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\ @cory^VA / W ' > ‘~“bu Margaret £. Samgster --f.-<2&-— THIRD INSTALMENT "And so,” said Ellen, "little Goldilocks come to the big city. Or perhaps I should say Little Red Riding Hood. As I remember it, I did wear a red beret! With just exactly twenty dollars in the! pocket of the old tweed coat—butj with all of my bills paid, and the homestead still unmortgaged. You didn’t know, did you, that I am a landowner? That I, whose knees shall be known to posterity, am the possessor of an estate!” The man with the Vandyke beard reached, through the cloud of his pipe smoke, for her hand— which Ellen carefully removed from his vicinity. He shrugged, and reached instead for the glass that stood at his elbow. "For such a red hot, red capped little person,” he said "you’re start lingly chill! Know that, Ellen? A,” he laughed, quite alone, at his pun, "a Church—and why should a church need fortifications?—with battlements and moats and a draw bridge!” One of the two other girls was speaking. "Shut up, Sandy,” she said. "You’re just about as funny as a wake! Say, Ellen,” her voice was shrill, "why don’t you throw a party up at your place, some week end? The crowd of us could make, perfectly swell whoopee.” If a shadow crept across the care fully rouged little face of Ellen Church, she veiled that shadow with a slim, raised hand. Her ans wer came with almost too much nonchalance. "I haven’t been near the place,” she said, "since I turned the key in the lock and went out into the storm, with neither a wedding ring nor a baby. I’d have to have con siderable of a weekend—and I mean my head!—to take you all up there. Why,” even at twenty Ellen could not quite control the sudden tremor in her voice, "Why, the place is full of ghosts. . . The man with the Vandyke beard puffed away in silence for a moment. "You were telling your life story,” he reminded Ellen, at last. "Not that it’s such a whale of a story, at that. There hasn’t been a starvation, or a temptation, or a ruination, yet.” "And,” the tremor had quite gone from Ellen’s voice, "there won’t be, either. Not while the old brain sits firmly just above the well known shoulders. Well, to make a short story long, I got in touch with the only soul I knew, believe it or not, in New York. A person who had sold my mother’s work. Sort of an art agent, you under stand. Mother—she did all of her selling second hand, she wouldn t see art editors herself. You have to be pretty swell,” there was a note of pride, a defensive sort of pride, in Ellen’s voice, "to sell your stuff that way! But anyhow,” the pride was gone from her voice, now, "anyhow, I went to this agent and asked her advice. And she tried to help. 'Perhaps you’d better be an artist,’ she said. 'It’s in your blood.’ But it’s left out of my fingers,’ I told her. 'Well, what can you do?’ she asked me. And I said, 'I’m a regular wow at posing.’ ” A man without a beard and for that reason some years older than the Vandyke one, spoke. "And so you are!” he told Ellen. "I never knew anyone who could catch an idea the way you do. I wish to heaven I could keep you busy all the time. Not that I wouldn’t be afraid to have you in the studio all the time—” Ellen shrugged. "I don’t eat artists,” she said, "not even raw ones like Sandy, here; not even good ones like you!” One of the girls laughed. It was a sharp laugh, rather. _ ^ _ _ . C . 1 . a 1 X ill HV/1 3UU. LllctL, Jilt told Ellen. "I’d say, for all your wide-eyes and your raised eyebrows, that you were a regular man-eater. You have a come-on game—” "That,” interrupted the man called Sandy, "that doesn’t come anywhere! Ellen’s come-on game somehow always fails to arrive!” Ellen laughed ever so slightly, and surveyed her guests through the low hanging haze of their to bacco smoke. The two girls? They —she admitted it, in her mind— weren’t important. Just models like herself. With stagey names be hind which they hid their own commonplace labels. Gay Vardon —the shorter one, with the angelic face framed in red hair. She was in demand for magazine covers, Gay. Her innocent eyes were a guarantee • 1 — --- I Even at twenty Ellen couldn t quite control the sudden tremor in her voice. ! on any periodical of its faith with the public. Claire Tremaine—the tall, willowy one, who posed for fashion work. Who with her bone less, curveless figure was just a little passe iri this new age of fash ion elegance. They weren’t of much import ance, these two. Just white of egg, beaten to a stiff froth. Not a great deal of substance, or norishment, there! Sandy Mackintosh? Somehow, al though his work sold readily, al- 1 though he had a real flair for ex pression, he belonged with the two girls, Ellen told herself. His essays at love-making always bordered on the comic, for her. He was always ready to put her into one of his careless, charming illustrations, however, always ready to buy her a dinner at some place where the food was good, and the lights were low, and there was wine for the asking. The older man, Dick Alven, He wasn’t a lightweight! He didn’t de pend upon charm to put his draw ings over. He didn’t even care, al ways, that his paintings would in terest dealers—rather than sell them! Ellen, her gaze creeping about the room, felt a thrill of [affection as her eyes rested upon his face. For it was to Dick that she had first gone, quite by chance, in her quest for work. A slim, frightened child, in a scarlet cap and an unfashionable topcoat, she had come knocking at his studio door. And he with curiqsity writ ten in every line of his face, had let her into the square, somber room in which he painted. 50 you want to poser ne naa questioned. "I fancy, from your looks, that you’ve just run away from school, with an old copy of 'The Common Law’ tucked into your pocket. Well, I do need a model. But you’ll find it hard, un romantic work!” Ellen had answered haughily, to cover the shiver in her heart, the quake in her soul. "I’ve posed all my life,” she told him. "I know it’s not easy. But I’m used to it!” Dick Alven’s practiced, oddly personal yet oddly impersonal gaze had run the length of her slender body. He sighed. "You’re such a kid,” he told her. "Do you pose for the figure?” Ellen felt the blood mounting into her cheeks, pounding into her temples. But she answered with a certain doggedness. "I have, of course, posed that way,” she said. "I can, if there’s no other work to be had. But I’d rather—not!” Dick Alven had laughed. "I thought that would scare you out,’ he said. "I’d know you for an amateur any day. Who’ve you pos ed for you little bluffer?” Ellen’s head was high. The blood had receded from her cheeks. "I posed for Mrs. Church,” she said. '^You must have seen he^ work. She specialized in drawings of children. Of young girls. She,” Ellen’s lips all at once were quiver ing; all at once the tears stood, roundly, in her eyes, "she was—my mother!” Dick Alven, with a certain mute astonishment, had watched the tears spill over on to the pale cheeks. He had given himself a little shake, and had closed the studio door. "Make yourself at home,” he told Ellen "I’ve an order for a sort of Kate Greenway mural, to dress up a halfbaked, junior league; inspired children’s theatre. I can! use you plenty.” And so Ellen entered the studio, and buttoned herself into a high • i__i_i _r | VV aiJtVU) L/l UC UIUJ11U U1 VJJ) and started out upon her career as a professional model. It was as easy as that! Under Dick’s tutelage, i which almost amounted to chaper |onage, she met other artists, se cured other work. It was getting late. The cigarette smoke was rising toward the ceiling of the room. As soon as the bunch left, Ellen thought, she would fling up the window—and make the room sweet again. "I think,” she called now to the corner in which Gay and Sandy were sitting, very close, "that you’d better clear out. I’m working to morrow, and I’m starting early.” Sandy eyed her reproachfully. "Women,” he said, "they’re all alike. Just puppies in mangers. El-1 len won’t let me touch her hand. But the moment I seek any consola tion in Gay, she throws me out. Jealous cat, I call her!” Claire rose lithely from her place on the cushioned day bed. She stretched as a slim, lazy panther stretches. Nobody had been mak ing love to Claire. "I’m readv to blow,” she said. "This party hasn’t been what you’d call a wow for excitement. The story of Ellen’s past is too blame less to make what might be known as a hectic evening. See me home, Dick?” there was a slightly eager note in her drawling voice. "You go my way!” But Dick, slowly, was shaking his head. "I’m staying on here, for a bit, after the rest of you leave,” he told her. "I want to talk with El len. I’m the guy she’s working for tomorrow. We’re starting on that Indian thing—and I want to talk to her about costumes.” Sandy, rising, had dragged the liminutive Gay to her feet. "We’ll drop you at your shanty, Dlaire,” he said. "That is, if you’re •eally afraid to venture out alone )n the sidewalks of New York!” Claire shrugged. "Fd suspect you, Ellen,” she said, is she pulled the season’s smartest iiat over her beautifully arranged hair, "only it’s hard to suspect any ane with milk—frozen-milk—in "Make yourself at home,” he told Ellen. her veins! I don’t doubt,” there was a queer note of almost envy in her voice, " that you and Dick will really talk about costumes.” Ellen tried, very hard, to copy] the spirit of Claire’s shrug. "Be that,” she said, "as it may!” Then they were gone, the three of them. Clattering down the un carpeted stairs. Sandy laughing— Gay’s shirll giggle echoing his mirth. "They’re laughing about me,” Ellen told Dick, and her tone was tranquil. "They think I’m some thing from another planet. That I have six toes on each foot, and they’re webbed . You tell ’em dif ferent, Dick. You’ve seen my feet » But Dick was staring at her strangely, through the drifting smoke, most of which he was now creating, himself. "Sandy may laugh at you,” he said, "but he’s in love with you, Ellen.” Ellen, again, attempted the shrug. It was more of a success this time. "Oh—love!’ she said. Just that. Dick went on. "So,” he said evenly, "am I, fori that matter! I love you, Ellen, you know. Foolish, isn’t it?” Ellen agreed. "Yes, it is, rather,’ she said. "Be cause I have reason to suppose, Dick that love would stand for marri age, with you. You’re that sort Sandy? Possibly he isn’t. But—well, what would marriage with you mean, Dick? Figure it out, from my point of view. Only a new name, and a wedding ring. I’d work just as hard as I’m working now. I’d have the deuce of a lot more to worry about—babies, for instance. And I wouldn’t have lots of things that I have now, either.” Dick’s voice rasped just a little. It was a very nice voice when it didn’t have that grating note. "What, for instance?” he quest ioned. "Privacy, for'instance!” Ellen answered, trying to make her tone flippant. Dick was rising from his chair. His tall figure, despite his breadth of shoulder, gave the effect of i gauntness. He came swiftly across! the room and laid his hands, not too lightly, on Ellen’s shoulders. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Cotton Situation Before Adjustment Cotton farmers have learned that excessive supplies reduce the price of the staple and that elimination of the surplus tends to raise the price. "For that reason, the cotton ad justment program was designed to eliminate the cotton surplus so that a bale of cotton could have as large a purchasing power as it had in the base period of 1910-14,” says Charles A. Sheffield, assistant director and in charge of the Cot ton Adjustment program in North Carolina. "Studies made by government economists show that for five years prior to 1929, the annual gross in come from cotton and cotton-seed averaged slightly over $1,500,00, 000. In 1930, it was $750, 000, 000. In 1931, cotton farmers sold their 17-million bale crop for $528,000,000 including the seed. The crop of 1932 brought $431, 000,000. This shows how the value of the crop was first cut in half and the half further cut in half again. We know what this did in the cot ton South in standards of living, ability to buy and power to pay debts.” It is known that a part of this decrease in the value of the cotton crop came with the falling prices of the period but it is also a fact that the prices were further de pressed due to the mounting sur plus. Mr. Sheffield points out that consumption fell below production in 1929-30 and 1,800,000 bales were added to the surplus that year. In 1930-31 consumption fell still more and 2,600,000 additional bales were added to the surplus at the close of the year. The next year, the carry-over was further in creased by 4,100,000 bales. This brought the world carry-over Unit ed States cotton on August 1, 1932 up to 13 million bales. The crop of 1932 amounted to 13 million bales which gave a supply of 26 million bales for the season. With this large supply serving to depress the price, farmers could i not hope to have their normal pur chasing power. 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