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D oan spills
like this had ever happened to her
before, nothing so sweet, nothing so
urgent. She was so changed within
herself. She was not the J ill Mc­
Farlane she had been at all, not
the girl who had come home from
college with no definite objective,
only a few half-baked ideas about
getting into some kind of service,
preferably some branch with a keen
uniform. Now she felt dedicated
somehow, and everything that had
been was trivia l and not even worth
considering any more.
She said, “ If you get ptomaine,
I ’ll make you a mustard plaster.
I’ m very special on mustard plas­
ters.”
C H A P T E R IV
She said. “ What w ill you do when
they finish this war business.
She greeted all the people she
knew with sparkling brightness. She Spang? Keep on flying?"
” 1 don't know.”
Spang wiped
led Spang around the room, intro­
mustard
from
his
fingers
with a
ducing him to all the dowagers, try ­
ing not to look too terribly proud, very clean handkerchief. “ All these
kids w ill be in it then. It w ill be
too triumphant.
the world's most crowded profes­
So they danced.
“ This Is the sion. Maybe I 'll go back to the
Arm y,”
and "Manhattan Sere­ farm. That place of yours is pretty
nade.” and then when they passed
the band stand the leader caught
the glint of Spang's wings, and the
music swung into the A ir Corps
song, and Spang stopped dead, and
J ill sang it with him. tilting her head
back, tears burning her eyelids
because it was so gallant and so
beautiful!
‘ ‘Off we go, into the wild blue
yonder—
Flying high into the sun!”
" I can't bear it,” J ill was think­
ing, when the high moment sank
and somebody cut in, leaving Spang
a little bewildered till some man
came up, dragging a g irl in dahlia-
colored chiffon. " I can't bear hav­
ing it all go by me,” J ill was mourn­
ing to herself. "Like a parade
marching past with flags flying,
leaving me standing on the curb
with the chewing-gum papers and
the banana peels and all the stupid
I left-out people! Oh, can't he see?
Can’ t he see?”
But though they danced till the
band-leader's collar was wilted and
the trumpet player’s we^ry lip
broke, and all the older people had
gone home, though they romped
downstairs with the rest to eat
slightly curling sandwiches and
drink punch that tasted flatly of the
lump of ice that had melted in the
bowl, though Spang gathered her
close whenever he had the chance
and said, “ Now, let’s finish this
one!” there was no supreme and
' wonderful moment.
They never did finish one. There
was always some man barging up
, with some girl in tow. and Spang
' smiled politely and surrendered Jill,
who drifted off chewing hate be­
tween her teeth.
But at last they were tramping
back through the wet grass to the
station-wagon, and Spang was help­
ing her in and tucking her skirt
around her. He climbed up beside
■ her and loosened his tie. "Never
saw so many Four F’s and Three
A’s at a party in my life.” he re­
marked.
“ We never did get a
chance to try a rumba.”
“ I know,” J ill sighed, surrepti­
tiously sliding off a shoe. “ But that
. was your fault. You were the glam­
our boy. A ll their dates wanted a
w hirl with the air corps, so I had
to stumble around smelling fourteen
different kinds of shaving lotion and
hearing a hundred versions of the
same alibi, how like the devil they
all wished they could get Into the
big middle of this fight. I ’m starv­
ing, and I know a Greek who makes
the best hamburgers in the world.
Let’s get some, shall we?”
“ Swell idea. You navigate, and
I ’ ll fly the heap. Gosh, all those
women are going to hate me. Every
darn one gave me some message
to deliver to some fellow at camp,
and there isn’t a chance that I 'll
ever see one of those men. Can't
they realize that we've got forty
thousand men down there and that
you never have any time to look up
a man who isn’ t in your squadron?”
“ They don’t know a thing a*bout
the army except what they read
and hear on the radio. I ’ve heard
' my mother tell that when my father
was leaving for the port of embark-
' ation some old lady gave him a
spice cake to deliver to her son,
and all she knew was that he was
somewhere in France.”
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Daughter of
The Regiment
"A war would be a darn sight
easier on the army if it wasn’t
for the civilians,” said Spang.
They parked at the little lunch
wagon and ate two hamburgers
apiece and drank tall bottles of pop,
'aughing a great deal over nothing.
“ I ’m being silly,” J ill thought du­
biously. “ I ’m pressing the issue,
and In a little while if I ’m not care-
, ful he’ll know how I feel, and may-
' be he’ll be sorry for me, or dis-
. gusted.”
Spang would not take advantage,
that she knew. There was a quiet
and fastidious reserve about him
that could be trusted.
So she forced herself into a cool
airiness, though a small ache was
growing bigger and tighter in her
breast. If Spang went away with
5 nothing spoken, with only the com­
monplaces of friendship between
them, a casual good-by, that pain,
«he knew, would last forever.
It had to be love because nothing
S u lto n S r v n l S r o tl -
“ What I'm thinking about Is the
m illions of women stuck hom e.”
swell, and a farmer is darned inde­
pendent.”
“ Don’ t mention that to Mother—
especially if she has just had a row
with the county agent.”
“ She's done pretty well, in spite
of her handicaps.”
“ She had to.” Jill* was loyal. “ She
had Ric and me and Grandfather
and not any money to speak of.
Grandfather had some, but Dooley
was terribly proud, she was deter­
mined to make her own way.”
“ We won't any of us have any
money after the war, not for years.
This w ill be a complete democ­
racy then, every man equal, because
every man w ill be broke.”
Was he giving her a gentle brush-
off, telling her without words that
life was earnest, that when the war
was over he was going to need some
broad-hipped woman with a placid
capacity for work and no more tem­
perament than a cow? No band
music or parades, no daughter of
the regiment? J ill wondered as
she lay that night wide-awake in her
bed.
Spang and Jill
Compare Futures
But he’s here, she comforted her­
self, sharply aware of him beyond
the wall. He needn’t have come,
he could have spent his leave some­
where else. But he did come, and
somehow I have to be what he
wants.
She got up early, so early that
Julia, having her coffee on the
screened porch, looked at her
daughter in surprise.
“ On Sunday?” She wrinkled her
brow. "O r haven’t you been In bed
at all?”
“ Of course I've been in bed, beau­
tifu l,” J ill nibbled a piece of toast
from Julia’ s plate. “ Spang says
you look like my sister, though I
shouldn’t tell you because you're
terribly vain already.”
"Don’t be disturbed, because I
feel like your grandmother this
morning. We lost a thousand-dollar
brood animal last night, and your
grandfather has gone Into deep
mourning. Did you have fun last
night?”
" I guess so. Dooley, I ’ve been
thinking. It’ s time I started help­
ing you a little. You’d better put me
to work.”
“ So he admires milkmaids, does
he?”
“ I didn’t ask him. It’s just a sug­
gestion, of course."
“ Don’t bristle, sweet. Red hair
is so darned explosive. The dahlias
are beginning to bloom. You could
freshen up the house a little.”
“ No. That’ s the droopy act they
always pull in novels. Pretty girl
discovered In the garden with an
armful of flowers! I don’t want
anything as corny as that.”
V 'ria tife
S m a r t ^ b a ijtim e r f o r r i a r g e S tg u r t
Truffai
When Julia
McFarlane's husband.
Richard, disappeared In World War I,
the and her lather-in-law. John 1. M c­
Farlane, raised her two children to­
gether. Twenty-five years have elapsed
and Rle, now 21, Is In the arm y ol
World War I I . while Jill. W. has be­
come Interested In I.leul. Spang Cordon
Julia Is worried about RIc who has
shown tendencies ol Inheriting his fa ­
ther’ s recklessness and Jill, who she Is
afraid might marry Spang, thus be­
coming an arm y wife, subject to the
same grief she has endured. She con­
fides these worries to Dave Patterson,
a fam ily friend who secreUy loves her.
.1111 and Spang go to a dance and there
Jill discovers she Is In love.
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C IR C L E P A T T E R N S
“ Well, if you'd rather be discov­
ered feeding a calf, the buckets are
in the well-house. But It might have
a slightly strained look, as Foster
and I fed them all long ago. Why
not Just read the funnies and be
natural? Men have been known to
admire women who were content to
be themselves."
Julia’ s face
changed a little, sobered. “ Don't
go off the deep end on this, please, ]
Jill You're still young.”
"But I'm not! I'm not young.
And there’s a war.”
“ I know.”
Julia was gentle. |
“ 1 don't want you to be hurt.”
“ I'm hurt already. It's no good.
Dooley.” Jill said faintly. "E ve ry­
thing you say is true, and yet it's
all no good!”
I t was a lovely Sunday, J ill de­
cided. if you liked lovely Sundays.
Tlie August heat was tempered
by a cloudy sky, and all the hills
leaned lazily against the horizon,
with smoky haze masking their
drowsy indolence.
She walked up the lane with
Spang and through the meadow
where the late crop of hay had been
cut. where elderberries shook their |
purple heads over fences and quail
scampered through the clover stub- i
ble. their bright eyes apprehensive, i
At the top of the h ill they found ,
John I. McFarlane. He was sitting
under the big persimmon tree, cut­
ting little twigs into lengths and pil­
ing them in neat piles at his feet.
H e grumped a greeting, and J ill
said, “ Sorry about your prize pig. I
Grandfather.” But he only nodded
and went on with his whittling.
The woodland on the ridge was
cool and full of little wild whis­
Popular House Dress
perings, and paths cut by tiny hoofs j
ran through it in every direction. ’ q j a RT your day w ith a song in
Spang said. “ Good tim ber.” and J ill O a jiffy-o n house frock like the
answered. “ Awfully old, I think." onc ,n ustrated. The popular key-
Anff then they were at the rail fence hole nee|Uine is set o il w ith color-
and the crest, and there below them ! fu j ric rac trim> w hich also edges
the lake shimmered, flat and quiet. the pocket flaps. Ideal for after
reflecting the lavender coloring of noon w e a r to o i f yo u m a k e i t w ith
the sky.
th e th r e e -q u a rte r sleeves p ro v id e d
Spang asked, "How's the fishing?” in th e p a tte rn .
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And J ill said, "Ask Grandfather.
He's the fisherman In the fam ily.”
Pattern No 1577 comes In »lies 32. 34.
38. «1. 42. 44 and 40. Size 34. short
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sleeve. 3’ L yards of 33 or SB-Inch; l ! i
sank, a raincrow began its sad yards ric rac.
crying, and In a great oak over­
D aytim e Dress
head a little bird whimpered and
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shrieked sharply, voicing some A
in g m a k e s a n ic e fin is h on
small heartbreak. A leaf fell and
struck the back of Jill's hand, and th is s im p le s ty le d d a y tim e d re ss
she looked at it and saw the yellow j >n the la rg e r size range. The flat-
of winter already in its heart. 1 tering panelled s k irt is beloved >y
a fading, a prescience, and she ' all women and goes togethei eas-
•hivered a little.
»*y and quickly. You’ll wear it
"Dogwood,” Spang said, smooth- ; everywhere w ith pride now through
ing the leaf between his fingers. | Spring.
“ They fall early.”
"Then
it w
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winter
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and how are we q,, yards of 35 or 39 inch; 4 ‘ j yards of
going to bear it?”
| binding.
He looked at her soberly. “ The
Russians w ill bear it.
And the
Greeks. There won’ t be much to
eat in their towns and no place to
get warm, but they’ll fight through.
So w ill we.”
“ I ’m not thinking about things
like that. I ’m not soft. I can take
it. Things like that, anyway. What I Remove onion odor from a knife
I ’m thinking about is millions of by draw ing the blade through a
women, stuck home alone. That's raw ca rro t two o r three tim es.
the ghastly prospect.”
Use a tw o -in c h p a in t b lu s h fo r
"That's your battle," Spang said.
“ It's tough, I agree. But we're up d u s tin g g ro o ve s a n d c o rn e rs in
against the same kind of thing. M il­ fu r n it u r e .
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lions of men, stuck in the middle of
a war, alone. Every one alone, even
B e fo re w a s h in g s c rim c u rta in s
though there’s a mob around him. fo ld ea ch c u r ta in d o w n th e c e n ­
Nobody to admire us, and nothing te r a n d b a ste th e edges to g e th e r.
nice to look at. Hairy legs In show­ T h is w ill ke e p th e edges s tr a ig h t.
ers and masculine table manners
uninhibited by feminine presence,
I f a p o rc e la in te a k e ttle o r co ffe e
nothing soft to sit on, nothing soft
p o t b e co m e s s ta in e d , ru b th e
to look at, nothing but sweat and
s ta in e d p o rtio n w it h a c lo th d ip p e d
men swearing, who'd like to cry
in b a k in g soda u n t il d is c o lo ra tio n
but can't. Wet khaki dangling from
is re m o v e d . T h e n w a sh th o r ­
coat-hangers, and those awful fa­
o u g h ly .
tigue hats. Now i t ’s your turn."
“ I give up."
J ill managed a
smile. “ At least we can tie our j
hair back with ribbons and pretend
somebody cares how we look.”
"D o you tie your hair back with '
a a
Mb-
ribbons?”
“ Green ones—to match my dis­
position.”
"How about some brown velvet to
match your eyes?”
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With a Song
In Her Heart
J ill's heart began to sing again.
But she held her eagerness grim ly
in check. She wasn’t going to re a d ,
tenderness into his voice or h is '
eyes; after all it might be a line, j
the old army line. But somehow
she knew that Spang was different.
Not the sort to give a girl compli­
ments that had no meaning, not the
sort to smile and kiss, lightly per­
haps, and then ride on. Slow, Jill
McFarlane, warned the adult part
of her mind.
Aloud she said, “ My eyes are
black. I hated them when I was
small. I wanted big blue eyes and
yellow curls down to my waist. But
I got eyes like Grandfather and hair
like Mother, and my father’s rest­
lessness. Except that Mother says
he hated Buzzard’s Hill, and thought
that Mother was crazy to want to
live here when her people died. But
I love the place."
Spang looked down the slope to
the red roofs and wandering white
fences, the softening green of the
great old trees. “ It's a handsome
place. Your mother told me the
house was a hundred years old.
They built to last in those days.”
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Ask for Mild Ben-Cay for Children.
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