Champ Fields, managing editor
of the Westhaven Clarion, tires
Tony Blake, but Barbara West
his secretary, intercedes. Tony
saves himself by scoring a news
beat and gets a raise in pay in
stead. Tony takes Barbara out to
dinner, and later ti a dance, he
tells her how much he loves her.
He proposes anil is accepted; then
leaves for New York. On his re
turn they decide to get married
and live in a flat which Tony has
been occupying—a rather dingy
place. They were to be married
the next afternoon.
Tony* laughed about it. “I al
waysfwait till everything in the
house gets dirty and then I hire
the janitor's wife to come up and
uig me- out,” he explained. “I like
the place mussed up a little. it
gets on your nerves, don’t you
think, having everything so nasty
”1 go in for being a little more
systematic,” Barbara confessed,
and added, dubiously, “I didn t
know you prepared^ your own
meals, Tony.”
“I don’t.” said Tony. “I coutdnt
bod water without scorching the
teakettle. If [ eat here I have the i
food sent over from the restau- i
raj5t ogi the next block. It's fun!
when people drop in to see you. I
Wet}!'ftsve bur friends over to I
dinner a lot after we’re married,
kid.”
'•[ expert so,” said Barbara.
At r party they gave for Tony
the crowd surrounded him and
began tA sing, “For he’s.a jolly
good fellow. Hank looked at Bar
bara and shrugged his shoulders.
Hank Was a big hulking fellow
with a homely rawboned face and
a protruding jaw. Barbara had
never comprehended what Tony
saw in him. but now she under
stood. He might be rough, but he
was innately kind.
That s why I didn’t want to see
Tony get married,” he said. “He's
just a big- overgrown kid: he likes
to he happy and he wants every
one else tr\ he. too. Anyway,” he
cleared his throat. "I’m for him,
right or wrong, and I'm for his
wi'e. You might hear Burt ip mind
”1 wili,” said Barbara, her lips
trembling.
Then Tony came and took her
arm. ’ >: the car, going home, he
kept s arm ‘‘out her. “It’s going
to In all right, isn't it. TonvY”
asked Barbara with a sob. “Isn’t
it?”
^ ou her! said Tony, kissing
her until it was impossible for her
to question it.
1 ony and Barbara intended to
go to the rectory Friday after
noon with n couple of witnesses
and make iheir vows before the
old clerg;. man who had known
Barbara a!! r.er life, hut everyone
from Tony's mother to < Ii’amp
* 1 uif wjf-n.
-•A/'u o:.i rv’t (io thi't, sai.;? Nora
Field-. T ’e her Husband, slip was
!oii(f i>t Barbara. Nora was also
t< ial o' Tony Sin.1 came down to
ther office quite often. She had
been a newspaper woman herself
before her marriage. "P'very.wom
an o ght to have a wedding to re
number for the res. of her life. '
she told Barbara firmly.
“Thank yon,'’ said Barbara, her
eyes misting. “But I couldn’t have
a wedding. There’s nobody to giye
‘Vfi’ look after that,' said No-1
ra. From Lhat point she took]
charge tof the proceedings. After
several telephone conversations
with Ton -’s mother, it was decid
ed that the wedding should take
place at the church on Friday af
ternoon at three o’clock, followed
by an informal lec-eption at Nora’s
Fh-unp:FieIds gave Barbara a
day off before the wedding. Nora
piped Rabbtifa shop for her trous
PMn Barbara was slightly pan
" hen she saw what iniiads it
’""de on her savings. She was
re worried than she eared to
'mn about the reckless manner
in which Tony was spending mon
He bought a new suit for the
w ddiug and a dashing new hat
i'd bo* ins is ted on buying Barbara
:nnm wedding ring ret with
d:
'!*' ' : eautiful'’ sighed Barbara
w r> ! '. showed it to her, “only
.pci. have done with a less
“v viO\“ said Tony squeezing
l\;.:.l: y. “\X£ muldn’t. You see it
g'.t-to-b>*t-you "for the rest of
yoj._i -.ii.fe, sugar.’’
' ufva ’ Fields insisted that Bar
in'-come ever to her house early
'in -bp morning of the wedding. “A
brum d '-n’t want to be alone in
i ' ghou e on her wedding
■ ’ - ■ Nora. "She needs some
’ ’ !—'.ke a fur-s over her.”
Tqny was in and out all morn
’’ n.-other and sisters were
r,v shortly before noon. His
mother had (lovehke gray eyes and
Wtd'e “air. She was wearing a lav
ender '!• dress and a small toque
Blade of violets. “How do you ao
n.v d tv’" and then added with a
little break in her voice. “lou
m . ; take good care of my son,
Barbara, lie's all I’ve got.”
I.ily was the born spinster—ar
gul- r, relf-sacrilicing and slavishly
drvoied to her half brother. The
lit lt> sister rad bronze curls and
dimples. She clung to Tony's arm
and smiled at Barbara.
After he had departed with his
ft'"'d'y. Nora looked at Barbara
and shrugged her shoulders. “No
wonder Tony’s spoiled,” she said.
“His womenfolk would like to cut
ycur throat.”
“I hope Tony’s people will like
me,” Barbara stammered. “i ve
never had a mother or sisters. It’s
going to be lovely, stepping into a
ready made family.”
Nora shook her head. “Don't
kid yourself darling. You ll always
be the intruder in that family
group. Any woman would wiio
married Tony.”
“I don't know why I Telt so
>anicky this morning,” faltered
Barbara. “It seems disloyal to
Tony.”
Nora laughed. “Wait till you see '
Tony at the altar. The groom al
ways waits till the last minute to
have buck-ague.” True to Nora's
nrophecy, Tony was as white as
his boutonnaire when Barbara met
him at the altar. His drawn face
was the first thing she beneldwhen
she entered the church on Champ
Fields’ arm.
“Here comes the bride,” chant
ed the organ’s sonorous voice.
Barbara saw Tony's mother
weeping as she passed. His sister
her eyes, but Nessa was displacing
Lily also had her handkerchief to
her and she forgot everything
forward and Tony came io meet
new hat. Then Barbara stepped
all her dimples beneath a brand
else. There was a white circle
about his mouth as if ne were
clenching his teeth. His knees
were trembling slightly.
“Dearly beloved,” began Ihe
old clergyman in measured accent
“we are gathered together to wit
ness the joining together cf this
man and this woman in nolv wed
lock.”
lony repeated his vows in a
husky voice, but very deliberately
as if he were weighing them care
fully. as if like Barbara he meant
to live up to them if it killed him.
Tony bent his head and kiss-:d
Barbara gently. His eyes were wet
She stared up at him, her lace
transfigured. The organ began io
nlay the recessional and Tony took
her arm. They went down me
aisle. People were smiling at them
from every pew. Then they were
in the vestibule outside. Tony put
his arm about Barbara and lifted
her off her feet. ‘‘Sweetheart, he
whispered.
Their lips met and it seemed to
Barbara that her heart was not
big enough to hold the thrill of
that moment, of being 'forty s wife
of being crushed in his arms and
kissed until they were both tremb
ling. “Oh, Tony, darling, darling, ’
she cried.
In the car, Tony leaned over
and kissed Barbara.“Have I told
you what a swell bride you make,
Mrs. Blake?" he asked, his eyes
shining. Barbara rested her cheek
against his and his arm tightened
about her.
“I love you, I love you: whis
pered Barbara.
“Me too. ’
“Say it, Tony. You never have
come right out and said so.
“All right," he said, "if you
don’t mind my blushes, here goes.
Mrs. Blake, I lo-^” but at that
moment the gang cought up with
‘hem, wildly blowing their horns,
so that it was impossible to hear
anything, and' the next moment
they arrived at Nora’s.
Nora had not expected so many
wedding guests. To do him justice
t was not Tony's fault that his
_ ride was left stranded on the side
.ties with his mother and his old
maid sister. He tried to take her
with him to the punch bowl. "Look
here," he said, “where’s my wife?
If I’m to drink a health, I’ll drink
hers."
But the gang thought it a tre
mendous joke to keep Tony sepa
rated from Barbara. Every time
he tried to go to her, somebody
got between them. She kept watch
ing her wrist watch. She and Tony
were going to drive down to As
bury Park for their honeymoon.
They were supposed to be there in
time for dinner, but Tony said
nothing about starting. He was
haiing a lot of fun. Hank Woods
organized a quartette. He insisted
on Tony singing tenor.
"Tony is so talented," murmur
ed his mother. “He really could
have made a tremendous success
on the stage.” The siTk in Mrs.
Blake’s dress was slightly faded
and one of the sleeves was frayed
though it had been painstakingly
darned so that it scarcely showed.
Tony did not mean to be selfish,
Barbara knew that. But she
thought he should be ashamed to
spend so much on other people,
when his mother needed things.
Paradoxically, it was not Tony
who disgraced himself at the re
ception, but Martin Fagg. Barba
ra would never have believed it.
Martin was not a drinking man,
and he was in no sense of the
word a buffoon. Yet he proceeded
to drink too much and except for j
Tony's intervention would have
made a distressing scenei Of
course Martin was not used to
champagne punch and he was bad
ly broken up over Barbara’s mar
riage. That explained his behavior
although Barbara felt that she
could never forgive him.
Martin declared he would nev
er get over her. He threatened to
knock Tony’s block off. Matin’s
voice grew louder and louder and
Barbara was horrified. People
were beginning to stare at his.
Barbara tried without success to
hush Martin up. She wished the
floor would open and swallow both
of them.
It was Tony who saved the sit
uation. “Now. now,’’ he said sooth
ingly to Martin, “you mustn’t feel
so desperate, old top. What you
need is a good night’s sleep. Ev
erything will look better in the
morning.” He coaxed Martin out
of the room and turned him over
to Hank Woods, who took him
home.
Tony was grinning when he came
back into the room. “One dead
soldier,” he said to Barbara. “It’s
a good thing I’m not jealous,
sugar,'’ Then he moved over and
caught her arm. “Time we were
going places, Mrs. Blake, don’t
you think?” he asked softly.
When he looked at her like that
Barbara’s doubts fell away from
her like ragged garments stripped
off by the wind. “Yes, Tony,” she
whispered.
He hurried Barbara toward the
door. Holding her in front of him
like a buckler, Tony strong-armed
his way through the crowd. “I’ll
be seeing you!” he sang out as he
pushed Barbara into the car and
climbed in beside her. In the con
fusion Barbara’s hat had got
pushed down over one eye and and
somebody had stepped on the toe
of her new gray pump.
Tony crossevd the river ten miles
south of town while the gang was
still waiting for him at the mum-1
cipal bridge. “That’s giving them
the .'lip, isn't it, Mrs. Blake?’ he
asked, smiling down at her. He
drew up beside the road and gent - j
ly straightened her hat. He got
down and rubbed the soiled place
Off her shoe. He kissed the tears
from her lashes. “You'll get used
to them, honey,” he said.
“I’ll like your friends if it kills
me, Tony,” she whispered tremu
lously.
Ho grinned at her. “Attagirl.”
“Because—because you love me
faltered Barbara. You—you do
love me, don’t you, Tony?”
“You’re darned right!” ex
claimed Tony huskily.
Barbara was to have one per
fect thing in her life; those two
days which she and Tony spent
alone together on their honey
moon. Days when they climbed the
peaks of rapture and dwelt there
intimately with ecstasy, while time
stood still and nothing existed ex
cept [he light in each other’s eyes
and the shy inarticulate things
they brought themselves to con
fess.
“Sure I love you." whispered
Tony, holding her close. “I never
dreamed it was like this, Barbara,
loving someone the way I love
you.”
(TO BE CONTINUED
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FASCISTS
This correspondent stood on a
street corner the other night am
ong a group of other hopeful bus
passengers. It was one of those
horrible nights when the ther
mometer stood at 15 above and
the wind and snow ma&e it feel
like the same figure below. Oppo
site was one of New Vork city s
great hotels; and from the en
trance were streaming men anu
women in evening clothes.
A lady in the group in which
this writer stood and froze remar
ked, with a strong foreign accent:
'•"Look at those blank blank mil
lionaires. They don’t even know a
war's going on—or give a blank:
They’re just a bunch ot blank
blank Fascists!’’
Now someone had given this
writer a ticket for the event across
the way, and that ticket had cost
just exactly $25. It was a concert
and its purpose was to raise funds
with which to purchase desperately
needed food and medical supplies
for the half starved children ot
one of our Allies. The artist, who
usually gets a couple of thousand
dollars for his appearances had do
nated his services. Something ov
er $15,000 was raised we undei
stand, and most of this had al
ready been spent to catch a ship
which was sailing the night beioie
the concert..
The audience was composed
mostly of weil-to-do Americans
with a sprinkling of foreign refu
gees—one of whom is said to nave
given most of the money he was
able to bring here to help his na
tive land. There was a prominent
"Jewish banker who had chucked
his big salary when he went into
the war and was wearing nimseit
to a shadow working for his coun
try at one dollar per year. There
were others there of this villainous
banking fraternity who were do
ing the same thing. There was a
rich dressmaker who is giving
away more than she earns to the
war effort; and there were many
others just as sacrificing. There
were quite a few members of the
armed forces who—having seen
with their own eyes some of the
suffering abroad—were digging in
to their “leave” money to help.
There were young — and not so
young—women, in uniform, who
were holding down hard, steady,
unpaid war jobs — like -Nurses
Aids, etc.
There were five or six hundred
good patriots at that concei t; and
it is safe to say that not one ot
them but was giving something
or everything— to help our coun
try in time of crisis. There were
those who have given sons aiready
and there were others who win
join this noble rank.
The writer knows what he u
talking about because he has pi r
sonal knowledge of what a lew ot
these peopleware doing, and anoth
er newspaper man who was there
gave him the "low down ’ on most
of the rest.
Why can t a person make a suc
cess out of life in the great city of
New York without being cursed '
After all, that’s what we came ov
er here for—so we could make a
success if we had the energy and
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AGE FOR MAKE-UP
Most parents are aware that lip
stick is the first make-up their
daughters will want to use, but
few' are willing to admit that the
time has arrived for their daugh
ters to have rouged lips. It just
doesn’t seem possible that their
Jane or Rosemary is that grown.
And as for father, it is often
quite a shock to him to see his
daughter for the first time with
“that stuff”, as he calls it, on her
lips. So we thought it might help
prepare you for this inevitable
urge on the part of young gills to
have a lipstick of their own to
make a survey of the age at which
girls nowadays begin to use lip
rouge. We discovered that
13 is the average age. A lew who
answered the questionnaire began
using lipstick at 12 and quite a
number waited until they were 14
and 15—but 13 was the average
And since adolescents try to look
as much like each other as possi
ble, you see what your daughter
is up against if you refuse to let
her use lipstick until she reaches
wlfct was in your girlhood a
proper age!
Believe it or not, there are
a number of perfectly good
retioni for this earlier use of
makeup. One is, that today i
cosmetics are, almost without
exception, pure-—they hast- to
be to get by the drug ard
cosmetics laws. Then we have
found that a little makeup ac
tually protects the skin—you
rarely see cheeks roughened
from weather or chapped lips
such as used to be a common
sight among teen-agers.
We have leurnect mat bright
lips help a teen-ager through the
awkward years between the early
and late teens. They not only give
her confidence but they make her
look healthier and more alive. Ob
serve a group ol teen-age girls,
only one of whom has unrouged
lips. Despite the well meant et
forts of this girl s mother to keep
her a child, the chances are she
has succeeded only in making her
daughter look anemic among her
more vivid roommates I
But all this doesn't mean that a
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blows out the candles on tier birth
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handles a brush easily, so have
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