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GIRLS! WOMEN!
Easy and Inexpensive to Make Hooked,
try thl» If you’r«
Woven, Braided or Crocheted Rugs
LAST LAVER
m aterial for hooking can he sal
vaged from old clothes and blank
ets.
BY
C H A P T E R V III
She m ig h t as w e ll catch the a fte r
noon bus, but she w ould have lunch
firs t and then t r y c a llin g Spang
again to say good-by.
F ew people were in the d in in g
room , a few c o m m e rc ia l tra ve le rs,
several lonely looking women whom
J i ll catalogued as o ffice rs' wives, a
ch ild perched in a high c h a ir and
being coaxed to d rin k m ilk by a
w an-looking m other, and at a table
secluded near a w indow was the
blonde M rs. C a lve rt.
J ill went s tra ig h t to her table.
"H o w do you do?” she said cool
ly . " I ’ m J ill M cF a rla n e , we m et
last n ig h t M in d if 1 s it here? I
have a phobia about eating alone.”
"D e lig h te d , I'm su re .” M rs. C al
v e rt was cool, too, and d e fin ite ly
unenthusiastic. “ I'm p ra c tic a lly flu
shed, how ever. M y lunch—” she
made a little gesture to w a rd the
h a lf consumed salad before her,
" is u su a lly u n im p o rta n t.”
" A few v ita m in s and no calo
rie s? ” J ill took a ch a ir. " Y o u ’ re
one o f the courageous women. I'm
a fa rm gal m yse lf, w ith an out
rageous a p p e tite .”
" Y o u ’ re ve ry fo rtu n a te to be able
to indulge it. Few wom en can and
keep the respect o f th e ir m irro r s .”
■‘I ’ll have the je llie d soup, stuffed
crab, and some coffee, please,” J ill
to ld the h o ve rin g w aitress, then
leaned her chin on h e r palm s. “ You
liv e here, M rs. C a lve rt? In the ho
te l? ”
M rs. C a lv e rt was s tu d yin g her
eyebrow s in a lit tle m irro r , d is c i
p lin in g the curves w ith a long-
nailed forefinger.
" I ’m a cam p fo llo w e r,” she said.
" I follow ed m y husband here— m y
fo rm e r husband.
Then he was
tra n s fe rre d back to the Islands, and
I decided th a t I c o u ld n 't endure be
in g m a rrie d to h im any m ore. So
I ’ m staying because when yo u ’ re
e n tire ly alone places don’ t m a tte r.”
"A n d w ith a ll the boys a t the field
so n ear th e re 's less chance to be
lo n e ly, of course?”
M rs. C a lv e rt’ s eyes sharpened a
little , but h e r voice ke p t its cool
smoothness.
"T h e y ’ re such nice boys, a ll of
them . I was an o ffic e r’ s w ife , bad
ly cram ped by a lo t of taboos and
m ilita r y procedure, but now th a t
I ’m fre e I enjoy being w ith these
boys of m y own age. M y husband
was ye a rs o ld e r,” she added, "a n d
d e fin ite ly a home ty ra n t. I shouldn’t
ta lk about h im , poor Win, he m a y
be in some g hastly ju n g le now in
h o rrib le d a n g e r!”
N ice, safe danger, a fte r being
m a rrie d to you! J i ll was th in k in g
w ith the crude b ru ta lity o f youth.
A loud she said, "N ic e o f you to
give so m uch tim e to R ic h a rd . R ic
has alw ays been m o re o r less o f a
fa m ily p roblem .
M y m o th e r was
te r r ib ly w o rrie d about h im u n til he
enlisted.”
" R ic k y ’s g e ttin g on w ell. I ’m
sure. Though, o f course, m ilita r y
life is d iffic u lt fo r m en w ith his
background. M en w ho've been ac
custom ed to freedom and having the
best, of course.
B u t they a d ju st
them selves b e a u tifu lly .
We have
to a d m ire th e ir s p irit.”
" I hope R ic decides to stay on in
the a rm y .”
J ill salted the va p id
soup, poked at ru b b e ry lum ps in it.
"H e hates our fa rm , and he hasn’t
shown any a p titu d e fo r a n yth in g
else. And, o f course, he hasn’ t any
m o n e y.”
"H e to ld m e about your fa rm . It
m u st be a lo v e ly place—q u ite a
show place, he said. I was so in
terested in h e a rin g about it . ”
Spang Calls to
Say Good-By
" I t ’s a p ig fa r m .” J ill was blunt.
" R ic m u st have le t his im a g in a tio n
get the best of h im once he got aw ay
fro m it. When he’ s there he loathes
e v e ry th in g about it.
We have to
w o rk a w fu lly h ard to keep it going.
M y m o th e r w orks a ll day in o ve r
a lls and a m an's s h ir t I got th is
b lis te r hoeing beans.” She e x h ib it
ed her palm . “ O ur fa rm help have
gone o ff to the a rm y , and even m y
e ig h ty-ye a r-o ld g ra n d fa th e r has to
w o rk, so if R ic has been e m b ro id e r
in g tales to you about green lawns
and pedigreed horses and stuff, ju s t
w rite them o ff as a hom esick b o y’ s
w is h fu l th in k in g .”
M rs. C a lv e rt’ s eyes were masked
behind c a re fu lly tra in e d eyelids.
She p u t aw ay her lip s tic k and the
lit tle m ir r o r . She reached fo r her
check and picked up her purse w ith
fin g e rs th a t clutched a little .
" N ic e to have seen you again.
G ood-by,” she re m a rke d , risin g .
She w alked aw ay b ris k ly , w ith o u t
lo o kin g back.
J ill, w a tch in g her
re ce d in g shoulders, fe lt a heavy
sense o f fa ilu re , a feeling th a t she
On 'C lR I AIM DAYS' Ot Month
IXi (oinain functional m onthly dlaturb-
niii'ca lunke puu feel nervoua. Irritable,
an weak anil llr n l out at ouch tlinra?
Than do try Lydia K I'ln ktiaiii'a Vaga-
tabln Compound to rallava aui li ly in p -
lin n a. I t » /uinnin lor liilat Tukru N g U -
larly — I’lnkhain'a Compound hrlpa
build up raalatnnco aualnat aurh dla-
Irraa Alan a greut atomai'lilc Ionic I
• • •
Tennessee named J u liu
M cF ar-1
la n e ."
Our «0 paiia booklet give« Im lru c tlo m
for making hooked, woven. braided,
" T h a t’ s p a rt of the technic, J ill. ”
crocheted mid other types of rug» Send
"B u t it could be true, you know.
is ic n in l fnr "New Idea» lor II mil
M other was a belle before she was
m ad e llu » » ’’ Io W eekly N rw »p a |«rr S erv
m a rrie d , and it was w a r then, too.
ice, 241 W. n t h SI., New V o lk I I , N . V .
P rin t name. Bddraaa, booklet lltle mid No
Spang You couldn’ t by any chance
com V ouno
94.
be je a lo u s ? "
"S ure, I'm jealous! I don’ t tru s t
Cyanide, fo r a ll his bars and m ed
als.”
J ill giggled d e lig h te d ly.
Y ou’ re
so funny. Spang.
The poor old
m an looked e n tire ly harm less to U O O K E D ru g s a re a m o n g th e
me.
Just a lonely, unhappy old * •* s im p le s t to m a k e y o u rs e lf. In
e x p e n s iv e , to o !
T h e fo u n d a tio n
m a n .”
“ He’ s not so old. 1 d o n 't tru s t m a y be b u r la p o r d is c a rd e d lin e n ;
h im any, J ill. Stay aw ay fro m the
fe llo w .”
K o l'k e t B r a k e s
"O h, I ’ ll be going home rig h t aw ay
T h e j e t p o w e r o f ro c k e ts , w h ic h
now, on the afternoon bus. You d o n 't
has so f a r been e m p lo y e d a lm o s t
know when yo u ’ re le a vin g . S pang?"
w h o lly ns a p ro p u ls iv e fo rc e , is
"N o, I don’ t know , and even i f
e x p e c te d to be used soon in th e op
I did. 1 couldn’ t te ll you. J ill—and
p o site w a y —to b ra k e th e speed o f
you know b e tte r than to a s k ."
p la n e s and tr a in s in cases o f e m e r
’ ’Y o u 'll be fig h tin g , w on’ t yo u ? ”
g e n cy, sa y s C o llie r ’ s.
"G osh. I hope so!
I'm tire d of
E x p e r ts e s tim a te th a t a t r a in
th is academ ic stuff.
The Japs
w h ic h tr a v e ls 1,500 fe e t a fte r th e
h a ve n 't read any books, but look
a ir b ra k e s u re a p p lie d c o u ld be
how they fig h t!”
b ro u g h t to a s to p in 375 fe e t, o r
" W ill you w rite to me. Spang?"
one fo u r th th e d is ta n c e , b y th e a d
" I f 1 have a chance, I w ill. W ill d itio n a l b r a k in g fo rc e o f fo r w a r d
you answ er i f I w rite ? ”
fir in g ro c k e ts in s ta lle d on th e lo c o
"H o w s illy !
O f course I ' l l an- m o tiv e .
swer. Pages and pages, a ll about
the p ig s.”
• R ub in B en-G ay fo r w elcom e, fast re lie f fro m s tiff-
"Y o u can t«fil me w hat you‘ re
neck pain. G e n tle , so othing B en-G ay co n ta in s up to
d oing.”
2 V i tim e s m ore o f those fam ous p ain re lie v in g agents
What would she be doing? W a it
kn o w n to u ll d o c to r s - m e th y l sa lic y la te and m e n th o l
ing! Hung up by the h e a rtstrin g s,
- t h a n five o th e r w id e ly offe re d rub-ins. In s is t on
torm ented by the in c h in g of the
genuine B en G ay, the o rig in u l B aum e A n u lg i'siq u e .
hours!
Oh. Spang, please le t me
I t acts fast w here yo u h u rt.
have love to keep, a fire to w a rm I
Creomulslon relieves promptly be
Also for Pain due to RHEUMATISM, MUSCLE ACHE, sod COIDS.
m y s e lf by when the d a rk comes too [ cause It goes right to the seat of too
Ask for Mild Ben Cay for Children.
trouble
to
help
loosen
and
expel
e a rly !
germ laden phlegm, and aid nature
B ut though he said good-by h a lf i to soothe and heal raw, tender. In
a dozen tim es, he d id not speak o f ' flamed bronchial m u co u s m e m
branes. Tell your druggist to sell you
love. He hung up, w ith the same
a bottle of Creomulslon with the un
little flic k as the salute he alw ays ’ derstanding you must like toe way It
gave when he le ft her.
quickly allays the cough or you ore |
to have your money back.
She
breathed,
"I
love
you.
S pang." B u t the c lic k of the te le
phone being disconnected le ft the
for Coughs. Chest Colds. Bronchitis
w hisper hanging in a ir. unheard,
unanswered.
A fte r th a t she cried. Long and
w re tch e d ly, a ll alone, w ith the hot j
afternoon passing.
The ye llo w leaves began fa llin g |
fro m the apple trees and the sum ac
burned red against the fences.
J ill crossed her booted leg over
the saddle. The m are. D ave's new
saddle m are, was w a rm and s a ltily
m o ist and lazy.
" I hate S e p te m b e r!” J ill said
a b ru p tly . " I t ’ s a stupid m onth, th a t
doesn't m ean a nything.
I t isn ’ t
sum m er, and i t is n 't fa ll. I t ju s t
sulks thro u g h th ir ty days. A ll the
" I'm
q u ite d e lirio u s ab o u t the flow ers are tire d , b u t they w on’ t
a r m y — h a d n 't you h e a r d ? ”
die, and the whole w o rld looks
shabby.
People look shabby, too,
and I thought I'd spend i t w ith you.
in fa d y su m m e r clothes o r fa ll
N ice o f M r. A le xa n d e r G raham B ell
things th a t show d u st and are
to have fixed th a t fo r us, isn’ t it ? ”
sm othery. I f ever I d<5 som ething
“ W e 'll put up a plaque fo r him co m p le te ly m ad and u n fo rg iva b le it
som ew here.” J ill answered, m a kin g w ill be because i t ’ s Septem ber and
her voice lig h t, not le ttin g d isa p I can’ t b ear i t . "
p o in tm e n t creep in to it. "S o rry I
D ave did not look a t her. Ju lia
have to go w ith o u t seeing you.
was w o rrie d about J ill, her g ro w in g
Spang.”
irrita tio n , her restlessness, her im
“ So’ m I. Though I d id n 't know
patience w ith e ve ryth in g .
w h e th e r you could stand another
"T h a t isn ’ t the answer, D a v e ,"
dose o f the a rm y .”
J u lia had said.
" N o t tru m p e d -u p
“ I ’ m qu ite d e lirio u s about the jobs th a t she sees thro u g h in s ta n tly
a rm y --h a d n 't you heard? Don’ t you and does w ith th a t a ir o f a w fu l pa
know th a t a ll women ru n d iz z ily tience and th in ly concealed con
a fte r u niform s, e specially i f th e y’ re te m p t.”
a ll decorated up w ith brass and
She knew so w e ll th a t there was
s tu ff? ”
no answ er to the p ro b le m o f J ill.
" I did hear a ru m o r, but I thought The bloom of love, fr u ity and glow
i t m ig h t be propaganda.
M orale ing, was upon J ill now, she was
stuff, keep the boys happy, keep ’ em rip e w ith it, gilded w ith it, and ev
singing w hile th e y’ re m a rc h in g o ff e ry nerve and vein were v ib ra n t
to w a r w ith b liste rs on th e ir heels w ith readiness, and she had not
and shoulders.”
been chosen.
H er loneliness was
made b ra ckish by the b itte r d is tilla
tio n of d isappointm ent, and tears
too fie rce ly contained canker in to
acid and weaken the strongest s p ir
She said, "S pang, I ate lunch w ith it.
irestone tires . . . for your automo
th a t M rs. C a lv e rt today. I s im p ly
“ Take her places, D ave,” Ju lia
crashed in, and I know now th a t I
bile . . . for your truck . . . for your
had pleaded.
" I ca n ’t do any
was a w fu lly stupid about it. I told
th in g fo r her. To a w om an in J i ll ’ s
tractor . . . and for your every other
her th a t R ic h adn’ t any money, and
state of m in d other women are u t
farm
use . . . are specially designed by
she looked at m e w ith those c y n ic a l
te rly obnoxious, even women they
eyes o f hers and d id n 't believe a
engineers
familiar with your needs to
lo ve .”
w ord o f it. I t w o rrie s me, and yet
give you safer driving, longer mileage
I hate to te ll M o th e r.”
“ I f R ic gets h im s e lf in to a mess
le t h im w iggle out o f i t , ” counseled
Firestone tires are built by the finest
Spang.
" M ig h t be good fo r h im .
So Dave and J ill rode the h ills
M aybe he’ s depended on oth e r peo on th is firs t Sunday in September,
aftsmen using modern equipment and
ple too m uch a lre a d y ”
and when J ill had spoken her tira d e
had done a naive and childish th in g
She's quite sure that R ic is a ric h
w om an’ s son and that I'm a m e d
d lin g sister w ith m y k n ife out fo r
greedy th ro a ts lik e hers, J ill told
herself.
She put R ic out of her m ind, g rim
ly . and thought only of Spang, won
! d e rin g i f she w ould see h im again.
E v e ry th in g lovely th a t she owned
she had put on this m orning. She had
turned a hundred tim e s before the
m irro r , changed her lip s tic k tw ice,
w o rrie d at her nails, and pinned and
repinned her h a ir in to e xa ctly the
rig h t sort of halo so th a t every
c u rl should s h im m e r w ith a llu re ,
when at last the telephone rang.
Spang said. ’ Hello. J ill. I was
a fra id you m ig h t have checked
o u t.”
"O h. no—I m ay not go fo r hours.
W ill I see you again. Spang.” ’
" S o rry ,” he said slow ly, w hile
J ill's he a rt grew heavier, " c a n 't
m ake it today. T h e y 're running in
Sunday classes on me, I ’ ll be tied
up a ll day. But I had a m om ent.
J ill M c F a rla n e . ?«. has la llr n in lev»
w ith IJ r u t. Spang Gordon H e r m oth er,
J u lia , Is upset as her own husband,
‘ R ic h a rd , disappeared during the Brst
w a r and she had hoped to spare her
d a u g h te r fro m being an a rm y w ife.
JiU 's brother. R lc, is involved w ith a
divorcee and J ill goes to c a m p to ‘
In vestigate the m a tte r. R lc tells her j
he Is on duty and unable to see her
but w hile she Is dancing w ith Spang
they see R ic and the w om an In ques
tion. Sandra C a lv e rt, together.
J ill
finds Sandra an older, hardened w o m
an. Later she Is accosted by C ap tain
M a ckey , known at ca m p as " O ld C yan
ide '• He tells her he knew her m oth er
years ago. He looks vaguely fa m ilia r .
NERVOUS
m u [.M U M S
I f P éter P ain
wrenches
you
with
I
j
Beware Coughs
from common colds
That Hang On
CREOMULSION
for
Safer D riving. . .
Longer M ile a g e . . .
Better Traction
I
use
<Fire$toneTiRE$
On Your A u to m o b ile, Truck and T racto r
A Warning
Against Mackey
F
Jill Tries Her
Hand at Cupid
" B u t it m ig h t b re a k m y m o th e r’ s
heart.
I have to th in k of that,
Spang. And she has had enough
h e a rtb re a k fo r one life tim e .”
" I hadn’ t thought o f th a t,” Spang
said.
against the sun-drunk w eather she
kicked her toe back in to the s tir
ru p and je rk e d the m a re ’ s head up
and said in a sharp and harsh voice,
“ Dave, w hy don’ t you m a rry m y
m o th e r? ”
D ave le t his reins fa ll slack, and j
“ You couldn’t do a n yth in g about
g e ttin g h im moved to another post, the horse reached in s ta n tly, unre
proved, fo r a sassafras bough.
could you, Spang?”
“ Because,” he said slow ly, "she
"N o , I couldn't, J ill. I'm only a believes th a t she's s till m a rrie d to
te ch n ica l o ffice r here, and those y o u r fa th e r.”
things are handled by personnel
J ill clicke d her teeth. "Y o u know
boards w ith a lo t of red-tape in th a t hope is fa n ta stic, D ave.”
volved.
M a cke y’ s on th a t board,
"Y e s, J ill, I know .”
and he keeps the red-tape tightened
" I never saw m y fa th e r,” she
up p le n ty stiff.
I ca n ’ t even ta lk went on. "H e was in France when
to R ic, he w ouldn’ t lis te n .”
I was born. M other doesn't e^en
J ill said, " B y the w ay, I saw th a t know, fo r sure, th a t he ever knew
C a ptain M ackey la st n ig h t a fte r you th a t I was horn. She w rote le tte rs
le ft me. Spang. He cam e up and but never had any answers. The
introduced h im se lf. He thought th a t le tte rs d id n ’ t come back, nothing
he once knew m y m o th e r."
came back.
I t ’s g ris ly to th in k
Spang did not speak fo r a breath. about, G ra n d fa th e r going over there
Then he said, soberly, " T h a t’ s an and w atching them open graves, but
old line, J ill. A ll the old he-wolves in w a r things lik e th a t happen."
“ Yes, they happen.”
sp rin g it when they get th e ir eyes
on a p re tty young g irl.
F a th e rly
"T h e n we w ent to W a sh in g to n ,!
approach. K nock ’ em off th e ir and M other and G ra n d fa th e r spent
days
in v e s tig a tin g
records,
b u t!
g u a rd .”
there
w
asn’t
anything.
And
yet
she
" B u t he d id n ’ t appear to be In
terested in me at a ll
He m e re ly goes on w a itin g .”
said th a t he knew a g ir l once in
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