ursday, August 22, 1940 INDIAN VALLEY RECORD
ByLEMUELF.
B Y L I D A L A R R I M O R E M RS ALL DIMOCK, now
MACRAE SMITH CO. WNU SERVICK slated, according to report, for
appointment to the National Labor
CHAPTER XV--Continued eration and smoothed back her hair. given each other were not compara- liage, running breathlessly, excited- Relations board, got along famously
--22,--- When she turned she saw the letter, ble to the suffering she was endur- ly, to a cab. to Maine, to John. with both fac-
| ~eJerry Conover." Gay's smile a cream-colored oblong on dark ing now, to what John would suffer Kate came out from the dining- ll/larahall/)xmock tions of labor
!1 ~ ~ned. She leaned back against / desk pad. She returned to the desk, when he read her letter. She imag- room as Gay burst into the hall of May Serve on until last win-
| .~Q leather upholstery, looking out ] stood for an instant holding the ined him tearing it open in the hall the apartment. Labor B d ter when he,
u~r ss the dance floor where cou- letter in her hand, then. moving of Dr. Sargean't home, eagerly, be- "Where have you been?" she oar together with
~a circled in a wash of artfully ~ swiftly and" quietly, went out of the cause he loved her letters, anticipat- asked. "I waited luncheon for an Oscar Chapman, assistant secretary
ell0Wed light, room. ing in the envelope which bore her hour. You're out of breath. Have of the interior and Norman Littell,
"You called me up one day and " The night doorman spoke to her at hand-writing, a momentary release you been running?" i assistant attorney general, started
Hllked me to take you dancing," con- the entrance of the apartment,from work which was, to him, un-"Yes, I've been running.We to organize that convention of lib-
uued Todd. "I'm going to mail a letter, Wil- interesting and exacting. Sitting on mustn't lose any time." erals to be held in Salt Lake City.
,L'~ecause he was magnificent in liam," she said. the park bench, she tortured her- Kate dropped down on a'love-seat The project perished as the conse-
.~t sky but no use at all on a dance "Shall I mailit to' you?" he asked, self by watching his expression in the hall. "What do you mean?" quence, so at least it is said, of a
change, seeing the brightness fade she asked.
~t. And you took me.As I re- "No, thank you."
I statement by John L. Lewis that
g . Gay the convocation had for one of its
ember the subject of aviation was "Must be mighty important let-out of his face, his lips quiver with "We're drivin to Maine "
'er. mentioned between us. Not ter,She said, with a drowsy grin. pain, the agony in his eyes . . . tugged at her arm. "Comel Pack ~primary objects the formulation of
,sax months, at least. Yes, all "Very imoortant William " She "I'm going to marry Todd, verywhat you must but not much." plans to assist in the launching of a
t's," ~ " " soon by the time you receive this "I'm not oing to Maine I'm o
,true, she added thoughtfully, went out through the door he held' g g - third-term boom. Since then suspi-
' e'
d have something-- open for her rote the quiet street, perhaps---" But she wash t going to ing to stay right here and finish cion has been entertained that the
great deal. I'd try not to be
lUch in evidence. You could
c t
er me a part of the landscape,
q
k'~Oddl" she cried in soft protest.
| ~t lurned to look at him, her eyes
| ~madowed, thoughtful, a half-smile
| ~rernbling across her lips.
| ,~ne music had stopped. It began
J ~atn, a familiar tune. A voice,
| eltingly tender, sang--
"Red sails in the sunset
Far out on the sea--"
.~(~ir tYu::, m~u bribed them to
~lay it. When you spoke to the
salter a few minutes ago---"
~'~All's fair in--" He smiled with a
~ahwl~ e in his hazel eyes. "Will you
aaee with me, Gay?"
they walked to the edge
it he floor. She slipped Into his
as, so accustomed to his dancing
hnque that her position, her
el)s, conformed instinctively with
They circled out across the
rhythmically, with practiced
I moving as though
they
were
,Person, her red-brown head
.!0se to his blond head, her dress of
~t.eanl-eolored lace, starched to
~lsPness, as fragile as
frost.work,
k, delicate silhouette against the
~ack of his evening clothes.
i~'~hat's the way it is with us.
S '
- Y, ' he said after a moment. No
~e starts, no stepping on
each
:~er's toes, no necessity for apolo-
gies
i. "I'd rather dance with you than
~tIlYone. But life isn't all dancing,
~dd
V"l}ancing is a symbol. We under-
~a~fl each other."
tiler head turned, drew a little
~,WaY so that she could look at him.
'u~ eyes met hers steadily.
i1 "There'd be sailing and dancing,"
.~ said gently. "Friends, a home,
~llldren, if you want them, friend-
~ltlp. They're good things, Gay."
,~"Yery good things, Todd. But are
,aey enough--for you?"
,f'l told you, rm conceited." He
'~iled. .
i'You're a darling.
"'Will you, Gay?"
"I'll think--I'll try--rll see" . . .
~ Gay's evening wrap slipped from
~r shoulders, fell to the floor. She
~alked across to the 'desk between
~t~Windows. When you killed a
g, you killed it quickly. She
~ated herself, selected a sheet of
~Ote Paper, drew the pen from its
a~Ider.
~'John, darling" The pen moved
adily across the sheet of cream-
~lored" paper, beneath the engraved
Udress of her mother's apartment.
,"We have hurt each other too
:~t~ch and too often. It isn't your
~a~It or mine. I love you. I have
~l'ied as you have tried, but trying
~es no good. I'm going to marry
t'~~Id, very soon, by the time you
-eCelve this, perhaps we will have
~en married. He as
understands,
oil must and will. There can be
~ l~eace for either you or me while
it continue to fight something that
too big for us, something which
cannot alter or control
y! Want peace for you, for myself.
~ will find it in your work. I
~h11 find it, eventually, in the life
t~ich Todd and I, together, will cre-
~. Don't be bitter or self.reproach-
:.'~ I don't regret having loved
~tt You must not regret what has
~PPened. Keep the memories of
~s happy times we've had and for-
gtt the others . . . "
te~e pen came to a stop. She
~ad what she had written. It
~aed adequate. There was noth-
~g to add except her name. She
~^, it quickly, folded the sheet of
--~te.
, Paper. enclosed it in an enve-
~l~e, found a stamp. "Dr. John L.
~t~ghton," Dr. Sargeant's address
Portland. Her writing was clear,
~ch letter distinct and carefully
~,~rrned. It betrayed no sign of emo-
~Wt She was glad of that. There
~as nothing to indicate hesitancy.
~he glanced at the clock on the
~ht stand beside her bed. Better
~. mail it now than to walt until
~ ~alng. She rose, stooped, picked
~her evening wrap. Standing be-
|:re the mirror, she slipped it on,
~ ttred the fastenings with delib-
There was a mailbox at the cor-
ner. Her high narrow heels clicked
on the concrete pavement. The air
was balmy and smelled of the riv-
er. The sky was sown thickly with
stars. The letter made no sound
falling into the box, but the click of
the lid against the slot when her
hand released it startled her as
though a shot had been fired through
the night.
Walking back to the apartment
house, saying good-night to the door-
man, going up in the lift, she mar-
veled at her composure. Whenever,
during the last three months, she
had thought of making a clean break
with John, she had anticipated the
pain it would give her. Now that
she had written and posted the
letter, she felt only a sense'of relief.
Had she gotten over it without be-
ling conscious of the process? she
wondered as she prepared for bed.
Nothing in the mechanical move-
ments involved in writing and post-
ing the letter had shaken her except
the click of the mailbox lid. Her
hand, as she brushed her hair, was
steady. Her face, in the mirror
above the dressing-table, was com-
posed, thin as it had been all ~pring,
the cheek bones accented, shadows
under her eyes. No hint of the shat-
tering emotion she had anticipated.
She felt more tranquil than she had
for months, physically weary, as
though she could sleep forever.
She lay beneath a light coverlet in
the soft narrow bed, her arms
crossed beneath her head, looking
up at the disk of light that the bed-
stand lamp printed upon the ceiling.
At some time, during the pa~t three
months, had she stopped loving
John? No, not that-- But had she ac-
cepted the inevitable? Had she been
recovering all these weeks since she
had returned from Maine? Had the
decision she had avoided, finally
made, brought tranquillity rather
than the pain she had anticipated?
She didn't know. She felt sleepy,
blissfully released from tension and
strain. She turned, pulled the lamp
cord. Darkness pressed against her
closed eyelids, heavy and soft, blot-
ting out objects, smothering thought,
quieting as an opiate, blessedly wel-
come. Her hand, moving to an ac-
customed position beneath her cheek
foR'heavy. She sighed, murmtt~ed
and was asleep.
CHAPTER XVI
Gay dropped down on a bench in
Central Park and glanced at her
wrist-watch. Ten minutes of two.
Kate would have had luncheon with-
out her, wondering where she was.
Todd would probably have called.
He had said last night . . . She
sighed and put it out of her mind,
her weary glance returning to the
Park. So children rolled hoops
again. Why did they combine pink
geraniums .with those striped green
and dark red plants? Where did all
the strange-looking people one saw
come from? How long did it take
a letter mailed at midnight to reach
Portland, Maine?
Would he receive it in the late aft-
ernoon delivery today? Was there a
delivery in the afternoon? Why
hadn t she called the post-office this
morning when she woke and realized
what she had done? Wouldn't there
have been time enough, then, to
stop the letter? All sorts of red-tape,
she supposed, and she hadn't been
sure that she wanted it stopped. She
wasn't sure now. In spite of the
way her heart ached and the faint.
ness which made her so weary,
hadn't she done the right thing, the
best thing for both herself and John?
There was Todd, of course. But
if he was willing to take a chance--
Strange how calm she'd been last
night, dancing with Todd, half prom-
ising to marry him, writing that
letter to John and posting it. She'd~
slept, too, deeply and restfully. It
was not until this morning when
she woke that she had realized what
she had done. This morning--How
long would it take a letter mailed a
little after midnight to reach Port.
laved, Maine?
The words she had written re.~
curred to her. "We have hurt each
other too much and too often." That
was true. But the hurts they had
marry Todd, not very soon, not even
as long as John lived and loved her,
as long as she loved him with this
aching intensity that throbbed with
every throbbing beat of her heart.
She was not going to marry Todd.
That was settled the night she and
Kate had arrived at the cabin, when
John came in and she had watched
his expression change from brusque
inquiry to astonishment, to the soft
and Joyous radiance that had shone
in his eyes.
But why shouldn't she marry
Todd? She loved him dearly, in quite
a different way. But wasn't that
"Go on ami pack."
way more lasting? She might hurt
Todd but he could not hurt her.
There would be children, lovely
blond children in DePinna play suits
filling her life.
Why shouldn't she marry Todd--
Two children ran toward her. One
of them stumbled and caught at her
to keep from falling. Dark eyes
looked up at her from a thin dark
face. Her heart gave a lurch. She
smiled and started to speak, but the
child raced on, beyond her, out of
her reach.
A letter mailed at midnight-- She
could drive to Portland in ten hours
or less. Leaving now, she would
be there before midnight. Or she
might drive as far as Boston tonight
and go on to Portland in the morn-
ing. Her heart beat quickly, hope-
fully. She took a few rapid steps
forward.
But John would have had the let.
ter by then. Would he? She wasn't
sure. And to go dashing up there
would be a concession. He had not
come to her here. They'had parted,
after the time she had spent in his
mother's home, not entirely recon-
ciled, a distance between them wl~ich
both recognized but which neither
had made an effort to close. If he
loved her, and wanted her He
hadn't been able to leave, of course.
But now that Dr. Sargeant had re-
turned- Gay's chin lifted above
the scarf knotted at her throat un-
der the jacket of her dark flannel
suit. She wouldn't humble herself
to return to Maine. She wouldn't--i
Why shouldn't she? Was it pride.
false-pride, the wilful arrogance she
had fought against, that was re-
straining her? Was it pride that, last
night, had compelled her to half
promise Todd she would marry him,
to write the letter to John? Pretty
stupid to let pride rob you of the
thing you wanted more than any-
thing in the world. Pretty stupid
and obstinate to let something beau-
tiful slip through your fingers be-
cause you were accustomed to hav-
ing your own wilful way--
She did not know when she made
the decision. She was hardly aware
that she had until she found her-
self running through the park to
the nearest point at which she might
hope to hail a cab, a tall beautiful
girl in a dark tailored suit and a
small bright hat, running along a
paved walk beneath sun dappled to-
Anthony Adverse if It takes the rest
of my life."
"Don't be silly. We're going to
Maine."
"I went to Maine with you once
and you know what happened."
'All right, then. ,I II go alone."
"Wait a minute. Kate quickly
caught Gay s arm as she turned.
"What is this all about? You're the
most head-long young lady I've ever
known."
"I've got to go, Kate. I wrote
John a letter last night breaking it
off, telling him I was going to marry
Todd."
"And now you want to beat the
letter to Maine?"
"If I can. Anyway, I'm going, I
told Suki to call the garage and have
my car sent around. I must pack."
"Oh, Gayl And I've only my Pull-
man case herel" Kate wailed. "It's
as big as a trunk."
"What does that have to do with
my going to Maine?"
"Well, you don't think I'd trhst
you to go alone, do you?"
"Will you go with me?" Gay
caught Kate's hand and gave it a
squeeze. "Kate, you are a lamb."
"Nonsensel" Kate pulled her hand
away. "Go on and pack."
"It's nice, isn't it?" Kate said as
Gay turned the car into the street on
which Dr. Sargeant lived. "They're
elms, aren't they? Did you ever see
so many, so tail?"
"It's nice now." Gay's eyes
strained ahead for the square frame
house which she had remembered
was painted yellow. "When I was
here in March it was pretty bleak.
There was a blizzard."
"Tha.t must have been Jolly." Kate
regarded Gay's profile. "Aren't you
I glad I made you stay at that Inn
i last night? You look fresh and rest-
ed, though I still don't care for that
hat."
"The house was yellow," Gay
murmured, slackening the speed of
the car.
"I don't see any yellow houses.
Are you sure this is the right
street?"
"I've written the address a good
many times. Ohm" Gay gave a lit.
tl~ cry. "There are Nat and Skip-
py. This is the house. They've had
it .painted white."
She drew in at the curb, pulled
the brake, shut off the motor. "Hel-
Io, Admiral Byrd?" sbe called.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Consumption of Cheese
Shows Upward Trend
Americans are eating more
cheese, says the bureau of agricul-
tural economics. The upward trend
in consumption has been especially
noticeable during the past seven or
eight years.
In depression years, from 1929 to
1932, the per capita consumption of
cheese dropped slightly. Since then
the trend has been sharply upward
and last year it was 25 per cent
greater than in 1930.
During the past five years the use
of cheese has averaged 5.34 pounds
per person, compared with 4.59
pounds in the 1925-29 period. In
1910-14 it averaged 4.28 pounds and
in 1900-1904 the average was 4.04
pounds per person.
This upward trend in the use of
cheese, the bureau points out, has
been in contrast with the trends
in consumption of many other staple
food products. Consumption of but-
ter during the past five years was
about the same as in the pre-war
years of 1910-14, but considerably
less than in 1900-1904. In the past
40 years the trend in per capita con-
sumption of meats has been down-
ward.
By types, consumption of Ameri-
can or cheddar cheese has shown
the greatest increase. From 1930
to 1937 the increase was 33 Ifer cent.
This cheese is the principal type
produced in the United States, mak-
ing up over 71 per cent of the total
in recent years. The second largest
increase--32 per cent--has been in
the consumption of cream or
neufchatel cheese. Consumption of
Swiss cheese has increased 23 per
cent since 19-~0.
symbol, two crossed fingers, has not
accurately suggested the relation-
ship between the two men.
While still a professor at the
University of Chicaga, Dlmock
was appointed consultant to the
national resources commission.
Then Secretary of Labor Fran-
ces Perkins retained him to sur-
vey the procedure of the immi-
gration and naturalization serv-
ice an~ afterward named him
as her second assistant secre-
tary with full authority over that
agency. It was a post that had
been vacant for two years as a
result of the appointment of Ar-
thur J. Aitmeyer as a member
of the social security board.
Here Dimock served with effieien-
cy until last July when he was trans-
ferred to the department of justice
following removal of the immigra-
tion and naturalization service from
the labor department. If he goes to
the NLRB he will succeed J. War-
ren Madden, the chairman whose
five-year term of office expires the
latter part of this month. And, if
he does receive the appointment, it
is not certain he will be named
chairman, although the possibility
exists.
In various outgivlngs designed
to acquaint both labor and busi-
ness with his theory that there
was no quick route to social sta-
bilization Dimock has often spo-
ken with tolerance and cogency,
but with firmness as well. As for
instance: "Business must ac-
cept a new order in a period of
administrative growth and, ex-
perlmentatien." He was speak-
ing, among other things, of the
Wagner act and the fair labor
standards act. Growing pains
he regards as an inevitable re-
sult of so much new legislation
in recent years. "They will di-
minish," he has said, "as ad-
ministrators gain more experi-
ence."
~TEW YORK.--Current interest in
~-~ Dr. Gerhardt Alois Westrick,
noted German supreme court law-
yer, relates to the secrecy cover-
~ ing his move-
ecrecy .overs ments rather
ovements of than hls pres-
ence in the
German Lawyer
United States,
which, indeed, was generally known
in business and government circles.
His arrival in this country from
Germany via Russia to California,
thence to New York, last February
was duly noted, as was that of his
wife and two sons, aged eight and
|Ix, a fortnight ago.
HIs visit, he said at the time,
involved a special mission deal-
ing with post-war economic ad-
Justments. The fact that, as a
lawyer, he has represented the
interests of many Americao
firms in Germany supplied
plausibility to the reason ad-
vanced for his presence here.
But an element of mystery de-
veloped as a result of his where-
abouts after arriving in New
York. He lived in various ho-
tels, and finally established head-
quarters at the Waldorf-Astoria.
Here with a secretary, the hand-
some Baroness Irmtngard yon
Wagenheim, taking messages
and receiving telephone calls,
the doctor himself was rarely
in evidence. Inquiries as to
where he might be found elicited
vague response.
Eventually he was discovered as
tenant of an attractive residence in
Westehester where at this writing
he has not been available to callers.
A man of fine physique, 51 years
old, gray hair and penetrating green
eyes, he is a law partner in Berlin of
Dr. Heinrich Albert who was active
in this country as a German propa-
gandist before the United States en-
tered the World war in 1917. Ac-
credited in the state department's
diplomatie list as a commercial
counselor to the German embassy,
it is asserted that at least part, if
not all, of his mission here relates
to the interests of Joachl~n yon Rib-
bentrop, foreign minister of the
Relch, with whom he has been close-
ly associated for many years,
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And the Director Meant
ABSOLUTE QUIET !
The director was preparing to
shoot a scene on stage 6.
"QuietI" he ordered.
A technician stepped on a loose
floor-board, and the resultant
squeak brought the director whirl-
ing round with a yell: "Quiet!" o
A makeup man dropped a lip-
stick, and the almost inaudible
thud brought a scream from the
director: "Quietl QUIETI ! !"
A hush fell over the set as the
camera started to grind and the
director signalled to start the ac-
tion.
Two submachine guns burst into
a deafening chatter, pouring a
stream of lead into a kitchen filled
with crockery.
The scene was over.
'MIDDLE AGE" WOMF.N.
~housandJ h w Son ~
smflins thru this atrF- !
i~ time" by taking !
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I tional troubles. Tr~l ill I
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Always a Duty
Knowest thou not, that thou
canst not move a step on this
earth without finding some duty to
be done, and that every man is
useful to his kind by the very fact
of his existence?--Carlyle.
Overenthusiasm
It is unfortunate, considering
that enthusiasm moves the world,
that so few enthusiasts can be
trusted to speak the truth.--Bal-
four.
" ll the
@ There was a time in America
when there were no set prices.
Each merchant charged what
he thought "the traffic would
bear." Advertising came to
the rescue of the consumer.
It led the way to the estab-
lished prices you pay when
you buy anything today.
