The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 49, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 7 April 1927 — Page 7

LEADING f Jg|F> LADY ~ Ss3t | GERALDINE tS - J BONNER ■< .. . * by nt eoeeS-MERfIIU CQ —<u. -

STORY FROM THE START While despondent over the enforced hiding of her fiance. Jim l>a.!as. slayer in self-defense of Horner Parkinson, member ot an influential family. Sybil Uunsert. popular actress, is «*gaj»fl to play Viola in a charity per’ortn- . ante of ‘Twelfth Night” on Quit fall nd. os the Maine coast. PRO LOG U E—Con tinued “Ytu can always be relied on. Anne, to tactful thing. Walberg was eet on it. Stokes can't be beaten in that rnrt. and he s at lit>ertj. But 1 uasn t going to take any chances of ter refusing, and if Stokes was in the cumpiiiy I was afraid she might-” “l b 1 n't know whether she'd have gone hat far. but It would have s|>oiled ever; thing fur her and for the rest of us, ...» It s alt plain sailing now ex «ept or one thing' —she stopped -and tiiet. n answer to bis questioning look -“ad -lit the police, if they have her under surxe.Hance, as people say. mi. at li they do about it Up thereF The big man shrugged : i inip Ln the village on the mainland they certainly can't come on the island We've sj»cctai instructions aiioui it—no .one but the company to be al owed there till the performance Ind she speak to you about that?" “N she hardly ever aiiudes to the subject- But they would keep a watch on her. wouldn't they?” He nodded, frowning a ‘little at a complication new in his experience: "1 should think so—a woman in her posit »»n. Meft under sentem eof death line been unable to keep away from the sir! they were in love with. And then 'he may know where he la. be In communication with him." , I don’t think that." Anne breithed In alarm. “She’d never take such a risk." . A slight grating noise cam* from the ball. A ine held up a quick Wutioning hand. T ike care.” she murmured. “Here's. Joe.” Joo came in. his Panama hat low <w bls trow. He gave no sign of greeting till he «aw Bassett, then he emitted un abrupt “Hello” and snatched off his hat: “1. ttle Anne’s got a caller. Howdy. Hnxm-u' How's things?” Hr was like Anne, trie same dell cate features, the same long eyebrows and i) ( «- same trick of raising them till Hi. y curved high on his forehead. But his fsce had an elfish, almost matlgn quality lacktngjn hens, and the brown eyes, brilliant and hard, were set too r lose to hl* n<we. He launched forth with a suggestion' : eagerness on the “Twelfth Nigh:' per ormame. lie had heard this ind that, and Anne had told him the other. His interest surpri-.il Ann* he hadn't shown much to her: .•lily a few laconic question*. And she was wundetmg what was in h- mind. -;. >,» often wondered when Joe lield the floor, when a question en ligld »n»'d her: “Have you got anybody to play Sebastian yet?” No 1 wanted that hoy who played with Sybil on the southern tour last year, but he’s .in England. He gave a tic a rate peritanaanco and he surely «.i<l 1 M»k like her. " “T'.at was a lucky chance. You'll juan: profession befo - get myone 'hat looks like Sybil's twin brother. Why. Mrs. Gawtrey. the Eng lo.h stress when she was over here. I jd i l>oy to play Sebastian who looked s .» mm h like her-well. not as much >- I t x.k like Sybil " Baawti had seen his object as Anne bad and was considering. He had ' H.king forward to the week at • lull island’ with Anne, it loomed in i imagination as a festival. There ■would be a pleasant, companionable g*oup of people, friendly, working well tuge her. But Joe among them — Tl e boy. looking down at his feet, said siowly: “V hat's the matter with letting me do it?" -N rthlng's the matter. I’ve no «o;i! t v>u <<>uld. but you and she have ab<>uc as much resemblance as chalk and cheese." Jor wheeled and gathering his coat neat y about his waist walked -across the -oom with a mincing imitation of Sybil's gait It was wel * done that Bassett could not contain his laugh ter. Encourage*!, the boy assumed a combative attitude, his face ittlame with Startled auger, and striking our. at imaginary opponents, shouted: * -\v iy, there’s for thee, and there •nd there and there. Are all the people mad?”' Then as suddenly melted to a lover's tone and looking ardently at Anne said: “‘lf It be-thus to drean then let me sleep.’” “Oh. ne could play It.” she exclaimed. and Hassett weakened before the jJeadins in her eyes. L Ht understood how to manage Joe. be culd keep him In order. The boy Was afraid of Mm anyway, and by this time knew that his future lay pretty well in Bassett's hands. If there was anyt sing Anne wanted that was within his lift there could be no question about its being hers. bhc was, very sweet, murmuring her than :s a* she went with hlru to the door and assurances that Joe would acquit himself well. Bassett hardly twirl what she said, looking into her dark eyes. feeling tbe soft farewell pressure of her hand. Joo had left the sitting room when rhe ’rent back there and she supposed he Ltd gone to bed. But presently he

came in. his hat on again and said he was going out. She was surprised. It was past eleven, but he swung about looking for his cane, saying it was too hot to sleep. She tried to detain him with remarks about the ne*' work. He answered shortly as was his wont with her. treating it as a small matter. nothing to get excited about—alro a familiar pose. But she noticed under his nonchalance a repressed satisfaction. the glow of an inner elation in his eyes. CHAPTER I The performance was over and the audience was dispersing. Some of them had gone into the house, taken the ch.in- e to have a look at it —when the DrfaKOlla were "in residence" you 'couldn't so much as put your foot on the rocks round the shore, others lingered, having a farewell word with the actors, congratulating them—it was. the right thing to do and they deserved it. The committee was very affable, shaking hands Mr. Biassett the director axuL«-*t<-the star. who. tn/ner pace's dress with the paiti! still oht her f:n e. bsiked tired. [KH»r girl, but was so sweet ami unassuming. The fleet of boats, rocking gently on the narrow channel that separated Gull island from the mainland, took on their freight and darted off. They

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started in group- then broke apart The iaunches skimmed, light-winged, the white flurry of their wakes like threads that stretched back to the island. Part of the flotilla carried the Hayworth villager*—all-year residents of the little town on tbe mainland. Some of the more solid citizens were in-the launch that old Gabriel Harkey owned, which had been used by the actors in their wwk’s stay. Hayworth had gathere 1 a great dva! <>f ihformti tlon about these spectacular visitors, some from Gabriel and some from Sara Pinkney who was Mr. Driscoll's housekeeper. Every day she came over to Hayworth for supplies and had to appease the local curiosity, which she did grudgingly, feeling her power. New at last the Hayworth people had had a first-hand view of the actors —the whole company, dressed up and performing—and they fitted Sara Plnk-

Weeds or Flowers in Storage for Memory?

We posses* many treasures that no longer hate an existence anywhere but In our memories. The little, bypath with its tangle of wild roses has changed to a paved street, the old home'has given place to a shop with glaring front. the little group that used to gather, at the piano could gather nowhere on earth now. but they are still ours. Few of us prize as we should God's great gift of memory, or realite what a means of enrichment it Is Intended to be. Whether we will or not. we are continually storing it with supplies for our future. We may gather weeds or flowers, beauty or ugliness, and what we choose wl‘l determine what our memories shall hold in store. Every happy hour leaves Its picture, every unworthy deed Its blot Is it not worth while to think of this In Genu Rarely Seen Many of the most famous collection* of gems In the United States have not seen the light of social function, nor even the les# romantic light of day for 20 years. They belong to old families. the members of which hare lost their taste for expensive adornment but do not wish to dispose of their possessions. It is only occasionally upon the settlement of such an estate that a really rare collection is thrown on the market Owing to a peculiarity of the market value of these stones, most of them are sold to Eun>[<ean purchasers. says the Saturday Evening Post. for the old-time gems were cut'with as small waste as possible with little regard to shape, and Americans demand regularity of facet and bril! Saucy.

uey s toem. ouvia. th.i was Miss Tracy, the one she said ,wa so refined and pleasant spoken. Antbe Duke was Alexander Stokes. An* the woman who stood round and “tended on” Olivia was bis wife Sara hadn’t said much about her. Well, she wasn't of much importance anyhow or she’d have had more acting to do. But that b*y who was Viola's twin, he was Miss Tracy's brother, and Sara had said he ami Miss Saunflers didn’t get on well, she could see K-Though they didn’t say much. And here piped up the butch er’s wife who was more interested in the play than in personalities: “I don’t see how Olivia took rim for the page she was in love with. He didn’t look like Viola In the She was real pretty, but he'd a queer sly mug on him. that boy.” “I guess she was meant vc be blinded by love. And him dressed the same, hair and all. might lead her astray.” “I don't see how you cvulu have 'em look just alike unless ».tiay'd get ar actress who had a real t-*lu brother and maybe you’d go the whole >-ountry over and not find that.” “He ain’t like her no way," growled old Gabriel from the wheel. “I seen ’em both when they wasn't acting and he's an ugly pup. that one.” Then the boat grating on the Hay worth wharf, Gabriel urged them off He hadn't got through yet. got to go bqek for part of the company wt»o were calculating to get the main Une at Spencer, and after that back egain for the Tracy boy. Tbe swaying throng of boats emptied their cargoes and the thick-pressed crowd, moving to the end of the wharf, separated into streams aud groups. Farewells, last commending comments.. rose on the limpid seascented air. The waiting line of motors absorbed the summer visitors, wheeled off and purred away past the white cottages under the New Engtend elms. The matrons sank gratefully upon the yielding cushions, rolling by the dusty buggies, the battered autos, the lines of into the quiet serene country where th* shadows were lying tvng and clear. Yes. it had been a great success; from first to last there hadn’t been a hitch There was one outsider left on the island. Wally Shine, the photographer sent by the Universal syndicate to take pictures of what was a “notable society event” in a place of which the public had heard much and seen nothing. But. unlike th- other outsider*, his impressions, extending over a longer pveriod. bad not been so agreeable. He had seen the actors at close range, in their habits as they iivel lunched with them, watched the last rehearsal. 1 taken a lot of pictures of Miss Saunders in the house and garden. And he had sensed an electric disturbance tn the atmosphere, and come upon evidences of internal discord. That was at the last rehearsal, when tbe poetic Viola had lost her temper like an ordinary woman and jumped on the Tracy boy—something about the place he stood in—nothing, as far as Shine cojild see, to get mad about. And the boy had answered in kind, like the spitting of an angry eat. An ugly scene that the director had t» stop. Then the man Stokes who played the Duke, a handsome, romantic looking chap—something was the matter with him. He had a haunted sort of look as if his mind was disturbed, espeAally when he’d turn his eyes on Miss Saunders. His wife—the woman they called Flora —was on to him. Shine saw her watching him. sidelong from under her eyelids, the way you watch a person when you don't want them to see it. The photographer was sensitive to eniotional stress and he felt it here—below the surface —and was moved W curiosity. The photographs were finished aud tbe group broke up. Miss Saunders atui M;<s Tracy imke<! arms and ::. 'veC off toward the bead'«ands. Receding in the amber light they were like a picture from some antique romance—ti„ n i.oiv and her page. One lb narrow casings of crimson brocade, the other in short swinging .klit and braided Jacket of more sober gray. Shine, fascinated, watched them pacslowly over the burn'.sned grass. He turned to go and saw that Stokes was watching them. too. intent like a hungrv dog. the hand that held a stalk of feathered grass against bis lip* trembling. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

our crowded days, and choose wnat we *IH carry forward with us into tbe years ahead?—Montreal Family HeraliL AU Het Up Two public men in Washington were one day’ talking of the traits or a certain member of congress, who nas a way of permitting himself to get “all bet up” over trifles and who genera’ly makes a great to do with reject to the accomplishment of small things “Yes. sir.” observed one of the men first mentioned, “that chap invariably hitches a Corliss engine to a gimlet.’’ —Philadelphia Ledger. z The Umial Sequence A primary teacher had been trying to teach to say “ate” instead of “et.“ She resolved to give it her personal attention. So when she arrived at school one morning the teacher asked her: “What did yon do after you washed your face this tporning. Bertha?" thinking she would say "I ate my breakfast.” Bnt she received this very natural reply: “I dried IL" Everybody Excited Everybody seems excited these days; people write letters in italics, voices sweet and low have become obsolete: nothing any longer is either good or bad. every thing is damn good or damn bad. And the less vocabulary people have to use. the more they use IL—William Lyon I*helps in Scribner's. The contented man is never pool, the discontented never rich.—Bigbee.

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