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automobile on state road 39, three ' I miles south of Delphi. Injuries suffered when lila automobile crashed into the rear of a I truck near Sellersburg wore fatal I yesterday to Eddie E. Blair. 41, Danville, lineman for the public service company of Indiana He I died In St Edward's hospital at New Albany. Rawlelgh PltWHdl, 40 Michigan City, was killed yesterday when the automobile in which lie was riding collided with a train at a 1 street crossing there. Mrs. George Hudson, 68, was' killed instantly and her husband Injured seriously in an automobile accident two miles west of Portland on road 26 late Saturday. Two cars sideswiped on a narrow culvert plunging the Hudson car down an embankment. Mrs. Maxine Jensen, 22, Chicago, was killed and two other j persons were injured late Saturday I in a crash of two automobiles and a truck on road 30, a mile east of Valparaiso. Four persons were injured, two i critically yesterday when a car in which they were riding crashed into a moving Nickel Plate railroad engine at a crossing at Rochester, These seriously injured were Louise Reed, 20. and Walter Bar- ’ ley, 20, both of Argos. Others hourt were Floyd Fletcher, 28. I and Miss Ruth Enyart, 19. also of ' Argos. ’ Mr. and Mrs. William Sterret, 1 Indianapolis, were injured yester’|d.iy when their automobile st nek ha parked car on United States I highway 30 north of Speed ,Ind.

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT MONDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1937.

FREAK WEATHER fCONTtmnep FROM PAOK ONE) clone in Chillicothe. Ohio, Sunday when the wind ripped parts of roofs from houses, upset small buildings and tore up light and telephone poles, disrupting light service in six neighboring towns along the route home. "- ""■ 0— —— DAIRY LEGUME J CONT I!W ED FROM PAtIE ONE) local dairymen. Samples of soil will be tested for acidity and plant feed detieiencles for any farmers who care to bring them. M. O. Pence of the agronomy departmoTrf of Purdue university will have chage of this feature. Taking soil samples for the test is a simple matter, as soil may be tested moist or dry. A small handful of each soil type, brought in tin cans, is satisfactory. Place each different kind of soil in a separate container and mark plainly from what part of the tiTld it is taken. These surface samples may be taken any place in the plow depth. Whenever possl b i e, subsoil samples corresponding to the surface samples should be brought in Tor testing. Take these at a depth of 10 to 20 inches. Do not mix sur-

“LUXURY MODEL” by May Christie

CHAPTER XXVI “The pure line of Greeks on the island of Icaria have noses melting into their foreheads in a perfectly straight line—” he began pompously. She laughed. “The purer the straighter. He shot her a sharp look. Was she giving him a cue? What kind of a girl was she? She said quickly, conscious of a faux-pas: “Let’s get back to our dream tour of the islands.” “Why dream, when it can readily come true? The 'Flying Cloud’ is anchored at the New York Yacht Club.” He allowed that to sink in for a moment. “Aren’t you lucky, ‘Handsome’? You were born with a gold spoon in your mouth.” “Don’t be so stingy, call it platinum!” he rejoined with a touch of sarcasm, wondering how long she would continue to elude him, when half the girls he knew would give their utmost for the trip? “Couldn’t we visit the island of Patmos? Up the wild mountains I’ve heard there’s a monastery there.” “Filled with Byzantine treasures,” said “Handsome” spiritedly. “I’ve been over it. I’ve seen books there which the head priest showed me that were written in gold ink over twelve centuries ago by the Apostles. From there I went to Samos, and into the Strait where the Athenians destroyed the Persian fleet, thus preserving Greek civilization.” “Samos?” said Luana dreamily. “Isn’t that where Polycrates the tyrant and Pythagoras the philosopher held forth ?” “Right.” He was surprised at her knowledge. He hadn’t gone in for bookish girls, but when you found a combination of brains with beauty, that was excellent. Apart from the romance detail, the girl would be a real companion on the trip. "Skipping from mythology to the history of the Middle Ages, if that interests you, Luana, we’d leave Samos and go through the Aegean Islands past Cos and Leros to Rodi, otherwise Rhodes. This was the bulwark of the Crusaders. As we’d walk through the town, you’d see that the houses were just as they were in the time of the holy hosts. I’d show you the famous Street of the Knights, for instance.” “Rhodes .. . Rodi ... doesn't that mean ‘roses’ ?” she murmured, a faroff look in her eyes. At the moment he thought she was as lovely as anything that had come out of Greek history. He said: “Yes, Rodi is full of roses. They bloom everywhere. In fact, most of the Greek islands are gay with flowers of every color. Red poppies, and wild anemone, and violets and hibiscus, and right now there would be daffodils and orange blossom.” “Orange blossom?’’ she repeated, closing her eyes. With a sudden surge of homesickness, of nostalgia, she remembered California, her own dear land. The groves were full of orange blossom, filling the air with heady fragrance. To think that her own folly had alienated her from California! When wojld she see it again ? He mistook her emotion. He said to himself, a grim quirk at his lips: Orange blossom ? So she’s thinking of marriage? Was that her aim in playing him along ? He had no thoughts of marriage. He left that to the boobs. It usually ended in the divorce court and an airing of dirty linen on both sides, and a fight about the alimony. With the women as grasping as they were today, and most of them unfaithful, anyhow, how could any fellow in his sane senses put his head into the noose ? Such were “Handsome’s” views on marriage. He considered they were amply borne out by the plight of many of his men friends. He lifted his head at that moment and what he saw corroborated his theory, for there was none other than Lorraine Vandaveer entering the gardens accompanied by a goodlooking young man who was not Joel, her husband. “Let’s dance, Luana,” he hastily suggested, rising. If Lorraine spotted him she might want to link up in a foursome at their table. Poise she might have, but she never knew when a man was through with her. She kept calling him inconveniently, not realizing the impossibility of whipping up a dead horse! It had been a long time since Lor-

| face and subsoil samples. Any farmer, whether dairying on a large or small scale, will be interested in the problems presented, ’ and in Improving his pasture and legume roughages. Mr, Archbold 1 expects a large attendance, and is 1 making every effort, with the assistance of local people, f” make 1 this school one of the outstanding agricultural events of the year. —— —o MOVE TO SPEED (CONTINUED FR<>m Page J?NK)_ • immediately so that it might he i taken up this week. ; The committee discussion of the president’s reorganization tnea sure was of a general nature and no decision was reached on whether the hearings would be . executive or public. I It was generally believed that public hearings would not he pro- , longed and that the measure tnight !; reach the senate by late March or early April—depending on wlieth- (' er opponents of the plan employed ’ delaying tactics. Those voting against an ini mediate report on the house retirement measure were: Sens. William 1 E. Borah. R-, Ida., Edward R. Burke. D., Neb., Key Pittman. D.. 1 Nev., Frederick Steiwer, R., Ore., i and William H. King, D„ Utah. The committee voted down an

raine could stir him. He liked younger women. That trip to Paris to have her face lifted had been on his account, or so he fancied, because without a doubt she had been sweet on him and wanted to retain her youth. How wild she would be were she to realize he knew about the facelift, and the week she had spent thereafter in the quiet little “retreat” out at Auteuil! When Luana and he got to the dance-floor, “Handsome” cursed his luck that Lorraine and her escort followed him, but was relieved when he saw that the lady was all eyes for her own partner. “Handsome” joked with Luana, made her laugh. If Lorraine saw him courting Luana she would probably take the hint .'.nd keep away from him. He saw her partner staring at Luana as though the latter were a ghost! That was indeed odd! But the girl’s beauty was outstanding. Confound the gaping fool! On a pretext he took Luana back to their table. Ten minutes later, when the dance and its encore ended and the crowd reseated themselves, he saw Lorraine and her partner approaching from behind Luana's back on the way to their table. He lowered his eyes, only to hear Lorraine greet him. “If it isn’t ‘Handsome’! Why, all the world and his wife are here!” He rose, as chivalry demanded. She didn’t even look at Luana, she fussed over him, presenting her escort, one “Mr. Randolph” —as though he cared! Ha didn’t ask her to sit down. He didn’t want her. He glanced pointedly at Luana, deciding that he wouldn’t make any introduction, for fear she might stay. . . . To his astonishment, Luana wa» staring directly at "Mr. Randolph” with a face that had curiously whitened. Her hand that held the champagne glass shook visibly, so that some of the bright liquid spilled on the tablecloth. Who was the fellow that could so move her? And what was he to her, anyway? “Now that we’re here,” said Lorraine Vandaveer in her most charming voice, “why aren’t you hospitable, ‘Handsome’? Why don’t you ask us to sit down and have a glass of champagne?” The beauty of Luana wouldn’t drive her off when she wanted a word with an old sweetheart. Where had he met the girl She had befriended? She was sorry now that she had voted for Luana. But it evened things to know that she had made such headway with young Randolph, and that the Paris trip was an irrevocable fixture from which he couldn’t back out. “Certainly sit down,” said “Handsome," but without enthusiasm, “have you had your supper, Lorraine? Shall I order something?” “Jimmy and I dined at the penthouse, and devoured oceans of food!” She gave a quick look at Luana as she said this. Was the girl sweet on Jimmy? It was through Luana that she had met Jimmy at her cock-tail-party when they had talked at length in the conservatory, and she had been definitely attracted to him. Let “Handsome” see she had a young admirer, that if he could be callous and forgetful, there were others .. . “Oceans? That means libations. Don't you really want to eat anything?” persisted “Handsome.” “Oh, later on, perhaps; not now.” A waiter brought a couple of chairs, Jimmy and she seating themselves; Jimmy with reluctance. Was he jealous of "Handsome?” Or did he feel awkward with Luana Waters? Which could it be? Luana’s appearance here proved that if she had been the woman he had dated for the evening, and with whom he had missed his appointment, then she was far from grieving, or waiting for him. She was a smart girl and knew on which side her bread was buttered! That was an amazingly lovely gown she was wearing. She had seen it in the shop and knew that it was priced $450. Doubtless it had made an impression on “Handsome” who knew good clothes when he saw them, and might even fancy it was Luana’s own property. Luana might have been posing as a well-dowered girl to him? It was what Lorraine herself would have done, had she been in Luana’s circumstances. But she should not be allowed to get away with it! “Aren’t you cold, my dear? It’#

amendment by Borah which would have stricken out a section of the retirement bill making retired justices subject to recall for duty in lower courts. It also voted down an amend inent by Pittman which would have permitted the supreme court, by ib two-thirds vote, to recall retired justices to duty. A proopsal by King to delay action for a week was rejected. The farm group going to the White House comprised: J. E. Wislow, Raieigh, president, North Carolina farm bureau; N. C. Williamson, New Orleans, Louisiana cotton cooperative association; R. E. Short, Arkansas faimi bureau federation; Donald Kirkpatrick, Chicago, Illinois agricultural association; L. C. Trousdale, Houston, Texas, rice growers: Harold Young, Arkansas cotton Crowers; George T. Chance, Texas cotton grower; A. G. Lucas, president of Texas agricultural association; C. C. Henry, Memphis. Tennessee, tri-state cotton association. O' AUTHOR STRIKES WDNJ'INLKIi FTtOM JPAO E ON K) stitution to see that the words of the document should never be misnnderstood or misapplied and to “protect us from our impulses.” "Proponents of the judicial re-

a perfectly gorgeous gown and I know Mr. Quackenbush is anxious for everyone to see it, and you look simply adorable in it. Like Aphrodite rising from the waves, doesn’t she, Jimmy? But you’ve done your duty by it now, and when you’re not dancing, at least you should wear a wrap." • This in a tone that was a clever mixture of admiration and commiseration. “Handsome” could not but be struck by its import. As a matter of fact, “Handsome” was merely amused by Lorraine and saw through her motive. She was all of thirty-nine, behind the facelift and the beauty-parlor treatments, whereas Luana was a good twenty years younger, and Lorraine resented that fact. "No matter what she wears or doesn’t wear, Luana is the belle of the ball,” he said lightly. Red flashed in Jimmy Randolph’s eye. How dare the fellow? He thought: “What she wears or doesn't wear?” A question went through his mind, just like a ser pent. How well did Luana know this chap? What had he meant by the phrase? Exactly how intimate were they? "Thank you for your suggestion, Mrs. Vandaveer,” said Luana, apparently not offended, and rising. “I’ll just run to the house and get my cloak. No, I don’t want anyone to go with me.” She was off before Jimmy Randolph could catch up with her. Unceremoniously he left the table and was after her. She moved quickly, threading her way through the maze of little tables with a lithe motion. The arrival of new guests marshalled by the head waiter headed him off, so that when he reached the inn itself there was no sign of Luana. There was an electric sign in the lobby indicating that the ladies’ cloakroom was up a short flight of stairs. He waited at the bottom of them for her. A few minutes later, she came down, her silver wrap enveloping her. “Luana!” He stepped forward. She made as though to walk past him, unseeing. “Luana!” He caught her by the arm, masterfully. She couldn’t shrug him off. as she had wished to do, because there were too many people in the lobby. “Yes, what is it?” she said icily, "What do you want?” He flushed. “A word with you. An explanation.” “Explanation? From me to yon? That’s a good one, Jimmy.” And she laughed. It was a strained, unnatural laugh. She turned towards the gardens, and, still holding her arm for fear she would vanish from him, he walked at her side. “It’s been a general mix-up, Luana. I was detained in my studio and couldn’t make our appointment on time. Believe me it wasn’t my fault.” "Something better turned up at the last minute?” Would he tell her the truth? She prayed he would! She couldn’t bear it if he should prevaricate—and yet she told herself she was so angry with him she didn’t care! There were other men in the world beside Jimmy Randolph. She was glad to the core that he had seen her with “Handsome”—glad she was wearing gorgeous clothes, and that heads were turned in their direction now, because of it. But Jimmy’s touch was magnetic, even though she was angry. It was as though emotional electricity radiated from him through her. She said to herself impatiently: It’s nothing but chemical attraction. He isn't the man for me. It's just the Spring night, and glamor, and because I'm piqued that he failed to meet me. I’m not really in love with him one bit. It was just silly imagination. He said slowly: ‘‘Someone did turn up, Luana, but it wasn’t that that kept me. Believe it or not, and it sounds a lame excuse, my clock stopped- I had no notion of the time.” “Don’t apologize. As a matter of fact I was unable to keep our appointment,” she heard herself saying, to her own amazement, for she was naturally truthful. “I’d made a date with Mr. Carew several days’ back.” That was getting even. That would hurt his pride. (To Be Continued) Cop;:UXl» I#3B. Klei Fttturu Bradlutt. lot

form |ilan say its real purpose is i to replace present judges with men ■ who will have the president's i good purposes so ninch at heart that the supreme court judges will say ‘the word black means white; the word white means black.'" > “That is to say, we shall hence1 forth have no dictionary." Congressman Samuel B. Pettengill, D., South Bend, speaking at the meeting, termed the judicial reform proposal “one of the great est questions ever present for public debate." "The deadliest flaw in the plan , I is that it offers more power than a good man should want or a bad man should have. "If we take this step for President Roosevelt we can never retrace it for any other president. “The supreme court once packed with six more judges will again be packed with six or a dozen more, and become nothing but a political weapon in the hands of transient majorities or future dieI tators," Pettinglll charged. o — UNION SEEKS PAGh, ONB) j I confusion, George Vargo. a worker in the Dodge division of ■ | Chrysler, was seized and beaten by ' workers who believed him guilty . of the attack. ■| Riot calls brought 25 policemen

CHAPTER XXVII “Look here, Luana”—he bit his lip perplexedly — “you’re angry with me and I don’t blame you one bit. You’ve got to hear what happened right from the beginning. It’s been one of those unlucky evenings —a general mix-up. Neither of us has been really to blame. Let me explain it.” He steered her to the right of the gardens, away from the tables and the orchestra and the crowd. A path led under the trees here, with the moonlight filigreeing through the branches. It had rained that morning very heavily, and the fragrance of green, growing things mingled with Luana’s perfume. The blood raced through his veins as hs looked at her, felt her nearness, so that he had a mad impulse :o take her into his arms. But she said now, coolly, casually: i “There's nothing to explain except that I was unable to keep my appointment.” He ignored that, just as though he had a sixth sense and intuitively knew that she was seeking to salve her pride that he had wounded, by an assumption of indifference. “As I said before, Luana, my clock stopped at four this after- ! noon, and I simply didn’t realize it till after six-thirty, which was a good hour after our appointment. ' As a matter of fact. I’d have had to ’phone you anyway, because the job I'd undertaken for Fitch & Sumner, the advertising agents on West 46th street, took a darned sight longer i than I'd expected.” Would he speak of Mrs. Vanda- ■ veer coming to his studio? She couldn’t bear it if he tried to hide I that... She told herself that she loathed Mrs. Vandaveer, who could purr so smoothly in front of the men, and yet—unnoticed by them probably, since men were gullible—reach out and give an opponent an unwarrantable scratch. How dare she cattily bring up the question of Mr. Quackenbush in ?onnection with this gown? It was as though she conveyed plainly to ■Handsome” that “Luana’s only a poor little model!” Not that she cared, since “Handsome” knew she worked, and must have known this gown was from the shop, since she had walked straight from the House of Quackenbush into his car. It was the motive that infuriated her, so she told herself, putting a highlight on the woman’s character. But if Luana's feeling were analyzed, the truth was she loathed seeing Mrs. Vandaveer with Jimmy. She remembered now the long session they had had in the conserva- ; tory at the cocktail-party! Money attracted him, or was she mistaken? Then she remembered how ' “Handsome’s” talk about his yacht j and the proposed trip had fascinated her even against her will. And she felt ashamed. Who was ' she to condemn anyone? Jimmy continued: “Just as I put the last stroke to my drawing, the : buzzer rang, Luana, and I thought I maybe it was you; that you had I come early from the shop, for I was under the impression that it was ! only about five. It was Mrs. Vanda- ; veer, however. I couldn’t show her j the door when she’d been so nice to us, now could I? I couldn’t offend her when—when she’s fond of I you—” He broke off lamely, and a j flush rose to his face, because he t suddenly remembered the emotional moment in her penthouse at the end I of dinner, when she had risen from ! her chair and come round to his I end of the table, and had offered to I be an inspiration to him in his | work. “Os course you couldn’t offend her. You wouldn’t want to offend her,” Luana said meaningly. He ignored that. He went on: “She’d only been in the place about I a quarter of an hour, looking at my stuff, when suddenly I realized how ■ the light was fading, and I looked at the clock, and saw it had stopped, I and 1 asked her what time it was, and she said six-thirty or thereabouts, and oh! boy! was I annoyed! I could have kicked myself!” His voice was so earnest, she had j to believe him. But not show it yet. “So what i then?” she inquired frigidly. ' “She knew the drawing had to be I delivered not later than seven, if I ' was to be paid. She offered to run

to the auditorium. Vargo was rescued and taken to a hospital where he was treated for cuts and hrniees. He was released later. The union’s demands on Chrysler were prepared only 10 days after settlement of a 44-day strike which affected 135,000 employes of the General Motors corporation, and while negotiations still were progressing between union leaders and General Motors executives for wages and hours agreements not Included in the strike peace. It was recalled that John L. Lewis, head of the committee for Industrial organization which backed the auto union in the General Motors dispute, had announced that “Ford and Chrysler are next.” Although the U. A. W. appeared to be directing its latest demands solely at Chrysler, an indication that Ford is in the picture was given at the "victory” celebration when a masked worker was Introduced to the crowd as a union member employed on a Ford assembly line. o ELWOOD MAN IS (CONTItWEp FROX PAGE ONB) back out the rear door and iunning to the home of relatives in adjoining Tipton county. Claude denied the shooting at

me there in her car, but first of all I got the chauffeur to drive round to your place, hoping to explain things to you—" “So she saw where I live?” Luana was annoyed that the question had escaped her, for why should she be ashamed of the tumble-down house in the Village? What did it matter what Mrs. Vandaveer might think? “We’d a lot of trouble finding the alley, but we did get there finally, Luana, and I dashed upstairs, only to find nobody home.” “What time was that?” she asked inquisitorially. “A few minutes before seven, I imagine.” “Then Yvonne and Armand were in the apartment.” He said: “That’s funny. No one answered my knock. It fairly echoed through the old house, Luana. Had they been there, they must have heard it." There was a pause. She was embarrassed. Jimmy must be drawing his own conclusions. Why did she live with a girl like Yvonne Dautrey? He continued: “We drove to Fitch & Sumner’s in a gosh-awful hurry. It was ten after seven when we arrived, but luckily the cleaning woman still was there, and let me in, and I left the drawing.” “Afterwards, Mrs. Vandaveer had me drive home with her. I couldn’t do less, when she'd been so kind. She suggested sending Lewis —that’s the chauffeur—with a note to you, in which I asked you to get in touch with me, but he came back and said there was no answer. So I dined there.” “You did?” “She—she was awfully decent, Luana. She had Wallace Briscoe, head of the committee of the school, coma over after dinner and meet me.” He was about to tell her of the denouement to that meeting, when Briscoe had assured him that the exchange to Paris was as good as settled, but with Luana walking alongside him—looking so lovely, so utterly desirable—he couldn’t for the life of him get the words out. He didn’t want to go to Paris! He realized that miserably. He felt wretched about it. If only that infernal clock had not stopped at four p.m.l On trifles hinge the turn of fate! “So then you brought Mrs. Vandaveer out here—” “She’d been expecting to come with her husband, Luana, but he was detained.” Her lip curled sceptically. How green he was, as presumably most men were, where a beautiful woman was concerned! She said aloud: “So you’re becoming quite a squire of pretty ladies, Jimmy!” No one could see them at the moment, but if they had. he wouldn’t care. He said breathlessly: “Luana, you’ve got to understand! It's only you— you— YOU! I don’t give a rap for Mrs. Vandaveer!” He drew her into his arms and kissed her passionately. “Jimmy — oh, don’t! Why, Jimmy, I—l wasn't jealous! Honest I wasn’t!” breathed Luana. “You darling!” He kissed her mouth, her eyes, her hair, her throat that was like the stem of a flower. "Then I was jealous! Frightfully jealous of that Carew fellow!” He kissed her again, held her close to his heart. “Jimmy — my orchids — you're crushing them!” But her very soul was singing. He loved her. He must love her. His emotion was real, not feigned. What did “Handsome” and his money matter, what did anything in the world matter, now that the one man who really counted held her in his arms and whispered words of love to her? This was heaven on earth! “Tell me you feel even a little bit the way I do? Say it. Luana! Put your arms around me!” “Why, Jimmy!” She could have shouted it aloud—her love—she could have wept with sheer happiness. “I didn’t know you cared. You gave no hint of it.” “Luana. I didn’t know myself—l didn’t understand anything till this evening—till just now when I saw you on the dance-floor with that man!” She gave a little throbbing laugh. “Why him?” There was happy scorn in her voice. “He’» nothing to you, Luana? I couldn’t bear it if he was anything to you!” In a shaft of moonlight she saw his lip# tremble.

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first but broke down with a tearful confession upon being told his father was dead. ' isl." i. — ARRIVALS Eugene and Janine are the name* of the twin sons bort to Mr. and Mrs. Vere S. Welker, February 18. at the Lutheran hospital in Fort Wayne. Eugene weighed 5 lbs. and 1 ounce, and James weighed 6 lbs. and 2 oz. Mrs. Welker was formerly Mies Gertrude Gase. Mr. and Mrs. Philip Gase of east of the city and Mr. and Mrs. M. J Welker of Tenth street are grandparents of tho babies.

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“Nothing in the world, Jimmy. This is the very first time I’ve ever gone out with him.” “The way he held you, Luana, on the dance-floor—oh, forgive me, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m a fool!” “You’re not. You’re a darling!” she breathed in his ear. Her nearness, the throbbing loveliness in his arms, was an intoxication, but it was all mixed up with the spiritual as their lips met in a long kiss. “We’re insane, Jimmy! We’re quite mad!” But for the life of her she could not leave his arms. She only wanted to get closer, closer, never to be apart. Through the Spring nights, dreaming of Jimmy in the divan in her living room, she had been waiting, waiting for this divine moment. . . . The orchestra had stopped playing. About them sighed the trees, as though giving them a blessing. Locked together, they were part and parcel of the beauty and the passion of a Spring night. She had her arms about his neck, and now one slim hand moved to caress his hair. Often she had wanted to run her fingers through the copper sheen of it. She felt Jimmy tremble as she touched it. Short-cropped as he kept it, and sleeked resolutely back, a loosened lock curled round her finger like a live thing, so that she seemed to feel a little shock of electricity. “Jimmy, we’re chemically suited. Do you know it?” She drew back with a nervous laugh. “We’re suited in every way that God meant a man and a woman to be suited, Luana. It—it came on me like a shock.” "You love me, Jimmy? You really do love me?” came the eternal woman’s question. He pulled her back into his arms. “You belong here, Luana. Forever. Do you understand that?” he said hoarsely. “You’re mine.” “Masterful Jimmy!” She laughed happily. “Are you always so dictatorial?” “I’ve never been in love before, my darling. And you?" “Neverr’ she said passionately, and quite truly, even though the disturbing vision of Gerald Bruton rose before her. Thrust that vision back. Shut him forever from her! Here was her real sweetheart, her only love. “Then you care for me, Luana? Tell me. I ache to hear it.” She put her two arms round his neck and whispered in his ear: “Jimmy, I love you.” The wind sighed in the trees, and in the warmth of the night there was a faint humming of crickets. It mingled with the distant hum of conversation at the supper tables, and now and then a man's or a woman’s voice would ring out in a laugh. Time was not- How long they stood there, close in each other’s arms, Jimmy and Luana never knew. The isolation of their souls was bridged in a divine love, which is the language of eternity. "Nothing will ever come between us?” whispered Luana, her head on his shoulder, which was the one place in the world it was meant to be. “Never, my sweetheart. I’ll never let you go. No matter what happens, you’re mine for keeps.” He put his lips to her hair and revelled in its perfume. The orchestra broke into the melancholy strains of “The Last Round-Up." There was yearning in the tune, and beneath its beauty, a deep sadness. If ever they were to be parted! If one of them were to cross the Great Divide before the other! Tears sprang to her eyes, for even in the first bloom of love is an underlying strain of pain. “To love is to suffer,” runs the old French proverb. Luana held Jimmy tighter to her. He said, in a shaking voice: “Till death do us part . . .’’ She shuddered. The last time she had heard those solemn words was in the office of “the marrying judge of Yuma” on that never-to-be-forgotten morning. She lifted her head bravely. That was an old tale that was dead and gone. “Death will not part ns, Jimmy,” she said chokingly, “death cannot part those who truly love each other, as we do.” (To Be Continued) CfcpjrUiL 1835, Fuiurea Syndic*t4, Im,