Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 34, Number 11, Decatur, Adams County, 13 January 1936 — Page 2

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&OVE DENIED 7 by LOUISE LONG and ETHEL DOHERTY

. CHAPTER 1 Stuart Pennington drove the ancient and honorable Mr. Jingle into the niche in the hill that! served for a garage. He collected several packages from the creaking rumble-seat and checked them over: Cheese that Jolie had asked him to get. That meant macaroni and cheese again today. (The exchequer must be pretty low. He’d better get at that soap ad. . . .) The high Spanish comb for Julie. (He had splurged on that because he wanted to paint her as a Mexican dancer. . . .) Tubes of ultramarine and alazarine crimson. That old fellow, Hermann, at the artists’ supply house certainly did know his chemicals. Wouldn't let him buy that beautiful English vermilion. Said it was an iodide of mercury—and impermanent Ha! Was he, after ail, putting anything on canvas worth preserving? He climbed the sheer path to the little shark that crowned the hill, without enthusiasm, no wings on his feet, though a pair of sparkling dark eyes watched eagerly from the window above. There seemed to be grim anticipation in his slow progress. Now he counted the concrete steps on the short flight beside the dry lily pool. He did not turn, a. usual, to look back at the breathtaking panorama of the city spreading to where the sun was sinking into the sea. Nor did he even glance above his head at the orange-necked clouds which reflected down on him a strange coppery glow. He, whose soul was steeped in beauty, walked for once unheeding through a voluptuous splendor of color. His eyes were turned inward, and there the tones were grey. Julie, warned by the snort and dying gasp of Mr. Jingle, pressed her small nose against the window and watched until Stuart came up into sight. The slender grace of him in the shapeless old tweeds. His bare head—he did not own a hat—burnished with the last rays of the sun. His deep, deep blue eyes, now bent to the earth. Why didn’t he look up and wave? He never did, to be sure. She would fall over dead if he ever did look up and wave. He was so confoundedly casual—he took her too much for granted! With sudden nngcr. she stamped her tiny foot in its absurd high-heeled sandal. But she flew to the door like a small blackbird in her smooth black satin pajamas. “Hello, darting!" she cried as she let him in. He strode past, her into the room and laid down the packages. “Any mail?” “Oh—nothing important. I guess. What did you bring from down town?” She started to open the packages with the eager interest of a child. The tubes of paint and the cheese I she tossed aside. And then she | found the comb. “Oh,Stuart! For me?" She rushed to the mirror and thrust the comb into the masses of her blue-black

hair and was enchanted. “Oh, isn't it ducky? Look, Stuart—” “Dh-huh. I want to do you as a little Mexican dancing girl in a cantina.” ‘‘Oh. . . . It's only a prop. I thought—just maybe—it was a ' present—” But. Stuart failed to notice her plaintive tone. He was turning over the advertisements and bills in the letter tray. At the bottom was a thick cream envelope—obviously not. an advertisement. He seized it with a low exclamation. Julie glanced over at him and her full red lips tightened. She had recognized the hand-writing and she had seen that it was postmarked New York. She knew what that meant: Sharlene Standring was back in this country. Stuart read the letter quickly, little smiles playing across his mobile face. His blue eyes were shining with a far-away look when he raised them at last—to gaze past the small, black, resentful figure in the window to the radiance beyond. “Is she—is she coming back here?” Julie asked in a strained voice. • Stuart started and tucked the lettor into his shirt pocket. “Yes' "• She's coming home!” He almost ■ chanted it. "Sharlcne's coming homo!” He. strode up and down ex- • e.itedly, oblivious of Julie's sullen , little face Presently he pushed his " easel over into the window. “Bring » me that, new tube of ultramarine. that’s a good girl. Julie. There’s ’ still gome light—now I think I can ■ get that, effect—” J His voice trailed off as ho picked • up his brushes and took the palette • from her hands, his eyes all the , time on the canvas before him. Julie sneered a»little to herself. Os s course, now he’d think Sharlene Standring was sending him inspira- • lion—like absent treatment, i After some thinutes, she took the

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cheese and went off to the kitchen. Stuart worked quickly, intensely, his whole mind immersed in the task before him. He had wanted for days to get the effect of sunlight coming through clouds. Not shining from a capriciously beneficent Heaven in rays like the New Jerusalem down on his figures. He had wanted the light to come, somehow, from his central figure, to burst forth from the troubled soul of the man, the light of hope out of darkness. The mood of the sun shining through clouds. As he worked, part of him was conscious of the letter in his shirt poeket, rustling as he drew his breath. Sharlene’s warm hand on his heart! It was quite dark when Julie came back with two tall candles lighted and put them on the refectory table. She lingered, placing them carefully. She knew that she was very effective, black and white, in the candlelight. She hoped that Stuart—even the artist Stuart—would notice her. But the long figure on the couch did not stir. Julie clattered the dishes with unnecessary vigor.

XWffiW -111 “Stuart!’’ she broke in with sudden intensity, “I’d like to share everything I had with you!”

“I got a call from Bobby Moore at the studio today,” she told Stuart i when they were seated at the table with the casserole of macaroni and cheese between them. “Yes?” he murmured politely. “He has promised me a bit.” She waited, hoping against hope that he would evince some interest at that name. Finally she had to go on, making herself painstakingly clear: “You know, Bobby has always been ‘that way’ about me. He'd get me lots of parts—if I'd let him.” There was no answer from the man across the candles, but she saw with chagrin that his eyes were warm and smiling—absently—as he ate his dinner. She knew he had not heard one word she had said. “Listen, Stuart!” He gave her his attention. “I told Bobby I'd take the part tomorrow—unless you needed me.” “No—certainly—go ahead, Julie. I m keen to finish this thing I'm working on. I won’t use you—until I’m driven to do that soap ‘ad’ for some cash.” “Well, if this bit should happen to turn out to be a part and lasted a week,” she paused to smile coquettishly at him. “you wouldn’t need to do the ad.” He was puzzled. “Why. what difference would that make?” “We'd have money to eat on for “Good Ix>rd. what an idea! When have I ever let you support me?” “But, Stuart—you’re aiways paying for me—” “You get. your wages for modelling—and little enough at that—” “Stuart!” she broke in with sudden intensity, “I'd like to Share everything I had with you!” “Thanks,” he said a little drily. “But I'll scrape along. And I’ve told you repeatedly that. I don't ' want you to lose any time or chance to got ahead in your own profession i by working for me.” I

. She slumped in her chair, crumb- , ing up a piece of bread, and studied ■ him from under sooty lashes. Ha 1 had retreated again to that far t land of dreams where she could not - follow. t “She’s been gone a year, hasn’t • she?” she observed at last in a small 1 voice. “Eighteen months," he answered > instantly, out of his dreams. I “Is she—so beautiful, as they ' say?” wistfully. i “So beautiful!” he answered, his eyes like gleaming sapphires. i “Did you ever paint her?" “No—just sketches.” i She knew. i She had found the portfolio of sketches locked in his trunk. Noth- ■ ing of his had remained very long i locked away from her in the ten • months of their association. But ■ she had never mentioned the Shar- ■ lene Standring sketches to him. She had been afraid to bring the glamorous creature to his mind. It was enough to bear —the way he acted when Sharlene’s infrequent letters came from the world’s playgrounds. He was exalted into some high heaven from which Julie was ex4;

c eluded. He was not aware for days t that Julie even existed. “ “Let's see tho sketches, Stuart.” He hesitated. Then he went to his room and got them from his trunk. He put on the electric lights ! and stood the sketches on the edge f of the dark wainscoting all around “ the room. The place was suddenly > obsessed with Sharlene Standring. ■ She laughed, she glowed, she tn--1 umphed, she flirted from every- '■ where. Chestnut hair with tints of gold, warm brown eyes, smiling ’ mouth—smiling— smiling. Julie in ' sudden rage wanted to strike her • hand across that smiling mouth. ... ’ What a figure the woman had! Tall, long-limbed, free, under those expensively simple clothes. Leave it to Stuart to draw her in profile with the free swing of her body forward, accenting the stunning line of the torso down to the long, delicately rounded legs. . . . Perfect! Julie remembered bitterly that ; Stuart had always crabbed at her for her own too voluptuous figure . . . too large here . . . too small there . . . pretty, piquant, perhaps. BUT . . . not genuinely beautiful. “It's not right!” Julie cried enviously at last, "she has everything!” “Yes,” he echoed, absorbed. “She has everything!” “Beauty—money —clot hes—f reedom —everything!” Julie pronounced an indictment. "And sweetness beyond all belief.” Stuart added softly to himself. studying a sketch of her fare. Julie heard. Dark jealousy rose in her throat to choke her. She wanted to rage and scream, to |tnrow things around. But she con- ; t rolled herself by a violent effort. I She knew well thai sn_c a ]|ed tom- , perament made no appeal tn Stuart, Sweetness!. . Well, she could be i sweet, ton, if she were loved. (To Be Continued)

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT MONDAY, JANUARY 13, 1930.

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• SYNOPSIS Stuart Pennington, struggling young artist, is in love with Sharlene Standring, wealthy society girl. He goes about listlessly until a letter arrives saying she is returning from her travels. Then he is filled with inspiration and his fingers seem to fly over the canvas. Stuart's model, Julie DeVore, is jealous of Sharlenc. CHAPTER II “Are you—are you going to marry her, Stuart?” There was a long silence. The artist gathered up the sketches and tied them back into the portfolio. “I'm not marrying anyone, Julie. 1 wouldn't ask anyone to share my poverty. When I succeed —that’s another story.. . . Besides, she isn’t in love with me.” Julie could not believe that. She was feverishly anxious to read that letter and judge for herself. “Shall I see you down?” Stuart asked presently. She had a oneroom apartment in “The Rosalind Arms” at the foot of the hill, in which she sometimes stayed. “I thought I wouldn’t go down tonight I let Rita Randall have the apartment for a day or two —” “Right. Mind if I turn in?”

He carried the portfolio back into his room. When sho heard him splashing in the bathroom, she stole into his bedroom to see if she could get • look at the letter. A hasty search convinced her that he had taken it into the bath with him. She got out of the room in the nick of time when she heard him returning. Then she stood outside his door and silently unbraided herself for an idiot What would there have been strange about finding her there when ha returned? She sat in the studio, waiting. She heard the bed creak. His light was still on. Then she heard the crackle of paper. He was reading the letter again. After an interminable time, the light went out. He had forgotten to say goodnight. She got up and went into the other little bedroom and tore off the black pajamas savagely. At midnight she stole into Stuart's room. She slipped like a little ghost over to the bed and listened. She could not hear him breathe, but he must be asleep. She felt carefully over the top of the night-stand for the letter. "What is it, Julie?” he spoke suddenly. I "I—l—l didn't want to wake you up—but I got scared—l heard something—” I “What did you hear?” ' “Somebody—somebody prowling, I think.” “Nonsense. I’ve been wide awake. iThere hasn’t been a sound. Get pack to bed or you’ll catch cold.” ' In the morning it was ridiculously e.asy to read the letter. He had left it under his pillow where she found it when she went to make up his bed. Compunctions were unknown to Julie. “Dearest Stuart,” she read, “Here we are, back in the land of (the brave. New York is frightfully mot already and I long for my cool, pogffy California. We’re coming soon—soon! Mother is wiring Brooks to open the house. I want to talk to you hours and hours. I |want the response of those steady, (stand-by eyes of yours. I've had (experiences, lad, expcricnert! Oh, you shall hear! Isn’t this just the best world you over lived in? I've Ead such a scrump time! I’ve lived whole ’nothes lifetime in tho last ightecn months. But, of all the obles, princes, dukes and kings—l still love my Stuart King best! Aiways, Sharlene.” i Julie tucked the letter back in fts envelope slowly. “He's right!” She thought, amazed. “She doesn't (mean a thing! She just wants him Ito listen while she boasts about her lm.rn. Women like that make me sick! But of course he'd never sec (through her.... Poor Stuart!” I Stuart had hail moments, in the past five years, of as much happiress as a man can hope to have this hide of Paradise. Moments when it gc-omed to him that he was catching land preserving on canvas those mystical flashes of great beauty •which surged at intervals through nis whole being. Disappointment at th” result inevitably followed, but

,! strument called anemometer used ’ COURTHOUSE > I —■ Real Estate Transfer i Department of Financial limtitu'tions to Thomas J. Durkin, part of in-lot 320 in Decatur for SO3O. ! Hural Johnson to Chas. H. Snyder the north half of the northwest quarter of the southwest quarter In - .Monroe township, for $1,400. Robert L. Spruuger et ux to Carl ; Nnrr et ux. in-lot 249 in Berne tor isl. Marriage Licenses 'I Miss Edna F. Shimp, Wabash 'i t w-p. to Dumont Wheeler, farmer. I Wabash twp. ! Mise Verlyn Smitley, Jefferson jtwp. to Albert Cook, farmer, Bear Creek twp.. Jay county.

the moments of creation were pure ecstasy. lie did not mind much being often hungry— and shabby—and uncomfortably chilly on rainy days when there was no quarter for the gas meter. He really did not mind much, for he was at least free from dull commerce and duller people. Free to do the thing he loved to do, after ten long years of waiting. There had been high plans for him, when in his teens he had shown a precocious aptitude in school for color and form. He had been in an art school in New York when his father suddenly died and left him the full responsibility of his mother and three young sisters—and a multitude of debts. There had never been any money in that improvident family. But they had gaily backed Stuart in his wish to be an artist, though everyone knew that there was no money in art. Even after his father's death, when Mrs. Pennington saw that she had exactly fifty dollars left in the bank, she said to Stuart: “You go on back to art school, honey. Well gel along somehow.”

/4ft Ki 1 & v 11> » V WK ves t i v z 4 In the morning it was ridiculously easy to read the letter. He had left it under his pillow.

But Stuart had recognized his job. He lived in a part of the country where it is inconceivable for a gentlewoman to labor outside her home. He went to work in Davidson’s Advertising Agency. There his natural skill in drawing and a flair for telling stories in pictures brought him promotions, lie spent a decade at hard labor, with the compensation of seeing that the three little sisters were brought up safely and married contentedly to hustling young business men. His mother suffered over the heartbreaking frustration of his dreams. But Stuart managed to do an amazing amount of study and experimenting between jumps on ads. One night, soon after the last wedding, his mother, with her usual consideration, died quietly in her sleep. Stuart promptly made up his mind that there was no use keeping on with a dull job—just to feed himself. After all, there were other hungers than that of the stomach to be satisfied—when it concerned oneself alone. Old Man Davidson had looked at him severely: “So you want, to quit and go arty? Humph! Got anything saved?” “Nothing much.” The weddings and the funeral had been expensive. They were conducted, of course, in accordance with family and community traditioM.

[Local Man Held On Drunk Cnan,c Merle Burkhead » being >“ ithe Adams county jail on a flubHc ‘intoxication charge. He wa«s arrest led at the Decatur roller skating • , B Saturday night. An affidavit 1 was signed by Prosecuting Attorney Edmund A. Boatie. — o 1 Township Trustees i Meet Here Today The township trustees met this morning in the office of County Superintendent of Seiiom Clifton E. Striker's office. They discussed ' [the sewing project in Adams county, i Most of the trustees determined to • -use women employed by the WPA 'to make clothes for the pair. Men-

. “You'd better stay on the job ■ few years more, young man. Save t your money.” ~,,. . I 9 -But then I’ll be too old. 111 have i lost the gleam. I’m twenty-eight ■ now and near to being smug. I “You’re a fool—art don t payi “It'll pay me!” said Stuart »e- --. renely. . , . ~. And it had paid, though hed never sold a picture yet Two years • in Paris. Cezanne. Picasso, Maltese, i Color! An orgy of color! Ulti- ■ matcly Stuart destroyed ail those i canvases, but he got something. ; His metier was to depict drama--and he had to do it with Rembrandt- ' esque care for detail. But he han , learned the magnificent craft of oil painting. As for daily bread, he still did an advertisement now and again. These also gave him enough to buy materials and pay the rent of the little studio, where he could work alone, unheralded, thinking things out in his philosophical, deeply mystical way, unhampered by the changing “isms” of the day. Stuart had met Sharlenc Standring soon after he had established

himself in his little aerie. She moved in another world, to be sure —a world of fabulous wealth and beauty, a charmed world. Her home, an estate in Beverly Hills Her playground—the big round earth and the air above it. A far cry from that to the little board shack with its artist’s window to the north, high on a Hollywood hill. Os course, it could only have been an accident that made a meeting possible. It happened that Lurfro Morrow, the motion picture director, had asked Stuart to exercise his horse for him, because the beast ate his head off and got mean while Lucien was too busy on a picture to ride him. So Stuart, was ambling down tho bridle path in Beverly Hills after he had given the brute a ten-mile work-out in the back country - , the reins carelessly hung over his arm as he lit a cigarette. Suddenly a siren sounded very near and shrill from the boulevard beside them. The horse bolted, taking the bit in his teeth and jolting Stuart's foot loose from the stirrup. He saw. helplessly, that the honse was streaking straight down the path with no regard for an automobile ahead. A powerful roadster was just turning into the crossroad There was a yell, a gnndir.g of brakes, and Stuart hurtled through the air and landed in the hedge beside the road. (To Re Continued)

I ben, of the state board of accountI explained the examination being | made of .public boolujtndj’ecords. MARKETREPORTS daily report of local AND FOREIGN MARKETS arady’a Market for Decatur, Berne, Craigville. Hoagland and Willshire. Close at 12 Noon. Corrected January 13. No commission and no yardage. Veals received Tuesday. Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. 190 to IM Ibal »•!« 120 to 140 lbs -y’ 140 to 160 lbs ••• 160 to 190 lbs - aBB ! i«o to 230 lbs 1 230 to 270 lbs 9 - 8 ® 270 to 300 lbs ! '®° 300 to 350 lbs 8 10 Roughs •- 50 Stax< Vealers ”25 Ewe and wether lambs ■lO 25 Buck lambs Yearling lambs c INDIANAPOLIS LIVESTOCK Indianapolis. Ind., Jan. 13. (UP) —Livestock: Hogs. 6.000; holdovers. 235; 10c lower; 160-223 lbs., SIO.IO-$10.25, 225 260 lbs.. $9.80-$10; 260-325 lbs.. $9.50-19.70; extreme heavies. $9.25$9.50: 110-160 lbs.. $9.75-$10; 100140 lbs.. $9.25-$9.50: packing sows. SS-$5.75.

Cattle. 1.200; calves. 500; slaughter classes steady on early rounds; mast early steer sales under $9.50; some held above $10: heifers usually $5-SS; cows. $1.75-$6.25; low cutters and cutters, $3.25-$ 1.50; vealers, 50c lower. sl2 down. Sheep, 1.000; early “sales native lambs, strong to 25c higher, at $10.50-310.75; fed western lambs market undeveloped; slaughter sheep. $4.50 down. CHICAGO GRAIN CLOSE May July Sept. Wheat 100 88 % 87*4 Corn 39% 60% 6014 Oats 28 27% 26'6 FORT WAYNE LIVESTOCK Hogs 5 to 15c lower; 160-1 SO jl.s. 10.10; 180-200 lbs. 10,00; 200-220 lbs. 9.85; 220-340 lbs. 9.75; 240-260 lbs. 9.60; 260-280 lbs. 9.45; 280-300 lbs. 9.25: 300-350 lbs. 9.00: 140-160 lbs. 9.75; 120-140 lbs. 9.50; 100-120 lie. 9.25. Houghs 8.00; stags 6.25. Calves 12.00; limits 10.50. CLEVELAND PRODUCE Cleveland. Ohio, Jan. 13.—(U.K) — Produce: Butter, firm; extras, 37 tee; stan■ards, 37c. Eggs, unsettled; extra whites, 26c; extra firsts, 24Hc; current receipts, 22Ljc. Live poultry, steady; heavy hens 414 lbs., and up. 23c; ducks, undar 5 lbs., 22c; Turkeys, young toms, 22c; young hens. 24c; old toms, 18c; turkeys, No. 2, 18e. Potatoes, 100-11). bags: Ohio. $1.35-$1.50; Maine, $1.85-11.90; Idaho, $2.25-$2.35; 15-lb. box. 50c; 50 lb. box. $2.35; 10-Ib. bag. 25c; Florida Triumphs, No. 1, $2.25; bu. crate. No. 2, $1.85. NEW YORK PRODUCE

East Buffalo, N. Y., Jan. 13. —((J.R) —Livestock: Hogs, receipts, 3,600; holdovers. 300; active, lower, weights below 210 lbs., off most, bulk desirable 160-210 lbs., usually averaging 200 lbs., anu less, $10.50; 2.0-250 lbs $lO.lO-$10.40; 260-815 lbs., $s.S5♦10.10; packing sows, |8.75-$9. Cattle, 1,200; steers and yearlings slow; plain HtUe cattle steady; bulk shortfeds lower; good steers, $9.50; some higher; medium steers and heifers. $7.50-18.50; cows and bulls active, steady; fat ows and medium bulls, $6.25-U,50; fleshy cows, $5.60-$6.25; low cutter and . utter, $4-$5.26. talvfes, 700; vealers slow; steady at last week's lull del line; good m choice. $12.50. Sheep. 4,000; lambs active, higher; bulk good to choice ewes and wethers. $11.50; im-dAnn and mixid grades, $lO-$10.70; aged ewes t 055.50. LOCAL GRAIN MARKET Corrected January 13. No. 1 New Wheat, 60 lbs. or v ? C . r Hr No. J New wh Co t 58 n )K Ovlddry No/jYel. soy New No. 4 yellow corn 100 lbs r , . Rye . ' ' 53 ,0 « 3c CENTRAL SOYA MARKET Dry.Na 2 YeHolv S6y Beans... 75e < Delivered tv teetoryi LOST-Wheel and tire. 21 inch .J 30 b - v lire in vidnK,i(l: ‘ V ' Ga " iJi-1 or rot-sin, Joe Khern. HkJtx undri’NiKnetl has hdLn VCtl ’ . Tfiat pie E MundheLk lau " ebw ra deceased Tb.- 7 .> 1 , Ada,,l » ttoanty, ' em s,tdte 18 Probably su i. J- tiorrti. 1 .! MrekVr', 1 Au U r', l , l ey n ' Slral ° r , “ n ' «• - jTZ i». 2(MT

ai>vh» business cSI H)l£SAir| h'OK SAI-E ; roan mare , | tered. Douglas *■ i-outheust m M ] man. 'M August Koent'niantiTvt, Syrup. Now , s th( . ]« your cough svrup »' medicine. For „aie ’ utores in Decatur. ] FOR SALE Three the latter part 0 ( FOR SALE f gains: Estate „ ’ new; 3 piece velour liq 2 BUite, good condition; , ’ dining room suite; ki.cta inet; Glorotone elect* Coleman gasoline cook stoves, heating slw J Daniels, Pleasant Mills i 3903. FOR RENT—Modern «lup w I'oslte court house. A. Dj agent. FOR SALE - ITiouo 871 J. FOR SALE-5 yr. old weight 1800. A good horse. Floyd Arnold n south of Kirkland hich a FOR SALE OR TH \ of fresh and springer ion sell or trade for stotkotl tie. Also ten head ,>( k (JI mules. Will sell or trade. Funk, M mile east o( R Mills on the north side of :: v 7 FOR SALE —Chunks t of Beef. Prices remtretin all cuts of Beef every fnj the Riverside sales. M. F er. Phone 8791. FOR SALE—• 3 year ud cow, fresh soon. Carl k niann, Preble phone. FOR SALE-1 year old tar 3 spotted Poland China fi farrow about middle of Fei Max Thieme. Decatur R. i FOR SALE—Ten year old bred. Coniine twoyeatdii home colt. Wilson Clirowi miles southeast of Ikcaa state road 527. I FOR SALE —Suits made lot Extra pants for S2.W. cleaning, pressing and L. F. Mailand, Tailor. Jan. W FOR SALE —Michigan Ajfl Jonathans, Wagners, M Mclntosh, 45c per Ini. Sweri gal. 20c. Bring containers. I Roebuck, Pleasant Mills. 1

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