Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 36, Number 274, Decatur, Adams County, 19 November 1938 — Page 3

■EX? marriage BS BOUNCED of Opal M. HornF„ii Wayne l<> Harold \ H .. .. . rnilv announced ■MlLlding ><»•!* in Elk ' !'C;7. Mrs. Essex is , ..t dr. and Mrs. SherKLlinrh . I Waiien and Mr. Em/■Eg,,,. Sl ,n i>: dr and Mrs. Slier ■K., Monroe. Mr. Essex ■Fjor.iiHly of a , r ,. hi hut is now i In' firm of LeiterFort Wayne. AID K. a - ;( i.,v afternoon at the home s Ft. Beavers, with Mis. .uni M's. .lam.'S Bain. .^^K rp , and Mrs. K . - .it Hi" runimag-i j My Bi'erlth' ■’■!-■ '■■■■' m.-eiinz, lovely were served to the ; v. - over Study ''lilli ,»1 Mrs. John Neering; nisrht. Mrs. Hugh Daniels; th.- me-ting with prayer. ,.wins read and cotnon. followed by the readK, ar explanations of "What the Kfgßleans" The next meeting K|tL h.-hl in 'liree weeks at the Mrs. Hugh Daniels. ■krROE society KaSIMEETING Woman’s Foreign Mission-1 ■p society of the Monroe Metho■t chilli h me' Wednesday after■nr he home of Mrs. Elmer EsKeii'j -' II.O' monthly im-s-j w ers ami |’vsimt The ovi-r the business session, ■n. Hyiv.a Lehman was in charge devotionals and Mrs. Marthe program leader. ir.la-' . i class with a pot luck December first and at this ■toe lhe Mystery Mothers will be The meeting closed with

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|j 9 HARRISON CARROLL K Copyright, 193 H s Iraturro Syndicate, Inc. Wi>OD.—No greater opBfSour.ist in Hollywood than WarBryan Foy. With al! publicity about

Glenda Farrell being appointed mayor of North Hollywood, Foy rushed writers on the job and now Glenda gets back from New York to find her next picture all ready for her — “Torchy for Mayor”. Not only that but Foy sent cameramen to pho-

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KBa?>- North Hollywood citizens I Glenda at a local the- | M®. The shots will be used in the “ Curie came to grief try|Hto tame the ocelot that her I jM? e ’ Dr - Spangard, gave her. It I to scratch as she was holdand the star backed away so that she fell and broke a Intending animal, incidentally, Is ■Bed “Lancelot”—Lancelot the «*iit been printed before that Davis’ five-year-old daughter, Wferly Wills, also is embarked on ’ J*reen career? She is playing t See Dunne's screen daughter in Mve Affair." jk j|P e kid does perfect Imitations i comedy falls. That is, e usually perfect The other H she tripped in the middle of !Sa . at R-k-O and hit her head : W* : - ' the corner of a piano. Was ; ar I '-' , cold but, after being re■£d, gamely carried on. all these years as a top Hollywood star, Lionel ■rymore finally is to own a ■nming pool. He’s sinking one .■Pis new property at Northridge. H» he autobiography of Edward should be on the book lists long. Eddie has been quiet,W r . riting the story of his 33 years Mr c stage and screen. He had a MB h draft of the book, 47,000 gfds, on the “Idiot’s Delight” set, it to Gable and Norma Warer. Behold did the writing himself manuscript is being edited ■y'rances Fisher Du Buc, who did •Wraphies on Mrs. Coolidge and W Woodrow Wilson. ®emember Gene Lockhart, the Wging informer in “Algiers” ? ''W- Performance has won him a ■Rd role with Isa Miranda in

CLUB CALENDAR Society Deadline, 11 A M. Jeanette Winnes Phones 1000 — 1001 Saturday Tri Kappa Rummage Sale, Ellis i Building. Christian Church Rummage Sale, Church basement. Every Ready Class Bake Sale,' Brock Store. Zion Reformed Cafeteria Supper, 5 to 7 p. m. Methodist Ladies’ Rummage Sale,' Church Basement, 12:30 io S p. ni. Sunday St. Paul Ladies' Aid Supper, Preble School Basement, 5 to 7 p. m I Monday Women’s Chorus, Mrs. Erwin; Stucky, 1:30 p. m. Federation Woman’s Club Ban-: quet, Country Club, 6:30 P. M. Research Club, Mrs. O. L. Vance,! 2:30 p. m. Mu Alpha Tau Bridge Club, Miss June Miller, 7:30 P. M. Tuesday Zion Junior Walther League, Church Parlors 7:30 p. m. Methodist Church Mothers Study i Club, Church parlors, 2:30 p. m. Young Matrons Club, Mis. Frank I Crist, 7:30 P. M. Pythian Needle Club, K. of P, Hall. 2 p. m. Rebekah Club, I. O. O. F. Hall. 7:30 p. m. Methodist Mary and Martha Class' Church parlors, 6 p. m. Wednesday Thanksgiving Eve dance, members only. Elks, 9:30 p. m. | I Union Chapel Bake Sale. Brock I Store. | | prayer. The next meeting will be at | the home of Mrs. John Floyds with I a ten cent gift exchange taking place at this meeting. WOMEN OF MOOSE HAVE BUSINESS MEETING The Women of the Moose held their regular meeting Thursday eve-, ning at the Moose Home. The library committee reported on the book i sent to the Mooseheart. The Book "Police” by John J. Folherty tells about the work of the police !

“Hotel Imperial”, but a better Lockhart item is this. Right after the war, the actor and Ernest Seitz wrote the song hit, “The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise”. It has earned almost SIOO,OOO in royalties. Lockhart still receives about SSOO a year. It is Shirley Temple who finally supplies the funniest story on the current time-clock annoyance at the studios. Shirley burned up because the other children in “The Little Princess” were punching the clocks at all times of the day, yet there was no card for her. Amused studio officials tried to explain to Hollywood’s No. 1 box office star that she didn't have to punch the clock because she makes more than SI,OOO a week. The explanation made no difference. Twentieth Century-Fox has had to Install a dummy clock on the set so Shirley can punch with the rest of the actors. The insurance companies, who will have to pay Goldwyn for any production delays caused by Andrea Leeds’ broken foot, are beef-

ing about her taking more chances by go ing to night clubs on crutches .. . Did you hear Don Ameche’s nice gesture on his progra m? Announced he was introducing a song from “the new Ritz Brothers’ picture “The Three M u sketeers".

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Didn’t even mention that he plays D’Artagnan . . . Bob Taylor, Columbia university football player, has invited Bob Taylor, the film star, to be his guest and sit on the bench at the Columbia-Syracuse game, Nov. 19. Taylor may go, too . . . Glad I haven't the compartment next to Mack Gordon and Harry Revell on their trip east. They are carrying along a piano to work on songs for “Rose of Washington Square”’ . . . It took three cops to rescue Ann Miller from the fans when she went into New York’s Sardis wearing slacks She wouldn’t cut a ripple in Hollywood . . ■ There are two Geraldine Fitzgeralds in town. Ones the Warner actress and the other is non-professional . . • It was the latter with Alexander DArcy at he' case Lamaze . . . The Navajo Indians De Mille sent to Flagstaft for “Union Pacific" refused to sleep . in the hotel. The company is having to put up tepees for them . . and with the temperature 29 above i zero.

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT SATURDAY, NOVEMB ER 19,1938.

department from the pdtrolman on the beat to the scientific phases done by that department. The audit that was made by the Supreme Auditor was read by file recorder. The social hour was in charge of the library committee and bunco | was played. Prizes were awarded to Mrs. William Hoffman, Mrs. Llold I Kreischer, and Mrs. Dora Cook. Refreshments were served by the hos--1 tesses, Mrs. Edith Tester and Mrs. ; William Huffman. All co-workers desiring to attend the district meeting at Wabash Sunday afternoon are asked to call i the recorder, Mrs. Earl Whitehurst. The next meeting will be DecernI her first. There will be a public party at [the Moose Home Friday evening. November twenty-fiftb. PROFESSIONAL CLUB HAS MEETING The Business and Professional Women’s Club met Friday evening at six-thirty at the Rice Hotel. Miss Glennys Elzey and Miss Marie Weidler were hostesses with Miss . Elzey as program leader. The topic was "My Employer and Employee,’ ' at which time a number of the memI hers discussed the subject. Tne club I voted to give $25 to the Krick and Tyndall rebuilding fund. Plans were also made for the Christmas iparty j to be held next montlf. The Wesley class of the Methodist church met at the church parsonage with Rev. and Mrs. Graham - Friday evening. Mr. and Mrs. Low-

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■ ■■■■— — CHAPTER XA And then there was Daddy and Aunt Bet with ideas about the wedding breakfast. Aunt Bet said she didn't ®-*e any sense in offending people and there were certain people who just had to be asked. So she had her way about the list. And Daddy insisted upon just one thing, plenty of champagne, and the best. “And if you're married In church you can’t have it perfectly bare.” Aunt Bet said. So there were flowers. “Just tawny chrysanthemums—good old plain, cheap chrysanthemums,” Natalies said. “But lots of them." They had lots of chrysanthemums. And, of course, the bride's table, at home, had to be geld and white. Yellow and white orchids would be best, and a few butterfly orchids and gardenias would do, but Natalie supposed pansies and gardenias would have to do. They compromised on the butterfly orchids. They only needed a few. Aunt Bet quarreled with the caterers over the cakes and the food. "If you’re going to do it,” she said, "there’s just one way to do it, and that’s right.” Natalie hated to think of the family spending so much for her sake, but there didn’t seem any way out once it was started. Lane entered right into the spirit of it. Tills was their big splurge, so they might as well have things right before they started starving to death. By the time you equipped the old ear with new tires and had it overI hauled you might as well buy a new one. The trailer was new. Heck, have a new car, too. And Aunt Bet and Daddy had to get some things. It’s a serious thing, a big day, when your first girl marries, Alex Wickham told Margaret defensively, for he felt more than a little conscience stricken about having a new morning coat made, but there would be people whom they hadn’t seen in years, and it didn’t do to look shabby. • • • It was a perfect wedding, a perfect day. Margaret was proud of all of them—Daddy, in his morning coat and dark, striped trousers, handsome and courtly and distinguished: Aunt Bet, moving like a queen amongst her guests, and Natalie, who had made no mistake in the French blue suit with the cart-wheel hat, and Lane’s orchids, the smartest and gayest, if not the most beautiful possible bride. Sue, who had come in one of her trousseau dresses, rather clumsily made over, was so upset by the picture Natalie made and the studied simplicity of the wedding that she actually regretted the white satin and lilies of her own. “That,” she told her mother, “is what I wanted. A simple suit. But no, you dressed me up In the 10 yards of lace curtain and made me look like a monkey, just because YOU wanted white.” “But. darling," poor, fat little Mrs. Decker, whose feet hurt, said. "You WANTED white.” "Oh, I did not," Sue hissed. "And anyway, next time I’m going to wear a suit.” “Next time!” “You heard me!” Seeing the mood Sue was Infor Sue was always miserable if she wasn’t the center of all eyes and all interest—Margaret shooed all the eligible young men she could find to dance attendance on her, to keep her from getting really mean and trying to steal the show from Natalie. It helped, but It was not altogether a success. Sue’s laughter, louder and louder rang above the voices of the others Her voice shrilled above the babble of talk and laughter. "And when I leave here I’ll have to feed the infants and then to the washtub ... I will. Certainly I wash! What do you think, that

i ell Smith and Mr. and Mrs. Alva! i Lawson assisted. Alva Lawson had! • charge of the devotionals. A short business meeting was conducted by the president, Mrs. Clyde Butler. Plans for the Christmas party and the ten cent exchange were made. Contests were enjoyed during the social hour. Lovely refreshments were served to thirty-three members and three children. The next meeting will be at the home of Dr. and Mrs. E. P. Fields. Mr. and Mrs. William Lister and Mr. and Mrs. Burdette Custer wil lasrlst the nost and hostess. Dr. Ben Duke and daughter, Barbara Jean are attending ,th Pur-due-Indiana football game in LaFayette today. Mrs. Marion Ray and daughter, Margaret Ellen, of Muncie, are spending this week with Mrs. Frank Hurst. Zula Porter Is visiting with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Giles Porter,, over the week-ertd. Miss Porter has' been pledged to the Mu Zeta sorority at Ball State Teachers College,' Muncie. Giles V. Porter was called to Springfield because of the serious illnese of his mother, Mrs. A. J. Porter. Miss June Miller and Esie'.le Kit-' chen attended the November meet-, ing of the Swas Tlka bridge club

i you can nave a laundress when 11 you’re living on SIOO a month and i, have twins. No really—we do live I on SIOO. Honestly. It’s all Ken • makes, isn't that crazy? I’m goi ing to have some more chicken. . We never have it home, so 1 eat . like a farmhand whenever we go ! out anywhere. 1 “We can’t afford anything decent, and I just can’t eat things like i Hamburg and beans, so 1 just lose weight, and lose weight Look! Aren’t I the living skeleton? Isn't it ridiculous?" I Margaret saw Ken’s face. She tried to get away from one of her father’s old friends who was saying, “But why aren’t you getting married ? Why are you letting your little sister get ahead of you?” Four of Bab’s sorority sisters, struggling through the crowd towards the bride and the bride's bouquet, got between her and Ken. Helpless, she saw him, whitefaced, stony-eyed, bearing down on Sue. It all happened so quickly that Margaret couldn’t be sure afterward of what was reality, and what she imagined. There was no doubt about Ken’s intention. He was going to silence Sue—if he had to knock her down, and drag her out, to do It. She saw Sue’s flashing, laughing face, heard her high, shrill laughter, saw the faces of the listeners, their first sympathetic amusement, fading to embarrassment and shocked surprise. Sue was carrying it too far, it was no longer funny, she was behaving scandalously at Natalie's wedding! Margaret saw what nobody else seemed to see — Kenneth bearing down on Sue, ready to say or do something that would fan the flame into a conflagration. “Please—” she said—“please—” But nobody moved. She couldn’t push her way to them. And while she stood, frozen with fear of what seemed certain to happen, she saw Joe forcing his way toward Kenneth, He had Kenneth by the arm, be was saying something about drinking to the bride. He might have been air, for all the attention Ken paid to him. Just one more person to be pushed aside. But Joe wasn’t an easy person to push aside. He was bigger than Ken, and he must have been stronger, for somehow he got an arm around Ken and a hold on him, and just when it seemed that there would be a scuffle and blows, Perry Dryer and another man came up and helped. They managed very well. It looked, at worst, like two or three friends helping a brother who had had too much wedding champagne But Margaret had seen Ken’s face, purple and distorted. She had seen the hurt, and fear, and hate, in it—and the shame when Joe and the others carried him off like a child in a tantrum. She was ashamed for him, and even though she knew that Joe had saved the day, had saved Ken and Sue, from certain scandal and possible tragedy, she almost hated him because he had witnessed Ken’s weakness. When he came to her later, his deeply bronzed face red with embarrassment, his eyebrows lifted questionably, she almost melted She almost forgave him for what he’d done, and what he knew about Ken. "Sorry if I made It worse. I was scared, Maggie. I got a crazy notion he was going to knock her down, or kill her or something—’’ If she’d only let it go at that' She wanted to, but something perverse in her wouldn't let her. She was tired and half-sick from the strain She’d been hurt, and she had to hurt someone else. “Let’s not talk about it!" she said. His face straightened, and a little muscle in his mouth twitched. “Just as you say, Maggie.” He turned away. She meant to

!in Bluffton Thursday evening at ; the home of Mrs. Paul Ludwig. o RECOUNT SUITS (CONTINUED FROM PAGE? ONE) J t’lirlln mid Huber M. DeVoss. Democratic leaders have decided to drop ull plans for filing any contests. Their principal duty will be to defend the Democratic candidates in the suits brought by Republicans. FRANCE GRANTS (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) jitm i talks to solve Halo French differences, until the French liquidate Spanish commitments and loosen their ties with Soviet Russia. The French on the other hand are said to be awaiting the outcome of Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain’s visit to Paris when the question of colonies and Franco-Italian problems will be discussed. o GERMANY ALLEGES (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) describing Benjamin Franklin as "one of the greatest forerunners of Franklin Roosevelt in office,” printed what it called a speech ! made by Franklin In 1788. “There is one great danger for the United States.” it quoted , Franklin. “This great danger is the Jewish gentleman x x x they

i follow. She meant to say some--1 thing else, to show that she hac i understood, that she really did ap > predate It, but some strange people ■ besieged her, and then Aunt Bet . signaled that she was wanted up- [ stairs. > When she came down, Ken and Sue and Mrs. Decker had left . Ken had hurt his wnot, someone ! said, tussling with a couple of 1 fraternity brothers. It was broken, she learned later, Joe had broken it. They joked about it, but the old friendship was never the same aft- ' er that. Sue still filled her house 1 with gay, half rowdy parties. Joe i and Margaret still went, and out--1 wardly they were the same merry I foursome they’d always been. But you could feel a difference in Ken’s attitude toward Joe, and Joe was a little shy and self-conscious with i Ken. Margaret suspected Sue of making the most of Joe's rescue of her, i because she tried, harder than ever, to win him back to the old careless intimacy, but Joe was on his guard now. He was bantering and goodnatured as he had always been, but > there was a coldness in his smiling eyes. It was depressing enough, with Natalie gone, and the house strangely empty without her. Babs. in spite of her'warm heart and her gayety, was a secretive child. She went her way. brought her friends to the house, chattered, but said little. No one knew what she really thought, what she wanted, what she dreamed for her future. You couldn't talk to her. You couldn't talk to Aunt Bet. You couldn’t talk to anyone, anymore, Margaret thought And she wanted, so hungrily, to talk. That is, to anyone but Ken. Ken wanted, just as desperately, to talk to her. He wanted to justify himself, to explain. Once, in spite of her maneuverings not be alone with him, he began. "You see," he said, “you see what it’s like with Sue now?” How can I go on?” "People have to go on.” She wanted to say—You chose her! You wanted her—well—you’ve got her! She wriggled, uneasily. “Besides, you have a beautiful wife and a lovely home, and two adorable babies—" "I have to take it from every side. Ma feels bad about the way we live. Sue’s wastefulness and not storing anything up for a rainy day. And at the store they all think I’m a sap. and they ail hate me because of that kid Dad fired to put me on, and they figure I’m not worth what he’s paying me. and they’re right. I hate it and I loathe it—and I’ll never be any good at it ” “But, Ken, why do you DO it! You had chances —” “Yeh! I had. What does anyone want with me now? How long do they remember a fellow in this town? Everything’s Benny Kales now—forget I ever existed. They’ll be taking my picture off the wall at the house next. Football! If I ever had a boy that wanted to play football I’d break his neck first. I’d—” “Kenny, you don’t mean that. Why don’t you go back to It Why don’t you get a coaching job, somewhere ?” “Sue won’t let me, that’s why. Says If I have to coach some place, why can't I get a job at Cal! CAL —1 have to laugh. Just as if I had a chance —” “Ken, Joe has a lot of influence. Why don’t you just put over the 'dea that you’d like to get on the ■staff? Nobody knows you want to f you don’t tell them Everybody thinks you’re satisfied in the store with your father—” Ken made a rattling noise. He made a gesture of cutting his throat. “JOE!” he said. "JOE!— That’s good!”

should he excluded by the constitution.” "One must grant," the newspaper said, "that the other Franklin hud the veritable gift of a prophet enabling him to look 150 years ahead. "The second Franklin—Franklin Roosevelt- however, has nothing more to suy to this people than to cast suspicion on foreign stales, accusing them of intentions in South America South America has given him Its answer by rejecting (he ‘aid’ he offered ” The coolness between the two governments, climaxed by the recall of United States Ambassador Hugh Wilson to Washington, and i the recall of Ambassador Dieek-1 hoff to Berlin, has been growing for months. ' — o Dalhover Funeral Services Sunday Madison, Ind., Nov, 19. — (U.R) — Funeral services for James Dalhover, hometown boy who went out into the world to become one of the nation's most ruthless gangland killers, will be held here tomorrow afternoon. The 32-year-old “triggerman" of the notorious Al Brady gang was electrocuted in Michigan City state prison early yesterday for the slaying of State Trooper Paul Minnenian. The body was brought here yesterday and placed in a mortuary. Many persons passed through the building to observe the dead gangster. <j ~PREBLE NEWS J Darrell Shackley spent Sunday with Vernon and Richard Frauhiger of Decatur. Mr. and Mrs. Gust Yake spent

.< r » a-K XXI 1 me winter, through the 1 I days of worrying about 1 nt tin i-ighs and their domestic < ipoeavais. and Aunt Bet’s flu, and I Daddy s too recurrent dozings over 1 his after-dinner brandy, Margaret < knew that her own affair with Joe i was nearing a crisis. I Ever since the day of Natalie’s 1 wedding, when Ken lost his head, and Joe dominated him, and saved 1 the situation, she had been conscious of her mounting admiration 1 for Joe, and her almost physical 1 disgust at Ken’s presence, Joe was 1 strong and handsome and gentle, 1 he was kind and understanding and unselfish. He was everything a 1 man should be. He made Ken seem 1 hysterical and futile and childish. ' And she hated him, even while she ! loved him for it. I 1 All her life she’d loved Ken, and ( taken Joe for granted—a nice person, to be liked, admired even, but not considered in the same breath with Ken. And now he was making Ken seem ineffectual and silly. He was , making her seem silly, because she'd spent so many years loving Ken, because she couldn’t quite stop yearning over him now, although she’d stopped loving him, land was ashamed of him almost to I the point of nausea. | If she could have gone away—if she could have stayed away from the Raleighs —or if Joe had been Jess obviously in love with her, she might have worked it ail out much easier. But there was no getting away. Home responsibilities doubled and trebled. There was Natalie’s wedding to be paid for. and Daddy’s constant, unwarranted e x t r a v agances, and Aunt Bet’s exasperating air of martyrdom. There weren’t enough hours in the day. Home responsibilities drew her away from Elson's before she was really ready to leave, and El•on s drew her away from home on the days that were really supposed to be "days off ” And through It all there was Joe, waiting, never rushing her, never speaking of what she knew was on his mind, but waiting, irritatingly, patiently, as if he knew and knew that she must soon know, that whatever she had left for Kenneth was over, and that it was he who mattered now. When she tried to forget the Raleighs, to stay away from them, they called her. Ken, on the telephone. "Maggie, please come, Sue's locked In her room, and little Sally’s holding her breath—and if I send for Ma Sue never will get over it—" Susan weeping: “Oh, what shall Ido? What CAN I do? I CAN’T talk to Ken —and we owe everyone, and Moms wants me to go to Coronado with her, and leave the babies and I CAN’T leave them, because you know what Ken’s folks are, ; and if his mother ever gets the ' chance to poison their baby minds —” Even Mrs Decker begging, ■Please dear, talk to Sue. She NEEDS a rest. Papa and I are SO worried about her, and Kenneth is so selfish and mean. I can't speak to him. and she's so stubborn—” And she was so tired. Everyone calling her, half a dozen of them pulling from different directions. Ask Margaret. Let Margaret do it. I'm sure Miss Wickham can arrange it. Miss Wickham will see to It If she could just get away! If she could go somewhere and sleep! But there was no getting away. Maggie! Margaret! Miss Wickham. please! She didn't know that there was an edge on her normally soft voice, that she snatched things from slow stock-girls’ hands, that her father was a little afraid of her, and that she frequently made Aunt Bet cry. She thought that she had herself beautifully in hand. She was dreadfully unhappy, and I-.1 .ha he discovered In unhappi-

Official Changes Made D. W. McMillen Roy Hall D. W. McMillen became chairman of the lioard and chief executive officer of the companies, and Roy Hall, formerly executive vice-presi-dent, became president of the Central Soya Co.. Inc. and McMillen Feed Mills. Inc. at the recent annual meeting of the stockholders.

Thursday evening with Mr. and Mrs. Orville Heller and daughter i Vera. Mrs. Milton Hoffman and daugh ters Dorothy. Gertrude and Miriam were Fort Wayne shoppers, Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. Thurman Fuhrman' and daughter of Waynedale were; Sunday guests of Mr. and Mrs. Char-' les Fuhrman and daughter Mary. Mr. and Mrs. John Kirchner and daughter Mrs. June Shackley spent Wednesday in Fort Wayne, visiting with Mrs. Louis Stettler, Mr. and ' Mrs. Abe Hiely, and Mr. and Mrs. Otto Jahn. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Sullivanl were Sunday dinner guests of Mr.' and Mrs. Thomas Sullivan of Ge-

ness and defeat, she became gayer than ever. She was afraid of herself, of her own thoughts, of silence, of being alone. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Rush, rush, rush. Orders for the little Japanese maid. Orders for Babs, thinly-veiled commands for Aunt Bet Off here, there and the other place, with Joe, and a crowd. Secretly she wept over the letters from Natalie. Oh, it must be wonderful to be happy, and married to someone you love! What matter if you HAVEN’T any money—ls you leave bills and careers behind—- “ Lane is terribly busy writing, and I'm full of all sorts of wild plans for myself. It’s such fun! Our house is adobe, of course, built on a little rise of hill, so that we look across fields, to the town, a mile and a half away. The floor is crooked and the windows all stick and the fireplace smokes, and we have no furniture worth mentioning, but I love it. The roof beams are of clean, skinned pine and the walls are a spotless cream, because they have just been painted —by us! “Our landlord lives next door—a delightful person with 15 children (or are some of them just visiting relatives?) —and two horses, and chickens and rabbits and pigeons and a burro and a pig. And of course, the cow. "And some friends of Lane's are here, and we met most everyone else in town, and everything’s so EXCITING — we’re never coming home, you’ll just have to come visiting, all of you, if you want to see us again—" She read part of the last letter to Joe, and then made fun of it, and of herself, and turned on the radio and made him dance with her, because she was suddenly afraid of what she saw in his eyes. If he’d just give her time ... If he wouldn’t rush her! And February turned into March, and March into April and it was spring again, and she didn’t know where the time had gone to, because nothing had happened, everything was the same, and she was tired, tired, tired. She looked in the mirror. It showed her heavy-eyed, colorless, even her golden hair without lustre. "What’s WRONG with me?” she wondered, and just to show there was nothing wrong, she began encouraging one of the new men in the crowd, a young dentist named Stephen Surrey. She had him to dinner, and made the biscuits and the cake herself. The young man was surprised. He didn’t think that girls, especially business girls—"Oh, there’s nothing that Margaret can’t do,” Alex Wickham said. “No, nothing!" Babs agreed, and she smiled at Margaret’s new young man. and then she went out. and slammed the door. "Another new hat!” Aunt Bet said, when Margaret came home on Friday with the latest in an almost crownless cart-wheel of expensive straw. "I have to keep looking nice," Margaret said briefly. Aunt Bet and Babs looked hungrily at every new rag she had. Clothes were her one extravagance —her one pleasure, she almost thought And they begrudged her that! Everything went wrong. Babs, who should have graduated, almost flunked out of college, and had to have a tutor for chemistry, and it would take her all of inter-session and summer session to make up her failures, which was far more costly than a vacation, and nobody’s fault but her own. As a result Margaret couldn’t afford to go away either and wouldn’t have had a bit of a change. If Sue hadn’t asked her to spend the two weeks with her and her mother at the Decker cottage on the lake. Ken couldn’t, or wouldn't, take

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neva. Mr. and Mrs. Ervin Foley and j daughter Helena of Ohio City, Ohio spent Tuesday evening with Mr. and Mrs. William Freitag. Miss Harlett Straub of Spencerville, Ohio, is spending several days with Dorothy and Miriam Hoffman. Aldine Bultemeier of Fort Wayne spent Sunday with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Geo Bultemeier and daughters Helen and Margaret. Mrs. Victor Bultemeier of Bingen spent Wednesday with Mrs. GeoBultemeler and duaghters. 500 Sheets Svixll Yellow Second Sheets, 35c. Decatur Democrat Company. ts

time ott to come, anu uiougu aura. Decker and Sue both pressed Joe to come at least one week-end. he declined. So it wasn’t much like the old days, with boys all over the place, and hilarity and excitement. The babies were- darling, but they bad to be watched every minute, and Margaret felt like a middle-aged woman rocking on the veranda with Mrs Decker and the tittle girls, while Sue disappeared, without warning or explanation, and turned up hours later with a tale of having "run over for the mail" or "dashed around the point, to see if there was anything doing." By the time the two weeks were over, Margaret really hoped she a never see any of them again, ard looked forward to work and to Joe, with more eagerness than she nad felt for anything since Natalie s wedding. It was disappointing to find that Joe had chosen just that time to go away, on his own vacation. Nor was it possible to stay away from the Raleighs, for, once back in town, they climaxed all then previous domestic upheavals, with a, battle that nearly resulted in a divorce. It was all over the furniture payments. Ken thought that they had been paid regularly. Sue admitted that they hadn’t The money had gone, she didn’t know just where. Ken stormed. Sue told him that if he wanted to storrr she’d give him something worts crying about. He might as well know that she’d mortgaged the house to pay for the furniture. No, she hadn’t consulted him. Why should she ? The house was tn her name, her own father nac given it to her, what did he have to say about it? “Well, you got us into this, now you can get us out.” Ken said. "If you think I’m going to ask my family for anything, you're crazy,” she retorted angnly. "Why don’t your people do something for a change ? Get your father to pay you a living wage—" “Oh, a hundred dollars isn’t a living wage!” “No, it isn't!” “Not the way you manage. A thousand wouldn't be!” "I can manage on anything It’s you that expect m'racles on nothing!” “All right — go ahead, manage! See if I complain!” Margaret got it from both sides, and stayed out of it as best she could, but when Sue decided to accomplish the miracle by moving out of their house, renting it for $75. and going to live in a S2O cottage out in the hills near the cemetery, everyone appealed to her to step In and settle the argument. "She CAN’T do it. You have more Influence with her than anyone — make her SEE that she ■ can’t," Mrs. Decker moaned. “Back her up, Maggie,” Mr Decker counseled. “You're the only one of the pack with brains enough i to see that at last my pampered : daughter has had a sound business : thought!" Ken swore that he wouldn't live ' in the place that Sue picked out. It was a dump. It was terrible. His folks would think he lost his mind The other clerks In the store would 1 pity him. He’d never bring a single t friend home. r Margaret pointed out that It really was a cute little place, and , could be made very habitable, if 1 he’d do a little work on It. She > brought out some of Natalie’s gay t letters about the two-room adobe, 1 In Taos. > Sue had her way, of course They ? moved to the lonely little green - cottage at the cemetery gates "It used to belong to the grave- > digger, isn’t it FUN ?” she cried i But after they had moved in she t found It lonely and depressing even s by day, and wouldn’t stay alone b half an hour after sunset (To be continued) - I Convrtsbt Kins Fasturaa Rvndlcata. Jaa