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PAGE SIX ffyZ '&<%/> (/or//a By MAR/E BL/ZARD — COPYRIGHT; RELEASED BV CENTRAL PKSSS ASM>CIATI<IN JfE.ID THIS FIRST: 1 Joun Spencer, school teacher in a tmall town, is shocked to learn from her married sister. Dorothy, with whom She live*, xn<n x rrrp nan Win sloe, a young physician practicing in 'New York, has announced his en gagement. 0 She and Win had ex pected to be married. By a mistake, Joan received a letter from Julian Sloane . noted playwright, granting her an interview for a secretariat position. When school closes, Joan drives to Sloane's luxurious summer home for the interview. Joan finds she has arrived in the middle of a house party. Sloane is absent but his guests make her welcome. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORYJ CHAPTER 5 JOAN. IN the next half hour, ac complished one of the most difficult of social tricks —she made herself feel that she belonged. School teacher, catching a moment of glamor, amid the company of a Hollywood director, a popular radio comedienne, a fa mous dramatic critic, a nationally known writer and others of their dis tinguished ilk, she might be 111 at ease, but Joan had an ease in her spirit that made graceful for her what many another girl In her place might have found impossible. It’s difficult • enough for any stranger to adapt herself immediately to a social situation and it was dou bly difficult under the circumstances in which Joan had found herself. All right, she started out for an adventure, hoping that a luncheon might be its high spot, so why not make the most of it? It was all such fun. her compan ions were so simple and spon taneous. And Joan was young and pretty. She gave herself up to en joying the moment. There would be plenty of difficulties later she had no doubt. But could she be blamed If they had insisted on her staying with them, playing with them? She didn’t know and she didn’t care, she thought, swimming the length of the pool with easy strokes. The water cooled and caressed her body. The wide, blue sky above, the deepening greens of the lawns and trees that me* her eyes, filled them with pleasure. And the gay laughter, the lazj contentedness of people enjoying themselves, paradoxically, relaxed and lifted her spirits. She knew that even though she lacked the glamor of their back grounds, she was welcome, attractive, and could enter into the play and add te ft. And in the midst of these pleasant thoughts, the fast graying vision of Julian Sloane Intruded it self. What would he think of all this? “What’s he like?" she asked, •peaking her thoughts aloud to "the walrus in pink pants", Monty Griest. “Who?" he asked lazily. “Mr. Sloane." “Julian? Oh, I dunno”—and then suddenly—“ Don’t you know him?” “No. I came ..." “You’ll like him. Odd. Had to go to New York. How about a drink of something?” € Joan guessed she’d have to ask someone else because she was be ginning to feel that she had to lrnow something about Sloane to get the uneasiness out of her mind. But how was she to find out anything when, apparently, no one thought it at all strange that a girl who didn’t even know their host, was part of their party. “For the twenty-seventh and last time, are we or aren’t we going to Plsy my game?" Gracie Turner shouted. And for the next half hour Joan had something else to think about in the strenuous tennis-water polo game Gracie had invented. When at last they had finished the ridiculous, strenuous game and were seated, dripping, on the edge of the pool, drying in the dappled sunlight, Joan made another try. ’Ts Mr*Sloane like all the rest of you?” she asked Franclnc Trippler. “Good Lordy, no! Julian Is dis gustingly successful. Sometimes he writes beautiful stuff, and sometimes it’s tripe, but he sells everything while the rest of us poor beggars star\e. But Ido think be has some thing terribly good in ‘Breakage’ ! don’t you?” “Listen.” Joan studied her slim foot ’ Saccharin Is Found Not Harmful for Sweetening Ay LOGAN CLENDENING, M. D. "IS THERE ANY objection to the uee of saccharin to replace sugar over a long period cf time?" writes a correspond ent. No, accord ing to everyone who has made a careful study of the subject. Most of the ob jec 11 on s are based on opin ion. S a c c h a rln comes from a Brazilian plant. Chemically it Is the anhydride of ortho-sul phamido - ben- Dr. Clendening zoic acid. It is 300 to 500 tifnea sweeter than ordinary table sugar. It was on ac count of this property, brought Into general use as a substitute for sugar In the diet of diabetes and obesity. It also was introduced into com mercial food manufacturing, espe cially in England, because it takes bo little to sweeten a sample of canned goods. Considerable indigna tion was expressed at this time (20 or more years ago) in the house of commons at this practice, and charges were made that it had dele terious effects on the body if taken in large quantities. This is evidently where the idea originated. Claims Investigated But the claims were thoroughly investigated, with the following re sults: One patient was reported who had taken seven to eight grains of sac- morning,” ho said. and went on grimly, “I wasn’t talk ing about what he’s written. I just wanted to know what he’s like. Look here, I never saw the man, I don’t know anything about him. I have no business being here. I’m not an actress, a writer or a debu tante. I came over to see him about a job. and well . . Joan waited anxiously. “Why, that’s simply swell. I must put It In a story. And what a break for Alex.” “Alex?” Joan felt she was slightly awhirl. She expected the other girl to turn a cold shoulder to her dis closures but if everything seemed to be all right, Joan was no girl to try to prove it wrong. “Alex Garrity. Gorgeous, the lad who Introduced you. He has just done the music for ‘New Forms’. Terribly clever and terribly bored with all of us. He used to like Gracie until she went stupid for money. He likes you, I can see that." Francine slid back into the water. Joan lay back on the warm con crete and closed her eyea A girl had to take time out to think. She’d never met any people before who were so simple and easy to be with. Then she wished that she didn’t have to go back and get in the Rattle brain for the trying trip back to Blakeville. “Do we lunch here or are we be ing polite and dressing?” someone called and was immediately downed with a shout of protest. “I’m never going to get dressed again as long as I live." Verna Delaney screamed. “Oh yes, you are, my beautiful,” her husband informed her. “We’re all going over to the Fairfield club to look over the Rogers’ nags and, meanwhile, we’re lunching right here.” Luncheon, Joan thought, was more story book than all the other things that had happened to her. There were things she hadn’t thought of in all her imagination. They lunched from the wheeled carts Kobi, the Japanese butler, brought to the pool. Delicious concoctions of chicken hash and hot crab meat in a sauce that tasted like warm Russian dress ing served in clam shells. And there were huge wooden bowls of all the green things that go to making a salad, served with aged cheese, a memory to last forever. And Joan was treasuring up these things to remember forever against a day when she would need happy things to remember. It was after three when Gracie led the way to the house, warning charin a day for 15 years with no bad symptoms or effects. As an experiment, two men were given 25 grains daily for over four weeks. Their food contained no su gar whatever. This is about ten times the average daily dose ordinar ily taken by the diabetic or over weight patient- There were no ill effects. The most that can be said is that when very large doses are ingested, stomach irritation, nausea and head aches result. But this is in much larger doses than are ordinarily used. To many people, the taste is not pleasant or even sweet, but bitter. And when too much is used the after taste is almost inevitably bitter. It is always well to use too littl* rather than too much, simply for the palate’s sake. An advantage recently Introduced in its use is that it can be obtained in pulverized form. Formerly it was only to be had in the form of tab lets. When used in cooking it should be added only at the very last min ute, because prolonged heating makeß i it bitter. QUESTIONS FROM READERS W. D. L.: “Please tell me how long before medical tablets lose their original strength if they remain in aVorked bottle, protected from tha light. I have about 75 five-grain Empirlne tablets.'* Answer: Very few medicines lose their strength if kept In a dry state under the conditions whtch you men tion—l. e., corked bottle, protected from light- The Empirlne tablets i would keep almost indefinitely In this wear. HENDERSON, (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH, SATURDAY, MAY 30, 1936 them all that they must be In West port before four, and to* dress Quickly. Joan hated the idea of put ting on her crumbled blue linen and starting the lonesome trip back. When she was dressed again in the frock that appeared miraculously fresh since Kobi had seen to Its pressing, and the panama firmly, if unhappily, perched on her head, she found Gracie Turner waiting for her in the hall. “You’re driving over with Alex and me, you minx—to steal him front un der my eyes.” Gracie took her arm. "Thanks awfully, but I can’t I’vo got to go back now.” and then she told Gracie all about the whole thin*, with reservations. She let Grade think that she was actually looking for a job. “I’m terribly sorry Julian wasn’t here today but he will be here to morrow and if he hears we let you go, he’ll be furious. Have you got a date for tonight? Or can’t you stay over and telephone home or some thing?” Gracie answered when she had finished. “Well . . Joan hesitated. After all, she had come to see Julian. “I guess I could do that.” “Swell. It’s all settled then. We’re going to have a very quiet evening. Dinner at the Hunt club and then we’ll come back here and fool around.” The first thing Joan did on Sun day morning when she opened her eyes was to sig-h. “Easy come, easy go,” she said philosophically and ran for the shower. On went her blue linen and the panama hat again. When Julian Sloane met - her, she wanted it understood that she was not presuming on his hospitality. There was no one astir when once more she went down the wide stair case. The hunger-tempting scent of coffee assailed her and mingled with it the scent of cigar smoke. She fol lowed the scent to the porch. Then she was no longer alone. The lone figure of Julian Sloane stood poised on the lower step. In one quick glance she saw the careless grace with which he wore his rough tweeds, the faultlessness of his linen, the slight silver at his temples, the bronze of his features and the searching In his deep eyes. “Good morning,” he said. V Joan labeled his voice “nice”. “You must be Miss Spencer, and why are you wearing your hat?” In that moment Joan knew that she’d have to make it up to Jane Spencer some other way; she wanted to be Julian Sloane’s secretary. Six* v.anted to know this man. (TO BE CONTINUED) Landon’s Floor Boss Sjjp Bilk Representative J. W. Martin, Jr. Management of the interests of Gov. Alfred M. Landon of Kansas on the floor of the Republican national convention will be in the hands of Representative Joseph W. Martin, Jr., of Massachusetts, above. The convention opens in Cleveland on June 9. Central Pre m By MAR/E BL/ZARD * ■ RELEASED BY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION * READ THIS FIRST: Joan Spencer, school teacher in a small town, is shocked to learn from her married sister. Dorothy, icith u-hom she lives, that Stephan Win sloe, a young physician practicing in New York, has announced his en gagement. She and Win had ex pected to be married. By a mistake, Joan received a letter from Julian Sloane, noted playwright, granting her an interview for a secretarial position. When school closes, Joan drives to Sloane's luxurious summer home for the interview. Joan finds she has arrived in the middle of a house party. Sloane is absent but his guests make her welcome. After a gay time at Sloane’s party, Joan finally meets her host who lias been detained in New York. <NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 6 UNCONSCIOUSLY Joan found herself taking off her hat. Her eyes stayed on Julian’s face as she ad vanced to take his hand. She searched for and found something in his mouth that she liked. Joan rested her judgment on the revealing lines of a man’s mouth. SJie knew from his that his smile was ready but slow and that was an indication of the character of the man. “I am Miss Spencer,” she said and added quickly, “Joan Spencer.” “Yes, I know," he said to Joan’s perplexity, “and you -haven’t had breakfast. Neither have I but I heard you moving about upstairs and I thought we might have it on the terrace.” As he spoke, he moved along beside her. “The others are lazy-bones and won’t be up until noon. I hope they’ve made you comfortable." “Oh, quite." Joan was surprised to hear her voice tremble slightly. “Please forgive me for not being here when you came. I had to run down to see my agent quite unex pectedly." “Please forgive me for staying.” Joan said, feeling exceedingly foolish. “I should have been terribly disap pointed if you hadn’t." he said and Joan felt as though they were play ing Act I of a Noel Coward farce. “About the position . . .” Joan started when" they had finished their Iced tomato juice. “Do you particularly want to talk about it at breakfast?" Julian asked with a slight smile and the merest lifting of his eyebrows in what Joan would have called a whimsical man ner if any sort of whimsy hadn’t been beneath her notice. “Get a grip on yourself," she warned herself, and then, speaking •loud: “Not in the least if you don’t, but I thought you might.” “Try a bit of this omelet I warn you it’s filled with chives and I hope you don’t mind.” He uncovered a silver dish. “I adore them," she said. “In fact, I’m not above equally adoring onions.” She 1 helped herself to a generous portion. “You are woman after my own heart.” He put down his silver and studied her across folded arms. “You probably like corned beef and cab bage and Irish stew?” “No Irish stew.” she said firmly. “Very well, no Irish stew.” He picked up his fork and laid it aside again. “How about sauerkraut and sparerlbs?” He waited anxiously for her answer. Joan pondered thoughtfully for a long time. " “Yes, I think so, on very cold nights. I also like warm woolen socks In bed in the winter and ice cream cones on very hot days.” “There! I knew that if I ever saw • sensible woman I would recognize her.” “But you mustn’t misunderstand me. I also have exotic tastes.” Joan was really having a perfectly lovely time. “You like the nineteenth century poets, mink coats and Katherine Cornell,” he accused. “No,” she said. “I like ... I like yes, I do like nineteenth century poets. Is that wrong?” “Definitely no! I’ve known 4,000 women who’v* said tb*y liked nine Death Toll Mounts in Jersey’s Hundred-Mile Forest Fire co * umns smoke curl upward as roaring flames devour the southern New Jersey pin® belt near Tuckerton, destroying everything in uieir path. Early repoxtgjMt the death toU at five, with a score missing. “About the position . . teenth century poets but they couldn’t name them.” He poured fresh coffee for Joan who hadn’t the least idea what it tasted like between her delight and her dread of the mo ment when she must end this chat ter and tell him the truth. “So you think you do? Then quote me the line that follows that most beautiful line, ‘Forlorn, the word is like a bell . . ” “. . . tolling me back to my sole self.” Joan finished it. “You do know it! That settles it. You are engaged. Miss Spencer. I can see now that I cannot get along without you.” He offered her a cig aret. “Oh, but I can’t accept,” she said quickly now that the moment had arrived. “The cigaret?” he asked blandly. “No, the job, Mr. Sloane. I must tell you the truth. I am not . . .” “Jane Spencer?” he asked and she saw his broad smile for the first time. She swallowed hard, unable to speak. “I know, you’re Joan Spencer.” “Yes, but how did you know?' I really ... I didn’t mean ... I mean I did. . . .” Joan was enveloped in embarrassment. “Please, don’t be uncomfortable I know because Jane Spencer had sent me her telephone number and when I called to tell her I would not be here yesterday, she told me that she had found another position.” “Oh!” That monosyllable was all that Joan could manage. “Os course you can take dictation?” he asked pleasantly'. “Yes . . . yes, of course.” she an swered weakly. “But do you mean that you . . . after all this ... I mean. . . .” “Do you mean, will I take on Jane Spencer’s . . . er . . . substitute? Yes, if you want the job.”- “I do.” She regretted the haste with which the little words tumbled together. “Good. Suppose you tell me some thing about yourself and then w r e’ll do something less burdensome.” “I’m a school teacher but I worked my way through school typing all sorts of things for the profs and I’ve kept up my stenography.” That seemed to be all there was to say. “Fine, you’ll come with a fresh point of view. The hours may throw you. I work erratically. Sometimes it’s early in the morning and some times it is all night but you’ l * have plenty of freedom. I shall expect you to stay here.” Then arrested by something in Joan’s face, he added: “I have a housekeeper who will re lieve you of any of the domestic duties secretaries sometimes antici pate. We’ll be out here until Octo ber and then we’ll go into town.” “Go into town?” Joan asked fool ishly'. She simply- couldn’t make sense. “Please don’t misunderstand. I’ll give you plenty of notice when I’m going to work and so you'll be quite free. The salary, by the way, is S2OO a month. I hope it’s satisfactory?” “Very.” Joan was in it now. No more little Buddy Johnsons w-ith dripping noses and retarded develop ments. No more dusty school rooms. No more Blakeville bridge parties, “kitchen showers”. No more endless days and lonely nights. No more nights like these last three weeks without any future with Win to think of. Something smote her deep within then and her blue eyes shaded to violet The swift shadow was not lost on Julian Sloane. “Er . . . you aren’t engaged or married ?” "Neither," she answered shortly. “I have no entanglements of any kind.” And neither had she. On S2OO a month she could send a little to Dorothy to make up for the loss of her “board”. “Good. Then it’s all settled. Can you start tomorrow?” “Yes,” she answered Immediately, “but that means I’ve got to leave immediately because I must drive over to Blakeville.” “You’ll see the others again,” Julian said to her before he went around to the garage to order her car. “Hello, how’s my rival this morn ing?*’ It was Gracie Turner at her side. “Simply swell this morning. P. S.— She got the job! I’m going to be Mr. Sloane’s secretary.” She had to pass her happiness on. “Phew! Really? I think that’s grand. I suppose you know one of your duties will be keeping the gals off? And I wonder what Sheila will think of Julian’s having a beautiful secretary.” Driving over the dusty road, Joan thought of Grade’s little speech with mingled emotions. No one had ever called her beautiful before. And who was Sheila? Joan was soon to find that out. (TO BE CONTINUED) In the inset Peter Campbell, of Yonkers, N. Y., is giving first aid to James Devine, of Newark, N. J., after they had searched for hours tor the bodies of two missing fellow C.QC wojrkera, (Central Pres** CONTRACT' * BRIDGE a WRITTEN FOR CENTRA*. PRESS By £. V. SHEPARD MOST UNEXPECTED RESUI T , OUTSIDE THE ranks of the pro. sessional and semi-professional brides Players there will be found few r.P.t ers more able than Mr. Charles K, i‘ Knickerbocker Whist club Re is-one of the most charming partner" to be found anywhere. 1 have to see him annoyed or outwardly aZ turbed at any happening at the tab's which I assure you ,» „„ The unexpected result of the follow, mg deal appealed so to Mr Kin-'s sense of humor that he gave me tL hand, with the interesting details ot tli« result. ♦ 10 8 7 4 VJ 10 3 ♦KJ 8 7 ia q 8 6 nvn tliw S •*! ♦95 3 2 ♦ None o A T *KQ97 L^-J * J 6 5 3 ♦ KQ J 3 ¥6 ♦ A Q 10 6 4 *A 10 2 Mr. King sat South and dealt. Bid ding went: South, 1-Diamond; West 1-Heart; South, 1-Spade; West, 3- Clubs, to show his great strength- North, 3-Diamonds; West, 3-Hearts- North, 4-Spades; West, 5-Hearts, trusting partner to shift to the minor make, if he preferred; North. 5. Spades; West, 6-Hearts, which Soutn doubled. With three and one-halt quick tricks, and partner supporting, while East persistently had declined to assist the double appeared to he a very promising investment. The 4 of spades was led. Declar er’s lone Ace won. The 5 of clubs tvas led back and dummy’s singleton J went to doubler’s Ace. The open ing lead showed declarer void of spades, but it could do no harm to ruff him, so the K of spades was led by South. West ruffed with the 2. The next three tricks were taken with declarer’s Ace of hearts, lummy’s K and declarer’s Q of that same suit, cleaning up opposing trumps and leaving a single heart in dummy and one in declarer's hand. Somehow the double did not appear so good as when it was made. De clarer had won five of the first six tricks taken, but probably a minor suit trick or so might still be won by defenders. That may have been the last hope of the doubler and his partner. But that was not to be. Two rounds of winning clubs took out the last card of that suit held by the doubler, leaving the rest of de clarer’s clubs long, with no losers in other suits. Mr. King had a real surprise on the outcome of that deal. Well as Mr. King plays, with four spades and four diamonds in East’s hand, the Ace of spades held by West, and ability to force two ruffs from the South hand; had either member cf the doubling side elected to play a small slam a:, diamonds or spades, the path would have been both ciiih-ult ua J expensive Wife Preservers When your blanket is clean and dry, use a soft brush to bring up th« nap. Press the binding only, using a moderate iron over a damp cloth.
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