Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 46, Number 143, Decatur, Adams County, 17 June 1948 — Page 9

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if Senator Tait were nominale<i. he would lose to President Tru- ! man " Thia opinion come, from hia rival, Governor Dewey, w ho may or may not be disinterested. He was commenting on a magazine poll Which indicated tidfshr would defeat the President easily, that Senator Vandenberg or Stassen would win leas decisive victories, and that Mr. Taft or Governor Warren would lose. Said Governor Ilewey, "That poll would coincide with my judgment." once the orthodox party man would firmly deny any possibility of his party losing, no matter who ran. The close approach of the convention is getting on the candidates' nerve.. They are beginning to express unkind thoughts about one another, thoughts and expressions which will boh up to plague them after the nominations are made. — o—-o i he Democrat Ticket: Resides being highly complimentary to an individual's high character and the esteem in which he is held throughout the state, the nomination of Henry F. Schri-ker as the Democrat candidate for governor, was the selection of the best candidate for the post. When Former Governor Schricker left office in January. 1945, the Indianapolis Star, editorially commented: "He pas been a great wartime Governor. The reason is that above everything else, he has kept close to the people. He has been the people's Governor." Those words are true today Probably no Hoosier in public life ever held the place of esteem In which the people of Indiana bold for Henry F. Schricker. In 1941, he was the only Democrat elected to state office and despite opposition of a Republican legislature, he completed one of the most successful terms ever accwwtplished by a governor. I John A. Wtitkins, Bloomfield publisher and veteran of both World Wars, the Democrat candidate for IJeutenant-governor, is a man unusually qualified for pule lie office. If called upon, h<- is excellently qualified to serve aa| chief executive. The two leaders on the state ( ticket should run with the success of Citation, winner of the Derby and all succeeding races. The Democrats are groud of their nominees and can recommend them to the voters as persons Chosen to render high degree of public service. In keeping with the best practices of good government.

Before these sedative drug* can : be given, it must be. determined t what type of sleeplessness is pr?*I ent. For esample, some persons I have difficulty In fallins asleep at i first but. after they fall asleep, i they sleep soundly Others fall asleep easily but get restlees and i awaken after several hours, and i there are still others who sleep ; fitfully and do not get enough : sleep. i Those in the first group, it I* I suggested, may benefit from such | a preparation a* phenobarbital ■ which is enteric-coated and is givI en about three or four hour* before bedtime Those in the third group should take another tablet , on going to bed Those in the sec ond group will need only the one tablet on retiring. A group of patients with Insom nla. treated in this way. were found to require about half as muck of the sleep producing drug*, when given In the enter!c-costed form and in the manner outlined, as when other preparation* were Os coarse, anyone with per*!* tent slerple**r.e>« should have a ’ careful study made by bi* physician to determine the cause, so that the most affective treatment may be employed aUBBTIONS ANO ANBWC*® UP.: Is it advisable to take out children s tonsils and adenoid* when they are large even though not bothered by acute tonsillitis' Answer: There Is no good res eon for the removal of tonsils »« less the enlargement Is so great 1 as to obstruct the peso-. age*

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e- «| | Modern Etiquette By ROBERTA LEE c) — — • Q. In whose name- should the wedding invitations and announcements be issued, if the girl's parents are not living? A. In the name of an uncle and aunt, brother or sister, oi* some close and older relative. If there Is none, then simply word the Invita Hons. "Miss Ruth Johnson and Mr. Harry Brown request the honor of your presence at their wedding, etc.”

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO MRS. POTTS was still up when Indrew, pale and angry-eyed, strode into the nouae. “Home again?" she called out from the kitchen, where ahe sat. darning a pair ot Gloria's woo* anklets. “My stars, 1 thought you'd be later j than thia.*" She broke off when she looked up and saw his lace. “Why, what's the matter? Come and sit, down. Do—do you want a cup ot coffee? Wouldn't take me but a minute or two to fix iL" Mrs. Pot is was always sure that every crisis in lite could be solved—or at least alleviated—by food and dnnk. I Andrew made a curt negative gesture. “1 don't want anything, j thanks Except some information ; it you can give It to me." She sat up straight at that, looking l eager and curious. but ne paused so long that she had to prompt turn. "What did you want to know, Andy?” And when he did not answer. she said. “Is it Joan?" "Yes,” he said heavily. "You said you'd tell me ner story some tune. 1 think l‘d better bear it —now." She sat back In her chair, and let her darning rest in ner lap. “Well," she began slowly, “it s a hard story to tell. 1 could just relate tacts, but that wouldn't give you the teei ot It—you wouldn t be able to understand ner like we do—you wouldn't realise way she is the way sne is. it was ner father did it. When she was bttie, they lived just bke other folk* Her father was a lawyer—younger partner to old Judge Emmona You know Ellery—well, that was ms grandpa." Andrew wrenched ma mind loose trum contemplation ot Joan, and recalled the louse-join ted youth who was currently squiring Gloria. He nodded. “Well, everything was line. He was a loving nusband and lather, , and they had a amab nouse and just enough money to Uvs comfortable, when all ot a sudden some second cousin died out in Missouri—or mebbe it was Arkansas, 1 never can keep those middle stales apart-and left him a pile ot money. He was nch—real rich —overnight." , Andrew's nead jerked up. He looked at ner wiUs new uHciesL He might nave known Joans story bad something Co do with money! He said, "Wnal happened? Did he lose it?" “Lose it!" She gave a snort ot laughter. “He spent it! Every last cent. From one day to the neat ne changed. He'd always saved and worked nard-now, all ot a sudden, ne didn t nave to do either one, and it went to ms nead something terrible. He bought that tag nouae they live in now. Course, in muse days they nad the wools nouae, and I can tell you it was or.e ot me finest in this town. He nad Oriental rugs, and satin drapes, and iurnilure sent up from one ot the mgheevpriced shops in Uoslun, and ue nad tour servants in the nouse, and a French governess tor Juan, and a coachman, and three norsea—two to drive and one to nd*. AU inis toetaee two automobues! He nad ms ciotnee made to order in Boston, too, and Joan wore fancy hand made imported ureases mat cos* a MUe fortune, and while kid gle«aa I neard tell they none of them wore

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a pair ot gloves moren once or ! twice—he wouldn't let them! Can you imagine that?" J "Go on," Andrew said eagerly. , He was beginning to see light, and i bis heart lined a little. , "Well, little Mro. McClure stayed . Just the same. She worried some about all this spending, but ne’d I just laugh al her, and say there ( was plenty more where that came from, so she stopped bothering i aboit IL But she saw her old ( triends just the same, and went on ( with her church work as it noth- ( ing nad happened. But not him! He wouldn't speak to halt the folks he d gone to school with. He ( even looked down his nose at old Judge Emmons, because he only ’ had an old Model T to ride around J in. People like the Woodtords were , all nght tor him, because they nad i money, but Huntley s no fool, 1 esn tell you. nor Mm W. either, and they wouldn't have anything to do with him. By and by little Mm McClure began to see what was happening, and ahe sort of , drooped. She saw that he was , making himself hated in the town, that there'd never be any happiness here tor any ot them if tie ! kept on like he was going. 8c she suggested they go away some- . where* He was ail for it, and they packed up and went to Boa- , ton first." She stopped and shook her nead. "What happened?** "Nobody really knows, though some talks heard a little something through friends down them. He bought a big place and made a splurge—like he had hem, only bigger—but nobody paid any at- | tention to him. Except the tradesmen, ot course, and that was only business with them. He tried to barge m on society for a couple ot yearn and ther he gave up. They went to New York next. And it was the same thing all over, only thia time ne did get taken up by some other people with money—and no background —and they tod him a pretty chase. He was fArewwtg money around before he died, I heard trit." "When did bo die?" Andrew asked. "Let's see. Ten—no. twelve yearn ago, 1 guess it was, Joan was younger than my Gloria is now when it happened. She must have been about twelve. He had a stroke and went out—just like that!" She snapped her lingers. "He got a notice he was overdrawn at the bank, and when he checked up, he found all his money was gone. Every last cent. Can you imayiae anybody being such a tool?" Mm Potts demanded incredulously. That's what brought on the stroke, they said. Well, there was Mm McClure, with a Uttle girl, in a strange city, with no money and a pile of debts. ... 1 always did admire that woman.** "What did ahe do then?" Andrew asked. Bo much was being made clear that he could hardly wait tor the rest of the story. "Bhe sold off everything she could, right down to their white kX glov«ta. Thea she packed a suitcase with what was left and brought Joan back nere. The homes were gone by that time, but tlw ftulomotNi* wba Kft. Mnt sold that to a nch man who came nere summers. and ehe went to the vwnt, arvd took out a mortgage as the house. and with the money ahe got, she remodeled it tale

- ■— rw I o Household Scrapbook By ROBERTA LEE , e .__- 0 i Drooping Candle. There are .wo alternatives for * preventing candle, from bending and drooping during summer. You * can take the candles out of their - bidders, wrap waxed paper, and 1 ' lay away flat In some drawer. Or, 1 I you can give them a couple of i-outs of clear varnish or shellac before the hot weather roll. in. Spider. , To get rid of spiders in the cellarj‘ you have io destroy their webs, and this cun lie done with a good strong Insecticide spray. Cutting down on cellar dampness will discourage spiders from constructing these webs. Rust If a garment is stained with rust wet the spots with lemon juice, sprinkle with salt, and then place in the sun. 20 Yf ARS AGO TODAY o o June 17, 1929 was Sunday. i Everybody Pitches In West Covina. Pa. (t'-Pi — Residents of thi. newly-incorporated city have Joined In pioneer "barn * raising” fashion to build an addi- ■ ’ tion to their city hall. Councilman. buslßM. men and craftsmen of all 1 trades roll up theii sleeves during r spare hours and work on the new wing. City officials said t4iat with--1 out the volunteer labor the addition couldn't have been built until r the next fiscal year. * . Alami half of every ton of ne* | i steel produced in the ( tilted States' » is born of scrap metal, coming I r from auto graveyards, farms, rail I roads, demolished buildings fa>--tories and even the oceun.

' three apartments. i 'Then she took In sewing. She always had been clever at making . slip-covers and drapes, and she set I herself up in that business just as soon as the last paperhanger I had walked out of the house. And i she raised Joan on what she I earned. 'Course, soon as Joan was I out ot school, she got a job, too, « and now they make out very well, ; between the two ot them, and the I rent that comes in. Mrs. McClure i doesn't have to take in more than she can do comfortably these days, and Joan wants her to stop alto- > gether and take things easy." She paused tor breath, for she 1 had been talking steadily. She ' watched her boarder. His head 1 was bent, his brows drawn to- ’ gether, as it he were studying ( 1 some problem, and concentrating all his will upon IL At last he ' spoke. 'Thanks for telling me," he said. “It makes things so much ' —clearer. There's just one question: Did Mm McClure feel bitter? Did she instil any hatred ot 1 idleness and money in Joan, do ■ you think?” “Oh. my, no,” Mm Potts said ' with positive emphasis. "She's never changed al aiL Except. . mebbe, to perk up again, once her husband was gone. No. she's not that kind. But you see. It made a terrible impression on Joan. Just at the age when she was noticing things, and putting them together to make sense, like a grown-up does, she saw what her father had done—what a fool he'd been, and how he had nearly wrecked her mother s life, and hero, too. She's sort of—gone Into reverse from her father, don't you see? Where he wouldn't even look at a person unless they had money, she won t hardly look at 'em if they have!" “1 see," Andrew said slowly. And he did see. He saw that in Joan’s eyes everything be had done since coming to Branfield was painfully close to the pattern ot her father. His outward lack ot distress st not finding a job: his apparently light-hearted decision to take up farming: his purchase of the Wheeler place, and the spending ot almost everything he owned on beautifying IL His clothes, his car. He sighed. Now that he understood, he was not nearly so depressed. Surely, when she saw that he was in earnest, that ne was learning to live frugally and sensibly, she would be won over again. He get to his feet and stretched a little "It's been a long and revealing day." he said, wearily. "But It's been a good day. too, tn away. Thank you. Mm Potts." Emma Potts beamed on him She got up, too, and put one hand shyly on his shoulder. "Don't let yourself get discouraged. Andy," she said. "It's just a sort ot shell Joan wears. She's—afraid, that's WlMta* "Yea," he echoed, “she's afraid. Os all kinds of things. Well, goodnight" He slept soundly that night, be ing tired in both body and mind, but he woke in the morning feeling refreshed. The masons were coming, to patch up the bedroom wails and to do one of the upstairs rooms. By the time those were done. Andrew figured the tong living room would be ready for them (To Bo

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ANDREW put the car in gear, started to move, but Eph put one nxnd on the door, and he was forced to stop or drag the big man off his feet. "Where you going? I thought you was ratin' at Mrs. Potts' now.” "I'm taking Miss McClure out for dinner," Andrew explained. Apparently in Branfield your business was everybody’s business. Eph nodded. "Mighty nice girl. ‘Course it she'd limber up a little she'd be nicer, but 1 guess it ain’t her fault. Her trouble is she's ,poor but proud as a church mouse." He took his hand off the door. "Well, have a good time, but watch your step with Joan. Let sleeping dogs bite.” Andrew drove on into Branfield In a puzzled frame ot mind. What nad everyone againet Joan, he wondered? Mrs. Potts had called ner stiff-necked. Eph's remarks just now had been along the same line. He himself had been bothered by her attitude—now friendly, now distant—but he had thought it was because she was shy. Now he realized suddenly that she wasn't shy at all It was something else—something which these other people knew and were trying to warn him about She was ready for him when he drove up and came running down the walk before he could get out to meet her. "Hail the conquering hero!” she cried, giving him a sketchy salute. "Your fame is all over town, but I suppose you know that." “1 was afraid of it," Andrew said. "1 nope 1 won't be egged onto all the bullies ot the neighborhood from now on." "Os course not. silly! But everyone for miles around has been wishing that Louis Baron would get what he deserved. You're amazingly popular right now. Why, if you were to run tor Mayor, you'd win in a walk." She seemed excited, stimulated, and Andrew wondered if It was the news of his fight which had made her that way, or if her mood had some other origin. When they were seated at Maggie’s best table at the Lodge, she noticed his hands. "Oh. how dreadful!" ahe said. "Don't they—hurt?" He grinned at her. "Not too much—and anyway it's worth IL" She said suddenly, I wouldn't wonder but you'll get a special job out of Wylie after thia episode. He's a good workman, and he's been scared to death ot the two Barons tor a long time." Here was his chance. He said. “Wouldn't you like to see for yourself? Things are moving along now, and the house is beginning to look something like what I'd planned." When she did not answer at once, he said. * Mr* Potts was out today. She gave me some really good pointers about the kitchen. Maybe youd find something " She smiled at him "Maybe 1 would. But I hope I’d have sense enough to keep still " "I wouldn't want you to keep still," he said stubbornly. "1 particularly want to hear your opinion of the place." He wished he could

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say mure, but he did not dare to -yeL "All right Pick me up one of i these days, and I'll give you my . expert counsel." This was exactly what he wanted, and he felt so jubilant that he dove into his dinner. Maggie looked at him with wonder. "My goodness!" she remarked when she took away the main course and brought their dessert. "A body'd think Miz Potts didn't feed you at all. |s she gettin' skimpy these days?" Andrew laughed. "No indeed! But my appetite's improving." The movie was somewhat disappointing. although there were some good spots in IL At one point—the best, in Andrew's opinion—he reached across the chair arm and took Joan's hand in his. Other couples were doing iL Why shouldn't they? But It had taken him a good halt hour to get up his courage. She let it lie there, her fingers curled warmly around his. and from then on Andrew lost track ot the picture entirely. When the lights went on. and it was time to >eave. he could hardly bear to let her go. But she sat close beside him in the car in a comfortable alienee, and when he parked In front ot her hotAie, and settled down tor a chat, she made no move. He talked, haltingly at first, but with growing enthusiasm, ot his plans for the farm. Ot how he was going to raise potatoes and truck: of how he hoped to have the apple trees In good shape in a year or two: ot now he had written his friend Bigelow to get his furniture out ot storage and send it up tn another two weeks. "Ot course, some of it will be standing around in clumps until I get the painting done, but at least I'll have several rooms finished, and 1 can start living there." “Do you know how to cook?" she asked. "Or are you going to have a woman come tn—ls you can find one," ahe added doubtfully. "Oh. I'll learn,” he said with confidence. She laughed at him. "You'd better not let Mrs. Potts hear you say that—like that." ahe warned him. Then with a oeriou* air. “But what are you really doing thia for? Why are you taking all this trouble to learn to farm?" He stared at her in surprise "Because 1 have to," he said. "Have to?" ahe echoed. "But you're rich. You have no job—" "I tried hard enough to get one.” he interrupted. but she paid no attention. "You have this car. And your clothes . . ." "I'm not rich at all," he protested. She ignored this. "Oh. yes you are. according to Brann.l i standards," she said "Everything show* that Why, the way in which you’ve spent money doing over the Wheeler farm is proof enough " He faced toward her, aware of the seriousness ot the moment, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Listen," he said slowly. T am not neh 1 used to have money—quite a biL That takes care of the ear and my clothes. 1 did try to set a tab

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here, but there wasn't anything for me. And I'm making the alterations on the farmhouse now because 1 doubt it I'll evei have enough money at any one time to do it later. By the time I’ve finished, I'll have about eight hundred dollars left. If I'm lucky." She had moved back into her comer as he talked. Her back was very straight, her face expressionleas. The silence between them was heavy. Andrew said desperately, for the sake of saying something, "Now do you understand?’* “Yes, I understand," she answered him. All the life had gone out of her voice, but as she went on speaking a little thread of anger began to creep in. "I understand that 1 was right about you in the beginning. I suppose you'll have a try at farming—playing at It—for a year, and then, when you find it'a hard work and little profit, you'll try something else!" Andrew was shocked. Had she really read him like that ? He said, "Is that what you think of me?" He was hurt, too. "Yes," she said. **l think you aren't going to like it at all when you have to begin wearing cheap clothes, and you won't like having a second-hand Ford truck instead of a Cadillac roadster with a special body. That'a al! you'll be able to afford after a while, when your nice things wear out. And I think you'll find your house too big to keep clean, and the cooking too i much trouble, and the farm work too hard. Why you ever decided to settle in Mranfield 1 can't imagine." Andrew felt a hard core of anger forming within him. "The original reason doesn't matter," he said brusquely. “But the reason I stayed was—you.” She drew away slightly, but he leaned over her, his angry eyes glittering in the light of the street lamp. “Yea. you. 1 thought you were Such a sweet, understanding person—that you were the kind of girl a man could draw strength from, the kind of girl a man would want to work for. 1 thought it would be wonderful to be near you —Just to be in the same town. I was a fool, wasn't I?" He put his arms around her and neld her close against him before he kissed her. She lay quietly in his arms. For one moment he thought be had reached her through the cool hard shell she wore. Her hands started to creep around his neck, and her bp* trembled beneath the pressure of his mouth. And then she wriggled free, and her face was a mask of fear arid anger. “You’re - not only a fool, she cried, breathing hard; “you're hateful!" Her hand flashed up and out and she slapped him smartly across the face. She slipped out of the car and ran up the walk. Andrew after her. "Joan!” be cried. "Wait, Joan! I'm sorry. I —I didn't mean " The door slammed In his face, and-he Mood for a moment, feehng unutterably difitonsolata. Blast it." he said to himself as the ear roared across town and up the hill to Eart Branfield. "Blaat it anyhow! Now what do 1 do?** ITS Be ■