The Syracuse Journal, Volume 28, Number 33, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 12 December 1935 — Page 6

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SYNOPSIS ■ ■lm... ? Peril)* Fairfax and Corar Maidan are to bo married tbe next day at lx>veH Terrace, tba Long Island lummar home of Jonn LovelL her ataptather. Oath* ered for the wedding are Tony Gaskell, best man. a successful Philadelphia law. yer; Hilda Sheldon, maid of honor: and Pete Wilson and Bob Colon frUnde of Malcolm Fairfax. Parilla s brother, who are to bo oshora Corey, whoso homo Is in Richmond. Is eery wealthy and live* the life of a country gentleman, but baa made an intensive study of the religions of the world, and Is considered an authority Ho is thirty-eight and Perine only twenty four, but It is a true love match: neither ot. them gives serious ■consideration to the difference in their ages Corey’s mother Is an invalid and is unable to make the journey to attend the wedding. Everybody la buev the afternoon and evening before the wedding aiding in the preparations. Ineluding Jane I.a timer. Mrs Lovell's pretty and efficient social secretary.

CHAPTER I—Continued “Mrs. Lovell wants you. Miss Latimer," Gaskell said. “Come back when you can. won't you?" -Yes, Indeed.” and Jane ran away. “1 don't know how HI get along without Jane.” said Periila; “I think I’ll have to have her when 1 get hack. May I. Corey, If 1 can get her from mother T’ “You may have anything or anybody tn the world that I can get for you." “Noyr that’s the sort of husband to have,” said Hilda. “I hope to goodness that’s the sort I get I” "You will have, if you take me.” exclaimed Malcolm, who, as they ail knew, was deeply In love with bis sister’s friend. "Don’t bother me about It today." she returned, airily. “I’ve one wed ding on my bands now, and I never consider more than one wedding on any one day." "Don’t take It too hard, dear," PerIlla begged her. "I’d bate to have you overworked to bring my wedding off properly. Are you letter perfect in your pari. Corey I Or shall we have a rehearsal?" “Oh. have a rehearsal I” cried Jane, who had returned to the group. •They’re such fun ” “But not a dress rehearsal." Periila decreed. “Come on. and dress for dinner now. and we'll have the rehearsal this evening." So they all went to their various rooms. Malden, however, did not appear until Gaskell was ready to go downstairs. “Go along." Corey said. "1 was delayed talking to Mr. Lovell about some affairs. You go on. and If I’m late they'll excuse me." “Righto I” And Gaskell hurried down the stairs, taking three at a time because be had had a glimpse of Jane Latimer through a doorway. After dinner. Periila declared the rehearsal should take place at once. "Is everybody here that belongs in the procession?" asked Malcolm. “All but the Tenney girls,” bis Meter said. “You and'Bobby run over and get them and we’ll haie all ready when you get back." „ "Now. who. for mercy's sake are the Tenney girls?" exclaimed Tony. "Haven’t we enough glrla around here now?" “They’re my bridesmaids.* Periila told him. “They're darlings, and they live Just op the road a piece." The great drawing room was soon arranged, and under the orders of Miss Latimer and Mrs. Lovell, all the necessary furniture was put In place. Flowers and ribbons were not In evidence, and tbe altar could not be put In till morning, but there was enough scenery to work with.\ "Periila la beautiful," said John Lovell. watching the graceful figure of his stepdaughter as she made sure things were as she wanted tbe>u. "They all ire,” returned his wife. "1 never saw a lovelier wedding group. And here are tbe Tenneys, quite in the class with tbe others." But Corey Maiden, looking srt bls chosen bride, wondered bow anyone could see any charm tn tbe others. As Perl I la’a great dark eyes met bls own. and her perfect mouth made a smile Just for him. be told himself be bad won the very pearl of girls. He wondered a little at bls marvelous luck. He was handsome. In a dignified way, bad all tbe courtesies and graces of bls southern breeding, but be was nearly fourteen years older then Periila. and years count with a young glrL But be knew well that bls darling was marrying him because of her love for him. ber dear precious love that left no room for doubt of ber fealty, loyalty and true sincerity. To the idea that she was attracted by hla wealth he gave no thought. Dearly as Periila loved beautiful belongings, much as she ’ cared for the luxuries of life. Corey Malden knew that her affection for 'him was tbe mainspring of her existence now. Tbey had often talked over the difference tn tbelr ages, and bad pot It from their . minds And Periila herself knew ber own heart. She was sure of ber love, sure of her faith, and she was as happy as it Is possible for a girl to be. Maiden’s father was dead, and bls mother, because ot Incurable arthritis, was unable to attend tbe wedding. So they had planned their trip to Include the Malden home in Richmond, and Periila was as anxious to meet Mai den’s mother aa bo was to present his bride Tbe Tenney sisters, neighbors and long-time friends of Periila. were ex cltedly asking questions and making comments, their big blue eyes dancing with delight at every new detail of Interest They nude up the list of tbe bridal party, and aa Mrs. Lovell bad little to do to ber part she took charge. But tbe young people were entirely conversant wltb the tricks and manners of up-to-date weddings, and after going through tbe maneuvers twice, declared ttMQF de it hlindfoktedL Tut lunnej girls, esenrtea oy Man and at Mm JUirs suggestion* Per IHa and til Ida wert at once scot to bed. . ;

CAROLYN WELLS Copyright by Carolyn Wells. WNU Service. pered good nights tn tbe nail,*/ Ute pleasant voice went on. “Now. Jane, you and I will look after a few tittle matters, and then bed for ua. too. John, I can't dictate to these young men as I do to the girls, but yon see to It that they go to their rooms soon after Malcolm comes home." CHAPTER II Malcolm and Bob came home soon, and Mr. Lovell handed over his wife’s instructions" about getting to bed early. "Sults me all right" Malcolm said. “I feel like the dickens. I’d no idea getting married meant such a lot of fuss. Got any aspirin. Dad? I feel a nervous headache coming on. and 1 want to be right for tomorrow “ “There's some upstairs, son, I'll give It to you when we go up, and I think we'll go now." “Don't cake aspirin, you old back number." advised Gaskell. "I’ve a much better dose. Made up for me by an A-i doctor, who knows bls business." “Sure It’s all rightF’ asked Malcolm “Quite sure I Famous doctor’s pre scription and well known chemist’s make-up." Tony took a small phial from bls pocket “1 always have ’em bandy. Subject to nervous sleepless ness myself. I'll take mine now." He took a small white tablet from tbe bottle and awallowed IL with a sip of water. “Give me one. will you?” said Mr. LovelL "Just what 1 want" “All right air. Help yourself. 1 want you to have one. Corey." He handed one to Malden, and passed bitu a glass of water. Mr. Lovell scrutinized tbe label "Ob. I know these people, doctor and chemist both. Whatever tbey put out Is ail right Give me one for Mrs. Lovell. will you?" “Take the bottle, sir. 1 can easily get tbe prescription filled again." “Thank you. Tony, you are surely a capable best man. I’m sure It will do ■Mr'll" BL ■ Periila and Hilda Were at Once Sent to Bed. Ellen good. Now Fm going upstairs, and 1 advise you to follow pretty soon." Malcolm took a tablet, remarking that the bouse seemed like a sanitarium. “Hurry along," said Tony. "We don't want to enact the eeven sleepers tomorrow morning." They all went upstairs then, and to their rooms. Malden and Gaskell shared the large double-bedded room, for which Mrs. Lovell bad apologized, saying she bad not expected Malcolm’s two friends to stay overnight Next morning no one overslept Gaskell, opening his eyes, found that the prospective bridegroom was al ready up and In possession of the bathroom. "Take your time, old top," be called tbrougb the closed door, “end wake me up when you come out" Malden soon appeared, and gave bls sleeping comrade a shake. Tony opened bls eyes and looked at him. “To think." be said, “that I’ve full charge of you for nearly a whole day. You've got to come when I say cometh, and go when 1 say get out! How’re you feeling?" “Fine, couldn’t be better. Your little pellet worked like a charm." Corey Malden went downstairs slowly. He was a thoughtful sort and the fact that it was bls wedding day Im pressed him more sentimentally than It would many. Thought of the cere mony was a bugbear, but It would soon be over and he and Periila would go away together to find their own life happiness. Most of tbe men were at the breakfast table, but the girls did not appear. “How Is Mrs. Lovell F Tony inquired, and ber busband replied. “Fine. She took one of your pellets, and she slept like a cherub all night She’ll be down soon. You youngsters better eat your breakfast now.” Just as tbey bad finished tbe cater era arrived and tbe group at the table rose and scattered. Malcolm grumbling that there ought to be a taw against anybody's sister getting married. Tbe men went out on the screened porch, and drifted off to different pursuits, ."All right about tbe will?" asked Tony as be and tbe bridegroom,-: strolled down tbe garden path. “Yes. I fixed It with my lawyer to be In Philadelphia tomorrow morning and meet me there. It's aU ready but tbe signatures, and he’ll have wit nessea, so I shan’t need you for that where. it here’s*? u« of the addresses. The first lot send

days. Wltb mother, you Know. And sbe'U Invite tbe whole town to see Corey's bride. She’ll adore Periila, as who doesn’t? I’ll write you from there any further directions." “How long shall you be away?" “Haven’t a notion. Just aa long as Periila enjoys motoring about tbe South. We may go to. some of the gay resorts, if sbe wants to. She’s the cap tain." “All right old man. And 1 won’t put it In words, but you know, after our years of friendship, that I wish you and her all the happiness In the whole big world.” Malden made no reply, but his handclasp spoke better than words. “Now.” Tony said, resuming bls generalship. “you’d better begin to assume the royal garmlnks. You march, air. to the robing room. Instanter." And at tbe same time. Hilda and Jane were trying to get Periila Into her bridal garb. A coiffeuse came and. did ber hair, and Miss Periila promptly shook It town and twisted up her curly locks tn her usual careless fashion, which, incidentally, was far more becoming. She was ready tn good time, and a fairer, lovelier bride the sun never looked upon. Noon came; noon went and. Periila Fairfax was now Mrs. Corey Malden. Congratulations over, breakfast was served. James Lovell was only a step father, but no real father could have put more affection and tenderness tn his voice when he proposed the health of the newly married pair. An orchestra gave delightful music and soon the guests were dancing and hilarity ruled. Perhaps Mrs. Lovell enjoyed the scene mors than any one else. Her busband was what is called well off. but tbelr Income was as naught compared to tbe Malden fortune. And the fact tbat Periila bad married the owner of those millions was as balm to the mother's souL Not. tbat she was a fortune-hunter, but few women would not be glad to see their daughters so fortunately settled for life. Moreover, Corey was a charming man. Older than Periila, to be sure, but In looks and behavior often younger than bls years. And a man of delightful manners. Scion of one of the first families of Richmond, bow could be be otherwise? Thus ran Ellen Lovell’s thoughts, when Tony came and sat beside her. “It’s about time to bid your baby good-by," he said, gently. “Do you want to take ber Into some other room?’ Almost at the same moment Bob Coles appeared. ‘•Mrs. Lovell," he said, “Periila wants to see you alone, before she goes, and the time is flying.” ’Thank you. Bob, I’ll go to her at once. No. Tony, you bring her to me, in my little sewing room.” Mrs. Lovell went off, and Gaskell found Periila and asked ber to follow ber mother. Tbe girl looked at him pleadingly, but as Tony bad no idea of what she wanted. If anything, be merely escorted ber to the staircase and she went upstairs alone. Sbe found ber mother awaiting her. and Mrs. Lovell was astounded to find Periila with tearfilled eyes. "What la the matter, child?" she asked, restraining her anxiety. "Tbere’s nothing wrong, is there? Just a bit sad at leaving the old borne, aren’t you?" “Yea—that’s IL" but Periila spoke brokenly and Ellen Lovell knew the words were not true. "Well, brace up now. You must be getting dressed. And remember, dear. 11l write you every day. and you write me whenever you feel like it Come, dear, don’t spoil things at the last mln ute." "It Isn’t that Mummy; you’re on the wrong track. I’m no* afraid of Corey, or lonesome for you. It’s—lt’s Bob—" "Bob Coles! What do you mean? Has be been teasing you?" “More than teasing. He Just now whispered to me to remember that be once told me that if I married anyone except him he would kill either the bridegroom, or me. or himself." “Good heavens, child, be didn’t mean that You must know be didn’t" “I didn’t think he did at tba time, but today, a few moments ago,; be reminded me of It and he was—oh, he looked dreadful" “Well, come along, dear, and get off with Corey, and forget the very fact that Bobby Is io existence." Ellen thought little of Periila’s fears; sbe felt sure it was a natural nervous ness, and that Bob had been merely chaffing ber. That he loved Periila. she knew, and be bad often begged her to marry him. but Periila was a one-man girt and ever since sbe had known Corey she bad cared for him. “It Isn’t imagination, dear." Periila said earnestly to ber mother. “Bob has been queer and frightening all day. and last evening, too. Ask Malcolm, be noticed It Now, Hl forget him and go away, but I want you and dad to keep an eye on him, will you?" “Os course we will. Now, wUI you be good?" They went to Perilla’s own room, and changed her beautiful white gown for a russet brown knitted silk and a modish hat The great ball was crowded with tbe guests eager for a last glimpse of tbe now flushed and smiling bride. Halfway down sbe threw her bouquet It was caught by Hilda, which was not really surprising, as Periila threw It directly at ber. and Tony Gaskell assisted It a bit on Its csnrae. The ear was waiting, and Corey himself helped his wife in. At the wheel was Boynton, skilled chauffeur and mechanician, who could, as well, act “is Corey’s valet With him tn front \was Sarah, one-time nine, and now iqald of her beloved Periila. As Corey got tn. he paused a moment for a last word with Tony, when Bob Coles took the opportunity to Jump on the running board on the other side and give Periila a long, deep kiss, not at all the sort of kiss to bestow In The girl turned watte, out preserver ! ■ ;

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ner poise, and calling oet a gay goodby to alt clasped Corey’s arm as a signal to start “Home. James I” Malden shouted, and fluttering handkerchiefs and scarfs waved a farewell. Tony Gaskell turned to tell Coles what be thought of him, but suddenly decided not to. Hla work as best man was done now. bls trust was over. And while be regretted Bob’s rudeness. It was not now h<s business to remark upon to Stepping past Coles as If be were n«-t there, Tony turned bis attention to Ellen LovelL “Everything went off all right* be said, cheerily, “but I’m quite done up. You fellers don’t know what bard work it is to be a best man. Well, anyway, It’s a gorgeous night to go to Philadelphia in a car *ke that!" It was about five o'clock of a crisp, clear October evening. Tbe party watched for the last view of the speeding car as it made for New York, and then turned back to the bouse. Tony still made no difference tn his attitude toward Bob Coles, but he kept his eye on the young man. \VhaL he wondered, made the kid do that? Os course, be was in love with Periila. but. for that matter, who wasn’t But one needn't behave like a boor. Chancing to catch Ellen’s eye be walked leisurely toward her. and said in a low tone. "Best let It pass?" “By all means.” she replied. "Talk to me about It later." “1 ought to go home.” Gaskell said, hesitantly. “Oh. no." she responded. "Stay overnight anyway, for the dance at the club. Can’t you remain a few days? We’d love to have you.” “till tomorrow nlghL then," he agreed. Meantime the big car bearing Mr. and Mrs. Corey Malden was speeding through the Hudson tunnel. Periila bad taken off ber bat and gloves, and after ielilng her busband he was a really lovely man. so he was, bad calmly put her head on his shoulder-and gone to sleep. Not until they neared Trenton did she waken, and smiling into Corey’s eyes, began to talk. At the same time, making use of her vanity case, sbe discussed every detail of the wedding, pausing now and then to bestow rapturous caresses on tbe man of ber heart and to wonder if they would ever reach Philadelphia, as she was simply starving. “And what about Bob Coles?” Corey asked. “Did you encourage him to give you that beastly kiss?" T did not! How dare you hint such a thing? But he’s not to be mentioned In polite society any more. And if you ever let him come near me I’ll get a divorce I Now, Corey, tell me all about it Where are we going first?" “To whatever hotel in Philadelphia you like best." "Lordy, I don’t care. I hardly know 'em apart" “That’s what I thought So I Just engaged a suite at tbe one 1 like best I have to see Garth tomorrow, you know. Then do you want to stay another day, or push on?” “Oh. push on. I want to get to Washington, and then on to see your mother, and then—what?" "Let's wait and see how we feel about it when the time comes. Let’s Just drift* r 'That’s what I think. You’re a lovely thinker, dear. Oh, look, we must be coming into Philadelphia. Isn’t it exciting!” •Tomorrow we’ll take a little drive along tbe Wissahlckon, and still have time to see Garth, and push—■" “On to Richmond! But I’d love to take that river drive." "Let’s go to England. Periila. Have you ever driven through Devonshire and Cornwall?" ° "Do you mean go now!" “Oh, no. After we get all settled In the apartment Or whenever you like; but soon. And we’ll do a bit of France, too.” “Life seems like fairyland,** and she sighed happily. "It’s going to be, for us,” he declared. But he spoke without knowledge of tbe future. Next morning Periila said she would accompany her husband on his visit to the lawyer’s house, where tbe important business was the signing and witnessing of Corey’s wilt It was a somewhat long document but It had been prepared and drawn up days before. and Maiden knew every word of It The principal matter was that the bulk of his immense fortune was left at his -death to his wife,' Periila Fairfax Malden. Lawyer Garth, quite familiar with the finances of the Malden family, was Interested to see tbe girl who had won bls client’s heart But no one could be other than pleased at tbe delicate beauty of the face and form ot tbe bride. PerIlla’s dark eyes were deeply lashed, and ber olive complexion and small dainty features, accompanied by a blrdUke poise of ber bead, made up a brunette beauty not often seen. The will witnessed and stored away tn Garth’s safekeeping, he summoned bis sister and a Utile celebration took place. ’.‘Baltimore next atop." said Corey, in answer to Garth’s inquiry as to tbelr itinerary. “Then Washington and Richmond." As they drove back to the hotel they changed their minds about the river drive and decided to push on to Baltimore. They reached there In time for a late dinner and found a sheaf of telegrams. Periila seized on these gleefully, and took them with her .to their rooms. “You may have some of them," she said, picking out several addressed to Corey. “We’ll have dinner up here in our sitting room," she decreed. “Sarah, get me into a negligee and then you take yourself off to a movie. Teli Boynton be may go. too." “Here, here,” cut in Corey, laughing, “don’t usurp all my rights and duties, Sarah, you send Boynton to me, I’ll give him hla orders.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Golf is Scotland io 163 S Scotland’s first printed reference to °Tb *” Ke? * Ji Li -

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Grandmother Believes Health and Wealth Responsibilities

Asserting that their grandmother is “old-fashioned and ignorant of modern methods of life," the two grandchildren of a famous financier publicly asked for her removal as their guardian. The shortcomings of which these children of sixteen and seventeen complain on the part of their grandmother are not with reference to of financial affairs. Jt is not her faults as an Investor oK which they complain in asking to i<&ye her removed as their guardian. No. The matters in which she Is “teffi old-fashioned” doubtless come closer—in their opinion—than that! Probably she is old-fashioned in such annoying matters as health. At her age she may be foolish enough to imagine that at sixteen and seventeen one Is still growing mentally and physically, and that wholesome living is of paramount Importance. Probably she cannot see the benefit of burning the candle at both ends. Faced with a choice between dancing and sleep, she is probably unreasonable enough on occasions to rule out the dancing. And perhaps she is old-fashioned in money matters. Having been accustomed to wealth long enough to have a true sense»of values, she probably objects to extravagance. Too old to see clearly, she probably feels that merely having money is no reason for dissipating it. Indeed she may even feel the possession of wealth as a responsibility, and try to train her grandchildren to self-re-specting handling of It from that point of view. Being old-fashioned, she may feel, too, that having money is not enough to bring one complete satisfaction in

Women Beat Men in Male Roles: More Streamlining Opera audiences this winter will see a large number of small sopranos In men’s pantaloons and knee boots. A manager of opera stars says that streamline figures are enabling women to look more convincing in male roles than the men themselves when high notes are required. He added that If slender sopranos keep on counting their calories, men who can sing falsetto may have to start looking about for women’s roles. “Faust.” “Fidello.” “Rosenkavaller” and “Mignon" are among the operas in which women are taking men’s parts. Week’s Supply of Postum Free Read the offer made by the Postum Company in another part of this paper. They will send a full weed’s supply of health giving Postum free to anyone who writes for It —Adv. A FRESH ONE A college professor and his wife entertained at dinner a few weeks ago. In the midst of tbe gayety at the table a child’s voice was heard coming from the floor above. “Mother!" "What is It Archie?" she asked. “There’s only clean towels In the bathroom. Shall I start one?” Hardly! “My dear,” said the professor’s wife, “a truck ran over your best hat" ’’Really?*’ answered the professor. “Was I wearing it r* Mechanic Needed “Nothing can mend a broken heart." “Except re-pairing." — Pearson’s Weekly.

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life. She may be urging them to sow the seeds of future usefulness—and therefore content and happiness—in study and serious thought about taking their place in the world as the grandchildren of a man who from humble beginnings became the ruler of millions. That, of course, would seriously interfere with their preoccupation of having a good time. Yes, the grandmother is doubtless old-fashioned in all of those ways. And they are ways which can be very annoying when one is sixteen or seventeen with plenty of money and- no dearth of people who are quite willing to let one be one’s own master. © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. nouselioki ® © Questions' Cakes and pies will not burn while baking If a sheet of asbestos is cut and fitted into gas stove oven. • • » If skins peeled from apples when making pies are boiled until soft, then strained into pie shell befofe putting in apples, the flavor of pie Is improved. • « • A space should be left between walls of refrigerator and dishes containing foods to allow free circulation of air. This preserves the foods. • • • To remove lodine that has been spilled on linen or cotton, make a paste of starch and cold- water and spread over stain. Let stand until dry, then brush off. • • • When roasting beef have oven very hot at first to seal In juices, then reduce heat, cooking more slowly. • * • • When making frosting always hold pastry bag In the left hand with tube close to the spot on which mixture is to be spread. Press bag lightly with the right hand to force mixture through. • • • Electric refrigerators should be cleaned once a month; Wash out quickly with a lukewarm solution of 9 bicarbonate of soda or borax. • • • When salt hardens in shakers, remove tops, turn upside down, fill wltb hot paraffin and place upside down on a smooth surface. Before paraffin becomes too hard open holes In shaker tops with a toothpick. Salt will keep quite dry in shaker when covers are treated In this manner. In arranging the table for your bridge luncheon you can get the most distinctive effect by choosing a luncheon set of that sheer cathedral linen done in pastel-tinted embroidery. They are a change from the usual type of Italian linens. • • • Always remove egg stains on table linen before sending to the laundry. Soak linen in cold water to remove stain. Hot water sets them. © Associated Newsoaoers.—WNU Servlca. Deep Finance, Hence It’s Difficult to Understand The son writes—Dear Father: I want 2 pounds very badly. I am sending this by a messenger who will wait for your answer. If you could only see the blushes it cost me to write you this you would take pity on me. "P. S.—After writing this I felt so ashamed that I ran after the messenger to get my letter back, but I couldn’t catch him. Heaven grant It may never reach you I And father replies—Dear Son: Cheer up and stop blushing. Heaven heard your prayer. The messenger lost your letter.—London Answers.