SYNOPSIS
THE STORY SO FAR: Janice Trent
runs away from wedding Ned Paxton,
rich, but a gay blade. Unbeknown to
Bruce Harcourt, a family friend, she be
comes secretary of an Alaska camp of
which he Is chief engineer. Mlllicent
Hale, wife of the man whom he suc
ceeded, is also attracted to him. Bruce
At first wants to send Janice back. On a
trip to the city, she encounters Paxton
and tells him she Is married to Har
court. The latter hears it and Insists on
a wedding that day. That night, after a
wedding party arranged by the Samp
sisters, elderly owners of the Waffle
8hop, Mrs. Hale breaks in on the newly
weds with the cry that her husband had
been shot dead. She also says: “If you
only had waited, Bruce.” Bruce spends
the night investigating the murder. A
Commissioner arrives to conduct an offi
cial probe. Jimmie Chester, Mrs. Hale’s
brother, who hated her husband, runs
off In a plane. Bruce and the Commis
sioner set out to find him.
Now continue with the story.
f CHAPTER XIV
A yell of horror cracked In
Bruce’s throat. He seized his rifle,
climbed down from the cockpit,
stumbling, slipping, raced toward
the man wielding a gun like a club
as a great polar bear charged at
him. Another, smaller, bleeding,
roaring horribly, was struggling up
from the ice.
Harcourt stopped. Raised his ri
fle. Fired. His gun cracked again.
Again. Both animals crumpled into
mounds of white fur. The man who
had been defending himself jumped
back, turned.
"Bruce! Bruce!”
The universe steadied. Panting,
bleeding, ashen, dripping with mois
ture, Chester stumbled forward. His
eyes were the eyes of a man who
has stared death in the face.
"Just in time! I shot—the—cub—
didn’t know there was another and
—and—” he swayed. Harcourt
caught him.
"Take it easy, Jimmy, till I can
jet you into the cockpit.”
With moans, Chester pulled him
self up.
As he climbed into the cockpit,
Chester mumbled deliriously:
"Take me—back—Chief. Crazy
stunt to—run—away. Milly heard—
me — threaten — Joe. I’ll — come
across with—”
His face contracted in pain. His
eyes closed.
• • •
Grant’s usually clear voice was
toneless. “Did you get those notes
typed?”
+ “Yes.”
He picked up the sheets Janice in
dicated. “You’re good, you are cer
tainly good. When you leave us
you’d better take a turn at the re
duction of the Public Debt.”
“Leave! What do you mean?”
“Don’t like the way this guy Pax
ton has been hanging round since
Our Hero left. He and his 170-foot
yacht, with its twin 550-horsepower
engines, make headquarters look as
bare and unlovely as a plucked
chicken. I’ll bet Bruce would be fit
to tie if he knew that bozo was
here.”
“Ned arrived before he started.”
“He did! And he went off and
left you?"
“Of what importance am I in com
parison to his job?”
“Says you.” Grant’s always rud
dy skin took on a deeper tint. £e
clearly gave her the impression that
in his opinion Harcourt was deeply
in love with her. But he quickly
changed the subject.
“I’ve just found out that Kadyama
didn’t appear at all at the squaw
dance the night Hale was shot.”
“He told the marshal that he
was there after nine.”
“He sure did. But he wasn’t.”
“Where was he?”
“That’s what I mean to find out.
You’re the only person I’ve told.
Don’t breathe a word to anyone.
The Commissioner and Harcourt
are sure that Mrs. Hale knows more
about the late unpleasantness than
she is telling. They radioed that
they would be back at headquar
* ters tomorrow. Didn’t say whether
they were bringing Chester. Get her
up to the H house for a cup of tea
this afternoon, can’t you? I’ll drop
in. Philo Vance stuff. If your for
mer fiance comes, all to the good. I
suspect that the sunshiny presence
of a multi-millionaire might help
dispel her gloom.”
As she walked the short distance
to the Samp cabin, Janice mar
shaled her memories. Where had
Pasca been the evening of what he
called the marriage-party? He had
welcomed Bruce and herself when
they landed on the flying field. She
couldn’t remember having seen him
even for a moment during the fes
tivities.
She paused abruptly on the
threshold of the Samp living-room.
Ned Paxton was beside Miss Mary
at the table from which books and
lamps had been removed to make
space for a profusion of unmounted
photographs. Martha, in the wing
chair, white-stockinged feet on a
stool, shoes on the floor beside it,
peered from behind a newspaper.
“Sakes alive, aren’t you through
work early, Janice?”
‘‘Mr. Grant closed the office early.
I had finished the work he left. I
suspect that he didn’t want to be
bothered with me. Immediately I
thought of a tea-party. Where is
JHrs. Hale?”
f /{• Martha Samp’s voice was grim.
"’She isn’t what you’d call cheerful.
“I will take you down the coast in my yacht.”
I kinder think Millicent’s goin’ to
enjoy widowhood like some folks en
joy poor health. She’s talkin an
awful lot about missin’ Joe. Now,
makin’ allowance for the shock, an
terrible unhappy with him.”
“You don’t understand folks who
aren’t hacked out of Plymouth Rock,
as you are, Martha.”
If one of the scarlet-coated Hes
sians on the hearth had slashed with
his gold saber, Janice wouldn't have
been more surprised than she was
at the younger Samp sister’s out
burst. Martha stared at her with
faded agate eyes.
“Mary Samp! What foolish talk!
Have you gone plumb crazy?”
“Crazy! I’ve just come sane. I’ve
spent over two years of the precious
few I got left cookin’ waffles up in
this wilderness, where you don’t
ever see anybody, when I might have
been seeing places, real places, an’
having clothes, real clothes. Great
things are goin’ on in the world, an’
all I know is waffles an’ then more
waffles.”
Martha Samp opened her lips.
“Mary Samp!’ Your head’s been
turned readin’ those fashion maga
zines. Foolish things.”
^‘They ain’t foolish. They’re like
fairy tales to me. When I read
'bout slim, slithery women in trail
in’ silver dresses an’ ermine capes
an’ emerald bracelets glitter-gleam
in’ on their arms, I’m them. You
an’ I are not poor. You like to pile
up money. I don’t. I’m going to
spend my half. I’ll stay here till
the last boat goes out, then I’m
through with pots and pans and
waffles.”
ane sanx dsck, visiDiy snaxing.
Her sister’s voice was as sharp as
a razor, though Janice saw the glint
of tears in her eyes.
‘‘Sakes alive, Mary Samp! I didn’t
know you had so much spunk! An’
here I’ve been layin’ awake nights
wonderin’ what would happen to you
if I died. I guess I’m not so im
portant as I thought I was. You’d
probably get on a heap sight bet
ter without me. If that’s the way
you feel, you needn’t wait for the'
last boat. Go as soon as you like.
I don’t need you.”
Paxton, who had been standing by
the mantel smoking, flung his ciga
rette into the fire. He laid his hand
on Mary Samp’s heaving shoulder.
“Call her bluff. I will take you
down the coast in my yacht. I’ll
give you the time of your life. I
will take Mrs. Hale too, if she’ll
come.”
Mary Samp wiped misty eyes with
a shaking hand. “I’d like it, Mr.
Paxton.”
Millicent Hale was seated at a
desk littered with papers when Jan
ice entered her cabin. In her black
frock she seemed passionless, re
mote, intangible as a shadow. The
fire cast rosy shadows on her skin
without warming it, flashed reflect
ed flames into the strained eyes
without lighting them. Janice felt
her color rise in the face of her
well-bred surprise.
Mrs. Hale touched her black frock.
“You are inviting me to a party?”
Her pained surprise made Jan
ice feel like a worm. “I didn’t mean
a real party. Merely a cup of tea.
I thought coming to the H hbuse for
a while might shorten the day for
you. It must seem horribly long.”
Millicent Hale’s shudder was
slight, quickly under control.
“This day is neither longer nor
harder than many other days have
been in this horrible country. Has
Bruce been heard from?”
“They radioed that they would
leave the northern camp early to
morrow. Would reach headquarters
in the afternoon.”
“Have they found Jimmy?"
“Nothing was said about Mr.
Chester. At least Mr. Grant told
me nothing.”
With a sob, relief perhaps, Milli
cent Hale laid her face on arms out
flung on the desk. Janice tried to
comfort her.
“I wish that I might help you.”
“Help!” The woman rose with a
haste which catapulted the somno
lent Pekinese to the rug. Her voice
shook with anger. “Help! You!
You’ve snatched all the good in life
there was left for me. You knew
Bruce years ago, I hear. Met him
again, ran away from the man you
were to marry, disguised yourself
as a boy, brought a trunkload of
seductive clothes and came hotfoot
after him, didn’t you?”
“And got him!”
• • *
Janice banged the door behind
her. Humiliation succeeded fury. If
moments of crisis revealed one’s
true self, she and Millicent Hale had
not shown up well under the late
passage-at-arms. Two tenement
house women fighting over a man
would have stripped down to the
same basic frenzy.
"And got him!” What would
Bruce think if he heard what she
had claimed? The question which
haunted Janice’s waking hours, in
truded on her dreams, bobbed up
again! “Was Bruce in love with Mil
licent before I came?”
As she opened the H house door
she heard a thud. Pasca, his plaid
shirt of a blinding brilliance, was
laying a log on the fire.
“Set up the card table,” she said.
“Lay the cloth and arrange the Chi
nese pewter tray the way I showed
you. Be sure that the water for the
tea has been freshly boiled. Grate
cheese on crackers and brown them,
put others together sandwich fash
ion with guava jelly and chopped
nuts."
The man’s stolid face brightened
in a childish smile. “How many
tea? One? Two? Tree?”
“Four cups. Put on your white
coat.” As she removed a faded flow
er from the bowl on the table desk
which had been full of red roses the
first time she entered the cabin,
she asked casually, “You like the
white coat, don’t you? What do you
wear when you go to dances? Feath
ers and blankets or just ordinary
clothes? Perhaps you don’t dance?
Perhaps you weren’t at the squaw
dance the night the Samp sisters
had the party for me?”
He stiffened into immobility long
before she had finished speaking.
Before he answered he shuffled
across the room, removed the em
broidered tea-cloth from the dress'
er drawer.
“I not go to dance, no sirree.
Work all time at Waffle Shop. Tell
Kadyama, ‘You help. Then I get
through much quick, then we two go
squaw-dance.' He say no. He plenty
lazy all time.” He spread the cloth
carefully and pattered into the
kitchen.
Later, seated on the spavin-legged
stool before the crooked dressing
table, Janice thoughtfully buffed her
already polished nails.
Had the party come? Janice flung
open the door in response to a knock.
Her smiling lips stiffened. Ned Pax
ton. Alone. She feigned enthusi
asm.
“Come in. Where are the others?”
‘‘Coming. I'm the vanguard. As
the relations between the Samp sis
ters seemed a little strained, I left
them to fight it out.” Back to the
fire, he lighted a cigarette. Janice
was conscious of his critical scruti
ny of the room as he inhaled and
exhaled a long breath of smoke.
His cynical eyes came back to her
in the fan-back chair.
‘‘So you chose this in preference
to what I could give you?”
His amused incredulity stung her.
She struggled to keep her voice as
lightly contemptuous as his.
“But, you see, I didn’t have to
take you with it.”
“ ‘Touche!’ Score one for you.”
Janice asked with honest curiosi
ty:
“Why did you want to marry me,
Ned? I am different in all my tastes
from the girls with whom you play
round.”
He frowned as he regarded her
with appraising eyes. “You’d be
surprised if you knew how many
times I have asked myself that ques
tion. I went out of my way to meet
you. I was curious. I had# heard
that in spite of the fact that you
neither smoked, drank, gambled nor
petted, men hung round you in smit
ten swarms, that you had more
friends than any girl in your set. I
didn’t believe it, but I fell for you
like all the rest.”
“Smoking for some inexplicable
reason makes me dizzy and cutting
out the whoopee stuff was no virtue
in me. I tried it all. I don’t like
the ugly and sordid, and more par
ticularly the cheap things of life.
They leave tarnished memories. My
inhibitions ought to prove to you
that I wouldn’t fit into your scheme
of living.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
WHO’S
NEWS
THIS
WEEK
; —— I
By LEMUEL F. PARTON
Consolidated Feature*—WNU Features.
MEW YORK.—A veteran Watch
'Ll1 man of sea lanes assumes com
mand of the vast South Pacific area
for the Allied Nations, just at a time
Admiral Ghormley
*Never Leaves a
Loose End About*
wnen ja
pan’s south
ward lunge
makes trans
port possibly
the crucial issue of the Pacific war.
For his success in keeping men and
goods moving across the Atlantic in
the World war, Vice Admiral Rob
ert Lee Ghormley was rewarded
with the Distinguished Service
medal.
At 58, he takes on a far-flung area
of land and sea, including many
vital bases, fighting not only for
sea-way for the U.S.A. but for New
Zealand, Australia and the Free
French. His command covers all
land, sea and air forces of the four
nations. He will be responsible to
Adm. Chester W. Nimitz, command
er in chief of the United States Pa
cific fleet.
Admiral Ghormley is known to
navy officers as “thoroughly depend
able," rather than picturesque or
showy. One of his shipmates of the
first World war, recently said to this
writer:
“He is a good tactician, and
a hard pingger, with a patient
mastery of detail. He’s always
wide awake and if he were a
hockey player he’d be a crack
goal keeper. He had a tough,
lonesome job, guarding overseas
transport in the first World war,
and carried it through perfectly,
with big results and little glory.
He keeps his mind strictly on
bis work.”
Admiral Ghormley was born in
Portland, Ore., and took an aca
demic degree at the University of
Idaho. He was graduated from An
napolis in 1906. He commanded the
Nicaraguan naval operations and his
decorations include the Nicaraguan
Campaign badge and the Victory
medal.
He was made assistant chief of
naval operations in 1936 and held
that post until relieved of this duty
on August 9, 1940, when he was sent
to London as a special naval observ
er for the American embassy. On
April 22, 1942, he was ordered to
Auckland to organize joint naval op
erations with New Zealand. He be
came a vice admiral on September
20, 1941.
INDUSTRY and government, it
would appear, have been keen
competitors for the services of Mrs.
Anna Rosenberg. Industry, for the
Dexterously She
Juggles Federal
And Private Jobs
moment, is
In the lead,
paying her
$22,500 a
year, while
the government gets a cut of only
$13,500 in her hectic working year.
She keeps them both at arm’s length
and attends to the most deserving.
She weighs In at 112 pounds, desk
side. She comes through a hard
working day with all the frills and
ruffles of her exiguous person still
fresh and in place.
The house appropriations commit
tee lights up Mrs. Rosenberg’s man
ifold activities and jobs in exploring
doubles in federal jobs, along with
private employment. As regional
director for the social security
board, she receives $7,500 a year
and her salary as a consultant on
the staff of Nelson Rockefeller, co
ordinator of American affairs, nets
her $6,000 a year.
In 1914, the girl from Buda
pest, here with her parents at
the age of 14, settled a strike.
In the Wadleigh high school,
which she attended, students
struck against compulsory mili
tary training. She called a stu
dent meeting and made an im
passioned speech which ended
the strike and got her considera
ble newspaper attention. She
was Anna Ledercr then. When
we entered the war, she left
high school to sell Liberty bonds
and Thrift stamps. In 1919, she
married Julius Rosenberg, now
a rug merchant.
Even then she was plagued by de
mands for her services. She stud
ied practical politics with Belle Mos
kowitz, political ally and mentor of
Alfred E. Smith. This association
led to fund-raising and organizing
work for philanthropies, widening
into a broad field of trouble-shooting
in industrial and social welfare is
sues.
"Yes, Phil, John was on the phone
a few minutes ago and he said you
were a so-and-so. He is,* too? Lis
ten, I’ll get up a nice little dinner
and get you two together."
That is a fair sample of her work
a-day telephone talk. She has
worked almost entirely in the no
man’s land between the warring
forces of industry and labor, and be
tween one or both and government.
She is a wisp of a woman, n five
foot three brunette to give exact
specifications, always nicely tail
ored, with a penchant for plenty of
feminine fixings.
Slacks Gain in Popularity
For Work and Leisure Wear
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
tp VERY WHERE women are feel
ing an urge within to be prac
tical-minded in regard to "clothes.”
Entering new fields of work as so
many are during these strenuous
times, taking up new and arduous
jobs for the first time, women are
not waiting for fashion to tell them
what to wear, but spontaneously
they have adopted well-tailored
slacks and slacks suits as the prac
tical thing for voluntary defense
work, for factory work, for defense
farming and gardening, for first aid
and for the endless list of patriotic
activities now going on at high
speed.
Not that the enthusiasm for slacks
ends with the utility aspect of the
what-to-wear question, for there’s
just as much excitement going on in
regard to slacks costumes to wear
in off-duty hours spent in leisure and
relaxation, or in active sports.
As a result of this unanimous de
mand for women's slacks for every
day wear as well as for leisure mo
ments, designers have rushed to pro
duce a larger and more varied col
lection of attractive styles than ever
before in both costumes and "sep
arates.” An excitingly wide range
of attractive fabrics especially de
signed for these costumes has ap
peared in fine rayon constructions
which offer style, beauty and wear
ing quality at prices to suit any
woman's budget and requirements.
Spun rayon reproductions of clas
sic linen, silk, wool and worsted
constructions are more interesting
than ever this season. In the popu
lar price range, slacks and slacks
suits appear frequently in spun
rayon fabrics of the linen, shan
tung and gabardine types, as well
as smart covert, hopsacking, flan
nel and fine-wale corduroy interpo
lations. For heavy manual labor in
factories, denim made to withstand
wear and tear scores high. This
serviceable never-wear-put material
comes in several smart colors in
addition to the traditional blue.
The vogue for bright shirts with
neutral slacks has inspired the
smart combination done In flne
tallored spun rayon shown at the
lower left in the above illustration.
The slacks In light beige are full-cut.
The full-sleeved windbreaker blouse
in a lighter-weight version of the
same material is gaily plalded in
rose, green and beige. Other cos
tumes use contrasting shirts in spun
rayons or challis or jersey types.
Careful tailoring distinguishes the
easy-to-wear slacks suit shown in
the foreground on the seated figure.
It is in a fine linen-type spun rayon
which tailors beautifully and is both
cool and practical. The straight-cut
slacks are topped by a matching
short-sleeved shirt which can be
worn as a tuck-in blouse or as a
flattering hlplength jacket.
As smart and comfortable on a
defense job as it is at a summer re
sort the attractive slacks costume
at the top left, in the above illustra
tion follows the fashion by teaming
contrasting colors of the same fabric.
Fine spun rayon in a chic linen
weave is used in red-striped beige
for the sporting shirt. The slacks
of the same material are In deep
blue.
New this season are tapered
slacks. Many women with slim fig
ures are adopting them for the sake
of streamlined flattery. In addition
to the more utilitarian styles the
tapered slacks are being made in
fine spun rayon acetate twills, in
acetate rayon sharkskins and also
in wrinkle-resistant alpaca weaves.
These are designed for leisure wear
after the manner shown at the top
right in the above picture. Here the
blouse of snowy acetate rayon crepe
reflects the South American gaucho
influence in its ruffled front. Worn
with slim-lined slacks of sooty black
novelty-textured rayon shantung and
a bright red cummerbund the cos
tume is picturesque and flatter
ing.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Smartly Checked
mm mm
Fashion’s fancy is turning to
checks and plaids with renewed en
thusiasm this season. Unless you
have a coat or a dress or a blouse or
a suit of checked material in your
summer wardrobe, you are losing
out in "style.” There are new cot
tons in wool-like textures that make
up beautifully in suits that launder
perfectly. The new checked rayon
crepes, such as fashion the suit pic
tured above, are ever so goodlook
ing and very much in demand. A
monotone blouse that picks up the
color in the check and the band
trimming on the jacket add inter
est to this smart outfit. Very style
correct is the sailor hat which car
ries the color of the check in its
bow trim and flattering veil.
Pique Makes Lovely
Graduation Dresses
It’s time to begin to think of a
graduating dress which will later on
serve happily for general summer
wear. Designers are solving the
problem by using eyelet pique. It
is cool, it is pretty as can be, it
launders marvelously and all the
summer through it will most likely
prove your favorite dress. One de
signer does the clever thing by sup
plying two sets of buttons for vari
ety’s sake—white for graduation day
and red plastic strawberries for a
vivid accent later on in the sum
mer.
A white marquisette gown over a
rayon taffeta slip is suggested for
formal graduation and for summer
dancing in the months to come. A
yoke trimming and bows here and
there on the skirt of embroidered
organdie banding bring an added
note of charm into the picture.
Practical and lovely is a simply
fashioned dress of sleek white jer
sey either left all white or enlivened
with vivid embroidery touches.
Parasol Brims Can Be
Worn Either Up or Down
Brims are made to flatter this sea
son. Designers are imparting sof
tening effects in the way of ruffles
of ribbon or lace that make a wide
brim still wider. Some of these
parasol brims are convertible into
any style you want them to be. You
wear the parasol brim as a face
framing bonnet, or you can flip it
back to halo about your pompadour
in daring off-the-face fashion.
The newest models have crocheted
crowns. Large straw cartwheels are
definitely good style for summer.
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•J U S f
Trial Treatment
Sufferer—I wish I had some
drops to cure this toothache.
Friend—It’s all a matter of the
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was feeling terrible. But when I
went home my wife put her arms
around me and kissed me, and
consoled me, so that I soon felt
better.
Sufferer—You don’t say. Is your
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Hope Never Dies
Mrs. Green was proudly displaying a
jtew hat to Mrs. Gray.
“It's lovely” said Mrs. Gray; “but
how do you manage to get so much
money from your husband?”
“Quite simple, my dear,” was the tri
umphant reply. “I just tell him I’m
going back to mother, and he immedi
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Simple as That
“Yes, I came face to face with a
lion once,” said the club liar, “and
I was alone and unarmed.”
“Heavens, what did you do?”
asked a new member, who didn’t
know his man.
“What could I do? I tried star
ing straight into his eyes, but he
just continued crawling towards
. » »
me.
“How did you get away, then?”
“I just left him and passed on
to the next cage.”
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