisrgeOTS B. I. Cor. I. Burnside .ad Quad Are. Telephone BAst 3018, Portland, Oregon Nev/ Teil Towels Add Gayety to the Kitchen «^fllRRÍHBnnKS THE • '/KATHLEEN NORRIS • ©Noams TUB STORY SO FAR: Charlotte (Cherry) Rawlins«, an orphan at Saint Dorothea's ronvent school «Ince she was seven, know» almost nothing of her early history but has gradually realised that like other (iris at the school she has no family. She question» whether she has the right to her lather's name. Judge Judson Marshhanks and Emma HaskeU, housekeeper for wealthy Mrs. Porleous Porter la San Francisco are her guard ians. When Cherry Is twenty Emma gets her a secretarial Job with Mrs. Por ter but goes Srst to the Marsbbanks mansion, meeting the judge's young wife, Fran, and his rich niece. Amy. daughter of his brother Fred, now dead, life at Mrs. Porter's becomes monotonous, and Cherry Is thrilled when KeUy Coates, an artist, sends her a bos of candy. She Is jealous when be brings Frsn to a party at Mrs. Porter’s. Emma teUs Cherry that her sister Charlotte was Cherry’s mother. KeUy takes Cherry »long so Fran can visit his studio and Cherry senses that he Is very much in love with Fran, but soon he teUs Cherry despond ently that Fran has promised the judge she will not see him any more. Mrs. Porter dies, leaving Cherry »t.sce. and she learns from Marshbanks that bls brother, Fred, who was Amy's father, was also her father. Cherry, much de pressed. phones KeUy. who takes her to his studio and comforts her. They agree to cheer each other up. She decides to go to Stanford University and the judge suggests she Uve at Palo Alto with a Mrs. Pringle. As Fran Is driving her there. Fran says. "Cherry, I wonder if yon will do something for me.” Now continue with the story. CHAPTER X “Mother, I didn't know Miss Rawl ings was here! How do you do? Are you hungry? What could I offer you?” said George Pringle. “How were you ex-es?” asked the mother. “Repulsive,” said Rebecca Prin gle calmly. Cherry laughed and Re becca smiled at Cherry and they immediately liked each other. “It was all stuff he'd ’never dreamed of mentioning to us before,” said Re becca. “But I think I hit some of it You’ve been up to school?”.she asked the visitor. “You haven't? Then I’ll tell you what we’ll do; we'll take a run up there now, and I’ll show you ’round—” “Oh. but you’re tired! I wouldn’t think—" “I'd love it,” Rebecca, whose manner was goddesslike in its se renities. said pleasantly. She and Cherry went out to a battered open two-seater at the gate and were im mediately engulfed in a town full of small cars from which students dan gled hilariously. The college buildings were set in long cloisters and flower-edged lawns. When they stopped at the co-operative store, boys swarmed about the car and Rebecca intro duced them, and Cherry could talk of classes she wanted to visit and of coaching in a group that was thor oughly absorbed in the same inter ests; Altogether when they went back to the Pringle house and sat on the steps in real small-town fashion. Cherry was half intoxicated with happiness and anticipation, and felt that of all the changing phases of her life this one promised her the most contentment and the most to which to look forward. She had telephoned Kelly only once in her life; she thought (he might telephone him legitimately to night. making an appointment to tell him of her good fortune. Although she put in the call immediately upon reaching home and waited for it until ten o’clock, the number was reported as not answering, and somewhat chilled, she abandoned the idea. However, two weeks later when Easter vacations were over and she was conscientiously visiting classes, and studying dutifully with a coach who had been recommended, she had a telegram from him that sent her spirits to the skies. "Coming home from Carmel Sun day morning. Can I pick you up for picnic at Topcoate at about ten? Love, Kelly," read the message. Cherry could not answer it but she was ready and waiting when he stopped the battered old car at the gate, and when she settled herself beside him she would not have changed places with any woman in the world. “Goody!” she said. "Why ‘goody?’ ” “Because you’re alone.” “Who’d you think I was bringing?” "No one speciaL But it’s more fun to be alone." "I’ve been a little too much alone," he said. “I came down for the Rasmussen wedding, and then went on to Carmel and painted cy presses and rocks.** “When—” She felt a prick of sick premonition. "When was the Ras mussen wedding?" she asked, with a slight quiver in her voice. “Two weeks ago—two weeks ago Wednesday. Alice Rasmussen is the closest friend I have, you know. She’s a peach. It was a small home affair; no fuss. Her brother must be fifty and the bride looked about that, and Stan wanted me tor his best man. So I stayed there a couple of days—I was bluer than indigo any way—and then went on down to Car mel.” “Then you saw Fran,” Cherry stated rather than asked, with the bright day going dark about her. "Fran?” His amazed eyes gave her a side glance. “How d’you mean?” Washington, D. C. MARTINIQUE APPEASEMENT Cherry leaned against the rough homespun shoulder of Kelly's coat and listened dreamily although this talk was mostly about Fran. “She brought me down to the Prin gles’ to make arrangements and things. That was on Thursday, two weeks ago.” “I didn't know Fran was there!” He was honestly astonished. “Did she come to see Alice Rasmussen?" "Well, maybe she didn’t" Again Cherry must stand corrected about Fran. Instantly the solution oc curred to her. Fran had learned in some way that Kelly was there, that by an extraordinary accident he was the Rasmussens* guest And she had determined to avoid him. Perhaps she had made her other call first and someone there had happened to mention him. What ever she had done. Cherry knew she could believe Kelly now, for his con sternation at the thought of her hav ing been so near and his having missed her was unmistakably gen uine. This might be her chance to speak to him of Fran. “Maybe she didn't want to see you, Kelly, Maybe she thought it would be no use,” she offered tim- Idly. "I haven’t any illusions as to its being any use, if by ’it’ you mean my feeling for her," he answered decisively, almost savagely, and there was a silence. After a mo ment or two he said that he was sor ry to be so rude, and they talked by rather awkward degrees of other things until they were at ease again. But the morning's gala mood was hard to recapture, and Cherry felt something lacking in the beginning of the day. The bridge and the Sausalito hills were wreathed and buried in fog; the picnic turned it self into a house party. Three or four friends had been asked to lunch with Kelly, all bringing picnic con tributions far more suited to the woods or the beach than to the liv ing room. Cherry’s cheeks glowed; more than once the others smiled to hear her ringing laughter. "Oh. Kelly,” she said ingenuous ly when they were back beside the fire again, “it’s such glorious fun here! Why can't we all stay here al ways!" “All right by me,” Kelly said, busy with drinks. “It seems so horrible to go out again into the fog!” "We'll give you girls the bed- room,” Kelly arranged it. “and we can go over to the studio and bunk there.” “Oh, no!” Cherry turned a fire- flushed face toward the room. “I was only fooling. I have to be at Judge Marshbanks' for dinner.” “We have to go. We’U take you over,” said little Mrs. Wilcox. “No I'm responsible,” Kelly told them, “I brought her here« and I’ll see that she gets back safely. *9 Cherry leaned against the rough homespun shoulder of Kel ly’s coat and listened dreamily although this talk was mostly about Fran. She was deliciously tired after the long day in the open air. She thought how she loved him, and how proud she would be to belong here, in the front seat of his car, resting against him. They reached the Marshbanks house only too soon for her, and she said good night and ran up the steps. Cherry found a comfortable robe, slippers and a nightgown laid out for her. She was anticipating the com fort of an hour’s rest and reading before Amy arrived when there was a knock at her door. A little puzzled, she said “Come in,” her heart leaping with irration al terror when the invitation was accepted by old Mrs. Marshbanks, the formidable woman who was her grandmother and Amy’s. “I hoped I’d find you alone. Miss Rawlings. I wanted to speak to you,” Dora Marshbanks said. She advanced to a deep chair, seated herself and by a slight inclination of her head indicated that Cherry was also to be seated. "I don't know whether you know,” the older woman began, with a steady look, "how definitely I object to your presence in this house. You should know, for I’ve asked my son to speak to you of it but I have no idea that he has carried out my wishes up to this time. For a few seconds the words did not seem to make sense to Cherry: their shocking import reached her, in all its deadly simplicity and she felt her throat thicken and her hands grow cold. "Or has he done so?” demanded Mrs. Marshbanks. "He—he—No." was all Cherry could feebly stammer. “I thought he hadn't I thought even the least sensitive person would hardly come here after any sugges tion from him. I am no longer the mistress of this house.” said the old lady, in a sort of cold passion, "but I am not a cipher yet! I am asking you civilly not to make it a habit to come here.” Cherry sat staring at her in a fascinated horror of silence. “You know your own history.” said the inflexible voice. “You know why your presence here is an—an insult to decency and to me. I bit terly regret the—circumstances that have given you what you seem to consider a right to regard yourself as a daughter of the house!” How tolerant we have been of the French island of Martinique, for two years thumbing its nose at us with in bombing distance of the Panama canal, is illustrated by a conversa tion which took place between the state department's Sam Reber and treasury department officials. Reber had gone to Martinique to negotiate with Vichy Admiral Robert regarding the airplane carrier, cruisers and six oil tankers rusting in Martinique waters. Subsequent ly. the state department announced that an agreement had been reached with Admiral Robert whereby these ships would be turned over to the U. S. A. Months have passed, how ever, with no result. After state department envoy Reber returned, treasury officials asked him: “What about the gold in Marti-* nique? What is to become of that?” They referred to 23 billions of gold francs still stored in Martinique “Oh.” replied Reber, "that didn't come up." "Wasn’t it even mentioned?” asked treasury officials, who remem bered how France had defaulted on j her debts from World War I, still owing us several billion dollars. “No,” replied Reber, "did you think it would be safer up here?” “Well. It certainly Isn’t very safe down there,” countered the treasury. "We decided." replied Reber, “that we didn't want to do anything which might Infringe on the sov ereignty of France." That ended the matter. The gold is still in Martinique, and Admiral Robert, who apparently isn't much Impressed by the subtleties of state department appeasement, has con tinued to thumb his nose at the United States. c ly intereating tea towel design«, with a trio of teuspoona a.i motif for n matching panholder. Outline embroidery docs the act in a jiffy —it could even be done in running stitch. e e e No 7.3500. IS cents. Is a hot Iron trans fer of the eight motifs the kind of trans fer which may bo stamped several Hines. Send your order to: AUNT MARTHA Bos IM W Kansas City, Ma. Enclose IS cants for each pattern desired. Pattern No.......................... Name Address .......................................... ............. RED CROSS DONOR Several weeks ago Mrs. Roosevelt phoned the Red Cross to say that she wanted to donate blood to the Washington blood bank, but wanted no publicity. Red Cross officials agreed and the visit went off without any fanfare. Mrs. Roosevelt merely took her place in line with other blood donors, rolled up her sleeve, had a pint drawn from her arm. and went on about her business. Some weeks later. Red Cross of ficials were astounded to have Mrs. Roosevelt appear at the blood bank again. This time she had not tele phoned. but they felt their pledge of no publicity still held good. Once again, the First Lady took her place with other blood donors, and scarce- ly anyone knew she had been there. Red Cross officials wished they could have publicized the incident, because they were in the middle of their drive for funds. However, they did not do so, and this column learned of the facta quit« by acci- dent. “I am a daughter of the house!” Cherry answered, her own words surprising her as much as they could possibly have surprised her compan ion. “How dare you say that!” Mrs. Marshbanks said sharply. "You have absolutely no claim. You have been well established In life; you are being cared for now. Be care ful that you don't lose even what you have!” “I am not afraid of losing it. and I am not afraid of you!" said Cher ry, at white heat “I will come to this house as long as Amy and Fran and the judge want me! I wish you would go out of my room! I am sorry that any blood of yours runs in my veins!” “And you think you can go on PAY BEFORE PATRIOTISM with your college work, be asked War Production board officials tell about in good society, once your history is known?” the older woman of a heavy snow-and-sleet storm that demanded, rising. “You think that blanketed Seattle and left the Boeing Amy will continue to think you the Aircraft plant snowbound, unable most charming friend in the world I to operate for two days. By the end once she knows that you are her of the week roads had been opened, half sister, that you are the living and Boeing broadcast a back-to-work reminder of her father’s weakness call. Men came to the gates of the plant, and immorality, I think you won’t risk that. I think you'll realize that but stopped there. And they de only you can keep your own people clined to go further until they could from being disgraced in the eyes of be assured of receiving time-and-a- the world. Your own father and your half pay for week-end work. "But you haven't put in 40 hours mother too, you know.” this week,” officials retorted. “Your own son!” cried Cherry. The men stood their ground, how “What about Fran’s own son?” ever, and Boeing officials telephoned Amy asked, coming in from her Washington for advice. They talked room, tired and cold and blown after ' with Madame Perkins, who ruled her long ride. "What's Uncle Jud that nothing should be allowed to done? Why. what's ...” She looked interfere with production and that in amazement and concern from one the men should be paid. • • • face to the other. "What is it?” she asked. "What were you saying MERRY-GO-ROUND about Uncle Jud?” fl. U. S. department chiefs have There was a silence while the asked for the deferment of very few three looked at one another. It government workers, but local draft seemed to Cherry to last for a long, boards, acting on their own, have long time. deferred a tremendous number sim “There we stood like statues,’’ I ply because they worked for the gov Cherry said, telling Kelly about it a few weeks later, "until I thought we must all be frozen! Amy knew some thing was horribly wrong, and she kept asking 'What is it? What is it?* and old Mrs. Marshbanks was sort of panting, and she wouldn't say anything, and I couldn't. And final ly Amy said: ‘I know it’s about un cle, because I heard Cherry say so!.’ ” “You hadn't said so?" Kelly was lying face down in the fresh, deep grass now, biting a blade thought fully; he looked up at her. The sun was sinking. Below the hill where Cherry and Kelly were sitting were the lake and the college buildings and nt-yond them the roofs of Palo Alto. "No, I hadn't said a word about the judge, but I had said ’your son’ and Amy heard that!” Cherry answered. "That’s the whole trou ble! 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