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By MAR/E BL/ZARD
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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
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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
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“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)
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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
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th« nap. Press the binding only,
using a moderate iron over a
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