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Thursday, July 4, 1940 iNDIAN VALLEY RECORD CHAPTER X---Continued ---15--- "You're in fine form tonight, Ga- briella." Connie Belmont fluttered her long lashes at them across the table. "If Pete wasn't your cousin, I'd be a wall-flower, too." John turned to Gay. "Will you dance with me?" he asked quietly. Her eyes, brilliant with animation for the others, clouded as her quick upward glance met his. "I'd like to," she said and rose as he got up to pull back her chair. "Excuse me," she said directly to Robert Cameron and, silently, at John's side, walked to the edge of the dance floor. She was'light in his arms. He scarcely felt her hands, on his shoul- der, in his hand. She held herself at a little distance from him. He Could not see her face, only her red- brown hair, brushed smooth tonight, bound with a narrow bandeau of dull gold leaves. They circled the floor in silence. Then John said: "It's a nice party." "Yes, isn't it?" she said and was Silent again. He~ had thought that, dancing, he might find her again. During this ~terminable evening, she had held him off as, now, physically, she.kept a distance between them. Her ani- mation for the others excluded him, though he had sat beside her. Si- lently, miserably, unable to respond to her mood, he had watched the ef- fect of her high spirits upon the Party. Now with him, alone, she was silent. "Are you having a good time?" he asked, when again and more slowly, as the number of dancers ~creased, they had circled the floor. "Oh, yes!" she said. "Are you?" "No. You know I'm neff" She drew back and looked up at him. "Why not?" she asked lightly, Smiling, her eyes sparkling in dark blue glints between the thick straight lashes. "It's a beautiful Party. Robert always does things nicel,He y. r expression changed. "Oh John, nol" She gave a little lespairing cry. "I'm miserable. I've never spent such a wretched eve-, &ing. Why didn't we do as we'd' Dlanned?" Robert wouldn't have ~inded." "You were afraid we'd quarrel," he said. "Yes, 1 was. If you'd seen your 4ace when Mother asked me what I r ~ntended to do this winter." "I never heard anything so com- ~oletely selfish," he burst out with w vehemence. "It was tactless of her to have ~oken of it in your presence, per- haps. But that's Mother's way. She nails it'being practical. It didn't Occur to her that you would think her heartless, as you did--" "But she's your mother, Gay[" "We each lead a completely tnde- ]Deadent existence. It's not a bad idea. When I see what some moth- era do to their children, I'm glad Kitty is like she is." "But you don't want to visit Tory Wales in Palm Beach?" "There's only one thing I really Want to do." "Don't you know how that makes tee feel?" "Flattered, 1 should hope." Her |raile trembled. "No, you can't know," he said bitterly. "You can't know wha~ it's like to feel humiliated, not to be | able to take you away with me, l~oW, tonight, to have you make explanations which I should make. i i:iYou haven t been happy and nei- have I except that first day, "Yesterday and today in the coun- try? Weren't you happy? I was." "But why?" They moved slowly'. Only their feet conscious of the rhythm of the waltz. "Because we ~eVoided any reference to the sub- eta upon which we disagree, be- Cause we were alone except for Kate and your father." ,"Oh, dearl" Her laughter shook. I made you come here because I Was afraid we'd quarrel if we were Lalone, and I wanted your last night ~ere to be pleasant. Don't, John. i falking spoils everything. If we i teep on at this rate--" Her head! ~ropped against his shoulder. He Zelt her tremble in the tightened Clasp of his arms. "I'm sorry, but I've got to know. LOok at me, Gay." His voice was rough with urgency. "Tell me. Do You want to go on--?" Her eyes, lifted to his, were bril- liant with terror. p "J,ohn,"~gl ' she cried faintly. "Dar- "I don't see how you can." be ~/d more gently. "I'm-- There's ~Othlng--, "I love you," she said steadily. L"Do you, Gay?" His lips moved uqat no. further words came. He caw that her eyes brimmed with t~r8, "Darling," he said, moved as he LID L I M O O MACRAK SMITH C,O, WNU SERVICE was always by her rare tears. "Let's get out of here. I don't want to talk to the others. I want to be alone with you." "I want that, too." She blinked, then smiled. "Do I look spotty from weeping? Lucky I don't use mas- cara." "Very lucky. You look lovely." His arms released her reluctantly. "Can we say all the polite things now and get away?" "Of course we can." She held his hand tightly as they made their way through revolving couples toward the table which her step-father had engaged. No one was there. The other members of the party were dancing in the glow of artfully mellowed lights on the crowded floor. "We'll have to wait." John sighed. "No, we won't." "But politeness, darling." "Waitl" She caught up her eve- ning bag from the table, opened it, took out a lip-stick. Holding fast i with her left hand to his hand, she printed in staggering bright red cap- itals on the table cloth-- "GOOD-BYI GAY AND JOHN." John set his cup in the saucer and pushed back the sleeve of his top-coat to glance at his watch. Gay watched him with widened eyes, holding her breath. "Fifteen minutes," he said. She let her breath exhale with a sighing sound. "Time for another cup of coffee," she said, and glanced toward the waiter drowsing against the wall. "No, darling. All those steps." His lips smiled at her across the table in the station restaurant, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Do you want me to miss the train?" "That's the object of drinking two cups of coffee. John must you go?" "Must, Gay." He rose and walked around the table to her chair. "I don't want to go." "Don't you?" She caught his hand resting on the back of the chair. "Even after--everything?" She tilt- ed her head back to look up at him, her eyes soft and bright, a half-smile curving her lips. "None of that seems important now. Darling, come." She rose slowly. He held her coat. She slipped into it. He bun- dled the collar about her throat. "I shouldn't have let you come with me." Going out through the door of the restaurant, he held her arm tightly. "It's so late and so cold." "Carl is waiting. I'll be all right." A red-cap with John's luggage followed them across the vast vault- ed concourse of the station, Only a few late travelers moved past and before them. Their footsteps made a hollow echoing sound. She pressed close to him. "Take me with you, John." He smiled down into her lifted eyes, sad in the depths beneath the brilliance. "What would I do with you, Gay?" "Couldn't we rent something? A house or an apartment.How do people in Portland live?" "I live in Dr. Sargeant's home, as you know very well." "Was--is that a stipulation?" "'A very important one. I couldn't have come here to see you if I'd had to pay board since October, I couldn't have bought this new hat which you don't admire." "I do. It's a marvelous hat. Now that I've gotten used to it, I think it makes you look very handsome and distinguished." "Liar!" He pressed her arm with his arm against his side. "Darlingl" "Has Dr. Sargeant a family, John?" "Mrs, Sergeant. Their older daughter is there this winter with two small sons. Her husband is an officer in the Navy. There's a younger daughter in college who comes home pretty often for week- ends." "Is she attractive?" "I don't know. I'll look at her when I get back and send a re- port." laughed ' I ve never really seen a girl since I've known you." "Darlingl I'd. like to believe you." "Do you know how you look now?" "Wan. and exhausted from trying not to burst into a flood of tears." "Like a Russian princess. In that fur cap and coat. There should be a drosky waiting outside for you instead of a limousine." "There are no more Russian prin. ceases." "There are in illustrations for Tol- stoy's novels." "But they don't have blue eyes." "They should." His voice faltered. "Oh, Gay." "Don't go, John. It seems such a little while since I came here to meet you and we've wasted so much of it being unhappy." "I can barely remember." "And we're wasting what's let1 talking about Russian princesses and Dr. Sergeant's family." "That's called whistling to keep your spirits up. What should we talk about, darling?" "I don't know. I should be able rethink of something beautiful, some- thing that you would remember. I can't. All I can say is I love you." "That's beautiful and I will re- member it." "Darling." "You sweetV' They neared the train gate. John tightened his grasp on her arm. "Will they let you go down with me, Gay?" "I'd like to see anybody stop me. My grandfather owned most of the New York, New Haven and Hart- ford once." The official at the gate asked no questions. They started down the stairs. "It was the chin up that did it," John said. "Oh, I don't think they care, espe- cially late like this." They descended into the chill air and murky light of the lower level. "We'll have to wait," John sighed. The train with curtains drawn over section windows and lights burn. ing dimly in vestibules waited on the track. The red-cap led the way toward the sleeper in which John's berth was reserved. They lagged behind, walking slowly, very close together. "You're going, aren't you? I be. lieve it now that I see the train. John, when will I see you again?" "I don't know. I'll be tied down pretty closely after Dr. Sargeant sails, except on Wednesday after. noons and evenings." "May I come to see you some Wednesday afternoon?" "Would you, Gay?" His face brightened. "I want my mother and sisters to meet you. And my grandmother. You'll love my grand. mother." She glanced at him and away. "What?" he asked. "More family? Can we risk it?" "They'll love you." "I hope so." She hesitated, then~ continued. "I'm sorry," she said. "I wanted--" "I love you." "I love you." A brake-man's call echoed past them. They made for the vesti- bule of the ~rain. "Better not go aboard, Miss," the porter said pleasantly. "We leave in one too' minute." "One more minute, John." He caught her into his arms. Their llps met and clung. A second call echoed. He broke away from her arms. The porter leaned out of the vestibule. John raced into the train, colliding with the Negro. "," he called as the train began to move. "Good---" She ran a few steps beside the car. John cau/~t her hand, dropped it. "Remember. Some Wednesday aft- ernoon." The train picked up speed. She fell back, breathless, stood strain- ing for a last glimpse of John's waving arm, his face, the hat that she hadn't admired. The train moved forward into darkness. The red light at the rear diminished into a dot, a pin.point, was gone, Gay turned toward the stairs lead- ing up to the station level Some Wednesday afternoon-- CHAPTER Xi John stopped his car before a square frame house set flush with the pavement along a street of square frame houses separated by stretches of snow-covered lawns. The late afternoon light was gray and a sharp wind blew in across Cases Bay. John, stepping out of the car, glanced up through bare branches of elms, serene and gra- cious in summer, etched now in bleak austerity against a cold gray sky. There was snow in the wind, he thought. A March blizzard wotfld probably leave in its wake an epi- demic of influenza. Nothing to do about it, though. He sunk his chin into the collar of his bearskin coat and started across the icy pave- ment to the steps of the house. A child's voice, shouting, drew him to the fence, parallel to the street. He looked through brown skeletons of lilac bushes into the side yard. "Hi, Commodorel" he called. The shouting stopped. Nathaniel Adams, Dr. Sargeant's eight-year- old grandson, standing on the seat of a garden swing strung with an intricate network of ropes and string, waved a mittened hand to- ward him. "I'm Admiral Byrd," he called. "Oh, are you? How's it going? Land in sight?" , "We're in desprit straits," Ad- miral Byrd in a blue and red snow- suit and high buckled galoshes shouted cheerfully across the ice- floes of the Antarctic. "Radio's gone dead. Can't get a squeak out of her anyhow." "That's serious," John sympa- thlzed. "Have you tested the tubes?" "Aya. Deader'n a door-nail." John smiled, marveling at the ra- pidity with which a child adapted himself to an environment. Young Nat had been born in the Philip- pines and cut his teeth in San Fran- cisco, but his "Aya" was as authen- tic as though, instead of six mbnths, he had spent the six years of his llfe in Maine. "Well, keep your courage up. You ought to sight land by morning." "Maybe you can find out what's wrong with it?" Nat suggested. "Sorry, old man. Excuse me Admiral. I'm a doctor, not a radio "You could try anyway, couldn't the child persisted. "Got to keep moving, Nat. You'd )etter come in pretty soon. This wind is cold." John went into the house. Lamps were lit in the wide hallway. The warm air made his face burn. He threw off his coat and went to the table beneath a gilt-framed mirror. The day's accumulation of mail lay there in a tidy heap. John ran through it rapidly. Nothing from Gay. There had been nothing for three days. That was not unusual, though. Sometimes he received two letters a day. Again several days would pass without a message from her. He'd hoped there would be something today. Her letters were graphic, amusing, affectionate. He enjoyed them. Well-- tTO BE CONTINUEDJ Laundry Experts Advise Mending Before Washing The tradition that mending follows washing as inevitably as spring fol- lows winter is being gradually dis- carded in favor of the reverse way of doing things Proponents of the modern school of laundering now ad- vocate doing the mending first. There are several advantages in getting the repair work out of the way before clothing and household furnishings go into the laundry. A small hole in a sock is likely to be- come a large one in handling. A frayed buttonhole may be torn apart or the thin portion of a sheet give way entirely. Perhaps it is just as well to exempt loose or missing but- tons from advance restoration and sew them on later. But patching, darning, reinforcing, and such things, if done in advance, will pro- long the life of the laundry bag's contents materially. The chief objection to this order used to be a natural distaste for handling soiled laundry, but dis- criminating people no longer delay washing until clothing and linens be- come unpleasant to touch and smell. Practical reasons, as well as aes- thetic ones, have brought about more frequent washing. Soil and pers- piration left in fabrics wear them out through erosion and chemical action. And the vigorous handling needed to remove these harmful substances in washing causes addi- tional wear and tear. Frequent laundering with abun- dant soap and water and a minimum of rubbing is far more satisfactory in the long run than the mistaken thrift which may induce prolonged wear without washing. Washington, D. C. HITLER AND U. S. From diplomatic information it is possible to get a general idea of what the immediate future will bring forth in Europe if Hitler takes Eng- land, as he seems sure to do in the next month. FIRST, he will want to buy U. S. cotton and grain in large quantities --in fact, he will be willing to take most of our surplus--but he will want a huge loan from the United States government to do it. This will be called reconstruction financ- ing, and it will be tempting bait to farming and business groups. SECOND, it is more than likely that Hitler will offer to freeze the armaments of Europe and the Unit- ed States on the basis of their pres- ent armed strength. This also will be tempting to a tax-ridden American public. The United States always has favored disarmament, and several times has proposed freezing armaments. How- ever, this was when France and England had an army and navy, and when this country was protected by them in South America. Today, Hitler's reported plan would leave the United States with less than 250,000 men, Germany with about 3,000,000. In other~ords, Lat- in America would be open to at- tack at any time, and the United States would be powerless to pre- vent it. Nevertheless, Hitler's plans would have strong appeal in the United States, especially if accompanied by the usual Nazi propaganda stating that Hitler had only the kindliest ideas about the United States and cherished absolutely no designs for any part of her soil. Note---This was the propaganda Germany dropped from airplanes on France before the tanks came. It told how France and Germany had no basic quarrel, could live in peace indefinitely. $ $ HITLER'S SECRET GAS All the evidence gathered by mili- tary agents abroad now points to the probability that Hitler's secret plan for conquering Britain is poison gas. It is significant that so far, Hitler has not used gas. Even more sig- nificant is the fact that he has been storing it up in huge reserves. French and British intelligence offi- cers have sent back reports that alarming quantities are now manu- factured and ready for use. Wheth- er any new and more deadly form of gas has been ,perfected, they do not know. One reason Hitler did not use gas in attacking France and Belgium was that his army was moving too i fast. His tanks and armored cars were penetrating into the enemy lines so rapidly that they would have caught up with their own gas. It would have hampered Nazi opera- tions rather than aided them. But in England it will be different. For the English channel lies be- tween Germany and her victim. There will be no danger of the gas seeping back to Nazi invaders un- til they actually land troops. And so far all evidence indicates that before attempting to land troops, Hitler will subject England to a rain of bombs such as the world never has seen before. Only after Hitler has gassed and bombed England to the verge of surrender will the Nazi attack by sea begin. $ e U. S WAR PRODUCTION One very real worry among some of Roosevelt's friends is that after all the hullabaloo over national de- fense, October may come around with not many more airplanes or tanks constructed. This, they know, would he disas- trous to the country, but also from a purely political viewpoint it would mean the defeat of President Roose- velt or any other Democratic candi- date at the polls in November. This possibility has caused shak- ing of heads even among several cabin~ettmembers who have seen how slowly other projects moved in the past. They know that with the na- tion voting the biggest national de- fense budget in peacetime history, and with the President himself em- phasizing its urgency, the country is going to expect results and ex- pect them fast. ? CAPITAL CHAFF Summer heat has come to Wash- ington, but not the new fiscal year. Result: No electric fans for the state department. The building has just had its wiring changed from di- rect to alternating current, but the money for new fans is not available until the new fiscal year. White House press conferences are drawing between 150 and 200 newsmen these days. U. S. Ambassador Steinhart looks in vain for a day of rest in Moscow. The Soviets have outlawed Sunday; they take one day of rest every six days. But it usually coincldes with a week-day in Washington when the state department is at work--and ltz cables keep Steinhart at work. SEC Commissioner Leon Hender- son went back to his class reunion at Swarthmore college, where 20 years ago they called him "Dub." The class parade was headed by a sign reading, "Wall Street--Don't Be Afraid of Henderson--We Knew Him When He Was 'Dub'." Cool, Airy Outfit For Outdoor Play LET'S play out in the summer sunshine, in an air-conditioned pinafore, with panties for propri- ety and a bonnet to keep the sun out of our eyes! All three, in 8721, have frills in just the right places. All three are completely comfort- able, and cute as dimpled elbow. The pinafore has pockets for trim- ming and for trophies. 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