Copyright by Bobbs-Merrill Od WEYMOUTH CHAPTER X ee] Gr Will Has a Vision The firm of Poole and Todd found ftseif at the end of two years estab- tished beyond question, It owed its success to Will's terrific efforts. He find met and overcome one after an- sther of thelr natural foes: Mr, Poole's slleness and intemperance. By a kind af flerce affection he had dominated and controlled the old man and kept aim working. The profits were dl- vided, after he had his fifty a week, and Poole his hundred. And out of nis share of the profits, Will repaid fils partner for the loan for Ernes- ‘ine's hospital bill. He repaid him the axact half of the amount Poole had sunk into the business at the begin- aing. And after two years he found him- gelf face to face with the one enemy tie could not conquer. Ernestine no- ticed that he grew thin and pale, that fall that the baby, Elaine, was two. “What is it, Will?" she asked him. “I thought everything was fine now.” “It's Poole,” said Will, “He's not drawing—he’'s boozing, but, of course, that's not new. Only—he's lost In- terest.” “What do you mean, WII?" He seemed reluctant to thought into crude words. “He's failing—his health, are bad.” “Yon mean—he's old?” “Yes,” said Will. “That's what 1 mean. He can't help {t—poor devil— he struggles against it—but it's show- ing on him.” “But, Will, what are you doing?” “Why, I'm managing—but that's all. When I can get him to help, we work together. We've got the strip all planned out for another year, the gen- eral sequence of things. But I don't feel that I can do Poole's stuff. My own ideas would be different. I can do the drawings well enough—nobody would notice, probably—but—" “You don't want to go on—without him?" “The stuff is his, Ernestine, want to—there's something funda. mentally wrong—even when I'm his partner, and all. For a while, as a makeshift, I ean go ahead, and take care of the mechanics of it, and do the conversation—lut actually, we haven't any business at all. We only have Lim—and when he's gone—" Will sighed, and then squared his shoulders. “Well—here's hoping,” he said, and grinned at her. “I guess the old boat will sail another season. You see— it's hard for me to crowd him, Ernes. tine. He is old, and his eyes are about gone, and he hangs on me—it's like making a sick old horse pull In the harness—for us, Of course, it's for him, too, but it is really for us. We are the ones that will enjoy the money not him, [I find myself soft with him.” “I know.” She understood this ex- actly, and her young face was troubled. She was blooming again with beauty and vitality, She had been a lovely bud but now she was in flower—in her middle twenties—young with beauty and grace, but with poise now, too, and a strong sense of accomplish. ment. She had background now of a new kind—not the background of parents and school and a fine home, but the background of effort and self- control, “I'll take Peter,” she sald. can look after Elaine.” She was going to Lillian's, to see mamma who was home from New York for another visit, Will watched the family away, Elaine perched on his arm. Elaine was happy with her father, and they made a game of supper. Now, at two, she was beginning to be a bonny haby. They had had a long struggle with her. But at last her heart was beginning to beat a rhythmic tune—a healthy or- gan Instead of an undeveloped heart in an undeveloped body. It almost seemed that they could breathe again. After the little girl was sleeping Will sat beside her, smoking and watching her—dreaming those things a father dreams for his little daughter. The daylight was going, and the last of the light seemed to gather in an fridescence about the baby's face. Sud. denly Will was shot through with an emotion more powerful than anything he had ever felt. For just an Instant the baby face seemed the only thing in the world-—the lashes down In a smudge against her cheek-—he saw not flesh, but color—not bony structure, but pure line—idea— He stared at her, and saw not the child but her picture. In that moment he sensed the true identity of her be- (ing, as one hears In astonishment clear tone and harmony where there is no sound. He was profoundly disturbed. Why. he could paint her—this was new ~this feeling ; he had not felt like this before, not even when he daubed so constantly In colors as a child, He had never felt this; he could paint bier; he knew that he could, . » » . . » . During the whole month of Jan. uary Mr. Poole did not draw a line. Ho came to the office and sat there, put his His eyes I don't ” “You but Will could not get him to work, and found himself incapable of much arguing. Early in February he said to Will one day, “This is my birthday.” “ht fg" “Yes—I'm sixty-five—but I ninety-five. Will, I'm through.” “You're through?” “Yes; I'll never draw another line, I can't work any more." There was no questioning the sin- cerity of his tone, Will found himself accepting thls statement as true, Mr. Poole was through, It would be idle to argue or to cajole him, “Well,” he sald after a little, “this is the end of Poole and Todd, then” “Yes,” answered his partner heavily, “it's the end.” After a few minutes of silence, Will got up and began to pack away the drawing boards, to sort out pencils, rack up the stiff cardboard sketches and set the office In order. “I'd like to go to Florida—where it's warm,” sald Poole dreamily., "i've been cold for months." Will looked at him queerly. He felt sad. The old man was, In his own eyes, a failure. He did not feel, nor was he warmed by, the praise or the recognition of others, Long after. ward Will feit that In that moment he had known the cold and clammy breath of death, The death of activity, of hope; the ylelding of some long- loved and never-forgotten dream. “Let's have a party at Pastano’s to- night. Mostane's In town—and Me Dermott would come, Do you think Ernestine would be my guest—at Pas. tano's?” “I think so, John. anything for you.” “Ernestine”—the old man seemed to wander—he paused a long time, and looked at Will with. a faint shining of the old intelligence in his face. “Will, put those d-—d pasteboards down and come here—1 want to tell you some- thing. It was Loring Hamilton that had you fired from the Sun. He had Wiston's affairs in his hands—they were thicker than anyone knew, and Wiston had reason to please Loring. Wiston got tight one night and toid it And lost his job for it. McDermott will be friendly to you, If you take any work to him.” “Don't worry about me, John" “I'm not worrying, you young devil, I want to tell you, though, about Lor ing. Watch out fer him, He's got power now, in a way. He's going to London next year for Pastano. He's the prince of the bootleggers now. Pastano Is using him recklessly, He doesn’t give a d—n for Loring-—will probably ruin him In the end. But Pastano does care about you—and about Ernestine.” “What Loring does is nothing to me. Like most mean things, it worked out for the best. 1 mean-—fou can't do a dirty trick as easily as you think. I've come farther this way than if | had stayed on the San” The old man left to go and make arrangements for his party, and Will, after a brief telephone conversation with Ernestine, pitched into the files, It was late afternoon when he went home and as he went he was turning over in his mind the possibilities for the future. His enthusiasm had gripped a new idea. Ernestine would not like this. But he could do well for him- self. He could! “After all,” he sald to himself, swinging along among the small tidy houses, "after all, I was in danger of becoming a copyist. I've learned all that Poole can teach me. It's time for me to work alone—to develop my own ideas.” Ernestine was dressing, and giving Instructions to the neighbor girl who was to stay with the children. “What do you think, Wil? Shall 1 wear my red dress? 1 thought I would never go to Pastano's again. It's years, though, since we went, and | don't mind going a bit. Will, you aren't listening to me, [I've been so vexed with Peter. He's had two whip- pings, and needed a third. He's get. ting too big for me to spank any more, I wish you'd take a little paddie to him.” Will stood in amazement in the mid- dle of the bedroom, his tie in his hands, looking back at the bright reel of memory—himself and Ernestine walking on Clark street in a late snow feel She'd do most -going into Pastano’s. How his heart had burned that night at Loring and Lillian—at all of them stirring Ernes- tine against him, Why had he cared? He didn't care now. He was singular- ly unmoved by the pronouncement that dismiss him. He realized with a shock that his resentment against Loring had always been personal—from the time he had been a little boy dragging a Ernestine and pulling at her hair. It was because Loring had despised him —not because of Ernestine. It had been Loring's strength tion to his wife. How strange himself and not for her. esteem had suffered, not his love, tine ought not take that vexed tone with the boy. that he had heard her speak Peter frequently, of late. If were naughty he should be punished, not hectored. WI took the boy from his mother, “Go and get dressed.” he sald to her in a tone of command aston- ished her. "You're always scolding the kid about something. Ever since Elaine came he's in trouble, You can’t expect a healthy boy to go on tiptoe all his life becanse he has a sick sis. ter. and dress, and I'll take care of him. Be quiet, Peter, or I'll punish you. Not another word." “He's just like you, and your fam. ily,” Will told Ernestine, “‘He Is will. ful and energetic and intelligent and strong. He wants his own way. In. 0 to which 0 on quarrel with him. You should not per mit him the equality of an argument, and I want you to stop it, Ernestine.” Recollections of a dozen times when Willi had been high-handed with ber rushed over Ernestine, finding it difficult to take corraction from him. “It's just as well for us to under stand one thing at a time without go are taking I'l say ly. “If 1 think you wrong tone with Peter, It's my right” ®0, the car line In silence. They sat be. side each other in the car, they walked toward Pastano's, together in flesh, re. mote In spirit. The strong satisfac. tion of Inner activity shone on Will's face, and it was like a declaration of war to Ernestine, Her anger grew had burned with such resentment. She was excessively courteous to every one at the dinner party. John Poole told her of ifs plans for Florida, of the end of hi} agreement with Will, Ernestine was astonished, “Why didn't you tell me? manded, tuming to Will, and he an- swered her: : “We didn't have a chance to talk” Ernestine felt that Pastano's was bad medicine for her. She was un- happy again. At home, later, somewhat timidiy. “Are we going to be enemies, Will? S80 many married people are foes bitter, unforgiving. ing are in continual conflict, dominate her every move one to gay where they will go, what they will eat, whether or not they will children, I'm willing to accept she de. she win gpoke to He must have keep our unity.” but you, Ernestine,” he sald impa- hands now. Don't be neurotic, instead of on sentimentalities, how, what are you talking Nothing's changed.” She was silent. As he sat on the edge of the bed smoking, she finally Any- underneath the lids, (TO BE CONTINUED) Bossa vs essen oes Charles Payne Smith gave the fol lowing Information In the Typographi- eal Journal regarding the origin of “30” as used by newspaper men and telegraphers: “The first press associ ation organized in Civil war times was composed largely of morning j.ipers published near the eastern seaboard. Each paper sent into the central office items of local interest, which were there edited and telegraphed to all members, It happened that the first message sent to the association totaled 30 words and this figure, with the words ‘Good night’ and the signature of the sender, was placed at the bot tom of the sheet by the operator, At that time plecework was the rule on all papers. The daily grist was usu. ally set up, corrected and in the forms by 10 o'clock, but the compnsitors were compelled to wait around at their own expense until the foreman an. nounced that 30" was in, So ‘30° be came a hyword among printers, sym- bolizing the end.” Great East Indian Firm “Tata Sons, Ltd.” is an Indian house, founded by the late Jamsetjl N. Tata, a Parsl merchant and indus trial ploneer. The headquarters are in Bombay, and the combined capital of their undertakings is estimated at $250,000,000, providing employment for nearly 250,000 people. Dame Fashion Smiles By Grace Jewett Austin One of the greatest style-setters at the present moment is Old Mother Hen! Her style- offering that Is so widely acclaimed is the hue called “egg shell,” Dame Fash- ion feels quite sure that entering any women's wear shop she could tind with- in ten minutes practically every article that a girl or woman delights to put on-from jewelry to shoes, from hats to lingerie, in the soft egg- shell shade. In less poetic days it was sometimes termed “oyster white” It is a shade that is almost white— and still with a difference, Styles In clothes have an Intimate cousin In styles in table manners, and Dame Fashion {8 about ready to belleve that the latter in their way are as subject to change a8 dress fashions, For instance, Dame Fashion as a child was earnestly taught that it was highly improper to tip a soup plate, so to enjoy the last of its contents. And while she was being taught this, the same lesson went to a million, more or less, of American children, But Dame Fashion is quite a soup addict. 8he comes to that course hun- grier than to any other, and conse quently it tastes the best, Soup por tions are often rather small,» and years ago Dame Fashion decided that common sense should rule, and she would have every last soup-drop If she wanted It. This very summer, with the stamp of the highest etiquette authority, has appeared In print the statement that it is entirely good manners to tip a soup plate, at the side away from the diner, so that the last of the portion can be eaten! Dame Fashion has (ately found pleasure In handling one of the sea- son's novelties, in “tear-drop” jewelry. The strings of pearly drops, some of them in suntan or delicate pastel shades as well nas the creamy ones, are especially effective with low neck summer gowns, It was an Immediate thought, “By wearing all of these de liclous tears, one would surely never That was prob ably the principle used by the ancient Greeks and Romans, when they gave gifts of “tear-botties”—spoken of, too, Grace J, Austin, Garden viewing is a delightful oc cupation when all of the conditions are right. If the paths are dry and the flowers happen to be on their best behavior, all Is poetic, jut to go hat-viewing Is an occupation that pever wearies, Said Dame Fashion to a pretty mil liner, “How about these big hats that we hear 80 much about?" “Yes; they are here” she sald. ut hats con- venient for cars and not an anxiety in breezes are still the best beloved kinds. No roses could be prettier than the soft stitched hats of silk, In pastel shades, No feather could be lighter than some of the unlined straws, gauzy as a fairy's wing, With summer temperature about, Dame Fashion almost gasped when a black velvet beret was brought out for her special admiration. “Velvet? “Oh, yes; wivet is coming right in But notice this specialty.” And then Dame Fashion gaw that from the top of this beret hung iittle folds of soft bine grosgrain ribbon, So far, so good. But in these days of matching ensembles, suppose your dress were not of soft blue? Then the special virture of that beret was revealed Like the aglie chameleon, and unlike the leopard, it could change its spots. A parcel of little loops of ribbon pink, white, gold or black—each with its patent fastening to adjust to the heret, made it a “matching accessory” for any sort of gown. (2 1939. Western Newspaper Union.) Long Sleeves and White Cape Features of Frock Philippe et Gaston present this youthfui red frock with jong sleeves and quaintly white cape bordered with red crepe de chine to match, Morning Glory Frock Is Pleasing and Practical A bright sleeveless frock in printed percale makes a cheery start for a morning of odd jobs about the garden or in the houses. And when you can slip it over your head and forget but. tons that drop off or an elusive sepa. rate belt, such a dress is not only pleasing but practical. This Morning Glory frock is just that type—a slip. over with a binding that simulates a surplice opening and at the same time gives a tall slenderizing effect. White Much Favored for Milady’s Summer Clothes Summer clothes are nothing short of thrilling. They are so young and gay and spontaneous by night that one is captivated by them, notes a fash- fon correspondent in the Kansas City Star, The her swings workmanlike active sports woman club or racket in togs. The spectator cares not 8 rap for anything but effect and jolus in the chorus with tones at once har monlous and feminine, The really elegant are sponsoring white, which is, of course, the most luxurious of all, but which makes amends by its good behavior In the sun. One is even agog over white bathing costumes, for it is out long ago that they were many, und by Do means the most conservative, beaches. One sees white swimming sults and white beach cos tumes aplenty these days. sometimes bright color serving as 8 foil, This Is equally true for evening. it Is lm portant to remember that at ome of the smartest Parisian openings white evening clothes scored, especially those accented by Jade Jewelry or by jade shoes or gloves, Just as black bas been introduced with color rather than in solo, white is offered as a companion to such shades as strike an effective contrast, turquoise and jade being outstandiog. Almost everything one wears seems preferred In two rather than one cvlor—white shoes trimmed with tan being an excellent example of this trend. These are not only advocated for active sports, but for all occasions for which women might be expected to wear white shoes, The antici pated vogue for white stockings is glow in getting under way; women seemingly preferring to wear suntan and nude shades in mesh or In plain lusteriess stockings. Black linen” shoes, white and col- ored linen sandals and bine kid shoes to complete blue costumes are im portant footnotes, Gloves are in general usage, slip on types making the smartest gesture. Although white claims and deserves position, one must not underrate the importance or effectiveness of the entire pastel range. Pastels are at home in harmonious groups and also with white, An Easy Way to Clean Those White Kid Gloves Keeping white gloves clean amounts to quite a little sum of pin-money, if they are always immaculate, and the work is done by a cleansing estab. lishment. It really can cost but a small fraction of the amount, if done at home in an expert way, The necessary equipment, says a writer in the Kansas City Star, is a bottle of some preferred cleansing fluld, a large lambswool powder puff and some French chalk, If the gloves are marked with perspiration, a very little liquid white®shoe cleansing Ould may be used, ‘ Put the gloves on, one at a time, so that one hand is free to work over the gloved hand. Pour a little of the cleansing fluid onto the large lambs wool puff, Rub the glove with the dampened puff until the dirt is gone, The pressure of the puff on the glove surface brings the fluid to the surface and if does not evaporate as it would if it were not held by the wool, Next dip the puff into a saucer of French chalk. he slight moisture of the puff will make the chalk ad here well. Rub the chalked puff over the glove, renewing the chalk on it whenever it brushes off while ft cleanses the glove and gives it that fine finish gloves have when they come from an expert cieanser’s, ¥ P= THF E3 KITCHEN g2% CABINET E=— (43. 1920, Womtern Newspaper Union.) “Care to our coffin adds a nail no doubt And every grin so one out.” merry, draws SALADS AND THINGS It is easy during the warm weath- er to find plenty of salad materials, The crisp green ones are those most enjoyed. While the string beans are plenti- ful use them free- ly—"eat what you can and can what you can't.” Fresh beans prepared as for the table put to cook in salted water, using enough to make them salty to the taste and enough so that when reheat- ed with cream, milk or butter there will be no need for more, cook until half done, then can and seal in per- fectly sterile jars, new tops and rub- bers. When you want a dish of beans, there they are, with a turn of the wrist and a dash of cream and but- ter, a deliclous hot vegetable, Use less water In cooking vegetables and save It all, Use It for gravies instead of water or milk, or if there Is too much, chill it and give it to those who need it most as a drink. Teeth and bones are bullt up from the vegetable minerals which we con- sume, Green Onions in Cream Sauce. Some time pull 8 few of the tender green onions and cook them, stems and all, until tender, Serve on toast with a rich cream sauce. They are every bit as good as asparagus for a change. Don't forget to add a half teaspoon- ful or more of sugar to peas, corn, or in fact any vegetable while all will be Improved with cept those which thelr own. Real medicine may be pulled daily from your little back yard garden. Eat your vegetables raw as much as possible. Grated raw carrots, finely shredded beets and cabbage are all wholes... ond easily digested. Baked Corn cooking; sugar, ex- contain plenty of ana Tomatoes —Ar- range sliced peeled tomatoes and fresh corn cut from the cob in layers In a buttered baking dish. Season with sait, pepper and generously with but- ter. Cover with buttered crumbs and bake thirty minutes in a moderate oven, Friday Fish S8Salad.—Wash small heads of lettuce and cut into halves, remove the centers and arrange on a large platter. Mix one cupful of tuna with one-half cupful of chopped cel- ery, two tablespoonfuls of chopped green pepper and two tablespoonfuls of sweet pickle chopped. Sprinkle with one teaspoonful of salt and cover with one-half cupful of thousand is land dressing. Place lettuce nests and pour over another half cup- ful of the salad dressing. chilled. in the Serve well SUMMER HINTS During the hot weather, where there t much humidity, the body loses much moistgre which is most essential to it, so it Is wise to drink freely of cooling drinks to supply this waste, Very cold drinks chill the stomach and are un- wholesome for anyone, especially children and adults who are suffering with heat. Iced drinks when served should be sipped slowly. When very warm pour