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|KA Inc KATHLEEN*^ NORRIS'jsj |COPYRIGHT, KATHLEEN NORRIS VY.N.U. SERVICE! CHAPTER XXII—Continued —19 ■ "And you for me,” she said, In a voice she tried to hold steady. "I’ll always be glad we had this much, Larry. This is something— this is more than I ever thought I’d have.” “It doesn’t seem possible to say good-by,” Larry presently said very simply. Tony stirred herself against his arm, drew away. “Let me look at you, Larry.” They looked gravely at each oth er: the tall, lean brown-skinned man, with the high-bridged nose and the deepset eyes, and the girl In her white frock and brown coat, with her dark hair disheveled and her blue eyes set In delicate cir cles of umber, and fringed with dark lashes that were frankly wet. “It’s good-by, my dear,” said He put his arms about her, and for a long minute she lay against him, and felt his kisses on her lips. “you’ll forgive me, Tony, forever letting this happen?” “Ah, If you’ll forgive me I I let it happen. You didn’t.” “Sly wife!” Larry whispered. And straightening herself in her seat beside him again, the girl repeat ed it with her wet eyes shining. “Yes—nothing will ever make me anything but that, Larry. The wom an that was meant for you.” He touched the starter, turned the car on the short brown grass. They drove back into the city, and at the door of the newspaper office Tony said only another half-audi ble “good-by.” She went up to her desk, stop ping to hang up her hat and coat, straighten her hair. Her face looked odd to her; it was white. The newspaper office was very quiet at twelve o'clock. Larry was meeting Caroline and Ruth for lunch and to do some last shop ping. A truck would call for the trunks at five o’clock; they would put their nightwear and their books and hairbrushes into their hand bags tomorrow morning, and the apartment they were abandoning would be full of cheerful conversa tion. 1 And so down to the big white ship, and through the pleasant flnrry of passports and finding their staterooms with the clutter and confusion of the waterfront all about them; with the bay steamers pouring soft whistles into the noon air, and the salt water slapping idly against the piers— She seemed to be hearing his voice again, feeling the tightening of that big arm about her shoul ders; she seemed again to see the brown face and the high-bridged noee, and the movement of bis brown lean band when he took olT his glasses to look at her— Tony crossed her arms on her desk and put her bead down upon them. Waves of bitterness and longing broke over her, and reced ed, and strengthened to break over her again. Yawning, a call boy came In to arch himself like a snake over a telephone. No, the managing edi tor wasn't there yet—the city edi tor wasn't there yet Ring back, please. He dawdled away, and Tony flat tened the curiously assorted notes on her desk; brought her heavy eyes to them. She picked up a pen. ” ‘Mrs. Batnbrldge Foster’s an nouncement of the engagement of her daughter, Uary Barbara, was one of the surprises of an unusual ly gay season. Hiss Foster, a debu tante of last winter— CHAPTER XXIII <«|T WAS a nice tblpg for them A to ask us, and I don’t aee bow we could have gotten out of It," said Aunt Meg In an undertone. "But, gosh. It’s more fun at borne, Christina* Eve," Bruce ob “gh-h-hr Brenda muttered in horror. “Tour voice Is absolutely penetrating r They were all In the Bly library, guests at the great Christmas party that ClIITs par enta-tn-lsw had been planning for weeks. For the moment only the Tafts were In the room: Aunt Meg rustling in silk; Bruce handsome sulky; Brenda In rapt attend t- little Anthony; CHIT proud of them all Al vin had Just arrived; Tony had had to do the Christmas tree at but of course she the Presidio slopes, and the GoldeD Gata “Oh, glorious 1" said all the guests as they arrived to Bud the big back drawing room deliciously warm, and a great wood fire roar ing and snapping in the enormous fireplace. Like all the bouses along Pacific Avenue on the north, the living rooms, with their windows for commanding, the wide pano rama, were at the back; the en trance hall was a Jumble of wraps and of attentive maids today, but there was plenty of holly and mis tletoe there too. Christmas trees stood in all the corners and up on the great angle of the stairs, and scented the air with pine. There were relatives asked in for Christmas: faded gentle elderly men and women basking in the family glory; there were nice boy cousins, all penniless, evidently, rather variously dressed, but bash fully amusing and talkative, and being very much encouraged by Un cle Rick and Aunt Tina. There was one spectacled nice girl cousin with her young man, and there were meaningless young men for Geraldine and Pauline, and of course Martin Gossing and Helo ise. For Heloise was going to be married too, only two years after Mary Rose, and Mamma positively said this time that she didn't want to hear another word of engage ments for years! over tms nererogeneous party Or. and Mrs. Bly reigned in happy excitement The doctor told Annt Meg at every opportunity that that was what the house was for: to give the young people a good time. He reiterated in great satisfaction the statement that it was bis idea to have Clifford’s people—have ev eryone. CiifTs aunt, and his sis ters and brothers—why not? It was Christmas. Evidently the big table—forty-one would sit down at It—bad been in the process of getting set and deco rated for the better part of the day; as for the tree, concealed downstairs In the billiard room, its completion had occupied the family for weeks. The atmosphere of the big house was one of innocent laughter and cheer; the Blys, the Tafts, the cousins might all have been children again, gathering at the piano to sing the carols Pau line played so nicely, bending over the great jig-saw puzzle that was spread on the library table, run ning up and down stairs. Brenda and Alvin, with the pre cious woolly armful that was An thony, had arrived at the Taft apartment that morning before Tony was out of bed, and Brenda and Aupt: Meg bad spent a happy day managing the good, sweet, con tented baby. Tony had rushed off to work, Bruce had come home, and in the old wny had kept the place in an uproar while he man aged a bath; Cliff had come at about three o’clock to gather up presents for the Bly tree. “Gosh, the Bly library looks like the Emporium packing room now!” Cliff had exulted, as they had filled his arms with the very creditable Taft collection. Everyone had been dressing then, for tt was to be an early dinner; Aunt Meggy, crimped and rustling; Brenda, quite undls gulsedly changed In figure again, matronly In spreading silk; the baby In his fur-trimmed cap and caped coat. Just as they started Bruce bad come In to escort them, and a mo ment later Tony, who had to chaoge, and to rush off to cover one more Christmas tree before joining them at the Blys'. It was this circumstance that gave them a chance. Cliff and Brenda and Aunt Meg, to discuss her, when they found themselves for a moment quiet, out of the noisy current, in the big leather chairs of the Bly library. xony ought to De nere." “She'll be here any minute now.” •’Doesn’t she look well. Bendy T “Beautiful. She looked badly for a while; Just at first,” Brenda said, lowering ber voice. “But lately— oh, well, there's no one like Tony.” “Mary Bose Is crazy about her,” Cliff said. “You know how Tony can get people when she goes after them.” "1 believe she's over It,” Aunt Meg odd decidedly. She looked hopefully at Brenda and then at Cilir. “She’ll never be over It,” Brenda said, shaking her bead. She brushed ber Ups across the soft fluff of Anthony’s hair. “Think not, hey?” CIM asked, with a shrewd look. Brenda shook her bead again. ' -H. r *«« ejaculate, d,a couimcu. * “Mo, but Sai' v, ' Brenda began slowly. “I think she was horribly ashamed of herself.” “I don’t see exactly why she should have been ashamed »f her self,” Cliff protested. “Because Larry was married.” “She couldn’t help that” “Just the same, a girl does feel ashamed when she falls la lore with a married man. Alvin thinks she was too,” Brenda said, clinch ing the matter with the unanswer able argument “It seems to me it’s more bad luck than anything to be ashamed of,” Cliff persisted. “A girl doesn’t feel so. And Tony was bitterly ashamed. She knew that If Ruth hadn’t stood by her when that horrible Donny thing happened—” “Don’t speak of it,” pleaded Aunt Meggy faintly, her little chin gripped In her hand, her eyes anx iously looking from one to the other. “And I think," Brenda pursued, after a sympathetic nod and glance In her aunt’s direction, “I think that Tony just—Just woke up. I think she grew three years In three weeks after the Bellamys went away. It was as if a part of her, the hot old Impatient selfish part—” “She was never selfish," said Aunt Meg, ready to weep. “No, she never was. But she was quick-tempered and stubborn—yes, she was, Aunt Meg." "As a mule!” said Cliff, and both women laughed. “She changed," said Brenda. "It was as If she thought: ‘I’ll die— Tony Taft I’ll live for all the rest of them, Brenda and the baby, and Cliff and Mary Rose, and Aunt Meg and Aunt Sally—I’ll be gentler, I’ll read and I’ll study—I’ll make myself the wisest woman, the fin est, the most cultured—I’ll not be wild, gay, reckless Tony Taft any more—’ ” “It was something like that,” Cliff said, as Brenda paused, with tears In her eyes. “I think it was,” Brenda said. “But then what’s the child go Ing to get out of It herself?” Aunt Meg asked. “She’s nearly twenty eight — she doesn’t want to marry—” ‘7 wish she’d marry Joe Van derwall 1” Brenda exclaimed. In the pause. “He doesn’t cUck,” CUff said, shaking his head. “He’s a prince; They Cook and They Tramp Around. she’s devoted to him. She goes down to his place, and they cook and they tramp around; she ad mires him. But somehow It doesn't dick." : "Where are the Bellamys now, Bendy?” “In Nice. Larry came back to New York once; now I believe he’s gone over again. The old mother had a stroke, you know, and they’ve just been hanging on, waiting. They've taken a place there, and Larry’s writing a book.” j.uey went away—wneni “A year and a bait ago. It was just before Uary Hose and I were married." "What do yon suppose Larry does with himself all day?" "Ob, writes. And swims. And plays bridge. Tbe cousin Is <wltb them, Mrs. Polhemua." “Does Tony bear from him?" "Only through Joe. No. she doesn't write. And I must say 1 think,’’ Brenda said loyally, "she’s behaved magnificently I" “She’s been a good sport,” Cliff said. “Ah, here she Is; that’s Tony In tbe next room now I” said Aunt Meg, and Brace added, ‘Now It’ll be a party 1" Here was Tony Indeed, coming In fresh and rosy from the cold air. She had left her outer wraps down stairs; her freshly brushed hair fell In waves over her low forehead; her gown was dark green velvet, with deep Vandyke cuffs and a col lar of lace; she was Joyous, eager, lovely; she seemed to bring with her to the somewhat baiting party a breath of new life. "White violets 1” she said, com log np to her elderly little hostess. “They gave them to me at the Or phanage; aren’t they delicious? Here, they’re for you. Are we all kissing you today. Doctor, because It’s Christmas? Ton don’t know hoW *553*** „„„ . _, Hello, Mary Rose." And the* la an undertone, -How goes ltr -The horrid feeling In the morn ing has stopped,” Mary Rose con fided to her sister-in-law. -Ah, what a relief that Is!” Bren da said. -It It should be a girl, I believe my father'd drown It." CRTs wife murmured. “1 want a girl," Brenda said. Tony burst Into aa animated de scription of the Orphanage party: they spilled milk and crumbled sponge cakes, the little arms held out for dolls, the mangy orna ments, mouldy a fid broken and old, little dirty wax angels with their wings bent, and glided walnut shells with holes In them! * -Pencil boxes and Lotto: those aren’t very thrilling,’* Tony went on. -I thought of Anthony’s Christ mas. His grandfather sent him a coaster, wasn't It, Bendy?” -He adores him," Brenda said solemnly. -Next year. I’m going to take an orphan and send him something swell!” Tony satd. -Papal” said Mrs. Bly, her moth erly eyes moist -Next year we will,” the old doc tor said, nodding. The party went on Into enjoy ment and hilarity. There was a marvelous dinner ;v Mrs. Bly telling Aunt Meg In an aside that her Chi nese boy bad been with her for twenty-seven years and wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch the tur keys or the dessert "But of course we get In help.” Brenda slipped way now and then, went upstairs to be sure An thony was asleep in Pauline’s old crib In the care of Pauline’s old nurse. “i'ou better keep that crib,” Tony, at the old doctor’s right, said. In his ear. He looked at her, blinked his blue eyes. -I hope so, I hope so; If not now, one of these daysl But Mary Rose still seems like a baby herself to me,” he said. After dinner came the great hour of the tree, with everyone quite speechless with laughter, surprise, and gratitude. "Gee, it 8 cute I I love It rm mad about It Look, look, look," said the babel of voices. "Isn’t that adorable? Isn't that too ador able?" The excitement had reached its height when a maid came to Mrs. Bly, who turned to Tony. "A Doctor Vanderwall?” "Oh, on the telephone?” “No, he’s here.” "Oh?” Tony said, pleased and puzzled. “Whore’d you put him, Mamie?” “In the library.” "Oh. you’ll go up, Tony? Tes, and then do bring him down—we’ll Bnd something for him on the tree.” Tony went upstairs; stretched both hands to the squarely built man who rose from the shadows of the library. “Joe, how nice! Merry Christ mas! But take off that coat How'd yon know I was here?” “1 telephoned the office. Say, sit down a minute. I Just bad a ca ble,” Joe said abruptly. His fair moon face wps very serious. Her color changed; her eyes were riveted on his face. “What Is it?” she asked quickly. “Mrs. Patterson?” “No. Rut,h.” “Ruth?” whispered Tony. The quiet room, softly lighted In the winter evening, and the drowsing are, and the decorous backs of the handsome books seemed to reel, to settle again In their places. Joe frowned, spoke slowly, as If be felt a little embarrassed by her emotion, a little sorry for her. “She was hart In the street She never regained consciousness.” “Ruth I” Tony whispered again, with a dry month. For a long min ute she looked at Joe. “Dead?” she asked. “yes, she died this morning— Sunday morning, It said, at eleven o’clock.” “They were motoring?” “It didn’t say. Larry was In Paris. It said 'Larry arrives from Paris tonight* And It said my grandmother's condition was un changed; they’ve not told her. She had a stroke, weeks bach!” Tony’s knotted fingers were against her mouth. Her eyes were far away; her forehead wrinkled. “Ruth deadt It doesn’t make sense!” she said, half alond, as If talking to herself. “No, does ltr “It Just doesn’t seem—true. Ruth dead.” “Christmas Eve.” “I thought of that I can’t seem to—get It.” “He’ll come home now.” Tony was not listening. “She always loved him, dearly. Poor Ruth!”’ (TO BE CONTINUED) E«»y Going Life for tlie chimpanzee In hi* na tive wild state la too easy for him to make It necessary for him to ex ercise bis rather superior intellec tual equipment The apes And food and water In great abundance. Their diet agrees with them perfectly. An occasional cold and possibly some skin trouble seems to be the sum of their ailments. Bren the play of the wild chimpanzee does not In clude the inaentoue “monkey-shines” so characteristic of the animal In captivity la the bush, this activity la mostly running. Jumping, play Oghtlns and similar exercise. AMUSEMENTS JAPAN .. ■ • A Sandal Shop In Tokyo. Prepared fcy National Geographic Society, Waahlngcon, D. C.—WNB Service. X TOT many years ago It was held up against the Japanese ^ that they never Indulged In athletics. Today there are In Tokyo two huge stadiums, one originally seating 65,000 people, but enlarged in 1931 to accommodate 80,000, the other 30,000, and on the days of baseball games there are few va cant seats. With the exception of wrestlers, there are no professional athletes In' Japan. Teams are made up largely of undergraduates in the various universities, and it 'Is the intervarsity games which draw the largest crowds. Baseball, skillfully and intelli gently played, is as popular In Ja pan as in the United States, but It is not the only popular athletic sport. Rugger football is played everywhere and played well. As It Is part of the army training and as something like 100,000 young men go through this training, rug ger may well supersede baseball In popularity. Hookey and associa tion football are played more and more and boxing is becoming pop ular. Wherever there is space in Tokyo there is a tennis court. The Y. M. C. A. pool is always full of swimmers, as are the great out door pools in summer, and Japa nese swimmers hold some world rec ords. More and more rowing crews In racing shells are appearing on the rivers and lakes. uoir clubs are springing up, ana, as in America, the links are used largely by business men. At the army maneuver field, on the out skirts of the city, you can see mag nificent riding. So the old ac cusation of lack of interest in ath letic sports can no longer be made. These modern games have not en tirely driven out the old, purely Japanese'sports. Thousands gather, as of old, to watch the wrestling matches, where the immensely fat men so well known In Japanese prints carry on their strange matches under the ancient rules. Archery Is also popular among the chosen ftw, and the great matches are always sponsored by some of the imperial princes. It takes a strong man even to bend some of the tough old bows. Athletics Build Up the Race. It would be Impossible to esti mate what athletics are doing for the Japanese as a race. The Bible says that no man by taking thought can add a cubit to his stature, bat there is no doubt that succeeding generations of Japanese are talley. When you meet young men In To kyo, dressed in gymnasium costume, runing through the streets; when you sefi the finely proportioned bodies of the boys In the Y. M. O. A. pool; when you go to a univer sity graduation and see the stu dents all together, you no longer think of the Japanese as a par ticularly “little people.” With a better-regulated and better-balanced diet and with physical training from the earliest years, through all grades of school, the Japanese are growing up physically. They grew up mentally a long time ago. It is said that the generation now reaching maturity is, on an average, an Inch taller than the preceding generation. As a generalization, one should doubt this, but at the same time one feels sure It Is true In the cities where modern Ideas of exercise and diet are prevalent. There is probably no phase of life in Tokyo which more clearly shows the contrast between the old and the new than do the theaters. You go to the Kabukl-za or to the splendid Tokyo theater and there see ancient dramas given In the old style of acting; or you go around the corner to a movie theater and see the latest Hollywood produc tion. The KabuH and Tokyo theaters are enormous, thoroughly modern, handaome buildings,. The orches tra seats are like those In an Amer ! lean theater except that they are lower. The boxes have no seats, because people seem to prefer to sit on the floor, in the old style. The plays begin—there are gen erally three or four given In suc cession—from two until four o'clock in the afternoon and last until ten o’clock at night Huge Theater Stage. The stage Is enormous, the light ing and scenic effects superb. It Is probably true that the Japanese were the first fo have a revolving stage for quick shifts of scenery. The actors strut' in the ancient style and chant their lines. In fact, If the lines are emotional, they are sung by the musicians at the sides of the stage, since It is not consid ered proper to show too great emo tion. But, In spite of all this, the actors —men, of course, take the women’s parts, and a Japanese lady explains this as being necessary “because men are so much more graceful”— are really great and make a pro found Impression on any foreigner who has the Intelligence to rise above the “queerness" of the per formance. It may be true, as some hare said, that the living actors of the stage adopted their stilted style from the puppet shows of old, but the style cannot hide their power of character portrayal. You feel, on leaving the theater, that you have been living in all the color of past centuries. And then the movies are just as crowded as the theaters. There Is a movie Industry In Japan, but this does not detract from the pop ularity of the Hollywood produc tions. Talking pictures were hard to deal with at first, but now a solemn Individual sits at the side of the picture and translates, ap parently to the satisfaction of the audience, as the play progresses. Lot* of Gay Cafe*. Tokyo is fall of cafes, always crowded, modeled somewhat on the cafes of Paris. In former days peo ple gave geisha parties, those rath er solemn affairs at which geishas danced their symbolic dances. They were very expensive, and those who coaid not afford the expense con tented themselves with picnics. Now the cafes are crowded, their prin cipal patrons being, perhaps, the “mobos" and the “mogas.” The Japanese, more than ty*y other nation, love to abbreviate, and “mobo” Is the abbreviation for modern boy, and "moga” Is the ab breviation for modern girl. Indeed, these mobas and mogas, dressed al most always In European clothes and trying to adopt the freedom of European manners, are about the most modern aspect of Tokyo. One might go on almost Indefi nitely In pointing out the various contrasts of this city, where at every point the contrasts between the old and new, between the oc cidental and the oriental. Is so strik ing. It should never be forgotten 'that both the old and the new, both the western and the eastern, are real in Tokyo. Somewhere In the fusion of the two lies the troth of Tokyo. When one remembers that the western Ideas have been nat uralized for less than a century, one can understand the inevitable outcropping of oriental ideas. In these days when the populace of Tokyo la excited over the China situation, when any soldier Is ap plauded on the streets, there Is, perhaps, an outcropping of the old military love of the samurai class, let even this is somewhat also oc cidental In an American city noth ing can arouse such enthusiasm as marching troops at a time when war is tn the air. Sc far as Ideas are concerned, Kipling was wrong In saying that the West and East could not meet. In Tokyo the West has met the East, and out of this of WITH SILK GLOVES Ton can’t handle exceedingly band* some men by the usual rules for han dling men. They have their own pre conceived Ideas about themselves. Mere are7Wec£ Baking Results/ Tfcfe kW Mk| cvi prim ktw taktt, kakil with CLAIBER GIRL, stow perfect tttnt wktrt Bikiai Piwktr -,IOt k CLABBER GIRL BAKING POWDER Cmtwl Art The greatest art Is to be busy with- ^ out seeming so. Tired.. Nervous Wife Wins Back Pep I Her raw o _| soothed. She ban iehed that “dead* .tired" feeling. 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