Bright Star By Mary Schumann Copyright by Macras Smith Co. WNU Service CHAPTER XII—Continued RE A premonitory through Kezia. think?” “That it might be better for us to break it off.” Kezia sat bolt upright. He would go back to Ellen! People would say he had thrown her over! She had a feeling for Jerry that no one else had ever stirred. He brought a swift challenge to her. He was elusive; he never satiated her with his dependence. Jerry guided the car to a bumpy pause on the shoulder of the road, switched off the ignition. ‘Come here,”” he said gently. He gath- ered her in his arms, laid his cheek against hers. ‘‘She cares . . my little Kezia cares,” he whispered. She felt his lips tremble as they touched hers. “You want to give me up!” “No, Angel, no! I love you—you know I do.” “You've been horrid.” He gave a despairing gesture. “It seems so hopeless.” “We won't allow it to be hope- less." He was silent for a moment, keeping his arms tightly about her. “No?” he questioned. pause then he said, anything to suggest?” “We might live with Mother.” Life was very dreary, thought Kezia, when you couldn't have what you wanted! And Jerry was the right combination for her. Just went you shiver “What do ‘“‘Have you vested with a certain quality of emotion; the sulky fullness his dark eyes sent warm waves up her arms into her shoulders. She youth which drives wants, mistakes or not, the imper- jous urge which cannot wait for AY th we could live with he said a little hesitation “Yes, that's a ml on Jerry's f th to hold to! ize me?” ‘‘He wouldn't. “l can him welcoming me to the family circle—big boy they had to keep!” His tone was rue- ful. “It would be for while,” she coaxed. something good in a Perhaps Hugh would . “Do you think so?” His see only a “You'll little get then voice ing And Uncle John Renshaw--not I think if I went to him, asked him very prettily, told him how fond I am of him—and of you—he'd try to help.” ‘He might do something,” Jerry thoughtfully. “No matter how good you are, it's pull and family that put a fellow up. I've seen it happen tov many times not to know. And if 1 made just a lit- tle more—say forty or fifty a week —you'd be willing to try it, Love- liness?" said He started the car. for a mile or so swept a sign the hill: “Brookline. Marriage Li- censes. No Waiting.” Kezia smiled to turned it over in her mind. on & curve might be advantages to it. chuckled a little and he turned to her inquiringly. “l was thinking about that sign on the hill—the one about marriage licenses.” “What about it?" “Think!” she commanded. “Then tell me if you are thinking the same thing I am.” His eyes gleamed with swift in- telligence. ‘You wouldn't—-?" She snuggled her face against his sleeve. "Funny boy—it would work, wouldn't it? All over and done with everyone would have to put a good face on about it! . Is it a grand idea or isn’t it?” “Not give a hang for the future? Let it take care of itself?” . “It would—it would!" she chant- ed gleefully. “I know my family they're very loyal. Once it's done and over with they'd—-"" “Have to like it?” “They'd help us—Hugh, Uncle John, Will Platt.” Excitement played over Jerry's face, excitement and something more. He drove with one hand slowly while his right arm encir- cled her. ‘“‘And I'd bave you for keeps, darling Kazzie!” In Brookline which was just over the Pennsylvania border, it was not difficult to be directed to the frame house of John Bascome, the marry- ing squire. He was a small man, with a round head, and close-set eves. He looked greedily pleased at their appearance, surveyed them with quick speculation, and exact- ed a good sized fee from Jerry be- fore he asked the necessary ques- tions. He would have the marriage license made out and would mail it to them in a day or so. His wife and daughter appeared as wit- nesses. Margery and Will Platt had been over for dinner, and after- ward, Hugh and Will discussed the last municipal election and the cal- ibre of the men in office. The talk, with Fluvanna and Margery, mak- ing comments, asking questions, switched to national affairs, to the labor situation and to the revolu- tion in business methods. Hugh was restless after they left. Now that the interlude of having to make conversation and listen to oth- ers was over, he was conscious of a slump. “1 think I'll go for a walk, Mother.” He had reached for his hat when the front door bell pealed sharply. He took the telegram the boy hand- ed him, signed for it, tore it open. “The fool! the little fool!" he ejac- ulated. “Why, vanna. So this was what Kezia had meant when she said “You'll all drive me to something one of these days!’ He hesitated a moment be- fore he handed the message to his mother. “From Kezia . she's done what we hoped to prevent married him." Fluvanna read: “Jerry and I were married in Brookline this eve- ning. Home in a day or so. Very happy. Tell mother. Love. Kezia." Kezia and Jerry came home to live. Jerry was devoted to Kezia, thoughtful of Fluvanna. Uncle John Renshaw, after much from Kezia, found a Jerry in some govern- ment work at a better salary. An interview with Je predisposed hi n his favor and he recor end- y to 8 wol for sales- his company was pro- Hugh?” questioned Flu- wheedlin that did not the trying, intermedi- ate steps of a salesman’s life; her imagination visioned Jerry as a trusted steel salesman with trips New York, South She immediate- see America, Russia. check furnished by her mother and 1a8. de- Dorrie got her i was ' pw days later wch to go but he to accept most of the invita. s. People, places, things which rere normal were the best antidote the perils of introspection. He saw Gavin Pendleton director's meeting, looked” much older. Hugh's arm as the meeting. one and he touched leaving Gavin they were “Very well. And you?" Gavin looked meaningly back at the room they were leaving and speak to him privately. He fol- ner. “Mother well?” blurted Gavin. “Rather frail this winter. How is Lizzie—and Ellen?” Gavin's left cheek and eye twitched, giving the effect of a grimace. “Wanted to speak to you . puzzled . to do.” Hugh waited. “One of the family . . advice. Ellen.” “Ellen?” Gavin nodded gloomily. eat . hardly talks . do?” “Have you had a doctor?” “Umm-m,” he assented. "“Ton- ics and iron no good--nerves.” “Young friends?" “She won't go did for a while . . . says people terrify her.” “You might send her away.” “Sent her to Louise in De- cember—sister—Boston-—after that —came out.” He shrugged his shoulders and Hugh felt he referred to Kezia's elopement. “No good . came back in ten days . . . says she's haunted funny stuff.” “She used to be fond of Mother, came to see her almost every day and Mother has missed her very much,” said Hugh. “My sister isn’t there now. Perhaps she would like to come over . . you might suggest it to her.” “Good woman, Fluvanna!” blurt- ed Gavin. “Try it.” He looked at his watch, and nodding in dismissal to Hugh, rushed for the door. (TO BE CONTINUED) Westminster Confession The Westminster Confession was the confession of faith framed by Presbyterian and Calvinistic di vines at the Westminster Assem- bly, whose sessions lasted from 1643 to 1649. The confession was mainly an exposition of the Cal vinistic doctrine. CENTRE REPORTER, CENTRE HALL, PA. ““ Business Card” By FLOYD GIBBONS T WAS just a business card—a square of pasteboard with a Spanish sounding name printed on it. But it gave Nat Nat lives in Brooklyn, N. Y. His business is flying, and here's how he got hold of that card. On the eighteenth of April, 1935, Nat flew to Cuba on business. Three days later he flew back and landed his plane at Miami, Fla. The next day, while he was going over his ship a man who was out at the field taking flying instruction came up to him and said: “I hear you were over to Havana with your plane. you have any trouble getting in or out of the country?” Did Cuba Was Having a Revolution. It was a natural enough question, for a revolution was going on in Cuba at the time. Nat discussed the question with his questioner, who said his name was Delgado. When the conversation was ended, Delgado gave Nat his card. Nat stuck it in a pocket with his other pa- pers and forgot about it. But he was to remember it again—not quite a month later. On May 4, Nat had to fly to Cuba again. He had to go in a hurry this time, so he didn't go through the formality of getting clearance papers. “I thought that if I got caught without them,” he says, “I would prob- ably have to pay with a small fine. But little did I know what lay ahead of me then.” Nat landed at Key West and refueled. It was too late to get weather reports, so he had to take a chance on the trip across. His compass and charts showed that he was headed straight for Havana, when he reached the Cuban Coast he found he had been blown forty-odd miles off his course, and he landed near a town called Hershey. He was running short of gas and thought he'd better land as soon he had a chance. He saw a likely looking spot, and set the plane down “And then,” Nat says, “the fun began.” His plane had no sooner hit the ground than it was surrounded by RURALES— the Cuban version of our State Police. Nat says he never saw so many rurales together in one place in his life. It looked as if the whole Cuban army had come out to meet him. HE NEVER SAW SO MANY GUNS IN HIS LIFE, either—and most of them seemed to be pointed straight at the little pocket in the left side of his flying jacket. Thought It Was Guetterras’ Plane. about one plane and ang but It seemed as if they were making an awful fuss landing for lack of gas. Nat had half a notion to give her the gun The Guns Were Pointed Straight at His Pocket, convinced him ti He shut off try to take off again. But another look at those guns he'd be riddled before the plane could leave the ground. The rurales took Nat to a nearby town and brought commandante. Then Nat began learning things. It didn’t look so good for him. A revolutionist by the name of Dr. Antonio Guetterras was located nearby at Matanzas with a flock of his rebels, and the Fed- eral forces were on the watch for him. Guetterras was supposed to have three hundred thousand dollars collected as ransom for a kidnaped landowner and the Federals suspected that he would try to get out of Cuba with the money. They had a hunch he'd try to sneak out on a plane and—well—here was a plane. More than likely it had come to take away Guetterras. And to top it all, Nat had no papers to show what his business was in Cuba. It might take weeks for him to establish his iden- tity and get him out of that scrape. But still Nat didn’t know the worst of might never get out of that scrape alive. They Found Delgado’s Card. The Commandante of the Rurales began going through Nat's pa- pers and belongings. And suddenly he came across that business card Delgado had given him. He turned on Nat, his face red with anger. “So.” he cried, “you are a rebel—and you came to get Guetterras!” Says Nat: “You could have blown me down with a feather duster. I didn't know what he was talking about. Until a few minutes ago I wouldn't have known whether Guetterras was a fan dancer or a side dish on a Spanish menu. I insisted I was an American. They wouldn't believe me, for I am dark and look like a Cuban. Besides that, the com- mandante pointed out that so was Guetterras an American. He was born in Philadelphia. “1 swore I did not know him-—that I did NOT come to get him in my plane. But I could have sworn until I was blue in the face for all the good it did me. I was threatened with the fifth degree—told that I would be put through the mill at the Cabannas fortress if I did not talk. And I couldn't say a word, for I was not implicated, and wouldn't have known what to say even if I'd wanted to talk. I did find out, though, why the commandante became so excited at the sight of Delgado’s card. Delgado was GUETTERRAS' AGENT IN THE UNITED STATES!" It Looked Very Bad for Nat. They put Nat in jail. It looked mighty bad for him. Caught in Cuba without clearance papers. Caught in a neighborhood where a plane was expected to land to smuggle out a rebel whose pockets were full of kidnap money. Found with the card of that same rebel's agent on his person. Why the evidence was so dead against him that Nat doubted if even the United States consul would intervene to save his life. For three days Nat lay in jail with his mind full of visions of the firing squad. They were shooting plenty of people in Cuba in those hectic days. But on the third day, Lady Luck came to the rescue. On the third day, Guetterras was caught up with and killed. Then the Federals learned that he had a yacht waiting in the harbor te take him to the States—that he wasn’t planning to escape by plane at all. No matter how bad the evidence against Nat looked, it just wasn't evidence at all. They let Nat go, and he lost no time getting back to the United States again. “I never wished Guetterras any bad luck,” he says, “but on the other hand I couldn't feel very sad about what happened to him. If they hadn't caught and shot him I wouldn't be sitting here writing this yarn Soday ” it—didn't know that he WNU Service. The Trocadero Alright Is All Wrong The Trocadero was a palace on the chaillot slope of the right bank in Paris. It was an ugly building, a version of the Hispano- oresque order — an ironic fact, since it was named to commemorate a French victory in Spain. It was built for the Paris exposition of 1879. It was torn down to make way for a new Trocadero. No such word as “alright” is recognized in modern English us- age. For a period during the Twelfth and Thirteenth centuries, before the invention of printing, the form “alright” was used to some extent bY Faglish Jie, but the phrase “°” g gre been previously ferred and it has been regard the correct form ever since. Household Questions Items of Interest to the Housewife i Never fasten suspenders below the reinforced hems of stockings. Wash stockings with lukewarm lather and squeeze out gently they'll ladder if they are wrung. A pinch of alum added to the water when washing blue or green articles of clothing will prevent the colors from running. % * » Two or three slices of bacon placed on top of a liver loaf dur- ing baking adds to the flavor. » * » Press woolens the right side up with a woolen pressing cloth. Ap- ply moisture to muslin cloth on top of wool and press with hot iron. » * » Don't use any kind of artificial | heat for drying stockings. Hang | by the toes in an airy place to| dry and don’t fold away damp. » * * A tablespoonful of vinegar will soften glue that has become hard- ened in a bottle * \ » Ice box cooky dough can be packed in pound butter cartons, loaf pans or bowls, or it can be shaped into rolls 2 inches in diameter and wrapped in waxed paper. The dough should be chilled 24 hours longer and | . all small or A » » . > SMILES + » Re . Hime HE JN CH Vettes 3 oe ot Pattern 5749 new way to | Here's an exciting t heted let- | linens—with core ke in varied he thread and ; insets sheets ¢ r or used To obtain cents In preferred) to The Sewing Circle | Household Arts Dept., 250 W,.| Fourteenth St., New York, N. Y. Write plainly pattern number, your name and address. then cut into thin slices using a sharp knife dipped frequently in cold water, ® ® » The stock left from cooked spin. ach makes a valuable addition te vegetable soup. * * . Wash sweaters on a windy day, then put in a pillow case or twine bag and hang out to dry, Shake often until dry. All knit or cro- cheted articles should be dried in this way if you want them to keep their shape. © Associated Newspapers. WN Service, MY O-CEDAR MOP KEEPS MY FLOORS CLEAN AND POLISHED BEAUTIFULLY, AND | INSIST ON O-CEDAR POLISH, TOO. | COULDN'T KEEP HOUSE WITHOUT POLISH « MOPS AIR-PRESSURE Mantle LAMPS Protect your sight with this eyeo-saving Coleman fight! Eerosene and Gasoline Pressure Mantle lamps provide a high candiepower of | 9 ght... Kin hght nearest like natural day 10 your eyes You ean enjoy the finest light foronly if a sight No homme coun afford to be without 8 Coleman. Buy it from your josal Coleman dealer. FREE Folders —Send Postourd Now! THE COLEMAN LAMP AND STOVE CO. Dept. WUITY, Wichita, Kans: Chicago, Hly Philadelphia, Pay Los Angeles, MASSANUTTEN CHICKS PULLORUM TESTED LEGHORNS «5 i or it : 8 VIRGINIA CERTIFIED ROCKS « REDS oo 30,000 [; OFFICIALLY CERTIFIED ” | BREEDERS Shows Resalts _Basy Cen TAT TRL tae Ft A Wrinkles add years to your age.Denton's Facial Magnesia cleans the skin deep into the pores, smooths and firms the texture. Big, ugly pores dimin- ish, the skin loses its flabbi- ness, the complexion becomes glowingly youthful. Even the first few treatments with Denton's make a remarkable difference. Before you know it friends are complimenting your appearance, telling you me your how much younger and pret- tier you look. REMARKABLE OFFER - good for few weeks only Now is your chance to try out Denton's on the most liberal basis we have ever made possible. We will send you a full 6 oz. bottle of Denton's Facial Magnesia (retail price 60¢), plas a regular size box of famous Milnesia Walters (known throughout the country as the original Milk of Magnesia tablets) . . . both for only 60¢! Take advantage of this marvel ous offer. Send 60¢ ia cash or stamps today. i Name ..... Tugun
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers