Bright Star By Mary Schumann Copyright by Macrae Smith Co, WNU Service CHAPTER IX--Continued — Se Sloan relaxed. get out of town for a few days. a new perspective on your ries, whatever they are. We of scene.” He nodded at him kind- ly. “I can spare you next week.” he walked home. a help, might ease the burden. The radio was chanting with a ge blooo-ooes! Dorrie, near it, a Decatur Street he came in. out the window. She started at his prise. “Didn’t you expect me yet?” “Of course — five-thirty. But I hadn't realized it was so She put her hand absently to her hair, patted it back. ‘Hughie, 1 haven't any dinner ready. food. And see—I burned my hand this morning.” “I'm sorry.” “On the toaster. current on. to bandage it. Will you be very “I have my moments!” deavored to speak lightly. his eyes. through his veins. be? The club?” “Most anywhere. rial dinner.” He wanted her to sit down, want- ed to tell her about the vacation, but she slid out of his arms with a feline grace. “I'll make for the stairs. left him, her haste closed down on him. to get away per, sat down by the window. His eye traveled over the headlines— the orders received by the steel mills which would put several hun- dred more men to work,the dying out of the last epidemic in infantile paralysis, the suicide of a promi- nent banker, the President's latest speech. On the third page a small item caught his roving eye: Joan Whitney, 120 Mimosa street, vs. Cunningham Whitney, 120 Mimosa street, on the grounds of mental cruelty. They were married April 6, 1924, and have no children. Ellen, half-hidden in a big chair. zlutched the magazine she was reading and braced herself, for her mother had come posite Ellen. ing?" “The Modern Arts Magazine.” Lizzie's lips ingly. “It's harmless, isn't it?" manded Ellen with sudden spirit. “l supposc you have to have something to occupy your mind.” It was hard to concentrate with Mother staring at her, read it only because she hoped her absorbed. “How he could treat you that way~-the cad! My blood boils when I think about it!” Ellen threw the magazine down. Some more bloodless surgery was to be attempted—cutting—dissect- ing—probing! And there was no anesthetic to deaden you to the pain of the knife held by maternal hands. “It's exactly what you wanted,” she said in a low voice. “You didn’t approve of him.” “I was very nice to him—very!” “And if he likes Kezia better, he has a right to change his mind. Let's not discuss it any more.” “Ellen, you never give me your confidence,” complained Lizzie. “You always keep me at arm's length.” Ellen was silent for a moment, then she leaned forward pleading- ly. “Mother, couldn't I . . . please don’t say ‘no’ right away : couldn't 1 take that last year of art school this fall? I know it is October, but I'd only be a few weeks late. 1 could make it up. They go abroad in December. Please talk it over with I'ather! + + . I'm very unhappy here . . . please let me go away!” Lizzie straightened herself regal- ly. “Now we've been all over that before. No daughter of mine can go around studying naked statues in France and Italy with a troop of dissolute students.” “They're not dissolute.” “l don't care how well you are chaperoned, or how famous your instructors are—I won't hear of it. can go with me to Europe. Your father will never leave long enough to take me, so we'll go together! Just be patient.” “But it's not the same. J want the instruction in the class. I want to graduate from Pearson school.” “But why in the world do you want another year? You can’t se- riously mean to be an artist?” “Why not” “An artist?’ Lizzie's voice whined like a saxophone off key. “With all your {father's money! Such nonsense!" “It's not nonsense, Mother. It's seeing things further than anyone else sees, expressing things that it's some- words." The silver voice ran off Lizzie rain off water-proof. She reached up and swatted a fly on the curtain. “I'm sure you paint very pretty pictures now,’ she said flatly. Ellen knew her cause was lost. She wondered drearily if Lizzie had ever been in love—not liking, not but had known this lovely terrifying thing she felt for Jerry. She couldn't have—or she would remember. CHAPTER X On Monday morning Hugh de- parted on a week's hunting trip with Doc Hiller and two of Doc's friends, both of whom Hugh had met on several previous occasions. Hugh sat beside Doc who drove; Rappaport and Akin were in the rear, together with duffle bags, and Rap's English setter, Laddie. Two rest- less setters were boxed on the in the rear. Toward won they had covered a hundred and fifty miles and were approach- ing the hunting preserve; Doc be- came more and more enthusi- “This little burg is Tunketstown. the roughest road you ever saw— narrow as the gate to heaven, and second gear most of the way! Three miles of that before we come to the lake and you see the lodge.” They were driving through coun- try where rising hills were gayly flying the last banners of autumn. They had the colors of a Paisley LLL “It's Exactly What You Want- ed,” She Said. shades of yellow, green and mauve. At the next curve you'll see it,” said Doc. He had cast aside his infinite scarlet, shawl, TT out on a lark. Hugh Marsh was unexpectedly with him. He had met | i hunting trip Monday, bird hunting, ruffed grouse. Hugh's eyes had kindled. He had laid his hand on his arm. “Take me along, Doc! I'm no hunt- I go as a guest? Pay my share?” “Go?” He had almost choked. Hugh—go? The darned old idiot! No one he would rather have with him! ‘Sure you can go!” he had answered. And they had gone into Hugh's office and talked over the equipment he would need. Doc Hiller had explained about this club to which he had belonged for three years and suggested that Hugh join it. The dues were only nifty dollars; the comfortable lodge house could take care of twenty men; they had dammed the stream and stocked the lake for trout fish- ing; in November the members went for grouse and quail, and in December for deer and black bear. It was a hunter's paradise: The air was like wine; the fellows were a good sort—no game hogs. They had a colored cook who could cook like nobody's business. Hugh would be so tired he would sleep like a baby, eat well, and forget he ever had a steel plant to worry over! Hugh had drawn his hand across his eyes with a tired gesture. “Just the thing—just what I want.” Doc shut his teeth grimly. He knew what was eating the old boy. He had guessed it before the hints came, “Here we are,” he sang out. (TO BE CONTINUED) t od \ EEMS as if every type of mate- rial ever known has gone into print. The latest entrant into the printed realm is lace. Printed laces are the big news in the lacy story for the coming season. Granted \ spring are more lovely each year, but never have they risen to greater heights of glamor then when col- color-gloriously. is fashioned of printed Chantilly lace, the patterning done in green and shades of yellow and orange. Black ribbons make the shoulder straps and belt of this handsome gown. And if you want to wear printed of printed lace worn with your new spring bolero wise is sufficient, The advance arrival of new prints ises to exceed all previous records ly hold sign. The same the grand and glorious linens, also pique prints whose spectacular fling ai color is simply breathtaking, See the youthful contrast et-and-skirt costume centered in the group illustrated. An ensemble like this is an especially smart cruis fashion for deck-pacing or for goir ashore at points enroute ing print and plain. one of the new preshrunk where frequent sary. The fact that prints are going strong in sunny resort and among tubbing is neces BEIGE LACE By CHERIE NICHOLAS ’ Beige is high fashion again as in Tact are all shades that suggest cin- namon and yellowish and delicate brownish tints. These colors are especially effective in lace and have the added advantage of practical ity and wearability. The stunning lace dress pictured is tailored of beige lace. It has a nicety of de- tail that is recognized at a glance. I'he full skirt lends itself to move- ment and is most graceful on the dance floor. This is a grand type for the winter cruise and for pack- ing up for a southern resort vaca- tion as well as for the “little” eve- nings in town. implies that midseason stay-at- homes are being left printless. On the contrary the prints that are peeping from beneath winter coats aie as refreshing a sight as could possibly greet winter-weary eyes. The colors are entrancing and the patternings are unmistakably “new.” The fact that the motifs are widely spaced makes for an absolutely “different” look. As a tonic that acts instantaneously we recommend a frock forthwith and sans delay made of one of the ra- diantly colorful new prints. An interesting characteristic of early arriving modes is that the em- and novelty of the print which fash- ions the dress rather than on its making. In fact the new print frocks are styled most simply the more to show off to advantage the beauty of their material which thrills with unique designs and dramatic color- ings. The print fashioning the daytime group illustrated makes color-play i's big feature. Creen and red on brown ground is the color scheme. suede. The large jewelled clas Uge ones are worn this the neckline further emg } idea of strik- spring prints » newest looking re large and dis- and set apart. Just s is the dark grounds that ag ip | c, the i atte ¥ art especiall ) stern Newspaper Union, © We LACE HEADDRESSES SMART FOR SPRING By CHERIE NICHOLAS Fashion has always decreed that you shall be smart—and this vear that you shall be pretty as well. This combination is entirely possi- ble when you have seen yourself in the all-lace hats which are becom- ing more and more popular for din- ing out and the theater. One, a Schiaparelli model, is helmet like, with a conic crown. The lace is fixed on wire and gives the Span- ish touch, which of course is the thing this season. If you prefer to get your Spanish effect in another way, don't forget the mantilla. It can do wonders towards conveying that air of mys- tery and romance. And you can make it yourself, fashioning it in your own way. Some are made of squares of Chantilly; others have lace borders around net. We noted particularly one of plain net, with a wide border of lace. They are, in- cidentally, equally attractive when worn as scarves or shawls, and even folded in a triangle and tied ascot-fashion in front. Black and White Popular for Formal Evening Wear Black and white have established themselves as the height of for- mality for evening wear. Used to- gether, they are always the more effective. Seen recently in one of the best New York fashion ateliers was a formal gown of white lace, pailletted all over with rhinestones, and over it was worn a charming, hiplength jacket of black net. Fit- ted snugly at the waistline, and with straight sleeves slightly puffed at the shoulder, it flared out in a full peplum below the waist. 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