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Thursday, July 25, 1940 iNDIAN VAI,LEY RECORD (Released by Western Newspaper Unlon.I V y mount's "Arise My J - Love," with Claudette Col- [W{) Keys [O fl CflOln bert and Ray Milland, you'll miss the most thrilling thing :that has happened so far in -- :: the filming of the picture. It B Y L I D A L A R R I M O R E oecurredin the scene where @ MACRAR SMITH CO. WNU SERVICE Milland, Miss Colbert and CHAPTER XU---ConUnued hand into the pocket that contained sweater. She paused in the hall erend Henry's attention." Abigail Garland Lincoln, a veteran --18--- her cigarette case, reconsidered, outside the door, meaning to ask for Houghton's sherry-colored eyes twin- i Hollywood stunt pilot, are it"But since I took extra courses at "I've enjoyed my breakfast." Debby's moccasins and to tell Mrs. kled in her russet face touched with scuffling beside a plane; Miss Col- igh this year practically over Ann Houghton folded the knitting Houghton that she was going to take color on the cheek-bones. She turned i bert, who plays an American news- ~ytottt~hoe~;d~hedebb~:~ !k~:ie~w~ii ~!!get'hacr~aa~br~z~;:l~iei!Sklt~s:f~egh~oo?! :erT~:elkc ftT~:n ~e po itlon tcpOorivCGee!!~ti!ii~;o~!ehti am~ragShtpiaCh~ i paper woman in Paris, has a port- s ~:rdeS~ g herslips, i l able typewriter, and Milland is bat- tling with Lincoln. rne to go to college.' tray from the window sill and began of Ann Houghton s figure held her lor from wall to wall. "I'm glad I Just as Milland struck Lincoln, a "Why didn't you want to go?" to clear the small table from which motionless, silent. She stood, with you came to see me," she said. "Ga- mechanic inside the cockpit of the Gay asked. "If you dislike it Gay had eaten her breakfast, her back to the door, the palms of briella. That's a pretty name. A plane knocked one of the throttles here--" "Let me help you." Gay, too, rose, : her hands pressed fiat against the relief from our Deborahs and Abl- forward. The right motor was run- Debby glanced away, a flush stain- stood watching Ann Houghton s wall, looking at a long framed pan- galls and Arms. French, isn't it?" ning, and the plane swung around, i Ing her olive cheeks. "I'm talking competent movements, el between the windows, Her shoul- "French originally, I suppose. My striking Milland and knocking him i: too much, I guess." She turned, Came back to Gay, threw her arms around her. "I think you're love. my," she said in a rush of impulsive '.-Words. "I don't know quite how ':: John managed it--you--but I'm glad he did. Don't you listen to anything anybody says, not that they'll say much but--" "What do you mean, Debby?" Gay asked, puzzled. But Debby did not explain. "I've got to go," she mumbled, not look- ing at Gay, and went running out of the room. "You shouldn't have gone to extra trouble for me, Mrs. Houghton," Gay said, as John's mother came into the living-room with a tray. "It's no extra trouble." Ann Houghton arranged dishes on the Small table before the open fire in the living-rOom. "It's warmer here than in the dining-room." John's mother smiled faintly. Her skin was dark like John's and Deb- by's. Her dark eyes, deeply set Under straight dark brows, were as Somber as John's were when he was troubled. She held her taller than average figure erect but rath- er, Gay thought, because some in- domitable purpose, through a suc- cession of years, had stiffened her spine, than because she realized or gave a thought to the decorative Value of a fine carriage. Her hair was lovely, dark with only a sprin- kling of gray. It waved back from her forehead and temples, softening the bony contours of her face. Prop- erly dressed and with the stiffness relaxed she would have the distinc- tion Uncle John had had. Gay won- dered if she had ever had his warmth and humor, if she ever laughed aloud. "The fire is pleasant." Gay poured coffee into a thin porcelain cup with a red sea-weed pattern. "I had no idea it could be so cold here in March." "We're accustomed to the cold." Ann Houghton, seated in a wing- chair at the opposite side of the hearth, took a length of knitting from a bag hanging on the arm of the chair. She was never idle, Gay had observed in the two days she had spent in John's home. Her housekeeping was a ritual meticu- lously performed. In those mo- ments, as now, when she was not en- gaged in some active task, her long hands with prominent knuckles and nails, nicely shaped but unmani. cured, were busy with knitting or sewing. "It's healthy but not very comfortable, especially since you've just come from Florida." "I don't mind at all," Gay said quickly. "Can't we go for a walk?" "I'm afraid I can't spare the time," John's mother said in the COol deliberate tone which held Gay at an impassable distance. "But You go, if you like. Only you must wear Debby's moccasins." Her glance fell to Gay's sturdy but dain- tily fashioned oxfords. "It's so easy to get your toes frosted. I shouldn't Want you to suffer from chilblains tar rest of your life." "You would probably enjoy a Walk," John's mother said after an interval of silence during which the needles had clicked and Gay had de- terminedly finished her breakfast. "It's dull for you while Sarah and Debby are in school. If we had known you were coming, we might have arranged something entertain- ing, though everybody has been storm-bound during the past two days." "It was inconsiderate of me to have brought a blizzard. Coming a|most directly from. Florida, I should have done better." Ann Houghton's faint smile was her only acknowledgment of the Pleasantry. "I don't, ordinarily, encourage gaiety during the week," she went on. "This is Sarah's first year of teaching in the high school. She is naturally eager to make a favorable impression and she isn't very StrQng." ,~arah looked strong enough, Gay thought, though a little subdued and Unhappy. No, not actively unhappy, resigned. A little gaiety, the thought continued, would do Sarah more good than her mother's persistent Coddling. Still that was Sarah's concern--and her mother's. "It's pleasant just to be here," Gay said. She pushed her chair back from the table, slipped her "No, thank you. I know Just where everything goes." Ann Houghton's voice was gracious but chillingly re. served. "Amuse yourself if you can with our limited resources. I sup- i pose that John will come tonight." "He said he hoped to when he called last night." Ann Houghton glanced at the window through which sunlight streamed in dazzlingly across a frosting of snow on the sill. "I hope he won't attempt it un- less the roads are clear." She turned to place the vase containing the ivy and geranium on the mantel above the fireplace. Was she going to tell her that John wasn't strong? Gay wondered. As though anything, other than an emergency call would keep him :from coming now that the storm was over. "John is accustomed to icy roads, , I suppose," she said, a faint note of exasperation in her voice. "He drives all winter." Ann Houghton took up the tray. "It's foolish of me to worry," she said, "but when his work isn't in. volved, I don't like him to take un- necessary risks. Will you go for a walk now or wait until the sun is warmer? I do the upstairs work on Friday while Huldah is cleaning downstairs. It's tiresome for you to he exposed to all the household ma- chinery but when there are only two of us to keep the wheels turning we must observe routine. I try to spare Sarah, and Debby hasn't a natural bent toward housework, I'm afraid." "Let me help you," Gay urged, smiling, ashamed of the exaspera- tion her voice had revealed. "I haven't a natural bent for house- work, either, but I can learn." Again Ann Houghton smiled faint- ly. "You're far too decorative, my dear, to--" "To be useful?" "--to be expected to be useful," Ann Houghton finished smoothly. "Besides, it's cold upstairs. No, you stay here by the fire until it's warm enough for a walk. Have you an interesting book? There are maga- zines on the table." "I'll amuse myself." The warmth and friendliness faded out of Gay's voice. She walked to a table against the wall and picked up a magazine. John's mother went out of the room. Gay returned to the hearth, dropped into a chair, sat with the :magazine unopened on her lap. Ann Houghton resented her, she thought. It was obvious, though no reference had been made to it, that she was opposed to John's marrying her. That was a little ironical. Mothers of eligible sons had courted her : persistently since she was seven- teen that toothy dowager in Eng- land, the Swiss countess who was a patroness of the school she had attended, mothers in New York and Palm Beach and Southampton. She was relieved when her engagement to Todd had put an end to that form of pursuit. It didn't matter, except just now, when she was here--except that she felt, or imagined she felt, a dif ference in John. The afternoon he had brought her here, at dinner. later in the evening, she had felt Ann Houghton's influence working a change in John. It was nothing she could define, a feeling that he was seeing her through her moth- er's eyes, weighing her words, her l gestures, her reactions to the family i life familiar to him by some scale of values which his mother supplied. A feeling --She had imagined it, perhaps. But when he came tonight, would she feel the same tension and ~train? There was no change in Ann Houghton's manner toward her. Would John--? But this brooding was morbld. She needed to get out of the house. The sun was shining and the sky was clear and blue. She wanted to explore the town where John had lived as a child, a boy, when he had spent his summers during the )eriod that he had been in college and medical school. She would ask 'rein the chair. Climbing the stairs, she heard no round on the upper floor, but as she valked along the hall, she caught a glimpse through the open door of fohn's room of Ann Houghton's brown skirt and d-rk red cardigan ders sagged, Every line of her body, usually erect, drooped in some momentarily acknowledged defeat. As Gay watched, her head bent slowly forward until it touched the panel against the wall. Gay drew back out of sight and called her name. The reply, when it came, was controlled, free from any hint of emotion. Ann Hough- Son's shoulders were erect. She turned from adjusting a fold of the crisp white curtain at the window to glance with an inquiring expres- sion and a faint smile toward the door. "If you can tell me where Deb- by's moccasins are," she said, her own voice controlled with effort, "I think I'll go out now." "They're in her wardrobe, I think. I'll get them. Debby's wardrobe John's mother smiled faintly. always resembles the spot that the cyclone hit. You'll need heav~' socks, tOO." As John's mother passed her, walking out into the hall, Gay glanced back into the room. The panel, as she had remembered, framed photographs of John taken at various ages. She followed his mother's straight back and briskly tapping heels feeling a curious sense of pity mingled with resentment, ex- asperation, fear. CHAPTER XIII The clock on the mantel, flanked by Chinese vases and branching clumps of coral, struck the half hour. John's grandmother, Abigail Houghton, broke off an account of some early misdemeanor of John's~ and turned her bright quizzical glance toward the sofa where Gay and Debby sat beside the fire-place in which a cannel-coal fire in a pol. ished grate burned with blue and orange flames. "You children will take your death when you go out," she said, "bundled into all that wool and fur, hot as it is in here." "Might as well come clean, Gran- ny," Debby laughed. "You've got a date and you want us to go." The spare little woman in black silk with lace at her wrists and throat, chuckled as though she found her granddaughter's remark ex- tremely entertaining. "The Reverend Henry Longfellow Blake and his wife are coming for supper," she said, "I must give Hannah a hand. She'll leave the sherry out of the pudding if I'm not there to see that it goes in." "But should you put sherry in the minister's pudding?" Debby asked. "It makes for a more sociable evening. I notice he always stops berating me for not going to church after he's had his dessert." She grasped the arms of her chair and rose to a standing position. A cane with a crooked gold handle fell to the floor. "You can't expect an old woman who hobbles around on a stick to go to church." she added as Debby put the cane in her hand. "But you go to the movies, Gran- ny." "Which has not escaped the Rev- grandmother was Gabriella Lyons. She arrived in New York by way of New Orleans. They call me Gay." "And quite rightly so, too, I ex- pect." Gay took the small veined hand John's grandmother extended, looked down into her friendly eyes beneath neat scallops of waved white hair. "You must come to see me when the minister isn't. I'll make a pudding for you." "I'm afraid there won't be time this trip. I'm going into Portland with John tomorrow." "Oh, Gay7 Are you?" Debby wailed. "You're making us a very short visit." Gay was conscious of the quizzical expression that narrowed the old lady's eyes. "Yes," she said. "I'm sorry." She was sorry here, in this small warm house, cluttered with curios, but bright and cheerful. Looking down into Abigail Houghton's face, wrin- kled softly like a russet apple which has lain too long in a basket, she thought she knew how she had looked as a girl. She'd had reddish hair, she thought, with those eyes and-- "What are you thinking, my dear?" "I was thinking how you must have looked when you were a girl," Gay said, a little disconcerted, con- scious that she had been staring. "Did you--Do you mind if I ask-- Did you have freckles?" The old lady laughed. "Hundreds of them. And red hair. I was very ,plain.It's been a cross all my life." "Applesauce, Grannyl You know you snatched Grandfather from one of the most famous beauties in the state of Maine." "And a good thing for him that I did." Her eyes lifted across Gay's shoulder to the painting, which hung above the mantel, of a blue-eyed gentleman with curling brown hair and side-burns, wearing a brass-but- toned blue coat. "She had an un- pleasant disposition." Her eyes re. turned to meet Gay's gently smiling glance. "John must bring you to see me often. When is the wedding to be?" The question was unexpected. It had not been asked before. Net. ther John's mother or his sisters had referred to the subject of marriage. Strange that she felt an odd reluc- tance to make a reply-- "I don't know," she said evenly but with quickened breathing. "John -- You know--" "Yes, I know." The old lady's voice was impatient. "But there's a way around anything if you're smart to the ground. Wires braced to the tail surface gashed his leg. He insisted that he could continue working, after a doctor had dressed his leg, but Director Mitchell Lelsen sent him home and shot around him for the next few days. They're de-beautifying Louise Platt for "Captain Caution," be- cause Bill Madsen, head makeup artist at the Hal Roach Studios, thinks that the average young screen actress, after being made up, looks Just like all the other young ac- tresses in the cast. So he did things to her that hadn't been done for her previous screen appearances. She's always tried to hide her high forehead; he empha- .~::::: : :: :~ ::.:::,~:', ::,:::, .~:: %:::2 ': ~ ::, ' i~~~:''::~!~':: ::!:!'~ ~:~ LOUISE PLATT sized it. She has a distinctive mouth, strong and wide--he did very little to it, instead of cutting it down. He gave her a complete new jaw line, took some of the spar- kle out of her eyes by using small, heavy eyelashes at the ends of her own. And that's the way you'll see her, playing "Corunna," a strong- willed, determined girl who helps to fight the war of 1812. The artificial fog that hung like blown flour over the "Captain Cau- tion" set at Hal Roach Studios dur- ing the shooting of several se- quences bothered members of the cast and crew; they complained that the oil mixture left a bad taste in their mouths. So the special effects men, always obliging, introduced vanilla into the fog. The result was worse than ever-- even roast beef and ham sandwiches tasted like vanilla. The next day plain fog was used again, and cast and crew did no more complaining. -,~ By this time motion picture stars enough to find it. I met my husband ought to know what to expect if they at a Fourth of July picnic and We go to South America. (Remember were married the first of August. i Robert Taylar's visit?) The enthu- Neither of us ever regretted it. At siastic fans practically mob them, least I know I didn't and if he did he was too much of a gentleman to tell me." (TO BE CONTINUED) Forest Service Workers Get 'On-the-Job' Training The United States Forest service is training employees throug*~ "ex- perience clinics," "on-the-job" train: ing, and "planned experience." Such training provides a short c~t to information and experience. Workers on the service roll are listed under more than 30 different types of skilled labor and 17 pro- fessions. They are scattered over about one-thirteenth of the Ur~t~ed States lar~d hrea. Skilled workers engaged in forestry operations include fire guards, pack- ers, bull-dozer operators, powder men, road locators, radio operators, telephone linemen, and clerical workers. 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