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■■ WITH Thursday llimu ll’ti’hcocl; ■"• ‘i T: ’ ,, ' , '^ iv V; 5 ,,11 »' ~r New Orl, ‘ anH ' ■*^^K n Mrs. Fannie Ilitelig‘.‘ f ‘ il «ai,i .ml Vivian Hitchcock, , wL>rfoß r ‘ ! ' " Ur ' : " ul " rS- Mil ’ £JK. <>iis. Mrs Minnie '.I 'nd Mis. O s Fort MSfogSii ;., :!>•■ af'erno.-n were |L i: !■:. Hower of DeE’„, Skid Mrs ’■■■o Mi'ler and Kuran- Jfi and Mrs. Quincy R, ~n,! of ■..., Do* m ■ 1 " 1 ' l)f Montgomery. ■iMIHmiN WITH ing dinner ■Mr. and Mr*- F1 ink Tremp an >’ entertained a ■tankiglUi dinner for the followMrs. L A. Van Enn 13l son 1 >i< k. Mr. and Mrs.' Kg, Vk ('amp and daughter. Fort Wayne. Mr. K-. MWlglv Reusser of Wren. i Kj Ot Wan! Mrs. Lloyd Wright Edna of Markle. Mr. and childIkMlB an d Alice of Decatur. ■NfER*IN WITH KmP(THURSDAY - ■ Mr.anfM - • Leo Roe entertained Ki pot feck dinner served at noon Ksnksgii ng day. Those present Eo Mr.din<l Mrs. Ed Ro? and son Er. »M Mrs. Carl William and Kightsr, Ir. and Mrs. Dick Alver■jiiaaifc" .'■ all of Decatur. ■Mr Md Mrs. Albert Roe and Mr. and Mrs. Irvin Roe E of Art Wayne. Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Rena Henonroe. ■ The St Department of the WoIzai’a Olb will meet Monday eve- ' Ks{ Id lie - on-thirty at the home of Kn. John T. Myers instead of Kn. Forbs: Lake as was previous- ■* anaoußC'-d. Miss Doris Nelson End MnTl'ale Ross will be assisthaste- with Mrs. Milo Black ■Msf-fbr the meeting.

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■ get flction and I>° 11 e,osel y- N °t ° n >y this ■ excerpts from the diary I flashed on the screen on J occasions. In the film, I «9B "‘ I! be P la y e<l b y Spencer I JHff going the rounds Is that I Was °ff ered a $50,000 J she would write a play I jß'cbc to tile cause of a forr^B ctatorshi P Slle turned it I Jgwestmg situation in the cast | Express.” The picture | a woman’s fight to avoid - e *Rr tion ’ Someone now points i three members of the [ ‘“®and the producer of the film I TWtiave received or applied for I mSBI ’ citizenship during the i nSSr r ’ They are Anna Sten, i '"‘B r Eugene Frenke, Alan i •' n aßßll and Feodor Challiapin. Jr. Jgouncement from Ha ‘"ry M. J producer of pictures with ||HBro casts. : new film, ‘Reform School’, six Harlem ’Dead End’ are those rowdies and their if! Mt)rs going to be allowed to Hollywood complete’y? w bere Joan Marsh and T® B Belden have filed their in■SlW to wed. It will be the third ZjQgg in the “Idiot’s Delight” since the picture got under Number one was Joe Edtbe R °und man, who mar""jjtelabeiie Maynard. Number rrJEL as Danley Campbell, the man, who took the vows ■’’WMurdie Wheeler. Joan Marsh cast - she P la Y 3 one of MWlonde dancers whom Clark Wi* shepherds In the story. *V Oregon voters who recently

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CLUB CALENDAR Society Deadline, 11 A. M. Jeanette Wlnnea Phones 1000 — 1001 Saturday Methodist Home Missionary Soc- i iety Rummage Sale, Churcn Basement, 12:30 to 8 p. m. Standard Bearer Missions Bake Sale, Schafer Store, 9 A. M. Monday Pythian Sister Needle Club, K. of P. Hall, after Temple. Art Department, Mrs. John T. Myers, 7:30 p. m. American Legion Meeting, Legion Hall, 8 p. m. Research Club, Mrs. O. H. Hau- 1 bold. 2:30 p. m. Music Department, Mrs. Clyde Butler, 7:30 p. m.| Dramatic Department, Mrs. J. Ward Calland, 7:3ft p. m. Literature Department, Mrs. A. R. 1 Holthouse, 7:30 p. m. Junior Women, Miss Madeline Spahr, 7:30 p. m. Research Club, Mrs. O. H. Haubold, 2:30 p. m. Monroe Willing Worker's Class. Mrs. Dan Kauffman, 7:30 P. M. Kirkland Ladies’ Club, Kirkland j High School, Ip. m. Tuesday i Ruralistic Study Club, Mrs. L. , A. Holthouse. R. R. 3, 8 p. m. i Tri Kappa Dinner, Berghoft, Fort Wayne, 7 p. m. Wednesday St. Vincent de Paul, K. of C. Hall 2 p. m. Shakespeare Club. Mrs. Dan Sprang, 2: :30 ip. m. I Historical Club, Mrs. S. E. Hite | 2:30 p. m. Historical Club. Mrs. S. E. Hite i 230 p. m. Friday Women of the Moose Rummage I Sale, Moose Hall Basement. 9:30 A. M. to 4:30 P. M. SOCIETY MOOSE WOMEN TO HOLO RUMMAGE SALE The Home Making Committee of i the Women of the Moose will hold a rummage sale in the Moose Home basement Friday, December i second, from nine-thirty a. m. until four-thirty p. m. Clothing, shoes and beding. of all kinds will be for sale. All members are requested to contribute to this sale. Please call

elected a mule to office are not the only ones who Inject whimsy into politics. In the election for county superintendent at Omaha, Charlie McCarthy polled 55 votes against the incumbent, H. M. Eaton. Joy Hodges won’t get an engagement ring from Lee Bowman. Instead, he’s having a jeweler design double wedding rings with broad bands. Drillers have brought in an oil well on the ranch adjoining Dick Arlen’s, and Dick will sign a deal any day now for wells to be sunk on his property. It will rob the ranch of some of its charm as a retreat, but the financial returns are too much for the star to turn down. Shirley Temple is desolate. A throat infection may keep her brother George from playing tackle for the Black-Foxe Military academy In its game

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UIC CAVIICIUGIII caused by the Orson Welles broadcast . . . Maybe the American public wanted to forget its gullibility . William K. Howard, directing “Home Town” in the east, has three ex-Hollywood directors on his staff, Johnny Walker, Ha! Mohr and Gordon Wiles . . . Oliver Hardy’s standin, with him for five years, will turn actor in a Columbia picture. His nam’s Charles Phillips ... The new Diesel engine Frank Borzage is putting into The Athene, once Tay Garnett’s yacht, will generate four times as much horsepower as the old engine and will weigh only one-fourth as much . . . 'Rush of members to Hollywood’s new badminton club proves the sport is still the rage among the film folk . . Add to candidates tor No 1 dog lover of Hollywood, Mrs. Wally Ford She came all the way from New York when the family great dane was bitten by a ra“les- - Fords probably are the only people who “ver raised a great dane in a New York hotel room. They had it with them for eight months while Wally was playing in "Os Mice and Men"-

either 676 or 1138 so the committee may plok-up the articles. They will be gathering Wednesday and Thursday afternoon. The public Is Invited to attend this sale. ENTERTAINS GUESTS AT DINNER THURSDAY Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Beal and Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Beal entertained with a Thanksgiving dinner in honor of Mr. and Mrs. John Beal who celebrated their thirty-eighth wedding anniversary. The Pythian Sister Needle Club will meet Monday evening in the K. of P. Hall immediately following Temple which begins at seventhirty. Mrs. Delton Pasewater, Mrs. S. E. Shamp, and Mrs. Alice Christen will be hostesses. ENTERTAIN OUT OF TOWN GUESTS A Thanksgiving dinner and buffet supper were held at the 'Herman Sellemeyer home on First Street Thursday. Covers were laid for Rev. and Mrs. N. E. Vitz and daughters Dorothea and Betty of New Breman, Ohio, Richard Vltz of Heidelberg College, Emma and Albert. Kohler of St. Marys Ohio, Albert Schroer of Wapakoneta, hio. Fred Kolter of thia city, Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Poling and

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CHAPTER XXVI “How would you like to live In Beverly Hills?" Elson asked, without looking up from his writing. "Beverly Hills! Why — very much!” “When I was in college, I had some friends, sorority sisters. I visited there, several times. I thought—” “We’re opening a new shop tn the new hotel they’re talking so much about. I’m wondering if you’ve had enough experience. I had intended to get an older woman, but last night I had one of my hunches. I thought of you. It seemed at the time that you’d be just right I don’t know. You’re ycung, but you’ve been taking hold lately, and you know merchandise. I might be wrong, but I had this hunch Want to try?” She said, “Do you mean that I’d —be manager?” I "Precisely.” “Oh, I’d LOVE it! Mr. Elson, I i know I can do it! I’m positive i that I—” “You’ll be supervised, of course It shouldn’t be impossible for you You can go to New York with 'Grace in January. Real experience for you, if you keep your eyes open I The opening will be in March, probably. I might talk to you later about some of my ideas. It was a whim to tell you now. Don’t mention it in the shop, but you may break it to your aunt, Mrs. Werfei how is she, by the way? And your father, of course.” She came downstairs in a daze. New York. A buying trip. Really being part of the firm. Opening a new shop. And most exciting, most blessed of aII—GETTING AWAY! GETTING AWAY FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY! GETTING INTO SOMETHING NEW! She was almost home that evening before she remembered that going away into something new, also meant going away from everything old. From the house, from Daddy, Aunt Bet, Babs—i Instantly everything that she’d wanted to get away from became precious to her. She COULDN’T leave. But if she didn’t she ■wouldn’t get that marvelous opportunity. Her one chance to amount to something. An opportunity doesn’t hammer on your door every day in the week! Now that she’d gotten interested in something and liked it, and wanted to get ahead, why shouldn’t she have it? Why give up everything? Look at Nat! She hadn’t hesitated to leave when she wanted to, and Babs would uo the very same thing if she had the chance. Os course, It was different with them. Babs was just a kid and Nat had never taken any real responsibility anyway. She had the whole load —the house, and Aunt Bet, and Daddy and Babs. That was it. She was stuck with It. She’d given up ONE chance to get away and see life. Maybe if she gave up this one, too . . . Well, she wouldn’t give it up. She’d take it. She’d go, and the family would just have to get along without her. She owed something to herself, too. All through dinner she was quiet. They didn’t notice. Nobody notices, she thought, with surprise that had a little of resentment in it, when you don’t talk, or your eyes are a little red because you’ve been weeping in secret, or you feel ill, and your face is pale or your hair has lost its lustre. Nobody notices, because they’re all too busy thinking about themselves! Now she looked about the table. Babs was as usual unfathomable Chattering — but saying nothing that she really meant, or felt, her thickly fringed lashes shading her eyes, slender hands delicately breaking bread. Daddy, for all his air of self-assurance, was easier to read. His silvery-streaked fair hair was correctly brushed, his tie was perfect, his manner suave and easy, but back of it you felt something, something he wasn’t talking about, something he’d never tell about Something secret. And Aunt Bet. Maybe Aunt Bet had her thoughts and her plans, too. Maybe all these years that they’d accepted her as part of their life, maybe she, too, had had dreams of another life for herself. Maybe even yet—” “I’m going east In January!” she said, suddenly, surprising even herself.

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son, Donald, Margaret Poling of North Manchester College, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Yager, and daughter Kathryn, Miss Matilda Sellemeyer, and Herman Sellemeyer. The Ladles’ Aid of the Methodist Church met In the church parlors Friday afternoon. Mrs. O. G. Bockwas was in charge of the devotionals. Mrs. W. F. Beery, Mrs. Ralph Mallonnee, Mrs. Alva Lawson, and Mrs. O. G. Bockman were hostesses. ETHEL DETILLIAN WEDS EUGENE STAGGER Tir. and Mrs. William Stanley announce the mariage of Ethel DeI tolllan of Fostoria, hlo to Eugene S'agger son of Mrs. Florence Stagger of Fostoria, Ohio. The wedding j was performed by Rev. C. J. MinerI in the United Brethren parsonage 1 November twenty-fifth at four o’I clock. The single ring cememony ! was used. The couple will reside in , Fostoria, Ohio. ENTERTAINS WITH BIRTHDAY DINNER Mr. and Mrs. Joel Reynolds entertained Thursday at a Thanksgiving dinner for Mrs. Rose Morgan of Warren and Mr. and Mrs. David Teeple and family. This was also

“Why, Maggie, how perfectly thrilling!” Babs cried. Aunt Bet beamed, her father beamed. They asked about it A buying trip? Indeed! How very nice. "After all, It was coming to you," Mr. Wickham said. “You've been there so long.” “I got her the job,” Aunt Bet said, so low that only Margaret, who happened to be looking her way at the moment, heard. Os course, they didn't understand that it was a small part of something else. “And after I come back I'll be terribly busy planning and working for a great opportunity. It’s a sort of trade secret, but Mr. Elson said I might tell the family, because, of course, it’s something we have to plan for and . . . and get used to. I'm going to be sent to Beverly Hills then—to a new shop they’re opening there.." “I think that's very nice,’' Indeed," Mr. Wickham said. “You’ll enjoy IL my dear. Travel, if only in our own state—-” ’l’m not going there to visit. I’m going to be there permanently. I’ll be the manager of the shop. It’s a great opportunity, you know. l—l’m going to live there.” "Indeed," Mr. Wickham said. He gave his attention to the vegetables the young Japanese maid was offering. “It’s a very pleasant place. fm sure,” Aunt Bet said. Babs lifted her heavy eyelids. She said, “Do you mean you’re actually moving away from here? Leaving us ?” The air was electric with waiting. There was still time for her to change her mind. She could say, “I really haven’t made up my mind—” But no—she couldn’t bear IL Another five years of Bitting at the family table with Daddy on her left, at the head and Aunt Bet on her right, at the foot, and Babs opposite . . . No, it was too much. They’d have to get along somehow. She could send money, of course, but they’d have to manage without her. They’d HAVE to—because she’d come to the end of everything. She'd had to have a change—she COULDNT go on—“lt’s an opportunity I don’t want to miss,” she said carefully, slowly. “The «ort of opportunity that doesn’t come very often. Os course, Beverly Hills will be my headquarters, but I’m sure I’ll be coming up to San Francisco — and going east twice a year—” Her voice broke with the wonder of IL Flying up and down the coast. Going east once or twice a year ... Three pairs of eyes watched her solemnly. She took a drink of water. “It might be a little difficult at first, but I’m sure you can manage. Os course, I hate leaving you all." “Os course,” Aunt Bet murmured. ■But Babs is so capable now, and with Aunt Bet to manage, and Suki to cook—” There was silence. A long silence, She spoke again. “Aunt Bet, don’t you think you could manage?" "Why—why, yes,” Aunt Bet murmured uncertainly. She did not lift her eyes from her plate. Babs' mouth was set In a thin, hard line. Even Daddy was agitated, twirling the ruby signet ring on his finger, taking It off. putting it on again. “You think I oughtn’t to go!" “Oh, no,” they cried in chorus“Oh, no—lt isn’t that.” And then there was another si--16Z1C6 “I was just thinking," Aunt Bet began, and stopped. “What?” “Oh, nothing. Really nothing, dear. But I just thought, keeping up a house, for just three people—” "But I’ve kept it up for only four people for years and years—” Oh, dear —she’d said the wrong thing, of course. Now Daddy was hurt. Oh, dear—oh, dear—"lt has seemed a long while since Natalie left us,” he, said, surprisingly without rancor. “But It isn’t years. It’s just one year. One year on the 27th. I miss her. And I shall miss you, too, of course,” he added hastily. He beamed at Babs. “Fortunately I shall have one daughter left.”

a birthday dinner for M”». Reynolds. Mrs. Morgan will remain for a visit of about two weeks. The Home Missionary society of the Methodist church will observe their Thank Offering service Sunday morning at nine-thirty o’clock. Rev. Graham has planned a speeial program for the service. AU society members are urged to attend. LEGION AUXILIARY HAS MEETING The American Legion Auxiliary met at the Legion Home Friday evening for its regular meeting, A short business session was held at which time it was decided to have a pot luck supper und a Christmas gift exchange, Friday, December ninth. Games were played during the evening a delicious luncheon was served by Mrs. Naomi Colchin, Mrs. Irene Bowen and Mrs. Jewel Ehinger. • ' I THANKSGIVING SURPRISE DINNER A Thanksgiving day surprise pot luck dinner was held at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Clint Conner of near Craigville in honor of Mr. Conner’s seventieth birthday. At noon dinner was served to Mr. and Mrs. Dick Conner and daughter.

Babs scowled. Margaret said, “Oh, I’ll be coming home often, of course. And it’s about time that Nat and her husband took it Into their heads to visit us Instead of everybody else they ever heard of. I think she ought to come home for Christmas, and I’m going to write and tell her so.” Mr. Wickham cleared his throat ‘To tell you the truth,” he said. T was considering going down to Taoe, to spend Christmas with them. Nat wrote and asked me I —I had rather counted on it.” "It would do you good, Alex.' Aunt Bet said. She turned, almost apologetically, to Margaret. “He's had no change at all in the last years. He really needs it We—we all need it —” “How long would you stay?' Margaret asked. “Would you be back before I leave?” Mr. Wickham cleared hu throat again. He looked embarrassed "Natalie thought that I might likto drive to Montreal with them u the spring—the early spring. Lane people are there, you know. They’ll proba b 1 y stay on for several months.” “It would be a wonderful trip foi you, Daddy." “Yes, it would. Very aice. <JI course, I shouldn’t stay on In Mon treal. I did think—well—if Bahs were just a little older—” “SAY It!” Babs nried. 'For heaven's sake let’s stop thinking and start SAYING and doing He e we are—all of us, bored to death, going to seed, thinking we’ve got io stick for everyone else’s benefit, and every one of us just DYING to get away—” "My dear Barbara,” Aunt ,”et said, shocked. “I don’t care—lt's true Go on, Daddy—tell us—” “Yes, tell us,” Margaret said But she looked at Babe reproachful!y. “Just an idea. I couldn’t leave you all for that length of time, of course— ’’ “For WHAT length of time?" “Oh—long enough to make it worth while— Os course, rd return eventually—to visit at least. One couldn’t—” "So Jed wrote you, too," Aunt Bet said. “Oh, Alex, why didn’t you tell me ? I THOUGHT he meant you, too—but it wasn’t clear In my letter—” “Os course, he wrote me. I thought it mighty secretive of you, Bet, not to mention It yourself.” “But I thought—” “Oh, there they go again— THINKING!" Babs cried. "What IS it?” Tell us. We have a right to know.” But it was to Margaret that their father turned. “Your cousin Jed— My cousin, you understand.” "Not — not—" Margaret wanted to say “the myth?” But instead she finished, rather lamely—“not —the same old cousin—in Surrey?" "Yes, he’s going in for some travel. Quite a scientist, Jed. you know. Wanted someone in the family on the place. In his absence, you understand And, he did sav, that if your Aunt Bet and I chose to stay on permanently—at least I surmised that he meant your aunt also—rotten writer, Jed—nothing' very clear about iL Just an idea,, you know. Just an idea.” He and Aunt Bet exchanged guilty glances. Both wanting to go' —just dying to go. Probably wrote and hinted for the invitation. “I think it’s just swell” she said, warmly, naturally—happy tn their: pleasure, for the first time tonight. Aunt Bet’s old eyes were bright. “But I don’t see—“ Margaret didn't see either. She didn’t see wheie the money was coming from. She tried to think how much their passage would cost. Already they seemed lost to her, on their way back to their youth—to the mythical “Cousin Jed”—the one with the money—the head of the Wickham family— Tears shone in her eyes. “Os course, it can be managed.” shesaid.” They pulled their chairs closer toi the table, pushed plates and cups aside. Suki. the little maid, seeing them with their heads together In family, conference, was too shy to come and take the plates away. (To be continued) Copyright Kins Features Syndicate ImJ

Mary Louise, Mr. and Mrs. Rex Connor, Mr, and Mrs. Asa Conner and son. Francis, Mr. and Mrs. Roy Conner and infant son, all from Kokomo. Mr, and Mrs, Charles Sanders, Mr. and Mrs. Delmar Connley and son Charles and daughter Jessie, Mr. and Mrs. Joel Neuenschwander, Mr. and Mrs. Ray E. Byerly, Mrs. Jennie Porter, all from Craigville and the host and hostess, Mr. and Mrs. Clint Cromer. COMING WEDDINGS ANNOUNCED THURSDAY Mr. and Mrs. Charles BelneKe entertained relatives and friends 1 hursday with a six o’clock Thanksgiving dinner at their home. The guests were seated at tl.e large dining room table which was centered with a large cake beautifully decorated in pink and white with the words "Best Wishes" written on the top. Pink streamers were attached to the cake and to each plate. Each member pulled his streamer and on Mrs. James Gattshalls card was written. “Announcing the coming wedding of Eileen Jackson to Francis Andrews and Maxine Welker to Harlan Jackson," Those present were Mr. and Mrs. Vincent Ahrams and children, Lyle and Joyce Ann, of Huntington, Mr. and Mrs. Niles Baker and son, Carl Quenlyn of Fort Wayne, Miss .Maxine Welker, Francis Andrews, Eileen Jackson, Harlan, Jackson, Mr. and Mrs. James Gattshall and Mr. and Mrs. Charles Beineke.

CHAPTER XXVII They talked and talked, unmindful of the time. Mr. Wickham did most of the talking. He talked about Cousin Jed. Os their childhood together. Os the years that they spent in India. Os London seasons. Os Violet, Jed’s wife, who died. And of Jed’s only daughter, married, and living in Manila. “Great travelers, we Wickhams," he said proudly. "Travel to the ends of the earth. If Jed didn't count on me taking over the estate for him, I’d like to make the trip with him. Os course, he’s a little younger than I, but not much. A change of air, and I’d be quite myself again—ready for anything—” “To see one’s old friends again!" Aunt Bet broke in excitedly. "After all these years! I can’t believe it— I can’t believe it!" Babs and Margaret grinned companionably at each other across the table. Poor darlings! How they wanted to go! But to finance the thing. Os course neither one of them had the least idea how much such a trip would cost. Aunt Bet had a little money, of course, and Daddy had something, but not much. “How much would it cost to fix up the house so that it would lent?” Babs asked practically. “Not so much. A couple of hundred ought to do it.” Margaret knit her brows. “I wish I knew if I’d get a raise. Mr. Elson acted as though I would. But he didn’t actually say so. If I don’t, I really don’t see—” “What don’t you see?" ! “Yes, what’s worrying you, 'dear?” Aunt Bet asked, turning fi-om her brother and their bright plans, to smile upon her favorite niece. ’Why—different things. I’m the practical one, you know. There’s Babs to get through college.” “You've been saying that for five years.” Babs said, with irritation. “If you’ve been five years getting through college, don’t blame me!” "All right. But the whole thing was your idea. I wanted to quit when Natalie did, and you know it.” "You ought to be glad you had the opportunity—" "Oh, bother. I don’t want any ■opportunity. If you’d just tend to your own business, Maggie, and let (the rest of us tend to ours—” "Oh,” Margaret said. “If that’s 'the way you feel.” I "Please. Maggie, I didn’t mean it 'just the way it sounded. I only meant —” 1 "AU right—what did you mean ?” I “Oh. Maggie! You get so badly jupset if anyone has an idea but yourself!” "I don’t. Except that no one but myself seems to have a practical iidea. We want Daddy and Aunt 'Bet to have their trip—” "If I go back, it won’t be a trip It’ll be to stay. That is, if you can manage without me,” Aunt Bet said. "Os course we can manage! But one way or two, it still costs money. And if we rent the house, and I go South, then Babs will have to stayin the sorority house until she graduates —” "I will not!" "It’s the logical place for you to stay. I can’t go away and leave you on your own!” "I’m twenty-one.” ••Yes —I know. But twenty-one or ten, you’re still obliged to live, until you finish college, and you know you’U have to go another year to be able to teach—” “But. Margaret—” “Now, let ME talk —” "If you'd just listen to ME—” It was Babs who made herself heard above the others. She said "Margaret, you're a wonderful ga: and you’ve done too much for all oi us. But listen! I don't want you to do anything more for me. i really don’t. I don’t want to stay on another year to get a teacher's certificate I’ll never use, either. I've tried to tell you a million times, but you’ll never listen. I want to marry CLICKY!” “He’s twenty-four and he's earning just twice what Kenneth Raleigh was earning when he married Busan —" “And how well that turned out!” “Yes, but Clicky has sense. More than twice, as much —even If his

personal; Mr. and Mrs. Wesley Hitchcock and son Wesley Jr., and Henry Carions of New Orleans, La., arrived Tuesday for a two weeks visit with ■ relatives and friends. Mr Hitchcock is a son of William Hitchcock, a former resident of this city. Mr. James M. Dawson of Indianapolis is visiting with his parents, Rev. and Mrs. J. M. Dawson, before ■leaving for Panama, South America land Cuba. Mr. Dawson is an attor--11 ney and connected with the Bell Telephone Co. He Is a brother of i Mrs. Russell Acker and Mrs. Bud i Magley. Mr. and Mrs. France Center and daughter, Gloria, have returned to : | their home at Crown Point, after a i: v isit here. i Mrs. J. C. Magley who was oper--11 ated on Wednesday for gal! stones : is reported better today. ■ | Dick Parrish will return to the Indiana Medical school at Indianai polis tomorrow after a ThanksgivI ing visit with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Parrish. Mrs. Olive Peterson Is visiting , her son J. Dwight Peterson and family in Indianapolis over the , week end. ii Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Hyland have , returned to Indianapolis after visit- , ing at Pleasant Mills. I ■ Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Mills ot Beaver, Penn., are spending the week

earning power la only twice Ken’s at the present moment. And I’m no Susan Decker, either, thank you! Furthermore, I’ve got a chance to get our apartment free. Joe Atwell's father is building a perfectly BEAUTIFUL bungalow court, and Joe said—” "So you talked about it to Joe.” “Well, I had to talk about something. You were out, and I was just doing my best to entertain him.” "Talking about your ambitions to marry Clicky. You must have been entertaining!—" “Margaret—you forget yourself,” Mr. Wickham said. "I’m sorry." Tears blinded her. "I—l don’t know what's the matter with me. Please forgive me, Babs. I’m—upset—” "You’re tired, Maggie — I’m a hound. I’m the one to be forgiven.” “No—No—it's I—” Choking back the sobs, Margaret rushed from the room . . . upstairs, to lock herself in her room, and throw herself on the bed, to weep her heart out. Oh, she knew what was wrong with her, all right. And they knew —everybody knew—nobody could help but know. She was just angry and hurt and mean and jealous - because Daddy and Aunt Bet acted as it they didn't need her any more. Because they wanted to get away. Because Babs wanted to get away . . . Because all her years, all her work, all her sacrifice was a joke—a joke on her. And because —because Babs was going to be married—and she, the oldest — was going to be an old maid. • • • It was the last day of October, and almost the last hour. Tomorrow would be the first of November and Barbara’s wedding day. But there would be no wedding. At four o’clock in the morning Clicky would call for Babs, and they’d start out for Reno —to be marrried there, late in the afternoon. Why they must drive all those miles to Reno, when they could just as well be married right at home, was something that neither Daddy nor Aunt Bet could fathom. "But dear — it isn’t as though you were a divorcee," Aunt Bet had protested. And daddy has asked anxiously: “Clicky hasn't been married before, has he? There’s no reason for this?" Babs had just laughed. “No reason except that it will save a lot of trouble, and it’s fun.” Fun! Margaret, lying fully dressed on the sofa, trying to get a little sleep before it was time to call Babs and prepare 3:30 coffee and orange juice, wondered just what was fun about getting up at 3 o’clock in the morning and arriving at the Reno city hall, tired, dirty and sleepy, in the middle of the afternoon. Not that she’d said a word. Daddy and Aunt Bet had had their say, but she’d kept discreetly silent. She’d done her last advising, her last managing of someone else’s affairs. She'd learned her lesson. Her mouth twisted ruefully as she thought of it. Her years of running things. Thinking she was inlispensable. Forcing Babs to finish her college course—“for her own good”—thinking that daddy and Aunt Bet needed her to keep up the louse. And all they wanted was to have her and Babs off their hands. :o that they could go back home to England. No, that wasn't fair of her They hadn't thought of It that way. hut it was what was back of their minds. Well—you learn —you learn a lot. I wonder if they'll be happy, when they go back, she mused. She bought of the nearly 30 years that ter father and his sister had lived n California. All their friends, all their contacts, were here. Why did ’hey want to go back to a place ’.hat would be strange and perhaps hostile and disappointing? Maybe it was to renew their youth, to see again the places they’d known when they were young. Maybe you never wanted to acknowledge you were old. Maybe you were always trying, even when you were 50 or 60, to turn time back. Maybe you still thought of yourself as an Individual—as Alex

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end with Mr. and Mrs. W. Guy Brown. - O'* 1 , " ■ — TAX PAYMENTS (CONTINUED FROM FAOK ONE) quent taxes. The total paid Into the treasurer's -office in November then was $205,051.13 us compared to the $204,274.79, asked. These conditions are much different than those of a few years ago. when It wae necessary to anticipate less revnue from taxes, than had been asked due to the heavy dlinquencles, when making up the budgets. —o Adams County | Memorial Hospital I Dismissed —Mrs. Gerald Kohne and baby, Marjorie Ann. 304 Adams street; Mrs. Minnie Pyle. Geneva; Mrs. Ross Lee, 115 South First street. Admitted —Miss Cordelia Worthman, staff nurse; Ora Dlckason, Geneva; Mrs. Andrew Appeiman, 122 Sixth street; Martha Zurcher, berne. o . ■ I •- < TODAY’S COMMON ERROR Do not say. "The accident ' | happened on Thursday, but the | | transaction was not reported | | until Friday;” say, "incident | was not reported, etc.”

Wickham, or Elizabeth Wickham Werfei—lnstead of as just a father, or an aunt. Maybe daddy and Aunt Bet really wanted to live their own lives as much as she wanted to live hers. Well, they were getting their chance. Daddy would be on his way to Taos tomorrow night and Aunt Bet would follow soon. They’d have their chance- and she’d have hers. A trip to New York. A taste of the life she’d dreamed of. And then the excitement and responsibility ot managing an exclusive shop in a beautiful new hotel. Pleasant pictures floated across her mind — herself on the streamlined train, in a swank New York hotel, visiting theaters, night clubs. Her eyes closed. She slept. The alarm clock, ringing steadily, determinedly, brought her back to consciousness with a jerk. Swiftly she stopped it, then lay back on the pillow for a brief, relaxed moment before she rose and washed and combed her hair. It was a shame to wake Babs She was so sound asleep, so very young and defenseless, with her thick, fair lashes shadowing her cheek and her pale yellow hair spread out on the pillow. “Babs, it's a little after 3.” Babs opened unwilling eyes. * Just telephone Clicky, will you, and tell him I’ve changed my mind about marrying him ?” ■Telephone him yourself!” Babs sat up, groaning and yawning. "Heck, if I have to get up and telephone him I may as well go on to Reno and get married. It’s darn mean of you, Maggie. You used to be much more obliging.” Margaret smiled. “All right. But I consider that a compliment. Anyway, you can use your own judgment about getting up. I’ve called you!" Babs swung her feet out of bed and felt for the mules besides it. “Oh, dear—if I must, I must. How do I look ?’’ “Very sleepy.” "No—l mean—do I look all right? It would be just my luck to look blotchy, or ugly, or something.” She hurried, heels flapping, bathrobe trailing, over to the mirror to study her round little face anxously. Margaret couldn’t help laughing “Oh, Babs, you’re funny!” Babs laughed, too. "I had nightmares all night, thinking I’d break out with poison ivy, or the hives, or a cold in the head, or something. Oh, you don’t know, Maggie. You always look like a million dollars, and you simply don’t know what it is to worry.” Margaret saw herseL in the glass, behind her sister. Saw her hair, pure gold and bright as metal, draining Babs’ tow-head of all color. She saw her own perfect features and Babs' little pug nose and wide mouth. "But you’re younger and fresher," she said quickly. "And—anyway—my looks haven’t done much for me." “It’s your own fault if they haven’t. Oh. Maggie—you ARE so pretty. Even at 3 o’clock in the morning. You ought to—to have millions—and servants and luxury You really should. Listen, do you mind if I take your bath salts—that new swell package you haven’t opened? I have mine packed, you know, and I don’t care much for that other kind you have—rose, or whatever it is—” "Os course. Take anything you want. Babs, you don’t think I’m getting to look old—and old maidish—do you ?” A protesting shriek from the bathroom, where Babs was running hot water into the tub. “NO—what an idea—” "Because, I don't know—l sometimes think—" "You don’t happen to have soap to match this stuff, do you, Maggie?” "No—but there’s the toilet water that Sue gave me at the same time I’ll get it.” Clouds of scented steam rose from the tub from which Babs’ yellow head emerged. Babs’ was singing. One of the rowdy songs that she and Clicky did tn falsetto. “If there’s anything else yoti want, Babs—” Babs didn’t even hear. She went on singing. (To be continued)