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calf must help to gladden the fcnst. '
ln due time the Newsons were notified ot the arrival of the pre- ciotls liquid. and Gunner set out. without delay. to fetch it home. When the treasure was carried in- to the shack. the interior of the building was filled with its sweet aroma. ' ~
Turning to ‘his guests. old New- sou smlllnglyyremarked:
"Ain't it a- heavenly smell?"
Food wasgnow placed upon the table. together with three of the bottles. Never before had the Ncivsons enjoyed such felicity. nev- er before hnd the future looked so bright~a golden moment in their miserable lives was about to be un- folded. - .
Among the compamflwerc a fid- dlerand a bevy of dancing girls. for such an auspicious occasion must he rounded off with a good old-fashioned hoe-down. Yes. siree!
When the guests were all seated at the table. John Newson rose from lils chair and began most im- prcslslvely:
"Gentlemen. shall we all drink to the success of the party that has made possible this glorious mo- ment? ; Bottoms up. boys! Here's to victory!“ -
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Hands quickly moved to glasses. elbows bent and the thirsty guests drained their glasses ‘ere the fraud was detected .
All looked at caclfother. astonish»
mcnt written on each face, Old Ncivson. being the first to recover his speech. exclaimed:
"I'll be d---d if it isn't plain With-Tl" _
The others agreed with Newscm tn a man. It wouldn't be ethical in quote their actual words. but the gist of them was. "We shall have nurrevenge." The company was loo much annoyed even to taste the fatted calf-and went off. sober and discustedj »
T111‘ Political agent had doctored i"? 51"“ "D011 its arrival at: the station-that is. he filled the bottles with water. colored it and let each one in a separate jacket of straw. than drenched the straw with the reel McCoy.
it was the pleasing odor that riui the Joke over. The moral of "lie lmcnd is: Don't exchange
your wote for "political bundle." __'7l'f‘» IMXK siorv: "Three Years -*'iltive_Amonfl The Mlcmacs."
no smoke from the chimney of the house across the lane. The lawn- trees spread their pretty shadows undisturbe by small footfalls. and there was still the strange silence when the sun drew last rays home. C O
Only the ducks‘ calls as they dis- ported in the puddles in the yards, and the ewes’ bleats when their feeding time returned. Supper was a solitary and almost forgotten meal in James’ absence, spread when the gold of the day was turn- ing into a dim lovely twilight which came in softly from the surround- ing line of hills. We never pre- pare a lonely meal. restful and stimulating as odd ones can be. that we are not at once taken back to the now long ago to a scene which we revive with some nostalgia. and some amusement. when we review at least one notion of our child- hood years. .- '
As I busied myself spreading the table. the features and now-quaint gown of a woman came to mind. one who lived a solitary though not lonelylife in that long ago. It may have been that she chose to live thus. or perhaps she had been so .taken up with gaining an inde- pendent livelihood that she had al- lowed those "young days when ro- mance is sweetest to pass her by. or again maybe as James will have it when he considus the subject thoroughly. "the right man" never chanced to come by. In any event she lived nlone. . . . But James is calling: "Ellen. could you come and give me a hand at themilking? I'm a bit late thlsfveningi"
Until tomorrow . Good-night. . . .
. . Diary . . .
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as shs answered Champ Fleds now. "I toll you. Tony and I have never thought seriously of each other." she protested s. little hysterically. Ho wouldn't dream of asking me to marry him and if he dld—if he
d—" She paused abruptly. Tony was standing in the doorway, smil- ing at her. He was wearing his new gray sultyl-lls big Panama hat was cocked on the baok of’ his head. He looked exactly as i! ho had stepped out. of a fashion plate. ex- cept that his maroon tie had slip- ped under one oar and his thick black hair was slightly rumpled.
"_And'lf I did ask you to marry me. Miss West." he sang out, “you'd probably crown me."
"So here you are." said Champ ‘Fields grimly.
"YEP. here I am." Tony said. his gray eyes dancing.
Champ Fields choked. "One min. uto to press time and you. show up grinning like a fox. You want out to set a story. but that's noth- ing tn your young life. The city editor can worry about that."
At that moment Champ Fields
became awareof what Barbara had noticed the moment before. It. was past the time for the paper ti go to press, but the building was not shaking as it should have been with the thunder of the presses and down the hall the city room seemed to be in the throes of some internal convulsion. "You've held up the afternoon edition because you're late with the board meeting story!" thunriero" Champ Fields. "I'll boil you in oil for this.” _
“Didn't I tell you?" interrupted Tony. again winking at Barbara. "I took myself off the’ board meet- yarn."
"You took yourself off!" roared Champ Fields in a‘ bedeviled voice. Tony laughed. "You're going to love this, Chief. But we've got to work fast. We ought to have the extra on the street in fifteen min- utes. All about local reporter _re- cognizlng the Kelly kidnappefon the street this afternoon and res- cuing the child and everything." Champ Fields clutched his brow. "Have you gone crazy?"
"Nope." said Tony. "I did re- cognize the Kelly child this alter- noon. ‘She was in a. car with a bearded man. I took after them in my little oi’ fllvver. tracked them to a trailer camp outside the city limits. and called the cops. It's the berries. Chief. The guy's con- fessed. Thcy've got him and the kld over at headquarters now and have sent for her folks. The city Ed's putting everybody on the pap- er on the story."
“My God." numbled Champ Fields. staggering to his feet. "It's the biggest story this town has seen since the last war."
Tony laughed. "I thought 3'0"“ like it." he said. but. Fields was already running down the hall to the city room.
For the next hour everything was pandemonlum at the Clarion of- fices. Nobody took time for a deep breath until the extras vrere on the street and then. holding his
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1 a head in his hands, the managing editor collapsed ln his desk chair and stared morosely at Tony Blake who was lounging in the doorway. grinning over his cigarette.
"You think you've got me where the hair is short. don't you?" growled Fields. _
"More or less." admitted Tony. "Looks as if I should rate a small boost. in the old pay envelope. Ohlef." r
"All right.‘ all right," conceded Fields wearily. "I fired you. so now I'll hire you back st s. five- dollar raise. Only mark my words. Blake. some days you're going to coma s. croppcr.”
Tony grinned. "Don't worry about me. Chief. I'll get. by."
"It's not you I'm worrying about." snapped Champ Fields. "Your kind alwaj gets by. worse luck!"
Still scowiing ho stumped out of the Office.
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Tony came over to Barbara's desk. She pretended to be busy. "Nice weather we're having. Miss West." he remarked. -
Barbara looked bored. "Yes, isn't lt?" she asked. going right orfwith her typing. "Don't let me detain You. Mr. Blake. if you have any- thing else to do."
Tony snlggered. "Be your age. old dear. If I had anything else to do. I'd be doing it."
Barbara smiled sweetly. “You're telling me. What's the matter? Have all the other girls gone home?"
"Yep." said Tony. "I guess all the other girls have gone home. sugar. It was pretty swell oi.’ you to cover me on the board meeting."
Barbara flushed. "The Chief would have been in the hole with- out it. and he's a grand person. I couldn't bear him to get the worst 0f it."
Tony laughed ruefully. “I fig- ured that's why you did it." he said. "To help the Piper out I mean. I know you can't be both- ered about a fish like me. To you I'm just something that comes up on the job every day like time sheets and invoices and nuisances like that. Right?"
“What do you think?" asked Bar- bara with a grin but her lips too. were not quite steady. o
“Just the same." said. Tony in s. casual voice. "I figure I owe you a. feed. How about dinner in a little while? You know. ma and you and a table for two."
They had been out. together a few times. but Tony's‘ invitations were always as offhanded as that.
"Suits me." she said coolly. "I have to eat." Tony grinned. "OX." he said.
cocking his hat over one eye. “I'll be seeing you. sugar."
(To be continued)
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failure because she has no steady. Many a girl ‘who has no dates in her teens has a wedding date with her boss. or some man old enough to appreciate her.
Right will come your way some day. and if he was hard to get. he will ‘be easy to keep. And that's something these days.
DEAR. MISS DIX: I have been married three years and have two small boys. I was very happy until my husband stopped taking me out. The reason he did that is because I am on the outs with my in-laws. and he says there is no one he would trust to take care of the children while we'went t_o a show or a night club. He says we should wait until they are of school age. then it will be safe to leave them with a baby-sitter.
I love my boys and husband; but. oh. Miss Dix. I never went out much when I was in my teens and I do so long for the bright lights and to'dres's up and go plades and have some fun. I go to the show once a week. but it isn't any pleasure when I have to go by myself. What can you do to help me?
C. C. C.
ANSWER: When you have little children. you have given hostages
to fortune. and you are bound to consider their welfare before you do your own pleasure. So your husband is right in thinking that you should stay at home with your babies, instead of gadding around to night clubs. There is no denying that small children. with their in- cessant demands for attention. are a hard and exhausting chore; yet you brought them into the world and they are your Job. and one that you dars not flunk. But while I can but urge you to stay at home with your boys at night, instead of going to places of amusement, I sympathize with you in longing for the gaieties that~you have never had. It is hard to spend your evenings changing didies when your feet are aching to dance.
DEAR DOROTHY DIX: Don't you think it only right for my hus- band to stay at home with the children and me on Sunday. as that is his only day free from work? I work at home six days a week and only ask that my husband spend his Sundays with me. but he always wants to go places and do things.
This makes me very unhappy. Should I keep on forgviing him for the sake of our marriage and continue to be miserable?
SAD WIFE.
ANSWER: I think you ara altogether in the wrong about this and that. instead of fighting with your husband over his wanting some re- laxation on Sunday. you should try to make it the pleasantest clay of all the week.
Any man or woman who habitually works six days a week needs rest and change. So why don't you bundle your husband and the chil- dren in the car and go on a picnic? Or. if the weather is not propitious for such an outing. why not cook up a dinner that will make Sunday a festive occasion? Most husband and wife troubles are just the re- sult of boredom.
So don't get discouraged because you have so few dates, if any. Mr.
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