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DARTHEA 8B By R. H. WILKINSON f lioll Syndicate.?WNTJ Servlca. /1 -x -row take my Gene." said the IVI dominating Mrs. Metcalf. >| She sighed wearily. "He's such a darling husband, comparatively speaking, of course. But so helpless. So utterly incompetent when it conies to taking care of himself. I've often wondered how a man would really get along ? without a woman to take care of him.*' The ladies of the Afternoon Tea club nodded and murmured their ascent. i That Is, with the exception of Darthea Busbell. Darthea was the newest member, 1 and also the youngest. She had been married less than a year. She said: "Men seem pretty capable, to me. I often wonder why they get married at all. There'd be so much more for themselves, if they didn't have to share it with someone." "My dear,"?Mrs. Metcalf squeezed {lemon Into her tea and smiled indulgently?"my dear, no one blames you for your attitude?now. When -v. ujauieu us lUUg as I, you'll have a change of heart. Oh, I know how you reei, darting. We were aii , that way once. So very much in love, so very sure our husbands were all we thought them to be?loyal and devoted and Interested only In their wives. Bat there, I've said enough. Don't let me disillusion you, Darthea, darling. He happy?and Innocent? while you may." "I am happy and I'm not the least bit disillusioned," said Darthea. "So don't feel that you have to pity me. Mrs. Metcalf. I don't want Neal to he interested In me and no one else. And?I want him to know other women, if that's what you mean." Mrs. Metcalf smiled blandly aud glanced around at the circle of faces. "That isn't all I mean, Darthea, darling. Oh, there's no need of feeling hurt about it. or believing that your married life is going to be different from the rest. We've all been through the same thing. Take my Gene, for example. There was a time?after wed been married about five years? when, had I bean a less broad-minded person, we might have ended in separation. But it wasn't for long. And the truth of the matter is I'm glad It happened. For from that day to this I have used the incident to shame him into doing anything I ask. You see, I never completely forgave him." She broke off to laugh amusedly. "Oh, yes, that little wayward act of Gene's has its uses. There is, fcr example, no need to worry now for fear that he will ever stray again. I'm Just as sure that Gene's only interest at this moment Is with his family ns I am that I'm sitting in this chair." Darthea bit her lip. She wanted to say she thought Gene was a martyr for even living with such a ncrsnn Rut she didn't, and while she tried to conjure up a less direct dig, Mrs. Metcalf turned beaming toward Bette Oliver, who was one of the few unmarried members of the club. Bette was young, extremely pretty and considered in the vernacular of the Tea club as 'Tast." She had been admitted only because her career on the legitimate stage was beginning to attract attention and her membership might reflect some glory on the organization. "And you, my dear Miss Oliver, Tm sure this conversation must be extremely boring to an unmarried lady. And yet I'm equally sure your opinion would be a valuable one, especially?" Mrs. Metcalf looked coy?"especially since you are so well acquainted with Darthea's handsome young husband." Darthea was furious. She might have forgiven most anything?but this! Such unadulterated, direct insinuation. Bette Oliver laughed nervously. She had long since discovered that a woman's attitude toward life and love and things changed wita rnatrlinony. The talk et these older married womeu sickened her, created In her a feeling of skepticism. Yet It was as much to her advantage to be a member of the club as It was for these ladles to have her. She laughed resignedly, without looking at Darthea. "Please!" _ ? After all, a single lady would hardly be qualified to express a worthwhile opinion about such a weighty subject It was the fact that Bette Oliver evaded the'Issue that set Darthea to tlilnking. That and the Insinuation It Mrs. Metcalfi voice. Then, too, there was Bette't nervous The Cherokee Scout, 1 little laugh, her direct refusal to meet Darthea'8 eyes. The thing at first seemed silly. at> surd. She even smiled a little at thoughts of Neal being false. Dear, loving Neal. Theirs had been such a perfect match; so sincere and happy and gay; so broad and free and honest. No, Neal couldn't be false and act the way he did. It wasn't human. Yet the Inevitable questions kept popping into her mind, pounding against her brain. And at last, wearied, she resigned herself, admitted they could not be disregarded forever. They must be faced, answers founu Had she been a little fool? Did these women know things tha. she had been blind to? Were they laughing at her, pitying her? Was Neal actually Interested in Bette Oliver? Keeping rendezvous with her. It wasn't an impossibility. Such things had happened before. She shuddered as thoughts leaped into her mind of other women who had gone blindly ahead, loving, adoring, not even suspecting their husbands of falsity. Only In the end to have the hurt more poignant, more lasting. There was a dance that night at the country club. All the Afternoon Tea women were there with their husbands. Bette Oliver was there, and a dozen nth or vonncr nnmarrloii womon I It was a gay affair. Darthea hnd ** ..... ..j o ucvu a time proud to think that the women who attended the country club dan e > were Infatuated with her handsome husband. She liked to think that he was hers forever and ever and that she was envied. Tonight it was different. She followed him with her eyes. She watched his every movement She tried to stifle the hurt when she sa*.v him dancing with other women, smiling into their faces. She tried not to notice that he seemed to enjoy being with Bette Oliver. She fought against sudden knowledge that his attentions to her, his wife. ' were dutiful. And when toward the end of the evening she saw Neal step through the ' french doors on to the veranda, saw Bette Oliver follow a moment later, it was with a masterful attempt at selfcontrol that she withheld n scream. She could not resist the Impulse to follow, to satisfy the burning curiosity that was eating at her soul. She left her partner abruptly, rudely; skirted the dance hall, gained the veranda through a door at the far end of the room. It was a beautiful summer's night. The great expanse of golf course that fed away at the base of the veranda was flooded with soft, silvery j moonlight. A section of the veranda, the end near which Harthea stood, was in shadow. j She saw dim figures leaning against the railing?a man and a woman. Darthea slid along the side of the building, noiselessly, suppressing her breathing. She heard whispered voices?and then abruptly her blood froze. The girl was Bette Oliver! There was no mistaking that babylike profile, etched as it was against the bright moonlight beyond. Darthea clutched at her throat, felt suddenly weak and sick. Then it was true! Mrs. Metcalf and the other women ! had been laughing at her! Neal?her Neal?was false I Seized by a sudden, uncontrollable fury, Darthea suddenly sped across the veranda. There was no definite purpose in her act, no recognizable emotion, no desire other than to satisfy a primitive instinct by clawing at the face of this brazen huzzy who had robbed her of faith. At the sound of her step the couple near, the railing turned. Darthea came upon them abruptly, reached out and felt her hands entwined in the golden blond hair of Bette Oliver, and knew a great feeling of satisfaction. Then and only then did she look toward the man. And in that single Instant a great weakness and nausea claimed her. She wavered, gripping Bette's hair more securely for support; felt sudden relief and shame and guilt. For the face of the man who stared back at her was that of henpecked Gene Metcalf! Horse Spoodijrr Than Man No man has been able to run as fast as the speediest horses. A pacing horse has made the mile in 1 mln. 55 sec., or at the rate of 31.3 miles an hour; a trotting horse has made It in 1 mln. 96.7 sec., or at the rate of 30.8 miles an hour. The fastest mile by a human runner was maue In 4 mln. 9.2 sec., or at the rate of 14.4 miles an hour. Murphy, N. C., Friday, At Up I Tempting Morsel t Fr^parod by National Geosraphlc Society Washington. d. C.?WNU Service. PARA, Brazil, at the mouth of the Amazon river, is the threshold of the vast Amazon valley and regions as yet unseen by explorers. It is colorful city. The market square where throngs of housewives and servants come to select the day's menu from gorgeous piles of fruits and vegetables, the calclmined walls, the outdoor murals, and even the roofs of the city, assa.l the eye of the visitor from the somber North. Colors may scream, but never clash In Para, a house nf shell nli?v abut a neighbor of orange or of cobalt blue, and the result under magic skies, is harmony. Founded in 1015, I'ara looks every day of her .100-odd years, and belies her looks. Aside from a few churches. It Is doubtful whether there are many buildings really old. Grasses and weeds lift delimit heads from the crevices of roof tiles am* the cobbles of the streets, and blotches of mold and lichens creep inexorably over the walls. F.ut these bespeak the exuberance of the Tropics rather than senility. The mellowing effect, however. ! is the same. Clean City; Poor Water Supply. The city Is clean, neatly ordered, i and up-to-date, despite an economic I depression that has endured for more j than 20 years, since 11)10. when the rubber boom burst like an over distended toy balloon. There are tramways, motocars, telephones, motionpicture theaters, and parks that are a delight to the soul. Yet there must needs be a fly in the I ointment. The water supply still dribbles inadequately from three old tanks j set together on an Iron tower halfway up from the docks. Only he who, soaped from head to heel, hns had the bath shower suddenly sicken and die ca i Jrstly appreciate the Joyful spurt fr m a faucet with 75 pounds pressure behind it! Here the traveler takes a twinscrew triple-decker, blunt-nosed and square of stern, perfectly designed in the Netherlands for the comfort of the Amazon tourist. A crowd packs her decks, a 'blast from the whistle starts an epidemic of back-patting, some tears, and a general rush for the gangplank; and when the confusion subsides there are left a mere hnmlfnl of nflcwni'<*rs Ilpr#. n<a ?t home, the bon voyage Is a fetish, though with more reason in a region where ail travel is by water and cities are days instead of hours apart ?where the journey from Para to Manaos, for example, requires more time than the passage of the North Atlantic. Cool Cabins on the Steamer. Wherever privacy is not essential, solid wood is replaced by wire screen in the construction of the cabins to permit a maximum of ventilation while assuring protection against mosquitoes. Even during the day, therefore, the staterooms nre comfortable unless struck by the sun. Nevertheless, most of the native passengers use them merely as dressing rooms und spend much of the day us well as the night in their hammocks, which are slung in a place especially provided on the top deck. This custom may aceount in part for the fact that a passenger in pajamas is considered fully dressed. But if he appears in shirt sleeves, no matter how immaculate, he is thought ill-bred. The first day you steam northward along the eastern shore of Jaguar Island, roond Its point into the vast expanse of the Bahla de Maraje, and lose yourself in monotony. Upstream and down, only the indistinct blending of sky and watei mark the horizon; to right and left, a level blue line of tree tops indicate the position of the distant shores, ail details are obliterated by a haze of water vapor that igust 10, 1934 ^ma^oiv 0 Native Appetites. 1 makes binoculars useless for studying even the uearer islands. Little left to look at besides the brown river itself. Its surface whipped by the trades into short, choppy waves, you follow the lead of the native passengers and turn In for a siesta. Many Stops for Fuel. Just before sunset you enter Breves strait, one of numerous deep, narrow, winding channels through which the tide ebbs and flows between the I'ura estuary and the Amazon proper, ami which dissect the terrain into a maze of jungle Islands. Here you tie up nt a small nlnro to frnkA boilers. So insatiable are these iron maws that wood stations have become typical institutions of the low country and account for most of the steamer's stops during the first two days. For hour after hour, sometimes far ! into the night, men and boys with coppery torsos gleaming with sweat j run across the plank in endless line to dump 10-stick loads with resounding thumps on the steel deck. Mid-morning of the third day you pass the little whitewashed town ol Gurupn, atop the high rigiit bank, from which steps descend to small piers. At one side are brown walls of an ancient fortress, and n mildewed church on a green, close-cropped lawn. You are now in the Amazon proper, though this part is only a channel around the southeast side ol Guru pa Island. Above Gurupa, the Xingu discharges waters collected on the plateau of central Mat to Grosso. hundreds ef miles to the south. Somewhere near its sources the gallant British explorer, Col. P. II. Fawcett, disappeared In 1P23. No matter how many travel books he may read, the newcomer to the Amazon Is never prepared for the reality. He Is Impressed according to j mood. He may turn his gaze ahead to a distant horizon with no thin hazy | line of shore intervening between blue I and brown, and let his Imagination wander the width of the continent, to where the river takes Its source In Andean snows within sight of the Pacific; or he may look Into Its dept-ha and see only mud. Plenty of Life in the River. Actually, the river teems with life, unseen though It may he. Its drainage claims 748 different kinds of fish? nearly a third more than Its closest competitor, the Conge?Including fa mi-nut nine guppies, eieciric eeis, four-eyed fish, murderous piranhas, and the gigantic pirarucu, whose dried flesh in bales befouls the air of evflry ship's hold In Amazonia. This monster, with maximum length of 15 feet flhd weight of 410 pounds. Is easily the largest strictly fresh watei fish extant ; yet it is only a flyweight compared with its mammalian neighbor, the manatee, which may exceed a ton, This. among all South American animals, the palm for sheer bulk go A tc the gentle river cow. After eight days the steamer turns from the Amazon against the coffeecolored tide of the Rio Negro. The change from brown to black is sudden and startling. I7o more so, however, than the arrival, eight miles far^.hei on, at a modern city of 42,000 set in the midst of a Jungle. Manaos lies 450 miles from the nearest railroad, and that Is brt s moribund line around the rapids of the upper Madeira yet one finds trett paved streets, electric light*, tiam ways, automobiles, and the best Ice cream ever tasted. There is even s magnificent opera bouse, though It stands empty, a sad monument to the heyday of rubber, when for a moment manioc and pirarucu yielded to chsm pagne and pate de foie gras. But the biggest and tallest structure of all It the brewery, a veritable skyscraper ai buildings go Id Amazonia. Page Three MEDICAL ADVICE THAT BORDERS ON THE SARCASTIC Our doctors nre always telling us not to do things we must do and to do things we cannot do: to eat this when they know or should know that we don't like it and not to-eat that when they should know with equal certainty that the tiling denied us is our pet hobby in the way of food. Now they come along, or at least the public health committee of the Wisconsin State Medical society comes along, and tell us to take a midday nap ami live longer. When in all conscience tliev should know that we have a hard enough time ns It is In partaking of a too-hasty lunch and getting back to work while the eye of the boss retains what we accept as its look of friendliness. Most of us are willing enough to take this latest advice, but the economic set up won't permit us the time to carry It out. The advising committee, too, tells us how the instructions should be carried out. That is, the details after we have arranged the matter of time. And, again, there is the same old note of opposition to our natural desires. 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