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CHAPTER VI—Continued —10— “Please, Dad,” she said breath t *essly, teetering on the running* board of the car, "will you take me to Mary Lillian Patton’s house on your way to wherever you’re go ing?” “Hop in,” her father invited. ' Susan looked at Jirh. “In front?” she asked. •‘Why not?” Mr. Vaughn opened the door. "There’s plenty of room.” Susan settled herself between her father and Jim. The sedan rolled down the drive. "Somebody looks very nice this morning,” Mr. Vaughn remarked. “Don’t you think so, Jim?" "Swell!” Jim saw Susan’s face in the mirror attached to the wind shield. It was as pink as a carna tion under the brim of a leghorn hat. “Cecily had better watch out,” Mr. Vaughn continued. “Looks as though we may have another beau ty in the family.” r The carnation pink in the small mirrored face deepened to rose. Susan folded her hands primly over a rubber bag in her lap. “I’ve got my bathing suit,” she said both shy end pleased. "And a „ towel and some talcum powder.” “It’s a swimming party, is it?” Mr. Vaughn asked in a conversa tional tone. "Mary Lillian is having a birth day.” Susan expanded in the agree able and unaccustomed atmosphere of adult approbation. "I’ve got a present for her. It’s a book,” she dtded. “I thought you didn’t like Mary Lillian,” her father continued. “Didn’t you hide in the barn the ; v. last time she came to see you?” “I don’t like her,” Susan replied serenely. "She’s an awful baby and fraidy-cat. There’s going to be a wedding at her house, though, — , next month in September. I thought ^ I’d better be nice to Mary Lillian ' so that maybe I’d be invited.” ’* Mr. Vaughn laughed. “You’re growing up, Susie.” “I’d rather not be called Susie,” she said, with dignity. "Or Susan, either. My name is Sue. Here’s the gate, Jim. I could have walked only I might have ruined my slip pers." “Well, well, well!” marvelled Mr. Vaughn. The sedan turned Into the Patton place, followed a shaded drive to a pillared house of Georgian brick surrounded by gardens and lawns. Children were playing croquet on a , grass court at the side of the house, little girls in dainty dresses, boys in clean white linen. The party had just begun. Jim opened the door for Susan and handed her out with a flourish. s “You’d think she was a debu tante,” he said, as Jim returned to his place behind the wheel. “She isn’t a bad-looking child. The trans formation is amazing.” Mr. Vaughn glanced shrewdly at' Jim. “How did you do it?” “X?” Jim’s laiigh- disclaimed all' credit for,Susap’s reformation. “She’s certainly impressed by you,” Mr. Viiughn continued. “She tags after you like a shadow. I’d no idea she’d ever be interested in weddings and clothes.” “Susan is very feminine,” Jim said. “Her vanity is blossoming. It would have happened — some "time.” “And you had nothing to do with ft? Don’t be unduly modest, Jim. That’s no way to get on in the world.” "Oh, something, perhaps.” Jim was becoming increasingly embar rassed. “I like Sue.” "So do I. But I’ve never been itble to work the miracle. Went at ft the wrong way, I suppose. I’ve neglected the children,” he added soberly. "I’ve left them pretty much to schools and governesses. Work, the depression—I’ve not been with them, until this summer, con tinuously, that is. Tommy—Cecily •-Do you know anything about this Clyde chap?” he asked abruptly. “Cecily thinks she’s in love with *Cim.” The question caught Jim’s stray ing attention. Here was his oppor tunity to make a suggestion. This was the golden moment to present, *fts his own, the plan which Cecily bad devised. Mr. Vaughn was in a receptive-mood. He had only to (o about it tactfully. He let the moment pass into eternity. “No,” he said, and then, realiz ing that his reply was a little curt, “Nothing," he added, "except that k« writes very bad poetry. Do we ' turn here, sir? Is the place on the Cherry Hollow road?” Mr. Vaughn dismissed his fami ly and .fumed to the business at band. * . > ■ “This side of Cherry Hollow,” he paid. “Not far from here— a mile It's a property we’ve had to take over, a riding academy. We’ll sell it at public auction, I suppose, 11 anybody’s fool enough to make a bid. Another white ele phant” The abandoned riding academy appeared to be a white elephant of the most hopeless variety. The place, formerly a farm, was over grown with weeds and brambles and blackberry busb*s. “Pretty bad, isn’t it?” Vaughn said to Jim as they walked through the dim stable festooned with cob webs and Uttered with mouldy odds and ends of harness and rope and moth-eaten blankets and corn-cobs and fodder. “The land should be worth some thing,” Jim said. "Real estate doesn’t bring any thing in the present market,” Mr. Vaughn repUed. “No, we’U take a Ucking on this.” They came out into sunlight. Jim’s eyes moved over the weed grown oval in the meadow, the sag ging rail jumps, the house huddling forlornly under the low branched trees. “Was it ever a paying proposi tion?” he asked. “Yes,” Mr. Vaughn repUed. “Four or five years ago it was tre mendously successful.” “I should think it might have been,” Jim said musingly. “The lo cation is excellent. It’s only a mile from the Green Acres club and within a short distance of four towns, to say nothing of the country places around. What happened?” “The place changed hands. The last feUow who ran it hadn’t much initiative. I suppose it requires a certain amount of personaUty to make a success of a riding acade my. It’s like an inn or a road house. You have to cater to peo ple’s whims and crochets. The la dies especially must be pleased. Now, you—” Mr. Vaughn looked at Jim speculatively. “You have some of the qualifications. Do you think you could take over this place and make it-go?” Jim’s heart leapt. He steadied it with a prompt application of com mon-sense. Mr. Vaughn wasn’t in earnest. He was merely talking. “I’ve had no experience,” he re plied as casually as he could. "You know something about horses,” Mr. Vaughn persisted, de leiiuuig uib luuuci, aiatciucuw “Oh, something.” Mr. Vaughn's eyes twinkled. “MacPherson told me you brought ‘Lady’ through an attack of the colic the other night.” “It wasn’t bad. She was in fair shape when the vet arrived. I know c few simple remedies. There were horses on my uncle’s place.” “Where was that?" "Whitehall—out beyond Chestnut hilL” “The King place?” Mr. Vaughn asked quickly. “Yes, sir. I lived with my uncle. My parents died when I was • child." “MacPherson came from the ■King place’." “Yes, sir,”. Jim smiled. “So that’s the connection. “Hmmi" Mr! Vaughn looked thoughtful.-' **Wliat college?” ' “Princeton—'29- I’m one of the lost generation.” Mr. Vaughn made no reply. He stood, for a time, on the steps of the house looking over the prop erty with a minutely appraising scrutiny. Presently he walked to. the car. “All right,” he said. “Let’s go.” The short drive back to “Meadow brook” was accomplished in an al most unbroken silence. Once Mr. Vaughn roused from his absorption to ask, “Know anything about fox hunting?” and, some time later, he 'said in an ‘ abstracted voice, as though he was thinking aloud, “Horse • sense and personality. That’s the combination.” Jim would not let himself believe that Mr. Vaughn was considering the proposition he had mentioned so casually. But he thought of. it dur ing the afternoon, to the exclusion of Lenore’s house-party. He was silent at supper. He hadn’t much appetite. “What’s the matter, Jamie?” Mrs. MacPherson asked, disguising her concern in a simulated huff. “That’s short-cake, and you haven’t touched it.” “It’s swell,” Jim assured her. “Tm not hungry, that’s all.” Jim glanced at MapPherson. The lean, sandy Scot was regarding him with an expression which he did not understand. There was kindness in it, affection and prfde. The same expression puzzled him later, when Tommy came to the cottage to summon Jim to the house. . “What does Mr. Vaughn want with you, Jamie?" Mrs. MacPher son asked when Tommy had de livered his message and gone. “Wants to fire me, I guess.” Jim paused to answer the question on his way upstairs. "I doubt that," MacPherson said quietly, and it was then that Jim saw again the expression he no ticed at supper. Mr. Vaughn sat in the library in a haze of cigar smoke, making rap id Calculations on • pad on the desk before him. He glanced up as Jim entered the room. "Sit down,” he said cordially. "This is likely to be a long semion. Smoke, if you care to.” “Thank you." Jim sank into a leather chair and lit a cigarette. Mr. Vaughn came to the point with gratifying directness. "Do you think you can handle that riding academy?" he asked, watching Jim intently. Jim glanced up questioningly. To his surprise, Mr. Vaughn appeared to be in earnest. "I’d like to have a try at it,” he said. "Have you thought of it since this morning?” "All afternoon." Jim smiled a lit tle self-consciously. "I've been telephoning all after noon. I think it’i well worth taking a chance. The property wouldn't bring anything like its value at pub lic auction. This is a good time to put the place in order. Labor and materials are cheap. You can take charge of the repairs. There are masons and carpenters in the vil lage.” “How soon?” Jim managed to ask. “Immediately.” Mr. Vaughn’s tone was crisp and decisive. “We'll get it partially ready for the hunt ing this fall. There won’t be much business during the winter. By spring we’ll be all set.” Jim experienced a moment of panic. “I’m not sure,” he said doubtful ly. “I think I can do it I’m not unduly modest, a,s you suggested this morning. But I’ve had no ex perience — except with horses. You’re probably taking a chance.” “I know. But I think you can do it.” Mr. Vaughn was as delighted with the new project as a child with r Li w ■« »y»*/ -I Jim Drew His Chair Close to the Desk and the Two Flanged into Possible Figures. a new toy and proportionately ge nial. "I had a talk with MacPher son this afternoon and he agrees with me." That explained MacPherson’s ex pression. He wouldn’t have men tioned his conversation with Mr. Vaughn under a third degree grill ing. “There’s no doubt about your be ing competent to please the ladies." Mr. Vaughn went on, his eyes twin kling at ' Jim. “I never have any idea whether a young fellow is good lpoking or not but a straw vote in my almost entirely feminine house hold seems to settle.that question. You are, it appears, a cross be tween a .young Vising and the dis cus thrower with possibly just a touch qf that what’s-his-name in the movies who'plays society cow punchers and last summer’s life guard at Cape May. I mention this, in passing, because it’s likely to be an asset.” He opened a box on the desk, selected a fresh cigar, regarded it with a guilty expres sion. “I smoked my allotment for today,” he said irritably. “How do they expect me to talk business without a cigart” "They don’t,” Jim said, grateful for a change in the conversation. “That’s all poppy - cock!” Mr. Vaughn proved his point, to his own satisfaction, at least, by light ing the cigar. “I’m as well as I’ve ever been—or practically so,” he amended. “The first of September I’ll start going in to the office at least two mornings a week. You’re fired, Jim.” The fragrant smoke in creased his geniality. “You weren’t a bad secretary, though, except that your typing left much to be de sired. Now, see here—I have an idea—” Jim drew his chair close to the desk and the two plunged into pos sible figures and specifications. Jim, hesitant at first, found himself mak ing suggestions, even arguing a point with his employer, now and then, and in one instance, winning the final decision. He thought that Mr. Vaughn was pleased with his suggestions. Later Mr. Vaughn questioned Jim about his college career and talked of his own. They discussed fishing and baseball and the possible causes of the depression. “It’s a mathematical fact that panics occur In cycles," Mr. Vaughn expounded. And "A tarpon's the gamest fish in the sea—” Jim contributed. And “Good old Connie Mack hasn’t a chance of winning the pennant this year,” they both agreed. It was late when Jim, at last, rose to leave. Mr. Vaughn went with him to the door. ' "Don’t worry,” he said, "We’re both taking a chance on the thing." Jim wrung the hand he extended. "I’m awfully grateful," he said. *T»e tried to be casual about it but I don’t feel that way. I guess you know. It’s the first real break I’ve had.” CHAPTER Vn Jim, In a rosy glow of optimism, sprinted down the terrace steps at the side of the house and through the garden, taking a short-cut to the cottage. A figure detached itself from shadows. “Jim!” Cecily called, softly. He halted in the path beside the miniature fountain, one foot threat ening a clump of night-blooming stock. She came up to him, laugh ing. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. “Forward of me, isn’t it? It’s getting to be a habit.” Her voice was light, gay, excited. “I’ve nev er believed in victims caught in the tentacles of Habit. Maybe there’s something in it after all. Jim, what did he say?” Jim looked at her, mentally blink ing. “What did who say?” he asked. "Father. You’ve been with him all evening. Didn’t you drop a hint about Jerry? I thought that was probably why you were there.” Her hand, as light as a butterfly, touched the sleeve of his coat. “Wasn’t it? Didn’t you make a single help ful suggestion?” “Several^” Jim said. “But they weren’t about you and your Jere miah.” "Jeremiah! I loathe you! No I don’t. You’re teasing. You did, didn’t you, Jim?” “You’re a self-centered young la dy.” Jim found it impossible to be distant and unapproachable. The rosy glow took care of that very nicely. “Who isn’t?" she countered. “But if you weren’t talking about Jerry and me all those hours and hours I’ve been waiting out here getting soaked with dew and bitten by ear wigs—What are ear-wigs, Jim?— what were you talking about? Or is it a secret? Something important and masculine that I wouldn’t un derstand?” “It isn’t a secret." Jim felt his mouth stretching into a grin. Luck ily the night was as dark as a dungeon. Maybe she wouldn’t no tice. “I was getting fired,” he said. “That isn’t true! Father doesn’t waste that much time on men he’s discharging. What has happened? Dark as it is, I can see how smug and pleased with yourself you look.” “Sounds terrible.” “It is.” She stood very close to him, her hand resting on his arm. “Thanks,” Jim said, wanting to cover her hand with his, prudently resisting the impulse. “It felt like a silly grin. If I’m not entirely re spectful tonight,” he went on, “put me in my place. When an extra man in and about the house is elevated beyond his station, it’s apt to go to his head.” “Tell me, Jim. Let’s sit in the summer-house. It’s buggy and the benches are damp, but I think we can stand it. “I’m not sure that I should.” Jim appeared to hesitate. “Is it con ventional for you to sit in a sum mer-house with the manager of a riding academy? I’m a little vague about social distinctions/’ “A riding academy!” She laughed. “Is that whSt. you and Father are up to? Do you like the idea?” • ‘.‘Tremendously/’ Jim followed her to the summer-house built about the stone foundation of a smoke-house at the end of the gar den. “Has Father taken over the place on the Cherry Hollow road?” , “Like Grant took Richmond.” Jim sat beside Cecily in the summer house screened with vines. “Your father is swell,” he said with en thusiasm. “I hope I won’t fall down on the job.” “Oh, you’ll make a success of it,” Cecily assured him. “Just the sight of you on a horse will bring the debutantes tasking in swarms And yearning ladies on the verge of spinsterhood and ladies whose hus bands don’t understand them.” They sat on the bench in the summer-house, smoking companion ably, talking, sharing the intimacy of laughter. Jim could scarcely distinguish her features. Her dark dress of some filmy material melted into the shadows. Her face, her arms, her hands, moving in charac teristic gestures, were pale in the darkness, as thick and soft as plush. Her voice, low and silken at times, light and gay, her voice and the springlike perfume she used, were all that, identified her as Cecily— that and. her effect upon Jim, the .reluctant admiration he felt for her, the protecting concern she had awakened in him the night she had talked of Jeremy Clyde. (TO BE CONTINUED) Island of Monte Cristo The island of Monte Cristo lies midway between Corsica and Italy, south of the Island of Elba. It was the scene of the successful treasure hunt participated in by Edmund Dantes, one of the Alexander Du mas’ heroes. The SUPREME COURT " AND HOW L. IT WORKS Guarding Personal Rights By ROBERT MERRILL THE Supreme court has protected citizens not only from unfair treatment on the part of the federal govern ment, but also from being deprived of Constitutional rights by the governments of their own states. An act of legislature which dis criminates unfairly against a cit izen violates his rights under the Constitution. The government must not only treat him fairly, but must treat him in the same manner in which it treats other persons under similar conditions. On frequent occasions citizens have appealed to the court and asked: "Why should the law of my state impose hardships upon me which it does not impose upon other people? Isn’t this a discrimination against me, and a violation of my right to the due process of law guaranteed by the Constitution of the United States?" Matrimonial Rights. When such a question is brought before it, the court studies the case and, if it decides the petitioner is right, assures the protection sought. For example: At one time, in the eyes of the law, husband and wife were regard ed as one person—the husband. To day, however, a married woman may enter into contracts, and may own and enjoy her own property. Some years ago a state attempted to Impose on one of its citizens an income tax which was calculated upon the combined incomes of the citizen and his wife. Because of the graduated scale of taxation, the amount of tax claimed was greater than it would have been had the in dividual incomes of husband and wife been separately taxed. The husband believed this unfair, and appealed to the Supreme court of the United States. He pointed out that under the laws of the state he had no control over his wife's property or income, and held that, therefore, it was unjust for the state to impose taxes for them upon him. The court heard his case, agreed with his contention, and gave the relief for which he asked, declaring the exaction arbitrary and a denial of due process. Newspapers Unfairly Taxed. "We have no doubt.” explained the opinion, “that because of the fundamental conceptions which un derlie our system, any attempt by a state to measure the tax on one person’s property or income by ref erence to the property or income of another is contrary to due process of law as guaranteed by the 14th Amendment. That which is not in fact the taxpayer’s income cannot be made such by calling it income.” In a more recent case a state law was passed imposing a tax upon the advertising income of all news papers in the state with a circulation of over 20,000 a week. Since this af fected only the larger publications, they protested that they were being treated unfairly. They held that while the state had power to im pose taxes, it had no right to tax some newspapers and not others, un less there was some reasonable ground on which they could be dif ferently classified. The suit was carried to the Su preme court of the United States. The court heard the newspapers’ appeal and decided in their favor. The court, in its opinion,, referred to an untrammelled press as “a .vital.source of public information.” It'pointed out that the case went to “the heart of the natural right of the members of an organized so ciety, united for their common good, to impart and acquire information about their common interests.”- '-' Freedom of the Press. “The 1st Amendment to the Fed eral Constitution,” the opinion ex plained, “provides that ‘Congress shall make no law . . . abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press . . While this provision is not a restraint upon the powers of the states, the states are precluded ‘-from* abridging the freedom Of speech or of the press by force of the due process clause of the 14th Amendment.” “A free press,” it added, “stands as one of the great interpreters be tween the Government and the peo ple. To allow it to be fettered is to fetter ourselves.” In this way does our national um pire insist that the rules laid down b; the people ir. the United States Constitution be observed not only by the federal government but by all i' state governments as well. S Western Newspaper Union. Baby Kangaroo Very Small The young of the kangaroo at birth is smaller in proportion to the size of the parents than the young of any other animal. Some of the larger species of kangaroo stand about eight feet in height and have a head as large as that of a sheep. The young at birth are about an inch in length and weigh only about twenty grains, which is l-350th of a pound. By means of their pert fectly formed front'legs the young propel themselves to the pouch on the mother’s abdomen where they are nourished and sheltered for sev eral months. umt rlpm iJ.ijobl 3hinkdabout Humane Fox Hunting. SANTA MONICA, CALIF. —In England it has been decided that fox-hunting is humane. This opinion ema nates from the hunters. The foxes have not been heard from on the subject. Maybe you don’t know it, but there’s a lot of fox-hunting among us, especially down south. Being hut a lot of stubborn non conformists, south erners do not follow the historic rules. A party at large wear ing a red coat, white panties and high boots would be mistaken for a ref ugee from a circus Dana. Ana anybody blowing a horn as |rvin he galloped across hill and dale would be set down as an insane fish peddler; and if you shouted “View, halloo! Tantivy, tantivy! Yoicks, yoicks!” or words to that effect, they’d think you were a new kind of hog-caller. Down there they’ve chased the fox until he’s wise. The foxes have learned that the hounds can’t fol low trail on a paved highway and so quit the thicket for the concrete when the chase is on. A fox has been sitting in the middle of the big road listening to the bewildered pack. On second thought maybe Brer Fox isn’t so smart, after all—not with automobile traffic what it is. 'Tis a hard choice—stay in the woods and get caught or take to the pike and get run over. • » • Courageous Republicans. WHO, besides the writer, can re call when the Democrats held their jubilization rallies the night be fore a presidential election and the Republicans the night after the re turns were in, when they had some thing' to jubilate over? Now the sit uation is just the other way around. The Literary Digest poll was prac tically the only thing the Republi cans had to celebrate during the en tire fall season of 1936. Still, we must give that dimin ished but gallant band credit for courage. Here, in an off-year, they’re spiritedly planning against the next congressional campaign. • • • English Recruiting. THE English are still having trouble inducing young fellows to join the colors. First, the gov ernment tried to increase enlist ments by giving every recruit a gid dy new blue uniform, absolutely free of charge, and still the lads re fused. So now, as an appeal which, ’tis believed, no true Britisher can withstand, the military authorities announce that, hereafter, Tommy Atkins will have time off for after noon tea. This may be a new notion for peacetime, but, during the great war, the custom was maintained even up at the front. Many a time I’ve seen all ranks, from the briga diers on down, knocking off for tea. However, this didn’t militate against his majesty’s forces, be cause, at the same hour, the Ger mans, over on their side of the line, were having coffee—or what the Germans mistake for coffee. And the French took advantage of the lull to catch up with their bookkeep ing on what the allies owed them for damage to property, ground rent, use of trenches, billeting space, wear and tear, etc., etc. Did it ever occur to our own gen eral staff that guaranteeing a daily crap-shooting interval might stimu late volunteering for the American army? S. Cobb The Job of Censorship. ONE reason why moving pictures are so clean is because some of the people who censor them have such duty minds. To the very pure everything is so impure, is it not? That's why some of us think the weight of popular opinion, rath er than the judgment of narrow brained official judges in various states, should decide what should and what should not be depicted. Anyhow, there are so many movies which, slightly amending the old ballad, are more to be pitied than censored. Sponsors of radio programs also lean over backward to be prudishly proper. But without let or hindrance the speaking stage, month by month, grows fouler and filthier. Suggestive lines once created a shock in the audience mind. The lines no longer suggest—they come right out and speak the nastiness. Sauce for the goose isn’t sauce for the gander, ’twould seem—or may be, after the reformers got through saucing radio and screen, there wasn’t any left over for the so called legitimate stage. IRVIN S. COBB. ©—WNU Service. Ancient Coin Found A coin so small that it is not as large as the head of a tack was dis covered near Antioch in a silver purse 10 feet underground, and it is believed to have been used 500 years oefore the birth of Christ Ask Me Another 0 A General Quiz e Bel! Syndicate.—WNU Service. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■—— 1. Ho\ many languages and systems of writing are there? 2. What state has contributed the most Supreme court justices? 3. In what year was a perform ance of “Aida” given at the foot of the Pyramids in Egypt? 4. Who guards the White House? 5. Who wrote the “Comedie Hu maine”? 6. What was a bireme? 7. Of what musical instrument was the clavichord a forerunner? 8. Who were the Jacobites? 9. Of what country was Cather ine de Medici queen? 10. In what country is Mecca? 11. In what war was James Clin ton a noted American general? 12. How many sovereigns have been crowned in Westminster Ab bey? Answers 1. Dr. Frank H. Vizetelly says that there are six thousand seven hundred and sixty named tongues and systems of writing in the world. 2. New York has contributed the most United States Supreme court justices, 10. 3. In 1912 an impressive open air production of the opera was given there. 4. The White House has its own police force of 48 men. This in cludes a captain, a lieutenant, three sergeants and 43 policemen. There are also 10 Secret Service men. 5. This is the title of an uncom pleted series of nearly a hundred novels by Balzac, designed to give a panoramic picture of the man ners and morals of the time. He began the work in 1829, adopting the general title in 1842. 6. An ancient galley having two banks of oars. 7. The piano. 8. Adherents of James II or his line. 9. France. 10. Arabia. 11. The Revolution. 12. Thirty-seven sovereigns have been crowned in the abbey, and 25 queens consort—all of the kings and queens since William the Con queror. Eighteen sovereigns and 14 queens are buried there. Little Red Schooihouses There are 138,542 little red schooihouses dotting the nation’s countryside. One - room affairs, they represent 57 per cent of all American school buildings and for the most part teach good old fashioned American education with the three R’s as the basis.— Literary Digest. Guaranteed to kill ANTS Ant* an hard to kill, but Fettmaan’s Ant Food it made especially to get them and g* them fast. Destroys red ants, blade ants, others—kills young and eggs, too. Sprinkle along windows, doors, any place where ants come and go. Safe. 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