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Bonnet, Sun Suit
and Frock for Tot
USING this one clever pattern
(1928-B), you can make a
pretty complete play wardrobe for
your young hopeful. It includes a
scrap of a sun-suit, a sweet little
frock, and a nice, scoopy, eye-
shading bonnet, and every one of
the three trifles takes practically
no time to make. They're all just
as comfortable to play in as they
are cute to look at.
The sun-suit consists of straps
and gathers in the back, and is
perfectly straight in the front.
1928-B
The yoke of the frock is extended
into wings of kimono sleeves, and
rows of braid trim every possible
edge of both the frock and the bon-
net. Simple as it is, the pattern
includes a step-by-step sew chart
as well as complete directions.
Gingham, seersucker, percale and
chambray all come in colors
which are partidularly nice for
tots' play togs like this.
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1928-B
is designed for sizes 2, 3, 4, 5, and
6 years. Size 3 requires 3% yards
of 35-inch material without nap for
the ensemble; 51/2 yards ricrac
braid. Send order to:
SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT.
149 New Montgomery Ave.
San Francisco Calif.
Enclose 15 cents in coins for
Pattern No Size
Name H
Address
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SYNOPSIS
Charming, wealthy Gabriella (Gay for
~hort) Graham, engaged to Todd Jane-
way, returns to a cabin in the Maine
woods accompanied by a friend. Kate
Oliver. The idea of a stay at the cabin
occurred to her when she received a key
to it following the death of her godfather,
Uncle John Lawrence. The two girls
notice immediately that someone has
been. and probably Is, living in the cabin.
Katesuspects that Gay knows the identity
of the mysterious occupant, While the
girls talk, the mystery man returns.
CHAPTER ll--Contlnued
"Impetuous," Kate murmured.
"He seems to be in a hurry."
He appeared almost before she
had completed the thought, a tall,
rangy young man in corduroys and
a leather coat, the brim of a dark
felt hat pulled down over his eyes.
He halted abruptly in the doorway,
stood surveying the brightly lit room
with an expression which changed,
as Kate watched, from brusque in-
quiry to blank amazement. His
face, lean and brown, with promi-
nent cheek-bones and jaw lin% was
vaguely familiar. She had seen him
somewhere, in a quite different set-
ting. Somewhere--
"Hello, John." Gay's voice sound-
ed completely natural, neither very
cordial nor very aloof, certainly not
at all surprised. Kate heard her
rise from the chair. The young man
in the door-way slowly removed his
hat. His hair was thick and dark
and cut short to thwart, Kate sus-
i pected, a tendency toward waves.
She doubted whether, after the first
quick glance, he was aware of her
presence in the room. His eyes re-
mained fixed upon Gay.
"Gay--" he said slowly, incredu-
lously.
He had a beautiful mouth. "Beau-
tiful" wasn't a word you used to
describe a man, Kate told herself.
It was beautiful, though, generous,
sensitive, expressive. Wondering
recognition kindled in his dark eyes.
For an unguarded moment some
strong emotion gave his dark, rath-
er grave face a glancing brilliance.
Kate found herself, in that moment
of silence, almost holding her
breath.
"I have the advantage, John,"
Gay said. "I knew it was you who
was here."
The brilliance faded out of his
face. Kate saw his mouth set a
little grimly.
"You usually have, haven't you?"
he asked quietly.
"Not always." The question
seemed to have shaken Gay's com-
posure. She turned to Kate. "Kate,"
she said, "Miss Oliver, may I pre-
sent-Is it--Doctor Houghton now?"
she asked, turning again to the tall
young man in the doorway.
"Doctor Houghton," he affirmed.
He smiled at Kate a little diffident-
i ly. "I've met Miss Oliver," he said.
*'Certainly. How - do - you - do?"
Kate remembered now. She had the
answer. This was'Dr. Lawrence's
nephew, John, who'd come with him
to Gay's debutante party. This was
the young man with whom Gay
had stolen away from the party that
night. She, Kate, had seen them re-
turning. She remembered now.
Gay's face, soft and bright, framed
in the collar of a white fur coat,
upturned to the tall young man bend-
ing to speak to her in the dimly lit
passage that led to a side-door of
the ball-room.
She had the answer but it did not
relieve her concern. There was
something between Gay and this
young man. Kate felt it vibrating
in the air of the room though the
words they spoke were casual. This
was the motive, then, whether she'd
known he was here or the meeting
was a coincidence. This, he, was
why she bed wanted to come.
Kate gave a distracted thought to
Gay's family, to a blond young man
with charming manners whom she
liked very much.
"Heaven help us!" she said silent-
ly, the shadow of events to come
lying darkly across her mind. And
then, because her rectory past would
pop up now and then, "The prayers
of the congregation are reqt~ested,',
she added.
"'Of course you've met Kate." The
singing vibration was in Gay's voice.
'Tin sorry. I had forgotten."
"I hadn't." He took a few steps
forward into the room. "Miss Oli-
ver rescued me, on one occasion,
from a fate worse than death."
' I remember," Kate said. Gay
glanced at her quickly. Kate was
lighting a cigarette. Her eyes in
the spurt of flame from the match
were twinkling under the frown that
knotted her brows. "You had," she
added, speaking to John, "a tenden-
cy to bolt into empty rooms."
"It was my first .debutante party,"
he said. His diffident half-smile wid-
ening into an engaging grin, ex-
cludec~ Gay. That studied indif-
ference enraged her now as it had
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when she was fifteen. She had, she in reply to her questioning glance, chair, watching the movements of
discovered, exactly the same ira- "Uncle John's lawyer sent one to his hands in the yellow cone of
pulse to do something, anything, to me. I naturally assumed that the lamp-light. She remembered them,
attract and hold his attention, cabin was mine and have used itbrown and strong, against a canoe
"You're looking well," she said. whenever I've had a chance." paddle, brown in lamplight as she
"You're looking well, too." His She had not considered that possl- saw them now, moving chess-men
eyes, regarding her steadily across bility. It was true, of course. It across a waxed apple-wood board,
the space which separated them, held was the only logical explanation. She lean and brownbut unsteady as they
a faintly ironical expression which felt for a moment, in sympathy were now, on me sleeve o~ a wm~e
she remembered very well. "I'm with John who as well as she was fur coat. Hands had an identity of
relieved." The engaging grin slant- the victim of 'some sentimentality their own. She would have recog-
ed side-wise. "Your photographs or eccentricity contrived by a mere- nized them anywhere. Strange and
have given me the impression that
you'd been skipping your vitamins
and losing too much sleep."
"My photographs--?" Gay ques-
tioned.
"The press has been giving you
considerable space recently," he
said in reply.
The press! Had they done some-
thing stupid at home? Gay's eyes
flew to meet Kate's startled glance.
Kate's ~xpression was not reassur-
ing. She looked as though she was
resigning herself to some inevita-
ble disaster. Gay turned again to
John.
"This time you have the advan-
tage," she said. "We haven't seen
the papers for two days."
She fancied, for a moment, that
he, as well as Kate, knew the thought
which had flashed into her mind.
His expression was wholly ironical.
But--
"I was referring to the rotogra-
vure sections," he said, "and the
fifty-cent magazines."
He hesitated, then, "May I wish
you happiness?" he asked.
"Why not?"
"I do wish that for you." He con-
tinued to regard her steadily but
the slanting smile had vanished and
his eyes were very grave.
"Thank you, John."
His steady gaze presently altered.
He glanced around the room.
"I'm a very poor host," he said.
"You've had to bring in your lug-
gage and get your supper. I've been
talking politics up at the village
store. Why didn't you let me know
you were coming?"
The question had, for Gay, only
one implication. Resentment, like a
fresh breeze blowing through a room
too warm and perfumed, cleared the
confusion from her mind.
"Did you think I knew you were
here?" she asked quietly but with
warmth kindling in her voice.
He turned to look at her in sur-
)rise.
"But if you didn't, why did you
:ome?"
Resentment flamed into anger.
But anger was stupid. She returned
his glance directly, her,chin uncon-
sciously lifting, her eyes bright and
scornful.
"You haven't become less--fatu-
ous, have you?" she asked.
"I didn't mean that the way it
sounded," he said quickly. '~I'm not
that fatuous. I meant, how did you
expect to get in unless someone was
here?"
Her level glance did not waver.
His momentary eonfusion gave her
the advantage. She pressed it reso-
lutely, still smarting from humiliat-
ed pride.
"Why should 1 have had the faint-
est idea that you, especially, should
be here?" she asked.
"But who else would be?" His ex-
pression was frankly puzzled. "I've
never rented it. My kid sister had
a house-party here this summer.
Otherwise it hasn't been occupied
except when I've been here."
She pressed her advantage stub-
bornly, incensed by the posses-
sive tone in which he spoke of her
property. "Who gave you permis.
sion to use the cabin at any time?"
she asked.
"Permission--?" He stared at her
in perplexity.
"Didn't you know that Uncle John
left the cabin to me?" "To you?"
"Yes." It was the granddaughter
of David Graham speaking, the
granddaughter of Peter Schuyler,
!secure in her inherited assurance,
quite obviously taking pleasure in
the routing of an intruder.
"But that's impossible," he said
crisplY.
"His lawyer sent me a key three
years ago nearly," Gay said, "just
after Uncle John died."
She watched him intently, expect-
ing some attempt at justification,
explanations, an apology, perhaps.
She did not expect the smile of
somewhat incredulous amusement
which crept slowly upward from his
lips into his eyes.
"Does that impress you as being
amusing?" she asked with dignity,
"Uncle John was my god-father.
There's no particular reason, is
there, why he shouldn't have left
the cabin to me?"
"I suppose there isn't," he said, as
though that point was of small im.
po'rtance. The smile deepened. "I
was just wondering how many oth-
er people are likely to pop in here
with keys. You see," he continued
ber of an older generation. But Un-
cle John, as she remembered him,
had been neither sentimental nor
eccentric. The lawyer had made a
mistake, perhaps. At any rate, it
wasn't John's fault any more than
it was hers.
"I understand that," she said,
"because I assumed that it belonged
to me." Neither pride nor resent-
ment was entirely proof against the
humor in the situation, against the
charm of his rare slow smile. Her
eyes met John's in laughter and
sympathy. Then--
"So you can't turn me out after
all, can you?" he asked.
"No," she said slowly, consider-
ing. "But I can ask you to go.""
His smile faded a little.
"Are you planning to stay--indef-
initely?" he asked.
"Not longer than a week, per-
haps."
"I have another week." She knew
that he, too, was considering, choos-
"! must make my--experiment
here."
ing his words with deliberation, try-
lng to gauge their probable effect
upon her. "It's rather an impor-
tant week," he went on, "my last
vacation, probably, for some time."
"This week is important for me
too," Gay said with equal delibera-
tion. My last of--" She paused, then'
added, smiling, "--of vacation prob.
ably for some time."
The slanting smile, more mocking
than amused, told her that he under-
stood the implication of the pause
and the smile.
"I should be a gentleman and
clear out, I suppose," he said slow-
ly. "Unfortunately, it isn't as simple
as that. I'm making an experi-
ment," he said diffidently. "It's just
getting well under way."
"Amateur photography?" Kate
asked from her position against the
chimney.
"Probably of no greater impor-
tance," he said with a deprecating
laugh.
Kate shouldn't have, Gay thought,
feeling again that reluctant but com-
pelling sympathy for John. Kate
was getting back at her. She de-
served it, perhaps, but he didn't.
"I suggested photography," Gay
said. "I thought possibly the ma-
terials in your laboratorywere
things Uncle John had left."
"I'm sorry. It's just that---" He
ran h4s hand with an impatient ges.
ture across his crisp dark hair. "It
very disquieting. Her throat ached
and, suddenly, hdmiliatingly, she
felt the hot sting of tears behind
her eyelids . . .
Kate broke the silence. "Well, cer-
tainly no one is leaving tonight,"
she said practically. "It's after ten
o'clock now."
Gay glanced at her in gratitude
which held, as well, an element of
surprise.
"You can draw straws in the
morning," Kate continued. "Or per-
haps one or the other of these--ex-
periments will be completed by
then."
"Of course," he said, after only a
slight hesitation. "There are, un-
fortunately, no hotel accommoda-
tions nearer than Machias."
"And that," Kate said cheerfully,
"would, I think, be carrying mat-
ters much too far."
"I agree with you." He smiled ap-
preciatively at Kate. "There's a
cot in the room I work in. You can
have the larger room, there. I see
you've brought blankets and there
is linen, I think." He started toward
the door. "I'll get my things out of
the way."
"Don't bother," Kate said, start-
ing with her tray toward the kitch-
en. "We can manage Just for to-
night."
They were ignoring her, Gay
thought, making plans in which she
had no voice. He was friendly
enough with Kate. Gay resented that
friendliness from which she was ex-
cluded. She felt, again, a compel-
ling urge to attract and hold his at-
tention. I
"John--" she said. ]
He stopped at the door, turned, [
stood waiting for her to continuel
Kate, at the kitchen door, glanced]
back over her shoulder.
Gay held herself very erect. "I
will not be leaving tomorrow," she
said, conscious of and regretting the
arrogance in her voice. She would
:have liked to reach him through
friendliness. Arrogance was too ob-
vious and too petty an approach.
But whatever he felt for her it was
!not friendliness. The glance he ex-
changed, now, with Kate impelled
her to add, "Kate can do as she
likes, of course. I shall stay."
"Which means--?" he asked.
"That I will appreciat~ it if you'll
remove your things from the room."
He was silent for a moment.
Then, "Certainly," he said civilly.
"Now, Gay--" Kate began with
some asperity, paused, rolled her
eyes upward, compressed her lips
and went out into the kitchen. John
remained standing in ~he opposite
doorway. The slanting smile ap-
peared as her eyes met his.
"The long arm of coincidence,"
he said.
"It is--incredible."
"Not too incredible. You might
have found me here any one of a
number of times during the past
three years."
(7'O BE CONTINUED/
U. S. Families on Relief
Buy 'Protective' Foods
What do families on relief actual-
ly buy with blue stamps issued free
as a practical method for distribut-
ing foods of which there is a surplus
supply? What foods do they choose
when they have opportunity to select
as they please from a limited list
of surplus foods?
It is too early to draw general
conclusions, says Milo Perkins, in
charge of the United States depart-
ment of agriculture food-stamp pro-
!gram. But for a six-week period
! the stamp holders spent a little more
probably won't amount to anything, than 80 percent of their blue stamps
but I want to see it through. If I for "protective" foods and a little
leave here now, all that I've done
will be lost."
"I suppose I should be a lady and
leave you in peace," Gay said qui-
etly, quite steadily, but with a silken
thread of retaliation running through
her voice. "Unfortunately, that isn't
so simple, either. I'm making an
experiment."
"And you must make It here?"
"Yes," she said, after a moment.
"I came for that purpose, I must
make my--experiment here."
A pause followed, not warm and
intimate as the first had been. This
was a truce, a break in active hos-
tilities. John walked to the table
and picked up his pipe. Gay stood
half-leaning against the back of the
less than 20 per cent for flour,
corn meal, rice and beans.
For this period the stamp plan
was effective in five cities. There
were minor differences in adminis-
trative methods to discover which
variations of the basic plan seemed
to work best. In general, orange-
colored stamps, which were bought
by the relief family, could be used
to buy any foods, and half as many
blue stamps given free could be
spent only for foods on the official
surplus list. At that time the sur-
plus list included butter, eggs,
oranges, grapefruit, peaches, pears,
cabbages, peas, tomatoes, onions,
dried prunes, white flour, graham
flour, corn meal and rice.
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