Copyright Macrae-8mith Co.
SYNOPSIS
S——
To the quiet household of Doctor
Ballard, in Mulberry Square, youthful
Dr. Hugh Kennedy, comes a8 an As-
sistant, to stay a year. He first meets
Janie, nineteen-year-old daughter of
Doctor Ballard. Her older sister, Celia,
a petted beauty, is away from home.
Hugh regards Janie, a universal favor-
{te, as a small girl, to be treated as a
chum. He is impressed by evidences of
Doctor Ballard's kindness of heart, and
his popularity. Hugh sees a photograph
of Celia, and is impressed by her love.
liness,
CHAPTER IV—Continued
nem
“You'd stop
Are we
Janie nodded,
“Well that's a
long gusty sigh,
brate. We'll
park.”
“And have
Janie was Janie,
Hugh was
too. She gave a
piness and smiled her wide gay smile.
“That's the girl!”
her. “You're lovely when you smile.
Lovely! She smil-
ing.
“1 feel
said. “Just not
hinted *
thinking + + +
better
friends again?"
drew a
we'll
Riverside
relief!” He
“Tonight
out to
cele-
drive
supper at the Inn?
getting excited again.
smiling. Janie smiled,
i bounce of hap
His eyes admired
"
couldn't stop
Cheshire cat,”
"w
like the
hing at all but a smile,
The Ferris wheel circled
third time up, It
very close
very far below,
The
stars
1 twice,
stopped ; the
above them, the ground
Hugh?
“They'll fix it noment,
ened?
HUN OO
“Is something
Frigh
“You don't seem quite sure.”
His arm circled around her. Her
hand slipped into his, He held it close
in a warm comforting clasp. Her cheek
brushed his shoulder, was con-
scious of a new and bewildering emo
tion. #1 must be falling in
thought. “I'm falling in
Hugh" . .
The wheel began to turn.
dered if
aching, blissful emotion.
down
Janie
she
with
‘hea ™
love,
love
She won.
this
They slipped
from the shadows into the daz
zle of light. He lifted her out of the
car, still fast to her hand
What was he thinking? She glanced
up at him her misted
with tears. He was looking at her
hand.
“Janie Ballard!" he
chewed that thumb
"
quick!
he were feeling it, too,
holding
lashes
shyly,
“You've
nail down to the
sald.
CHAPTER V
g a garden
party Hall." The
party was confined ex
the garden, however, In
visited
Aunt Lucy was havi
at “Sportsman's
not lusively to
no one
gardens at all unless led
there by Uncle Frank t« nire his
peacocks, his goldfish or his roses,
Uncle Frank boasted that each bud on
the luxuriant bushes cost him, all
things considered, exactly
apiece,
He was a square thick-set man with
a ruddy complexion, twenty
er than Aunt Lucy,
white hair, 3 brown
beautiful figure. All the
turned gray early in life
had been clever enough not to tamper
with nature. She had the appearance
of being constantly dressed and wigged
for a costume party, You liked to look
at Aunt Lucy.
Uncle contrary, ap-
peared always to be dressed for a tus
sle with one of his horses. He called
himself a “gentleman farmer.” Great
uncle Charlie contended that the title
was Inaccurate, Uncle Frank Grove, he
said, was neither a gentleman nor a
farmer. Great-uncle Charlie was per
mitted to say such things merely be
cause nobody on earth could y
h
the
dollar
one
years old-
had pure
eyes and a
Ballards
Aunt Lucy
who
young
Frank, on the
stop him,
Great-uncle Charlie sat in a rustic
chair beneath a copper-beech tree on
the rolling front lawn. Aunt Lucey,
seated with a group of her guests
under a neighboring copper-beach, at
intervals cast an anxious eve in his
direction. She had hoped that he
wouldn't be present, There was never
any telling what the dreadful old man
might do or say. Great-uncle Charlie
was aware of her anxiety. [It helped
kim to endure the boredom of what he
considered a very stupid party.
The armchair was placed conven
fently near the punch bowl. Merely
by reaching out his arm Jeff was able
to refill Great-uncle Charlie's glass
Jeff had been borrowed for the ocea-
sion. Aunt Lucy borrowed Jeff on all
state occasions. She apparently felt
that a family servant added atmos
phere even though he was not, strict
ly speaking, attached to her own
menage,
“How dat punch, Mistah Cha'lle?”
Jeff asked as he once again performed
the agreeable ceremony of refilling
Great-uncle Charlie's glass,
“Tolerable, Jeff, tolerable.” Great.
uncle Charlie raised his glass aloft
and smiled his waggish smile, “Well,
here's to mules and the Civil war!”
“You mustn't, Uncle Charlie” A
small determined person In a creamy
frock planted herself in front of him
1
and reached Jor the upraised glass.
Uncle Frank's father, it seemed, had
made a fortune In shady transactions
with mules during the Civil war, It
was Great-unecle Charlie's favorite
story. He laughed all over. His round
paunch quivered, So did his shoul
ders and his fat pink cheeks,
“Simple gratitude, Janie my dear,”
he chuckled. “If mules can produce
all this—" His sweeping gesture in
cluded the glorified farm house, the
oaks and the trees, the lawns
and river itself, sparkling and blue in
the sunshine. “Well, I'm for them,
that's all. My sainted Aunt Maria!"
He suddenly exclaimed. “Now what
does Lucy think of that?”
Janle's eyes followed his to an oak
along the drive. Muriel, stand.
FT
ll
beech
tree
Muriel, Standing, Leaned Against
the Massive Trunk.
Muriel, ordinarily, was
figure and
Her features were heavy.
wide square mouth had a
warm brown
But
cer.
eyes,
Today she looked almost pretty
as she leaned against the tree talking
with unaccustomed vivacity to Tom
McAllister, only a than
she,
“Aunt Lucy
sald gravely. “Tom
Muriel
Her
the lawn to the roa
Hugh had promised
Muriel presently
needn't worry, 1 guess”
fey t
were
down over
woul
alive If Cella
straved
ig
know was
here ™ Ove
along the river.
strolled by with
“We're
said In
yoice,
“Come along,
pleasantly.
“No thank you, Tom.
pleasant to watch the
over with shadows,
going Mariel
her ca ul finishing s«
hool
Janie” om added
It was more
road
dappled
“When do you expect Cella?
A shade of annoyance slipped across
Muriel’'s face. She wasn't pretty now
She was merely a thin, rather sallow
girl with a flair for the right sort of
clothes,
answered,
“Soon,” Janie
any day.”
“Almost
Almost any day! Janie's eyes re
turped to the road along the river, as
Muriel and Tom strolled on toward
the house. It seemed doubly im.
portant, now, that Hugh should keep
his promise. Celina spoiled things for
everybody. Once she, ton, had he
lieved the Cella myths, That was a
long time ago, . .
Whatever has happened to Janie?
Great-uncle Charlie glanced down at
his favorite grandniece, brown as a
beech-nut in her creamy embroidered
frock. She sat very still, with a sort
of a listening look, her eyes on the
road from town, A ray of light pricked
through the mist of questions in Great.
uncle Charlie's head,
“What time is it, Uncle Charlie?
The old man consulted a ponderous
watch.
“Half past four.”
Half past four!
happened to Hugh!
And then she heard it, the clatter
and racket of a nolsy little roadster,
Instantly she was alive all over, eyes
shining, words tumbling, creamy kid
slippers dancing with excitement.
“That's Horatius! He's come, Uncle
Charlie! He's come!"
“Who's come—Santa Claus?
“Hugh! But he isn't coming In.
He's walting and tooting the horn.
isn’t it a silly horn, Uncle Charlie? It
sounds like a cat with the croup. Oh
my goodness! I'd better go see what's
happened.”
Great-uncle Charlie watched her
race down the drive, skirt blowing,
legs twinkling, the butterfly bows on
her slippers lifting like tiny wings.
The first faint ray of suspicion became
as the breaking of dawn,
“So that's the way the wind blows"
Great-uncie Charlie observed to Jeff
“When Celia comes home there'll be
If something had
ructions. My sainted Aunt Marlal 1
wish—I hope I'll be asleep!”
“Aren't you glad I kidnaped you?”
Hugh, in his bathing suit, lay among
the moss and pine needles on the bank
at the tip of the point,
“You didn't, exactly.” Janle, sitting
on a blanket to protect her party
frock, gave a little bounce of pleasure,
“I just came tagging along.
“Well, anyway, we're here Hugh
stretched lazily, “Was it a nice party?
What did you do, Janie?”
“1 sat on the with my feet
stretched out so people would admire
my slippers.’
“You baby,” he
little funny kid"
Janie's spirits dropped for a
ment. She felt particularly grown up
and elegant in the frock of
chiffon which Aunt Lucy had brought
from Paris. Funny kid! Even the
“dear” didn't help very much. Hugh
would persist In treating her like a
child and he, she wag no
more than a boy himself with his tem.
pers and whistling and spells of being
lazy, There he now, chinning
himself on a hickory limb and looking
to see if she didn't think he was
grand.
“How's that?" Expectantly.
“You baby !" Tilting her chin in the
grass
said, “You dear
mo-
creamy
reflected,
was
into the water, pulled
long even
away from the shore with 8
strokes, Janie sighed with content.
Lovely day!
head was a glint in the distance
strong. If somethin
should happen to Hugh! There, thar
goodness, he was stroking It bac
shore,
“Hugh!
far.”
“Why not?
She couldn't tell him exactly why
It was all mixed up with the singing
inside of her heart,
current
was
You shouldn't swim out so
*Funerals are a nuisance,” she sald
“And | look dreadful in black”
He laughed and threw himself down
¥
beside her, his head on the olivegreen
.
“Light me a cigarette,
“You're the laziest person
“My hands are wet.”
She 1 be of
I know.”
course, puffed once or
and handed It
y talked, Hugh discussed his hazy
for the future,
twice promptly over
I'll go abroad for a year or
tudy, | mean. Berlin and
i kit lost
val of silence. he pink
sky
a ciear pale amethyst no
Shadows creeping among the trees,
*l thought you had gone to sleep.”
»
“1 was thinking.
“What?
“Do you hate It terribly, Fingh?
“Hate what, you funny kid?
“Living
“No, 1
with us in the Square”
like it
into
invited me to
christening party.”
Shall you go?”
“If soul
about a present?
something
“A silver cup
graved?
“Better make It a keg. The name
is Victor Emanuel Sebastian-1 can't
remember the rest.”
Another Interval of silence,
“Hugh, we ought to be getting home."
“It's pleasant here ,
another fag”
“Your hands are perfectly dry.”
“But you do it so well” A teasing
smile, “You are a good little egg.”
Egz! A lady In a Paris frock! A
long indignant silence,
“Janie?”
"Hom?
“We could have a Christmas party
for the kids in the Square.”
“What made you think of Christ
mas?"
“That star up there above the tall
est pine”
A tiny star shining alone In the
primrose and amethyst sky , . . They
planned a Christmas party for the
children in the Square. Janie remem.
bered with a pang that three months
of the time between this evening and
Christmas she would be in college
three hundred miles away. She spoke
of, it dolefully,. Hugh promised to
come for a week-end and write to her
very often. That made It seem loss
of a trying ordeal. Funny to feel that
way. She had liked college pretty
well . . .
The twilight inspired confidences.
Hugh talked seriously about the things
he wanted to do, “As though I were
more important,” she thought, “than
Just a funny kid" She wished It
needn't end, this feeling of being close
to him, sharing his dreams, planning
things for the future, Maybe, some
time, he would feel it, too, this close.
ness, this wishing it needn't end.
Mother had married Father when she
was Just nineteen , ,
And say, I'm
society Tony Silver's
wife the new Silver's
“
go with
Will
gorgeous 7
me
And what
Jou get me
with the name en
. Light me
iH
“Look at our Christmas tree now,”
Hugh suddenly exclaimed,
The tallest pine was tipped with a
brilliant new star.
“You can't see the tiny first one,
Janie mourned.
“It's lost in the dazzle”
Lost In the dazzle! That's how it
Is with Celia and me, Janle thought
miserably, The tiny star had looked
80 lovely alone
The twilight had deepened. Every
thing seemed hushed and shadowed
and almost heart-breakingly sad. Lost
in the dazzle! It was always that
way. tried to win back the
tears that gathered on her lashes, The
attempt was unsuccessfpl. They rolled
forlornly
"
Janie
over rr cheeks, splashed
“Are you cryl
A negative shal
“What is it,
“y
Hora
protest, in
lus stopp
front of
saw a spurt of light in
ind then through the
ker
ed, with its customi
the old brick
house, Janle
the living
' A
! blinds a soft an flit
Mother mu
was she lighting
ttie odd
smooth
bove the card
the
ated
halted at
seemed ro
white, sat at
chin a little raised
lovely her
idle-light made a
about her head and gave her skin the
transiucent quality of thin creamy
u She appeared
n reveries and totally unconscious of
the
to shew
piano, |
i 00, oO
the long curve of throat.
he car radiance
sreelaln, » be wrapped
observing eyes.
Hugh's tribute to the picture wi
almost soundless, a quick indrawn
breath. But Janie heard it
though she had beard it,
with a pretty start of surprise,
let eyes for a moment,
ming expression. Her lips
a gentle welcoming smile,
“Janie ™
113 3
MEe p
Celia,
100,
y
HOST,
she volee
"It's
murmured In a
ucked silver harp-strings,
to see you again”
ile drew a
lifted
lovely
and
long deep breath
her chin,
said, “this is Hugh”
CHAPTER VI
wns al howe,
Cella It made every
Janle was seidom al
Was merely
gister of the
Not that Celia was un
She was, on the con
that she
pretliest
very sweet and affectionate.
“Janie ia devoted to that playground.”
say in the
“She's such a busy brown little
bee, She makes me feel like a butter.
fiy." are
‘
r utterflies are enchant
she would of a
presence
caller,
Bees, of little
COUrse, dull
creatures and
ng. Celia was a belle
gallant elderly
“sonst.” Celina,
tiest girl in town,
Just at first, Cella pald little atten
tion to Hugh. Janie wondered at her
lack of appreciation. She wanted her
to admire him—from a safe and disimr
terested distance,
“Isn't he nice? she asked one eve.
ning. She was watching Celia dress In
her airy front bedroom upstairs, all
lilac and cream and rose, as fresh and
as dainty as Celia herself,
“He looks healthy.” Cella was ab
sorbed in the pretty task of brushing
her silky hair.
“1 think he's nice-looking”
cheeks were unusually pink
he's getting along so well
says Hugh is a born doctor.”
“I've had enough of doctors!”
Celia's voice was almost petulant,
“Why Celia Ballard!™ Janie’s eyes
were blazing.
“Father is different, of course”
Celig hastened to make amends, She
had to be approved of-even by brown
little Janie. "But the atmosphere de
presses me so, sickness and suffering
and pain. You wouldn't understand,
Janie dear. You don't mind such
things. I'm so absurdly sensitive.”
From which Janle gathered, with a
lifting of her spirits, that Celia bad
no ambition to be a doctor's wife,
The feeling of happiness vanished,
however, when she saw him standing
in the hall late that afternoon watch.
ing Celia walk down the stairs, Celia
wore a frock of sheer white swiss
with a tight bodice and a full ankle
length skirt, At her waist was a small
corsage of lilies-of-the-valley tiled with
loops of green ribbon. Janle saw the
admiring expression in Hugh's brown
eyes, heard his quick indrawn breath,
“That's the way I thought of you”
he sald softly. “Lilles-of-the-valley”
Janie didn’t wait to hear any more.
She rushed out through the kitchen,
up the back stairs, along the second
floor hall and up to her own quiet
room, It was a peaceful haven, com.
forting and familiar, She flung her
self face down on the bed and cried a
little and kicked at the counterpane
with her toes. Then she felt better.
Celia was what
gentlemen called a
in short, was the pret.
Janie's
“And
Father
She bathed her eyes and smoothed her
halr and began to dress for supper.
At supper, Hugh talked very little.
He kept looking at Cella, all white and
creamy and pink with her honey-col-
ored head set like a flower on the
slender stem of her throat. Cella,
algo, talked very little, She appeared
to be wrapped in reveries. Her long-
lashed violet eves seemed to be gazing
upon hidden beyond
the restricted vision of ordinary mor-
tals,
some loveliness
ad you didn't get
dd." Mother, too, was looking
at Celia, all white and and
“Janle looks like a gypsy.
ather was looking at Janie,
“I'm gli yourself
sunburne
creamy
pink, "
giris,” he sald with a
anie felt a lump in her throat, Fa-
us the dearest per-
nin all
I
ting different, Celia
Muriel invited them
Ha and Janie and Hugh.
that
¥ up into the woods, He
he lawn and looked at Celia in
Janie sat
#8 hugging her knees in her
it as a small bronze
sade
atl hothe,
for ten, Cx
tiry » {130s 1 % yer ev
me Hugh didn't suggest
} Awa
w ta. hw vi ry i ap he
Wide-Orimmedq iac hat,
let
noked
RINocEeq
cigarettes and
talked
a beautifu
bored. Celia
m pres
legal af-
‘om drew
quizzical smil
of his mouth, Ft i hich
deceived by
our poses but 1 think you are beauti-
ul” Tom always looked at Cells
at way.
Tom had an
swemed to say
¥
Irish mother and a
sr. It was the Irish in him,
, Which worshiped Celia's
canny 8¢ part of
from deceived
which stronger.
Scotch fath
otch
him iim being
kept
wondered was
erhaps Tom wondered, too,
You
I
It was amazing, Janie thought how
Cella commanded She never
beautiful or
You expected her to, when she
wmnds linked loosely in
eyes dreaming off into the
I that was the
ttention,
pything witty or
reg.
Celia prom-
ensnaring the
out very well
meshed
itted silk, talked in-
of a recent trip to Japan.
was a Japanese man at
“He
igure
our
called
Celia
* ou sed 3
interrupted.
“You Don’t Mind Such Things. I'm
So Absurdly Sensitive”
me Almond Flower.” She Ianghed
softly, a single quivering harp string.
That was the way she did it, Janle
thought. She made you feel that the
almond trees in far Jupan had flow.
ered for the sole purpose of giving
Celina a pretty name. She saw the
flash of Interest in Hugh's brown eyes
and wished she had never been born.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Named St. Lawrence River
The St. Lawrence river received its
name from the fact that Jacques Car
tier christened one of the little bays
on the north shore of the gulf, St
Lawrence. He entered the bay on the
tenth of August, 1535. It was the day
of the Feast of St Lawrence. The
name spread gradually to the whole
gulf and river. St Lawrence was a
deacon of the early Christian church
who was put to death by order of the
Roman Emperor Valorian, Tt is sald
that when he was ordered to hand
over the church's money, he went
around and gathered together all the
poor among whom he had been in the
habit of dividing it. He was buried
in the Catacombs
AN INFERENCE
During a history lesson the teacher
pointed out to the class that a sure
name often Indicated the trade of
the ancestors of those who bore the
name, He gave the obviously simple
Smith, Taylor, Baker,
and others,
Then he questioned
boys: “What
Webb?"
“Spiders, sir "London Tit-Bit
one of the
were your ancestors,
NOTHING ALARMING
Proceeding Scientificall
*Guess | may as well come
mid Farmer Corntossel,
“Come to what?"
“*Studyin® the s¢
out
goin’ to
man of the Department
profit of worthless material
write to the
id get him to send me
bulle
Call a Plumber
Boy—8: how many
8 of milk
ther-—-Well, there's evaporated
1s
milk,
but why do you wish to know?
“Oh, I'm drawing a picture of a
cow and 1 want to know how many
tpigols to put on her.,"—Farm Jour
nal
buttermilk, malted milk and-
Satisfactory
itor-You don't mean to tell me
t you have lived in this out-of-the
place for over thirty years?
nhabltant—1 have,
Visitor—Bat, really, }
what you can find to keep
Inhabitant—Nelther ct
why I like it!
cannot see
you busy.
n —~that's
CLASSIFIED
find an account of
your football game on the sporting
mye,
@
=
Look
nm--We were slaughtered
in the obituary column.
Political Unrest
“Do you believe that politics makes
strange bed fellows?
“Yes,” answered Senator Sorghum.
“But the fact brings no repose,
Trouble is aiways caused by the man
who wants to grab all the covers and
kick the other fellow out™
Scarecrows
“Must be a lot of gentlemen farm-
ers around here”
“Yeh-uh
“Never saw $0 many SCarecrows
wearing evening dress"-——Loulsville
Courier-Journal,
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