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CHAPTER XVI—Continued
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It was on the way home that
Jane had said to Baldy: "I feel like
a selfish pig.”
“Why, my dear?”
"To take your precious prize be
fore it is cold. It doesn’t seem
right.”
“It isn’t a question of right or
wrong. If things turn out with these
new people as I hope. I’ll be paint
ing like mad for the next two
months. And you’ll have your work
cut out for you as my model. They
like you, Jane. They said so.”
He had driven on steadily for a
time, and had then said. “I never
wanted you to marry him.”
“Why not, Baldy?”
He turned his lighted-up eyes upon
her. “Janey—I wanted you to have
your—dreams—”
She had laid her hand on his arm
in a swift caress. “You’re a dar
ling—” and after a while, "Nothing
can take us from each other, ever,
Baldy.”
Never had they drawn closer in
spirit than at this moment But
they said very little about it When
they came to the house, Baldy went
at once to the garage. "I’ll answer
that letter, and put in a good after
noon looking over my sketches.” He
did not tell her how gray the day
stretched ahead of ^jim—that golden
day which had started with high
hopes.
jane cnangea 10 a loose siraigni
frock of orange cotton, and without a
hat, feeling actual physical freedom
in the breaking of her bonds, she
swung along the path to the little
grove. It was aromatic with the
warm scent of the pines, and there
was a cool shade in the heart of it.
Jane had brought a bag of stock
ings to mend, and sat down to her
homely task, smiling a little as she
thought of the contrast between this
afternoon and yesterday, when she
had sat on the rim of the fountain
and watched Adelaide and the pea
cock. She had no feeling of rancor
against Adelaide. She was aware
only of a great thankfulness.
She was, indeed, at the moment,
steeped in divine content. Here was
the place where she belonged. She
had a sense of blissful escape.
Merrymaid came down the path,
her tail a plume. The kitten fol
lowed. A bronze butterfly floated
across their vision, and they leaped
for it—but it went above them—joy
ously towards the open blue of the
sky. The two cats gazed after it,
then composed themselves careful
ly like a pair of miniature lions—
their paws in front of them, sleepy
eyed but alert for more butterflies,
or for Jane’s busy thread.
And it was thus that Towne found
her. Convinced that the house was
empty, he had started towards
Baldy’s studio. Then down the vis
ta of the pine grove, his eye had
been caught by a spot of golden
color. He had followed it.
She laid down her work and looked
up at him. "You shouldn’t have
come.”
"My dear child, why not? Jane,
you are making mountains ol
molehills.”
“I’m not.”
He sat down beside her. The little
cats drew away, doubtful. "It was
natural that you should have resent
ed it. And a thing like that isn’t
easy for a man to explain. Without
seeming a—cad—”
“There isn’t anything to explain.”
“But there is. I have made you
unhappy, and I’m sorry.”
She shook her head, and spoke
thoughtfully. “I think I am—happy.
Mr. Towne, your world isn’t my
world. I like simple things and
pleasant things, and honest things.
And I like a One-Woman man. Mr.
Towne.’’
He tried to laugh. "You are jeal
ous.”
"No." she said, quietly, “it isn’t
that, although men like you think
It is. A woman who has self-re
spect must know her husband has
her respect. Her heart must rest
in him.”
He spoke slowly. "I’ll admit that
I’ve philandered a lot. But I’ve nev
er wanted to marry anyone but you.
I can promise you my future.”
“I’m sorry. But even if last night
had never been—I think I should
have—given you up. I had begun
to feel that I didn’t love you. That
out there in Chicago you swept me
off my feet. Mr. Towne, I am sor
ry. And I am grateful. For all
your kindness—’’ She flushed
and went on, “You know, of course,
that I shan’t be happy until—I don't
owe you anything ...”
He laid his hand on hers. "I wish
you wouldn’t speak of it It was
nothing.”
“It was a great deal.”
He looked down at her, slender
and young and infinitely desirable.
“You needn’t think I am going to
let you go,” he said.
“I’m afraid—you must—”
He flamed suddenly. ‘I’m more
of a One-Woman man than you
think. If you won’t marry me, 1
won’t have anyone else. I’ll go on
alone. As for Adelaide—A woman
like that doesn’t expect much more
than I gave. That’s all I can say
about her. She means nothing to
me. seriously, and never will. She
plays the game, and so do 1, but
it’s only a game.”
He looked tired and old. "I’ll go
abroad tomorrow. When I come
back, perhaps you’ll change your
mind.”
“1 shall never change it,” she
said, ’‘never.”
He stood up. "Jane, I could make
you happy.” He held her hand as
she stood beside him.
She looked at him and knew that
ne could not. Her dreams had come
back to her—of Galahad—of Robin
Hood . . . the world of romance
had again flung wide its gates . . .
After Towne had gone she sat for
a long time thinking it over. She
blamed herself. She had broken
her promise. Yet, he, too, had bro
ken a promise.
She finished mending the stock
ings, and rolled them into compact
balls. The little cats were asleep—
the shadows were stretched out and
the sun slanted through the pines
She had dinner to get, for her re
turn had been unexpected, and So
phy had not been notified.
She might have brought to the
thought of her tasks some faint feel
ing of regret. But she had none.
She was glad to go in—to make an
omelette—and cream the potatoes—
and have hot biscuits and berries—
and honey.
Planning thus, competently, she
raised her eyes—to see coming
along the path the two boys who
had of late been Evans' close com
panions. She spoke to them as they
reached her. "Can’t you stay a
minute? I’ll make you some lem
onade."
They stopped and looked at her
in a way that startled her. “We
can’t," Arthur said; "we’re going
over to the Follettes. We thought
we might help."
She stared at them. “Help? What
do you mean?”
Sandy gasped. “Oh, didn’t you
know? Mrs. Follette died this morn
ing . . ."
Evans had found his mother at
noon, lying on the couch at the foot
of her bed. He had stayed at home
in the morning to help her, and at
ten o’clock she had gone up-stairs to
rest a bit before lunch. Old Mary
had called her, and she had not
answered. So Evans had entered
her room to find that she had slipped
away peacefully from the world in
which she exaggerated her own im
portance. It would go on without
her. She had not been neighborly
but the neighbors would nil come
and sympathize with her son. And
they would miss her, because she
had added to the community some
measure of stateliness, which they
admired even as they resented it.
Evans had tried to get Baldy on
the telephone, but could not. Jane
was at Grass Hills. He would call
up at long distance later. There
was no reason why he should spoil
for them this day of days.
So he had done the things that
had to be done in the shadowed
house. Dr. Hallam came, and oth
ers. Evans saw them and they went
away. He moved in a dream. He
had no one to share intimately his
sorrow—no sister, no brother, no
one, except his little dog, who trailer)
after him, wistful-eyed, and with
limping steps.
The full force of the thing that
had happened did not come to him
at once. He had a feeling that at
any moment his mother might sweep
in from the out-of-doors, in her white
linen and flat black hat, and sit at
the head of the table, and tell him
the news of the morning.
He had had no lunch, so old Mary
fixed a tray for him. He did not
eat, but drank some milk. Then he
and Rusty took up their restless
wandering through the silent rooms.
Old Mary, true to tradition, had
drawn all the blinds and shut many
of the windows, so that the house
was filled with a sort of golden
gloom. Evans went into his moth
er’s little office on the first floor,
and sat down at her desk. It was in
perfect order, and laid out on the
blotter was the writing paper with
the golden crest, and the box of
golden seals. And he had laughed
at her! He remembered with a pang
that they would never again laugh
together. He was alone.
He wondered why such things hap
pened. Was all of life as sinister
as this? Must one always find trag
edy at every turn of the road? He
had lost his youth, had lost Jane
And now his mother. Was every
thing to be taken away? Would there
be nothing left but strength to en
dure?
Well, God helping him, he woula
endure to the end . . .
He closed the desk gently and
went out into the darkened hall.
As he followed its length, a door
opened at the end. Black against
the brightness beyond, he saw the
two lads. They came forward with
some hesitation, but when they saw
his tired face, they forgot self
consciousness.
“We just heard. And we want to
help.” Sandy was spokesman. Ar
thur was speechless. But he caught
hold of Evans’ sleeve and looked
up at him. His eyes said what his
voice refused.
Evans, with his arms across their
shoulders, drew the boys to him
“It was good of you to come."
"Miss Barnes said,” again it was
Sandy who spoke, "that perhaps we
might get some pine from the little
grove. That your mother liked it.”
“Miss Barnes? Is she back? Does
she know?”
“We told her. She is coming right
over.”
Baldy drove Jane in his little car
As she entered she seemed to bring
the light in with her. She illumined
the house like a torch.
She walked swiftly towards Ev
ans, and held out her hand. “My
dear, I am so sorry."
“I thought you were at Grass
Hills.”
We came back unexpectedly.
“I am so glad—you came.”
He was having a bad time with his
voice. He could not go on . . .
Jane spoke to the boys. "Did you
ask him about the pine branches?
Just those, and roses from the gar
den, Evans.”
"You always think of things—”
“Baldy will take the boys to the
grove, and do any errands you may
have for him.” She was her calm
and competent self—letting him get
control of his emotion while she di
rected others.
Baldy, coming in, wrung Evans’
hand. “The boys and I will get the
pine, and Edith Towne is coming
out to help. I called her up to tell
her—”
Baldy stopped at that. He could
not speak here of the glory that
encompassed him. He had said, "If
death should come to us, Edith?
Does anything else count?” And she
had said, "Nothing.” And now she
was coming and they would pick
roses together in the garden. And
love and life would minister to a
greater mystery . . .
I
When Baldy and the ooys nad
gone, Jane and Evans opened the
windows and pulled up the shades.
The house was filled with clear light,
and was cool in the breeze.
When they had finished, Jane said,
"That’s all, I think. We can rest a
bit. And presently it will be time
tor dinner.”
"I don’t want any dinner.”
They were in the library. Out
side was an amethyst twilight, with
a young moon low in the sky. Evans
and Jane stood by the window, look
ing out. and Jane asked in a hushed
voice, "You don’t want any dinner
because she won’t be at the other
end ot the table?”
“Yes.” His face was turned from
her. His hands were clinched. His
throat was dry. For a moment he
wished he were alone that he might
weep for his mother.
And then Jane said, "Let me sit
at the other end of your table.”
He turned back to her, and saw
her eyes, and what he saw made
him reach out blindly for her hand
sympathy, tenderness—a womanly
brooding tenderness.
"Oh, Evans. Evans,” she said, "I
am not going to marry Frederick
Towne.”
"Why not?” thickly.
"I don’t love him."
“Do you love me, Jane?”
She nodded and could not speak.
They clung together. He wept and
was not ashamed of it.
And standing there, with his head
against her breast, Jane knew that
she had found the best. Marriage
was not a thing of luxury and soft
living, of flaming moments of wild
emotion. It was a thing of hard
ness shared, of spirit meeting spirit,
of dream matching dream. Jane,
that afternoon, had caught her
breath as she had come into the
darkened hall, and had seen Evans
standing between those slender lads.
So some day, perhaps, in this old
house—his sons!
THE END.
Scrawls Reveal Ancient Man Real ‘Doodler*
Ancient man was a “doodler” de
luxe—and his idle scribblings on
cliff walls still perplex many lay
men and scientists, according to the
Smithsonian Institution.
Dr. Julian H. Steward of the in
stitution’s bureau of American eth
nology reported that the bureau re
ceives a steady stream of inquiries
about carvings and paintings on
cliffs and boulders.
Various lay and scientific theories
contend the drawings are part of a
lost Indian language, fragments of
the European alphabet brought to
America by pre-Columbian North
men, or cryptograms giving direc
tions to buried treasure.
Steward, after extensive study of
petroglyphs, reported that many of
the crude pictures and geometric
designs were fraudulent.
He said an even larger portion of
the genuine ancient drawings, how
ever, represent "idle scratching,”
an early form of “doodling.”
Supporting his “idle scribbling,”
theory, Steward said:
"In view of the great trouble
which white men frequently take to
deface rocks and trees with names
and initials, especially where other
persons have done so before them,
it would be foolish to suppose that
the motives of the prehistoric In
dians were not sometimes equallj
trivial.
“It is a safe guess that a large
number of petroglyphs were pro
duced by persons amusing them
selves during dull hours.”
He said other drawings represent
religious objects, portray events, or
give directions, not to buried treas
ure, however, because "North
American aboriginals attached no
value whatsoever to our conception
of ‘treasure.’
“It is easy enough with a little
imagination,” Steward said, “to de
tect forms of European letters in
petroglyphs. It would be remark
able if there were not such coinci
dences.
“On the whole, however, the sub
ject is worthy of comprehensive
study. I urge persons running across
such rock drawings to photograph
them, if possible. What is without
meaning now may fit into a com
prehensive pattern later.”
More Women as Mediums
Women constitute 80 per cent of
all the spiritualistic mediums, for
tune tellers and crystal gazers in
the United States, says Collier’*
Weekly.
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MARTHA OSTENSO
AUTUMN DEAN, daughter of Jarvis Dean, British
Columbia rancher, returns home from England only
to find her father greatly changed. He welcomes her,
but gives her to understand that she must not expect
to stay.
• The flame of old friendship is kindled into love
when Autumn meets Bruce Landor, a childhood
companion and protector. Then happiness seems
lost when Jarvis Dean warns Autumn that she can
not marry Bruce. She is stunned when he tells her
the reason. One thing seems destined to keep her
from the man she loves.
“Prologue to Love” is the story of two young
people kept apart by family hatred and a resurrected
past. It is one of the truly great love stories of mod*
ern times—one you’ll enjoy thoroughly.
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Miss College Girl Is Engaging
Attention of Fashion Designers
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
IT’S no secret as to who has been
chosen to play the part of lead
ing lady on the stage of fashion
during the early fall days—College
Girl is her name. To this impor
tant personage all fashiondom is
paying homage at the present mo
ment On every side you are re
minded that the idea is motivat
ing to cater to the whims and ward
robe needs of the girl who is going
away to school.
The style program arranged for
Miss College Girl and her younger
schoolgirl sister fairly teems with
excitement. For instance, there is
the new bustle dress. The idea has
taken the collegiate set by storm.
The quaint bustle dresses that
grandmothers galavanted in as girls
in the ’8O3 are actually proving
inspiration for frocks that the mod
em girl will wear this fall.
The highpoints of these oldtime
silhouettes are being revived such
as waistlines of vanishing inches,
slim corseted midriffs and wide
back-swirling skirts interpreted in
novel bustle treatments but modified
so cleverly they are made thorough
ly practical and wearable for this
day and age. Then there is the new
vogue that calls for a velvet or vel
veteen jacket worn with a gay plaid
ed wool skirt or a contrasting or
matched solid color as fancy dic
tates. The decided military air that
the new fashions take on is also a
big factor in the new mode and
most outstanding of all is the im
portance attached to fine materials.
These and other significant style
trends were revealed at their glam
orous best in an advance fall fash
ion revue staged by the Style Crea
tors of Chicago. The three models
pictured were especially applauded
by the audience of visiting mer
chants as fashions that are repre
sentative of what the up-to-date
fashion-alert girl will be selecting
for her going-away-to-school ward
robe.
The clever little date frock of
shepherd check velveteen shown to
the left in the group is sure to enjoy
a gay campus career. Its cunning
tunic bustleback and its full circu
lar-cut skirt gives it swank and dis
tinction such as collegiate fashion
ables demand. Its red suede belt
supplies a fetching dash of color.
Approval for the new bustle-back
dresses is assured for being inter
preted in simple words, bustle-back
is merely a way of saying ‘‘back
fullness” achieved in ingenious
ways that are conservative and
wearable without being overdone.
The suit to the right is very style
revealing, stressing as it does the
continued triumph in the mode of
richly colorful striped woolens. The
stripes, the plaids and the mar
velous artistry with which designers
combine them with monotones in re
lated tone simply hold one spell
bound. The gorgeous striped wool
that fashions the costume suit keys
to the smartest fall colors, harmo
nizing vibrant greens with luscious
blackberry tones. The skirt is all
around pleated. The boxy jacket
tops an emerald green velvet blouse
closing with novel key-and-keyhole
ornaments. An oversize quill tops
the moss green sailor hat.
You may expect to see gay irnie
velvet jackets dotted all over the
college campus. The girl centered
in the picture wears a snug black
velveteen jacket quite military look
ing as so many of the newer fash
ions are, with a plaid pleated skirt
that introduces an artful blend of
grape, pink and yellow tones, cli
maxed with a sweater in warm yel
low hues. Juniors, likewise college
sophisticates, simply dote on the
new plaids and stripes. A Scotch
cap of black velvet with satin rib
bon streamer, together with the
plaid carries the message that fash
ions for young folks have gone very
Scotch this season.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
High Color Tweed
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Here is a smart version of the
costume suit that combines plain
woolen with gay tweed. The fitted
jacket is of yellow and black tweed
in a diagonal weave. Yellow and
gold tones are held in high favor
according to what is showing in ad
vance Paris collections. The cos
tume includes a jacket, swagger
coat and skirt. This idea of both
jacket and topcoat done in matching
color scheme is very practical. The
saucer brim hat is of black felt.
I Offers Solution
For One Problem
For many women, the most try
ing coat length of recent inspira
tion is the rather popular just-be
low-the-waist length that nips in at
the midriff and hugs the hips.
It is a good style for a slender
woman with a streamlined figure
and is being shown in any number
of varieties, of which one of the
most popular is a monotone wool
jacket worn over a gay print dress.
But the problem is not so simple
for those who border on plumpness.
One suggestion is that the slightly
swallow-tail version deals more
kindly with the heavy woman.
Two-Skirt Outfit
Real Money-Saver
A money-saver for the bride con
sists of a two-skirt suit of very sheer
wool or crepe, designed with a suave
fitted jacket. The street-length skirt
can be worn with the jacket and
printed crepe or organdy blouses to
make a smart runabout costume by
day.
A floor-length skirt of the same
material, combined with the jacket
and a sheer chiffon blouse make a
chic dinner costume for boat and
hotel wear in the evening.
New Coat Silhouettes
Coats are no longer a simple mat
ter of straight boxy lines or fitted
and flared effects, for Parisian de
signers are showing intricate details
of cut and design in their most re
cent collections.
These Smart Patterns
Look Ahead to Fall
DO YOU take a woman’s size?
Then here is a lovely dress
for you, (1799) youthful yet sophis
ticated, with clever bodice de
tailing, to create a round-bosomed
effect, and a paneled skirt that
makes your hips look narrow. It’s
a perfect style for luncheons and
club affairs, yet not too dressy for
street and shopping wear, too.
Flat crepe, thin wool and rayon
jersey are smart materials for
this.
Princess Lines and Shirring.
Business and college girls will
like the slim lines and simplicity
of this very attractive dress
(1780), with princess skirt cut
high in the front, shirred shoul
ders, and flaring revers that
frame your face becomingly. For
this, choose flat crepe, taffeta or
thin wool, with revers in white or
a pastel tint.
The Patterns.
No. 1799 is designed for sizes 32,
34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, and 46. Size
34 requires 5% yards of 39 inch
material. Vi yard of lace for
vestee.
No. 1780 is designed for sizes 12,
14, 16, 18, 20, and 40. Size 14 re
quires 5 yards of 39 inch material;
Vi yard contrasting.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1324,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
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