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MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, JIEDFORD, OREGON, THURSDAY, MARCH 29, 1931
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Judith Lane
by JK.l.WK HOW.UAy
JYNOPSIS: Judith Dale heart
Rio Tom Bevine' will read, and
learnt that the hat been let mil'
lion dollare by her former employ
er and inttructed to finieh Bevine'
bin dam project in Weetern Texat.
Bhe hat a claeh with Morton Lam
tere. formerly Bio Tom'l attorney,
who repreeentt the Bevine helre,
and to her chagrin her hutband,
Norman, Lampere't law partner,
tldet with Mm. She leavee the
room, but Norman ttayt behind
with UathUt Bevine,
Chapter 16
RECONCILIATION
TpHE door closed behind her, and
Judith ran to the nearest eleva
tor, just going down. A cab, then
home, she thought. With Delphy
pending the day In Galveston and
Llge away, too, she would have the
house alone. She could cry then,
even cry those queer animal cries
which seemed to relieve the Delpbys
and the cook's wives.
In the cab she tried to keep her
mind from the scene she had left.
She mustn't break down until she
had reached the sanctuary of her
room. Must think of something.
February, lovely month In the
tropical belt of Texas, Jonquils and
violets In sheltered corners, a coral
pink mass of japonlca "n the Main
Street parkway.
"How did you get here so
quickly?"
"I followed you right out but the
elevator man slammed the door
within an Inch of my nose, so I took
the stairs, didn't even wait for an
other car. You were Just pulling
away from the curb In a taxi, but
the doorman had heard you give this
address so I hopped In my car and
beat you here." !
"Oh," she shivered slightly, with
reaction to her nervousness.
"Delphy's out, Isn't she? Suppose
I pad In and make a pot of coffee.
And we'd better have a Are here on
the hearth. There must be some
thing wrong with the furnace burn
ers." In her room, Judith looked Into
the mirror and laughed. Her face
looked like a topographical relief
map, all mounds and hollows.
"He didn't obey Mathlle," she sang
softly as she worked with hot tow.
els, cold towels, an astringent,
cream, a little blue eye shadow.
"Hasn't said a word about the other
. . , maybe, oh maybe Big Tom was
wrong . . . maybe he will see through
Lampere before It's too late,"
SHE donned a pair of boyish blue
lounging pyjamas and darted
down the rear stairs to And tforman,
one of Delphy's mammoth aprom
Jonquils and Japonlca, thought
Judy. She'd use them oriental fash-
Ion In her brass opium bowl for . . .
he hesitated . . , would she be giv
ing that bridge luncheon tor her
mother-in-law now?
She paid the driver at the highway
entrance, then began the climb to
the cottage. Llge should have
massed the bluets so they would
look more like flowerlakes In the
rock cups. . . . "It's what she wants,"
rang Mathlle'a voice -n ber ears . . .
oh, there was a fully blossomed Illy
of the valley. She stooped to pluck
It, breathed In Its fragrance. , . ,
Norman let Mathlle call him a tool.
He would have followed mo, but
he stayed when she told him to, she
thought as she opened the ball door
with ber pass key. She lay purse and
(loves on a small wrought-lron stand
and paused to enjoy her work of the
morning, purple Iris In s blue bowl.
Then, pretense thrown to the winds,
he tossed her hat to the newel post,
ran to the sun room, threw herself
on to the couch and cried, cried the
queer animal cries of cooks' wives.
JUDY, Judy, don't do that; don't
cry like that." Norman was
there. He was holding her In his
arms, picking her up, carrying her
to his den to bold her In his arms In
a deep chair. "There, there, Judy"
"S-she called , . , you a fool . . .
, told you to stay and you . , . you
did," Bobbed Judy.
"If I'd stayed, would I hove been
here?" questioned Norman with
masculine logic.
Judith reached tor the handker
chief he offered. Hor own, a sodden
mall ball, had been discarded en
route. "No," she choked, then re
luctantly, as though realization of
what he said had penetrated "No,
you were here when I came In,
weren't you?"
"Yes, I stood at the window and
watched you tidmlrlng your work
al the way up the hill, You haVe no
modesty at all, Judith DaK. ... and
look at the poor Illy you plucked,
crushed .
Judith sat up, looked at the Illy,
, then her husband, "My nose shines
nd It'a all red, Isn't It?"
"Isn't It ahlne. or doesn't It red?"
he teased. "Yes to both."
tied about his middle, bending ovei
the stove.
"Have some scrambled eggs with
me?" he Inquired cheerily. "Didn't
have time for lunch , . . like your
bacon crisp too, don't you . . . and
will you make some toast?"
Judith made the toast, disappeared
into the basement and returned with
a glass of Jelly "Grape, jiade It
myself," she announced proudly,
turning the quivering purple mass
Into a dish. And then the telephone
rang.
"Mrs. Dale," came a voice over
the wire, "this la a reporter for the
Union speaking. Mrs. Dale, we un
derstand your first purchase made
with Bevlns' money Is to be a dia
mond necklace."
Judith gasped, then held her tem
per on a tight leash. Clla had told
her that. "Troat a newspaperman
right and he'll risk his job to give
you the right break on a Btory. Get
high hat and the fury the woman
scorned brags about Is a mere tem
pest In a toapot." Judith laughed.
"I'll admit I'm going to buy rocks,"
she said, "but not that kind. If you'll
come down to Judge Morgan's office
with ma some time tomorrow I'll
give you an accurate account of how
the money will be spent ... no, not
Ok me, nor mine, but on the Bevlns
dam. Ploase, sir, won't you help mel
I'm still acting In the capacity of a
secretary, and evory penny goes to
the construction of the dam."
"What do I get out of It?" She
pr.used a moment She wanted to
say, heartache, misrepresentation,
but realised the futility. "Not a thins
unless I am hired as a stenographer,
then f receive a minimum salary,
and living expenses If I go on loca
tion." Later, her foce brightened: "Thank
you," she said sincerely, and, stack
in a colorful array ot dishes on the
tea wagon, told Norman ot the con
versation. "He said, he may get fired, but
he'll try to write the kind ot a yarn
he's come to the conclusion 1 de
serve." "Fine," said Norman, heartily, as
tbey formed a procession and
marched to his den.
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other monktywrtnoh ,
MARANVILLE'S ANKLE
BROKEN IN PRACTICE
6T. PETERSUima, Fill., March 30.
(AP) Wslter (Ribblt) Mamnvllle
Boston Braves' veteran tnflelder, broke
bU ankle today in the eighth inning
of the exhibition game between the
Braves and the New York Yankees.
DIVORCE AGREED ON
BY RUTH AND HUBBY
HOLLYWOOD, Cal.. March 39. (AP)
The w pa ration announced Monday
night between Ruth Chatterton and
Qeorge Brent of the film will be
made permanent by divorce, the Irish
actor said today.
COLLEGE WOMEN
By 8IGRJD ARNE
WASHINOTON. (AP Restricted
professional employment of recent
years has not made it Impossible for
the Intelligent college woman to find
a Job If she really wants one.
"Such women,'1 says Mrs. Jouett
Shouse, "are still fitted Into indus
try and the professions, although It
usually takes longer and the pay la
not so large."
Mrs. Shouse helped to establish
and now aids In directing the Insti
tute of Women's Professional Rela
tions, a privately endowed research
group which ihas headquarters at
Women's college of the University of
North Carolina.
It Is the only clearing house in
the country for inforrnatlon on pro
fessional opportunities for women.
Through it Mrs. Shouse is able to
determine how the depression has
affected .the trained woman worker.
"First, & young woman seeking a
Job must know exactly what she
wants," says Mrs. Shouse. "Arid It
It quite as Important that she have
appearance and a professional atti
tude. "Take a concrete example. Sup
pose a young woman wants to be
an industrial engineer. She should
read the trade Journals In that field,
find the firms employing women, de
termine the trends, and then if pos
sible, work out something new she
can do. She is much more likely to
get a chance than if she were mak
ing the rounds of employment agen
cies." But even so, It would be difficult
for a woman to know the many turns
a profession can take. Mra, Shouse
learned that when she, as Catherine
Fllene, was graduated from Wheaton
college. As a result she made a sur
vey of women's professions and
brought out In 1020 a compilation
of discussions by successful women.
It was called "Careers for Women"
and has served since as a sort of
"time table on ' life" for the girl
graduate.
Now the second edition Is out, re
written and brought up to date. In
that time much has happened to one
of the original writers. Prances Per-.
kins, who wrote about factory lnspec. !
tors for the 1920 edition, has j
brought the article up to date from
her desk as secretary of labor.
Such unusual fields as garden pho
tography, bridal counselors, trans
lating, map maxlng and travel bu
reaus are Included.
TOOTH-BRUSH TIME
MOTHERS DAY STAMP
APPROVED BY FARLEY
WASHINGTON. March' 29. (API-
Postmaster Geher&l Farley today for- 1
many approved the selection of '
Whistler's portrait of "My Mother"!
for the Mother's day postage stamp.
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