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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. 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