SYNOPSIS
Victoria Herrendeen, a vivacious little
girl, had been too young to feel the
shock that came when her father, Keith
Herrendeen, lost his fortune. A gentle,
unobtrusive soul, he is now employed
as an obscure chemist in San Francisco,
at a meager salary. His wife, Magda,
cannot adjust herself to the change. She
Is a beautiful woman, fond of pleasure
and a magnet for men's attention.
Magda and Victoria have been down at
a summer resort and Keith joins them
for the week-end. Magda leaves for a
bridge party, excusing herself for be
ing such a •‘runaway.” The Herrendeens
return to their small San Francisco
apartment. Keith does not approve of
Magda's mad social life and they quar
rell frequently. Magda receives flowers
from a wealthy man from Argentina
whom she had met less than a week
before. Manners arrives a few hours
later. Magda takes Victoria to Nevada to
visit a woman friend who has a daughter
named Catherine. There she tells her
she is going to get a divorce. Victoria
soon is in boarding school with her
friend Catherine. Magda marries Man
ners and they spend two years in Argen
tina. Victoria has studied in Europe
and at eighteen she visits her mother
when Ferdy rents a beautiful home.
Magda is unhappy over Ferdy's drink
ing and attentions to other women. Vic
dislikes him. When her mother and step
father return to South America, Victoria
refuses to go with them because of Fer
dy's unw^Jcome attentions to her.
Magda returns and tells Vic she and
Ferdy have separated. Meanwhile Keith
has remarried. Victoria is now a stu
dent nurse. Magda has fallen in love
with Lucius Farmer, a married artist.
Willie she and Vic prepare for a trip
to Europe, Ferdy takes a suite in
their hotel. The night before Magda
and Vic are to sail, Magda elopes with
Lucius Farmer. While nursing the chil
dren of Dr. and Mrs. Keats, Vic meets
Dr. Quentin Hardisty, a brilliant physi
cian, much sought after by women,
who is a widower with a crippled daugh
ter. In a tete-a-tete at the Keats home,
he kisses Vic. Several days iater he
Invites her with other guests to spend a
week-end at his cabin. Vic is enchanted
with the cabin. Next morning she and
Quentin go hiking and return ravenous.
The party is disrupted Sunday afternoon
by the arrival of Marian Pool, a di
vorced woman. Vic is jealous of Mrs.
Pool and a few days later tells Mrs.
Keats she is going to Honolulu. In his
office, Quentin questions Vic about leav
ing. He proposes to her.
CHAPTER V—Continued
—7—
"I think you’d better try Ger
many.” For a few seconds Victoria
really thought she had said it. Then
she knew that she had said nothing
audible, but that she was looking at
him with her throat dry, and her
heart beating hard, and all her
senses in wild confusion. ‘‘If a man
wanted you he could get you,” she
heard him saying. ‘‘If a man wanted
you he could get you.”
‘‘I say yes, of course,” she said
steadily.
“Good!” he said. "I'll come out
to dinner tonight and we’ll tell Vi
and Johnny. Good-by, Kate, give
me a kiss—that’s the girl! No, this
is the way out.”
Victoria left him standing there,
in his white coat, with the little in
strument still in his big hand.
She was quiet that evening; quiet
during the days that followed.
There were but few between the
odd, sudden talk in Quentin’s office
and the hour when they two were
married. Only Catherine and the
Keatses witnessed the very simple
ceremony. Victoria, with a smart
loose coat and a small hat, was
like a serious child, obeying, docile,
seemingly bewildered. She had ar
rested Quentin with a small hand on
his arm, when they went into the
clergyman's study; had spoken in
quick fear and nervousness;
‘‘Quentin — you’ra sure, aren’t
you?”
The man looked down at her with
his wide smile.
“Why, aren’t you?”
"Yes. Yes, I am,” she said
staunchly.
Afterward, when the doctor and
Violet had kissed her, and she and
Quentin were down beside the
parked car, she had another mo
ment of irresolution.
“Are we going to Mill Valley?”
“Well, you knew that,” Quentin
said.
“Yes, I know.” Victoria got into
the car. “We’ll be back Monday,
Vi,” she said, through the opened
window. The Keatses waved; Quen
tin started the engine; they were
moving.
The Hardisty house on Washing
ton street overlooked the Presidio
wall, and the long lines of pines
inside the military reservation, and
the shoulders of the hill ranges that
descended on either side of the
Golden Gate. There was plenty of
fog out here on the summer morn
ings, and Victoria’s back garden
was often dripping with milky mist.
CHAPTER VI
In the beginning of her marriage
she had said that she hofced to be
busy; idleness was what jeopardized
so many women’s happiness. If her
duties and responsibilities in con
nection with Quentin and Gwen and
the house were not sufficient to
keep her occupied, then, she threat
ened, she would positively take on
some work for the blind, or for
the city’s orphanage.
But the blind and the orphanage
had had no opportunity to experi
ence her kindly charity. For from
the Sunday night when she and
Quentin had ended their thirty-hour
honeymoon with a sleepy, slow trip
to the city, and had found tempo
rary quarters in a large hotel, there
had seemed to be no moment in
which Vic, to use her own words,
had had time to sit down for five
minutes to ask herself whether or
not she was happy, whether or not
she was glad that she had married
as she had.
So the first year had flown, and
at the end of it Vic had awakened
Quentin in the early dawn of a
spring morning, and had given him
charge of her waiting suitcase and
her somewhat silent, frightened
self. There had been a hospital
then; bright, clean rooms, flat
clean beds, everyone telling her that
she was behaving splendidly, every
one sure of it except herself. And
after a while the realness of all
these things, and the city, and
Gwen, and the big house and even
Quentin had all disappeared into a
hot, hurtful fog, and still later,
ashamed and bewildered and apolo
getic, Vic had gratefully slipped
away into nothing—just nothing—
just blackness and oblivion and re
lief from the task that was too
hard.
Then there had been Kenty, and
Vic had lain staring at him thought
fully, thinking not of him but of her
mother. “My mother—she was so
beautiful and young; she must have
been so frightened, and she went
through all that for me!”
After the long struggle she had
said to Quentin: “I don't want an
other baby. This one’s darling; I
want him. But never another!” But
the unexpected ecstasy of having
one child, after all, had made the
possibility of having another seem
nothing less than a miracle. Susan
na Hardisty had swiftly followed her
brother, and on Susan’s second
birthday, the crowded Hardisty
nursery had been enriched by the
arrival of Richard and Robert to
gether. Even the mother of what
she sometimes described as the
"Light Infantry” had been tempo
rarily left breathless and startled
by this promptitude. Vic lived now
in a world of small beds, small
stamping footsteps, small shrill
voices. Kenty and Sue, Dick and
Bobs had filled her life to overflow
ing; she adored them even while she
toiled herself into a daily state of
exhaustion for their sakes.
Quentin meanwhile was busily
building up for himself the most
important surgical practice in the
city.
They rarely went to dinner par
ties. Sometimes after their late
dinner at home they would slip
downtown for some music, for
the last acts of a play or the final
run of a good film. But almost al
ways they were at home in the eve
ning, Quentin glad to smoke his
pipe, to go early to bed; Vic happi
iest when she was within reach of
any call from the nursery. Other
women laughed at her, perhaps pit
ied her a little. She never pitied
herself; she was supremely content.
"We like each other,” she told
him on a certain Sunday morning
when they had been six years man
and wife, and when an unusual lull
in domestic and professional inter
ruptions had by chance afforded
them a lazy hour together.
Victoria looked enviously at the
comfortable peninsula homes they
were passing, for by this time the
day had somehow rushed about to
one o’clock, and Quentin was driv
ing her and the three older children
down to Menlo Park. There was a
skull fracture to be diagnosed at the
hospital, and after that the Har
distys would go to lunch with the
Gannetts. Mrs. Gannett, whose own
doctor husband had summoned
Quentin to this emergency case, had
hospitably insisted upon the lunch.
It needn’t be until two o’clock; she
had beds upon which the small fry
could take their naps; please,
please, please come; they never
saw the Hardistys any more!
They were at the hospital. Vic
and the children walked about on
the grass while Quentin was inside.
Then he came down again, and Dr.
Gannett came down, and the Har
distys were to follow the Gannett
car.
Their way wound up into the hills
near Woodside; they were presently
being welcomed by Mrs. Gannett on
a porch; everything went just as
such days always went, doctor talk,
nursery talk, spring Sunday talk.
Vic was alternately proud of her
children and anxiously exasperated
about them; a nurse walked them
away with little Betsey Gannett,
and there was lunch, a delicious
company lunch with chicken and
asparagus and beaten biscuit and
strawberries, and severa'. nice
neighbors to share it. Then all the
men went to play golf on the club
links a hundred yards away, and
some of the women played contract.
Victoria played neither, and she and
her hostess sat talking together.
“Vic, you mean you’re that way
again!”
“September. I rather hoped you’d
not guess.”
“Guess! A child in arms would
know. How old, in heaven’s name,
are the twins? Are they a year old
yet?”
“A year! We’ve just had our
second birthday celebration.”
“Well, honestly,” Mabel Gannett
said, "I think it’s dreadful! Going
in for a perfectly enormous family
these days! With Quentin as stun
ning as he is, and all the women
mad about him—”
“Oh, that!” Vicky said indiffer
ently, as the other woman paused.
And then, just before the Har
distys went home at five, the odd
thing happened.
Victoria had led her troop up
stairs for last wiping of small
faces and buttoning of small coats;
these operations well under way,
she had gathered Susan under one
arm, Susan’s brief legs dangling
from her hip, and preceded the oth
ers downstairs, to reassure the wait
ing Quentin as to everybody's be
ing “just about ready.”
There was a wide lower hall in
the Gannetts’ house; a hall now
filled with soft late-afternoon light,
and empty except for Quentin; the
cheerful voices of the hosts, saying
farewells, could be heard through
the open porch doorway.
Victoria had reached the landing
and was about to call to Quentin,
obviously and patiently awaiting his
family, when another person came
into the hall. She came from the
direction of the dining rooms; a
slender, graceful woman—almost a
girl, though the voice was a wom
an's. It was a voice low with re
proach and pain now, and as she
‘‘Mother!” She Said.
spoke she put her hand on Quen
tin’s arm. Victoria, halted on the
landing, had an odd feeling of
amusement, a surprising feeling
that was something like fear, as she
watched.
“Quentin,” the woman said clear
ly, but in a low tone, “how can you
be so horribly unkind to me?”
Victoria saw Quentin look down at
her from his big height; saw the
good-natured smile in his eyes.
“Am I horribly unkind to you?”
he asked mildly.
“You’re killing me!” the woman
answered passionately, with a little
choke in her voice.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, Joseph
ine,” Quentin said
“You hate me, I know that!” Jos
ephine said. “But I can’t help it.
I have to see you—we’re going Fri
day. Yes, he settled it. I didn’t.
1 think he’s crazy. But we're go
ing. And I have to see you before
we go! Will you lunch with me on
Wednesday?”
“Operating on old Fuller in Los
Angeles. I go down Tuesday night.”
“You know, I don’t believe you,
Quentin,” the woman said with a
shrewd look. But instantly her man
ner changed and softened. “Oh,
don’t be unkind to me—be kind to
me just this once!” she faltered,
with unmistakable signs of tears.
Victoria, rooted to the landing saw
from Quentin’s face that he was
embarrass ?d, but he gave no sign
of nervousness; he was completely
master of the situation.
“I don’t know what you can have
to say to me, my dear,” he said, in
the kindly masculine look and tone
and manner that Victoria—that all
j women—loved. “Listen, you’re get
1 ting yourself all wrought up,” he
| added. And he put a hand on her
I shoulder. “Come into the library
with me a minute,” he suggested.
They left the hall together.
When they were gone Victoria de
scended the remaining stairs and
began her thanks and farewells. Al
most immediately the other chil
dren, Betsey, the nurse were with
her, and within five minutes of her
having first glimpsed that tableau
in the lower hall she and Quentin
were on their way home. But it
had left its mark, she had to speak
of it, the passionate young voice,
“How can you be so horribly un
kind to me!” was ringing in her
ears and coloring the languid scent
ed spring twilight with romance.
"Quentin, who was the pretty girl
at the very end—the one in lavender
linen?"
"Oh, that was Mrs Billy McGrew.
Josephine McGrew — she’s a nice
kid. But nutty!"
"She's affectionate, I gather?"
Quentin laughed, guiltily, giving
his wife a sidewise, shrewd smile.
"A little.”
Victoria said nothing, but her
heart was lightened again. It was
all so silly!
"How’d you know that?” Quentin
presently asked, chuckling.
"I was on the stairs when she was
talking to you in the hall, I got the
balcony scene.”
"Caught with the goods, eh?”
Quentin asked.
"Red-handed.” Victoria laughed
in relief.
"Poor little Jo," the man said,
after a peaceful silence. She’s aim
less, she's not very happy with Mc
Grew—he has nothing but money,
apparently. She'll get out, some
day; she’ll quit him cold. She
wanted to say good-by to me—
they’re going to Biarritz, they have
a place there—and she had to tell
me that it was all over, and we
would aljvays be friends and all
that!”
“What was all over?"
"Well, exactly. Nothing!”
He laughed heartily, engineering
the car through the complicated
turnings of Daly City, and Victoria
was 3ilent for a while.
Victoria laughed, her fears all laid
to rest.
Th-? five children wore uproarious
in the nursery at supper time; their
long sleeps in the car coming home
l.ad refreshed them, and they were
full of life and mischief.
The nursery was full of noises
and thumps; the children’s laughter
ringing high above every other
sound. Mollie brought Dicky to his
father. "There’s one that’ll take all
the loving you want to give him,”
she said, and Quentin sat holding
the quieter twin, loving the serious
exploratory glance that Dicky oc
casionally sent over his shoulder, as
one who would be sure that these
big arms, these big knees were quite
safe.
“I thought a girl war always gen
tler than a boy,” Quentin said.—
“I knew you’d break that, Kenty!”
he interrupted himself. "You jerk
it, and then Susan jerks it; why
don’t you wait until you want to
use it?”
"There’s nothing gentle about Su
san,” Vicky said, the broken cord
already mended. Bobs, the other
twin, having finished his entire din
ner with scrupulous attention and
thoroughness, now came to climb
up beside Dicky. Gwen was ani
matedly demanding if Daddy would
like to see her new dress for danc
ing school.
"Somehow I never thought I’d
hear you talking about dancing
school, Gwen,” Quentin said, his
arms full of nightgowned small
boys, but his forehead held up for
Gwen’s suddenly affectionate kiss.
"Oh, but you know I limp, Dad
dy?” the little girl reminded him
animatedly.
"I kin limp!" Susan shouted with
the usual accent on the personal
pronoun. And she gave an exag
gerated imitation of a cripple’s gait
to Gwen’s immense delight. "She
walks just as if it hurt her, Moth
er!” exclaimed Gwen.
After a while, Quentin, with the
sureness of long practice, slid the
sleeping twins into cribs and left
Victoria reading. Victoria called
after him;
"When you’ve made your tele
phone calls, Quentin, see if you can
get Dora, and find out how Dorothy
is, and remind the Findleysons that
they’re coming to supper. Tell Billy
not to dress, and say to Sally that
' of course if her father’s with her
we want him, too!”
"And shake the hall rug and see
if there’s any mall,” the doctor
added. But he was grinning as he
went downstairs.
About an hour later, when a party
of six had just harmoniously settled
down to Sunday’s cold supper there
was an interruption. It began with
a ring at the doorbell, but that was
nothing in a doctor's household; nor
was Meta’s appearance a moment
later. What was unusual was the
appearance of the woman who fol
lowed Meta; the sound of her voice.
For a moment Vic didn't know
the voice at all, or the little tinkle
of high laughter, or the person in
the lace-edged hat and frilly silk
coat, frilly blouse, frilly sweeping
skirts who stood there. Then the
whole world turned upside down and
she got to her feet and tried to
speak, but couldn’t hear her own
voice and tried again with better
luck.
“Mother!” she said.
“My dear, the proverbial bad pen
ny!” Mrs. Herrendeen laughed,
coming in to sit down at the chair
Quentin provided, nd looking about
the circle gayly. Well, you’re hav
ing a party!” she said. She was
j introduced, all the voices spoke to
gether cordially.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
The Egyptian Scarab
The Scarab is made of many sorts
of stones. In many varieties of
stone the Egyptians copied the scar
abaeus or sacred beetle. The an
cient Egyptians took the scarab
beetle for their symbol of creation.
They associated the symbol with
their god Khepera, who rolled the
sun across the sky as the beetle
rolled its egg. The Egyptians be
lieved that by wearing the scarab
they absorbed the strength of crea
tion.
Printed Cottons Rank High in Chic
—
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
A KE modern cottons putting on
** high-style airs! Their emer
gence from the humble housefrock
field tells as fascinating a story
a any Cinderella romance might
offer. Cottons are certainly going
places end doing things in the way
of color, weave and design such as
they never ventured to do before.
This spirit of cottons to do and
tc dare is especially true in regard
to this season’s prints which are
flaupting a glory and glamor that
is taking them into the swankiest
places cottons were ever known to
go. As pretentiously fashioned as
designers are now turning out cot
ton costumes for both day and eve
ning wear, you feel smartly dressed
in them no matter the place, the
time or the company you are in.
It’s cottons such as were dis
played at a style clinic held in the
Merchandise Mart of Chicago re
cently (three of which are here
pictured) that cause one to become
cotton-conscious to ace-high point
of enthusiasm. Attractive cotton
fashions of the type pictured avail
able in department stores and spe
cialty shops the country over give
the perfect answer to women seek
ing maximum style at minimum
outlay.
A stunning dress, as shown to the
right in the group, holds no terrors
for a limited budget for it is any
thing but costly even though it does
give its wearer an air of high-brow
chic. Which is the grand and glori
ous thing about this season’s hand
some cottons, they are inexpensive
although they have all the voguish
details you would expect of much
higher priced modes. In the gown
referred to you see how dramatical
ly splashy cotton prints have
stepped into the 1937 scene. The
graceful black scroll patterning
boldly contrasts vividly colorful flo
rals. A girlish round collar and
short puff sleeves are Important
style details. The gypsy sash girdle
repeating leading colors in the print
adds the final “touch that tells.” A
bright green felt hat with grosgrain
ribbon trim colorfully tops this cos.
tume.
A peasant print and the new spa
ghetti trim are combined in the
dress shown to the left to interpret
style at its best. The print is in
peasant blues, greens and yellows
on a russet background ground.
The spaghetti trim for belt and for
the modish lacing on the waist is
in multi colors. The skirt is flared
as fashion now demands. The hat
has a square high crown and the
brim is bound in grosgrain.
Royal crimson (echoing corona
tion colors) and navy blue on a
white background of cloky pique
presents a stunning color study for
the gown centered in the group.
Because the print is a vividly color
ful widely spaced bold floral it reg
isters definitely 1937. This ensemble
features a jacket with puffed sleeves
and paneled down the back to cor
respond with the panel in the dress
which is sleeveless and collarless.
A new Gaucho style felt hat in
spired by South America gives a
nonchalant touch which is most in
triguing. Adjustable knots hold the
hat under the chin.
When you go cotton-print shopping
don’t forget that the bigger, the
bolder, the print the smarter. You
can go to any extreme and still not
be found guilty of exceeding the
speed limit so far as the colors and
designs of the new cottons are con
cerned. There is a decided trend
toward bold stripes and plaids. Then
too, fancy turns to East Indian and
oriental print designs. These are
particularly smart for the now-so
popular house coats and for sports
frocks.
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VOGUISH SILK NET
l)y CIIKHIR NICHOLAS
" - '
If you have to make one party
dress do for various occasions there
is no better buy than black silk net
of sterling quality. Especially is
this true at the present moment
since Paris is showing greatest en
thusiasm for black silk sheers of ev
ery description. One of the argu
ments in favor for black net is that
it can be worn over different slips,
the latest idea being multi-colored
plaid or striped taffeta or gay floral
print topped with black sheer. The
silk net evening gown pictured has
a charming Empire decolletage.
FASHIONS DEMAND
GREAT YARDAGE
By CHEBIE NICHOLAS
The present dramatic fashions
calling for great yardage as en
dorsed by leading designers give
fabrics a larger share of the fashion
spotlight than in many seasons.
“Ballerina” skirts of layers and lay
ers of stiff sheer silks, attached to
long fitted bodices of silk net, silk
tulles and silk marquisette show the
inspiration of the recent Degas ex
hibits in Paris and New York. Full
skirted evening gowns sometimes
use forty yards of silk.
Schiaparelli’s ballet waltz dress
with short skirt over stiff petticoats,
the soubrette silhouette which
caused such a sensation at the
openings, is frequently interpreted
in silk net, also in printed silk.
Cotton Laces Are Just the
Thing for Daytime Frocks
Cotton laces, fashion forecasters
declare, are going to be prominent
among the daytime frocks worn this
spring and summer. Street-length
dresses made of lace in the many
tailored styles are just the thing
for the perfect combination of
smartness and practicalness. The
laces are varied in their patterns,
some having big flower designs
made up of large or small flowers
or different sizes together. Others
are patterned in geometric and mod
ernistic figures. The beauty of the
cotton laces is that they can usually
be worn straight through the day,
finishing up at the country club as
fresh and smart as a daisy. A little
sports dress may be just a sports
dress, but when it’s lace, you have
sounded a style-correct decorative
note to say nothing of coolness and
uncrushableness
inwimw——ww
Ask Me Another
0 A General Quiz
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..
1. How many languages and
systems of writing are there?
2. What state has contributed
the most Supreme court justices?
3. In what year was a perform
ance of "Aida” given at the foot
of the Pyramids in Egypt?
4. Who guards the White House?
5. Who wrote the "Comedie Hu
maine”?
6. What was a bireme?
Answers
1. Dr. Frank H. Vizetelly says
that there are six thousand seven
hundred and sixty named tongues
and systems of writing in the
world.
2. New York has contributed the
most United States Supreme court
justices, 10.
3. In 1912 an impressive open
air production of the opera was
given there.
4. The White House has its own
police force of 48 men. This in
cludes a captain, a lieutenant,
three sergeants and 43 policemen.
There are also 10 Secret Service
men.
5. This is the title of an uncom
pleted series of nearly a hundred
novels by Balzac, designed to give
a panoramic picture of the man
ners and morals of the time. He
began the work in 1829, adopting
the general title in 1842.
6. An ancient galley having two
banks of oars.
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You don’t hear babies using thd
baby talk that grown people utte*
to them.
Don’t Neglect Them l
Nature designed the kidneys to do •
marvelous job. Their task is to keep the
flowing blood stream free of an excess of
! toxic impurities. The act of living—li/s
ilsrlf—Is constantly producing waste
matter the kidneys must remove from
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persistent headache, attacks of dizziness,
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under the eyes—feel tired, nervous, alt
worn out.
Frequent, scanty or burning passage*
may be further evidence ol Kidney or
bladder disturbance.
The recognized and proper treatment
Is a diuretic medicine to help the kidneys
| get rid of excess poisonous body waste.
Ose Doan'i Pillt. They have had more
than forty years of public approval. Are
' endorsed the country over. Insist oO
Voan’s. Sold at all drug stores.
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THE CHEERFUL CHERUB
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It hurts my conscience
to be rich —
Were really all of
equal rank,
And some folks starve
while here am I
Just hoarding pennies
in my bank.
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