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Thursday, May 30. 1940 WAUf /A , r Mrs.H»rryPutfh Smith JC CHAPTER VIII Synopsis Life grows complicated for (he children of plucky Anne Phillips who, by working: in a department store, has support ed them since her husband's death. Her married daughter, Berenice, quarrels with her husband. Bill. Jim, Anne's son, is infatuated with the rich Helen Sanders, although Anne suspects that Cathy, the wid (owed little dancer in the apart ment across the hall, is in love with him. And J arret, Anne's younger daughter, is unhappy [because her well-to-do friends neglect her and insists on be lieving she is annoyed over her old friend Gordon Key's atten tions to Priscilla Leigh. Janet us studying interior decorating find is commissioned by Tony Etyan to help him restore the •Id Phillips estate, which he tas bought. A negro and Engl ishman working there tell her f Tony's kindnesses. By the last week in July Mr. isby was next to finished at the idcliffe house. 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"Mr. Tony knows I can't handle no scythe," chuckled Deke, "but he promised to skin me alive if I missed ary weed in these here flower beds. Mr. Tony can't stand nothing sloverny." Janet's lips curled. "He expects you to earn your keep, does h§?" "Yas'm." "There's nothing like being able to eat your cake and have it too," she remarked. "I mean, it isn't everyone who can make a beautiful gesture pay." "Yas'm," agreed Deke doubt fully. He had no idea what she was talking about, but the man who had come up behind her knew. "I've seen the skids put under too many God Time Charlies to let that happen to me," said Tony Ryan in a hard voice. Janet turned with a little gasp. He had come in through the rear gate. Under the dark tan of his lean cheeks there was a red glow like the dusky flush on a copper vase. "I'd like if possible to have the house ready for occupancy by the twentieth of August," he said. "Please buy what you think the house needs and have them send the bills to me," he said crisply. She winced, and her old an tagonism flared up. "The price is no object, naturally?" she asked. He gave her a curious glance, "I want the best." » * » ' Theoretically, after she had been busy at the office for eight hours, Berenice should have been satisfied to stay quietly at home with Bill at night, only it had not worked out that way. She was generally tired by five and more and more inclined to feel sorry for herself because her friends had been doing nothing all day except play bridge or otherwise amuse themselves. She formed the habit of stopping in at one of their apartments after work. Usually The Bunch was together somewhere having cocktails. They encouraged her to join them. When she came into the apart ment that afternoon Bill was slamming things around in the kitchenette. "Hullo," he said without looking up, his face like a thundercloud. "Hullo," said Berenice coldly, going into the dressing room to put her hat and gloves away. The living room needed clear ing of cigarette butts and scat tered newspapers. "Come and get it," called Bill from the dinette. "Have you thought any more about going to the Fair with the bunch?" she asked after awhile. "For Pete's sake," he protested, "what is there to think about? I can't afford a jaunt like that and you know it!" She meant to be generous, her heart was full of tenderness when she said, "I have money enough in the bank to pay our expenses to the Fair, Bill, if you'll go." He started to his feet so vio lently she dropped her fork. "What are you trying to make out of me?" he cried in a tor tured voice. "A gigolo?" Berenice's cheeks flamed. "It's like you to be that unjust," she said. "Has it occurred to you that after I've pounded the type writer from nine to five I'm not exactly in the mood to be shout ed at the rest of the night?" she demanded. Bill's mouth tightened. "Maybe you think I'm crazy about coming home to this sort of thing when I've tramped the streets all day trying to sell advertising?" "Is that why you're not so hot at it?" she asked stingingly. He picked his hat up from where he had flung it down on the littered desk. He did not speak or glance back as he jerk ed the door and banged it behind him. Berenice stood very still, listening to his retreating steps. Suppose Bill did not come back? She had a longing to run to her mother, to hide her head in Anne's lap as she had done when a child if she had had a night mare or been frightened at something. She had stretched out her hand to take up the tele phone when it rang. Berenice had meant to call Anne. and ask if she could come over, but May was on the wire. ."Meet us down in the lobby, kid. You and Bill are riding in our car." "Bill isn't hers," stammered Berenice, trying to conceal that she was crying. "We had one of our famous battles and he walk ed out on me." "He'll be back," said May with a hearty laugh. "Surely you aren't going to give him the sat isfaction of staying at home and moping. That's exactly what he'd like." Berenice's round childish chin hardened. "All right," she said, "IH meet you downstairs as soon as I can climb into my best bib." THE ELKIN TRIBUNE, ELKIN, NORTH CAROLINA When Berenice let herself back into the apartment a little after two Bill was there asleep on his side of the bed. She closed the dressing room door cautiously before she start ed to undress. Her hands were not quite steady and her eyes did not focus correctly. That was how she happened to pull open Bill's drawer instead of her own in the chifforobe. That was why she did not at once recognize the stack of neatly cut out pictures which lay on Bill's pile of hand kerchiefs. The local newspaper had been running a contest for eight weeks. Each day they published a pic ture puzzle. There was a grand prize of five thousand dollars and a second of a thousand and a third of five hundred and forty of five dollars each. Berenice had never dreamed Bill was working at the contest. Yet there were the pictures pain stakingly puzzled out and letter ed in Bill's small cramped print ing. Berenice's heart ached. He had secured duplicates of each puzzle so that the set he finally sent in should be neat and legible. These were the ones he had worked from. They were almost tattered where he had written in and then rubbed out and rewritten his answers. In spots the cheap, ragged paper had been worn through in holes from his patient eraser. "Oh, poor Bill!" Berenice whis pered to herself. For all the pictures were torn in half and in the waste basket beside the chifforobe lay a crumpled newspaper. Berenice picked it up with shaking hands. There were the names of the winning contestants. The winner of the grand prize headed them all in huge black letters, the sec ond in smaller type, the third in still smaller print, and at the bot tom the inconspicuous column of forty who received five dollars each. Berenice's trembling finger ran down the list. Bill had not re ceived a prize, not any at all. His name did not appear anywhere on the page. Berenice felt an anguish of pity. She knew why Bill had wanted five thousand dollars, why he had clutched at this forlorn hope to save his self respect, but he had failed. "Oh, Bill!" whispered Berenice, crawling into bed beside him and putting her arm across him. But even in his sleep he flinch ed away from her. • • • Gradually the stately old house began again to take on a gracious and gleaming aspect. Worn floors and wainscoting developed a satin sheen. In the dining room a Sheraton table and white lea ther-seated chairs rested on a hand-woven blue rug. Upstairs, prim ruffled white curtains fram ed the windows of bedrooms in which there were mahogany four-poster beds and slipper chairs and chintz-covered chaise longues. "Almost finished, breathed Janet one sultry afternoon to ward the middle of August. "The sooner I get away from here the better. The first thing I know I'll be breaking down and sobbing on the interloper's hearth rug." A man stood at the foot of the stairs. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to startle you." He was a slight man, thin for his height. He looked to be about forty-five and his expensively tailored gray suit was a little shiny at the seams. "You are Miss Phillips, of course," he went on. "I'm Steve Hill, a friend of Tony's. He's done me a great service by being alive." The next afternoon he was in the library when she arrived, sit ting on the cushioned window seat, turning the leaves of an ex ceptionally fine copy of Tristan and Isolde. "Allah be praised, you don't c 6 Uzifzected mm// You wouldn't expect your car to run months without oil or serv ice of any kind . . . Actually your watch "runs" under greater strain, proportionately, than your auto... Don't be unfair to your timepiece 1 ... An inspection may disclose some minor "ill" that prevents accuracy ... No charge for expert inspection and estimate ... Bring in your watch NOW —and while you are here, let us show you our stylish new Gruea Watches. W. M. WALL Jeweler Phone 56 Elkin, N. C. buy books for the color of their bindings!" he said. Janet stared at him critically as he talked on. He did not sound like a bum, but neither did the Earl of Jersey. Steve Hill had a sensitive mobile face, and he seemed to have read every thing worth reading and to have seen everything worth seeing and to have known everything worth knowing. "Sorry," he said, glancing ab ruptly at his watch, "I'm afraid I've bored you.*' She discovered with an incred ulous start that they had been sitting there for an hour while he literally charmed her with the gently satirical flow of his con versation. "No," she said, "you haven't bored me. I doubt if you ever bored anyone in your life." To her dismay his mouth twist ed with pain. "I failed lament ably with the one audience in the world which mattered to me," he said and walked quickly away as if a horde of tormenting mem ories had been losed about him. But he was back again the next afternoon. Janet was hanging pictures. "Nothing's lacking," she told Steve Hill, "except the portrait of my great-grandmother which is in our living room at home. It belongs here, commanding the whole house," she Indicated the space opposite the wide staircase and the entrance to the library. "But nothing could persuade us to part with it." She laughed unsteadily. "There are some things you can't put on the auction block unless it's a matter of life and death. At least we've managed to eat with out pawning great-grandmother." She regarded him defiantly. "A bit of maudlin sentiment, eh, what? as the Earl of Jersey would say." Steve Hill smiled. "There was a time when I thought I'd out grown the old gods, but that's merely a phase, you know. In the end you realize that life with out sentiment is a wine without bouquet." THE LYRIC MOVIES ALWAYS H» Are Your Best COMFORTABLE Natural, True to Life SOUND Entertainment Today and Friday— Saturday— MONDAY-TUESDAY— j COLMAH STARRETT THAI FAILED "BLAZING SHHHBH ».» WALTER HUSTON . .* SIX SHOOTERS" IDA LUPINO • MURIEL ANfeEtUS UIA UIIVV I IjluJ Ml J|l I J I I Produced and DlrtcHd by CartOOll I iill COMING News - Cartoon Adm. 10c-30c ATTRACTIONS ITS COMING BACK AGAIN! 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