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Thursday, May 30, 1940 INDIAN VAI,LEY RECORD -BY L I D A i THE STORY THUS FAR L A R R I M O R.E ~) MACRAE SMITH CO. WNU SERVICE $ Claarmlng, wealthy Gabrlella (Gay tor short) Graham. engagea to Todd aneway returns to a "cabin in the Maine woods accompanied by a friend, Kate Oliver. The idea of a stay in the cabin occurred to her when she received a key to i't following the death of her godfather, Uncle John Lawrence. The two girls notice that someone is living in the cabin. Kate suspects that Gay knows the identity of the mysterious occupant. The mystery man returns. He is John Houghton, a young doctor whom Gay had known In previous years. Immediately ~ggressive, Gay asks him by what right he is in the cabin. His right, she finds, to greater than her own. He, too, Vossesses a key, but more than that. is heir t from his Uncle John, Gay's godfather. Gay is high handed with him, and he states courteously that he will leave. Looking at him in the doorway, her old feelings return. She knows that he is more necessary to her than Is Todd Jane. ~araY. the man she Is to marry. Gay asks John to reconsider his decision to Ve. The next morning brings a different feeling, and John decides to remain r his vacation---one more week. The night before Gay and Kate are to return home to New York John gets an urgent request to call at a nearby farm. Gay aCCompanies hlm while he cares for the patient. Returning to the cabin at a late hour John stops the car He tells Gay that he love~ her, and she admits ~at he is necessary to her happiness. Meanwhile, worried by their absence, ate has called Todd Janeway in New York. She knows that Gay and John [eel a strong attachment for each other, and wants Todd to come to Maine where he can talk to Gay. Todd arrives while Kate is alone. She breaks the flOWs to him. Todd, warmhearted and generous, Is heartsick but refuses to become melodramatic. Gay and John, who have been canoeing, return to the iSbin, there to find Todd. John leaves temporarily and Gay tells Todd that she I as fallen in love with John. Todd, understanding that it is unavoidable, tells i er he is still her best friend. Christmas comes and Gay is home ha New York, [ a~Ing John's arrival for the holidays. CHAPTER VII.--Continued ed toward him as he' started to-I ---10-- ward her. ; 'Worm[" Gay exclaimed. "Ihate "Hello." He removed his hat, ! You. Aren't you up rather early smiling diffidently. Yottrself?" "I didn't heed the ads," he said mock-tragically. "I failed to do my Christmas shopping early." "Poor Robert!" Gay smiled. Though to her father's family it was a mystery, she understood very well Why her mother had married Rob- ert. He had, as her mother had, an ingenuous zest for living. He w~s no longer the handsome figure of a man-about-town he had been when he became her step-father. He was ~etting stout and somewhat florid Ind his blond hair was receding at the temples, but his spirit was buoy- nt, his nature restfully uncompli- Cated and his enjoyment of good rood, good sport and gay company ~ernained undiminished. He was kind. and fond of her. His expres- slon, now, as he looked at her across lace and silver and crystal flowers Which splintered the light into glit- tering sparkles, was admiring and interested. "Go to it, kid," he said. "I'm all for romance myself. If you need moral support you can count on Un- I-Ie was a dear or maybe in her blissful state she felt tender to- Ward all the world. She blew him a kiss and went on along the hall. In tim drawing-rbom Suki was hanging wreaths made of silvered ~esves and bunches of blue glass berries. She knew it was Suki be- Cause Togo's province was the kitch- en. It occurred to her that it was a tittle incongruous that small heathen] ~uki with his flat lemon colored faceI Ind black bead eyes should be dec-I crating the apartment for a Chris-I .~lan festival. . . I What would John make of it au, oz ~uki and Togo who had been with Robert for years, of Mathilde whom her mother had brought back from What would he make of the Vlc- Xorian elegance of "Dunedin" when they went tomorrow? Could he, as she did, ignore Aunt Flora's disap- l~roval, the curious but premeditat-i ed coolness of the relatives who would be there? Panic seized her again. Her spirits sank with the lescent of the elevator. She regret- ted, for an instant, that John was Coming. Now, at this moment, while their meeting was still in the fu- tttre, the feeling they had for each Other was secure. Now-- But that was absurd. She shook off frightening fancies. Her spirits lifted when the Negro doorman OPened the door for her. "Merry Christmas, William." "White Christmas, Miss Graham." "It's nice, isn't it?" "Luck fo' certain." The Negro's lace was slit by an ivory grin. "Good tinges comin' pretty soon." The train from Boston, urdess it Was late, was already in. Gay" made her way through the concourse of the station toward the gate where John would be waiting. Expectancy hoe wings to her feet. She hur- fled on, Jostling and being Jostled, heedteas of admiring glances cast at her, impatient of any delay. Then through people passing, she saw him and reluctance checked her eager- flees. "Her flying pace slackened. She advanced slowly, caught in pan- ,to again, wailing mechanically, all feeling suspended. "Hello." Her voice sounded thin and unnatural. She felt her mouth stretch in a mechanical smile. He bent to kiss her. She lifted her face. A redcap, carrying luggage, bumped into them so that his lips. glancingly, touched her cheek. "We must find a taxi." She did not look at him. "I didn't bring a car." His hand cupped her elbow but she led the way. A, porter followed with his luggage. "Did you have a good trip?" she asked after an interval of silence. "Not bad. We were on time." "I'm sorry I was delayed. I left the apartment in time but traffic was heavy." "That's all right. I haven't wait- ed long." They stood waiting for the porter to call a taxi. "How are you?" he asked. She glanced up at him, then quick- ly away. "Splendid, thank you. Isn't it nice to have snow?" "If it keeps on like this the trains won't be coming in on time." "No, probably not: Have you had breakfast?" "No. It doesn't matter, though. I'm not hungry." A taxi slid in beside them. The porter opened the door. John put her in, supervised the stowing of his luggage, sat beside her. The cab moved out into traffic. She glanced up at hlm. He was looking at her. The hurt bewilderment in his eyes, the difficult smile that moved across his llps, restored warmth and a feeling of tenderness. "Hellol" she said softly. "HelloV' His arms went around her. Their lips met and held. Pres- ently she drew away. "Is this scandalous behavior for New York?" His voice sounded hap- py, relieved. "Who cares?" She winked to clear her vision. "Oh why are we always such idiots?" "I didn't know you. You looked-- I was terrified." "So was I. Darling, that hat--" "Don't you like it either?" He turned to open the window. "We'll throw it out." "Idlotl" She pressed close to him, her face against the rough cloth of his coat. "It's all right, isn't it?" "The hat? You change your mind SO" "Us, I mean--Your being here-- We're going to have fun." "Of course we are. Breakfast first, though. I wasn't hungry when you asked me, hut I'm starving now." "Are you?" She laughed. "So am I. Let's send your luggage out to Mother's apartment and stay down town all day. We'll have breakfast at Child's and walk in the snow and drop quarters in all the Santa Claus kettles and sing carols on street cor- ners and--" "You darlingl I'm so happy, so glad to be here." "Are you? Darling! Johnl" John got up as Gay's mother rose from the love-seat on which they sat. "So i suppose I'll have to forgive you," she said, smiling up at him with Gay's smile and Gay's trick of crinkling her eyes. "I was pre- pared to dislike you intensely." "Now, Kitty," her husband said with indulgent fondness, "you've never disliked anybody. It's your all.inclusive love for your fellow- men which keeps getting you into trouble." "That's unkind of you, Robert." She linked her arm through her hus- band's."What will John think of me?" "I think you are very kind," he said, realizing that the reply was inadequate, seeing and resenting the He did not see her. He stood be- Side the gate, his eyes searching through the groups that eddied past him. But was that John? She hadn t remembered--It was the overcoat he wore which made him look so tall. She'd never seen him in the Winter before. The new hot'he wore Was not becoming. She didn't know him. It wasn't that tall young man, obviously ill at ease, whom she had COme to meet. She couldn't move or speak to him. She felt paralyzed, frozen inside. amusement in her deep blue eyes, so like Gay's. "Kindness is an endearing trait in a mother-in-law," Robert Cameron said cheerfully. He consulted his watch. "My dear, we must be on our way." "We're going to the theater with the Davenports," she said in the way she had of seeming to share an intimate confidence. "They've just become grandparents and need cheering." The Japanese house-boy came into the room. She spoke to him about calling for the car. John watched her pleasant manner with the serv- ant. She was prettier than Gay, he thought, but less beautiful, small- er, softer, more rounded. Her hair which had been dark was, prema- turely, turning white. Cut short and curled, it looked like a wig for fancy dress rather than a symbol of age. Her skin, in the diffused light which filled the long high-ceilinged room, had a honey-colored tint and her small pretty mouth was painted the exact shade of the coral azalea against her shoulder. She didn't look like anybody's mother. It was difficult to realize, in spite of cer- tain points of resemblance, that she bore so close a relationship to Gay. She turned to him as the house- boy slid noiselessly out of the room. She felt paralyzed, frozen inside. "We must get acquainted tomor- row," she said, laying a small jew- eled hand on his arm. "But no--! You and Gay will be leaving for 'Dunedin' fairly early. Christmas dinner, there, is always at two." She glanced up at her husband, smiling through narrowed eyes. "If we're to see any of the first act at all--" her husband said a trifle hastily. "Yes, darling." She turned again to John. "Perhaps we'll see you later. If not, good-night. Suki will take care of you. You are very welcome here. We want you to feel at home." He would like to feel at home. But how could he, how could any- body feel at home in this room? It was as artificial as the silvered wreaths which hung in the windows, as the Christmas tree, silvered too, reflecting its fantastic dazzle of blue lights and tWisted glass icicles In a wall formed by mirrors, cut into :sections by strips of chromium. "Well, what do you make of it?" .He turned guiltily, conscious of some possible rudeness, then re- laxed. Gay was wailing toward him, so lovely in the dress of deep blue velvet she'd worn at dinner that his breath caught in his throat. She came up to where he stood and slipped her hand through his arm. "What were you thinking?" she asked, smiling up at him with l amusement in her eyes. "You l looked startled when I spoke to ; you." "I was afraid someone had caught me being critical of the decora- tlons." He turned again to the panel above the fire. "What is it?" he asked. "Flowers? Fruit?" "It's a color note." Her smile deepened. "Then it doesn't mean anything?" "Not to me. Don't puzzle your head over it, my sweet. If you do, you'll go quietly mad." She led him to the davenport which stood facing the fire. He sank down beside her into soft leather upholstery. "Moth. er had all this done to occupy her mind when she.found she hadn't a wedding to arrange. Besides Ced- ric needed the money." "Cedric?" "The earnest young man who had the brainstorm. It has made him. He has more commissions than he can handle. He regards Kitty as a cross between Lady Bountiful and a fairy with a wahd, which is very flat- tering, of course. How did you get on with her?" "She's lovely to look at," he said guardedly, "and very kind." Gay looked up at him. "But--? I want you to tell me what you think of everything. No reservations. They lead to misun. derstandings." Her face was grave. "Be frank with me, John." "I'll try to be frank. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I think rd feel more comfortable if she hadn't received me so courteously." "Why?" Gay asked in surprise. "Well, after bracing myself to face the opposition I expected, it's a lit- fie disconcerting to have your moth- er, figuratively, at least receive me with open arms." She laughed in Igenuine amuse- ment. "Did you want to fight drag- ons, darling?" "I suppose I did." He laughed with her. "Well cheer up. There's Aunl Flora in the offing." "Who is Aunt Flora? Is she a dragon?" "She's my father's sister, a wid- ow. She's lived with him since Mother's defection. No, she isn't a dragon. She's pathetic, really. She persists in observing the conven- tions of a polite world of society which is past and gone. And she expects other people to observe them. She won't receive you with open arms. Not that she blames you for the recent catastrophe, though. She tells me that I am my mother's daughter." "You aren't like your mother, ex- cept in certain superficial points of physical resemblance." She looked at him, considering, looked away. "Have I offended you?" he asked, realizing that he had spoken with more warmth than the comment re- quired, "I didn't mean--Your moth- er is charming. I--" "I wasn't offended." She took his hand in hers. "I was wondering how I could explain Mother to you. No, I'm not like her. I wish I were. Mother is really very logi- cal. When places or people bore her she sees no reason why she should pretend that they mean any- thing to her. She was bored with Dad and so she divorced him and married Major Summerfleld." "You mean--Mr. Cameron is her third husband? I heard her speak of a Major Summerfleld at dinner, but I had no idea--" "She's on friendly terms with both Dad and the Major," Gay said but her smile wavered a little. "She doesn't dislike them because they bored her. She was very sorry to have-had to hurt them but she saw ship which was no longer agreeable. You look horrified, John." She dropped his hand. "I don't sup- pose you can understand." "I was thinking how--confusing It must have been for you." he said slowly. "It was, until I was old enough to understand Mother's point of view. Now, it's all very simple. Mother has never cared deeply for any- one. It isn't in her nature to cling to things, though she's loyal in her way, and generous and kind. That's why she looks as She does. She has no regrets for anything that has happened. (TO BE CONTINUED) Louisiana Surveyors Tackle Tough Problem General land office surveyors of Louisiana have undertaken a task forced upon them by "a natural phenomenon" more than a century and a half ago. Long before the Red River valley became populated with planters, the sluggish river was blocked by trees falling into the water and gradually The waters of the river backed into bayous and into natural land formations, forming lakes. The problem of the authorities today is --who owns the lakes? Detailed accounts of the beginning of the log Jam are lacking in gen- eral land office records, but one re- port estimates that the raft in the Red river grew at the rate of one mile a year during the 35-year pe- riod between 1793 and 1828. Other reports of an exploration in 1808 tell of one obstruction in the river "forming an almost impene- trable mass, which extends from the bottom to two or three feet above the surface of the water, a l~tek- ness of 30 to 40 feet," and stretch. ing up the river for nearly 300 yards. Removal of the obstruction was begun in 1873. HERE's a charming way "~o make your silk print for after- noon, and it's not too dressy for general wear, either. Everything about it is soft and graceful---the rippling skirt, the shoulder shir- ring that co-operates with waist- line tucks to make your bust look prettily rounded, and the plain v- neckline that you can vary with flowers, brooches or white lingerie touches. Pattern No. 1923-B has a delightfully tiny-waisted effect, and a ribbon belt to call attention to the fact! Make this in time for your next afternoon date, and see if you don't have a particularly good time whenever you put it on. This is a lovely style not only for He Put the Words Right In Her Mouth to win Bet ~i~WO fellows who had been din- ing rather well were in the mood for a ridiculous wager. "I'll bet you," said one solemn- ly, "that the first words my wife says, when I get home tonight are 'My dear.' " "And I'll bet you a fiver," said the other, "that she won't say, 'My dear.' " They proceeded towards the first man's home. He knocked at the door and a head appeared at the window above. "My dear--" began the man. 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Probably the oddest of the 19 buildings occupied by the national bureau of standards in Washing- ton is the soundproof reverbera- tion chamber, where acoustical building materials are tested for sound absorption. No one is al- lowed in this chamber during a test, the motors, loud-speakers and microphones being operated from, and all records transmitted to, an adjoining building. An old custom, still existent among many primitive peoples, is to change the name of a very sick relative in the hope that it will de- ceive any messenger of death who might be looking for him.--CoN lier's. INCE lss2 Wild Imagination There is nothing more fearful than imagination without taste.-- Goethe. In the Shopping Canter. Modern comfort at ran,onable price $1.00 without beth. $1.S0 with bath. Attrocttvo weekly rotes. 245 POWELL """ el IAmt~, Idleness a Tomb Idleness is the sepulcher of the living man. BERRY, veteran test pilot, says: MY BUSINESS, In recent laboratory tests, CAMELS burned 26% slow, er than the average of the IS other of the largest4ell- Ins brands tested-- slower than any of them. That sssensr 011 the lVerlge~ a smoking plus equal to p r, Of ROM 50 to 500 miles per hour-- Home: Berry has flown them alL This veteran pilot started flying back in 1915 starced smoking Camels the same year. "No other dg~trette ever gave me anything like the pleasure of a Camel," he says. "What's more--in 26 years, Camel's slower burning has always given me a lot of extra smoking," Try the slower-burnlng dgeret made from cradler tobaccos . . . Camel. Get more pleasu p& puff and more puffs per pack (s##/eft). FOR EXTRA MILDNESS, EXTRA COOLNESS, EXTRA FLAVOR m SLOW-BURNING COSTLIER TOBACCOS Sl IIIIIII