THE PATTON COURIER
or not.
American like Brice might say. They
knew at once so much and so little.
But Brice had fortunately held his
One never knew what an |
He pald the check and they went '
out into the soft spring dusk, and he
put her into her car, kissed her hand
and whispered thu¢ she was adoraMe,
Handsome
Man
by
MARGARET
TURNBULL
¢
Illustrations by
IRWIN MYERS
Copyright by Margaret Turnbull,
W., N. U. Service.
THE STORY
Returning to London, practi-
cally penniless, after an unsuc-
c#serul business trip, Sir George
Sandison takes dinner with his
widowed stepmother, his old
nurse, “Aggy.” He did not ap-
prove of her marriage to his fa-
ther, but her explanation satis-
files him. Little is left of the
estate, and Lady Sandison pro-
poses that they go to the United
States to visit her brother, Rob-
ert MacBeth, wealthy contractor.
Sir George agrees. MacBeth
lives on an’ island estate with
his daughter, Roberta, who longs
tongue, and then stood lighting a cigarette as
“He is a nice boy, that Hal Brice, | the watched her tear along the highe
and he plays a good game, but he is vay at sixty miles an hour. It wae
too young—just a boy—to play my | slow work he told himself, but at
game.” least he had gotten somewhere and
“What is your game?” Roberta asked | learned something today.
it with something of her father's * * » * . . .
directness.
“Just now it’s making you like me
more than a little, Roberta,” he said
softly, and put his hand gently
over hers,
Roberta looked at him now flush-
ing, a little puzzled. It was part of
this man’s fascination that he spoke
sparingly and was lavish with his
caresses—in private, It confused the
girl, made it hard for her to judge
him coolly, as she did the boys of her
own set and age. She did not even
know whether she liked it or not,
whether she really liked Jack, but she
could not run away, and she came
back again, and again, still undecided.
“I do like you, Jack, only—"
“Only what?”
“Well—I like other people, too.”
“As weld?”
“Better,” answered the honest
Roberta, with a smile that robbed her
speech of all brusqueness. “You see
I've known them longer.”
“The first time I saw you,” Jack
said it so softly and with such appar-
ent calmness that Roberta wondered
at him, and at herself, “I loved you so
Lady Sandison, having finished her
own tale promptly, had had to listen
to her brother's recital of his life and
triumphs and then to a dissertation
on Roberta, her beauty and talents, |
and finally to a short resume of Rob's
difficulties with her.
Listening, Aggy’s lips had closed
tightly. She was not one to approve
of halfway measures, and was in full
sympathy with her brother's deter-
mination that things should not go on
this way, for the girl's own sake.
“What now, precisely, are you
thinking to do?” she finally asked.
MacBeth looked at her appealingly.
“I am puzzled,” he admitted, with the
frankness of the truly great. “What
would you do?”
“It is not for me to say,” retorted
Lady Sandison promptly. “I have
seen her but the once.”
“I'm not one for driving a girl te
open rebellion,”
“No,” agreed Aggy.
“Come, Aggy, you always had a
tremendous lot of sense and I'm in
need of a woman's eye as well as
my own. Could you be persuaded to
for city life. MacBeth is a vic-
tim of arthritis and almost help
less. MacBeth is glad to see his
sister and asks the two to stay.
CHAPTER III—Continued
—
It was Roberta who had selected
Indian Lodge and had used her father's
name when she telephoned and ar-
ranged for luncheon. Juan had, oblig-
ingly in the modern manner, left it all
to her. Juan, who had angelicized his
first name, and was known as “Jack”
Navarro, was a slim, clever, dark
young man of what is commonly called
the Latin-American type. His eyes,
looking like dead black cinders or live
coals, according to his mood, were
always capable of keeping his thoughts
from Roberta.
He was regarding her now with ex-
treme impatience and not a little con-
tempt, though this Roberta could not
see. She saw only his obvious good-
looks and his odd, but to her, charming
manners. Jack was “so different.” It
was to come here and meet Jack that
she had quarreled with her father.
8he saw herself as a daring and
sophisticated young woman, hampered
by an old-fashioned .parent with
ridiculous ideas of what his daughter
should and should not do.
a rather troublesome child. But he
had orders to keep her amused and
interested and he was doing this, with
an ease that bored him. They had
reached and finished the dessert stage,
- and Jack had produced, with a flourish,
the expected and inevitable silver
flask. Roberta, though her pulses
quickened at this sign that she was
regarded as an experienced woman,
shook her head.
“Can't,” she declared. “No use ask-
ing me, Jack. In the first place I don’t
like it, and In the second place I've
given my father my solemn promise
I won't touch it until I am twenty-one.”
Jack shrugged his shoulders, helped
himself and slid his flask back into his
poeket. Drinking was not ecounte-
nanced at Indian Lodge, and one had to
be careful how one did it, if one
wanted to come again. It was a con-
venient place to meet this girl and
Jack knew there was need of caution
until he got what he wanted. Some-
times he doubted if he would succeed
with her. She was to him so essen-
tially stupid, so unused to, or slow to
grasp meanings of looks or words in
the game they were playing. These
North American girls were so often
educated in everything else but sex.
Still he had been told that to in-
business on hand, so he lifted his eyes
and gave her a long look and a slow
smile, “Any hurry?’ he asked.
The girl looked at him doubtfully,
“Well, I don't feel exactly comfortable
leaving father alone so long. I should
have gone back when I saw those
servants going to the island. He can't
move, you know, without help.”
“Just Now It’s Making You Like Me
well that no one I had known before
little bl y e: inkling. “I
To Jack Navarro, with a cosmopoli- | counted, There has been only you ile a See isi toik I Ys
tan upbringing and a sophisticated out- | in all the universe since our meeting, Mighty see where she gets off, if she
look on women and life, Roberta was Roberta,” 3 ' ?
marvelous and so tremendously grown
up to listen to a man—not a boy, but
a full-grown man—saying such things
to her!
twenty-five!
her like a child! But though Roberta
was dazzled she was not blinded, nor
carried off her feet, yet.
conscious of a great disappointment
with herself, that his words did not
raise more tumult in her breast. It
must be because she had grown older
and more used to things, that she
could listen to such speeches and
feel, though her breath came faster,
and she liked it, that she was not
greatly moved.
“Will you not come tomorrow?”
Jack asked her again. “I ask you to.”
There was something behind the voice,
something hard and insistent, some-
thing mocking, something that said
that she was only a woman and must
do what he asked.
touch of the iron hand of his will be-
hind the velvet glove of the foreign
manners that so charmed her,
“No!” Roberta said it almost an-
grily.
will come Wednesday.”
There was silence, a silence that
spoke of displeasure on Navarro's
trigue this girl was his share of the | Part.
come Wednesday, but I will come
Thursday.”
It was the girl who hesitated, and
then made up her mind.
Thursday, then. Where?”
“Here.”
obstinate girl?
“No,” Roberta said quickly, “I think
you ought to come to the house and
meet my father, don't you?
like dodging about to avoid father and
the crowd.”
run this house for me, Aggy, for
money?”
“You know well I'd do it for love,”
Aggy told him sternly, since love is
not a word to be used often and
requires cautious use even between
P App? relations.
eat Ur, aiff] “But that would defeat your plans.
i] I Use sense, woman. Nobody but you
ih (i / and I need know our arrangement, and
ig
: would it not be better for you to work
Ly HI for me than for a stranger?”
gy 4 “It would depend. How much au-
thority would you give me? Things
must lie in my own hands, if I'm to
make headway and help you.”
“Done,” said Rob MacBeth. “I paid
my last housekeeper two hundred and
fifty dollars a month.”
“Michty me, Rob! TI could not
charge you the like of that!”
“It will be a saving if I pay you
CHRISTMAS TOYS 4 i
ye
three hundred,” said the crafty Rob,
“you to take over the entire direction
of the house, leaving Roberta with
nothing but her own affairs to attend
to. She won't like that—”
“Fine, I see your plan, but the pay’s
far too high. Say two hundred.”
“Three hundred or nothing!”
“Have it your own way, but I'm not
to be used openly against the lags.”
Rob was so busy planning his cam-
paign that he did not notice how her
More Than a Little, Roberta.”
doesn’t behave,” he said.
“Have it your own way,” agreed |
Aggy, demurely. “What about Sir |
Geordie? Can you no help him to a |
place or use him here?”
Rob MacBeth stared at his sister.
He said nothing for what seemed to |
her a long time,
|
Roberta drew a long breath. It was
Why, Jack must be all of
And her father treated
“I can't ask him to do anything
menial,” he announced, puzzled. oh
“You cannot,” she declared shortly. |
“TI don’t know what he's fitted for.” |
“He's had a lot o’ expensive school-
She was
diering, when he was hardly more |
in the wilds of Central America.”
‘I'm away,” announced his sister, |
and him and me. You can be thinking.”
She started toward the door.
“I'm very much puzzled,” said her
brother.
“Don’t strain yourself,” Lady Sandi-
son told him drily. “There's such |
things as secretaries in America, are
there not? And you lying here help- |
less far from your office.” |
|
|
It was the first
“I cannot come tomorrow. I “By George! That's an idea!”
Aggy looked at him without speak- |
ing, and left for the kitchen. That |
Rob, after all these years, had ace |
cepted her and her problems, including |
Sir Geordie, without either asfonish- |
ment or hesitation, did not seem to |
her remarkable. It was what she had |
expected. Would she not have dona!
the same thing for Rob?
Some twenty odd minutes later she | |
reappeared, carrying a tray on which
toast, deliciously browned, jam, cake
Then he said: “No, I cannot
“All right,
Why waste words on an
I don’t
dently Sir George had assisted Mac- |
see if T can get together a tea for You, | children,
and tea were invitingly spread forth, | €rds.” Mis. Roberts’ brown eyes
and went toward the library, Evi. tWinkled. _
“I'd say theyre original all right,”
Rand
Jack's eyes were cinders. “Is that
80? Permanent?”
Roberta shook her head. “Oh, no.
The doctor says he will be all right
in a Mttle while. It's just that his
rheumatism is rather severe, just now.”
Navarro looked at her narrowly.
Navarro frowned. This girl would
upset all plans unless she was kept in
hand. “I'll come for you. I'll walt
for you on the river road.”
Beth to get there, for she could hear |
the two men talking.
“How soon will you be able to meet
me agaln? Tomorrow night?”
Roberta shook her head. “I don't
“Come to the house if you like.”
“All right,” Roberta agreed slowly.
“No, the road,” Jack replied,
“You should have called me, Aggy» | “Hc
he said reproachfully.
| Is it
(TO BE CONTINUED.) | mana
believe sn. It isn’t easy to get away
at night. Day after tomorrow, I might,
CHEE OOOO OGG OCC O ES 600
LESS C ee | Somet
but tomorrow I'll be busy with the
sew servants. I won't have time for
Anything else.”
She took a cigarette from him and,
as he lighted it for her, looked at him | a
“What 1s funny?" He asked it
julckly, and with the foreigners’ sensi-
tiveness to the American's strange | no
idea of what is “funny.”
“That we should see so much of
each other In this way. When Hal
Brice Introduced us at the Princeton
football game, I never expected to
3ce you again.”
“Why?” pol
“Oh, because you're so much older,
yophisticated.” on
Navarro smiled, relieved. He had | the
lorced Brice to give him that introduc- | of
a little curiously. sible to reduce those cities to a num-
“Funny, isn't it?” ber of families.
long in Italy, but all my Italian friends
—and I have had many—and all my
long in Italy, agree that family life is
more jealously guarded from outside
influences than that of any other Eu-
ropean country. One can stay for a
score of years in Rome and be in-
timately acquainted with nobles and
classes and the masses, meeting them
and Hal sald you were frightfully | in assembles and in clubs and getting
If it is possible to reduce Italy to
number of cities, it is further pos-
I have never lived
n-Italian friends who have lived
iticians and officials and the middle
the most confidential relations with
m; and still, at the end of a score
years, realize that one has rarely
den at a prine and whether he liked it
if aver beeu invited to cross the thres-
A golfing husband was entertaining
a friend. They were left alone talking
for some time after dinner. Then the
wife entered the dining room to hear
her husband pass some remark about
“a hole in one.”
“My goodness,” she said. “Are you A&re marked, 7h. one turning in the
still talking about golf?”
“No, dear,” said her husband, with
a smile, “we're talking about socks.”
The “Scotland of South America”
as Patagonia is known, covers newrly | And
one-third of the area of Argentina. @
. . . Mr. Roberts smiled wearily: “I
Casual Visitor Seldom Seen in Italian Home don’t know, son, you know that in-
cision isn't healing as it should and
hold of an Italian household and te | I've only vy, rked two days this week.
mingle intimately with an Italian fami- { Even with youp help and Eleanor's
ly.—From “Europe in Zigzag,” by Sis- | the bills just about stand still.”
ley Huddleston. |
Same Term Applied
receiv
At least you're saving expenses, and
Joth looked up at her, and Sir | that’s what were an trying to do.”
George sprang to clear a place on the | He tt
table and take the tray from her. | the table:
g€ a turkey for Christmas din-
ner, or shall we regale ourselves on
“That's all right Dad, I was just
asking,
everything tg
on the Way out to look at the heap of
ads piled on vari us chairs, Suddenly
he picked ape
“See hes, folks, Listen what it
8ays on the
ment—‘Some
greatest ny;
market thy ;
Babies, the
unybody heat
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An Adrplan
Turkey
y Florence Harris
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before Christmas,
| “That's what I'd like to know,”
| Eleanor, nineteen, chimed in as she
ing; a lot 0’ still more expensive sol- | folded her napkin,
The twins, Beth and Bob, aged but
than a laddie, and a thir time of it| seven, looked at each other over their
plates and then turned towards their
“H’'mm,” said her brother, frowning. | mother.
- “Beth and Bob are quite justified,”
rising, “to look over your kitchen and | Mrs.
Roberts assured her two older
“Those advertisements are
unusually attrac-
tive with" their
holly wreaths,
bells, poinsettias
and their red, gold
and green letter-
ing. The twins
are making Christ-
mas cards out of
them with the aid
of paste, cardboard
and a verse now
and then clipped
from some maga-
zine, It is their
own idea and that
is what every one
is striving for now-
adays, you know,
unique and origi-
nal Christmas
y grinned, “But go to it, kiddies.
1rned to his father at the head of
OW about the doctor's bill, Dad?
reducing enough so that we can
hing simplepp?
Mother's cooking makes
ste good.” He stopped
up and scrutinized it.
Stith Market announce-
of these advertisements
nber of marked ads will
12pound turkey at our
orning of Christmas eve.’
€y's yours! There can’t
iL a collection like this.”
nobody did,
Sa
HAT do you kids think you're
going to do with all those
Christmas ads the airplane
has Been showering over
the'tswn every afternoon?”
Randy Roberts demanded of
his small brother and sister
at the table a few evenings
It Is Easy to Make
a Christmas Wreath
Inexpensive Christmas wreaths
may be made of cuttings from
pine trees, barberry and bay-
berry with pine cones wired on,
At any florist’s a wire circle can
be bought with bunches of thin
wires, making it the easiest of
tasks to build up a wreath that
is unusual in its beauty,
elated.
Christmas
By Blanche Tanner Dillin,
she thought, as she sorted |
ban post office. She had re. |
ceived a goodly number her
self even now, the day before Christ- |
ones, the one gift for which she had
looked for three years, a letter or just |
a card, had never come,
Three years ago she had been cer-
tain that before Christmas Ned |
Traverse would ask her to marry him, |
But Christmas had come and gone and
he had not spoken. Then she heard |
that he had gone to South America, |
Just yesterday she heard that he was
again in a neighboring city living at |
his old club.
She had been grateful for the work
as postmistress that had been given
her, for the last few years would |
have indeed been lonely. But how |
she wished that she might go with the |
|
|
|
ust given to the
man for the night air mail, and fly
into new scenes and experiences.
Feeling around in the storage box
to be sure that she had left nothing,
her hand struck a loose board. Then
she felt something like a letter, Pry-
ing it loose she held it up wn the
light, and to her astonishment she
saw that it was addressed to her.
“I am sailing for South Amerfca in
two weeks and shall expect an answer
before I leave. No answer will mean
‘No’ to me.”
post-marked three years before, |
Rushing to the telephone she called
the club in the neighboring city and
heard the dear, familiar voice, It
might be a belated Christmas letter
by several years, but both Ruth and
Ned agreed the next day that it was
“Better late than never.”
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Follows Silent One to Dance
and Knifes Him.
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had not spoken to her for five months,
Mrs. Nellie Koteley of Yonkers stabbed
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stabbing of her husband, fifty-eight,
took place in a dance hall g few doors
from their home. :
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he left home without letting her know
his destination she followed him to the
dance hall,
When she spoke to him and he still
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she drew a potato knife and plunged
it into his body near the heart.
Koteley died on the way to the
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Apples Point Solution
of Mysterious Murder
Richmond, Quebec. — A mystery,
which the late Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle might have chronicled under
the title of “The Adventure of the
Alexander Apples,” has culminated in
the arrest of Albert Vincent, twenty-
eight, on a charge of murdering Ed-
mond Trudeau, fifty-nine, farmer.
Detective Sergeant Jargaille of the
Quebec provincial police followed a
500-mile trail before he finally ran his
quarry to earth,
Trudeau was beaten to death with
cent, Jargaille set out once more, and
fugitive from village to village, and
farmhouse to farmhouse, until he
finally overtook and arrested him in
Raxon
trial at Sherbrooke,
Business Man’s Dream
brooded over the burglary of his house |
| to such an extent that he could not |
HRISTMAS should be a happy | keep the matter from his mind even |
time for every one, but in| in his sleep. He dreamed that he was |
Ruth Kenfield’s heart there | lead to a pawnshop where he identi- |
was little cheer. Every one | fied his wife's jeweis and other arti-
seemed to be receiving gifts, | cles that the burglar had taken,
the mail in the little subur-| kis dream.
pawnbroker’s face as well as the loca-
tion of the shop, his wife urged him to
visit the place,
mas. But although there must be | man of his dream and the Jewelry in
many beautiful gifts in the unwrapped | the case.
of the goods as a burglar who had
been several times convicted.
Request for a Light
{ Paris boulevards a youth stopped Rene
| Dubois, police detective, who hap-
pened to be off duty, and asked him
for a light.
out his lighter, held the flame to the |
other’s cigarette.
well-known crook, wanted by the po-
lice. He is awaiting trial.
Engine’s Whistle Blows
motive passing under a viaduct blew
three boards off the sidewalk above
as it whistled for a crossing.
who decided it should be referred to
the commissioner of public works,
reached over \WIP'DS, the police radio |
station, a cruising squad of police, not
knowing of the change of authority
for replacing the boards, put them
Then she saw it was back.
weight
fighting to the prize ring, but fre-
quently practiced his jabs. hooks and
punches upon his wife. Mrs. Beatrice i
Wolfe, she charged in her suit for di- |
|
an ax in the cellar of his home. In
the barn were clews indicating that
the slayer had slept overnight there—
among them, two apples of the Alex-
ander species. |
Realizing that no Alexander apples
were grown in the vicinity of Tru-
deau’s farm, Jargaille set out in search
of the nearest orchard of that spe-
cies. He found it, nearly thirty miles
distant, and, on questioning the own-
er, learned that Albert Vincent, a
farm hand, had left his employ a few
days before Trudeau's murder. |
Armed with a description of Vin- |
by persistent questioning traced the
Falls. Vincent now awaits
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air — splendid roads — gorgeous mountain
scenes—finest hotels—the ideal winter home.
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