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FORBIDDEN YEARS
by
WADSWORTH CAMP
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“Come Ini"
The remembered voice,
eager and musical, sang hap
pily through the panels. Bar
para o|»etwd the door.
MUs Minnie was halfway
perohs the room When she saw
Barbara she stopped, pretty,
graceful, poised In an attitude
of nrre,;ted haste. Her face
was blank with surprise.
“Bobble NorrroM!"
Ail the music had gone from
her voice. Barbara crossed
the threshold, feeling like an
Intel loper, not knowing why.
“Were you expecting some
one else?”
The answer rang too vehe
mently.
“No, no, no I'm glad It’s
ycu ’
Obviously Mill Minnie
wasn't glad. Barbara stam
mered an apology for having
tome; she felt the need of it.
*Tm off for Europe Friday
night, lor a long time. I
haven’t seen you for ages.”
ML* . Minnie took her hands.
Her motions were Jerky, and
her giance was on the door
winch Barbara had closed.
“I've been wondering how
you were getting along. You’re
•taying the night?”
Barbara shook her head, re
senting the strain she was
under, not understanding it
In (he least.
“There’s a train aroung nine
•'clock.”
Miss Minnie brightened with
Inspiration.
“Time to go to the front
•ampus for senior singing. It’s
•tuffy here."
Barbara sprang at the idea,
flhr didn’t like this room, or
th' manner of her welcome In
It, which still bewildered her;
and on the campus there
would be a chance of meeting
Gray. Rather feverishly Miss
Minnie went to the closet and
•nntchcd down a wrap.
“Come along, Bobbie, and
you’ll tell me all about it as
we go,"
8lv took Barbara’s arm and
burned toward the door. The
door opened without a knock.
Gray Manvel’s bulk filled the
frame.
Miss Minnie drew back, her
pretty face drawn and white.
Barbara leased against the
wall, breathing unevenly. The
miracle had occurred, but it
wasn’t a happy one.
She remembered that mo
ment In the stadium when the
hero had satisfied his wor
shipers. “Do you know him.
Mi. s Minnie?” “Oh, a little."
But Minnie’s glance had fol
lowed Gray around the track
until he had disappeared In
the dark mouth of the tunnel,
resembling a triumphant
gladiator propelled by tire
tumultuous aplause of his ad
mirers.
“This is an old friend of
mine. Barbara Norcros.”
Gray appeared not to see
Miss Minnie. He stared at
Barbara. At first his face had
llgtened; now he frowned.
“I know Miss Norcross. We’re
a pair of Elm ford savages. I
tame for the books you were
lo bring me from the library."
Miss Mtnnie Indicated a
table in the window.
“They're over there. Bobbie
and I were thinking of run
ning across to senior slngtng."
The lines disappeared from
Bis forehead.
"Maybe you’ll let a senior
gome along, If he promises not
lo sing."
Barbara straightened; her
Instinct was to escape from
lhat room.
“I haven't much time. My
train leaves a few minutes
after nine.
They all were more at case
to the warm night, but Oray,
Indian Chief to Dir
In Texas Pen Chair
SuntivUli, Tn - (UP) —Chief
M wins, krton of a tons line of
(HteroSer Indian ofUef*. mud die
|i Um tlecirte chair here for klllum
c4d Kvaoceitne Cavaaca.
The Indian, who «pe«wia his last
Skfi fajJu*joins trinkets of beada.
' ronfaadon that he «tole
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HrauaMi killed jhar^ and
I
Barbara noticed, hadn’t taken
any books.
"What you doing In Prince
ton?”
"Miss Norcross,” Miss Min
nie began. "Is going—”
Barbara stopped her harsh
ly. She didn't want Gray to
find her now.
"That’s a secret, Miss Min
nie.”
"Sorry. I didn’t know.”
Oray growled at her “You’re
the most secretive person I've
ever known.”
The only light on the rront
campus came fram a few
patches escaping through the
thick foliage from the strets
and some diffused straying
out of windows here andthere
The chanting from the steps
was subdued, too, and had a
melancholy lilt. Barbara and
Miss Minnie sat on the grass.
Gray stretched himself beside
Barbara. Her hand was ting
’ llngly aware of the approach
of his, but she moved a little
nearer Miss Minnie, and
clasped her hands. His whis
per, inaudible to Miss Minnie,
barely reached her.
"What’s the matter?”
She didn’t answer. She
didn’t quite understand what
had happened; she didn’t try
to draw conclusions; she wa:>
only dully convinced that Har
vey was right, that her vague
visions had dissolved, that she
had acquired the knowledge
she had come here to seek.
Gray Manvel was no more
serious with her than with any
woman, like her or Miss Min
nie Barton, who dwelt outside
the small kingdom once ruled
over by Mrs. Twining. She was
merely one of Gray Manvel’s
games. He growled:
"Gad! this is a cheerful
party! Don’t blame you for
getting the blues from that
dirge.”
The melancholy bars droned
on; a dirge, in fact, for Bar
bara’s hope. She was glad
when the mellow tongue of
the bell in Old North tolled
line. She couldn’t avoid Gray's
hand when she started to rise,
and he drew her upright. His
grasp hurt, but it gave her a
sensation of appeal; it semed
striving desperately to tell her
something.
"I’ll put Miss Norcros3 on
the Junction rattler.”
Miss Minnie said she would
come too, and in the crowd
on the station platform got
Barbara for a moment to her
self.
"Isn t he a dear, a great
child? I’m proud to know
him.”
Barbara didn’t answer.
"Hard to realize lie’s going
for good in a few weeks. I’ve
known him ever since he was
a freshman, when I used to
help him about the library.
"You’ll miss him,” Barbara
said. “Good-bye."
She shook hands with both
of them. Gray’s grasp clung
What was he trying to tell
her?
She entered the car and sat
down, staring at the window
with hot eyes as she was
coasted down the slope to the
canal. Good-bye, for an In
definite period! No. A final
farewell. She had found out
what she had come here to
learn.
She didn’t want to see him
ever again.
"Here I am Barbara."
Gray grinned down at her.
He got his bulk into the nar
row space at her side.
"You never thought I’d let
you go like that.”
She moved rearer the win
dow.
"Where’s Miss Minnie?”
"We got seperated in a mil
ling mob. I Jumped the rear
| near the railroad tracks. He said
"fire-water” was to blame. The par
ents Mr. and Mrs. Henry C. Cava
zos, and Chief Red Wing were all
troupers In a carnival playing at
New Braunfels at tha time.
New Oil Well* Bring
Defunct Company to Life
Wart Worth. Tag.—(UP' Defunct
nine years, tha Virginia DU and Re
rtuiug ouaypanjr has suddenly ceure
to Ufa aa% started pern* <rff
Stock ofth* bankrupt corporation
van giUiwsd lust to earth
platform. Why are you cross
with me?"
Many passengers, she ob
served, were staring at her
and the great Gray Manvel.
"Please don’t look at me like
that.”
"Your fault. Barbara. Why
are you cross?”
She shook her head. A great
child, a trifle sullen, but not
at all inclined to make ex
cuses.!
At the junction he urged her
down the long platform away
from the crowd. He took both
her hands and crushed them
with his urgent appeal.
“Don’t be on your high
horse with me. What is the
matter, small Barbara?”
She looked helplessly down
the track. A yellowish radiance
was growing there, waving to
her a signal of relief.
“I’m not Gray. It’s just that
I found out something about
myself to-night that I ought
to have known long ago.”
“What?”
But she wouldn’t tell him.
It was hurtful to have to be
voiceless against his anxious
demands, but her pride
strengthened her. The head
light of the train was per
ceptibly closer. It sent to him
a signal, too.
“We’ve only a minute, leii
me where I can find you, so
we can talk this thing out.”
It was significant, his per
sistent ignorance.
“You don’t know even now
where I work?”
“Not the remotest idea. Why
make a secret of it?”
But she realized other people
were attending to that;
Esther, Steve, probably the
Manvels; otherwise someone
in the Manvel house would
have mentioned the curious
fact of an Elmford girl’s hav
ing become lady-in-waiting to
the old empress.
“I think I'd have told you
to-night, Gray, if—if—I
hadn’t found out about my
self, and you.”
The train was close. They
could hear its rumbling.
“I don’t know,what you’re
talking about. You've got to
tell me, or I’ll precious well
find out.”
The glare of the headlight
caught them and passed.
“Don’t try to see me again.”
The appeal of his hands
grew.
“You’re talking nonsense. I
tell you every time I run into
you you send me off my head.”
“But when you don’t see me,
Gray, it’s all right.”
He threw back his shoulders.
“Don’t try to read my mind.”
The train stopped; people
surged aboard.
“I thought you cared a little
for me.”
“I did Gray.”
“Not any more?”
She shook her head, freed
her hands, and turned to the
steps of a car.
“I’m ashamed, Gra.y I didn’t
know. I didn’t quite under
stand, although I ought to
have.”
Before she knew what he
was doing he stooped and
kissed her cheek.
“You’ll like me again. Don’t
make any mistake about it,
Barbara.”
She did like mm, more wian
that; and it was no use. Har
vey was right. Gray Manvel
would never ask her to marry
him. All at once she was
drearily glad that Mrs. Twin
ing was taking her away where
there would be no chance of
his seeing or touching her
again.
The details of the departure
gave her the truest measure
she had had of her employer’s
importance. It was the in
valid’s eccentric idea, instead
of driving during the evening
directly from Long Island to
the boat, to have her city
house opened for a few hours
in order that she might dine
peacefully there, and make
the short journey to the pier
whenever she chose.
Her amazing competence
Impressed Barbara during the
period of preparation, for she
would have no helpful inter
ference, arranging everything
herself with an unbearable
less paper until oil was discovered
in Gregg county In east Texas. Then
stockholders and creditors remem
bered the company had owned a
number of leases In that county.
Motions for re-openlng the bank
ruptcy case were filed In federal
court here. A legal dogfight between
the company's 2,000 stockholders and
many creditors has resulted, which
the supreme court probably will have
to settle. In the meantime, to pro
tect a lease the court has had to
start drilling a well.
Stock claims of $2,000,000 nave
bean established as genuine, and
are outers oendlns aggie
and serene authority, calmly i
turning her back on the nag
ging misgivings of her sister
and Mrs. Slocum. Mrs. Helder
seemed to be in two minds
about the expedition: at times
enthusiastically phophesying
that the change would dc Mrs.
Twining a world of good; at
others giving way to her ap
prehensive nature.
"But are you sure you’re
strong enough Adelaide? Are
you really up to it?”
Mrs. Twining answered
sharply: "Have you ever
known me to tackle anything
I wasn’t up to, Martha? Do
stop fretting. You make your
whole life miserable with your
worrying.”
Mrs. Helder looked down
and answered meekly:
"I have a great deal to
worry about.”
And Barbara thought that
through the momentary fright
in her face flitted like an evil
spirit the name she had heard
the other day. Mrs. Twining,
in fact, said:
"Put Essie out of your head.
Sufficient unto the hour!”
On Friday afternoon Mrs.
Twining, Barbara, and tne
maid started for town in one
automobile, while Esther drove
her mother in a runabout,
taking skillful, exciting
chances to prevent any ve
hicle’s intervening between
her and her aunt’s car; and
Barbara, looking back, re
ceived an impression of re
lentless pursuit, of being re
morselessly forced out of
Long Island, out of New York,
out of the country by the skill
ful, expressionless girl who
wouldn’t let anything inter
vene between her and her am
bitions; and Barbara tried to
tell herself it didn’t matter
now, but she wished they
could shake off the runabout
that trailed at their heels with
the persistence of fate.
Barbara had never seen the
town house before, and it was
a commentary on Mrs. Twin
ing’s material state that so
huge dwelling, just off Fifth
Avenue, should be allowed to
stand idle year after year. Its
spreading rooms had an ap
pearance of having been de
serted too long, of having ac
quired a sorrowful dumbness
from waiting vainly for
desperately desired voices.
Mrs. Twining seemed curiously
content in the great, sad place,
and Barbara asked:
“Why don’t you live here a
part of the year?”
Mrs. Twining smiled, and
slyly indicated her sister and
Esther.
“I'd like to, my dear, but I
suffer from enough well
meaning people as it is. It’s
pitiful that well-meaning
people cause more suffering
than the worst-intentioned.
As the evening wore on
Barbara appreciated better
what she meant. The news
that the false door had been
at last taken from the en
trance seemed to have spread
magically. Lyon Helder, stolid
and competent, came to din
ner, and was plainly more
welcome than his family. A
number of people called, but
Mrs. Twining wouldn’t see
them, sending down menda
cious excuses that she was
resting for the ordeal; and the
telephone rang perpetually,
and to Barbara was assigned
the task of tactfully answering
it. She would gh" a name to
Mrs. Twining who sat widp
awake and a little flush ^
near by, and .the old lady
would grin impishly.
“Thank her for calling, and
say I’m desolated I can’t talk
to her as I’m flat on my back
asleep.”
Even though she had abdi
cated, here were indications
that Mrs. Twining, if she
chose, could march in and
occupy her throne again.
Once in answering the tele
phone Barbara experienced a
tingling shock. Mrs. Twining
regarded her closely.
“You look warm, Miss Nor
cross. Is it very warm in
here?”
Barbara shook her head.
“Who is that?”
(TO B> CONTINUED)
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gating $4,000,000, besides $400,000 ia
debts.
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Reno Gambling Houses
Now on Main Streets
Reno, Nev. — (UP) — Time was
when gambling dens were to be
found only on side streets and in
other hideaway places but here the
houses of chance are now coming
more and more to the main thor
oughfares. Some of the leading
gambling houses are now within
plain sight and easy walking dis
tance of the Fourth Street Junior
j high school
RISKS TAKEN BY
MEN OF SCIENCE
Research Involves Every
Kind of Peril.
Scientists, in their own way, are
nearly as intrepid as the more spec
tacular winners of Victoria crosses,
and it is not their fault that every
line of research does not involve the
risk of death or mutilation. When
such a subject does present itself,
however, the investigator seldom hes
itates. says the Montreal Herald.
A case in point is that of Van
Campen Hellner, a famous big-game
hunter, an authority on deep sea
fishes and a valued member of the
American Museum of History. The
curious subject he has chosen to in
vestigate is: which sharks really at
tack human beings, and their meth
ods in offeuce and defense.
To get to grips with his inquiry
he sailed some time ago to the Baha
mas with the expressed intention of
swimming in shark-infested waters,
armed with a dagger. With him went
a cinema operator, whose job was to
film the experiments from the vant
age point of a glass-bottomed boat.
The result may be to prove that the
viciously named “tiger’’ shark is real
ly quite harmless to human beings,
thus relieving the apprehension of
swimming in tropical waters.
Of general interest was the task
undertaken last winter by members
of the German anti-seasick commis
sion. They spent several months
traveling in two state motor ships
plying between the Baltic ports of
Swinemunde anti Pillau, a route no
torious for its rough passages. Dur
ing the voyage's they investigated, by
experiments on themselves and other
passengers, the efficacy of many so
called seasickness remedies.
'1 wo or three rattier eccentric re
search inquiries come from the
United States. One of them, car
ried out by nn efficiency expert, re
sulted in the world-shaking conclu
sion that typists do their best work
while seated at pink desks.
Just why Prof. G. H. Vansell, of
California university, weighed the
breath of a hive of bees would be
rather difficult to explain to a non
seientific audience. But he did it,
and the world is now in possession of
the information that the average
hourly loss of weight by perspiration
of the whole hive of bees is, in win
ter, 36 millionths of an ounce, and in
tumnier 23 times as much.
Five eminent scientists of America
are devoting a considerable portion
Df their time to studying a single
baby. They want to find out why
she laughs, howls, plays with her
toes, sucks her thumbs, refuses to go
to sleep, and does, or refrains from
doing, the hundred and one acts of a
baby's normal existence.
The extreme of American eccen
tricity is represented by the regis
tration, last year, of the Noah's Ark
exploration fund, in the state of Illi
nois. This body will have its work
cut out. The last heard of the ark
was about A. D. 776, when a flash
of lightning was said to have de
stroyed the Ararat monastery which
contained what were alleged to be
the relics of the ark. And the site
of Noah's vineyard, which used to lie
pointed out to visitors at Argluiri,
was destroyed by an earthquake in
IS 10. So the administrators of the
fund have no light task before them.
Fought Fire With Melon*
A truck loaded with watermelons
that Walter Grilflth was taking to
market skidded otT the highway near
Wenatchee, Wash., and burst into
flames. With no water available,
Griffith had an idea. He hurled wa
termelons at the blazing truck. They
burst and spouted water all over the
blaze. The twenty-third melon put
out the fire.
WOMEN: watch your
BOWELS
What should women do to keep their
bowels moving freely? A doctor
should know the answer. That is why
pure Syrup Pepsin is so good for
women. It just suits their, delicate
organism. It is the prescription of an
old family doctor who has treated
thousands of women patients, and
who made a special study of bowel
troubles.
It is fine for children, too. They
love its taste. Let them have it every
time their tongues are coated or their
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When you’ve a sick headache,
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Are We Created Unequal?
“The biological discoveries of a
half-century or more,” Prof. Harrison
11. Hunt told the Eugenics Research
association, ‘ have revealed that peo>
pie, instead of being potentially equal
at birth, vary enormously, and that
such differences are often Inherited;
so one might say it is self-evident
that men are created unequal.”
Family Secret
Teacher—Where does wool coma
j from?
Boys—Sheep.
Teacher—What is made from It?
No auswer.
Teacher—Well, for instance, what
are your trousers made of?
Willie volunteers—My dad’s.
DRINK
to Your
HEALTH
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The Final Laugh
Jack—Well, Bill has played his
last practical joke.
Jill—That so? What did he do?
Jack—Well, he’s dead—and he be
queathed his brains to science.
The Other Way Around
Trison Visitor—“And I suppose it
was poverty brought you here?*'
Prisoner G6GGG6—“No, I was simply
coining money.”
When a young woman shows voo
newly taken photographs of herself,
don't make the mistake of not ask
ing for one.
Even a baby learns that what was
‘‘cute’’ wl»en»it was a year old it get*
spanked for at two.
Here’* Proof Small Boy
Can Get Too Much Cake
Children really work hard in the
movies. Little Johnny Nelson Is re
sponsible for this statement, and he
can prove It, too.
“Why, only the other day,” says
Johnny, "we had a scene where a
bunch of lit kids had to sit at a
table and e:.t. The first two or three
scenes they did of us were swell, but
even with ns artistic kids there Is
a limit. Finally, just when I can't
stuff down another tiling, the di
rector says:
“ •Now, we’ll take this again, and
this time, Johnny, eat that cake an
if you really enjoyed It.’
“He got sore as the deuce when I
told him I couldn’t even eat ft un
less I stood up, and how could a kid
look pleased when he’s got a belly
ache, anyway?’’—Los Angeles Times.
Juit for Comparison
Three hundred thousand worlds
the size of this earth could be stored
inside the sun.
Going without his supper Is tea
times the punishment to a boy that
it is to a man. Think of that.
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