Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 October 1937 — Page 20

MARY RAYMOND

CAST OF CHARACTERS JILL WENTWORTH. heroine, tive debutante, ALAN JEFFRY, artist BARRY brother. JACK WENTWORTH, Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTON, oil heiress,

attrae-

hern, rising voung

WENTWORTH, Jill's step

Yesterday: Jill meets Alan again, dines with him and Mrs, Wentworth assumes that Jill has met a rich man!

CHAPTER SIX THEN a girl falls in love, the first thing she does usually 1s to go on a splurge of shopping. This new mood of Jill's—of wanting things to make herself more beautiful-—was one Mrs. Wentworth could understand. It presaged orange blossoms and wedding chimes. so when Jill returned more hand-made gloves than knew what to do with, Mrs. Wentworth overlooked the extravagance Even condoned it. Only a man, she decided, could have put that soft, dreaming look in animated Jill's eyes. Jill had only seen Alan Jeffry once since the day she found him exhibiting his beautiful paintings (o a still hopeful mother and her twn daughters. She was going to him again this afternoon, this time through Jill's own clever maneuvering.

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~HE had at last located Patty S Not iwo blocks

south of Miss Lancaster's, as Patty had said, but three blocks. On this particular afternoon, Jill had inveigled Patty, who was not in the least interested in art, into going With her to see Alan's pictures. Another girl Ardath Holm. Patty had prepared Jill for the interesting Miss Holm before she arrived home from work ‘T've taken a girl in with me’ <he said. “Writing books isn't any short route to a Park Avenue apartment Paving rent for this dump has put an extra wrinkle in my fair brow. So I snapped up this model.” Jill laughed “She has a look. this girl,” Pati) sized her up 8&s Aa shark. Or sharkess, She had a French mother and a Swedish father, which might account for a lot of mixed emotions But wait until vou see her.”

was With them.

and hungry said. "T've man-cating I should say.

lean

» » = ATTY'S description had not prepared Jill for the new girl's strange attractiveness. Ardath was thin, with flaxen hair, which she wore coiled around he: head like a cap. giving her a foreign look. Her eves were a goldencray, fringed by black lashes. Tt came to Jill suddenly, that Ardath Holm was strikingly like a tiger, Patty immediately liked Alan more than his landscapes, though <he admitted they were very good. She won Alan's friendship when she sineled out for her most extravatribute a picture which proved to be his favorite: “Sun Over Seville.” a brilliant study of a Spanish fiesta; glowing. flashing with color. and animated with graceful movement “All the colors.” lv, “ran right down from vour fingers!” Jill saw Alan flush ure. She stood back listening to patty being witty and intellectual And watching Ardath being quietIv “dumb.” Tt wasn't the usual Kind of “dumbness.” Jill was admitting to herself. Ardath. looking silently at the pictures out of her sirange eves was perhaps registering more than the articulate Patty

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HE main thing was that Patty was really impressed and her intelligent interest was to Alan. “That voung man is in a devil of a hole trying to buck this town without friends and money.” Patty said to Jill later at her apartment. Ardath Holm had gone to her room. “He told me he had left his home because he had to leave it. Whatever that mav mean. Anyway, he looks as though he has had some bad breaks, and I'm afraid there'll be more of them.” “Don't you chance here?” ously. “He may be heaven's own gift to the art world, and I'd still bet he hasn't a chance to earn three square meals a day unless he gets in a better place, where Mr. and Mrs. Money-bags can peek in. Tt won't help much if you and I and mavbe the folks across the hall drop in to cheer him on, will it?” “No.” Jill admitted. slowly. '‘The thing to cdo, Patty, is to sell a picture.” “How long do vou think $100 or even $200—and I'm boosting the possibility—would last?” “But, Patty,” Jill exclaimed “good pictures bring thousands!” “Not from an unknown painter My dear, when did you matriculate in kindergarten?” n » n

ROPERLY subdued, Jill became inarticulate. But her brain was functioning. A plan was growing. It had started out as a germ by a chance remark of her The thing to do is to sell a picture!

has a anx-

he queried

think Jill

The next time she saw Alan was |

a date. He had invited her to lunch and they had gone to Miss Lancaster's. She had gone to meet him in a taxi. There were no night shadows

to hide a swank roadster, that was |

damning evidence against her. She was glad, now, that Alan had

rived home.

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And | home with | she |

heartening |

without | | richer importer, was here to

own. |

Some dav nc But not until

things he despised. would have to know,

| he knew her better and realized that

she cared as little as he for elaborate living. Meanwhile, he must sell that pic-

| ture.

After the luncheon, Jill went straight to her father's office. “What's on your mind, young one?" Jill thought her father's voice sounded a little tired. How gray his hair was, with the light from the window falling on it. keen eves there were new wrinkles. “Why,” Jill thought with a surge of tenderness, “dad's getting old.”

“I was wondering, dad,” Jill said, |

going directly to the point, if I could be terribly extravagant.” She saw the surprise in her father's eyes. “1 gather you aren't about parties and clothes. be something very special.” EJ » »

“YT is very special,” Jill replied.

talking It must

“Dad, I want to buy a picture.

A really grand picture, and I want to pay a big price for it.” “You want to pay a big price for i.” “Yes.” “Hmm. “Yes.” “A ‘man?’ She nodded. £30002" John Wentworth face. Brains and beauty. could trust his lovely girl. “He must be an extraordinary voung man.” her stepfather teased, “to have a beautiful girl wanting to play Santa Claus. You won't pay him a cent less than $3000?’ “No, I won't.” Jill smiled at him. “I don't mind paving top prices for what I want. And I want this more than anything in the world.”

Is this artist a friena?”

“Dad, could I have

studied Jill's Yes, he

“I used to think vou were Scotch,” | want- | ing to spend as much as I wanted

Mr. Wentworth said, ‘never to give you. But you are not Scotch at all. Just a big-hearted American girl, trying to smooth over the bumps for an artist chap she's interested in. Do you want the money in a check or cash?” “Cash, thank you,” Jill said, happily. Besides being so big-hearted, I'm being very careful that he won't know about it." n » » : FTER all,” Mr. said, “it's ‘vour Some day. Jill, vou'll rich voung woman. 1 have never told vou, but all my fortune, and it's very large, will be equally divided between you, Jack. Barry, and Evelvn. So I guess $3000 is not

Wentworth own money, be a ‘very

so much to spend on something you |

want.”

Under his |

talk about leaving Jill said with a | lump in her throat. “I couldn't | bear to think of not having you, | dad.” “Sometimes,” | | “I'm afraid I don’t talk over busi-| ness matters enough with my fam- | lily. You know, Jill, all this money lis bound up with the company. | | dependent upon its success; de- | | pendent upon the good will of] bank heads who negotiate loans; | dependent upon markets and trade | relations; affected by the fluctuation | of world affairs. “There have been bad times in| the past few years. It has been la battle Jill, but I think the worst | of the fight is safely behind. Just | the same, we never relax vigil-| ance. Something, some unforeseen | crisis, might topple the whole works.” “Dad!” Jill cried, her eyes misty | | “1 didn’t know! We all take every- | thing for granted. We've been SO | busy being rich, we never stopped | | to think how hard it is on you | Dad. honestly, if you ever get | tired of fighting, I wouldn't mind being poor.” ” » » OHN WENTWORTH'S voice was J husky. as he patted Jill's slim hands. “Don't worry your pretty head a moment. The old Rock of Gibraltar could be smashed, I guess. But 1 have an idea it never will. Our company is just about as strong. And it will be as long as men like Oscar Montanne believe in it.” He left the room. Jill sat soberly for a moment. She was | ashamed of the little fineasy prickle along her spine. Tt was natural for Dad to like Mr. Montanne, who was always ready to come to his aid financially. Just as it was natural for her not to like Mr. Montanne's son, who counted on his father's money to make friends for him. “Just the same,” Jill thought unhappily. “I wish he hadn't mentioned Milo's father just at this mo- | ment. It's silly, but somehow I don't feel quite so happy.” \ She managed to lift smiling eyes as her father entered the room. He | handed her a roll of bills, which Jill stuffed into her purse. | “I feel like the sole owner of the | mint,” she said. “A hug and Kiss is mighty little thanks, Dad.” “Jill, be careful,” her stepfather | warned. “No one ever yet bought happiness.” “This will,” Jill boasted, “because | it's somebody else's happiness I'm buying." Afterward, boast.

| “Don't let's | money to people.”

said, soberly,

| he |

she remembered that

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

THE FAREWELL—By

Calvin Stuart White

EE SING'S thin, wrinkled hands ¢ trembled as he took the little silver statue of Shou, the God of Long Life, “I—I thank you,” he quavered. and then sat down suddenly. All around him members of the Hop Chow tong were clapping loudlv and smiling at him, but Lee Sing could not see them very well. He could see only dimly the gleaming outline of the God of Long Life ana he touched it gently with his fingers and felt very happv. What an evening it had been! There had heen all the rarest delicacies of old China—duck a la Peking, sharks’ fins, crisp bamboo

shoots from Canton and fragrant |

old samshu wine. Theres had b2sen much laughter and many speeches and even the giving of this fine gift —all for him, Lee Sing. He raised a corner of his gray silk gown and dried his eyes. The ‘banquet was undoubtedly the biggest and finest the Hop Chow tong had ever given; it must certainly be the best New York's Chinatown had ever seen. Why, even Bock Chong, the very pay him honor. Bock Chong was seated at the end of the long table with his friend Yang, joining in the toast to the respected guest. “You must come to the dinner we are giving for Lee Sing tomorrow night,” Yang had said to him on

Mind Your Manners

EST vour knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. If your hostess asks you to come to a Halloween party in costume, would it be rude for vou to disregard her request? 2. Should a guest feel free to stay out of any game that he thinks is too silly to play? 3. Should a man expect a girl to go with him to a party to which he has been asked but she has not? 4. Do Halloween pranks that are destructive indicate that the person who plays them lacks the qualities of a wellbred person? 5. Should one enter into the spirit of Halloween by taking harmless pranks good-na-turedly?

What would you do if— You are a hostess and a young man tells you that he would like to bring a girl that you have never met to your party— A. Say, “By all means, bring her along”? B. Say, “TI would like so much to have her come, and I will invite her right away’? C. Say, “You tell her that 1 sent my invitation by you"?

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Answers 1. Yes. 2. No. A party is no time to be aloof. 3. No, and she shouldn't go if he does. 4. Yes. 5. Yes, or appear to be lacking in manners—and a sense of humor.

Best “What, ‘Would You Do” solution—B,

the telephone, “and then you will | see what comedy and tragedy really are.” ” » » HEN the toast was finished, the importer whispered, “Now will you tell me who the venerable Lee Sing is, and why vou are giving a banquet for him?” “He is but a poor man,” Yang! answered softly, “who can neither re d nor write. But he is a ‘man of whom the Hop Chow tong should be proud. He is an idealist. He is | a great man.” “Why is he a great man?” “Because he thinks he is a mem- | ber of a great race.” “But everybody admits the Chi- | | nese are a great race, Yang," Bock Chong chuckled. “Ah, then you know | story already—except that you do | | not know what kind of an flealist! | the honorable Lee Sing is. To him |

the whole |

| everyone who is important is Chi- | nese. He thinks the mayor is Chi- | nese. He thinks the president is | | Chinese. He told me the other day | that Confucius wrote the Constitution.” Bock Chong looked again at the old gentleman in gray. “He has hallucinations, then?” n n » “PPERHAPS his head is a little | wrong,” Yang agreed, “but he | lives in a better world than you or I. You see, Lee Sing and his par- | ents left Fukien for America when | he was very young. He has been | a barber in a little shop on ‘fracy | St. for 20 ‘years, mavbe 30 sears. He would have gone back to his na‘ive province long ago except that there was no work chere for a barber. But now they don't wear | pigtails anymore in Fukien, so he is | going back. And then we no longer | will hear him say that the Queen Mary was copied from a Shanghai junk, or see him early in the moming at the Battery, kowtowing to the Statute of Liberty, which he believes is the Great Buddha.” “But why does the tong him to go at his age, Yang?” “Because he thinks that China is a land of milk and honey. Every- | | thing that is perfect is in China. For | years he has been talking about it. | ‘about the great pagodas of solid | gold, about the Palace of the Three | Kingdoms that is higher than the | Empire State Building, abou! the infinite lotus court where the Empress | Dowager lives. To him it is all like | a fairy tale. Tt would be a shame | to keep him from it.” n » » “IPUT there is war and bandits, Yang, and a great famine. It | is like a place of pestilence beside America. When he finds out, great | heaven, he will die of a broken heart!” | “But you do not yet know ail, my | friend,” Yang answered, smiling. | “Last week we took him to a doc[tor for an examination and we | found out that he has very bad | heart trouble. He cannot live more than a few months at the most. | You see? In a few days we will {put him on a boat, a very slow | cargo boat.” | The banquet was overt now and the members of the tong were beginning to file out the door. Lee Sing the barber was carefully putting his statue of the God of Long Life back into its gaily covered box filled with cotton. 1" . 4. And ‘somewhere ‘in ‘the middle of the Pacific he will die,” Yang finished. “He will die like a true idealist and will be buried in | his beloved Fukien. Is it not wonjderful? All Chinatown is laughing and crying for Lee Sing.”

THE END. | The characters in this story are fictitious. (Copyright, 1937, Unied Peature Syndicate)

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor | OUR skin is living tissug—not just an envelope on the out- | side of your body. The skin has, | indeed, been called the mirror of | the body because many of the con- | ditions which affect the human being as a whole have symptoms re- | lated to the skin as one of the signs | that there is something wrong. | In the skin are the nerve endings which make us aware of the | sensations of cold or of warmth and (which let us know when something from outside is touching the body. The skin of a grownup person weighs about six pounds. If spread out flat on the ground, it would cover an area of about 16 to 20 square feet. The blood vessels in | {he lowest layers of the skin run in waves or little hills. These are responsible for the ridges on the | palms of the hands or the tips of | | the fingers. No two human beings | have these ridges in exactly the | |same form. | Some forms of skin disease wie | | quite definitely hereditary. Color | {of the skin is dependent largely on | inheritance and to some extent on | [the amount of blood in the vessels | beneath the skin. If for any reason | | these blood vessels contract so that | ‘they do not contain the normal | lamount, of blood, the person looks | pale. ® ® Ww | HE skin also regulates the tem- | perature of the body by se- | creting water which is evaporated | from its surface or by holding back | water and thus preventing evapora-

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