"O HAV KEEP Copyright by Jane Abbott 1 /n/^\ i i A __ Distnbutod by King Features Syndltale ~Y C/ANE ABBOTT CHAPTER SIXTEEN Before she reached the apart ment Diane’s anger had given | to deep shame of herself. It j was her own fault that the crowd did not take her and Bill's mar ,jage serious 1 y. She’d always .coken of it, when she was with them. in the lingo they used- A meaningless word for a deep, true meaning. A laugh—before they laughed at you! ^th a suddenly sharpened com prehension she sav’ the things they did as meaningless. Anything, if it offered excitement and no mat ter that, when you got started in it it proved as flat as a pricked toy balloon, for someone’d think Immediately something else to do. X merry-go-round, that got you LAST DAY! WILL NOT BE HELD OVER! He’s a d private M eye... w but a 1 public ^ nuisance! BUGS BUNNY TOO! 1 ■§ March of Time M II “Teacher’s Crisis” ft || Shows 11:19 - 12:46 - 2:49* & 4:52 - 6:55 - 8:58 | LAST DAY! 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She could not eat anything. She went into the living room, curled herself on the divan and listlessly turned the pages of a magazine. But there was the first Judge William Arden, looking down at her from the wall. “I sup pose,” she cried aloud, in a help less burst of defiance, “your, wife sat at home and spun! And liked it!” And then, as if she ex pected the grave, wise lips to an swer her, she jumped to her feet and fled into the bedroom. To the telephone. “Paula? Going to be home? I’m coming over.” Paula opened the door to her. “Your father’s in New York. I’ve let Edmonds and Mrs. Brill go for the day.” “Why didn’t you go with Dad?” “I’d had an aching tooth. I had it out the minute he went. I stood1 it ’til he got away. You know how ho fusses over anything like that!” Diane knew. She was relieved that her father was not here to see that something was wrong with her and fuss about that. They went to Paula’s room where Paula motioned Diane to a chaise longue heaped with satin pillows. “Make yourself comfort able, dear. I’ll go on with my mending.” She sat down in a straight chair by a low table on which was a worn wicker sewing basket. Plain - faced, plainly dressed ; with an undergarment of J. Em met’s across her lap, she could well appear incongruous there amid the exquisite appointments of a room designed for Allithea Matthewson, but to Diane, dissat isfied and wistful, she seemed to dominate everything about her by her very simplicity. l-'auia never nau assumeu any authority over her or interfered by so much as a word in her father’s indulgence of her which made for harmony in their relationship. But now, suddenly. Diane wished she had. That Paula had taught her something of her own hard-earned wisdom. She felt resentment rising toward her father. His pride in her never had been for her grades in school, for any development in 1 her character: rather for the way she looked in a new dress, the way she drove her car, danced, swam. She remembered the triumph he had expressed when her picture appeared in a rotogravure page of a New York newspaper, the time she’d gone from school to a house 1 party on Long Island and had rid ; den with the others on a fox hunt. “That’s showing them, girl!” “Showing what?” she thought, now bitterly. And for himself, for Paula, he wanted nothing like that! Before she could check it she ! was speaking her resentment. “Paula, why did you let Dad spoil me until I’m not good- for any thing?” „ , . Though Paula was startled by the question and the vehemence with which Diane flung it out, she kept her eyes on her work. She had not missed an almost fright enec tone in Diane’s voice over the telephone. “Something’s gone wrong,” she had thought. But she’d let Diane tell it of her own f PLAN TO EAT YOUR SUNDAY DINNER STACYS Carolina Beach Road today only MAT. 3 P. M. NITE 7 & 9 P. M. i JINX FALKENBURG FORREST TUCKER i JOE BESSER STAN KENTON AND HIS ORCHESTRA Aadtic*d by HICHEL KKAtKE • Mm* ft GEORGE WEMUK —PLUS— • Tom & Jerry Cartoon • Musical • Andy Clyde Comedy accord. She answered quietly, smiling a little: “There’s no not | letting your father do anything i he’s set on!” “But he does listen to you!” Diane protested. “I’ve seen you wind him ‘round your finger, when you wanted to. You might have, when it was about me—” Paula drew a long length of thread slowly off her spool. “I did speak once. Once when you were first off to school. He was sending you a check. It looked to me much too big for a girl no older than you were, and I said so. He an swered something about a promise he’d made to himself when your mother died. That her child'd have everything he’d wanted her to have. I think everything he s done for you he’s thought of that way. He sees her, when it’s you—” “Not very fair to me,” Diane put in hotly. Then she was divert ed from that unfairness by a sud den thought. Paula, aren’t you ever jealous of that?” Paula hesitated, and for the mo ment her face, illumined, had beauty. “No,” she said finally, shyly. “He’s got room in his heart for both of us. I never wanted to take her place. • All I’ve wanted was to make one of my own.” “3 guess you have,” Diane laughed. “Dad’s railing out to you the minute he opens the door! You’d think he didn’t know how to take off his coat and hat with out .you to help him.” And then she sighed so wistfully that Paula looked up at her. “What did you mean, chtild, about not being good for any thing? I thought you were man aging very well.” “Oh, money and the cooking! That isn’t it! It’s—I’m frivolous, Paula! Bill won’t like it when he realizes that that is all I am. And I don’t know how to make myself over!” There were tears in Diane’s voice as well as appeal. Paula did not smile; she was touched by it. The more because she could re member how often, the first year she was married to Joe, she had longed to make herself over. Only she had thought she wasn’t frivol ous enough! “He wanted you, just you as you are,” she said, “and there’s no telling why. It’s man’s nature. And it s women’s worry, when they don’t seem to fit in right off. I don’t suppose there ever was a bride who didn’t some time or other. Maybe it’s that you’re so close, things are out of focus for awhile. It takes time. I sometimes think it’s a good thing for a girl to have a baby right off, for then her mind is on that.” “Paula!” Diane sat so straight that the satin pillows tumbled about her. "How awfully quaint you are! ‘A little child brings them together!’ Don’t you know that’s outdated?” But her laugh broke off abruptly; a deep color flew to her cheeks. She crossed to Paula’s chair, kissed the top of her head, where the graying hair was smoothly parted. “You’re a dear, wise old thing! But it’s all wasted on me because the truth is I’m only hungry! I didn’t eat anything at the apartment. Bill didn’t come home for dinner. He had to stay at the office. I hate to be left with myself. By any chance is there food below?” “Why didn’t you say you were hunger?” Paula folded her work, put it in the basket. She knew Diane would tell her nothing more. “We’ll go downstairs an