Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 31, Number 158, Decatur, Adams County, 6 July 1933 — Page 2

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CLASSIFIED ADVERTISEMENTS, BUSINESS CARDS, AND NOTICES FOR SALE FOR SALE Raspberries, cheap for Canning. Phone your grocer any morning this week beginning Wednesday morning. They are iiu nd ling them very closely. Guarantee them fresh and good quality. We can still fill your orders on cherries. Fred Busche. 156-g2tx FOR SALE or TRADE—For cattle, 3-Wood sows. William Kitson, i Route 4, Decatur. 157-g3tx FOR SALE A 3 ear old colt, sound and gentle. A fine worker. 1 good milch cow. I mile west of Craigville Earl-James. Route 1, Box 18. Craig- j Ville. 156g3tx • FOR SALE—Fox terrier pups. Call; 5623. 155g3tx FOR SALE—Horse, 3 yr. old bay, j a real one, been hitched a few times, will make a 1500 to 1600 It>. horse. Sound. Roy Johnson, | phone 265 or 1022. FOR SALE—6 year old milk cow, ' good one. Herman Bosse, R. R5, 4 miles south, 3 miles west of j Decatur. 156t3 [ .i—i ———— FOR SALE- Late cabbage plants' 5c a dozen or 30c a hundred. De- j catur Floral Company, Nuttman ' avenue. Phone 100. 158-g3t I FOR SALE —Fresh cow. six years | old, good one. 0. T. Johnson. | Phone 861-C. One mile southeast i of county farm. 158-3tx I FOR SALE—Used Furniture and Pianos:—Four poster bed, good, shape, SB.OO. One set bed springs, ' $1.50; 1 set Simmons folding j springs, $5.00: 1 mattress. $4.00; Piano in Al shape, $35.00; Favorite Cabinet Heater, Al shape, ; $50.00; Leather couch. $6; Three i rockers. $1.50 each. Sprague Furniture Co., 152 South Second st.. Phone 199,156t3 FOR VALE—Side Delivery Hay i Rake, like new; good 8 ft. binder; 2 buzz saw outfits; 1 wagon: j 2 flat top office desks: South Bend i Malleable range cook stove; grain i sacks. Peoples Supply Co.. 203 ’ South First st., Decatur, Phone; 114. ' 156a3t FOR SALE —Store and dwelling in j one building. Good location for' business at 908 Winchester street. ' Phon »1280. 156-k-6tx , FOR SAUE—DaIn hay loader parts I W. W. Hawkins, Decatur. Phone j 0-861. * 155 g3t I FOR-RENT FOR RENT —Two or three fur- I nished light house keeping roomsj first floor, private entrance, Phone 511 or call at 3101 North-' 3rd st. 156t3 j FOR SIENT — Furnished light househeepirg apartment. First floor 1 cool rooms. Private entrance, base- i ment. garage and gardens. Inquire I 1127 W- st Monroe street. 158-g3t I

LOST AND FOUND LOST —On Second St. Saturday night, purs? containing some change and other articles. Finder please phone 690-D 156-3tx o — — COURTHOUSE Executions Received Deputy Sheriff D. M. Hower today receive five 'executions of judgment in the suit of the Schafer Company vs. the stockholders of the old Peoples Loan and Trust Company of this city. The « xecutions were issued by the clerk of the Allen Circuit court. Real Estate Transfer Elizabeth Eibnit to David 8. Habegger et al. 8U acres of land in French towm-Lip for $4,500. o — Long-Lived Birds Among the birds that are believed to live to see 100 years or more are the falcon. goid»n eagle. parrot end ruvr-A OTHO LOBENSTEIN Funeral Parlor Monroe, Ind. Mrs. Lobenstein, Lady Attendant. Business Phone 90, Residence 81 Free Ambulance Service 24 hour service. S. E. BLACK FUNERAL DIRECTOR Because of our wide experience in conducting funerals we are able to give perfect service at a very reasonable cost. Dignified But Not Costly. 500—Phones—727 Lady Asst. Ambulance Service N. A. BIXLER OPTOMETRIST Eyes Examined, Glasses Fitted. HOURS: 8:30 to 11:30 12:30 to 5:00 Saturdays, 8:00 p. m. Telephone 136.

•marketreports DAILY REPORT OF LOCAL AND FOREIGN MARKETS $ BERNE MARKET . Corrected July 6 r No commission ana no yardage. — . 1 250 to 325 lbs 34.35 ; 1170 to 250 lbs. 34.30 11170 to 250 lbs $3.60 ; i ' 100 to 140 lbs. .... $3.00 . | Roughs $3.00 : 1 Stags 31-25 ■! Vealera 35-00 ’-Spring Lambs .... 3500 Farm Bureau Ass'n. 11 Open Wednesday and Saturday Evenings Egg Market , No. 1. dozen 15c I No. 2 dozen lie , l No. 3. dozen 9c CHICAGO GRAIN CLOSE July Sept. Dec. May Wheat .98 1.00% 103% 1.07% ■ Corn .61% .65% .70% .75% j Oats .46% .47% .49% .53% I FORT WAYNE LIVESTOCK Fort Wayne, Ind.. July 6. —(U.R) — i Livestock: i Hogs, 5-10 c up; 250-350 lbs., 1 $4.60; 200-250 lbs., $4.50: 170-200 j lbs., $4.40: 140-170 lbs., $4.15; 1301 110 lbs., $3.50; 100-130 lbs., $3.25; I roughs, $3.25-$3.50; stags, $2.05, | Calves, $5; lambs. $6.50. i Cattle, steady; steers, good to choice. -5-$5.50; grass steers, good | to clioce, $4.50-$5; medium to good, 1 $3-$3.50; heifers, dry fed, good to ' choice, $4.50-$5; grass heifers, $4i $4.25; medium to good, $3-$4; comj mon to medium, $3-$3.50; cows. ! good to choice. $2.50-$3; medium to j good. $2-$2.50; cutters, $1.75-$2; . canners. sl-$1.50; bulls, good to I choice, $3-$3.25; medium to good. $2.50-$3; bqtehers, good light, $3- [ | $3.50. EAST BUFFALO LIVESTOCK — East Buffalo, N. Y., July 6.—(U.R)! I —Livestock: Hogs, on sale, 400; active, strong! I to 10.- higher; bulk 1.70 to 260 lbs.. ! i $5-$5.10; underweights slow. 160 lbs., $4.25 down; slaughter pigs, I down-to $3.50. Cattle, receipts, 25; slow at Mon-1 | day's decline; common grassy kind! streets, dull; fat cows, slow; cut-! I ter grades, active. $1.50-$2.50. Calves, receipts. 100; active, genI erally steady, top mostly $6; few J aoiestheW.above; common and meSheep, receipts. 309; quality ' plain; no good lambs offered, nomii nally steady. $7.50-$S for choice | ewes and wethers: common and medium. $5.50-$6.50; culls, $5.00 (down; sheep steady, mostly $1.501 $2.50.

LOCAL GRAIN MARKeT Correted July 5 No. 1 New Wheat, 50 lbs. or better .. 87c No. 2 New Wheat 68 lbs 86c i Oats 40c l Soy Beans 35c to 75c j White or mixed Corn .... 65c I Good Yellow Corn 70c i Rye 50c I - o _ Paris No Longer "WabeiT’ j Parte is an longer a walled city, i the fortifications having been razed following die World war. At that time they measured about 22 e- i I miles in circumference nnd inclosed in area ut about no square mi'es 0 FmLsophical Belief Enpirieisiu is the philosophical ’lew that experience is tho source *nd the criterion of all knowledge the theory that all knowledge Is derived from material or data exUting in the form of partleul»« States of eoußcinnsnosfi STATE OF INDIANA DEPARTMENT OF STATE Frank Mayr, Jr., Secretary of State I o?. A r ,'J;.’ i O RI,OM THESE stL Fr ?o i, ‘! yr ’ Jr ” Secretary of in- t n»rt f ir the .u htate l <jf Indiana, tiere--1 th,,t the Adams Countv In ' has this day filed Jn the office of the Secretary of Mate of Indiana, the properly signatteste'’ consents, statements “n AA P : r n" ti r t r f , a U ' red by He, tlon - 4 of I “An Art (hr Orgnnlxntion and control of corporation* fur Profit*’ approved February 28th, 1921 wA n . d 1 Surlher certify that Vuclr written consents, statements and papers so filed as aforesaid, show that said company and the officers iheieot have complied with the provisions of sai l S-ctlon 24 and that said < 01 p.vration Is now in precess of dissolution. In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and affixed the seal of the State of Indiana, at the JUM, 1933! an,aP ® n “' th ‘ B 26th ttay ° f Frank Mayr, Jr. Secretary of State. By Joseph o. Hoffman. Deputy C. L. Halters. Atty. June 29 July 6 I NOTICE OF FIN 41, SETTLEMENT ' OF ESTATE NO. Zll.'l I Notice Is hereby given to the crei ditors, heirs and legatees of Sylves. j ter Garwood, deceased, to appear in the Adams Circuit Court, held at I Decatur, Indiana, on the sth dav of I September, IM3, and show cause, if I any. why the Final Settlement Accounts with the estate of said I decedent should not be approved and said heirs are notified to then and there make proof of heirship and receive their distributive shares Byron H. Whltiredge, I Administrator i 'Decatur, Indiana, June 29, 1933 ' Lenhart, Heller i Schurger Attys.l June 29 July 6

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“STOLEN LOVE”

CHAPTER XLI “Really—an ideal couple!” old Mrs. Farley said, rubbing her hands. “So exactly suited to each other.” “And a real beauty," Mrs. Thompson purred. “Skin like the gardenias she wears so much, like velvet really. But Lyla, do you think she's well? She’s so very pale—” “Frankly, I don’t know,” Lyla Barstow said anxiously. “I’m so afraid she's nervous. You heard what her aunt said. Cornelia Van Fleet, the other sister is a wreck. Os course, Joan doesn’t look anything like her . . . still I don’t know . . . she has everything in the world to be happy for. I don’t know where she would find another like Curtis—so good and devoted.” “Yes, indeed . . . but there’s no doubt about that Lyla. They’re so in love . . . dear, dear. And it is a strain, Lyla, for a young girl. I remember when I was engaged, how upset I was—” She sighed reminiscently. “Dear, dear . . . how time flies—” How time flies . . . gray hairs so soon . . . Lyla Barstow was a girl again, getting ready for her wedding . . . When Joan came in with Curtis after the ladies had gone she put her arms about her, kissed her gently. “Try to relax a little, Johnnie. Don’t be so tense. Perhaps you can’t quite realize how glad I am that Curtis found you. I—l can’t quite realize it. that's all. He was my boy, my little boy so long. But I’m glad he is going to marry you, Joan. Won’t you befieve me?” e It was her first real welcome. The first time she had said Johnnie. Her first w-ord of love. Joan held out her hands, blindly. They elung together. Curtis found them, still with their arms entwined. His face shown with happiness. -The words he had come to say were forgotten. He tiptoed out, leaving the two women he loved together. The newspaper with its glaring headline was crumpled in his hand.

So it was the next day before Joan heard the news. Connie Howard was married. Eloped with a certain Harrison Crecly — whoever that was. No one had ever heard of Harrison Creeley before. “I hope she will be happy,” Joan said. Francine and the girls just laughed. All the afternoon Joan sat at her work table trying to t lan a masquerade costume for a plump politician’s wife with three chins, not making any progress at ail because all her sketches turned out the same. Slim, supple girls with tragic eyes, and straight black hair. Connie Howard’s. “Oh I can’t work!” she sighed, and put down her pencil. “Never mind,” Francine said, “to-morrow’s plenty of time. Mrs. Barstow is out front anyway. She wants to see you.” “It’s about that apartment the Fullers are going to sub-lease. The new building on California street, Joan. As soon as I heard I rushed right over to tell you. It will be simply ideal for you and Curtis—just what you’ll want until you build. Do get your things and come—l have the car outside. I wanted you to see it before I told Curtis about it. I know you’ll love it!” Mrs. Barstow’s cheeks were pink with excitement. “I can’t wait for you to see it!” “But it’s so soon to think of an apartment!” Joan protested, “when we aren’t going to be married until June and—” “Yes, I know, but you’ll never see anything so’lovely as this. Do come —I know you’ll like it!” So there was nothing to do but go, and anyway it was fun, going house-hunting with Mrs. Barstow so gracious and sweet. Like she used to be, before Joan knew her son. “She’s getting to like me!” she thought, and a warm breath of happiness touched her, gently, like a little wind. “There—l knew you’d adore it!” Mrs. Barstow exulted, when the manager had let them in. “You’ll never find anything better. See the sweet fireplace, Joan. Just imagine how it will look with a fire, and a nice comfortable chesterfield before it . . and a small table about here.*. .

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“Brass andirons would be perfect. Oh, Mrs. Barstow —and one of those old-fashioned wing chairs Curtis likes so much. And candles, fat, honey-colored ones—and a lamp here—" “Yes, and a low hassock—” Mrs. Barstow stopped and sighed, “Joan dear, I do envy you—starting in—all new!” Two pale green and white bedrooms, a canary colored kitchen, glistening with newness. Think of living here! Having a home of your own! Joan’s color rose. She grew excited, eager. She could hardly wait to show it to Curtis , . . the place that might be their home . . , soon. The time was rushing so fast. When she had said June it was nearly half a year away and now it was less than three months. Already Maisie’s flat was crowded with things. The pale satin wedding gown lost in its blue paper cover in the hall closet. The rose point veil that had been Aunt Evvie’s mother’s, and smelled of mignonette. A trim blue suit, and a bright plaid topcoat for traveling. Piles of lacey, silken underthings, foaming out of bureau drawers , . . impossible not to be excited . . . and Curtis so happy and thrilled. . . . In the evening they went back to the apartment together. Fun to get the key, and open the door, and come in together, alone in the cool, newsmelling place. Still scented with cedar shavings and a balmy, spicy smell . . . floor wax, or what?” “Do you like it?” she asked, smiling a little shyly. “Do you?” He pulled her to him, loving her, forgetting why they had come. “Oh, but it's good to have you alone for a minute. I so seldom do. Darn all this wedding business, Johnnie. I wish we could ditch the whole thing, and just walk out and get married. Johnnie . . . will you . . . now?” She shook her head, “No, no—it wouldn’t be fair to your mother —” “I know, but it’s so long to Wait, and I love you so . . . Johnnie . . . will you?” “No, Curtis, we couldn't. Think how she’d feel—”

“Oh, I suppose so. Darn it.” He smiled, and kissed her again, gently. It was quiet in the new building, quiet and peaceful. Her head rested on his arm. Quiet and peaceful and safe. . . . Safe. . . . Her mind began to race again. Back to Sausalito . . . the rose garden No, no—she mustn’t think about that—not now—- “ Aunt Evvie sent the seed pear! bracelet!” she said, breathlessly. “Did she? Well, she’s not such a bad old relic. But she doesn’t think much of me, does she? She asked me if I didn't consider myself a fortunate young man!” He laughed good-naturedly. “Her tone wasn’t very complimentary to your choice.” “Oh—” “But I agreed with her . . . Johnnie, how did you ever come to care for a plain, ordinary individual like me? You so shining, and white. . . “No, no, Curtis—just ordinary too—just ordinary—” “Hush! You're not ordinary. Everyone who meets you feels it. The difference, Joan. It touches me—makes me feel very humble, to have you, so unspoiled and sweet, so—good—” Her face was hidden on his sleeve, but the tears welled in her closed eyes, and in her throat, choking her. He did not know. His voice went on, half whispering. “You don't know what that means to me. I think that is why I never really loved anyone else . . . girls are so different nowadays ... I felt that ... I never wanted to marry until I saw you, and when I saw you—l knew—” She let him talk, because she could not trust her voice to stop him And theji she waited in the long silence, her face still hidden, waited . . waited. . . . For there wasn’t any more doubt. She knew what she must do. She looked up at last. Saw his dear face, so full of love, “I can't give him up —I can’t—l can’t—” Perhaps, when he loved her so, he d rather never know ... it would be kinder. . . . Hope again, one flickering star in the dark of her fears. . . . “Curtis, did you hear about Con-

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nie Howard — getting married?" She spoke very fast, in a small, high-pitched voice. He didn’t answer at first. She had to ask him again. “Did you hear about it, Curtis?” “It was smeared all over the paI pers, I could hardly help it. Wonder who the Creeiy person is: He must have just come from the North Pole, or the Fiji Islands if he didn’t know any more about her than that—” The idea amused him. He grinned. "Or maybe he’s a half wit. Or deaf and dumb—and blind!” “You mean,” her voice was very low, a thread of pain, “that no one would have married her who knew?” “Joan—will you let Connie Howard alone?” There was real exasperation in his voice. “I’m getting tired of it. . . . Oh, Johnnie dear — forgive me—l didn’t mean to speak to you like that. . . . After all, to give Connie credit, she wouldn’t try to sneak it through. She’s not that sort!” He stroked her soft hair, penitent. He' had spoken irritably to Joan. “Forgive me?” She nodded her head. Through her tightly closed eyes the hot tears trickled slowly, wetting his hand. “Why am I such a coward? Why didn't I tell before . . . why didn’t I? When there was time. . . .” “Johnnie, dear, I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s the dam delay—getting on my nerves. Please forgive me.” Curtis asking her to forgive him. . . . Curtis whom she was going to mortally hurt. ... He shouldn’t have asked her, it made it harder. This was no time to cry, she struggled desperately to hold them back, the tears that surged within her. a hurting choking torrent, blinding her, shaking her. ... “Connie wasn’t that sort . , . she wouldn’t have cheated ... he had said that . . . Curtis. . . . "Curtis! I ean’t tell you—l can’t —I can’t!" Already she could see his face, his stricken, terrible face. Could feel his agony, his heartbreak, his drawing back from her in loathing and disgust. . . . She put up her hands to shut it out, the thing she was going to see when she had done. . . . But she could not shut it out, nor stop the tearing, broken sobs. The tears streamed through her fingers, she could not stop them now, they were stronger than her will.

And through it all, through the tears that blinded her, and the sobs that shook her she could hear his crooning. “Don’t, dear . . . don’t, dear . . . poor little girl!” Curtis still loving her. Curtis whose love she was about to kill. Curtis wanting to comfort her, for whom there was no comfort, for whom there would never be comfort again. . . . When the tears had stopped, as everything must stop at last, her face was swollen and distorted. The handkerchief he had given her wgs a wet ball in her hands. She brushed the disheveled hair from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, in almost her natural voice. “I had to cry, because it is the end of everything. I couldn't help it, but I’ve stopped now. I won’t cry any more. I’ll just tell you, and will you please know when I’m telling you that I didn’t mean to cheat? It seems funny now, but I thought—” “Joan—what are you saying? The end of everything—because I —because—Joan— what is it—” She let him take her limp cold hands, and went on as if she had not heard—“l thought that when you loved me you should have me. Even if I wasn’t really worth having. You see I once loved someone who—” “Joan! My dear—what are you saying to me? Joan—” “Someone who — who wasn’t worth having either, and I wouldn't have cared—l didn’t care how bad he was,—because I loved him so much. I just wanted him. Anyway. ... So I thought you would love me that way too. Do you understand why I didn’t tell you? Please do. Please understand. I wouldn’t have waited so long, I didn’t mean to cheat—l didn't mean that—•” He began to tremble. She could feel his hands, that had always been so strong and steady, shaking. “Joan—l don’t understand—” (To Be Continued Tomorrow)

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CHAPTER XLII < “I never thought about self-re-spect at all. So that’s why 1 didn t tell you. I was nsver going to tell you—until you said that about Connie—about Connie not being bad enough to pretend." “Joan don’t torment me —you can't mean—Juan!” She dropped her eyes then. The red burned her checks, her ears, her throat. She had been so steeped in I suffering for him she had forgotten this, the pain of telling ... of having him know. He began to walk up and down, i his hand pressed to his twitching mouth. When he spoke again it was with his baek to her, looking out of the window, into the dark. “So it was true. An anonymous letter to i tell me. And I believed you. . . He turned around and faced her 1 from his corner. “You looked into my eyes and said it was a lie . . . Joan . . . how could you?” At first she didn’t understand. I Then it flashed over her, sickly. He thought she was trying to say that I she had lied about the silly letter, about the sailor. . . . “Oh, that isn’t what I’m talking about!” “No? Something else again— Joan, why have you done this to me? Haven't I always been—” “Yes always good to me—too good, Curtis. That’s why I couldn't tell. I thought and thought. I’ve been nearly mad trying to decide. One day I’d think I should tell you —and then you'd say something—about loving me so much—” She heard him groan. “And I couldn’t bear to tell you then ... so I didn’t . . .” “You lied to me, Joan. That's what I can’t forgive. When I told you about the letter—” “But it was a lie, Curtis! It was!” He came nearer. She saw the flicker of hope in his eyes, the hope that he had misunderstood after all, that she was being hysterical over nothing, over nothing’ at all—“Oh no, no, no!” she cried. “Don’t touch me, Curtis! Don’t come near me—don t think I’m imagining things.

He was gripping her arift, hurting her, hurting her unbearably. Go on—don’t stop—who was it? Who was it, I say!” “Just a boy—a boy I knew. We loved each other, Curtis. I never had any love before. My aunts you know—they didn’t love me. I never had any friends. Not even a dog. Curtis, or a kitten. There was a kitten once, it came to the house all black with a little white dot under its chin, and a little pointed pink tongue Heeley .. . Heeley killed it ... Her voice broke. “I don’t see what a cat has to do with it. “No, not only the kitten. Everyth,ng. Curtis. The loneliness. Everything so quiet and echoing and hostile. They were all so old my aunts and Heeley and the house’ And I never knew anyone young. Just read books, and dreamed. ’’And then this boy— came—and we loved each other. So much that nothing seemed to matter but that Do you understand, Curtis? I’d like you to understand if vou car. It will hurt so much thinking about you not understanding—all the rest of my life ... I don’t ask vou to forgive me, but couldn’t you just try to understand why I didn’t tell you’ Louldn t you do that, Curtis?” But he just sat there with his head turned away from her, his h “ u i Mds .’ « is vo *** came, muffled. Where is he now 9 ” ‘‘l don’t know.” Silence again. A silence. Joan waited, white m 3 and londy. More lonely than she had ever been before, for Curtis was lost to her now . Cur he a r , Sh ° rt minUtCS a ®° had I don t know what to sav tn wm ” the muffled voice went on “What have you left for me to sav’ Oh Jean— to think that you—you!.” h bhe could see his shoulders shak ■ng. Was he crying? Did m en erv’ ■ he wanted to put her arms about h>s poor shoulders, and comfort him sorry ! £ ny u' was ’ '•“* her arms any comforting to ° Stiff “ nd

visiting a WWW /hthrnnd honic. ‘ Eleanor Hilgenun was a ,f Miss Vera Ja- Scberry Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Walt r Krneuman and son Richard spent Saturday in Fort Wayne. Mr and Mrs. G. T. Keil and f«- ~, .-is of Mr and Mrs. rnily were Charkw D ttlnxer Sunday Mrs Keil and .children remained and are spending th with her pareixs | Mr and Mr- H |l>> ‘ lllk, ’ r , ' ll '.

He pulled himself together with . tremendous effort. Forced himself to speak naturally. Wait, Joan. I won't have you go home alone. Wait a minute, 111 take you. She almost smiled. As if it mattered how she got home. As if any- ! thing mattered, now. “About breaking the engagement,” she said, speaking very fast. “You can >ay anything you i like. Anything that will make it i easier for you. I’m sorry I d’dnt realize before . . . before all the parties ... It will hurt your , mother —” She heard his rattling sigh. He ' was thinking about his mother now, ' and people. What people would say. Quickly she wrenched the ring from ■ her swollen finger. “Here’s —the ring—” He took it, examining it curiously, ’ as if he had never seen it before. • “Couldn’t you keep it for a time,” he asked, “until we decide —” “But we have decided!” “No, not yet. You must give me , time—to think it over—” "But there’s nothing to think ; over! It’s all decided. Oh, let’s not put it off, let's break now—you don’t • want me—after what I’ve told ) you—” “But I ean’t think now. My head > —all gone—l'll take you home, : Joan. Tomorrow or the next day—■" . So she let him drive her to Mai- . sie's door. She even let him give i her back the ring. “I'd rather you would keep it if you don’t mind. Wear it. Please do. People will wonder if you don't. We don’t want i them to do that—” “But Curtis, you know it must i come—well have to let people know, I we can’t go on this way— ’’ "Please—not now,” he said dully. ’ "I'm not sure yet what we ought • to do. Please wait. Tomorrow—” > He turned and ran down the - stairs, leaving her. I♦ • • The coffee was bubbling in the t percolator, and Annie had brought r the muffins, deep yellow puffs, brown ; on the tops.

“Annie, will you see if Mr. Barstow is coming? He's never late!” But Lyla had almost finished her breakfast before he came down. “Morning!” he said cheerfully. A little too cheerfully she thought A bad sign when he was late. “You aren’t feeling well,” she said anxiously. “Oh Curtis. I hope it isn't another sore throat You’re so careless, always slopping about in wet feet, and it has rained so much this year.” “I’m quite all right thanks,” He drank the hot strong coffee greedily, and pushed the little brown sausages he liked so much, away untouched. “You haven’t told me about the apartment. Did you like it?” “Hmm?” P^ ease P u t down that paP. er -, I Jjave to telephone to Mrs. roller. She'll want to know if you re going to take it!” _ “Won’t tomorrow do? We well ne fact is, we didn’t decide defilarge" 1 thought was a Httie Large! How could you do with r» SS ?*”* couldn’t possibly! “anything, it’s small.” It seemed large to me.” h T '° 5t this mo ’ njent. he demanded irritably slamming down the newspaper and Pushing his coffee cup aside, that th«‘’ n y ‘ 1 ex P ,ai “ed to Joan Kars a Eur °P e for t -° once ? T ant t 0 know at *5 ant understand why sh« dn t tell you, and why you couldn’t m-.-e up your minds. Marcia Fuller you'ean’r else, bul U^ t efiX C^ rU ’ h ’ !dtheoffcr <• w S t i not , *- nde fi n ‘ tel y r.ii e ’ Afternoon the I’ll ca ;„y ou this afternoon ” noon m !±f ? bu *y aftersonai 1 ho concerned with perBesides urin,? office hours. dav ue». 111 be in court most of the to Joa7 about R* ’iP** 1 ‘ Tn ,alk doesn’t wort in she “Mother win h 4 na Pkinable 9 And rd,? a P’case reason“Whvl P AT edon ’t call Joan-”

tertaind over Susi 9 lusiri' m ng fl Philip of F, r . ■ dinner Sunday m fl Hani W, ‘fl and Sun.' . ~v fl Da h.-I V\. ‘fl Dallas Goldtier of [Jfl Mr. *i.d Mrs. family o; is 4lij '. - Rudolph Koi', r a! R George Gerb r 1 Tuesday that had , J leg. On on.. i, aUII Wjj J the other band Ha,

“Because hang l *“ made up ourn mds. I ® bride me. Let it go—or if Uxfkford to have her answer >een ■o. Tellhcrnoanjvi e Van W cry. It hurt, to vile temper . . . tcvi- tttr after aii she had ok iployed when she thought g grocery I his happiness ~. u ■ turn on her that way per SE mother . . . after alii FAMIL unfailing c.ttr a ; il: tl0 "u-. n. . i» . family Its that k’.rL shfn-A tcrly. “He hadn’t been rJ k ‘ lg . U ‘* t . the night he met i “tend i why did you choose a Inff- A did you? I knew frri ?d after wouldn’t do . . . auid c "’Would you like i ; fee, Mrs. Barstow” ; ,8 3 j Srh ’ sympathetically. in<l son Lyla rose n-.a : oir < thank you, Annie.” v Louis Annie had been lisps . Mr. an • • • Rose S Brrrr . . . Brr . — Maisnj stirred in her ___ Brr . . Heavens. of morning •• . -he open. i ■KT3 pend on Hi d J a- fIBBK H.r fa’. ■ r ' givi n her the lavend.-.-her genervu W way to the d< r ■ ‘ But whoe ‘ B “John-nee!” she cai ■ , bathroom where -h-? m uake her mkRS splashed cold water overslep’ again :t'i Is* te Cl Just one n r.ute—tc . fee on—and • . »ast.. door. “Johnm -gs» em ®

dte—l’m awfully rminj ’“fei.- tl ,. .p-■» 7’’’ had opened the door. tAis mean?” ateria Joan lay face dowrM-l. OU g| bed, one limp hand c>‘: _ 4 ’j wore the thin dark worn the day before. 11 OHIC. the window stirred > : - There was -i-metLrjL/gfD way she was ly ng 1 about the curve of kerr» Maisie stood teeters doorsill. Fascinated. r forward or back. Another puff of « IF thin dark stuff . 5 * girl did not move. It was then that M»i«i Maisie’s scream row curving, curving hand that dar.g : !' f curving into J bringing her back the blackness in which ed all night, the form--. blackness, in which thea^,„, thoughts, no memories, gjffr . . . nothing ... 1 “Gosh!” Ma sis pi’ i 1 thought—l thought for i Her warm hands cold shoulders, L.t.r.g ” gave me an awfu ! tun | p so quiet, with all your . . . Johnnie . . . tell something happened! Te And then in a high, sea „„ she cried, “You haven: broke your eng»£- :r:en " girl!” read Joan held out her t le y c blue hand on which ' ■ still blazed, bright ) m They both stared at« a find comfort in it’ ill k beauty. Maisie frighteM pid with sleep. Heriar* mottled and anxi-n and expressionle- ■' sur 1 face out of which her < g e fl unnaturally dark and bi m _j ’•Well then, if nuts pened, I think you re * r n girl, lying on t< of ) a a night with your c the- jus your death of c _ )mt go take a warm I an . shower, an’ IT iate ' ready . . . the t; ye 1 ever did see . . . At 1 like that . . .” lous