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(Continued from Page One) , family. There had( been two children qlder thnn Kitty, both dead. a a a THE Morans had lived in the same flat for years, protesting against the gradual risg in rents after the subway was opened. In the apartment house Terrence Moran had been something of a fiEUre, his kindly philosophy sought at all times. His stockinged feet high on the window sill, his eyes twinkling over | his newspaper which he read with laboriously moving lips, Dad, in his way, influenced the entire neighborhood. They came to him for advice in matters of courtship and weddings, j for condolence at the time of death, for encouragement in illness. He had settled the Casey twins “once ana for all” the time they ran •way to Jersey and had their mother worried to death. He had arranged—yes, had contributed heavily toward—Tim Callahan’s funeral. The night Joe Donahue's baby was born, Dad had walked the streets with him, giving him comfortable j 4 assurance that he and Flossie both would live through’'it—to go through | the whole thing all over again, no j doubt. Lottie Carr had sufficient reason for adoring Mona’s father. There had been the time her own father had locked her out when she came home late from Coney Island with that Brower boy. Terrence Moran j had straightened that out. Yes, Mona certainly owed it to! Dad to stick by the family and not : to think of marriage until —until; what? Mona’s thoughts could get ho further with the problem, but Lottie’s could and did. “Marry a man who’ll take care of , your family for you,” was Lottie’s plan. Such men are few and far between. So are girls like Mona, with trim figures, glowing bronze hair, j and best of all, an angelic disposition. “You are the sort of girl, my dear, who’ll marry some good-for-nothing some fine day and support him,” Lottie averred. “Well, always room j -for one more! Remember” —signifi-; cantly—“you’re not getting any; younger.” “Why don’t you marry?” Mona would demand hotly at this stage of the discussion. “I’ve made my plans,” Lottie would reply enigmatically. “Meanwhile, why not go Out with us tonight and look the eligibles over?” In spite of carrying opinions on hiany subjects, the girls were quite friendly, ana Ij'ROM 8 o’clock, when Mr gently knocked on Mona’s door to supplement the alarm, until 8:15 the dark, tinny little gas-lit bathroom down the hall was Mona’s sole property. Ma knew it. Kitty knew it. Even Bud—the overlord of the rjidio, the easiest chair, and the Newspaper—acquiesced. “She supports us all,” Ma would say flatly. “If all she asks is a hot bath in the morning, by hook j or crook, she’ll get that bath." And Mona got it. It took a little conniving with the janitor, but that was managed. A rich warm bath, creamy with scented salts given to Mona at Christmas by Lottie, ten minutes’ relaxation in the dismal tin tub. Another five minutes and Mona had dried her slender body, donned the wispy georgette thing she wore under her slip, brushed her bronze into its customary waves, deftly turning the ends into A roll at her creamy neck, touched her lips carefully with lipstick, and drawn her tailor-made wool gown over her head, settling the white frills at neck and wrist with a speculative frown. A delicate film of powder came next. Mona’s smart little hat was drawn on carefully. Her purse—there. Her coat and gloves—here. Barring an accident or two, and breakfast in the offing, she was steady. Other girls at-the law office wore Silk dresses of frlashy color and design. Cheap, typical. They were the dresses offered in many shops on lower Broadway. One could not, It. seemed, bring one’s salary very far from Wall street.

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But Mona, sent by chance on an errand for her employer's wife (serving on a charity committee), had observed that this exponent of the envied class wore black wool with delicate collar and cuffs. The frills of Mrs. Gerretson's gown had, in fact, cost a trifle more than the brown crepe frock Mona was wearing. Real lace was too expensive for Mona, but it was not long after this encounter that she disposed of the brown crepe and appeared at the office in tailored black wool. By some odd chance Bud Moran, Mona's brother, was not only at | home, but was up betimes and breakfasting. Sleek of hair, shifty%yed and morose, Bud sat at the other end of the table, busily engaged in consuming a bowl of cereal and milk. Mona thought she had read somewhere that men ate far more sensibly than women, as a rule. Well, it was the only sensible thing he did. His activities worried Mona. Bud was furtive, mysterious. Never a day passed that Mona quite escaped that nameless worry over her brother. She saw vague disgrace ;n the offing. a a a THERE was orange juice for breakfast, scrambled eggs, and golden toast liberally buttered. The delicious scent of coffee had been filling the halls for half an hour.! Ma poured a steaming cup and set it beside Mona’s plate. In a clean print house gown, Mrs. Moran was taking her com- i sortable way between table and stove, chatting busily, neither wait- | ing for nor expecting response. She announced that Kitty’s marks at school were better this month. “You see, Min, what a little interest in them teachers does for .a child?” For Ma, swathed in her best black, had bustled over to have a talk with Kitty's principal. Mona smiled. She knew that, most likely Miss Preston, with hundreds of children to dpal with, did not know Kitty Moran by sight. Mrs. Callahan had new linoleum for the kitchen. About time Joe did something for his mother except bring his girl in for dinner every Sunday. The Donahue twins were teething. The Caseys were going to have one of them new French telephones. If Min would leave her silk underwear out on a chair, Ma would rub it out and press it. There was no sense to Min’s tiring herself out at night after work. “It’s your day to visit your father, anyhow,” Ma observed somewhat unnecessarily. Mona was as likely to forget to go to the office as to the hospital on visiting night. “Tell him I’ll be over Sunday,” Ma went on. She always said that. “I’ll roast him a chicken. Kitty can go ’up to Alice’s—” As Ma always cooked something for her husband, and as Kitty always spent Sunday wtih Alice, this required no particular response. Alice was Mona's elder sister, married these two years and much against Ma’s wishes. However, after the deed had been done, Ma was the first to give Alice her support. Most of the baby’s finery had been bought by Ma from dimes and quarters saved painstakingly out of the housekeeping money. Mona suspected that Ma’s movie money found Its way into the same fund. a a a IT had been Alice’s rather unfortunate marriage which had set Mona against marrying a poor man. Her sister, once so sma.rt-looking, skipping off to work every morning, so proud of her ability to help with the family expenses, was now, after two years of married life, a changed being. Dressed sloppily in house dresses, her hair straggling about her neck, ! her face guiltless of color and her skin unpowdered, Alice struggled half-heartedly through her day’s work in a badly furnished, rather malodorous little flat. There were always, no matter at what time of day one might call, dishes soaking in the sink, babies’ clothes draping the radiator, something stewing on the stove, and a broom to be stumbled over in the dark hallway. The baby always was ailing, always whimpering in apologetic little moans. Jim, the rather disillusioned young husband, usually

sought a poolroom after the casual, badly-cooked meal Alice would set out for him. Mona could hardly blame him. It was amazing that this drab, uninterested. unkempt little creature could be the gay, chic Alice who had gone off to so confidently to marry Jim. Whose fault was It that their! marriage had turned out so badly? j Nobody's, probably. Just the pressure of circumstances. “Where’d you get the orange juice ?’’ remarked Bud. It was an unprecedented extravagance in the Moran household. Minnie’s beau had brought her home from a party in Brooklyn, Ma explained. “And this is what he stops and buys at one of them markets on Washington place. A crate of oranges, mind you! Drinking, I’ll bet. Anyhow better than a lot of orchids!” She pronounced the word “orchards.” Ma had met that exotic .flower only in print. “No,” Mona said. “Mr. Hart stopped to talk-to one of the market men in Washington street, mother. You know they get there late at night and wait until morning when the hotel people buy. “Well, then, Mr. Hart wanted to buy something, too. The crate was right there and he couldn’t take it home very well to his club, so he gave it to me. He knows we have a large family.” a a a MONA laughed slightly. Cliff Hart was a friend of Lottie’s. Rather a good sort, too. Lots of money, funny roguish eyes, twinkling gray-blue. This rather dashing young man. in a humorous frame of mind, had insisted on driving Mona home via Brooklyn bridge. The party had been in Seventy-first street.

'S'BCDK A DAT 8Y BRUCE CATTON THE way in which the shifting patterns of America’s cultural ground have brought about changes in the nation’s literature makes a fascinating study. And an excellent discussion of it is contained In “American Literature and Culture,” by Grant C. Knight. Knight, begins by examining the literature of the colonial period—a literature almost unknown to the ordinary reader of today, but significant, nevertheless, for its reflection of the prevailing intellectual temper of its time. Then he takes up what he calls “the literature of romanticism” —a literature which, he says, began with the revolution and petered out late in the nineteenth century. There follows a discussion of the “realists,” under which heading he groups practically all American writers since 1900. Rightly enough, it is the romantic school to which he gives the most space. Some of his comments on the individual writers of the first half of the last century seemed to me to be extremely good, specially his pages on Emerson, Poe, Whitman and Melville. The section dealing with modern writers is perhaps the least satis-factory-v-as, very likely, is only natural. His treatment of Dreiser is good, but his remarks on Lewis, Anderson and Cabell (to mention only three) sound like excerpts from a dissertation to a class in freshman English; In the main, his book is a good one; not too profound, perhaps, bqt thoughtful, .neatly written and interesting. Published by Ray Long and Richard R. Smith, it sells for $3.

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TAKZAN AND THE ANT MEN

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once engaged in conversation with ma concerning a talk at school on the subject of vitamines. “You are early, Bud,” Mona remarked with lowered voice. “Everything all right?” Bud’s eyes shifted and he looked at his sister uneasily. “Yeah.” There was a pause. Mona knew what that meant. “It’s up Fordham way. I’ll need carfare, Min.” “Bud, I’ve got 50 cento to last until tonight. There is carfare, there is lunch and a shine.”

“Make one of your swell friends buy your lunch.” The girl’s lips tightened. “I don’t do that, Bud.” “Well, they buy you dinner ” “That’s different. I’m out of the office then. And I don’t dine with anyone I’ve met through the office.” It was one of Mona’s unbreakable rules. She had heard Mr. Garretoon thus instruct a young lawyer. “Never play round with an employe or a client.” There were plenty of others to

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show Mona attentions. Yes. but they didn't invite her to lunch. “I'll give you 15 cento and that's that,” Mona announced after an unsatisfactory inspection of her purse. “You must h&ve something with you. You have cigarets ’’ “There’s a quarter on the shelf Bud can take.” Ma called in quickly. “I have ice, and milk, and there’s fruit ” “Don’t give him any money. Ma.” threw in Kitty unexpectedly. “Make him walk to Fordham. Do him good.,

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Or” pertly—"get that girl of hla to give him a lift in her car.” a a a THE conversation at the table ceased abruptly. “Who says I’ve got a girl with a car? Bud Inquired in surprise. “I say so.” Kitty appeared in the doorway, conscious of the backing of her mother who had followed her in innocent Interest and stood close at hand. “I say so and so does Isaz-’ Flynn. We saw you yesterday at the corner.” (To Be Continued >.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

At this point a warrior hoelhago, King of Veltorismakus.” he droned, “thy daughter, the P.'incess Janzara, has come and would see the strange slave from Trohanadalmaku. She craves the royal permission to enter. “Conduct the princess to u!” commanded Elkomoelhago. She must have been waiting within earshot just outside the door, for scarce had her father spoken when she appeared upon the threshold followed by two other y*yng Women, behind Whom were a half dozen warriors.

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