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CHAPTER 1
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Sherwood Park is twelve miles
from Washington. Starting as a
somewhat pretentious suburb on the
main line of a railroad, it was
blessed with easy accessibility until
encroaching trolleys swept the tide
ot settlement away from it, and left
fcjtiigh and dry—its train service,
unable to compete with modern mo
tor vehicles, increasingly inefficient.
Property values, inevitably, de
creased. The little suburb degener
ated, grew less fashionable. People
who might have added social luster
to its gatherings moved away. The
frame houses, which at first had
made such a brave showing, be
came a bit down at the heel.
The Barnes cottage was saved
from the universal lack of loveli
ness by its simple lines, its white
paint and green blinds. Yet the
paint had peeled in places, and the
concrete steps which followed the
line of the two terraces were
cracked and worn.
Old Baldwin Barnes had bought
his house on the instalment plan,
and his children were still paying
for it. Old Baldwin had succumbed
to the deadly monotony of writing
the same inscription on red slips
through thirty years of faithful serv
ice in the Pension Office, and had
left the world with his debts behind
hAm.
He had the artistic temperament
which his son inherited. Julia was
like her mother who had died two
years before her husband. Mrs.
Barnes had been unimaginative and
capable. It was because of her that
Julia had married an architect, and
was living in a snug at. • rtment in
Chicago, that Baldwin Junior had
gone through college and had some
months at an art school before the
war came on, and that Jane, the
youngest, had a sense of thrift, and
an intensive experience in domestic
economy.
As for the rest of her, Jane was
twenty, slender as a Florentine
page, and fairly pretty. She was in
love with life and liked to talk about
it. Young Baldwin said, indeed,
with the frankness of a brother, that
Jane ran on like a babbling brook.
She was "running on” this No
yomber morning, as she and young
^Baldwin ate breakfast together.
Jane always got the breakfast.
Sophy, a capable Negro woman,
■came over later to help with the
housework, and to put the six
■o’clock dinner on the table. But it
was Jane who started the percola
tor, poached the eggs, and made
the toast on the electric toaster,
while young Baldwin read the Wash
ington Post. He read bits out loud
when he was in the mood. He was
not always in the mood, and then
Jane talked to him. He did not al
ways listen, but that made no differ
ence.
Jane had named the percolator
'"Philomel,” because of its purling
harmonies.
“Don’t you love it, Baldy?”
Her brother, with one eye on the
paper, was eating his grapefruit.
"Love what?"
“Philomel.”
"Silly stuff—”
"It isn’t. I like to hear it sing.”
"In my present mood I prefer a
hymn of hate.”
tShe buttered a slice of toast for
im. “Well, of course, you’d feel
like that.”
“Who wouldn’t?” He took the
toast from her, and buried himself
in his paper, so Jane buttered an
other slice for herself and ate It in
protesting silence—plus a poached
egg, and a cup of coffee rich with
yellow cream and much sugar.
Jane’s thinness made such indul
gence possible.
“I simply love breakfast,” she
continued.
“Is there anything you don’t love,
Janey?” with a touch of irritation.
“Yes.”
“What?”
"You.”
He stared at her over the top of
the sheet. “I like that!”
“Well, you won’t talk to me,
Baldy. It isn’t my fault if you hate
the world.”
“No, it isn’t.” He laid down the
kpaper. “But I’ll tell you this, Janey,
'I’m about through.”
She caught her breath, then flung
out, “Oh, you’re not. Be a good
sport, Baldy. Things are bound to
come your way if you wait.”
He gave a short laugh and rose.
“I wish I had your optimism.”
“I wish you had.”
They faced each other, looking
for the moment rather like two
young cockerels. Jane’s bobbed hair
emphasized the boyish effect of her
straight, slim figure. Baldy tow
ered above her, his black hair
matching hers, his eyes, too, match
ing—gray and lighted-up.
Jane was the first to turn her eyes
away. She looked at the clock.
“You’ll be late.”
He got his hat and coat and came
back to her. “I’m a blamed sore
head. Give me a kiss, Jane.”
She gave it to him, and clung to
him for a moment. "Don’t forget
y|'to bring a steak home for dinner,”
was all she said, but he was aware \
of the caress of those clinging
fingers.
It was one of his grievances that
he had to do the marketing—one
could not depend on Sherwood's sin
gle small store—so Baldy with
dreams in his head drove twice a
week to the butcher's stall in the
old Center Market to bring back
chops, or a porterhouse, or a festive
small roast.
He had no time for it in the morn
ings, however. His little car took
him over the country roads and
through the city streets and landed
him at the Patent Office at a quar
ter of nine. There, with a half hour
for lunch, he worked until five—it
’ 'it*- /
She felt poignantly the beauty of it.
was a dog’s life and he had other
aspirations.
Jane, left to herself, read the pa
per. One headline was sensational
The bride of a fashionable wedding
had been deserted at the altar. The
bridegroom had failed to appear at
the church. The guests waiting im
patiently in the pews had been in
formed. finally, that the ceremony
would be postponed.
Newspaper men hunting for the
bridegroom learned that he had left
a note for his best man—and that
he was on his way to southern wa
ters. The bride could not be seen.
Her uncle, who was also her guard
ian, and with whom she lived, had
stated that there was nothing to be
said. That was all. But society
was on tiptoe. Delafield Simms was
the son of a rich New Yorker. He
and his bride were to have spent
their honeymoon on his yacht. Edith
Towne had a fortune to match his.
Both of them belonged to old and
aristocratic families. No wonder
people were talking.
There was a picture of Miss
Towne, a tall, fair girl, in real lace,
orange blossoms, seed pearls—.
Pride was in every line ot her.
Jane’s tender fancy carried her to
that first breathless moment when
the bride had donned that gracious
gown and had surveyed herself in
the mirror. “How happy she must
have been.” Then the final shudder
ing catastrophe.
Sophy arrived at this moment,
and Jane told her about it. “She’ll
never dare trust anybody, will
she?”
"Yo’ kain’t ever tell whut a wom
an will do, Miss Janey. Effen she a
trustin’ nature, she’ll trus’ and trus’,
and effen she ain’ a trustin’ nature,
she won’t trus’ nohow.”
“But what do you suppose made
him do it?”
"Nobody knows whut a man's
gwine do, w’en it comes to gittin’
married.”
“But to leave her like that, Sophy,
i should think she'd die.”
“EfTen the good Lord let women
die w'en men ceived them,” Sophy
proclaimed with a chuckle, “dere
wouldn't be a female lef w’en the
trump sounded.” Her tray was piled
high with dishes, as she stood in the
dining-room door. “Does you-all
want rice puddin’ fo’ dinnah, Miss
Janey?”
And there the subject dropped
But Jane thought a great deal about
it as she went on with her work.
She told her sister, Julia, about
it when, late that afternoon, she
wrote her weekly letter.
“The worst of it must have been
to lose her faith in things. I’d rath
er be Jane Barnes without any love
affair than Edith Towne with a love
affair like that. Baldy told me the
other day that I am not unattrac
tive! Can’t you see him saying it?
And he doesn’t think me pretty. Per
haps I’m not. But there are mo
ments, Judy, when I like myself—!
“Baldy nearly had a fit when I
bobbed my hair. But I did it and
took the consequences, and it’s no
end comfortable. Baldy at the pres
ent moment is mid-Victorian. It is
his reaction from the war. He says
he is dead sick of flappers. That
they are all alike—and make no ap
peal to the imagination! He came
home the other night from a dance
and read Tennyson—can you fancy
that after the way he used to fling
Amy Lowell at us and Carl Sand
burg? He says he is so tired of short
skirts and knees and proposals and
cigarettes that he is going to hunt
with a gun, if he ever decides to
marry, for an Elaine or a Griselda!
But the worst of it is, he takes it
out on me! I wish you’d see the way
he censors my clothes and my man
ners, and I sit here like a prisoner
in a tower with not a man in sight
but Evans Follette, and he is just
a heartache, Judy.
Baldy has had three proposals;
he said that the first was stimulat
ing, but repetition ‘staled the inter
est’! Of course he didn’t tell me
the names of the girls. Baldy's not
a cad.
“But he is discouraged and des
perately depressed. He has such a
big talent, Judy, and he just slaves
away at that old office. He says
that after those years in France, it
seems like a cage. I sometimes
wonder what civilization is, any
how, that we clip the wings of our
young eagles. We take our boys
and shut them up, and they pant
for freedom. Is that all that life is
going to mean for Baldy—eight
hours a day—behind bars?
"Yet 1 am trying to keep him at it
until the house is paid (or. I don’t
know whether 1 am right—but it’s
all we have—and both of us love it.
He hasn’t been able lately to work
much at night, he’s dead tired. But
there’s a prize offer of a magazine
cover design, and I want hitn to
compete. He says there isn't any
use of his trying to do anything un
less he can give all of his time to it.
“Of course you’ve heard all this
before, but 1 hear it every day And
I like to talk things out. I must not
write another line, dearest. And
don’t worry. Baldy will work like
mad if the mood strikes him.
"Did l tell you that Evans Follette
and his mother are to dine with us
on Thanksgiving Day? We ought to
have six guests to make things go.
But nobody will fit in with the Fol
lettes. You know why. so 1 needn’t
explain.
“Kiss both of the babies for me.
Failing other young things, 1 am go
ing to have a Christmas tree for the
kitten. It’s a gay life, darling.
“Ever your own,
“Jane.”
The darkness had come by the
time she had finished her letter.
She changed her frock for a thin
ner one, wrapped herself in an old
cape of orange-hued cloth, and went
out to lock up her chickens. She
had fed them before she wrote her
letter,' but she always took this
last look to be sure they were safe.
The shed where the chickens were
kept was back of the garage. When
Jane opened the door, her old Per
sian cat, Merrymaid, came out to
her, and a puff-ball of a kitten.
Jane snapped on the lights in the
chicken-house and the biddies
stirred. When she snapped them
off again, she heard them settle
back to sheltered slumber.
The kitten danced ahead of her,
and the old cat danced too, as the
wind whirled her great tail about.
"We won’t go in the bouse—we
won’t go in the house,” said Jane,
in a sort of conversational chant,
as the pussies followed her down a
path which led through the pines.
She often walked at this hour—and
she loved it best on nights like this.
She felt poignantly the beauty of
it—the dark pines and the little
moon above them—the tug of the
wind at her cloak like a riotous play
mate.
Baldy was not the only poet in
the family, but Jane’s love of beauty
was inarticulate. She would never
be able to write it on paper or
draw it with a pencil.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Trend of Big Game Population On Increase
Startling comparisons between
human and aninjal populations are
revealed in an analysis by the
American Wildlife Institute of a big
game inventory by the United
States Biological survey.
“There are 874,000 deer in Michi
gan alone,” points out Stanley T.
Boggess, who made the analysis for
the institute. “There are 15 states
in the Union which have fewer than
this number of human beings.”
In general it is noted the entire
trend of the big population is on
the upswing. It would be difficult
to say just how many years it has
been since the big game population
of any given state exceeded the
number of human beings in the
same area.
The state which comes nearest
this is Nevada. Nevada’s 91,000
people outnumber the big game re
ported in that state only by about
3 to 2. The five species of big game
animals resident in Nevada totals
60,875.
The state which comes nearest
the proportions indicated by these
figures is Wyoming. In that state
nine big game species total more
than 125,923. This figure represents
a sum equal to more than half of
Wyoming’s reported population.
Only two of the 48 states are with
out deer, according to this report.
A revelation which will be aston
ishing to some, outside of Pennsyl
vania, is that the Keystone state,
the second most populous in the
union, also ranks second in deer
population with 700,093 reported.
California leads the western states
with 435,555 deer. The deer com
prise more than four-fifths of the
big game of America, outnumber
ing in population the great city of
Chicago.
In all, there are 5,160,605 big
game animals in America, or less
than one to every 25 persons re
corded in the last census.
When one harks back to the mil
lions of head of big game which
roamed the country 100 years ago,
these figures are but an insignificant
remnant. It is possible the ante
lope and bison alone reached a fig
ure over 100,000,000.
Of the 15 species enumerated in
the census only the deer seemed to
have recovered to a figure appre
ciably near their original abund
ance. Some of the species, notably
the big horn sheep, are still on the
decline.
THE
DIM LANTERN
Little Jane Barnes held the key to happiness for four young people. Loved
by two men, idealistic Evans Follette, to whom she is a guiding light in the
gloom of despondency, and Frederick Towne, wealthy, domineering man
about-town, she is forced to make her decision. Through her choice four
love stories unwind to happiness.
"The Dim Lantern" is one of Temple Bailey’s greatest stories—one that
will claim your interest from the first chapter to the end.
BEGINS TODAY • • • SERIALLY IN THIS PAPER
Sheer Fabrics, Lace, Color,
Varied Headdress for Bride
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
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FJRTUNATE Indeed is the bride
to-be who is planning a lovely
spring wedding, in that fashion is
not setting down arbitrary rules m
the matter of bridal array but rath
er is encouraging fancy-free indi
vidual choices.
This departure from stereotyped
traditional dress tB particularly evi
denced in the matter of color. The
prospective bride who has secretly
cherished the idea of an eye-appeal
ing subtle tint for her nuptial gown
and veil instead of traditional white,
will have the joy of finding that
dreams do come true.
A very successful color technique
on the part of designers robes the
bride and her maids in the same
color or, as the case may be. In
different Intensity of the same color.
A suggestion along this line is pale
pink satin for the wedding gown
with bridesmaids’ bouffant dresses
of sheerest net in a trifle deeper
tone. The bride either wears white
orchids or carries roses in the pink
of her gown, while the attendants’
flowers are of deeper hue.
j Plaids
?
Among the \
definite im
pressions con
veyed by ap
parel collec
tions in lead
in a Aniitnrior
salons is that ot the importance ot
handsome plaid wools made up into
stunning topcoats or jackets. Paris
designers especially favor huge
plaids. Per example. Creed designs
a multi-color plaid coat with very
unusual pockets to replace the hand
| bag as you see here pictured. The
tailored sailor by Rose Valois tunes
smartly to the chic of this handsome
coat. If it Is a jacket suit that claims
your interest consider it in terms of
a handsome plaid woo) as pictured
' at the top. This costume, also a
Creed model, achieves perfect en
1 sembling via a multi-colored jacket,
a blue pleated skirt and a dark red
silk blouse.
“
Victorian Hair-Dos
Bring New Bonnets
With the revival of Victorian hair
dos there comes a group of bonnets
including an open or cabriolet style
often trimmed with plain taffeta rib
bons, with matching gloves; small
er shapes covering the top of the
bead and tied under the chin,
trimmed with . eils having embroid
ered borders; and coal-scuttle bon
nets jutting forward, in fine straws
or white pique.
As to the styling of the gowns,
sentiment runs high in favor of full
skirted types with quaint, fitted bod
ices or hiplength basque effects.
There is a pronounced flair this
spring for exquisitely sheer weaves
for both bride and maids, such as
marquisette, mousseline de soie. or
nets of sheerest type.
As to lace for the wedding gown
it is ever a favorite the more sc
this spring in that enthusiasm for
lace is so general throughout ali
fashiondom. The gown pictured fits
into the springtime wedding scene
with queenly grace. Its artful soft
styling brings skirt fullness to the
front in latest approved manner. Its
form-fitting midriff accents a slen
der waistline as is required of fash
ions today. The heart-shaped neck
line and the high shouldered full
at-top long fitted sleeves are signifl
cant styling details.
No matter how entrancing Her
gown, a bride fails at looking her
prettiest if her headdress and veil
do not flatter. Here again is fash
ion indulgent to the spring bride, In
that the new fantasies of tulle and
flowers and lace include every pos
sible type, suited to every Individu
ality. Best of all. in the modern way
of doing things there is no fuss or
flurry at the last moment to get the
veil pinned into shape by nervous
unskilled fingers, for that has been
taken care of In advance by spe
cialists. All that is required of the
bride-to-be is to take her milliner
into confidence long before the hap
py day or the consulting adviser in
the wedding bureau where you are
supposed to come : rid ask questions,
as established nowadays in all high
class establishments. If it is a pe
riod type, or a youthful ingenue
headdress, or a stately coronet, if it
be a simple inexpensive piece or a
most elaborate one let your needs
be known and by some magic, it's
there before your very eyes.
The various types of neaddress
shown in the little inset pictures
are typical new trends such as are
available in shops and specialty de
partments that cater to seekers of
bridal array.
e Western Newspaper Union.
Gypsy Dress Late
Caprice of Fashion
Stripes and plaids in taffeta, in
silk crepe, in printed linens, in thin
wools, in glamorous cottons are sell
ing as fast as the yards and yards
it requires for a full-at-the-hem skirt
can be measured off. These skirts
are usually gathered in peasant
wise at the waistline. To be sure
a blouse is inevitable and what a
story of charm and romance the
new blouses do tell! Together skirt
and blouse are providing the big
sensation in the spring pageantry
of fashion.
Beige Suits Spiked
With Vivid Shades
Paris dressmaker strategy with
beige suits is to dose them a-plenty
with vivid color, such as red,
splashy printed stuff, or gaudy pink
and such pastels. The color comes
in the blouse, hat. gloves, and other
details.
Or they put a beige jacket with a
brown or black skirt, and throw in
a brilliant blouse and accessories in
a third color.
Effective Trim
To trim an evening dress, nothing
could be more effective than inser
tions of appliques of white lace that
is studded with rhinestones at spar
ing intervals.
Plant Seeds Carefully
\\/HEN vegetable and flower
’ * seeds purchased from repu
table firms do not germinate as
they should, it is safe to assume
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planted properly.
Therefore, it is of greatest im
portance to plant seeds according
to directions on the packets. Ex
tremely small seeds must be cov
ered only lightly with soil, accord
ing to Harold N. Coulter, vegeta
ble expert.
The will to grow is strong in
seeds, but they have their limita
tions. To plant a tiny seed, like
the petunia, under an inch of soil
is like burying a man under a 20
story building and asking him to
push it away.
Heavier, larger seeds, of course,
may be planted deeper. Beans
and cucumbers may be covered
with three-quarters of an inch to
a full inch of soil. Peas and corn
sprout vigorously and may be
planted from an inch to an inch
and one-half deep.
Many successful home garden
ers actually cover peas and com
with an extra half-inch of soil aft
er they begin to push through.
This protects them from birds,
and also helps keep weeds down.
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Ancients Used Steam
Long before the birth of Christ,
the Egyptians recognized and
made use of steam power. Egyp
tian priests frequently made use
of steam or of hot air currents
generated from heated water, to
perform “miracles.” Egyptolo
gists investigating the miracle of
the famous Colossi of Memnon at
Luxor recently discovered a small
pipe organ which emitted a pe
culiar whistle on sunny days. This
was hidden in the monument and
was operated by the hot air cur
rents generated from a secret pool
of water, when heated by the sun.
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