Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 34, Number 12, Decatur, Adams County, 14 January 1936 — Page 5

»EF FACES KrDER CHARGE ■U... UtoHlC.' 'I <’ 1 a( ‘ e MRi a ! For Killing M| Opponent M 11 '‘Pl AlHE / " .r .'ru-'niey .. Will IH-Uh-I"" Mr ■ laid Keogh is offering '“"'“T , ' Mr,,, alienist -»•<«■ leF«*»Isl, ortionm-'Ui in llliiu)*. Ab..i, "° rkctl Mj... ~!: !"<■> said !’■•' '-'"ahi s<“k an K u am! s “ 111111 Kl ' ’gh ...niti; tfid ■-'a''' l*>>’ ri .tilution criminal ceil. Keog’i said he killed chrstoplr > G. Kenney, ballyhoo" '"e contention -a- rrm. court is , Jud*.- John Pryfl ,j dra'h dropping behind hie bench. . . ■ p-r.-.iM.i had ruled fllv-rii in a foreclosure suit. he is not ■> member of Koegh had act-d ae hie P :n>-v nH.T.ereus court

|IH HOuSE IB Answer Filed general denial r,. brought Kt I Jlins and others. New Case lln !.. adminisof Nicnolas —■B*h nt)ed Complaint Filed j mortgage Mi 1 .fin L‘ BF? A no,i '' r I BSw ■■■ ,|n ' !/ " as returnable 'unary 3. ■■ Estate Cases j of pili-l. .Ippon ’ ' » < posting of final "I- in, nt w• Tin re p..i’ was tiled, The disenarged and ’ adiniui- ’' ■ i menu ‘ ■' .National Bank eoinp.uiy m.-d nk was a'l ■ irih'..’ io ip., .HnniiiH- ■| ■-T■■ ir I ' ill, , stateH^B r : Vol-1- was tiled and The trust I'liT'l line I,’ n.l . tiled in |||M'''' I'lud i Springer li; Springer, Leonard !■’. ' •'»•! H--o. n f. S|, linger api'ln ~iion tor up- !■ Spnng, v \ bond was 'he sum of Hu. li was IBM 1 "' 1 npiuev U Theodore' ■ ai limited trus|MM 1 'a report oi me state o. ! •nr d. examined and raßV"' '"‘Oil w.i;, enuv.eu, and approved. • H real estate was nHb' 'lr ■ v I Tor Os the estate ■K^B"'''- Keller. ITie petition hh^V 1 ' 11 " N"'i' ■ wa:. olderAlundhenk was 1,1 probate and ordered "" '"' "rd. AH the property to Ins Widow. Ellen wh,, ,|j, ,| shortly after " Hl Neueuach"ff'Ted for probate

111 SPRAGUE [■ OFFERS lipautx Wash*29.50 to $59.95 !, nd Emerson !■ Radios $10.95 to $l5O | W' c " Beauty Sweepers [ ■, *29.95 I ■. r , on ;.' rs *54.59 | W ; *nd (.rami K.. 1 mnos. $225 to $495 ■f<''n’--$2.0(l ( |„ wn ;11K1 [■ J .10 per Meek. ■ ,SPRAG(te RNITL liE CO. Phone 1M

Rates 97.8 Perfect r ? * ♦-** -.• |r. / - ' IBH JBHH Llireva Averill

When the California International Exposition rc-opons at San Diego, Feb. 12, Llireva Averill, who won a rating of 97.8 per cent for mentality, personality and health, will serve as captain of 100 attractive page girl*. and placed on record After all just debts and funeral expenses were paid the will ordered the remaining property given to a brother. John C. Augsburger. Au application was filed by the inheritance tax administrator for a re hearing on the determination of the inheritance tax. It was submitted and sustained. The county assessor was ordered to tile his report. Inventory number one was filed, examined and approved. Th< report of the inheritance tax appraiser was filed in the estate of Aaron Laulzenheiser. Notice was ordered, returnable February 3. Guardianship Case A verified claim against the ward's estate was filed by Mary Werling. The wards are Delan and Doris Ann Werling. Real Estate Transfers Eva Harmon et al to L. M. Harmeu part of the southwest quarter lin St. Mary's township for sl. Christens B. Wicks et al to Beatrice M. Gilpin, part of inlot 900 in Decatur for sl. Janies Hurst et ux to Edward Hurst, part of the east Half of the i northeaest quarter in Washington ' township for $1 G. O. 1’- HEADS. —_ I FROM PAG® tions, and we give time to both,” he said. "We believe that American broadcasting would be greatly idjtired if we did allot such time on a paid basis and allowed monied organizations or Interests to dominate the discussion of controversial public issues. “I disagree witli you flatly that dramatizations of the political issues are unobjectionable provided they are tagged as dramatizations. We believe the issues should be discussed intellectually by responsible aud identified speakers and not fictionalized.” Leuox R. Lohr, president of NBC, wrote in almost the same vein, tolling Fletcher that the proposed skits would violate NBC policies which had prevailed during two Repnblicau administrations as well as the present Democratic one, and would "place discussion oi vital national issues on the basis of dramatic licence.” Fletcher's charge that tile ebuiu. were “perhaps involuntarily controlled by the political party in power which regulates issuance of your licenses” evoked a heated denial from Paley. “You are under a misapprehension in all of your assumptions that the federal communications commission could—even if it would — take punitive action against us for political reasons," he wrote. “There . is nothing in the federal eonimuuI icatious law which would allow the commission to act from partisan political motives, and if it did so act, its Judgments would very i promptly be reversed by the federal ootiris." Fletclier also took exception to the Columbia policy of not selling lime on the air for political broadcasts until after Hie party couveu tions in June. ”1 am informed,” he wrote, "that

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT TUESDAY, JANUARY 14, 1936.

both the National Broadcasting company and Columbia broadcasting system cleared the air of all programs on the nights' of Jan. 3 and Jan. 8 for the president so that the facilities of some 180 stations were made available for what were in huge part political talks of a candidate," he said. “1 assume that tthls was freetime and the question arises, "was this in the nature of a donation to a political party by the radio companies or by the corporations sponsoring programs which were displaced by the president’s speeches?” "it certainly was not!” Paley answered. "It was a donation to the American people. It has always been our policy to make time available for the President of the United States when he wishes to address the nation We followed this policy through two Republican' admimnistratlons. We follow it now." The station on which the G. O. P. national radio committee bought time for tonight is WGN. owned

|j - ii ■ .. , ■ - - &OVE DENIED' 7 40 Zy LOUISE LONG and ETHEL DOHERTY

SYNOPSIS Stuart Pennington, struggling young artist, is in love with ~»ariene Standring, wealthy society girl. He goes about listlessly until a letter arrives saying she is returning from her travels. Then he ia filled with inspiration and his fingers seem to fly over the canvas. Stuart's model, Julie DeVore, is jealous of Sharlene. She finds Sharlene's letter and reads it without compunction. Stuart will not ask Sharlene to marry him because he cannot ask her to share his poverty; besides, she is not in love with him. Stuart had met Sharlene through an accident. He was horseback riding when an automobile siren scared his horse, which headed for Sharlene’s car. There was a grinding of brakes and Stuart hurtled through the air. CHAPTER 111 Sharlene pulled herself out of the driver’s scat of the roadster and ran to him. There was no one else in that section of Sunset Boulevard at the moment to witness his ignominious position. He just lay there on his back, crushing the bushes, and stared up into the loveliest face he had ever seen. Warmth and sweetness and compassion all told in richness of color, fineness of texture, faultlessness of bone •tructure. Who had dared to paint such exquisite perfection? Then she spoke and he realized that she was real—living, breathing, pulsating beauty. “Are you hurt?” He felt himself experimentally, and started to scramble out of the hedge. She helped him and watched anxiously while he stamped his feet and flexed his arms. “Not me,” he said cheerfully. “Where’s the horse? Is he hurt?” “No. He stopped suddenly just as his forefeet struck the ear. That threw you. Then he went galloping off into that place down there with the red tile roof.” “That’s where he belongs. He’s Lucien Morrow’s horse. 1 was just exercising him. I reckon he's all right—” He had turned to look down toward Lucien’s house when he heard smothered laughter behind him. “Excuse me,” she said penitently, “but there is a casualty. Your—your breeches—” I He felt of his rear. The shabby old fabric had not been able to withstand the thorns of the hedge and there was a gaping hole in the I Stuart burst out laughing and the girl, relieved, laughed with hint. “Conic on home w ith me. I’ll get you sewed up.” , “No, no, don’t bother. I 11— “Come on. You need a drink anyway, after that spill.” | She was already climbing into her car, and there seemed to be nothing for him to do but climb in beside ' hC “Mind if we see if the horse is all right first?” he asked. * I “I thought of that. Well drive ■down there. My name’s Sharlene iStandring. And yours?” j He was amazed at the cool way ‘she spoke her famous name. Surely the must know it flabbergasted people’ “Pm Sharlene Standring — 5u t like that! Just like saying: FTm Queen Mary-. Who are you? He told her his name in a rather Liufl voice. It didn’t mean any- | “Pennington? The Philadelphia Penningtons?” I “No. my family lives in Alabama." | They found a groom inspecting ithc black horse when Sharlene (drove down the Morrow driveway to the stables. “Hid he run away with you, Mistuh Fcnnin'ton, suh?” “Threw me. Is he all right? I “Not a scratch. Just a little ’shamed of heself, suh. But he s O. K ” “That’s good. I'll take him out again tomorrow.” 1 Sharlene shot the car back down the driveway to the street, then whirled it up into the hills, in through the tall iron gates of the Istandring estate. Up past terraced (hillsides of flowers end shrubs and orange trees, to come to rest under the portc cocherc of the stately, secluded. beautiful house. j As they entered the hall, a youngish, trim, very smart woman came running down the stairs. | "Sharlene!" she cried. “Are you all right?” . “why. of course, mother— I “Oh 1 I had the most absurd feelin<» that vnn’d rnn into trouble—”

; by the Chicago Tribune. WGN h . a member of the Mutual broadcasting syatem, but the program was not announced for other ’ Mutual stations. Thomae G. Sa 1 bin, radio program director for the Republican national committee, announced that time on other In- , dependent stations would be conI traded for immediately. .| Q . Work Relief Costs In State Announced IndianapoUa, Jan. 14.—(U.R) —Ex- . penditures for work relief in Indiana during 1935 totaled $33,564,634, , Clarence E. Manion, state director i of the national emergency council, . announced today. Allocations approved by Presi- , dent Roosevelt for Indiana from > the 14,800.000,000 fund total SBB,I, 304,791, leaving an unexpended i balance of $49,758,158 at the beginning of 1936. | Expenditures for the various . agencies co-operating in the work : relief program at the close of 1935 I were: agriculture, $1,805,089; la-

“You had a good hunch!” laughed Sharlene. “Here’s the trouble—Mr. Pennington, mother." Mrs. Standring turned to Stuart. As she put out her hand, she looked very directly into his eyes. Then she shook her head, smiling warmly. "He's not trouble." She said with conviction. "I mean, I got him into trouble,” explained Sharlene. “I ran into him and tore his clothes.” “It’s nothing,” Stuart said, showing his torn breeches to prove it. After they told her of the accident, Mrs. Standring said gayly: “You go upstairs to the first bedroom on the right, Mr. Pennington, and take them off. You’ll find dressing gowns and things in the closet. Bring your breeches back here and we’ll have them mended.” Stuart hurried back presently, clad in a black and gold Japanese kimono, bursting with apologies. “I reckon I’ve been a mighty long time, but I found a prayer rug up there and I’ve been right down on my knees saying my prayers to it.” Mrs. Standring beamed. “It i« beautiful. Now 1 know you belong! Let me have the breeches.” To his astonishment she sat down

so wl I. jgaa. EssSf'”"’ r 7 mW / I .1) fl WJiUfli h •• ills "Excuse me,” she said penitently, “but there is a casualty. Your—your breeches—”

with her work basket to mend the rent herself. “Now, don’t you worry! I was taught to mend beautifully in a convent in France. There isn't a maid in the house who can do as well.” The butler brought long cool drinks. Stuart had not tasted anything so clusively delicious in years. He had not felt so delightfully en rapport with people ever before on such short acquaintance. A maid came in to tell Mrs. Standring that the president of the Women’s Club wanted to speak to her on the telephone. “Tell her I'm occupied just now,” said Mrs. Standring, threading her needle, “and that I’ll call her later.” “Please don't let my catastrophe keep you,” Stuart hastened to say in distress. “It’s not keeping me. There’s time for everything.” But haA on the heels of the maid came her secretary, a sheaf of paper* in he? hand. "Mrs. Standring, I'm sorry to in-> terrutft. But you ware dictating and you said these letters had to go—” Mrs. Standring darned away carefully, not looking up. “I'll be witli you presently, Mary. We’ll send ’em airmail ” Stuart marveled at her serenity in the midst of such hectic responsibilities. He was amazed that the mending of his clothes should be considered above those important concerns. Just as Mrs. Standnng cut the thread after the last rtiteb. the secretarv came baek “Mr. Fol-

bor, $65,209; treasury, $94,451; ■ emergency conservation work, $6,i 031,297; federal emergency relief ' administration, $13,050,718; public - works administration, $56,313; rei settlement administration, $170,- , 616; works progress administration. $13,243,634; all other depart- . inents, $28,474. i -oKentucky Man Found Guilty, Faces Life Harlan, Ky , Jau. 14 —(UP)—Otin . Noe, 24, of Harlan, convicted of conspiracy in the dynamito murder of county attorney Elmon Middleton, ■ t<xFay faced a life term in state prison. A jury LmpagHed from Clark 1 county, 60 miles away, found him • guilty laet night. In his first trial, 1 jurors from adjoining heli county were unable to reach a verdict. Principal witness against Noe i was Joe Hampton, one of the six ; original defendants, who turned • state’s evidence afaer the indict- ■ meat againet him wan dismissed.

I som is here, Mrs. Standring He . said he had an appointment —” "Oh, yes. I'll be right with him.” . She surveyed her work with satis--1 faction. “There! That’s a neat job i if I do say it! Don’t 'o, Mr. Pen- . nington, just because I’m bullied i into rushing off. We should like to see you again!” ’ She shook hands in her charming, i frank way and was gone. Sharlene* looked after her in smiling surprise. “You’ve made a hit with mother.” she said. “She’s rarely so cordial • at first sight.” “It’s remarkable!” Stuart said ■ wonderingly. "I have such a strong , feeling that I’ve always known her.” He had the same feeling about . Sharlene. though he did not voice I it He felt so at ease with her that there was never such a thing as an awkward pause, in spite of his ■ dishabille and the fact that he was a shy man. inarticulate. ; He wondered afterwards if the i drink had loosened his tongue. Or i was it Sharlene’s loveliness? Her ' personality like perfume pervaded i all his senses. i Ever since that day there’d always been Sharlene Standring to i give meaning to his life. Five years

of as satisfying a friendship as a man could wish for. She loved the far places of the earth, and was away a great deal, but there were her letters to bridge the loneliness. She had become a skillful aviatrix among other things. Sho lived a charmed life, on the earth and in the air. She was twenty-five now — more beautiful than ever—richer than ever since her grandfather'." death. No entangling marriage as yet, to halt her flight. She still soared, free as a bird, not yet choo. ing her mate, content to wait that day when she loved so nwrh that she could give up this dear freedom gladly, v'-ole-lieartedly, magnih cently. Stuart had not written her of the advent of Julie fhto the meager menage on the top of the hili. The arrival of a hungry little tramp, who conveniently had a face onr could paint, wa, of too little consequence to be mentioned in letter;. And when Julie insisted on staying on to make him comfortable, Stuart did not demur. She didn’t mean any. thing to him—to the inner Stuart whom only Sharlene knew and that others only guessed of through his pictures, ft was n ce to have a model at hand whenever he needed a smart, modern, pretty little face for an advertisement. They were featuring her now in the soap ads. Julie was a good scout. He wished he could pay her a lot more money for all she did for him. She liked mdn£y—and clothes, she desarrtd to have them if she wanted them. (To Be Continued)

TWO CHILDREN ! BURN TO DEATH Kerosene Explodes, Children Hide In Closet And Die Mitchell, Ind, Jan. 14-(UP)— | Terror Stricken by a KoroHono ex plosion and ensuing fire at their > farm home four miles northeast of ( bore, two children hid in a closet and were burned to death late yesterday. The victim* were Bonnie Smith, 5, and her two-year-old slater, Norma Jean. Mrs. Smith Wicker, the children's ■ mother, was burned seriously but ia expected to recover. The explosion occured when Mrs. Nicker poured kerosene into the kitchen stove to rekindle the fire, epraying the mother with flaming oil. Her husband and father, Virgil Driscoll, working nearby, answered picas for help and successfully smothered the flames. Meanwhile, a thorough search was made in the house for the children but they could not be found. Their charred bodies later were discovered in the smoldering ruins of the eight-room house, where they had hidden in a closet. 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 canvak. Stuart’s model. Julie DeVore, is ■jealous of Sharlene. Julie finds Sharlene's letter and reads it without compunction. Sne asks Stuart if he will marry Sharlene and he says he could not ask her to share his poverty; besides, she isn’t in love with him. But, since the day five years before, when Stuart met Sharlene. there had never been anyone else to give meaning to his life. Sharlene, now twenty-five, travels extensively, content to wait that day when she will love someone so much that she can give up her freedom gladly. Stuart is only her best friend but her home-com-ing was all he could think of. . . . Julie means little to him; sbe is just a convenient person to have around when he needs a smart, pretty face for an advertisement.

CHAPTER IV Stuart worked alone all day while Julie was down at the movie studio playing the “bit” for Bobby Moore. It was a glorious day. The knowledge that Sharlene was coming home intoxicated him. His picture grew under his fingers, satisfyingly. It was a large canvas with infinite detail. Each straining, unhappy face of the trampled mob in the foreground had received the painstaking treatment of a Rembrandt etching. But today it was the central figure—sun breaking through clouds—that held his inspired attention. Late in the afternoon Lucien Morrow climbed the steep path to see him. “Where’s Julie?” he asked, looking around the big room. “Working over on Moore’s lot, I think sho said.” “Then I suppose I don’t get any beer to reward me for walking up Crock Hill?” "Help yourself, Lucien—in the icebox. I can’t leave this while the light lasts.” Lucien found beer and crackers for himself and stretched out on the couch. He was silent, staring at the picture as Stuart worked. After an hour he got to his feet heavily. Stuart was cleaning his brushes. The sun had set. “I wish I could change places with you,” Lucien grumbled discontentedly. “That's a whale of a conception—that picture. Sun through the clouds of a man’s soul. Evolution. Hope ... I want to do it in a drama. I enuld do it! It would be immense! But am I allowed to do anything with any force in it? Not on your life! D’ye know what my next picture is?” "No." “Another Reno divorce story—--1 heigh-ho!” “But you wouldn't exchange with me, Lucien, even if you could.” "I wouldn’t ch? Why not?” "Because you get five thousand dollars a week for your pictures. I don't get a cent for mine.” “H’m. Well. I’m caught in the cage. There’s that place of mine | out in Beverly. Horses eating their heads off. servants eating theirs off. New car this month. Georgian antique silver—and the wife wants another trip to Europe! Just a squirrel in a cage ...” "Pursued by a nutty nemesis!” jibed Stuart. “What do you put yourself in a cage for. if you don’t like it?” “I didn’t! It’s the wife! Do I make money to buy things to please myself? Not on your life I don’t! I ran’t even buy one of your pictures, confound it! She won’t have modern stuff in the house.” “She rules the cage, ch?” said Stuart, glancing curiously at his friend. "And you accept it.” Lucien shrugged. “That's the place of the modern American husband. Don’t let yourself in tor it, old bpy!” I don't intend vo,” said Stuart u lac idly. “Darling!” Julie cried a? she burst in the door like a small red whirlwind. Then she stood abashed as she saw Lucien. “Oh, pardon me, 'lt. Morrow. I thought Stuart was alone. I was just going to tell him I brought weenies for supper. Won’t you stay and haoe some?” “Sure will. Got to get back to the "I'idio fur a preview at seven. ' though. ’ ; TU hurry. Will you get some I more beer up from the cellar.

Soup For Your Family This Cold Weather Twenty-five tested recipe* for soups ranging from tlie delicate chicken broth to the Virile mulligktawney are ccmtailned in the leaflet bulletin, SOUPS, now being iseued by the Daily Democrat’* Home Service Bureau at Washington, information about the preparation and serving of soups of all these kinds is cleurly and briefly stated. YOUR copy, Mrs. Housewife, Is waiting. There is no charge for the leaflet except a nominal one to cover pontage and handling coeta. Just wrap up a nickel and mail with the coupon below: . CLIP COUPON HERE Dept. 369, Dally Democrat's Home Service Bureau, 1013 Thirteenth Street, N.W., Washington, D. C. Enclosed is a nickel for the bulletin SOUPS. 'NA M E I STREET and No | CITY STATE I urn a reader of the Decatur Daily Democrat, Decatur, Ind.

C. C. BANQUET (COX 1 INUED FjUJM PAGE ONE) nice DeVoss, Frank Wallace, Fred Musser, Frieda Scherer, Deane Dorwin, Edwin Kauffman, Clarence Beavers, Charles Briener and Ronald Parrish. Similar nominations will be made in the Senior Chamber of Commerce, Ballots will be distributed among tlio+e present before the banquet. The«e ballots will contain blanks to write in names of other candidates if desired The ballots will be counted during the meal and the results announced later in the evening. Officers for 1936 will be elected by the Junior Chamber of Commerce immediately after the banquet. These officers are elected by the directors.

Stuart? Mr. Morrow, you help me set the table—” When Stuart had disappeared and she was laying the cloth, Julie spoke with a new air of decision and importance: “You know, Mr. Morrow, it isn’t right for Stuart to live like this. He ought to have nice things!— china and silver. People judge you by your things. The minute he sells a picture I’m going to see to it that he lives in a better place.” “Don’t make him the rlave of things. Julie.” begged Morrow. “Don’t put him in the squirrel-cage; he’s happy now!” “No use letting a man go to seed,” she said, with a toss of her head. “He’d sell his pictures better if people thought he was selling to others. And there’s nothing like appearances to put over the idea.” Morrow glanced obliquely at her. This sounded familiar. Wife talk. So, the little Julie had made up her mind to be “Mrs. Stuart Pennington.” eh? Well—womeu generally get what they want. He gulped down the last of his beer and set the glass at his place

ia | \fl Ivv I TdCn I— * t "You know, Mr. Morrow, it isn’t right for Stuart to live like this. He ought to have nice things—”

on the table. "Poor Stuart!” he said under his breath. * * * The telephone bell rang early one morning. Julie pounced across the room to answer it, hoping that it was a hurry-up call from the studio for another day’s work. Another payment was due on that fur coat she had bought. "Hel-lo.” she said, in an affected. ultra-English drawl. “Miss DeVore speaking.” “Oh!” said an exquisitely modulated, feminine voice. “I'm afraid I’ve made a mistake. I was calling Mr. Stuart Pennington’s residence.” “This is Mr. Pennington’; house,” snapped Julie, being herself. “Oh. May I speak to him, please? Tell him it’s Miss Standring calling.” Julie took in a quick breath and bit her lip, glancing toward Stuart's bedroom. She had a notion to say he wasn’t in—but that was silly as it was not yet seven-thirty in the morning. "Hello, hello, did you hear?” “Ye-es,” grudgingly. “He’s asleep but I’ll call him" She laid down the instrument and walked resentfully to Stuart’s door “Your girl friend on the phone,” she told the huddled-up figure on the bed. “Who?” he asked, sleepily. “Tell him it's Miss Standring calling,” she quoted mockingly. He sat up as if he had been shot. “Sharlene? Thai . in't be—” But he juiupec* ut es bed, ■■■ t trig neither for slippers nor dressing gown and rushed into the next room.

PAGE FIVE

lowan Barber* 70 Years 'lndependence, la. —(UP)—Barberlng is a sacred heritage to Napoleon Blondin, whose father was a wig-tnaker in Paris, Fracne. Blondin began barbermg at the age of 15. He now ia 85 ana still is a skillful operator. Does Bladder Weakness WAKE YOU UP? Make tills 25c test. Remove tincause. Use huchu leaves, juniper oil, etc., to flush out excess acids and impurities whieli causes irritation that results in restless nights, burning, scanty flow, frequent desire, or biiekache. Ask for little green tablets called Bukets, the bladder lax. They work on the bladder similar to castor oil on the bowels. In four days if n-d pleased any druggist will refund your 23e. H'dtbouse Drug Co.

s “Hello, hell* .., Sharlene!” Julie had never heard his voice I sound like that. She had never seen 1 his eyes so blue, so eager. His lips I almost touched the mouthpiece, smiling, caressing, as he listened. ; “Yes, dear .. . Yes. dear... . H . I? . . . Give me half an hour. Bye.” He hung up and ran toward the t bathroom, jerking off his pajama , coat. “Any hot water in the tank, Ja» lie?” ! "I forgot to put it on.” . “But I’ve got to shave!” ; “There’s water boiling for the coffee.” ’ “Bring me some, that’s a good . girl, while I get my shower.” “Don’t you want your coffee?” . She raised ber voice over the sound • of the shower. “No. Going to breakfast with , Miss Standring!” . She glared in the direction of the : bathroom, then she kicked a foot - stool savagely aside. It hurt ber toe ’ and she cried a little. Then she marched angrily away toward the i kitchen, her scarlet mules clicking ! on the bare floor.

I “Calling him up at seven-thirty,” sbe muttered furiously, crashing the tea-kettle about on the stove. ' “Wants to keep hini dangling. . . . : I wonder if she U crazy about him. after all? If she is, she can get him 1 all right.” ... Stuart gave thanks to the Weatb • cr Man that the morning Was cool and foggy for Sharlene. The pun ; gent odor of damp eucalypti) ; leaves assailed him as he turned into the Standring gates and pu'. ; Mr. Jinglo into second gear for the J climb up the terraced hill. Whca ! he was near the house, the joymi ■ ' barking of dogs sounded above M 1 . Jingle's clatter. Stuart glanced over the low, rocky wall, gay with , Cherokee rose:. to where two police dogs and an Aberdeen wore jump- ' ing toward a pair of slender sill . stockinged leg.> in an orange tree. Stuart cut off the ignition, dragged on the emergency bra; » , and vaulted out of the car. He r<' - ognized those faultless legs—he had sketched them often enough. Sharlene sprang to the ground a he ran up. The dog? leaped about ; her trying to lick her face. Lar.g' ’ ing, she shielded it with her elbow;-, for her hands each held a great , golden orange. “Stuart! I’ve been getting the ■ oranges for your breakfast. Aren t they scrump? They’ve been un t! " , tree so long— Get doien. Sandy!" The dogs were now trying to li -k Stuart’s facr. "Hello, fellows!” ho said ar. he petted them. “They remember i'uu after oil this time. Hert, let ms ha ■ " chance at you—get down, Sandy!” (To Be Continued)