Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 24, Number 169, Decatur, Adams County, 19 July 1926 — Page 3

jJSji y; \ \ f. m| ini.,?! i.n. i j Tfe GIRL in the MIRROR Elizabeth Jordan w WNI! S.r.lea

'Jngtelu added bis well-meaning but to« bapplly chosen bit. “Laurie can't get Into no scrape re cut get bitn out of." ba earnestly aalund Laurie's sister. Krbara laughed. A circle of newcomers was forming around them. let It go at that," she said, extended a hand to each man. ;# i - i diß'* ' * , '3b / ItKf * JM Ww-B* •Lturl* Can't Got Into No Scrape Wo Can't Get Him Out Os,” Ho Earnestly Assured Laurie's Slater, •Good-by. I won’t try to thank you. Bat—God bless you both !" Vnder the influence of thia Huai benediction, Epstein waddled over to the comer where Warren, eery pale, ud Louise Ordway, very much bored, stood surrounded by a group that Indsded Sonya Orleneff. Firmly detaching the bridegroom from this consuls! assemblage, Epstein led him to d&e side. "Tarrea," be said solemnly, “I got to congratulate you ail over again. Too got ven roman In a million— No, you got ron roman In eighty mtlHaa!" Warren laughed, rather shakily. Over the heads of the crowd his eyes caught his wife's and held them for an instant. “Make it a million million,” be suggested Joyously, and led Epstein to the supper room. Laurie was there with Bangs and a group of friends, who. having patronized young Devon a year ago, were ecdeavortng_to wipe ont lhe memory er uuT‘'inaiscreti6n 'by an excess’ or | rneudiy attention. “No," Warren and Epstein heard Mm say to Mrs, Lytton and Mrs. Renway, "there’s nothing I'd like better than to come, thank you. But I'm going back to New York tomorrow. You sea," he added, “this business of marrytag off a sister, and attending to all the details and seeing that she conducts herself properly as long as she's tn my care, is a bit of a strain. I've got to get back to town and recuperate." “I suppose you will rest your mind by writing another play?" gushed Mrs. Kenway. Lanrie shook hks black head. "Not a bit of It!" he asserted. “Don’t even suggest such a thing before Epstein, there. It sounds abhorrently like work.” Mrs. Renway's curiosity had a brief and losing struggle with her good breeding. "Then what are you going to doY' she demanded coquettlshly. The young man pondered, as if considering the question for the Bret time. “Wsll.” he said at last, “between I you and me, I’m going In for adventure. I Intend to devote the next four months to discovering how much excitement a worthy youth can crowd into his life If he makes a boniness of going after the gay bird of adventure, •nd finding it, and putting salt on Its Mr TS» puttied countenance of Mrs. | ®kßWay cleared. . *oh, I see.” she salil brightly, joking." Jt<arle smiled and turned to greet, MPate guest who had come up behind FWI. Ih the little group that had overMwM him three pairs of eyes met In wwtSed glances. prospect for us!” muttered Mtoey Baugs. Epstein looked harassed. A MSs later he joined the throng In the WBta hall, and watched the showers IW riee fall harmlessly from the polMad aides of Barbara’s limousine as JBl bride my!, groom. ’rilfrlyd

away'from the brilliant - entrance of Devon house. "She's gone," be said to Bangs as tbe two meh turned and re-entered the still crowded yet suddenly empty house. And he added solemnly, “Believe me. Bangs, on that job she's left us you an me ve gut our bands full I* CHAPTER II Rodney Loses a Battle Rodney Bangs, author of “The Black Pearl" and co author of "The Man Above," was annoyed. When Mr. Baugs was annoyed be usually betrayed the fact, for his was an spen nature. . He was betraying It now. Bls clear, red-brown eyes were clouded. The healthy pink of his youthful cheeks had deepened to an unbecoming flush. His wide, engaging grin, the grin of a I friendly bulldog, was lacking, and his lips were set tight. Sitting on a low chair In the dress- . Ing room of tbe bachelor apartment he and Lawrence Devon occupied to- | gether, Rodney drew on a shoe and stamped his foot down Into It with an emphasis that shook the floor. Devon, fastening his tie before the full-length mirror set In the door leading to their common bathroom, started at the sound, like a high-strung prlma donna, j This was one of Laurie’s temperamen- i tai mornings. “What the devil's the matter with ( you. Bangs?” he demanded, but wlti> out 111 humor. "Can't yon get on a shoe without Imitating the recoil of a seventy-five centimeter gun?” Bangs grunted, drew on the other i shoe, and drove his foot Into it with increased energy. Laurie looked at him, and this time there was a spark j in Ms black eyes. Very quietly ha turned, crossed the small room, and, planting himself in front of his chum, resentfully stared down at tbe dynamic youth. “What's the Idea?" he demanded. “Are you deliberately trying to be annoying?" Rodney did not raise his head. His j fingers were busy with a complicated knot. “Oh, shut up!” he muttered. Laurie, his hands In his pockets, remained where he was. Under his continued Inspection the fingers of Bangs grew clumsy. He fumbled with the knot, and. having unfastened It. pro- | longed to the utmost the proce®« of lacing bls shoes. He knew what must come as soon as he settled back In his chair. It had been coming for days. He was In for an unpleasant ten minutes. But the situation was one he had deliberately created as the only j possible way of ! . y’tsßWM* MYRkCt-wI-i!.' l-i- friend Kw Wiat.Jt.. was here he was anx'ous to make the moat of it. With head bent and thoughts busy he played for time. At last, the shoes laced and his campaign mapped out, he sat up and met Laurie’s eyes. ■ Their expression of! antagonism, temporary though he; knew it to be, hurt him. Devon, when he had his own way. and he usually; had it, was a singularly sweet-tern-, pered chap. Never before, throughout, their year of close association, had he looked at Bangs like that. Rodney knew that he deserved the look. For days past he had deliberately subject- . ed his companion to a aeries of annoyances, small but Intensely irritating. “Wen?” demanded Laurie. "What's the answer?" “What answer?" Rodney was in the position of a small boy challenged to combat In cqld blood. He was ex-, perienclng some difficulty In working, himself up to the necessary heat for; an engagement. But Laurie's next, words helped him out. “You've a d—d nut-; sance of yourself for the last week,”, he said deliberately. "I want to Know! why.’’ Bangs squared his stocky shoulder’ and rose to his feet. His brown eyaS| were below the level of his chum'S| black ones, but the two glances met sharply and a flash passed between! them. Under the force of his rising excitement the voice of»Rodney shook. "The reason I've been a d —d nul-; sance." he said curtly, "Is because, you've been acting like an Infernal, fool, and I’m sick of It." Laurie's lips tightened, hut the other rushed ou without giving him a chance to reply. The moment was his. He must crowd Into It all he had not dared to say before and might not be given a chance to say again. “Oh, I know what you'll say I” b e cried. "It’s none of my business, and yon’re your own master, and all that sort of rot. And I know you're not drinking, and God knows I'm not ass enough to take on any high moral tone and try to preach to yoo. whatever you do. What gets my goat. Devon, and the only thing T’m. 'gorry: . I

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mg about, it thlj Infernal waits of your time and mine " Ltmrie gtUiued and the grin infuriated Bangs He whirled away from It.' A footstool Impeded hlg progress, and be kicked It out of the w|y qflth large abandon. It was his habit to rush about a room when be was talk- 1 Ing excitedly. He rushed about naw:, and Laurie lit a cigarette and wstcbfd' him, at first angrily, then wifb a grow- 1 lug tolerance born of memories of segues in thqlr plays which Bangs bad thrashed out In'much this same manner. The world could never be wholly, uninteresting while Rodney' pranced about tn it. cutting tbe air with gestures like that.’ ' ’ ’ "Here I am." snapped Rodney, "ready writ my play, the best plot Pvs had yet. You won't let me even mention It to you. Here’s the new season. Here's Epstein, sitting on our doormat with a check-book In each hand, waiting tv put ou anything we give him. You know he's lost a small fortune this fall. You know It’s up to us to give him a play that will pull him out of the hole he's In. Here's Haxou, the beat director In town, marking time and holding off other managers In the hope that you and I will get down to business. And here you ate, the fellow we're all counting on—• He stopped for breath and adjectlvee. “Yes," Laurie politely prompted blm. “Here I am. What about it? What am I doing?” “You know d—d well what you're doing. You're loafing!" Hangs tired the word at blm as If It were a shell from a Big Bertha “You're looting till It makes us all sick to look at you. We thought a week or two of It would be enough, when yon realized the c<mdltlons; but It's gone ou for a month; and. instead of getting tired, you're getting more and more into the loafing habit. You abuse time till it shrieks In agony." "Good sentence," applauded Laurie "But don't waste It on me. Put it Into a play." Bangs seemed not to hear him. He was standing by the room's one window, now, atarlng unseelngly out of It. his hands deep In his pockets, taking tn the knowledge of the failure of his appeal. Under the realization of this, he tossed a final taunt over hls sboulI der. "I can forgive the big blunders a man makes In his life," he muttered; / .zw jr ' " i p “Hers I Am,” Snapped Rodney. ■AssssL A? '’ww- ” 1 !»jmssAUC. •> »with a cisap that lien ' time hike tn is I” Laurie removed the halt-smoked cigarette from his mouth, and not finding ar. ash tray within reach, carefully crushed out its burning end against the polished top of the dressing cere. He had grown rather pale. “That will be about all, Bangs.” he said quietly. “What you and Epstein and Haxon don't seetu to remember Is just one thing. If you don't like matters as they are, ft's mighty easy to change them. It doesn't take half a minute to agree to dissolve a partnership.” “I know." Bangs returned to his chair, and, dropping limply Into It, hls hands still In his pockets, stared despondently at his outstretched legs. "That's all It means to j'ou," he went on, morosely. "Our partnership Is one in a thousand. It’s based on friendship as well as on financial Interest. If I do say it, ft represents a combination of brains, ability, backing and prospects that comes only once In a lifetime, if It comes at all. Yet In one year you’re sick of It, and tired of work. You're ready to throw It all over, and to throw over at the same time the men whose interests are bound up with yours. You’re dawdling In cabarets and roadhouses and restaurants. when you might be doing Work—" Bangs' voice capitalized the word —"real work,” he added fiercely, "work other fellows tfould give their souls to be able to do.” He ended on a flat note, oddly unlike hls usual buoyant tones, and sat stilt ns If everything had been said. Laurie lit,a fresh cigarette, drew tn a mouthful of smoke, and exhaled It tn a series of pretty rifigs. la hls brief college experience hi had devoted some time to acquiring this art. Admiringly watching tbe little rings pass throtfgh the big rings, he spoke with studied carelessness. “It was a pretty good scene, Bangs,” he said, “and It showed careful rehearsing But It would be a let mor* effective If you had a rial situation; to base It on. As It Is. you're making a devil of a row about nothing. I; worked like a horse all l<st year, and' you know It. Now I'tq resting, qr iqsf-

fbg. ff yw prgTgr tp cgTT IT iSit fli'd"' —be bit off tbe words and fairly threw them at bls trlsud—"lt will save you j and Spstelu and Haxon a lot of men-, tai wiar and leaf If you MU mind four own bpslhoM and let me alone ” Bangs raised bls eyes and dropped them again. “You are our business," be somberly reminded hls partner, "t've got so I can’t work without you.” he added, with a humility new to him. “You know that. And you know I’ve gut the plot. K’s ready—great Seott, It’s bulling in me: I'm crazy to get It out. And here I’ve got to sit around watching you kill time, while you know and I know tbat you'd be a d —o sight happier if you wqre on the job. Good Lord. Laurie, work's the biggest thing there is tn life! Doesn't It mean anything at all to you?" “Not just now." Laurie spoke with maddening nonchalance. "Then there's something rotten In you." Laurie winced, but made no answer. He hoped Baugs would gv on talking and thus destroy the echo of hls last words, with which tbe silent room seemed filled. But nothing came. Rodney's opportunity bad passed, and he was lust, in depressed realization of hls failure. Laurie strolled back to the mirror, hie forgotten tie dangling In hls hand. "We’ll let it go at that," he said then. “Think things over, and make up your mind what you want to do about the contract" "All right." Baugs replied in the same flat notes ho bad used a moment before, and without changing his position ; but the two words gave Laurie a shock. He did not believe that either Rodney or Epstein would contemplate a dlssolu- ; tion of their existing partnership; but ! au hour ago he would not have be ' lleved that Rodney Bangs could say to him the things he had said just now He was beginning to realize that he had tried hls partners sorely In the month that had passed since hls re . turn to town; and all for what? He himself had brought out of the foolish experience nothing save a tired nervous system, a sense of boredom such as he had not known for a year. and. especially when he looked at Bangs, an acute mental discomfort which Introspective persons would probably have diagnosed as the pangs of conscience. Laurie did not take the trouble to diagnose It. He merely resented it as a grievance added to the supreme grievance based on the fact that he had not yet even started on the high adventure he had promised ' himself. He was gloomily considering both > grievances, and tying hls tie with hls , usual care, when something In the, mirror caught and held hls attention. He looked at It, at first casually, then with growing Interest. In the glass, directly facing him, was a wide studio , window. It was open, notwithstand- | Ing the cold January weather, and a comfortable, middle-aged, plump worn an, evidently a superior type of care- | taker, was sitting on the sill, polishing an Inner pane.« The scene was *s vivid as a mirage, and It was like the mirage In that It was projected from some point which Itself remained unseen. Laurie turned to the one window the dressing room afforded —a double French window, at hls right, but a little behind him, and reaching to the floor. Through this he could see across a court the opposite side of hls own building, but no such window or commonplace vision as had just come to him. In hls absorption In the phenomenon he called to Bangs, who rose slowtv and. coming to hls side, re- | garded tbe scene without imiui ‘.Ail”' ■■-st: - "■ 1 “It’s a cross projection from a bouse diagonally opposite us." he said, after studying the picture a moment. "It must be that old red studio building on the southwest corner of the square. If we had a room back of this and 1 looking toward the west, we could see 1 the tea! window." "As It Is,” said Laurie, “we’ve got a reserved seat for an Intimate study us any one who lives there. 1 won- ■ der who has that studio?” Bangs had no Idea. He was grateful to the little episode, however, for I spreading over the yielding ground i beneath hls feet the solid strip on which he had crossed back to hls chum. He threw an arm across Laurie's shoulders and looked Into hls i face, with something In his expression, that reminded young Devon of a favorite collie he had loved and lost In boyhood. "All right now?" the look asked, jnst as the dog's look had asked It ofi the little chap of ten. when something ’ had gone wrong. Rodney's creed of life was held together by a few primitive laws, the first of which was loyalty. Already he was reproaching ' himself for what he had said and don-. Laurie carefully'completed the ’ tying of hls th*, and turned to him i with hls gayest smile. "Hurry up and finish dressing." he, cheerfully suggested, "and we’ll go out| to breakfast. Since you insist on wait-; i Ing 'round for me like Mary’s little; lamb, I suppose I’ve got to feed you." Rodney’s wide grin responded, fur the first time In many days. He hustled about, completing hls toilet, i and ten minutes later the two young ■ men started ont together with a llghtness of spirit which each enjoyed and i neither wholly understood. Both had i a healthy horror of “sentimental stuff" and a gay, normal disregard of each] other's feelings In ordinary Inter- . course. But in the past half-hour, for ii the first time In their association, they had come close to a serious break, and; • the soul of each had been chilled by a; ; premonitory loneliness as definite as, I •'I »

ffie foueß of an fey finger * Th tli? quick reaction they experienced now 1 tbelr spirits soared exultantly. They breakfasted In a fellowship such as they bad not known since Barbara’s marriage, the month before. If Bangs bad Indulged lu any dream of a change of life In Laurie, however. following this reconciliation, the next few .days destroyed the tender shoots of that hope. Laurie's manner retained its pleasant camaraderie, but work and he met as strangers and passed each other by. The routine of hls days remained what they had been during the past five weeks. He gadded about, apparently harmlessly, came home at shocking hours, und spent most of tbe bracing January days wrapped In a healthful slumber that Infuriated Bangs, who wandered In and out of their apartment like an unhappy ghost. On the rare occasions when he and Rodney lunched or dined together, Laurie was entirely good-humored and when Epstein whs with them seemed wholly Impervious to any hints thrown out, none too subtly, by hls -producing partner. (TO HF COVHM Kit) Half Os Boy’s Face Blown Off; Restored By Skillful Operation Sidney,/July 19.—(United Press)— Two years ago a nine-year-o'.d Iny in Victorian township had the lower half of his face blown away by the ao’identa! discharge of a shotgun, and today, thanks to the skill of tin Adelaide surgeon, he has a new half face The surgeon. Dr. Simpson Newland, gained a worldwide reputation by his surgery achievements in tip* World War and the British Government endeavored to retain hls services in England, but Newland returned to Australia in order that hls service should be available to Australian soldiers if they were needed. Hut the operation on the boy is said to be more remarkable than any lie performed in war hospitals. Newland .took pieces of flesh from various parts of the boy’s boifc. ami began the work of building up a foun-

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„ . . . — — • i datlou for the missing half of the l»oy's face. Six operations were spread over a year before the hoy began to resemble hls former self. In the last operation the doctor cut two st-lps of skin from the boy's tem-l pie over the foiehead, and up on the! skull. These he laid hack and turn Ing them, brought them down around the flesh that he had built up as a chin. The skin grew and so did some of the toots of hair contained in It. 1 The 11-year-old boy is growing a beard. In a few week's time will come the last operation. Newland will take out one of the boy's ribs, and fashion It, Into a complete lower jaw bone This] will be let into the built-up flesh and grafted on to the ends of the original I

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