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JILL
CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL WENTWORTH, heroine, attractive debutante.
ALAN JEFFRY, hero, rising young ar-
tist. BARRY WENTWORTH, brother. JACK WENTWORTH, Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress.
Jill's
Yesterday: Jack Wentworth rescues Sylvia from near drowning in the lake and thereby paves the way for a new romance, much against Mrs. Wentworth's plans.
CHAPTER FOUR
OR a moment, Jack, looking like F some blond young Viking, and Sylvia, her wet hair falling back from her white face, were outlined in the doorway. “Somebody get some brandy, quick,” Jack commanded. “And a blanket to put around her.” Mrs. Wentworth moved about mechanically, giving orders to the servants. Barry had brought the brandy | and stooped to hold it to Sylvia's lips. But Jack took it from Barry's hand. { “Drink a little of this,” he said| gently, as though oblivious of the others grouped about the room. | “There, that's fine.” Color was coming back to Syl-| via's cheeks. She glanced won-| deringly up into Jack's face. “I was wondering what you would look like,” she said. “You were the gamest—" | “You were pretty swell, vourself,” | came Sylvia's weak voice.
u u = “Y WAS on my way here,” Jack | explained to the others, “driving | fairly close to shore. I heard her | call for help. The boat had cap- | sized and she was trying to swim in. Lucky she wasn't far from | shore.” “It seemed a long distance vier) you were swimming in with me,” | Sylvia said. Tears stung Mrs. Wentworth's eves. It wasn't fair for Jack to meet Sylvia in the role of a res-| cuer, with angry elements providing a dramatic backdrop. Jack was good-looking, and girls were romantic and impressionable. She hoped it would continue raining. Rain would provide an excuse to break up the house party and £0 into town. But the next morning there was | little evidence of the past night's fury except broken branches on the ground and rubbish washed upon the shore. { A zephyr-like breeze moved the bright awnings again. The lake was calm as glass, deeply blue. Taking its mood from the serene skies. N the afternoon, Jack—who had | been following Sylvia about like ! a constant shadow—took her out in a boat. Barry, sitting gloomily on the pier, watched them start off. “Jack has promised to teach me how to fish,” Sylvia said, hurriedly. “It's the one accomplishment that was Jeft out of my training.” “You are wise to take your handsome life guard along with you,” Barry said. “Another storm might | come along. Maybe that's what he hopes will happen.” Sylvia's face flushed. It was poor | sportsmanship for Barry to pretend | that Jack's bravery was a spectacular gesture. She glanced at Jack. She liked the way he was bending to the oars, paying not the slightest attention to Barry's ugly thrusts. | It was late when they returned. “Everybody will be wondering about you,” Jack said. “If it were | not for that, I'd keep you out here | to watch the moon come over the | lake.”
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2 2 2 «“y ET'S.” Sylvia's voice was eager. + “They will know no harm could come to me on a lovely evening like | this—not with someone whom swam | the lake with me in a cyclone.” “How you exaggerate! Only a few | yards.” i “How you underestimate.” Their laughs blended, while the | boat rocked idly on the shadowed water. “It was fortunate for me that you came when you did,” Sylvia said in a serious tone. “I'm wondering how it could have happened.” “I suspect things are meant.” Jack's earnest tone matched her own. “It all seemed to have worked | out. I didn't come on the party be- | cause I expected a classmate to be in town several days. But he had to] leave today, so I drove over here.” “And then you heard me call | for help.” Sylvia's voice urged | him to repeat the story | “Yes. I had slowed the car | down for the tum. At first I | thought I was imagining things. | But I stopped the car, and next | time I heard you call quite | clearly.” “I didn’t call until I realized I | couldn't make it in,” Sylvia said. | She shuddered a little. “Stop thinking about it, Sylvia,” | Jack spoke gently. “I'm going to | take you inside where it's cheer- | ful. I've kept you out too long.”
HE chain grated as Jack se-| cured the boat. He assisted | Sylvia out of the boat, and they | stood for a moment, his arm lightly | supporting her, | “When I said people would be | wondering—I ment Barry,” Jack said. “Why?” “You see, I had the impression | as we started off that Barry was| pretty much upset. I had a feel-| ing—it was a pretty definite feel- | ing—that perhaps I was cutting in. That you and Barry—" He stopped. | “It was natural for Barry to] feel upset,” Sylvia said. ‘He | doesn’t like the position you! placed him in. He left me on the | lake and you went in after me.” “Don’t be too hard on him. He must have been pretty sure you had gone in to shore.” “Would you have gone back?” “I'm an imaginative chap,” Jack | answered, trying to speak lightly. “Barry isn’t. He never thinks of danger.” “At least you're very loyal.” There was an edge to Sylvia's voice. The moon had come up, and now was pouring a silver flood over the pier where Sylvia and Jack stood looking unhappily into each other's eyes. There was no enchantment, though, for the two. They began walking slowly toward the house. “The Jake Is spooky at night” Sylvia sald. Her voice was stiff with pride. ‘Those cypress trees look like ghostly old men dipping
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T least two people were glad | over. Mrs. Wentworth and Jill. The former realized the party [ had been a failure, so far as her | own matchmaking plans were con- | cerned. She was sure, however, | that no real damage had been done | to Barry's romance. Jack and Syl- | via had been thrown together only | one day. When they returned to | New York and he learned that Barry was seriously interested in | Sylvia, he would step aside. Soon | Sylvia would forget the exciting | rescue, and turn to Barry again. | Meanwhile, Jill was congratulat- | ing herself that, somehow, she had | successfully forestalled one of | Milo’s inevitable proposals. She | was glad to be back in town. Now, | she would brush up a bit on the | | happenings in the art world. There was Elise Woodworth, who had sailed the debutantic seas with her two seasons back. Elise had turned definitely “arty.” Once, last
| year, she had accompanied Elise
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| to a one-man exhibition of pictures. The young man—a new-
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comer—had been sponsored by a rich, elderly woman, whose name mean? crowds.
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ILL remembered that Elise had said: “When rich old ladies get tired of their Pekingeses, they attach some poor young musician or artist, and pull him around by a leash for a while.” But Jill couldn't picture her cool, proud young artist being pulled about and shown off. She would call Patty Ralston. Patty, who had swooned with delight over everything from the newest tennis idol to the latest longhaired idol smasher, in college days, had at last got herself tagged “author” and was doing a book with an art colony as a setting. Patty's friends were not only authors, they were designers, decora-
She would drive across town and see Patty, who could always be counted upon to speed life up, if it ran down. J Patty—a thrill chased up and down Jill's spine at the mere thought—might have heard of some one-man art exhibits!
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LAINE regarded her husband of 23 months with an absolute absence of enthusiasm. In just a
moment, she knew, he would trans- |
fer, with the air of a research chemist, exactly two level spoons of sugar from the bowl to his coffee cup.
And then he would stir. And stir |
and stir and stir. She felt the tenseness of the moment in every fiber of her being; perspiration, cold as the morning beaded her forehead. She steeled herself for the ordeal. Denis Vane, unaware of his wife's observed that it wasn't the heat, which was fierce enough, but the humidity. And that it surely
| ought . to. rain, because it was so | close. “And, anyway, we need rain,” | he said gravely, reaching for the
sugar bowl. Elaine found herself gripping the edge of the breakfast table. Her
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| invariably of a rambling and tedious | nature and her gentle but insistent | questioning seemed to have no effect. And then there were other vital matters. The way, for example, he | undressed. If they had been out | somewhere, he would always keep his hat on until he had pajamaed | himself. The way he would take one ! shoe off and drop it, and then wait | a full minute before dropping the | other. At such times, she would, to { keep screaming at him, put her | fingers in her mouth. on on n | ND, too, his rendition, day after day, of a melancholy dirge | called “The Cowboy's Funeral.” He | would, and did, execute this with
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he becomes a barking dog; or of a | water. person who sees a white monkey sitting on the foot of his revolving bed. If, she prayed, he would take only and merely jiggle it around in his cup instead of stirring as though he were mixing paint. And the days and hours of her married life marched before her, a hideous succession of interminably repeated trivialities. There was, for instance, the case of ‘The Cowboy's Funeral.” = =n = UT it all started, she supposed, pefore she was born. She lost her father soon after she had been she had no brothers. She had been a shy child, extremely sensitive, and much given to romantic imaginings. And then, shortly after the wedding ceremony, she awoke one night and heard her husband, soundly
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Mind Your Manners
EST your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. If you are leaving word for a person to telephone you, should you leave your number as well as your name? 2. May a telephone number be printed on personal stationery? 3. What might a secretary say to a telephone caller if she has to keep him waiting while she looks up information necessitated by the call? 4. How might a man announce himself to another man whom he is calling on business? 5. What is the best way to begin a telephone conversation when one has called to give an order to a business firm?
What would you do if— You are resuming a telephone conversation after having had to leave the telephone for a minute or two— (A) Begin your conversation where you left off? (B) Say, “I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Brown”? (C) Say, “Thank you fer waiting, Mr. Brown"?
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1. Yes. 2. Yes. 3. “Will you hold the line, please, while I find out about that?” 4. “Good morning, Mr. Smith. This is Mr. Jones of Campbell & Son.” 5. “The furniture department, lease.” “Please take for—"
Best “What Would You Do” solution, either “B” or “C.”
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their long, thin arms into the water.
| But the matter of the coffee just (now occupied her full and wundi- | vided attention. | He grasped the bowl and slid it | nearer across the jonquil-yellow ta- | ble top. His eyés narrowed speculatively as he lifed the spoon, twiddled it to remove superflous grains, until there was an exact level spoonful. No more; no less. He emptied it into his cup. Denis Vane had a lean and eamnest young face, pink and moist now, and with an unhealthy gleam in his fine dark eves. He sold insurance— and doing right well, too, thank you.
= ” ” LAINE inhaled, with a slight whistling sound, and felt hysterics creeping upon her like a cat. She unclasped her hands from the table and moistened her dry lips. Her cherry-red finger nails went rat-a-tat-tat on the edge of her plate. Denis measured another spoonful of suger, and his hand seemed to tremble. He emptied the contents into his cup, picked up his spoon beside the plate, and begun to stir. Elaine, every nerve taut as a harp string, drummed away on the plate’s edge. Suddenly Denis shoved his chair back and flung his spoon against | the garbage pail. He loomed above | his wife, with an expression on his sharp face as wild and wrathful as a Rasputin. And in a high and toneless voice, said he'd be everlastingly damned but could she, for once in her life, quit trying to drive him crazy with that insane tap-tap-tapping on the table? = = = |i, amas mouth fell open. Her husband—or was it, actually ?—sprang for his coat and hat and lurched out of the door. Presently he reappeared in the doorway, projected a palsied finger in her direction, and yelled: “You make a—a seance of every meal I've ever had in this house.” His face worked weirdly; there was blue lightning in his eyes. And, furthermore, he hoarsely wanted to know, why in the name of all that was sacred must she always cut her toast up in four exact pieces? Why not three, he inquired at the top of his voice, or just two? Or why dissect it at all? Whereupon he disappeared, and soon thereafter the front door closed with a bang that shuddered the house. Elaine closed her mouth. = sn = OR a long time she sat very quietly, gazing at a single American Beauty rose in a thin, green vase, that Denis, for no reason at all, had brought home with him the night before. “Oh, just a little thing I picked up,” he had said. After a while she got up and retrieved the spoon. And then she went out in the hall and seated herself by the telephone. Her patience was rewarded a half hour later. The phone buzzed. She picked up the receiver. “Yes?” she said, and her voice was soft and pleasant. “Of course you didn’t dear. . . . Sure, I mean it. . + . I—=I understand,” she quavered weakly. Later, while doing the dishes, she caught herself humming “The Cowboy’s Funeral.”
THE END. The characters in this story are fictitious. (Copyright, 1937, United Feature Syndicate)
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Q—How did Col. Charles A. Lindbergh return to the United States after making his New York to Paris flight in 1927? A—At the invitation of President Coolidge he returned on the U, S. cruiser Memphis, and landed in Washington, D. C.
Q—About four- years ago I saw Ronald Colman in a motion picture, in which he played two parts. What was the title of the play and the name of the leading woman? A—The play was “The Masquerader,” and Elissa Landi appeared opposite the star.
Q—Was the fight between Max Schmeling and Joe Louis in 1936 actually held on the date for which it was scheduled? A—The bout was originally scheduled for Thursday, June 18, but because of rain was postponed until Friday, June 19.
YOUR HEALTH
By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor N some industries in which portions of the skin are frequently rubbed there occurs a thickening and irritation of the skin at various
points. Among miners the condition is called beat hand, beat elbow and beat knee. In the condition called beat hand the skin of the palm of the hand is inflamed and swollen from the handle of the pick. The conditions affecting the elbow and the knee are similar and develop from pressure and friction against the floor and the walls of the mine. Glass blowers get large callouses on their hands. Workers in tar and petroleum products have the danger not only of the irritation fronr these substances, but also from the possibility of cancers developing at the spot where the tar and oil may be rubbed into the skin. The physician who is expecting to determine whether or not any diseasé of the skin is due to an occupation must make a special study of the case to find out exactly how the irritation occurred. Sometimes the difficulty will be due to some substances with which the worker comes in contact in his home or in his recreation rather than in the plant. Nowadays so many people have photography as a hobby or use lacquers or varnishes around the home that they may suffer from irritations due to such causes rather than from chemicals with which they come in contact at their work.
ECENTLY medicine has developed a method known as the patch test for determining whether or not a skin disease is due to some chemical substance. In the patch test a weak solution of the suspected substance is made. Then a piece of absorbent cloth about the size of a dime is saturated in this solution. This small patch is applied to the arm or the leg and is covered by a piece of cellophane held in place by a piece of adhesive plaster. A similar patch without any of the chemical substance is placed on the opposite arm or leg. The patches are left in place for 24 to 36 hours. If there is sensitivity to the chemical substance an area of redness promptly appears at the point where the chemical is applied but does not appear on the other side. Workers whose skin is sensitive to various chemicals may protect themselves by the wearing of rubber gloves, by the use of hand cream after washing with soap and
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SO THEY SAY
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water, and by frequently washing the hands so as to free them from chemical materials while at work,
Just as soon as it is realized that any considerable number of em-|Japan militarists envision. They ployees are developing industrial | mean to create a Pacific empire dermatitis, the industry will itself | which will include all the lands of develop suitable protective methods. ' the Pacific.—Chengting T. Wang,
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If we are ever called upon again to strike against General Motors, we will be so strongly organized the men will be able to do their strike ing while fishing along a river bank, Somer Martin, head of the UAWA.