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Star HOPE STAR, HOte, ARKANSAS Thy IferoW From False Report! h ttoefy weekday afternoon by Sta? Publishing Co., inc w*^&F&S*F i ^' at ** s "* building '""" South i'TiniiiiiHliuiminirtiirirLirt^--- 1 -—'^ -.--ii-mLiM: _-•;- — - .--_--. , . , __ _ __, __, C, E, PALMER, President ALSX. fl. WASHBURN, Editor and Publisher CAP) —Means Associated Press (NEA)—Means Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. StibttHptitm Rat« (Always Playable in Advance): By city carrier, per g**M*SJg* »«*£ «c; °«« ?«* $6,50. By mail, in Hempstead, Nevada, BMfrtfd, Miller and Lafayette counties, $3.50 per year; elsewhere $6 50, of the Associated Press: The Associated Press Is exclusively «»H»d to th* use fa* tepublication of all news dispatches credited to it of flOt otherwise credited in this paper and also the locnl news published herein. on Tributes, Etc.: Charges will be made for all tributes, cards resolutions, OP memorials, concerning the departed. Commercial hold to this policy in the news columns to protect their readers was a deluge of space-taking memorials. The Star disclaims responsibility fat the sAfe-fteeping of return of any unsolicited manuscripts. m con- How We Help Japan to Conquer China IF there is one American who is entitled to be heard ... „„.. 1 nection With the tangled situation in the Far East, it is ,- fortner Sectretary of State -Henry L. Stimson. Mr. Stimson was some six years ahead of President Roose- v|lt,m the belief that this country should take peaceful but effective measures ti restrain the Japanese militarists. Unfortunately- the British let him down with a dull thud when he tried to translte his belief into action, and his effort to preserve peace and the sancity of treaties in the Orient failed. \ &ut he knows the Chinese-Japanese situation as few Amer- icaris know it; and when he. wrote a lengthy letter to the JVew York-Times the other day, setting forth his ideas on the course America ought to follow, he said some things which ^all Americans ought to ponder. , No one;, aays .Mr. Stinson, can argue that we should send troops and warships to the Orient to restrain the apanese invasion by force. The American people would never consent to such a step: even if they did, China must work out her own salvation and her problem cannot be solved bv outside intervention. But that, he continues, does not mean that we must fold our hands and passively watch the Japanese comolete their program of aggression. For, as a matter of fact, Mr. Stimson says, we are right now actively helping Japan—giving her the help without which she could not carry on the war. _Japan, he points out, depends on the outside world for he rability to attack China. She has ample manufacturing facilities, but she lacks the vital raw materials—oil, iron, rubber and cotton. These she must buy abroad; she can pay for them only by selling enough of her own products to obtain the requisite foreign exchange. -» The principal product that she has for sale is raw silk. 'Keeping:that;iriniind, says Mr. Stimson, note that America buys upward of 80 per cent of Japan's silk exports, with Britain buying almost all the rest. Futhermore, Japan buys most of her essential raw materials from America and England— 75 per cent of her oil and 50 per cent of her iron from America, practically all of her rubber from England, 80 per cent of her cotton from the two nations combined. '3f * * It is this trade that makes her war possible. As long as ye carry it on we are helping in the assault on China. And Mr.' Stimson Asks: f • \ ,v "Is the"condition of our statesmanship so pitifully inadequate that we cannot devise the simple means of international co-operation which would stop our participation in this slaughter?" We might profitably find our government's present foreign policy in the light of Mr. Stimson's statement. It is a reminder that we do not now face a choice between keeping absolutely clear of the imbroglio or getting in it up to our necks. We are in it already, and we must shape our course in the light of that fact. 6)weoUf$ of slihikt substances. Whenever «h«$f> eat these foods, they may n*w> hWs of similar eruptions on the SJtin, We know that tt Is also possible (or people td be sensitive to various drugs. In a person who Is sensitive a very small cfose of the drug may produce a severe reaction. iSome of the drugs which are most commonly associated with such reactions are bromides, iodidt-s, phenolphthalein and quinine. Since these drugs are frequently the ingredients of patent •nedicines which tire sold to'the public under secret formulas and under queer names, people frequently have eruptions after takina such medicines and fail to realize thetause. Some people are sensitive to serums and Vaccines and other substances injected into the body with a view to preventing or overcoming infectious diseases. In the case of such tivity eruptions follow. There are many skin diseases which sensi- By OHve Roberts Barton Learning to Lose The report cards were handed out one by one. The children held their brenth while Miss White called "MIK tired," "Henry," and "Elizabeth." On tlown the rows she went pussing the cards tp right nnd left. Louise thought her heart would stop. Would Miss White never reach her? There was Mary Stevens getting her card now. What was on it? Mary heal her this time and Would !?et the perspires a gfent deal. r.h^^'-rt'" 1 hW f Cle ,', 1 infec « 0 ™! 1" certain conditions affecting the in In** rwifi v T^n*io«» \r\ FA»*in.->n 1.1,1,.: —i* I . . . , , , , » ««»• adrortal glands, the skin may be covef- ed with a bronze pigment. Women frequently have yellow spots, which they call liver spots, which seem to be as- Etciated with the glands involved in childbirth. Especially during the time when a woman is going to have n child should her skin be watched for mani- are called focal infections, are most commonly found in the teeth, the ton- si Is, the sinuses, the gallbladder, the intestines and the urinary tract. In certain forms of skin disease, a search is made for such infections. When the infection is found and controlled, the skin disease disappears. Recently we have learned a great deal about the glands of internal secretion. There seems to be no doubt but that these glands also control the appearance and functions of the skin. For example, as I have already mentioned, an insufficient amount of material coming from the thyroad gland produces a skin that is dry and coarse and thick. If there is too much secretion from the thyroid gland, the skin j is usually very pink and warm and festations indicating disturbances of the interior of the body. Tuberculosis and syphilis may seriously affect the skin if they are not discovered and treated a.s soon as possible. The nervous system also may reflect an abnormal condition by the appearance of various eruptions, areas which burn or itch, or in other ways. Must It Be'Mister'? O NE queer quirk of American speech habits came to light recently during the progonged discussion over the seating of Supreme Court Justice Black. We refer to speaking of a member of the high court as "Mr, Justice" so-and-so. Just why we should be developing this habit is not quite clear. We don't use it with the judges of any lower court. We don't for instance, say "Mr. Police Judge O'Brien": or rise a step higher, we don't speak of "Mr. Fedex-al Court Judge McNott." Only when we reach the rarefied air of the Supreme Court do we tack on the "Mister." _ The whole thing, probably, is a borrowing from the English custom, and arises no doubt from our desire to make the high court look as dignified as possible—for when we Americans try to put on the dog we automatically go British. But can't we respect the court's dignity enough without adding the "mister". NEXT: Impetigo, a skin disease common nmong children. front sent ngnin? At Inst she hoard her name, "Louise Brown," and the card was in her hnntl. tt was the arithmetic murk her eyes flew to first. Ah, <t clear 100 was neiit- ly figured in the spiice. Louise snt back nnd a glenm lighted her eyes. Let Mnry top that if fhe could! This time she would have the coveted seal, she wns sure. Her average WHS 98 for the month. Olie had lit go som 16 mnke more thnn that. It was lit crnlly impossible. Mary turned slowly. That wa« th worst thing about Mnry. When sh was head she didn't seem to core, hi sho didn't care cither when Louis outdistanced hor. It was no victor unless your rival felt defeated. Realized Vindictivenoss Miss White was speaking. "Chil ilren," sho said, "1 am very gliul t say that Williams Parks has the high Speed King Shaw Talks Safe Racing His Type of Helmet Has Become Favorite Among Auto Racers The now Speed King, Wilbur Shaw who set a new record at the 1937 In- dinnnpolis Speedway classic has broken countless records and accordingly has been given many titles and nick- cst average this average is BS'/i. He month)' William' has worked hart and he has finally mastered his par ticiplcs. William will net the firs seat. Next comes Louise Brown. Then Albert Sicnn, Then. Mary Steven.'. Now change seats. Get your books to gether." Mary was fourth. That took awaj from Louise the shock of her own de fe.it. Suddenly she realized that it wa, not the place situ was after, but Mary Mary Icoked around at her classmnte.s JILL BY MARY RAYMOND ' Copyright, 1937, NEA Service, Inc. Tired Children M ANY a child gets dosed for obscure organic ailments . when all that is really the matter is over-fatigue. So said Dr, Theodore C. Elterich of Pittsburgh, in a recent address before the annual convention of the Medical Society of the State of Pennsylvania. "Every children's specialist," said Dr, Elterich, "has brought to him for supposedly difficult diagnosis, fundamentally normal children who are merely fatigued by the stress of modern civilization and too long hours of school. These children when put to rest,, given a more adequate diet and a, simplified dailiy routine, gain weight; their posture improves and their irritabilty disappears, their alleged naughtiness vanishes," We hear a good deal about the over-taxing pace which modern life sets for adults. It wouldn't hurt us to realize that the same pace is often a bit strenuous for children. CAST OP CHARACTERS JTLI. WKXTWOUTH, hrrolnr, attractive ilebutnnle. AL.AN JBFKRY, hpro. rlxiiiR younic nrtlKt. BARR.Y WEXTWOKTH, .lUI'x •tepbrothrr. JACK WT5NTWOHTH. Jill's brother. SYLVIA SUTTOW, oil heirfus. * * * "YeHterdnyt Mrs. AVentivurth Inys her plan* for Hurry mid Sylvia nnd plnnM too (hat Jill will uiurrj one of the Imnkt-r Montnmu-M. CHAPTER III '"THE summer lodge was perfect in its sylvan setting. Great trees towered above it. A blue lake, curving with the sky; washed lightly against green banks, close by. High-powered speed boats skimmed the lake's serene surface. Lazy-looking canoes bobbed at intervals, sturdy skiffs tugged at ropes near the pier. Mrs. Wentworth glanced now at the cocktail and highball glasses. There was no use to overlook the fact. Young people these days expected to be served drinks. They'd dub a party a washout if you didn't. i)he hoped Barry would be sensible. If only he were like Jack and Jill, who didn't drink at all. Presently, with a glass in his hand, Barry was singing snatches Of the St. Louis Blues. Jill glanced across at Sylvia Sutton. Sylvia was wearing a simple white sports dress, which made her look like a patridan angel. Jill thought. Not the cherubic kind. Sylvia's nose was straight and slender. Her coral lins might have been carved by a sculptor bent, upon perfection in line and expression. Her eyes were wide and blue and appealing. She was small and slender and beautifully molded. She should be labeled: "Handle with Care," Jill mused. * * • DOOR Sylvia. She would probably find life a bit rough, if she married Barry. They were well suited in other respects. Barry, with his saturnine darkness, wac a perfect foil for Sylvia'n delicate blondness. There was something extremely devilish, at least devil- may-care about Barry, which contrasted sharply with Sylvia's angelic qualities. The FamiSy Doctor f, K. Reg. t?. 8 Pat. Qff. OK. MOBKIS FISHBEIN ........... "" ~ ........ ~~ tatm*J of tb* American Medical AssocUtlon, 1*4 of the Health Magazine. Reaction to Certain Foods, and Drugs Is Often Cause of Skin Eruptions This u |to third ot a series of srUetes In which Or. Morris Fishbein discusses diseases of the skin. (No. 353) wrong kind of food is a definite • in the production of certain skin of the skin. There are certain types of food, such as shell fish a/id mushrooms, which may be contaminated with infectious organisms or which may contain poisons. When these substances are tak*n into the body, the skin may promptly a. We know, for example, that I -how aa eruption. abs*nc? of certain necessary food j Some persons are especially sensitive Top? result in dise««es like j to certain foods as, for example, straw- frith ejuptipa on and burning berries, pork, scs food, eggs, wheat. Jill glanced up at Barry. He was not looking at Sylvia. His eyes met Jill's mockingly. "Spill it," he said. "Oh, it's .nothing," Jill answered. "I was just thinking that too many Gentle Annies aren't good for a host. Don't forget Sylvia is here." "Sylvia doesn't mind. She knows it can be mighty monotonous walking a straight line all the time. A fellow has to weave around a little. What a pretty little preacher you're turning out to be, Jill." Jill said nothing. » * * * 'THE afternoon merged into a * warm cloudless night, which the young people found ideal for boating. They were out early the next morning and remained on the lake the greater part of the day, Jill and Milo were on their way back to the lodge when they met Sylvia and Barry headed toward the lake. "You're not starting back!" Jill exclaimed. Jill took in the situation, anxiously. Barry's flushed face and the little points of light in his dark eyes were danger signals. But he was always difficult to handle when he was drinking. "Let's make it a real race tomorrow," Jill suggested. "I'd like to race Milo." "All right, come on," Barry said. .JUuslration by Virginia Kruusmann A man leaped from the car. As he came toward the porch they could see he carried someone in his arms. "He's bringing in Syloia, Tommy cried. Jill's. "Don't waste words on obstinate people. Well, so long. I'm betting on Svlvia." * . * RS. WENTWORTH met them M "Too late, cloud, too." There's a big, black "Joy-killer Jill," Barry retorted' "Well, you can't stop our fun." "I couldn't stand Barry's boastfulness another minute longer," Sylvia said, with a laugh. "I've been handling a ijpotorboat since J was 12, and he thinks he can outrace me. Just an old show off." had linked his arm through at the door. "Where is Barry?" she queried anxiously. "Ho and Sylvia took two of the boats, planning to race," Jill answered. Mrs. Wentworth's eyes were focused on the lake. It'n surface was rougher. There was a chill in the air. Some ominous looking clouds were massing overhead. "I don't like the look of that sky," she said. "Neither did I," Jill said, siosvly. "Thar's wind in them thar clouds;" drawled Tommy Lane. "Tommy, don't be funny, you'll frighten Mrs. Wentworth," Lucia Willis warned. "He's no' being funny." This from Landy Brent. "Those thunderheads carry a lot of wind." "Landy! You sound so dramatic. Do take me out on the lake, and we c;m rescue Sylvia and Barry." "No, please!" Mrs. Wentworth spoke sharply. "You would be two more to worry about. Surely, they will be sensible and come in soon." "Of course, they will, Mrs. Wentwor-th," Tommy said, cheerfully. "Hey, Jill. How about you and Milo taking on Lucia and me for a mah Jong tussle? Landy, suppose you stroll down to the pier and i;ee if you can spot those goofs anywhere." "What's that!' Lucia cried. "A put-put as I live," Tommy replied. "They're coming in. And in good time, I'd say." Without warning the storm broke. Great, gusty waves of water were rolled over the shore. The lake was suddenly a boiling mass, lashing back under the swift onslaught of wind. * * * MAN'S figure was balanced precariously on the rocking j My God!" pier, and then, head down, came] running towar-i the lodge. The group on the porch moved to meet him. Mrs. Wenlworth had opened the door and was down the steps to greet the hurrying figure, "Barry! Barry!" "Don't be an idiot, mother," Barry cried. Dripping with water, wild-eyed, he had reached the porch. A chorus greeted him: "Where is Sylvia?" "Sylvia! Good heavens, hasn't she come in?" "What do you think?" Landy drawled, coldly. "We were on the way toward the point when the storm came up. It was getting dark. I didn't see her or hear the motor—so I thought—" Barry broke off. The porch ha4 filled suddenly, as groups from the living room joined the anxious group around Barry. "Oh, goodness, is anybody hurt? Where': Sylvia?" Millicent Whit* n.ey asked in an excited tone. "We don't know," Lucia ah* swered. "Some of you fellows will have to help," Landy said. "We've got to get a boat oft and search for her. We may all go into the soup—" "A boat couldn't live in that water now," Tommy spoke grimly, "But if you go, I'll go with you. Say, wait a minute, someone 13 coming." An automobile horn sounded, and two lights loomed up near the porch. Landy reached for a switch, an4 an electric lantern thai: swung by the door poured light out into the gloom. A man had leaped from th<j car, As he came toward the porch the watchers could see he carrie4 someone in his arms. "It's Jack Wentworth!" Tommy cried. "He's bringing Sylvia i% names. One of the most interesting titles was locked on his name in 1933 when he tippenred on the Indianapolis track wearing a shiny red helmet as bright as fire. He was instantly termed the Beau Brummel" of race drivers and was the subject of ridicule by some. The helmet, which resembled the British lancer's gear, was of hard composition matrial, awl has since become Ihe standard equipment of all racing UM ruling of the Automobile Association. It is more or lesi: jar proof" and is credited with having greatly lessened fatalities chir- mg accidents. So. thanks to Speed King, Wilbur thaw, what at first appeared ridiculous has since contributed to the safety of auto racing. Whether it is a question of deciding what to wear or what to eat, Shaw's judgement is always sound. For example, ho chooses n breakfast of hoi Quakers Oats with sugar and cream, a breakfast which Is ideal for active persons who have to guard their nerves and digestion. Murder Trial in Swing-Time Is Hollywood's Latest Insanity caught the proud eyes of William and grinned a friendly congratulation. This was just too much for Louise. Boiling with jealousy herself, she could not understand the impersonal attitude of her rival. If passible, she hated Mary more than ever. She had thought it a private feud between them, and Mary had betrayed her. "Don't I'mean anything more to her than that?" she wondered. "I thought all the time that it'was me she tried to beat." She heard Mjss White whisper to Mary on her way to the cloak room, 'I'm sorry, Mary. You will do better next time." To her, Miss White said lothing, which was strange because she would have been first, if it hadn't jeen for the sudden spurt of William 'arks. But in line, Miss White laid a gen- k> hand on her shoulder. "Louise, •an you stay a moment?" Louise ibediently took her seat. Bo Gracious Loser It was then that this rare teacher xplainecl the ethics of competition, 'hat rivalry La a personal thing but ompetition is not. And that one must e a good loser as well as winner. You must learn to take your own uilure in good grace. And also learn ot to gloat when you win. This is eing a real sport, you know. H«d tfary won, instead of William, you •ould have Iain awake all night. Now vouldn't you?" Louise thought a long time. Sud- enly she put her head on Mjss White's nee. "I've just been mean," she sob- ed. "I'll never be mean again. I ught to be glad I'm not Freddie Cook." (He usually got the back seat). Miss White stroked the fair curls. Now, my dear," she said, "you are liking." HOLLYWOOD.-A1I over the lot: In the Alice Faye-Georgo Murphy picture, "Young Man's fancy," they've got a courtroom scone Jo end nil courtroom scenes. This one's done' in swing- time and with modern decorations, together \vith n crooning district attorney nnd n tap-dancing counsel for the Icfcnse. Ken Murray, who even smokes a ci- ?nr in rhythm, is the judge who inonos: "Order in the court! Order in he court! Say 'what you gottn sny, Sut try to make it short. People of the state vs. Minnie Swing—the charge is nurdcr, and she did that tiling. . . ." Alice Faye is the beautiful defendant, but she shares masculine stares with the ladies of the jury—pretty j?n)s vho expose just iibout all the chiffon lose that the Hays office would allow. The room is all white pillars nnd hromium. There are metalcloth ctir- ains, and the sword and scales of ustice are outlined in brilliants. Looks ike an uppity fashion salon. It has 'eon suggested that when the picture * finished the whole set should be vrappcd up and sent to Reno, with lollywood's compliments. Plclils vs. Hepburn Two movie companies, by coinci- ence, went out to the Bel Air country club the other day to make some shots at the thirteenth green. One group in- nlarming In the startling realll this new plastic art. It's belnggj to round out the slat-like flguff certain actresses. Manufacturer,' bably will make flesh colored gloves, complete with tinted ffj nnils. Women nre likely to adoji barefoot shoes for the beach.j maybo with evening dress. The _ iiifi suit people already are turniiij creations which at first, startled ; look like nothing lit all. These '. seem to herald the dawn of psj nudism. There's another thought for]! week in the experience of Jop director, who was going tlmnigfl famed Huntigton Library in dena. He saw the Guttenberg and wos told that Its value is $J "Why," he said "that makes it only $.15,000 more than tht> .wi- the comedy, 'Room Service.' ' Florida Ilnalmiin Is Hero of Sea The desperately earnest prolcl novelists who strive to put ncro gospel of Marx in a coating of fij ought to go to school for a whl] I ...... , .. " ' I ".-•»»>• n* fell l,J .-M-IKIUl IVM it Wm eluded Katharine Hepburn and others; Ernest Hemingway. Mr. Hemin in the cast of "Bringing Up Baby." The other group, from "The Big Broadcast of 1938," was headed by W. C. Fields'. Each company resented the other's presence because they'd have to (aki turns on the green. The rival camp were set up about 50 yards apart, bu if they'd been 500 yards the RKO peo pie still could have heard the stento rinn grumblings of Fields. Mostly hi talked about Miss Hepburn. "Gren girl—Katie!" he'd say. "Delightful por- son! Of course I never believed word of it, but they tell me she picks wings off of flies." By the end of the day, Miss Hepburn was fit to bo tied. Fields is a fellow who enjoys the lunacies of Hollywood, so he was delighted, to find that his double has double for one of the sequences in the picture. The comic went nrount chuckling about it all afternoon The regular Fields double, a man named George, was too heavy for some sort of levitation stunt being performed by wires, so a light-weight double was hired for George. •Spencer Tracy and Joan Crawford were doing a torrid clinch scene for "Mannequin," but she was wearing a bij picture hat that thwarted all Tracy's efforts at a graceful embrace. They tried it so many times that everybody on the stage was hysterical. Fumed Tracy, "Hell, I might as well be trying to make love to Buck Jones!" Bnrefoot With Shoes In "True Confession," when you we Carole Lombard and Fred MacMurray walking barefooted on the rocky shore of a lake, don't wince in sympathy. For they won't be barefoot, actually; they'll be wearing rubber shoes molded and painted to look like bare feet, even to the colored toenails. These were made on plaster casts which originally were taken from the players' | own feet. To me there's .something vaguely may not know much about Marx he can give practically everybody t and spades at the game of m.ikinj reader forget himself in the de defeats and tragedies of humble^ inarticulate folk. For proof. I refer you to his novel, "To Have and Have Not" (£ ner's: $2.50). Here Mr. Hemingway concerns self with u casual citizen of Key ;in ordinary, undistinguished sorf man who has a little botil and to make a living with it for hin his wife and three children The man is just an average kinij person. During prohibition he some rum-running from Havana. ' that game blows up, he ch.utcisj craft to fishermen. When hard 111 breaks that up for him, he takes! my kind of job he can get—and wii up, at last, by getting desperately gled with a set of Cuban revolution^! who settle his hash for him with a i chine gun. On the surface, this is just a fa and somewhat brutal melodrama dcrneath, it is a warm and p.iinfuH moving picture fo a human soul ting backed into a corner by This Florida boatman is real he express his blind desire for a niman happiness and securitj, but Mr/Z Hemingway makes you undorstJiid|it{,\ ind makes it stir your emotions nrc&f ' 'oundly. "To Have and Have Not" is ama ugly easy to read. I picked it ;lanco at the first few pages, and fovfflaiy nyself halfway' through the book 1$K% ore I realized that I was .ictuallyV, eading it. ' ' ' > ' Uj " v * _ . , Anglurs' licenses were purchased by/(, •,.832,4<!8 persons in the United Slates,!' during 1935-31!, selling an all-tune^,', high. These fishermen spent for licenses. CAST OF CHARACTERS JIM, WRJVTWORTU, heroine, nurncllvc ilrlniliutle, AlyA.V JKFPllY, hero, fining young nrtlit. 1IAH1IY WK.VrWOIlTII, JIII'M Mtei>hr<»thi>r. .1 A O K WIDNTWOIITH, Jill'* brother, SYLVIA MUTTON oil hrlrevn. * * * Yeolerdnyi .luck Wtntirnrih rp»rm>» .Sylvia from noiir drotvn- iiiK In the )nkr nnil thrrrlty puv^N the wny for n new romance, niui'li nicaliiNl ,tlr*. Wrnlworth'n ulnnii. CHAPTER IV "l^OP. a moment, Jack, looking like some blond young Viking, and Sylvia, her wet hair falling back from her white face, were outlined in the doorway. "Somebody get Borne brandy, quick," Jack commanded. "And a blanket to put around her." Mrs. Wentworth moved about mechanically, giving orders to the servants. Barry had brought the brandy and stooped to hold it to Sylvia's lips. But Jack took it from Barry's hand, "Drink a little of this," he said gently, as though oblivious of the others grouped about the room. '•There, that's fine." Color was coming back to Sylvia's cheeks. She glanced wonderingly up Into Jack's face. "I was wondering what you would look like," she said. "You were the gamest — " "You were pretty swell, yourself," came Sylvia's weak voice. "i was on my way here," Jack explained to the others, "driving fairly close to shore, I heard her call for help. The boat had capsized and she was trying to swim in. Lucky she wasn't far from shore." "It seemed a long distance when you were swimming in with me," Sylvia said. Tears stung Mrs, Wentworth's eyes, Jt wasn't fair for Jack to meet Sylvia in the role of 9 rescuer, with angry elements providing a dramatic backdrop. Jack was good-looking, and girls were romantic and impressionable. She hoped, it would continue raining. Rain would provide an excuse to break up the house party and go into town. B«t the next morning there was little evidence of the past night's fury except broken branches on the ground, and rubbish washed upon the shore. A zephyr-like breeze moved, the bright awnings again. The laka was cato as glass, deeply blue. Taking jts mood from the serene skies. » * » I N the ?tterooop, Jack— who h*0n fnllnwiniy fiiyl,***. » Sylvia about like % constant shadow—took her put iQ || boat 99try, fitting ftoomiljr eft the pier, watched them start off. "You are wise to take your handsome life guard along with you," Barry said. "Another storm might come along. Maybe that's what he hopes will happen," Sylvia's face flushed. It was poor sportsmanship for Barry to pretend that Jack's bravery was a spectacular gesture. It was late when they returned. "Everybody will be wondering about you," Jack said. "If it were not for that, I'd keep you out here to watch the moon come over the lake." "Let's." Sylvia's voice was eager. "They will know no harm could come to me on a lovely evening like this—not with someone who swam Che Jnke with me in a cyclone. "It was fortunate for me that you came when you did," Sylvia said in a serious tone. "I'm wondering how it could have happened." "I suspect things are meant." Jack's earnest tone matched her own. "It all seemed to have worked out. I didn't come on the party because I expected a classmate to be in town several days. But he had to leave today, so i drove ovw here." "And tnen you heard me call for help." Sylvia's voice urged him to repeat the story, "Yes. i had siowed the car down for the turn. At first I thought I was imagining things. But I stopped the car, and next time I heard you call quite clearly," ' "I didn't call until I realized I couldn't make it in," Sylvia said. She shuddered a little, "Stop thinking about it, Sylvia," Jack spoke gently. "I'm going to take you inside where it's cheerful. I've kept you out too long.' * t * ''THE chain grated as Jack se•*• cured the boat. He assisted Sylvia out of the boat, and they stood for a moment, his arm lightly supporting her. "When I said people would be wondering—I meant Barry," Jack said. "Why?" "You see, I had the impression as we started off that Barry was pretty much upset. I had a feeling—it was a pretty definite feel- "Would you have gone "I'm an imaginative chap," answered, trying to speak ..„....„. "Barry isn't. He never thinks of,,& danger." . '^ , "At least you're very loyal,", 1 !"*/ There was an edge to Sylvia'^ juj voice. *;V * * * \ ., AT least two people were glad' * when the house party was ' ] over. Mrs. Wentworth and Jill. V^ The former realized the party ^ had been a failure, so far as her i own matchmaking plans were '»; concerned. She was sure, how- >", ever, that no real damage had ^ been done to Barry's romance., Jack and Sylvia had been thrown " together only one day. When they returned to New York and he learned that Barry was seiiously ' ( interested in Sylvia, he would step aside. Soon Sylvia would forget the exciting rescue, and turn to Barry again, l Meanwhile, Jill was congratu-* lating herself that, somehow, she had successfully forestalled one of V Milo's inevitable proposals, Shfl * was glad to be back in town. Now, sho would brush up a bit on the happenings in the art world. There wns Elise WoocJwcrth, who had sailed the dobulamic seas with her two seasons back. Elise had turned definitely -'aity," Once, last year, she had acc-orn*- panied Elise to a one-man exhibl* tion of pictures. The young man —a newcomer—had been spon* sored by a rich, elderly woman* whose name meant crowds. Jill remembered that Elise had] said: "When rich old ladies get tired of their Pekingeses, they at« tach some poor young -that perhaps I was cutting That you and Barry—" He ing- in. stopped. "It was natural for Barry to feel upset," Sylvia said. "He doesn't like the position you placed him in. He left rne on the lake and you went in after me." "Don't be too hard on him. Jle nujst have been pretty sure you had gone_in_j9 sJipre." or artist, and pull him around a leash for a while." But Jill couldn't picture cool, proud young artist being pulled about and shown off. And then, Jill had an inspira» tion. She would call Patty Ralston, Patty, who had swooned with de* light over everything from the newest tennis idol to the latest long-haired idol smasher, in col» lege days, had at last got herself tagged "author" and was doing a book with an art colony as a seU ting. Patty's friends were not only authors, they were designers, dee* orators, and artists. She would drive across town and see Patty, who could always be counted upon to speed life up, it it ever ran down. Patty—a thrill chased up and, down Jill's spine at the mere thought—might have hear4 of some one-man art exhibits! .<T»fe

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