Thursday, July 1, 1937
THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON
STAR
I>r*nletl Organflic Weal for Summer
Cool, Smart, Comfortable
Bv CHERIE NICHOLAS
By M ary Schumann
C o p y r ig h t b y M acrae 8 m ith Co.
WN’U S erv ice
CHAPTER VII—Continued
—16 —
The afternoon over, she was diz
zy with rem orse and told herself
she was a weak, voluptuous woman
—like her m other. She wouldn’t
see him again.
But she did. It becam e im pera
tive for her to see him. F rig h t
ened, she sent for him to exact his
prom ise to be discreet. It was
very easy to allow Cun to take her
in his a rm s while he vowed his
discretion . . .
Sometimes she had moods of
self-loathing when she m et some
new evidence of H ugh’s affection,
or of his m other’s confidence in
her. Finally these ceased altogeth
er. T here w ere no m ore struggles
to attain the shore; she w as swept
along by a deep and dangerous cur
rent. The stolen love stim ulated
her whole being, and life was only
a fran tic w aiting until the next
m eeting could be arranged with
some degree of safety.
Her feeling for Hugh progressed
through several phases, apology
and pity at first, then resentm ent
th a t he should possess her person
ality, and finally hatred, w here she
magnified trifles, seized on each
variance of opinion and attitude to
bolster up h er own position. She
had come to the point w here she
felt it would be a kind of pleasure
to have Hugh know. She had often
w anted to tell him—w atch his smug
assurance th a t he could fill her
life, fall away!
The Sunday morning after her
declaration to him, she awoke late.
The chrom ium -fram ed little clock
pointed to ten. She looked over
sleepily. The bed beside her had
not been occupied. Then she re
m em bered and sa t up abruptly.
L ast night?
Joan and Hugh had been in the
kitchen. It hadn’t seem ed long at
the tim e, but perhaps it was a half
hour. She and Cun sitting on the
love seat at the fa r end of the dim
ly lighted room, drugged by ca
resses, whispering, had been ra th
er oblivious. They w ere confident
th at at the sound of returning
voices or footsteps they could rise
and casually survey a book, a pic--
ture. Then Hugh’s c ar had sta rt
ed and he had driven p ast the
windows on the drive.
Cun got up and went out to the
kitchen. He cam e back with his
forehead knitted. “ Hugh w as sick,
Joan says. He m ust have gone
home . . . Funny, w asn’t it? I
wonder . . . ”
“ W hat?”
“ Could he have looked in the
window? No . . . the blinds are
down.”
“ Where is Jo a n ? ”
‘Out there, sitting in a ch air.”
“ Do you think----- ?” She felt
guilty and uncomfortable.
Then Joan had come in. Hugh
had suddenly complained of feel
ing sick, had gone out the back
door. Cun could drive Dorrie over
if she felt she m ust go.
On the way home, Cun, who had
recovered his spiiits, reassured
her. Hugh was too stupid to sus
pect anything. Honestly, it m ade
him laugh the way she led th at fel
low around! . . . And probably he
h ad n 't gone home—ju st to a drug
store for som e medicine. Why wor
ry? Nothing to w orry about. At
the worst, she could fix up a story,
m ake him swallow it. He had been
with Joan a half a dozen tim es
when she had been uneasy, ques
tioned him. A sm a rt girl, Joan—
but gullible.
H e’d call her on Monday at the
sam e time. Hugh there—or other
com pany—say “ wrong num ber”
and he’d try later.
She rose and putting on slippers
and a negligee, ascertained th at he
was not in the house. His c a r was
gone from the garage.
H er fingers trem bled as she
dialed Cun’s num ber. She hoped
Joan would not answ er. In a few
seconds she heard Cun's cheerful
voice, “ Hello.”
"Cun, I m ust see you at once."
He hesitated, then said, “ I don't
h ear you very well.”
“ Come over. I m ust see you.”
He hesitated again before he re
plied, “ I ’m not in the m ark et for
a bargain in a car. I expect to
run m y bus until next spring at
least . .
I m ight drop around
and look it over, however . . . This
y e a r’s model and only gone two
thousand miles? . . . I'll see you
a little la te r.”
He cam e in less than half an
hour. He was freshly shaved,
looked carefree, florid and anticipa
tory. He smiled as he entered the
door. “ Not h ere?”
"N o, no one is.”
He flung his hat on the hall seat
and with his arm around her drew
h er into the living-room.
She faced him determ inedly.
"Cun, Hugh knows. He saw us
last night.”
“ The deuce he did!”
"H e was packing his bags when
I got home. I got him to stay
the night, but he was gone before
I aw akened this m orning.”
Cun whistled.
"D id he take his things?”
"N o, th ey 're still h ere.”
He relaxed from his tense atti
tude, shrugged his shoulders. "I
suppose he was furious, looking in
on our little party! But he doesn't
really know anything . . . You can
handle him all right. But it m eans
we’ll have to be m ore careful in
the future.”
D orrie felt a nervous doubt of
Cun assail her. “ But he does know.
I told him .”
He stared at h er unbelieving.
“ My God, Dorrie, you told him ?”
She answ ered a little sullenly, “ I
lost m y head. I suppose I was
tired of all this pretending.”
“ W hat was the need of it? This
is aw kw ard. Do you realize w hat
the consequences m ay be? . .
H ugh’s not a bad fellow. I m ight
like him if he w eren’t m arried to
you! And th e re ’s Jo an —and the
town — and m y com pany.” He
seem ed positively edgy and there
was a queer, critical curve to his
lip.
She turned aw ay. “ You don’t
love m e !”
He drew h er back to him, his
eyes still troubled. “ I ’m out of
my head about you, you know it,
you dear golden-haired Circe! But
ju st the sam e----- ”
“ Ju st the sam e—w hat?” I>orrie
insisted tautly.
"Y ou’ve got us into a sw eet
m ess when it w asn’t necessary.
I’m awfully fond of Joan, as I ’ve
often told you; I ’ve outgrown her—
kid m arriage. But there a re—com
plications. Alimony — you know
Joan h asn ’t a cent. And I ’m not
m aking a princely sa la ry .”
“ P erhaps she won’t ask any,”
said D orrie hopefully.
“ Can’t count on th a t.”
D orrie looked about her. “ I'm
awfully fond of m y home. He let
me get ju st w hat I w anted. He
couldn’t take it, could h e ? ” Her
voice quavered.
“ Afraid he could. Although I
im agine Hugh would be awfully de
cent."
She buried her head on his shoul
der. “ I don’t c a re about anything
—only you,” she w hispered.
“I
w ant to be with you.”
His arm tightened about her.
Then she felt an unease in his
m uscles. “ This is darn danger«
H E R E ’S an exquisite fem ininity
and a new elegance in this sea
son’s mode to be seen in the be
guiling and flattering ruffled lingerie
touches given to costum es, the whis
per of taffeta underslips and the
seductive charm of sheerest of
sheer fabrics for daytim e, a fte r
noon and evening w ear.
Of all the very lovely sheers on
the sum m er fabric program th e re ’s
none m ore lovely than the entranc
ing printed organdies. These dainty
crisp cool-looking and cool-feeling
gaily flowered Swiss organdies are
the very em bodim ent of the new
elegance and fem ininity th at so dis
tinguishes cu rren t fashion.
The fact th at they are so enchant
ing, so lovely tells their story of
allure only in p art, for after all is
said and done it is their u tte r p ra c
ticality th at offers the big appeal.
With the perm anent finish and fast
color given to the new Swiss or
gandies you can depend upon them
surviving endless tubbings, retain
ing their crisp vitality and hand
som e color tones the entire life of
your frock.
The exciting variety of new fin
ishings and new patternings given
to organdies this season has greatly
enhanced them in the eyes of de
signers who a re launching a new
vogue for tailored effects as well
as the dressier-type costum es. The
new m atelasse organdie is especial
ly attractin g attention. These sm a rt
m atelasse w eaves come in m ost
any coloring and patterning from
multi-color florals to sm aller geo
m etric figures and fascinating dot
ted prints th a t tailor to perfection
in a ttractiv e one and two-piece
frocks such as a re ideal for w arm
w eather w ear. With dark back
grounds they especially tune to
stre e t w ear and to costum es for ac
tive m om ents the whole day through
as th eir crinkled finish requires lit
tle or no pressing.
The distinctive daytim e frock cen
tering the fashions pictured, dem
onstrates the adaptability of organ
DOTTED LAWN
"Y ou Won’t Let Me Down,
Cun?”
B y C H E R IE
N IC H O L A S
ous—m y being h ere,” he w hispered
as he kissed her and released her.
“ But you’re a dangerous w om an."
“ Going?” she faltered. “ But we
haven’t settled anything.
You
haven’t told m e w hat to do.”
He paused on his way to the
door. “ I ’ll have to think about it.
And by the way, b etter not call
m e at the office again. I’ll find a
way to call you.” He picked up
his hat.
She felt she could not let him go.
She, who was so chary of caresses,
felt an irresistible longing to have
his arm s about her. H er lips tre m
bled with appeal. “ You w on't let
me down, Cun? . . . I ’ve grown
to love you so terribly. I thought
you’d be glad we w ere free of all
this hiding. You’ve said so often
you’d give anything if I could be
your wife.”
He answ ered with vehem ent a r
dor, “ Darling, I'd lay down my life
for you!”
She gave a gasp of relief. She
loved every motion of his quick
agile body, loved his gaiety, his
carelessness, his fire th at kindled
in her an ungovernable passion.
She would give up her home, her
m atching rugs and draperies, her
Duncan Phyfe furniture, her silver
—everything—if only she could
have him. “ When shall we see
each other a g ain ?”
He tw irled his hat. “ Dorrie, you
Fashion seem s never to get tired
m ust be a good girl—be sane and of dots. This season m ore than ever
sensible.”
dotted effects a re playing a most
im portant role in the fabric realm .
"Y es—y es?”
"Now you’ve been rash about D aytim e costum es tailored of sheer
Hugh. My advice is to fix it up. dotted m aterials a re featured in
He’ll overlook it. H e's crazy about j d ark tones th at a re practical Navy,
you.” He stopped at the expres black, burgundy, brown, copen.
sion on her face. "Love you, pre green, with tiny w hite dots are prov
cious? . . . Good Lord, yes. But ing big sellers. Clean cut, cool as
I c a n 't m ove hand or foot now I a breeze, is the suit of dotted lawn
. . . We’ll not see each other for as here shown. Its linen collar and
a while. P erhaps things will blow pocket flaps a re scalloped. Being
sanforized shrunk it can be suc
over."
He was shedding things with cessfully tubbed tim e and t i m e
his easy optim ism , escaping her. again.
She w atched him go with a h u rt
Full Skirts
curve on her red lips, and a stony
Skirts th at a re kilted, pleated and
feeling in her chest.
Her though* flew here and there shirred, with the fullness held in
like frantic caged birds. Hugh— ju st below the hipbone, a re indi
cated for the youthful, slim figure
there w as only Hugh.
and a re very new.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
O O L is the
word for C ar
C
rie w h e n she
die in the new cloque or m atelasse
finish for practical w ear. The nov
elty patterning of this organdie is
done in red, blue, green and white
dots against a black background.
Self-fabric applique in unique de
sign on plain white organdie orna
m ents the short puffed sleeves and
shoulder yoke, also banding the edge
of a sep arate full-cut overskirt th at
has been cleverly contrived so it
m ay be also worn as a cape if you
feel an urge to w ear it th a t way.
F or com fort and joy suprem e
th e re ’s nothing m ore to be coveted
than a beflowered print organdie
done in exotic colorings. The sum
m er fabric showings are playing up
some of the m ost fascinating flower-
printed organdies eyes ere beheld.
T hat pretty-pretty frock to the right
in the illustration is m ade of crisp
and dainty floral printed perm anent
finish Swiss organdie. Given a sim
ple tailored styling it m akes a very
practical daytim e dress as well as
a very attractive one. The self
fabric saw-tooth edging at neckline
and sleeves adds a voguish finish.
Glam orous is the word for the
new organdie evening gowns. In
youthful party frocks or in rom an
tic trailing sophisticated styles, they
run the gam ut of color and fabric
finish from dainty allover em broid
ery cutout patterns to pastels in
brilliant floral patterns and striking
flocked em broidery designs. F o r the
beguiling evening frock shown to
the left the designer uses crystal-
clear organdie in white w ith a
flocked floral motif in vivid red. It
has a high pointed collar a t the
front and a sweeping double ruffle
cascading so as to sw irl about
gracefully at the back in dancing.
© Western Newspaper Union.
LACE AND VEILINGS
FOR EVENING HATS
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
A new collection of Suzanne T al
bot m illinery, just em erged from
th eir P a ris boxes and w rappings,
presents the last word in delight to
the eyes. To say the Talbot hats
a re feminine does not describe them
quite adequately, for they are sheer
bits of inspiration. She has taken
finest horsehair and fashioned hair
cloth of it that in some cases looks
like patterned lace, and in others
like sheerest straw . With this, in
white, in black, in m idnight navy,
she has used Chantilly lace for veil
ings and trim m ings instead of the
accustom ed m esh veilings.
One of the hats is a flat sailor
m ade of the h air cloth in black,
and vertically across the crown is
placed an inch band of white inser
tion lace of fine linen thread. Then
the sam e insertion falls from the
edge of the brim , ever so delicately,
to. the eyes. Another model, a true
basket type, is m ade of fine black
h air woven in a lace pattern, with
a full lace veil and a narrow velvet
ribbon band coming under the chin
and tied in a bow and stre a m e rs
at one side. To com plete the pretty
picture, a pale blue ostrich feather
curls up under the veil.
w e a r s one of
th ese sm a rt new
frocks by Sew-
Your-Own. No m a tte r w hether
sh e ’s three or thirty, a Ju n e bride
or a proud m am a, C arrie will
find w hat she needs for sum m er
com fort here.
Left to Right.
The young frock w ith the in
terestin g m iddle and sporty in
v erted pleat is one th a t’s going
in for e x tra cred it a t sum m er
school. I t has th a t advanced chic
w hich readily distinguishes co-eds’
clothes. If you’re cam pus bound
(or ju st bound for an ordinary
vacation) be sure to have a couple
of versions of this fashion first
w ith you. Then you’ll be set for
th a t heavy sum m er schedule.
Lines for a Princess.
Second to none in the sum m er
Ir this princess dress. As fit for
golf as it is for dancing, you can
see a t a glance th a t this is the
one d re ss you c a n ’t be even half
w ay happy without. F re sh in
spirit, dainty in detail and be
com ing to all figures this simple-
to-sew frock will introduce count
less women to new chic this sea
son. Come on, M ilady, shake
hands w ith Chic.
Tot’s Tidbit.
Only when w e’re very young
a re we privileged to w ear dresses
as cute as this one. The m ost
unaccustom ed seam stress can
m ake it w ith its half dozen pieces;
the m e re st rem nant will suffice
for m a te ria l. T here is m ore than
o rdinary intrigue packed in the
dim inutive sk irt th a t shows a
"Quotations"
--A--
The body has been divided into
blood, cells and organs; the soul has
been neglected in the analytical
process.—Dr. Alexis Carrel.
More homes are wrecked through
women worrying about their clothes,
pride, and the comforts of their hus
bands than when they are interested
in politics.—Lady Astor.
With all the friction, jealousy and
antagonism rampant in the world,
radio offers a wide channel for the
mutual improvement of relation
ships.—Newton D. Baker.
Morality, like life itself, is not
static; it is dynamic and progressive.
—Sherwood Eddy.
Too few people are more intent
upon living than making a living.—
Dr. Lin Yutang.
couple of darling dimpled knees
so lusciously sun tanned. Use it
as a cool, cool top with panties
as the ideal hot w eather a ttire , or
slip it on as an apron—either w ay
it will be a fine little companion
for m other’s pet this sum m er.
The P a tte rn s.
P a tte rn 1258 is designed in
sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 38 bu st).
Size 14 requires 3% yard s of 39
inch m a te ria l plus 4V4 yards for
braid trim m ing as pictured.
P a tte rn 1323 is designed in sizes
14 to 20 (32 to 46 bust). Size
16 requires 5% y ard s of 39 inch
m a te ria l for the short length.
Beach length requires 7 Vi y ard s
of 39 inch m aterial.
P a tte rn 1944 is designed for
sizes 6 m onths, 1, 2, and 3 years.
Size 1 y e a r requires 1% y ard s of
36 inch m aterial. The pockets,
cuffs and facings for collar in
contrasting m a te ria l require Vi
yard of 27 inch m aterial.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle P a tte rn Dept., 149 New
M ontgomery Ave., San Francisco,
Calif. P a tte rn s 15 cents (in coins)
each.
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
Foreign Words
and Phrases
Vultus est index anim i. (L.) The
face is the index of the mind.
Troppo disputare la v erita fa
e rra re . (It.) Too m uch dispute
puts tru th to flight.
Caecus ite r m o n strare vult. (L.)
A blind m an w ishes to show the
way.
B avardage. (F .) Idle talk; p ra t
tle; garrulity.
M acte virtute. (L.) Proceed in
virtue.
Omne trinum perfectum . (L.)
E very perfect thing is threefold.
A tout prix. (F .) At any price.
Questo vento non criba la biada.
(It.) This wind winnows no corn.
Need of Self-Control
jgg
fiy Fred jVeAer
Higher W aists Being Shown
for Day and Evening W ear
k
V era B orea’s sum m er collection ,
shows higher w aists for day and
evening w ear with short bodices
th a t usually are draped. Shoulder
width is m aintained throughout but
the sleeves are plain and straig h t i
in line.
T here are m any cotton prints and
linens shown for w ear at all tim es
of the day with bright yellow as
the outstanding color.
B right colors are used for short
little jackets over dark skirts—for
exam ple, pastel blue is now shown
with d ark red, and rose is shown
with dark gray.
Cut-out applied designs a re used
for trim m ing for daytim e and eve-
ning clothes.
Luggage Styles
New luggage styles prove th at the
old "su it case” is getting lighter
every year.
- í
H ealth and happiness a re gen
erally looked on as enviable gifts,
w hereas the fact is th at, to a
large extent, they are duties; only
we p refer not to recognize this,
as it involves such an unpleasant
am ount of self-control, m ental and
bodily.—L. H. M. Soulsby.
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