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Oct. 5, 1949 City Otobt-GizetU, Maion City, !•, BY FAITH BALDWIN CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT ON SATURDAY night, everyone nad come, overflowing from living room to lanai. Mrs. Kalen was as efficient in a kitchen as in an operating room and Kazue, a brown little woman, more precious than gold. They had set up the , j et> o£ hot rice an <i chicken, cold crab, salad, raw vegetables, fruit and cheese and coffee, hot or cold. And Cordelia looked around, remembering her first house, her heart tight with an old sorrow. For she had hated that house on Maui to which Hugo had brought her as a bride. She looked at him now, talking to Kurt Langer, a neglected glass in his hand, his undistinguished face alive with interest, while Langer listened, knowing you can always learn from the men who know. And now Hugo lowered his voice to ask, "How's Chris making out?" "All right." It wasn't high praise but Langer was not given to praise. All right meant just that. He added, "He gets along with his men. They come to him to settle problems, ex officio. Or so I hear. And he does. It's usually something personal— a wayward daughter, a bad-tempered wife, a fight.. ." Cordelia could not hear what they said, but she knew that, whatever it was, her husband was pleased. Curious, how fond she had grown of him, she thought. Perhaps inevitable in the circumstances. She knew his faults and his stubbornness, a stubbornness not unlike her own; she recognized his small vanities and his limitations. He was a good man, he had loved her always and been kind and patient, a patience she had tried on more than one occasion. Beside her, Mrs. Langer was Try and Stop Me -By BENNETT CERF- talking about Terry. Everyone liked her, she said. She fitted in. Did Mrs. Russell know Terry had organized a little class of Portuguese women, the older women who spoke so little English? Terry spoke Portuguese as fluently as Spanish. So she taught them English ... Supper was good, conversation relaxed, and no one stayed very late although Saturday nights they could stay later than other nights. The men abhorred weekday night festivities, always remembering the blast dark. of the whistle in the Before they, left, "I bought you a gift," said Cordelia as Terry followed her into the bedroom. "But I said, no gifts," Terry cried, dismayed. -"And Lilia said she wouldn't. Chris and I promised we wouldn't. Not this year." "But it belongs really to Chris. It was his mother's. I found it among her things in Paris. I suppose he's forgotten it. I kept it, iip Terry." She smiled. "I don't want any ro o re .' it now, perhaps I haven't Wanted it for a long time." It was a miniature, set in a big locket of gold, seed pearls and enamel. It opened and a face looked back at you. Terry held it in her hands and looked at .the smiling face that smiled back at her. The man looked like the portrait of Bob grown older, and smiled as Chris did. "Thank you' for giving it to us," she said. "It's not very good," said Cordelia. She closed the locket and shut it into Terry's hand. "Are you finding it hard here?" she asked. » "Often. I'm not as practical as I thought, and much more ignorant. I don't always want to be silent as I often must be, nor always as polite. I like Mrs. Langer. She's about the most active woman I've ever known, and one of the nicest. I like Mrs. Kolen too. Some of the others seem trivial to me or uninteresting. They're all ambitious of course. Some are gossips, some are plain ordinary cats. But most of them work hard for their husbands. We have that much in common. It was more difficult at first of course, knowing that the gossip had got around and that—" she broke off, then said helplessly, "Sometimes people are nice to you because they are sorry for you and like being sorry!" • Cordelia patted her shoulder. She said, "Hand me my wrap, will you?" And then, "You'll make out all right, Terry, you and Chris." When they had gone Terry was conscious of a letdown, her back ached and her feet. Also her face, probably from smiling. She emptied ash trays and straightened furniture. Kazue and the little girl hired for the occasion, had left the kitchen in order. And tomorrow was Sunday. "Tired?" . "A little. But it was fun. Do you think, they liked it?" "Of course." He put his arm around her. "Oh, you," he said, "you'll do. And you look so pretty." She v/ore the yellow dress and the pearls, and said, smiling, "Etut Lilia's prettier." "I suppose so, in a way. But I've come to prefer you. It's an acquired taste, like olives." She released herself and went into the bedroom and he followed her. She said, "It was sweet of Helen to cable. I wonder if they'd come out this summer. After all, we still have an extra bedroom." "What do you mean, still?" "Nothing at the moment. I Just thought, in another year, if you're not against the Idea, it might be occupied permanently." "JIaven't yon enough to do?" "Has any woman? Look, Chris." She opened the dresser drawer and took out the locket. lie looked at It, open in her hand. "I'd forgotten it. Where In the world did It come from?" he asked. "Aunt Cordelia had it and gave it to us ionight. It was like writing finis to a, long chapter for her. Does It look like him?" "Very much. I remember the artist— father lent him money. I don't know where he picked up the locket. Wait a minute—yes, I do. In a pawnshop of sorts in London. That was the year he made quite a little, writing, and we went everywhere practically. I remember Morocco best." She said, "Chris, it's Incredible but I don't know your father's given name, four mother was Olivia. But your father . . . was he Christopher, too?" Ho looked at her in astonishment. "Surely," he said, "you knew that his name was John?" She took the locket and closed it. "I didn't know. So Aunt Cordelia gave It to her son, as a middle name. You were called Christopher; and J»ck wasn't, although he was older. I've wondered about that." "I never thought much about it, Terry, are you happy?" "I've never been so happy." "Don't think me a reformed character," he warned her. "There are times when I find myself getting that what-the-hel] feeling. It does not last. But I dare say it will come when things go wrong, when I can't see my way clearly. I get sore about something; when the whistle blows and I get up and it's raining or there's trouble brewing somewhere or someone steps on a pet corn. But this much I know. I'm going to stick if it kills us both. I've something to work for; someone to work for and with, and something ahead. You'll be fed up tots of times. The difference between the halfhearted job < once did and this Is plain enough—I didn't want to like what I was doing then. Now I do." He went back in the living room and opened the desk drawer. "Come here, Mrs.Russell," he said. She followed and he turned, wllh a little package in his hand. "C broke my promise. I have an anniversary present for you." "Oil, Chris," she said, distressed, that's toot fair. I kept my promise." The money for the emerald, banked Jointly, for emergencies; It was disaster Insurance. They were not to touch It, they had pledged, unless it was vitally necessary. The little house was rent free, they would live on his salary, banking as much as possible of the extra money, his monthly check and hers. For the first time in their lives they would save. And, she had thought, when the time comes there, must be money for the future—not A ST. LOUIS lady, who had slept on her fire-escape in hot weather for years without the slightest mishap, was discovered there one day by an earnest social worker. The social worker, endeavoring to illustrate the danger of sleeping in such a spot, put one foot on the escape, slipped, fell 'four stories, and broke both her legs. * * * In honor of the annual cat show at Madison Square Gar-, den, Gabriel Arias thinks pub-« Ushers and theatrical producers should have co-operated by temporarily changing the names of current successes to The Yoitnf) Cats by Irvvin Shaw, / Captured Die Cntatle by Dodic Smith, CATalina by Somerset Maugham, and Kiss Me Kut by Cole Porter and the Spe^acks. * * * * Dr. Flanders Dunbar, author of Mind and Body, defines a psychologist as a man who, when a beautiful young lady enters a room, watches everyone else. Copyright, 1PI9, by ttennetl Ccrl. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. SCOH'S SCRAP BOOK By R. J. SCOTT SCRAPS' her future alone, nor Chris* . lie said, "I didu'.t tap the bank roll, darling. I squeezed out a little here, a little there, and there's an old Chinese who works reasonably in gold . . ." "Chris, are you craxy?" "No. I ordered it after I got the Job. It will servo several purposes. As a reminder, as a warning, as a bond. . ." He took her In his arms. "Never take it off, darling, it was once bad luck, but not He kissed her and then opened the box and took from it a very delicate narrow bracelet, thin and fine. He put it around her wrist, fastened the intricate catch, and she looked at it between tears and laughter. It was a symbol and a promise, .the little bracelet, fashioned in the likeness Of a golden shoestring. Better than the emerald, which she sometimes missed, heavy on her hand, better than the pearls, which also could be Insurance, colled about her neck, better than the Jewel box glittering with her mother's things and those Cordelia had given her. Better, even, than Chris' rings on her left hand. lie said, "Stop staring at it, and come to bed. It's late', and if we're really going on that picnic . . ." "It's beautiful, Chris," she said, "I'll never have anything I'll love so much." "There ore times," he said, "when the foresworn extravagance is Indicated. Do you think Jack's mentally disturbed? When he left he smote me on the back and said, 'You're doing a good job—all the luck In the world.' I think he meant It. What came over him?' ' "Mr. Langer perhaps. I heard him telling Jack how well you're doing." "That's no reason, in Jack's book." She switched out the last light in the room. "Come out on the lanal a minute," she aald, and when they stood there together, she looked up at the black immensity of the sky, hung with stars, and at the darker shapes of the mountains. She said, "Let the feud die. This is your home, I am your wife, and we have our lives before us." Someone walked down the street singing, a clear young voice. The flowers dreamed In fragrance, the night was warm and still. Terry's bracelet slid down on her wrist, she could feel it's fragile weight. I shall wear it, she thought, when I am very old. She turned to Chris and held fast to him, sorrowing that she must grow old, knowing a wild rebellion that some day she must die, or he before her, yet rejoicing that they were young and loved each other, that in their time they would know struggle and grief, anxiety and fulfillment, and always, the important thing, the sharing of these. And In that moment she relinquished her last hold on that which was past and turned her eyes toward the veiled and challenging future. (THE END) DOES -Irtt OLDEST fAVULY TO BE MO WE. JEALOUS AHt> SELFISH HIS AHP IH>/EH<10H OF r. SILK «AUZ£., Dtsmr-EC-fcO AHP £Ef m A SMALL ROOM AND BOARD By GENE AHERN TH/<r MEAL AT ERICS HOUSE LAST NIGHT V/AS DELICIOUS- • • - - POT ROAST, POTATO PANCAKES AND APPLE SAUCE ••-•BUT WHAT FOLLOWED WAS FRIGHTFUL/-----HIS WIFE PUT US TO CLEANING THE PARLOR. WALLPAPER.'" V/E WORKED UNTIL MIDNIGHT AND GOT IT HALF-DONE, THEN THEY INVITED ME TO DINNER AGAIN TONIGHT AND FINISH THEJTOB AFTERWARD/- E FEELS A CASE OF GOUT COM1NG ON- DAILY CROSSWORD DEAP? AJOAH=- IT IS SA1I> |_1<3HTMIM<S NEVER STRIKES TWICE /Al ~THE SAME PL.A.CE OMC& ENOUGH DE5AR A10AH = HOW MANY FLOWERS CAU SLEEP//J A SfNtSUE- FO-OWEfR BE?P? RUSSELL. AL.L.H/4 XENO YOU15 NOTIONS TO>JOAH ACROSS 1. Natives of Poland 6. Volutle 10. Think 11. Long-eared rodent 12. Furnishes temporarily 13. Put forth effort 15. Part of "to be" 16. River (Pol.) 18. Music note 19. Flowed 20. Time between periods 23. Coquettish 24. String or cord 25. Claw 28. Caste 29. Ancient Greek coin 30. Sloths 31. Rags 33. American Philological Association (abbr.) 36. Mulberry 37. Large tub 38. Spigot 39. A wigwam 42. Merits 44. Midday 45. River (Ger.) 46. Epochs 47. Backs of necks DOWN 1. Large white bear 2. Musical drama 3. Kind of fabric 4. Finish 5. The sitting of a court 6. City (Belgium) 7. Slack 8. Anger 9. 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