Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 October 1937 — Page 22

JILL

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

hero, rising young

Jill's step-

Yesterday: Jill conceives the idea of buving Alan’s picture through an agent in an effort to give him a start in the world of art. Her father warns no one ever bought happiness.

CHAPTER SEVEN UYING “Sun Over Seville” was accompanied with more ease than Jill dreamed possible. She arranged the purchase through an art dealer, with whom the Wentworth name had worked magic. He promised to seek out

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negotiated.

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waited in the vicinity of the tele- Ly phone for all one day and part of | of |

the next. On the second day her vigil, she was rewarded. “Something has happened,” came Alan’s excited voice over the telephone “Something extraordinary. I've got to tell you tonight. we have dinner together?” “I'll meet you,” “at Miss Lancaster's.’ “I'll come out for you, Alan swered. He laughed. “I really can afford to taxi all over the city. Jill, something wonderful has happened!’ ” n " OU said that before,” Jill said, | crisply. | But this—you don't undersatnd— this is the most extraordinary thing. | Shall I tell you how?” “No! Not now!” Jill cried, vehemently. It would be like taking the wrapping off a Christmas packing before Christmas, if he told her over the telephone She wanted to be across the table | at Miss Lancaster's, watching Alan's | dark gray eyes lighted with the | wonder of it all. Success touching giving wings to his thoughts, | making his objectives concrete, lifthim bevond nebulous planning into the practical realm of going ahead! l eep the secret until I get there. | 1

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nN m taking a taxi this moment. 1t to get away from the sixes and | sevens of home!” Jill, you child.” 1

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5 afterward they sat across from each other at a mall table. There was a radiance | t them that caused others to e knowingly. An observing waitress purloined vase of fresh flowers for them, ing away the dejected blooms t had centered their table. Alan Jill were obviously studying the iu and quite as obviously perfectly indifferent of it. Caviar or cheese. What did it matter? “Do we tell the news as an appetizer or dessert?” Alan asked Jill. “Appe You dont think I could sit through a whole meal without knowing.” He leaned forward, his gaze in-| tent on Jill's. “Jill, I've sold a pic-| ure!” The way he said it! He might have been saying: Jill, I've purchased the Chrysler Building! Jill, I'm endowing the Metropolitan Mu-

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the | young artist, and buy the painting | who |

Could Jill volunteered,

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| was no time for him to see the | Wentworth town house. = = = LAN spoke suddenly. “All right. | Have it your way, Jill.” He | tenisend that Jill did not want him | to accompany her home. He tried, | reasonably, to justify her. There | might be an old grouch for a father. | A nervous mother. A living room | badly in need of new furniture. | Foolish reasons. All of them. But girls had strange notions about things. The taxi rattled along, circling about: the city, doubling back on tracks. And then, suddenly, they were both very quiet. A lump was in [Jill's throat. It was happening. He ( was falling in love with her. She | knew it without words. But of course that $3000 must be saved for more practical purposes. “I suppose,” Jill said, “you'll be | leaving the city and taking a place somewhere else—" “Yes. As soon as my month's up . Saturday.” Passing along Banks street now ‘ Southern street past | the Berkeley, which Jill remembered was said to be the oldest apartment | hotel . . . Southern street again. | “Where to now, sir?” called the perplexed driver. “Just drive.” ” n » HE cab swung around and Alan settled back. He took Jills hand again, pressing it hard. An arm encircled her shoulder. “It's coming!” Jill thought. She didn’t know just when, but she was sure it would be only a matter of moments before Alan kissed her. But, abruptly, Alan was telling

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the driver to stop. “It’s getting late,” he said. “You haven't any business going back alone. But if you insist, you had better start.” They climbed out and walked through the park. Jill could see the lights of the bus coming nearer. Soon she would be on it, whirled under the tall arch, under the words written there: “Let us raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair. The event is in the hand of God.” Jill didn’t know whether she had been very wise. She didn’t feel very honest, somehow. The event, she hoped for him and for herself—was in the hands of God. = ”

HE felt very small, very uncertain and uneasy, standing beside Alan; watching the lights of the bus come nearer. It stopped. A young girl with a gay, red feather in her hat, tugged confidently at the arm of her young man as they clambered aboard. Two older people—an acideyed woman and a jolly, roly-poly looking man waited for Jill and Alan to climb aboard. Suddenly, Alan put his arms about Jill, crushing her close in his arms. Kissing her long, hard and desperately. “All aboard,” grumbled the conductor, doubtless envying Alan. Jill, released, ran up the steps. From her seat she gazed down at Alan with eyes like stars. The bus clattered on. Jill's thoughts sang with the stars. The event was in the hands of fate now. She sent up a little prayer.

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

LOST HUSBAND—By Josephine D. Motley

“YT doesn’t pay to lie. No, it doesn't,” mourned Sylvia Todd as she turned her roadster from the main highway into the back of the churchyard, which bordered the west end of Home Place. She stopped beside the neat, green trailer, parked in the grassy lot. No matter if I did think it was a white lie, she thought, and told it for protection. There's only one thing left to do—go. For two delicious weeks Sylvia had had her trailer parked in the

| rear of the churchyard. Here she

had fallen irrevokably in love with Jim Irving. Now she must leave. Wearily she let herself into her portable home. Mechanically she set

| about preparing her evening meal. = = 2

OW had it all started, anyway, this silly adventure of hers, touring the country, selling magazines and living in a trailer? Of course, Aunt Martha's $1000 legacy was at the roct of the whole dis-

| couraging business, which had be-

gun as a lark. The lie of having a husband she had assumed for a protection. Even an invalid husband inside the trailer would be like a watchdog around the corner. So Sylvia had invented Mr. Todd. In the beginning she had bought a

| man’s nightshirt, pair of pajamas

and a bathrobe. When she stopped at a new camp she hung out a wash. There in plain sight, fioated the evidence of a man. After a month of sojourning she felt satisfied with

| her plan; then she approached the

In exactly that tone. =» = LAN'S voice was sounded solemn. It hurt Jill, and at the same time made her happy. Suppose, she hadn't thought of doing this simple thing for him that was bringing him such happi- | ness and giving him a sense of power | and command? | “I'm so glad,” Jill said, simply. | “It’s wonderful!” | “But, Jill! I told you this is the most extraordinary thing. You won't believe me. Youll think I've suddenly gone stark crazy. I have sold the picture for $3000.” Jill's voice was calm. it was worth it.” “Worth it!” Alan stared. “You're an infant in arms. How many artists without reputations sell pictures for $3000? Name one.” “I don’t know any artist except you.” hen you can't realize how amazing this is. The old codger must have been as crazy as a loon.” “What old codger?” “The eccentric old wouldn’t pay a cent $3000.” Jill laughed. “It sounds queer.” “It is queer. He bought it through a dealer who wouldnt give the man’s name. It seems this old fellow goes abot appraising pictures, | and if he sees one he likes he buys | it for what he considers it is worth. A bit touched, don’t you think?” “Touhed?” “Crazy, then,” said Alan. crazy.”

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E was studying the glowing tip of his cigaret now, and missed the smile in Jill's eyes. After a moment he looked up. «I remember an old graybeard who came in twice. He would look at the other pictures, but he would always come back to ‘Seville’.” “yes” Jill said softly. She persisted loyally: “Just the same, I'm | cure it was worth every bit of the! money.” «The funny part of it is that you may be right” Alan replied. «Though, somehow, I feel like I've robbed a bank. It's the best thing I've done anyway. I put more into ¢ than any other picture I've paint- | ed. I tested out a lot of theories I have about color and color combinations.” The lightness had gone out of his voice. It was intensely serious, stirred by emotion. =

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HEY left the tearoom and went out into the warm, autumn | night. Alan signaled to a taxi. In the darkness of the cab they moved closer. “Let's ride around for awhile” Alan whispered. “I want to celebrate extravagantly, recklessly. If vou only knew all the corners I've cut and the pennies I've saved.” He groaned. “On one condition,” Jill said. take a bus home alone.” “Great heavens, Jill! I take you home?” “I'm being awfully foclish,” Jill said, “but, please not tonight.” Jill was frightened. Tonight with | the sense of a miracle upon him'

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T had been a hot summer noon when she entered the village of Home Place for the first time and saw the sign above the churchyard entrance: “Travelers’ Rest.” Syvlia decided to stay. That afternoon she flaunted her washing.

Mind Your

Manners

PP \EST your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should a woman wearing lipstick be careful to hold her lips tightly together when she is trying on dresses in a store? 2. When a woman is trying on a dress and doubts that it is large enough, is it right to go through the motions of driving a car to see if the seams will stand the strain? 3. Is a customer being courteous when she says to a clerk “I'm just looking” and refuses the clerk's help? 4 Should one thank a stranger who gives him information? 5. Should one ever talk with a cigarette hanging from his lips?

What would you do if— You are a man who had no secretary and a woman comes to your office and stays so long she is interfering with your work— (A) Say, “I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me now for I have some work that can’t wait”? Bring the conversation to a close with a remark such as “I'm glad you stopped by, Mrs. Brown”? Glance at your watch and say, “If you are going north I'll walk up the street with you. I have to stop in at the bank”?

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1. Yes. Women who are careless about doing this ruin

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many dresses by smearing them with lipstick. 2. No, for if it is not large enough she may ruin a dress for the store by pulling it at the seams. 3. It is better to tell the clerk what one wants. 4. Certainly. 5. No.

Best “What Would You Do” solution—“B” is best if it will work. You might have to employ “C.”

Next day she had been driving back to her home on wheels from the city. She had just come in sight of the white church steeple when a lire went flat.

Sylvia walked to the general store and met Jim Irving.

“Oh, you're the folks with the trailer in the churchyard,” said Jim. “Come, get into my car. I'll give you a lift.” Driving, he asked, “where you from?" : = = 2 or EW York,” replied Sylvia, and added the lie, “my husband is recuperating from an illness, I'm helping with the business, managing sales. We're cruising the country.” He astonished her then. “New York's my home, too. My job hit the rocks a few years back, and I brought my mother out here. She'd always longed to live in a peaceful village, and we found Home Place. 1 own the general store and the bungalow next door to it. But last fall mother died.” “Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry,” murmured Sylvia. When the tire was patched, Jim said, “I carry a line of groceries, dry goods and auto accessories. If I can be of service again, let me know.” Sylvia suddenly realized that this above all places was the wrong place for her to have hung out the night shirt, the pajamas, and the bathrobe.

= = = HE soon learned that if you wanted to buy anything at Home Place, you went to Irvings, and every time she went there, she saw Jim; and every time Jim started to talk to her about New York he ended by inquiring about her husband’s health. Yes, it was time to move on. Sylvia knew that she must go before next week. She was not hungry. She wanted to cry. She got out of the trailer, turned her face toward the setting sun and began to walk. If she had not lied she might stay. Now her nostrils caught the pungent odor of smoke. She turned and saw black rings curling from the windows of her home on wheels. “The stove,” she gasped. thing's caught fire!” She started to run back. Now she was aware of another figure dashing from the opposite direction to- | ward the burning structure, Jim Irving. “Don’t worry, I'll get him,” shouted Jim.

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® ” 2 OR a moment Sylvia did not F understand. Then she caught on. Jim was going to rescue her husband. “Don’t,” she shrieked. “Stop.” But Jim dashed headlong toward the inferno. He was on the platform now, | battling through smoke. Sylvia was | beside him, catching at his arms, trying to hold him back. “Don’t. Don't. I haven't got a husband. I never had a husband. That was all a lie. I told it for protection.” She choked, stumbled, felt heat, saw blackness, fell. Sylvia opened her eyes on a small tribunal. All the residents of the village had turned out to witness the conflagration and were grouped in a circle about her, all with the exception of one, Jim Irving. Jim knelt béside her. “I was going tomorrow,” she gasped, “before I'd have to tell anybody. I didn't want to lie and I didn’t want to go. It was just that I thought a husband would be a protection.” “And youre not going,” Jim told her masterfully. “In the first place, you've got nothing to go in, and in the second place you're going to stay right here in Home Place and let me show you that the right kind of a husband is a protection.”

THE END

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Q—When were colleges first opened to women in the United States? A—In 1800 women could not enter any college in the United States. In 1821 Emma Willard opened a seminary for girls at Troy, N. ¥.; in 1837 Mt. Holyoke Seminary (later college) was opened by Mary Lyon in Massachusetts; in 1828 Catherine

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YOUR HEALT

By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor HERE are many different causes for changes in the skin. Sometimes it becomes infected by germs or parasites. About one-half of all the skin diseases we now recognize are of this character.

Sometimes the skin becomes damaged by irritating substances or by poisons. Some diseases appear more often in some races than in others.

Some conditions appear more often in women than in men. Women, for instance, suffer much more with nervous eruptions of the skin. Men suffer more frequently with barber's itch and the kind of ‘skin disturbances due to occupation. Children more often have eruptions due to infections, ringworm and eczema.

Older people suffer with hardening of the skin and with cancer. Some diseases appear more often In cold weather; others more often in hot weather. = ” ” ANY of the skin diseases are quite definitely associated with failure to observe reasonable care for the skin. For instance, a strong soap with too much alkali will damage a thin, blond skin. However, that may be the best kind of a soap for a person with a dark, thick, oily skin. Some people simply cannot stand hard water on the skin. In young people with very oily skins insufficient washing is associated with blackheads and pimples. Some people are sensitive to wools and ayes and respond with eruptions. The skin is, moreover, as has been mentioned, a portion of the human body supplied by the same blood that goes to other portions of the body. The taking of the proper food, the use of suitable amounts of rest and exercise, the right amount of sunlight and similar factors will affect the skin as well as other portions of the body.

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Elizabeth Beecher founded the Hartford Female Seminary in Connecticut. These three institutions mark the beginning of higher education for women in the United States.

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