The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, March 19, 1942, Image 3

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    SYNOPSIS
THE STORY SO FAR: Bruce Har
court, Alaska engineer, finds a satin slip
per on Fifth avenue and on answering
an ad learns it belongs to Janice Trent,
■ister of a college chum. Janice quar
reled with her fiance, rich Ned Paxton,
a gay blade, dropping her slipper as she
tried to leave his auto. Impulsively
Bruce asks her not to marry Ned. Har
court returns to Alaska, saves a bridge
from collapsing. Hale, chief engineer,
had blundered. This and other failures
led to his dismissal. Bruce is made chief.
The eamp has a new secretary, Jimmy
Delevan, hired by Tubby Grant, Bruce’s
assistant. Jimmy seems a tubercular
youth who keeps out of sight as much
as possible. Bruce had never seen him
when one day he walked into the cabin of
the Samp sisters, who run the Waffle
Shop, and discovers the youth Is Jan
ice. She is asleep In a chair. Martha
shows him a newspaper which arrived
that day. It tells of Janice disappearing
four days before her wedding.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER IV
“Has she seen that paper?” asked
Harcourt.
“No,” replied Martha.
“That helps. Be sure that no one
else sees it. Burn it. A useless pre
caution. Others like it, doubtless,
have come in this mail. I must go
to the office. You haven’t told me
yet why you sent for me, Miss Mar
tha.”
“I want another room built on the
cabin for her. She’s brought all her
handsome wedding things, sheets
and pillow slips made of pink crepe.
Mary’s near gone out of her mind
over it all. She loves pretties. If
the girl is goin’ to stay she ought to
have a cabin hitched on to ours.”
“I’ll talk with you about that later.
I’m due now at the office. So is—is
Jimmy Delevan, but tell him not
to come. Grant must take the
notes.”
His mind was in a turmoil. Should
he let Janice stay? He must get in
touch with her brother. Billy
couldn't have known that she was
coming.
Pasca, his part Indian, part Eski
mo servant, who filled the dual role
of house-boy and mechanic, was
shuffling about the cabin living-room
when he entered for his papers.
“We all mighty glad you big boss
now, yes sirree.”
“Thank you. Don’t put on any
more wood. You’ll have me roasted
alive.”
“Cold later. I know these coun
try. Much number cold nights. But,
I do what you say." He lingered.
“What is it? Got something on
your mind?”
The man’s confirmatory grunt
deepened the two little lines be
tween Harcourt’s brows.
“I got Kadyama on mind.”
“What’s the matter with him?
Doesn't he like helping at the Waf
fle Shop after his regular work?
Want more money?”
Pasca’s dark eyes narrowed to
glinting slits in his heavy face. “No
sirree. He lak helpin’ Mees Samp
seesters, much good eats. He t’ink
he marry on Tatima. He big chief’s
son. One day Meester Hale tell her
she fine gal—Mees Hale off in Se
attle—pay her plenty money to keep
hees cabin clean. Tatima lak mon
ey. She lak beads an’ gold nug
gets. Now she tell Kadyama, ‘Who,
me, marry on Indian! No sirree! I
lak gol’-hair men.’ An’ he say, he
get Hale some day. You big boss
now. You do somet’ing to mak Ta
tima lak heem. Save much trou
ble.”
Harcourt’s lips tightened as he
looked up into the earnest face.
Another complication.
“Tell Kadyama to take it easy,
Pasca. Hale goes out on the boat
day after tomorrow. He’ll never
come back.”
The man’s expression lightened.
‘‘He go day after tomorrer, you say?
I tell Kadyama, yes sirree. He
t’ink Tatima under spell. Says black
cat—black debbil. T’ings happen aft
er he come. Bad! Bad! Bad! He
keel him, sometam, p’raps.”
He shuffled out. Harcourt looked
after him in consternation. He had
known that the native laborers re
garded the black cat askance, but
he hadn’t realized that Blot was
looked upon with superstition. Bet
ter suggest to the Samp sisters that
they keep their pet under guard.
He wondered if he were as color
less as he felt, as later he faced
the men of the outfit, the consulting
engineers, the heads of divisions.
“What the dickens has Janice
done to her hair? I thought it was
brown,” he caught himself wonder
ing before he directed curtly:
"Take the minutes of the meeting,
Grant.”
“But, my secretary—”
“Isn’t coming.” He was conscious
of Tubby’s grunt of surprise.
As in a haze he read instructions
and outlined plans from the data fur
nished by the authorities.
Later, in the living-room of his
cabin, he slipped into a brocaded
lounging-robe, crimson as a Har
vard banner, girdled like a monk’s
frock. His taut nerves relaxed as
he felt its softness.
“You should see the fighting line
of your mouth,” Janice had said
that night in New York.
“The present complication won’t
soften it any, Jan,” he thought.
Tubby Grant slammed in.
“What's the big idea cutting out
my secretary tonight?” His green
ish eyes were indignant, his voice
aggrieved.
Pasea said: “He keel him, sometam, p’raps.”
“Delevan! Do you know who Dele
van is?”
For an instant the guarded eyes of
the two men met. Grant grinned
sheepishly.
“I'm not dumb if I am fat.”
“No, and no use bristling like a
turkey-cock, Tubby. My mind’s
made up. I’ll send her back to Se
attle.”
“Ba-gosh! Don't.” The plea was a
wail. “Think of the time we had
finding a secretary. And she’s good.
Did Martha Samp show you that
paper?”
“She did.”
“It's up to us to shield the girl.
Why send her back to the man she
ran away from?”
“Shield her? Of course—but how?
It’s a tricky situation. Tell Del
evan to stay in the Samp cabin
till I see—her—him tomorrow. Good
night.”
Harcourt stood at the open door
watching Grant’s stubby figure till
it melted into the dusk. What ought
he to do? There were two al
ternatives. Send her back, or ack
nowledge to the men that she had
been sent under false pretenses and
have her appear as a girl.
“Good morning, Bruce!”
With a barely repressed exclama
tion of annoyance, Harcourt returned
the greeting of the woman who
smiled at him from the office door.
She was small and slender.
“It’s great to see you back again,
Mrs. Hale.”
Color flooded the thin face. “Mrs.
Hale! Why this sudden assumption
of ceremony, Mr. Harcourt?"
He laughed. "Business for busi
ness hours. I picked up that slogan
when I was in the States.”
Remembering Hale’s ugly thrust,
“Home - breaker!" uncomfortable,
feeling like a cad, Harcourt stuck to
his guns. Could he warn the little
woman without seeming a conceited
fool?
“Come out, Millicent. I want to
talk to you.” As they stood in the
strong, warm sunshine outside the
door, he regretted gravely:
“I’m sorry about Hale’s demotion.
He can’t have a very friendly feel
ing toward me. You’d better—”
She shrugged her understanding.
“Better keep away from your of
fice, you mean? Why should you be
sorry? The best man wins in the
end always, doesn’t he? I’ve felt
all that I can feel about Joe. When
he reached Seattle, I was refreshed,
rested. He was like his old self. I
had the courage to go on, but since
he heard of his demotion he has
been unbearable. I suppose I
shouldn’t have left him alone last
winter—they tell me that he was
worse than ever—but, I had reached
the stage where I couldn't endure
my life here another moment. How
ever, I shan’t be on your mind much
longer. I came to tell you that we
are going out on tomorrow’s boat,
to ask you to help. If I’d known
that he was to be sent home, I
wouldn’t have come back. I don’t
dare confide in Jimmy: he goes off
like a rocket if he thinks me un
happy. Joe says he won't go, but.
he's going. I’ve ceased being a
dumb Dora. He’s going." Her voice
rose on the last word and broke in
a sob.
“Take it easy, Millicent. Grant
and I will help you get him off. I'll
see that Jimmy keeps on the track
laying job till you get away. Per
haps when Joe is back among his
own people he’ll straighten out.”
“Do you think I fool myself? Do
you think I believe that a man who
has let himself go so far as he has
can ever come back? Oh well,
what’s the use talking about it.
You’ve been dear to me, Bruce. If
only—if only I could stay with
you.”
Her reckless suggestion sent the
blood surging to Harcourt’s fore
head.
“Millicent, you’ve heard me say
before that an engineers’ camp was
no place for women. I’m mighty
glad that you are going back to civi
lization.”
“But you like having the Samp
sisters here.”
“They are not women, they’re
ministering angels. I suspect they
are fixtures. Were I to banish them
and their waffles, I’d have a strike
on my hands. I’m going to the shop
now to discuss building another cab
[ in for them.”
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“They’ve gone maternal over Tub
by Grant's secretary, Jimmy Dele
van. Have you seen him? He’s an
effeminate little fellow.”
Harcourt with difficulty swallowed
his heart which took-off to furiously
run its engine in his throat.
“I haven’t spoken to the boy. Tub
by tells me that he’s a wow at his
job.” They started along the board
walk, Tong at their heels, toward the
Waffle Shop, connected by a cov
ered passage with the Samp cabin.
Millicent Hale stared at the snow
capped mountain with the faint cloud
of smoke hovering above it.
“I—hate to leave you here with—
with no one to look after you. Sure
you don’t want me to stay, Bruce?”
“Sure, Millicent.”
Color stole over her thin face.
With a quick drawn breath she
turned away. Harcourt pulled out
his handkerchief and wiped beads of
perspiration from his forehead. He
felt like a brute. Poor little wom
an, grasping at any hand which
would hold her from going on with
the man who had failed her. She
hadn’t meant that about staying
here with him. It was only that
she was crazed with despair. She
wouldn’t leave Joe Hale to shift for
himself, now that he’d lost his job,
any more than she would desert a
sick child. His knock on the door
of the Samp cabin was grimly im
perative.
“Come in.”
He closed the door behind him,
backed against it as he regarded
Janice Trent, alias Jimmy Dele
van. The soft yellow mustache had
been discarded. Eyes like velvety
bronze pansies met his defiantly as
the girl demanded in a voice forced
to bravado pitch:
“What—what are you going to do
with me?”
In the wall mirror he caught a
glimpse of his face. It was white,
his eyes were blazing. It was no
part of his plan to terrify her to
death. His attempt at a laugh was
a grim failure.
“Why did you come?”
“Suspended sentence? Prisoner to
be allowed to be heard in her own
defense?”
He took a quick step forward.
“Cut out the sarcasm, Jan. Sit down
and listen to me.” As she snuggled
into the enfolding wings of the big
chair the black cat touched her hair
with a velvet paw.
“Let’s not start out as though we
were about to fight and die over
this. Why did you come here in dis
guise?”
The girl locked and interlocked
her fingers. “Now that your voice
and eyes are human, not like those
of a tiger about to spring, I’ll tell
you. Remember the evening you
returned my slipper? I had already
broken my engagement to Ned Pax
ton. Early that morning, when he
was taking me home from a pre- j
nuptial celebration, I demanded the
truth of a story which Billy had
heard—that two nights before he
had wined and dined some notori- |
ous show-women in a near-by city. I
He was insufferably flippant in his
answer. Insultingly sure of me. I
pushed open the roadster door to j
jump. He pulled me back, but not j
my slipper. Then he tried to cajole
me into a forgiving mood.”
“You didn’t forgive him?”
“No. I returned his ring. He ;
laughed. Said that with the mar
riage but a few days ahead I
wouldn’t have the nerve to break it
off. Assured me in his caressing
voice that I was the only girl he
had ever asked to marry him. He
tried to make me understand that
the man who played round with
other women was an entirely dif
ferent self from the one who loved
me, that his pursuit of the good
and beautiful in me was to his cred
it. He was almost convincing, but
not quite. I told him that not being
Reno-minded the double personality
argument left me cold. That I
would cancel my part of the wedding
preparations, he must take care of
his. That night, just after you en
tered the house, he called me on
the phone to inform me that he |
hadn’t given me up. that he was \
sorry that he had pulled rough stuff
in the roadster—Ned can be appeal
ingly sorry; it’s one of his charms—
that he would see me later in the ;
evening, he had pearls for me.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
By VIRGINIA VALE
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
FOUR soldiers from the mid
dle west got the thrill of a
lifetime recently. Claire Tre
vor, who’d been working late
at Paramount on “The Black
Curtain,” was driving to a
Hollywood cafe for dinner
when she saw them trying to
thumb a ride. She stopped
and asked them if they’d have
dinner with her. There were no in
troductions. In the middle of the
meal one of them suddenly ex
claimed, “Gosh, I know you—you're
Claire Trevor!" Resultant casual
ties, one glass of water, spilled; two
cups of coffee, dropped. Cause,
amazement of fellow guests.
-*
Claudette Colbert’s slated to play
another of those beautiful, brisk
newspaper women that we see so
often on the screen and so rarely in
CLAUDETTE COLBERT
real life. She’ll do it in “No Time
for Love.” Fred McMurray, the
hero, plays a sand hog, who works
on a tunnel project under the Hudson.
-*
We’re told officially that Jean
Parker, now playing in “Hello An
napolis," has just planted the larg
est one-girl victory garden in Holly
wood-half an acre, all vegetables,
which she’s taking care of entirely
by herself. Anybody who’s ever tak
en care of a vegetable garden knows
that either her screen career or the
tomatoes and beans is going to be
sadly neglected.
-*
“Klondike Kate,” who’s in Holly
wood to select an actress to portray
her in the Columbia story based on
her life, gave the same final test to
all candidates, including Evelyn
Keyes, Jinx Falkenburg and Shirley
Patterson—had each roll a cigarette.
Jonathan Hale, who plays a bit in
“Joe Smith, American,” is a great
grand-nephew of Nathan Hale—
plays the part of a foreign agent
who beats up a man who’s inspired
by Nathan Hale’s words, “I regret
that I have but one life to give for
my country.”
-*
Joan Fontaine better get ready for
the biggest year of her screen ca
reer, now that she’s won the Acade
my award for her work in “Suspi
cion,” whether she really wants to
go on making pictures or not. She
was sure that one of the other nomi
nees, her sister, Olivia de Havilland.
Bette Davis, Greer Garson and Bar
bara Stanwyck, would get it.
“On-the-air” habits of radio folk—
Fred Allen chews gum, swing or
ganist Milt Ilerth chews candle wax;
the Andrews Sisters squeeze each
others’ hands, Phil Baker squeezes
the golf ball that he always car
ries in his pocket. Tallulah Bank
head grips her script so hard that
afterward it shows the marks of her
finger nails on every page.
Sixteen-year-old Linda Ware post
poned her Paramount commitments
because her doctor said she'd have
to take a rest, preferably out of
town She went to New York. A
week later she'd accepted a singing
engagement at a swank night club,
was discussing the lead in a musi
cal show opposite Ray Bolger, and
had four offers for guest shots on the
air. They say the doctor’s threat
ened with apoplexy.
Bob Hawk’s Friday evening radio
program, "How'm I Doin’?,’’ is one
of Uncle Sam’s heaviest buyers of
defense stamps. The program au
thorities keep a $2,000 reseixe on
hand at all times
Two men are responsible for keep
ing actress Ann Thomas in New
York, when she had an opportunity
to join Shirley Temple in the radio
version of “Junior Miss"; they're
Mr. Ace of radio's "Easy Aces,”
(she’s his stenographer in the air
show,) and Mr. Meek of "Meet Mr.
Meek.”
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ODDS AMD ENDS—Since Fred Allen
moved his broadcasts to Sunday eve
nings he’s right back where he was
nearly ten years ago, with “Fred Allen’s
Hath Club Revue" . Kate Smith auto
graphed almost 1,000 sailors’ caps when
she appeared at the. Great Lakes U. S.
naval training station Norma Jean
Wayne was only 14 days old when she
made her screen debut as the new baby i
of the screen’s “Rlondie" series . . .
Warner Bros, has to find new leading
men for “The Hard Way” and “The
Widow Wouldn't Weep” because Jef
frey I.ynn’s in the army now . Metro’s
bought “Dragon Seed,” by Pearl S.
Buck, and will make a picture of it.
Suede Answers the Call for
Pretty but Practical Fabrics
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
THE necessities of wartime I j
economy have challenged ||
women to make very selective
choices in the way of timely and ap
propriate dress. In preparing the
new collections, those entrusted
with the responsibility of creating
clothes to meet these demands are
motivated by a desire to maintain
charm and attractiveness while al
ways keeping in mind, however, the
urgent call for practical wearabil
ity. Particularly in the matter of
materials women must buy now
with an eye to the future.
In this search for practicality plus
chic and charm, it is with the ut
most enthusiasm that designers of
note are turning to richly colorful
suede as highly desirable for
dresses, suits, coats, hats, shoes and
accessories. Arguments in favor of
suede rest not only on its attractive
ness, its subtle softness and its
ready adaptabi' y, but from the ut
terly utilitarian viewpoint there is
nothing to surpass suede and the
various leathers now so successfully
used in costume design.
To demonstrate that a complete
wardrobe of apparel done in serv
iceable, colorful, ever-flattering
suede can be made to serve for al
most every occasion in a busy wom
an’s life, we are illustrating here
with a trio of coat, dress and sports
wear fashions. Note, also, that this
group of suede apparel convincingly
demonstrates that smart clothes to
day reflect a tailored simplicity that
is nevertheless unfailingly feminine.
A graceful classic coat of suede
is shown to the left in the above
picture. It will prove an investment
that will pay big dividends in style
and will be good from one season to
.another. That’s something to be
considered in buying, now that so
large a percentage of wool and other
materials must be diverted into oth
er channels to help win the war.
Centered in the group illustrated
above is a beautifully fitted frock
done in a lovely, dusty pink suede.
Here again is reflected the charm of
simple lines and detail. This dress
has the new soft shoulder line and a
trimming of brown suede for the
belt and a touch of it at the neck.
The hat and bag are made of the
same rose shade. Brown suede
shoes and gloves complete the outfit.
Leather for sportswear always
carries a definite note of style and
charm and at the same time has no
peer when it comes to sturdy wear
ing qualities. The attractive sports
costume shown to the right in the
above picture is typical of the west
ern ranch styles that are so popular
this season. Here you see an en
semble done in three pieces, the
skirt in gold-flecked tweed, the
blouse in a plaid of the same gold
with green and white, the leather
waistcoat in green suede.
In the way of accessories, the
tiny sailors made of pastel suedes
are combined with matching suede
gloves. Just now the violet shades
are being heralded ns first in fashion
for spring. For a springlike look,
choose a pastel plaid suit with violet
tones in Its coloring. Wear with this
one of the new violet suede sailors
adorned with a generous cluster of
violets.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.I
Pine Cones
Of rayon fabric which packs eas
ily, the all-purpose resort dress illus
trated above uses Florida pine-cones
and needles for its print motif. This
winsome fashion comes in lily-white
prints on lively blue, green and car
roty tan grounds, or in the same
attractive colors on a white ground.
It has a smart peplum and fashion
ably collared low-cut V-neckline.
Wrap-Around Solves
Fastener Problem
With the scarcity of metal because
of priority rulings, the resourceful
ness of designers has again been
challenged to the point where neces
sity becomes the mother of inven
tion. All of which, in the final analy
sis, reacts to the good fortune of
fashion’s followers. For it is certain
that the current vogue for tie-it-your
self fastenings brings with it a new
and fascinating styling.
There are the new skirts that drape
to one side where they tie without
aid of a slide fastener, hooks and
eyes or button fastenings. A dou
ble duty dress is made in one piece
for casual wear. For “dress-up"
there is an extra apron effect that
you can tie on in a jiffy. Many of
the smartest coats are self-tied wrap
overs. Dlouses are fashioned, also,
with surplice fronts that tie to one
side. Some jackets and many
blouses tie in a series of little self
fabric bows down the front.
Your Gloves Cant Be
Too Colorful These Days
More color in gloves is the spring
forecast. Which means we are go
ing to wear gloves with our spring
outfits in such audacious colors
as Kelly green, bright red, purple,
cerise, vivid blue and bright pink.
Gloves also will be made of the
same print as that in your blouse,
dress or hat. The fact that novel
materials will be used for gloves
also adds to their interest.
Straw Ensemble
Novelty tie, belt and three-strand
necklace ensembles, all crocheted by
hand of synthetic straw, are made
to be worn with a related sweater.
Pretty snoods are also crocheted in
a lacy, open mesh stitch, with spe
cial attention to matching the col
ors to the peasant skirts with which
they are ensembled.
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