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By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS 'IT HAPPENED
ONE NIGHT'
O SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS ‘ ’ WNU SERVICE
CHAPTER IX—Continued
—15—
"Go right on," continued Gloria,
"with anything you have to say con
cerning A. Leon and little Marion.
Just speak up. You’ll not hurt my
feelings."
"Are there likely to be any un
fortunate sequelae to your mutual
imprudence?” blurted out Mr. Gor
| mine.
For a moment she was honestly
puzzled. "Sequelae? Sounds like
those wigglers you find in ponds.”
"Results. I mean a—a child,”
asked the badgered interrogator, in
an agonized half-whisper.
There was an idea! This bird was
full of them. Gloria would never
have thought of that, herself. It
opened up limitless possibilities. She
had an inspiration.
“How can I tell—yet?” she mur
mured.
"That seems to bring matters to
a standstill for the present,” said
he, utterly dispirited.
Gloria found herself in strong dis
agreement with this view. She was
for action, immediate and definite.
“Oh, not necessarily,” she mur
mured.
The lawyer hesitated. But be
neath that spinsterish exterior was
dogged courage to pit against the
mortification of the spirit.
“Cannot this unhappy compli
( cation be arranged on a financial
I1 basis?”
The words were soft music to
Gloria's waiting ears. She per
formed a rapid mental calculation.
Damages for her own violated con
tract she set down at the modest
estimate of five thousand dollars.
Then there was Marne; she cer
tainly was due for a cut, if only
for the use of her name, not to men
tion the abuse of her reputation.
Say another five grand. A flash il
luminated her receptive and highly
stimulated mind. Martin Holmes!
The real Templeton Sayles. That
bird had certainly had a raw deal.
Besides, she liked him. Why not
cut a piece of cake for him, while
she was about it? Her decision was
made. She would shoot for twenty
five thousand and split it three ways.
Thus everybody would be happy, ex
cept Mr. Gormine, who didn’t count.
Miss Glamour was nothing if not
fair-minded.
A. Leon Snydacker’s representa
tive repeated his anxious query. “An
•equitable financial basis,” he sup
plemented.
“Why not?” said Gloria agreea
bly.
An: wow we are arriving some
where.”
“Maybe we are and maybe we
aren’t. It depends. What’s your
proposition?”
He reflected. “We might go as
high as a thousand dollars,” he said
weightily.
“Pfooie!” said Gloria.
“Do I understand that you de
cline—”
“You don’t understand simple
arithmetic if you think one grand is
money for my broken heart.”
“As practical people, let us omit
the broken heart. What is your sug
gestion?”
“Fifty,” pronounced Gloria. She
had figured this as a good starting
point.
“Fifty thousand dollars?”
i “Why not?”
“My dear young woman! It is ab
surd. Outrageous.”
“Think of my reputation.”
Mr. Gormine snorted in a moral
manner. “You should have consid
ered that before it was too late.”
"It’s never too late for a jury to
consider it.”
“We might go to twenty-five hun
dred,” said Mr. Gormine with a
painful effort.
“Chickenfeed.”
“Five thousand.” Desperately
and through a constricted throat.
“Nothing doing!”
“Very well, then; seven thousand.
Come now. Miss Van Stratten,” he
argued persuasively, "seven thou
sand dollars is a fortune for a young
lady in your position."
“Oh, yeah?” countered Miss
Glamour mournfully. “What about
a young lady in my condition?”
“I will go to ten. That is positive
ly my last word.”
It was time for strategic modifi
cations. “Thirty is mine.”
He rose. “Perhaps you will see,
after a night’s sleep, the exorbi
tance of your demands.”
"Nothing doing.” She sighed. “I
suppose I’d better get in touch with
A. Leon tomorrow and give him the
bad news.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t do that,”
protested Mr. Gormine. “That
would be most unfortunate.”
“I see,” said the girl thoughtful
ly. "You haven’t told him you were
coming to see me about it.”
"No; I haven’t From all points
of interest, this would better remain
a matter between you and me.”
“O-kay, Judge. That suits the in
jured party. So come through."
“What is your best offer, Miss
Van Stratten?”
Gloria thought it over. “Now, I’ll
tell you what I'll do. Big Boy. I’ll
take a chance. I’ll sign off for twen
ty-five grand. Not a cent less. Come
on; what d’you say?”
“It’s outrageous. It’s extortion.
But I’ll go to fifteen thousand and
that is positively final.”
“Zowie! Cash deal.”
"You would hardly expect me to
have that amount on my person.”
“No checks. They bounce.”
“This is Wednesday. I will re
turn here next Monday with the cash
and the papers for your signature.”
“Sounds fair. But you’ll agree to
say nothing to A. Leon in the mean
time.”
“Certainly. And you?”
“That goes for me, too. One more
thing. Don’t show around here again
till you come with the cash. Then
telephone and I’ll meet you in the
village.” Gloria had no idea of tak
ing risks with her project, by giv
ing hirn a chance to see the real
Miss Van Stratten,
“Very good.”
“It’s a deal,” cried Gloria, with
an irrepressible skip.
CHAPTER X
Small streams back in the hills
whispered together by day and con
spired by night against the peace
is your place. Temporarily, any
how. I should be the one to leave.”
“You’ve got a stake in staying,"
he pointed out “From what Gloria
has told me, you need the salary.”
"We-ell, it’s handy and pleasant,"
she admitted.
“I think I'd better tell you some
thing,” he pursued after some hesi
tancy.
“For my own good, I suppose.”
He flushed at her tone but went
resolutely on: “Snydacker is onto
the game."
“Which game?”
“Yours. The Van Stratten bluff.
He's found out that it’s a plant.”
“Oh! Has he?” The tidings left
her thoughtful rather than per
turbed. “How? Did you tell him?”
“I didn’t say how,” he returned.
He was not going to give away
Moby Dickstein, drunk or sober.
"No; I didn’t tell him. But I as
sure you, it’s true.”
“So I’m just plain Miss Adelina
Ashcan to him. As to you.”
“I don’t know anything about
that,” he muttered, reddening
again.
“If you don’t mind my curiosity,
why are you telling me this?”
He stared out into the storm.
“You’ve had a pretty tough job of
it here,” he said slowly. "You’ve
"I’ll go fifteen thousand and that Is positively final!"
and security of the solid earth. Ra
vines which had been dry since the
memory of local man, became
sluiceways for little torrents.
Glunk, studying the skies, held
troubled conference within himself,
and put in his spare moments se
cretly tinkering with his flat-boat.
For three days and four nights
the downpour never let up. On top
of weeks of bad weather, this turned
the countryside into a swampy slith
er. Making an early morning tour
of inspection of his drowning prop
erty, the owner of Holmesholm re
turned from the lake front carrying
on his shoulder a small canoe with
a gaping puncture near the bow.
“Dock gone; boats gone,” he re
ported to the depressed company,
gathered for breakfast. “Lake’s
higher than I’ve ever seen it. I
picked this”—He set the damaged
canoe on the floor—"out of a bush.”
“D’you think it’s likely to keep
on?” queried Gloria.
“I don’t see any break.”
“So what?”
“Lord knows! Cottagers across
the lake are moving out. I hear
that Becker Brook dam is overflow
ing. Oh, well, the worst that could
happen to us is to be marooned for
a while.”
“It would be perfectly sweet to be
shut in for a couple of weeks with
this congenial company.” remarked
Marne. “Noah’s ark, with the ani
mals not too carefully selected.”
Her glance drifted to Kelsey Hare
who continued to eat his egg with an
absent expression. It was as near
as she had come to speaking to him
since Holmes’ revelations.
“I’m off it,” asserted Moby Dick
stein. “This is no place for me, I
think I’ll wire the Big Fella and be
moving to the Park House.”
“If a car can get through,” quali
fied Martin Holmes. “The road this
side of the turn looks as if the bot
tom had dropped clean out.”
Moby retired to gather his be
longings. Gloria and Martin went
to the kitchen to inspect supplies.
Stepping out on the porch for a look
at the sullen skies, Marne was fol
lowed by her screen-lover.
“Look here,” he began without
preface. “Do you want me to
leave?”
“Why should I?” she answered,
taken off-guard. Then annoyed at
herself, amended it to "Why should
you?”
“To clear the atmosphere.”
“It is a bit thick.”
“Two weeks of it would make it a
lot thicker.”
“Beyond endurance. But after
all,” she continued with an effect
of striving to be fair about it, “this
had to put up with some raw stuff,
including”—he grinned ruefully—”a
pretty rotten actor opposite you. On
the whole, you’ve been game about
it. I don’t like to see you get the
worst of it. How matters stand be
tween you and Snydacker personal
ly”—he stopped to swallow some
thing distasteful—"is none of my
business—"
"That’s right. It certainly isn’t.”
“—but if you can figure out some
way to back up your bluff and car
ry on, you’d better get busy on it
before the mighty A. Leon gets
back.”
"For a gentleman who has been
living on another man’s alias,” she
taunted, "you seem awfully partic
ular about who I am.”
"I don’t care who you are or why
you’re pretending to be someone
you aren’t,” he broke out. "What
you are sticks out all over you.”
"Don’t tell me. It might hurt
my feelings.”
"And for a girl of your breeding
and your antecedents—oh, any fool
could tell!” he insisted angrily as,
suppressing a gasp of astonishment
she undertook to interpolate—"for
your kind of girl to have to fake
and wheedle and cheat—”
"I haven’t wheedled,” broke In
Marne, flaming. "And I haven’t
cheated.”
"Nor faked?” said Kelsey quietly.
"Are you talking to me about
faking?”
"Well, it’s tragic. You must need
your job terribly, to do it.” Dis
couragement darkened his face.
"However, you make it plain that
you don’t need any help from me,
or, at least that you won't take it.
Would you get along better if I
left?”
She cocked an ear at the roaring
creek. “Leaving the sinking
house?” she inquired.
“I get the analogy. Thanking you
on behalf of self and fellow rats—”
“No; please! I’m sorry.” Her
hand shot out to touch his sleeve,
“That wasn’t fair.”
“Not quite. I’m sticking.”
For quite a while; in fact, to the
finish, if I’m any judge — was
Marne’s silent thought as she
marked the outthrust of his jaw.
“Moby’s fed up with it," she volun
teered. “He's leaving this after
noon if he can get through.”
The question of traffic was solved
after luncheon by the arrival of a
particularly trim and smart road
ster. From it stepped a pink and
fattish man who stared uncertainly
about him until he caught sight of
Moby Dickstein emerging for a look
at the dripping heavens.
“Hullo and all hail and all that,”
said the arrival. "Do you belong
here?”
“Yop,” answered Moby, suspicious
of the stranger. “What got you
past the No Admittance sign?”
"I want to see Miss Van Strat
ten.”
un, you aoi uo you Know nerr
"Certainly, I know her."
"Know her long?”
“Since she was a kid,” replied
the newcomer.
Moby leaned forward, lowering
his voice to an eager and confiden
tial appeal. “What about her? On
the up-and-up, now; what is she?”
"Apparently she’s the star of this
crazy performance.” Mr. Liggett
Morse grinned.
“Yes. But what was she be
fore?”
“Miss Marlon Norman Van Strat
ten,” returned the other explicitly.
"What’s the idea?”
"Can that bunk. Tm asking you,
on the level. If you don’t know, say
so.”
“I ought to know. As the star of
this fool show she’s my invention,
you might say.”
"Your invention!” retorted Moby,
dumbfounded by the impudence of
this claim. "I invented her. Why,
I’ve practically got a copyright on
her.”
“You’re batty,” said Mr. Morse,
beginning to be annoyed.
“Who’s batty? Did I build her up,
or did you?”
"Build her up? To what?”
“To stardom. That’s what. From
practically nothin’.”
There was a hurry of footsteps on
the stairs. From her window Marne
had seen and recognized the car.
In an excess of homesickness for
her own world she cast herself upon
the plump and receptive neck of
its representative.
“Oh, Liggy!” she cried and
hugged him.
"Who is this guy?” demanded Mo
by.
"The name,” said its owner, "is
Liggett Morse.”
"He says he invented you,” stated
the aggrieved First Assistant.
Marne returned to earth and said:
"I expect he is responsible for my
being here. And Liggy believes I’m
a hundred per cent genuine."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Ozark Mountain Country Still Observes
The Custom Known as ‘Belling the Bride*
A sudden deafening din of shot
guns and cowbells may herald a
fight at a square dance in the Ozark
mountain country, but it is far more
likely to be a harmless charivari of
a newly wedded couple. For the
Ozarkians still keep up the custom
as brought from the Tennessee and
Kentucky mountains, where the cer
emony is known as “belling the
bride,” notes a writer in the Kansas
City Star.
In the rural regions, the young
people get together and go to the
house where the young couple went
after marriage. An effort is made
to keep the plans a secret, yet the
bridegroom is supposed to be pre
pared with candy and cigars and
possibly a little corn liquor. Dish
pans are beaten, guns fired, cow
bells rung and any noise-making de
vice used. Frequently a square
dance is held after the noise has
abated. The newlyweds are sub
jected to much teasing and asked
to lead the first “set” of the dance.
In the villages the procedure is
carried to greater extremes. There
are different customs in every town.
In Eureka Springs, Ark., the bride
groom is supposed to pull his bride
in a little red wagon through the
main streets. Then the following
crowd of noise-makers ducks the
bridegroom in the old log watering
trough.
In Galena, Mo., the groom is bap
tized in the James river if he will
not provide a treat for those be
sieging him. In another Missouri
town the groom is supposed to push
his bride in a wheelbarrow around
the - public square several times
while his friends follow on foot or in
cars with the horns constantly honk
ing.
Some of the other wedding cus
toms of the hills have died out. It
is no longer arbitrary that the in
fare dinner be given at the home of
the bride’s parents. Weddings are
not so elaborate as in the old days
when scores of people would be in
vited to the wedding dinner, served
early in the afternoon. No longer
do the neighbor women bake for
days in preparation. But the chari
vari continues.
Pine Tree Shillings in 1652
In 1652 a mint was established in
Boston at which Pine Tree shillings
were coined.
New Wash Materials Remind
It's Time for Spring Sewing
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
ASA proper approach to the per
** ennial spring sewing program
that soon will be staged in countless
households, we know of no gesture
that will so inspire to hurry and
get going as to take a day off and
go fabric sight-seeing. We make the
prediction that at just a mere
glimpse of the new textiles with
their refreshing departure from
the 6ld, in the way of texture, pat
temings and colorings, you will feel
an urge stirring to cut and to baste
and to sew.
In this day and age when won
ders are being performed in the
way of textures and weaves, it be
comes absolutely imperative that
the woman who would sew success
fully must know materials. This is
especially true in regard to wash
fabrics that are a revelation as to
what science is achieving in the way
of non-shrinkage, color-fast-boil
proof tones and tints and in the way
of weaves of entirely new origin.
Consider for example the new spun
rayon fabrics that are as lovely and
exquisite in texture as imagination
can conceive.
When you ask to see these fas
cinating new spun rayons take note
of their marvelous colorings that
are so refreshingly different from
the usual run. Many of the beauti
ful hues and motifs for design are
traced to fine Chinese porcelains
that excel in subtle soft blues and
canary yellows, lime greens, peach
bloom pinks and cherry blossom
reds. You’ll love these new wash
fabrics that are so handsome they
really do not look like washables,
but they are and what’s more
they are treated to an anti
crease process that greatly en
hances them from the practical
standpoint. Some of the smartest
washable crepes combine the new
est fabric (spun rayon) with one of
the oldest (pure linen).
You can get these winsome spun
rayon crepes in delectable mono
tones or in prints that are so lovely
mere word pictures fail to describe
them. On your fabric sight-seeing
tour be on the lookout for prints that
stylize a flight of snow white bird*
against a sky of peachbloom pink or
a seashell motif on a lime green
background and you will thus sense
the charm and beauty of the new
spun rayon crepes.
Softer to the touch than all wool,
yet cozier than cotton by far is an
imported material that looks like
and feels like a million, yet it can
be sent to wash with a carefree
mind for the fabric has been san
forized-shrunk. See to the left in
the picture a housecoat made of this
new flannel (half wool, half cotton)
which is lightweight as thistledown.
This particular smart plaid fabric
tailors to perfection.
To the right in the illustration un
usual charm is expressed in a quaint
dirndl dress of flowered cotton pop
lin—one of the dependable modern
cottons in that it does not shrink out
of fit when washed. It is trimmed
with Czechoslovakian embroidery
and buttons in authentic Czech de
sign. Wear it over shorts and cum
merbund when en route to active
sports, or as a full-time daytime
dress. Either way, it is perfect with
its matching bonnet.
You will find a bolero costume
made of gingham (faithful standby)
much to your liking. Why not enter
it on your sewing list, for this two
piece is easy to make, so why not
look up a reliable pattern and have
it in readiness to wear this spring
with dainty blouses? The model
centered in the group is in blue and
white check. The skirt is flared for
fullness. The long-sleeved bolero
jacket has wide revers and exposes
cuffs of white pique caught with
large mother-of-pearl links. Match
ing gingham trims the rough straw
sailor hat she has in her hand.
C Western Newspaper Union.
Rebirth of Amber
it’s amber jewelry you will be
wearing if you are up to the mo
ment in style. The revival of this
familiar gem is important fashion
news. The new amber jewelry re
veals untold beauties. The colors
range from golden yellow to rich
antique mahogany tones. The love
ly transparent quality of the stone
is especially effective in the new
floral designs. The leaves and fo
liage of many flowers are formed
of delicately shaded or veined am
ber. In the picture a very up-to
date young woman enhances her
evening gown with amber flower
jewelry.
Petticoat, Tiered
Frocks Real News
If you see a glimpse of lacy frou
frou peeping from under her neat
little afternoon dress of silk crepe,
do not make the mistake of saying
“Pardon me lady, your petticoat
is showing.” If you do milady is
apt to airily reply. “Sure, that's the
intention.” Yes’m it's only too true,
petticoats are in fashion and further
more the so-termed petticoat dress
that is causing so much excitement
in fashion's realm is actually styled
so as to reveal a tantalizing glimpse
of its frill.
Another sensation on the dress
program is the new flounced silhou
ette. Fashion is flouncing every
thing that will gracefully yield to
flouncing Daytime skirts rise tier
upon tier done in a restrained way
while soft afternoon and evening
frocks are widely flounced in the
good old-fashioned now very new
fashioned way.
Open Toes, Heels
In New Footwear
The vogue of open toes and open
heels has reached such a state that
it will be difficult before many
weeks to find even an Oxford which
supplies good foot coverage. Shoe
styles for spring have been placed
on exhibition and indicate that
pumps and Oxfords as well as san
dals expose the toes and the back
of the heels.
Protect Feet
Robust weather calls for rugged
footwear.
Smart Dresses for
Home and Runabout
f_l ERE’S a practical, slenderiz*
* * ing dress that large women
will thoroughly enjoy for their
busiest days of housework. And
a trim little bolero frock that's
gay and fresh as a spring mom*
ing, just the thing for shopping,
business and general wear.
Comfortable Ronse Dress.
This dress is so easy to make
that you’ll turn out half a dozen!
of it in practically no time; it’s a)
diagram design that you can com-j
plete in a few hours. And it’»|
so easy to work in that you won’t,
be satisfied with less than half a,
dozen. Wide armholes, a darted
waistline that looks slim, a skirt
with sufficient width, all assure
freedom for action. It’s easy to
put on, too, as well as to iron, be
cause it buttons down the front.|
Percale, calico and gingham are
good materials for this.
Tailored Bolero Dress.
Even without the sleeve-less bo
lero, this dress is a charming
style for runabout and street
wear. The darted waistline makes
you look slim and supple. A seal-1
loped closing, edged with braid or
binding, and puff sleeves nar
rowed into the arm by shirring,!
complete the effect of youthful
charm. Make this right now of
flat crepe, silk print or thin wool.
Then repeat it later in summer!
cottons; it’s a design that you’ll
use many, many times.
The Patterns.
No. 1615 is designed for sizes
34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48 and 50.
Size 36 requires 4% yards of 35
inch material, with % yard for
cuffs in contrast.
No. 1674 is designed for sizes 12,
14, 16, 18, 20 and 40. Size 14 re
quires 5V* yards of 39-inch mate
rial, with 3% yards of braid to
trim.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
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