The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on August 13, 1936 · Page 6
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, August 13, 1936
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PAGE SIX ULYTHEVILLE, (ARK.) COURIER THURSDAY, AUGUST 13, 1936 By Mary Raymond © 1936 NEA Service, Inc. il CHAPTER I TT was the end of the season. lieason enough, Molly told herself, for feeling tired and re, bellious mid dissatisfied. Debut time was almost over. And what had it got her? A lei of orchids, petals only slightly crushed by lost night's wearing, met her eyes. They had been placed ou the window ledge through habit. Jiila, her maid, would wear them some place tonight when she stepped out nftcr serving hours. There would be more orchids lor. Molly, arriving in glittering cellophane covering from Wick. Orj gardenias from Donald. Or perhaps yollow rosebuds from Brent. Or violets, waxy croon leaves curled about their deep purple hearts, from Hubert who was romantic, like his flowers. Debut had brought lier Wick, Donald, Hubert, Brent—and the others. The other men were like. ks&r slurs twinkling against the' definite, authentic brightness of' desirability represented by the quartet. • ; Wickersham Ross was wealthy, handsome and nice. Donald Livingston represented the inner circle of the "four hundred," a small, linhd-pickcd group that claimed top place .socially through right of heritage, boasting ancestral lines that stretched into n past so dim it shouldn't have mattered In modern times. Yet somehow it did. Tremendously. All the famous families would open their arms lo Donald's wife. Donald, arrogant, cocksure, correct, wilh his splendid old town house that was frightfully m need of rcdcc- nratiii|», and his country place where he cnlcrlained frequently, keeping up a pretense of a comfortable- income. Donald had found it necessary to retrench for some vague reasons concerned with slocks and bonds. * * * JJUBDRT WALLACE was just n debutante rusher. This year he hart picked Molly. Hubcrl'was n Good playfellow, but perhaps aftei n time you would become tired of a life thai'was an endless merry-go-round, and then where would you be? : . "Golden girl!" She could hear Hubert's caressing voice, now "Marry me, and you'll dine on •niauberrics and cream like Ihi good little girl in (lie -nurecr: rhyme." • : ' "No thanks." Molly had retort cd. "Strawberries give me iiidi. i,e£lion and cream.might make mi Jal. I'm not n good little girl, am I'rp too old for nursery rhymes. 1 llrent Stuart, who ha'd been lis lepiiig in on one of Hubert's itiimcious and quite casual pro posals, had queried, "What do yoi •want, child? What kind of gir are you?" "Don't know, lo both your qucs tlons," Molly had replied. "I wan to,find oul." Thinking about Brail's nice natlcr-of-faclness stilled for the iioment the tumult in her mind, tumult started often there days >y (he sight of (lowers and t!u> mall white cards witli their crawled messages. They raised nterrogation murks, these small vhile symbols ot a decision she nust make soon. For, of course, every girl should 'nd her debut with an announcement of her engagement. That vas what debuts were for! In Molly's case it was more ur- ;ent. H was two years now since icr father's marriage to Donna, iVbo was only five years older ;han herself. Donna was getting lick and tired ot a stcpmollici •ole. It aged her a bit. Pressure, subtle as it was, was being brought (n bear on'Molly toward i decision. "GiWdness, Molly," Donna had said. "What is the matter with YOU? Four of the season's mos! eligible men at your heels and yoi can't make up your mind. Yot could draw straws and win a husband any girl would be proud to ;ct." A.jOLLY stirred restlessly on hei lu - pillow. It wouldn't be Hubert vho babbled things like "Golden "rid" at her. Nor Wick, with bis casual acceptance of her as a suitable wife. Iv'or Donald, with his suave llatlery ;md appraising eyes. That, of course, led Brcnl. Brent, witli his leasing, gray eyes, his ;ood-!ooking, but not hero-handsome face, his strong man's shoulders. The thought of Drcnl boll steadied and stimulated Molly Strange. liul Brent was like thai There was just one thin, wrong wilh choosing Brent. Yoi couldn't accept a man who hadn 1 asked you to marry him. Domii ilidn'l know that, and persisted ii lliu theory that Brcnl was in' ; sort of delirium about Molly.' And all the lime (here \va Brent with his big-brothcr-lik' devotion thai might mean some IliiiiS! and mighl menu nothing ;i all. Perhaps she didn't want it t menu anything. Brcul wouldn' call her "Golden Girl." But he' be certain to call hei- "child," a he had done ever since Molly wa 12 and lie was a perfectly mat: denim; and insulting Hi years ok Who wanted la be called "child all her life? Strangely, he hadn't mocked a the name Hubert had suggcslc during an Intermission ot debut ball. "Golden hair, golden eyes with amber lights, golden skin," Hubert had said sotlly. "Sounds Chinese," Molly had laughed. "Not yellow. Golden," Brent had corrected. "You have a sunny kind of skin and It's deeper gold when you put on tan in the ! summer." "Why, Brent!" Molly had exclaimed. Tliis from imiller-of-facl Brent -Stuart! If he should ever propose 'and if Molly said yes, she would live in thai line old home of 13rent's, with its mellow paneling and gracious air of age and dignity. A tliul was the proper selling ir the son of a famous architect, ho was making a name for hiin- 'It in the same profession. * * + ^HK telephone tinkled and. she •*• heard Rita, Ihe maid, answcr- ig. "I'm awake, Rita," called Molly, nything was better thaii going vcv the same ground and getting o where—no where beyond men id (lowers and telephones . . . nd security. That was it! Molly wanted a angci'ous current in her life, omething lo stir her pulses—not smooth, endless succession of artics and parlies, leading flnal- (o a brilliant wedding. The voice ovcv the wire was nly Hubert's. ".Sorry," Molly lold him, trying 0 keep boredom from her tone. 1 don't feel up to luncheon to- ay. Give me a rain check, won't on, Hubert?" Just being polite. The convocation of their crowd was always e and meaningless, when it vasn'l brittle and stinging. '.Sometime I'll be so bored and jitter that the claws will come nit. I'll be like Sophy and Bar- jara and Donna," Molly thought. You couldn't help feeling sorry 'or Donna, who had gone hither md yon, after an unsuccessful debut, but had finally attached Dad ind his millions. Though perhaps Harrying one of the richest men .n the country (that was what the newspapers and income lax people said), hadn't been a bad compromise for missing romance. The telephone again. Molly answered and felt a pleasant, reassuring feeling rushing over her. That couldn't mean anything more than devotion, since it lacked the strong, wind-hi-yoiir-ears sensation which aiiy girl knew meant being in love! "Hi, mutt! I'm coming out." "I won't be taken for granted this way," Molly thought, suddenly mutinous. Aloud she replied sweetly, "No, you aren't. I'm feeling not so (op, Brent. Cold and headache." "Rebellion," declared Brent firmly. "1 know Ihe symptoms." l\fOLLY laughed at Brent's re•" J - ply. Thai was the nice thing about IJrent. He understood, without being angry. "Is It a headache, cold and rebellion that will continue until evening?" Brent inquired pleasantly. "Because it occurs to me al the moment thai I'm'taking you lo Peggy Corlyle's dance." 'Good memory," Molly nn- swcTcd. "Your name's on my dale book, too. As a matter of fad, llrenl, I've decided to skip Peggy's dance," "You can't do that!" Brent exclaimed. "Besides being a date, It's a special kind of dale. You know I always spend your birlb- days with you." "Just an old childish cuslom," Molly replied cooly. "Anyway, I didn't say I wouldn't spend my birthday with you. I'm counting on your skipping the dance with me." "Oli, you are." Brent spoke slowly. "Naturally.. You don'l sound very enthusiastic." "What's on your mind?" "I'm planning to celebrate differently," Molly explained eagerly. 'Trances Carter was telling me about that new night club near Bccclilaud — the 'lied Poppy.' Frances said it was terrific." "It is." Brent's voice came grimly over the phone. "N'o place for you lo go." "And why nol?" "You young idiot. That place is in danger of beipg raided any time. How would you like lo wake. up behind bars?" "I wouldn't mind a -bit. At least, it would be a new experience." "Well, I won't lake you to place like that." "You won't?" There was dangerous inflection in Molly';, voice. "No. Besides Peggy's party i one i can't miss. Perhaps it ha slipped your memory that I'm do ing the alteration on the Carle counlry place." "Business before pleasure, o course. I'm not going to the Callers' tonight. Why don't you as 1 . Evelyn Lester to lake my place Siic adores dances—and you." "Arn I to undc-rsiand yo don't?" Brent laughed. Molly considered n momenl. ' don't adore dances tonight, and adore you only with qualifiua •lions." "Be reasonable, Molly!" "Hope you like the dance, Molly said. Brent seemed brightly u crushed. "See you soon." * * * jyrOLLY clicked the phone place and sat considering . blank face with a slight frown o her own. : "So superior!" Molly said i dignanlly. "I don't like bei: called 'child' and 'mull' a: treated as though I haven't c my baby teeth yet. If he woi afternoon, bringing lircnt's gift. Molly gasped, frowned, and then laughed. The idiot! He must have spent the whole day assembling this ridiculous home-made marionette theater. The setting for Ihe tiny actors was a lurid dive, with bizarre colors and tiny, absurd piclures on Ihe wall which carried oul a very wicked nt- mospherc, The small puppets, Iheinselvc-s, were perfectly cast. One, when manipulated properly with a string, lurched toward a couple sitting at a table, and dangled a dreadful looking miniature knife. Another miniature gentleman never could be made iv stand on his legs, but toppled and staggered in the most inebriated manner. Molly regarded one of the tiny actors with suspicious eyes. A golden-haired puppet staring out at the scene with wide, excited eyes. "Might as well be tagged 'Molly,'" she thought. "Stay home, child, and nmusc yourself with this small edition o£ n'.ght life," read Brent's card "ChiW!" MoV.y's soft, red lips closed firmly. "That's exactly what be thinks I am." She put Brent's gift back in the big box and closed the top. After a moment, she took Ihe minialiire theater out again and :;oon was deeply engrossed in making the tiny actors perform. "Bui if ho thinks for a moment I'm going to spend my birthday pulling strings, lie's mistaken." Molly laughed al Brent's reply. That was the nice thing ?.boi Brent. He untlaslooil, without being i-n»ry. ake me, somebody else will. I'n-1 Wick hesitated only a >cing cneatcil. Kept housed up ke—like an orchid." On an impulse, she lifled the orchids and dropped Ihem into a dainty, be-ribbou-i waste basket lear her dressing t;;b!e. Then she stooped and retrieved them. Rita adored orchids, even second-hand ones. She possessed a Latin capacity for emotiori that Molly sometimes envied. TUla would step oul wilh her young man and they would go plaoj. "And that," Molly decided, "is what I'm going lo do tonight—go places!" She came from her shower morf jolden than ever, eyes shining, and sparkling drop's of water clinging to her burnished hair. The third telephone call brought Wick's voice. "Lo' night owl." A proper salulatiort that hinled Wick credited her wilh a degree of sophistication. Neither did Wick howl wilh amusement at the idea that she could be satiated with social events. "Skipping Peggy's dance?" he queried and added, "I'll skip it wilh you." "Wick!" breathed Molly. "Would you? Take me to the fled Poppy." "HigV.l-o," he agreed. ANOTHER package followed within an hour. "Wanted to spend your birthday with you," moment, j Brent had written on the card. "It isn't! "Since I can't, I'm sending a the sort of night club I'd pick for! proxy." The package disclosed a you, but it might be exciting that what you'd like?" "Like is the wrong word. I crave excitement. Doesn't anything ever happen except dances, receptions, teas and cocktail par- lies?" "I have an idea plenly happen 1 ; j at the Red Poppy. As I said, it isn'l tile sort of place we'd generally go — " "That's why we're going!" Molly cried. "Oh, Wick, this is going lo be the nicest birthday I've ever had. I'm celebrating the end of my 'teens with a mature, kind of adventure."' : ' l • * ' " -•; £ "Your birthday! T guess that calls for about 20 orchids," Wick teased. "No orchids tonight. This must be different. Is this place so very terrible?" Molly's uvged him on. • "Wait and see!" eager voice WICK, Molly went about decided, as she dressing, was an understanding person. Much more understanding than Brent with his tenacious memory for birthdays. A big package came late thai Is iholograpli—Brent, of course. 'Of all the conceited idiots," Molly breathed. "I suppose he .hinks I'll put this on my dressing table where I'll have lo look at t every time f powder my nose. Well, I v.-cm'l!" A third package arrived at 7. A beautifully bound and rare first edition. "Just to make up for those two terrible gifts, and also to carry you through a lonesome evening," Molly rear' "So he thinks!" Molly said to herself, dusting powder on her face, and this time carefully avoiding Brent's steady gray eyes, looking out at her fron^ the drcss- ' ig table. Brent was a dear and the book was a gem. But she mustn't forget how stubborn and unyielding he had been. It was going to be fun tonight. It was going to be even more fun tomorrow lo tell that obstinate would-be-protector about it. How she had not only seen wicked night life, but had rubbed elbows witli it. Wick had said: "Wail and see!" Well, sho was waiting! (To lie Continued) Hobo Philosplicr Declares 1-Day Work Week Sufficient to fit. into tin: new scheme properly. Puyne .himsolf works ft few days at farming or berry picking to cto . fray, his expenses. He carries a • pack on his back with bed clotli- j liif and cooking utensils. OKLAHOMA CITY, (UP)— ROJIT i for in idle machinery, crime, harm- j He Is nol and doc.s not Intend the "hobo philcsop'iix" of-1 ful drugs and general loolishncw. i to be n candidate for public omcc. j r>rnpram fnr Am- ! Vnvnr* nrtMips I . fers n four-point program for Am-1 I'ayne men that easily lakes top place Under his anion? any ot the movements to, Ihe left. • I He proposes; iA one-day, work week. A minimum wage of $50 n week. Work for those who wLsSi it. Travel and study for leisure Urn;. Payne, holder of two degrees from Cambridge College, England, cites himself as an example ot what, a rnan can do by working no more than 50 clays a year. He points out that for many years as a gentleman farmer in England, iie worked 50 days eac',1 year, and kept his books balanced. Tile trouble with the present system, as he sses it. Is that Americans arc work crazy. "All we know is work.'"All we do h work." And with that }ie advances his plan of a one-day work week. He figures that two flays of the workers' week go lo pay profits, interest and rent of those who own land and machines. Another two days are taken up ' by waste. Trie waste is account?;! j „ of "general mess" come those perrons en.. .. - in such occupations as parking bird .seed for c.iuiirlos. His statistics show onc-IHt'ii ot Ihe population unemployed. Thus. It the worker could riil Leprosy Found Under 1 In Canal Zone' SAN FRANCISCO (UP)—When! the Unllc.1 Stales completed its i .ma. n i..v \\uihcr cuisju mi -Military cleanup of the Pananu himself ot the two days he works! Culml Zo "» preliminary to digging for the capitalist, two days for] 1 '' 1 '' ra "nl Itself, it not only wipsd ; waste, and share Ms work" with!""' yellow fever, but virtually • those w-lio are unable lo find em-; nu 'e<l leprosy _as well, according I plcle<l a leprosy survey in Latin American colonies, says that only three of the :!20 lepers admitted lo the Bilo Keco colony, near Ual- boa, came from Panama. Tin: Palo seco colony,, wiiirti houses all of the known lepers in Panama, is under the jurisdiction of the health department of Ihe Panama Caunl. All new and ;u- rcslcd cases are examined at ihp Ciorgn.s Hospital, named in '.lonor of (he American general who directed, the Canal Zone cleanup. Or. Anderson found thai Hi; mortntll.- in (he Palo Scco colony Is surprisingly low. Of the HO ]i>p- ' ers who have died since I'ne establishment of the colony, only six expired from the disease Itself. I Tuberculosis am! nephritis claimed, by far the largest, number of mortality cases, h» reports. j | Chaulmoogra esters, strict sanitation, and ctasely supervised diet! I constitute the principal curative j I agencies, he says, although mer- , ' ciirochromc was found useful for a time. More than half of the patients. I he reports, arc engaged in gainful occupations. j During the 20 years t'nc institution has been In operation, nol a single employe has contracted the disease. Lawn Golf Popular Still In Ashevilie, N- C. ASHEVILLE. N. C. (Ul'»—Miniature golf still is popular here, where more lliau 3,000—an average of nearly 80 a day—have played so far this summer. It. is estimated G.GQO will play the course before Ihc end of the summer. Head Courier News Want Ads. ploymcnt, then the one-day work week would result, aS Payne the- orbos. The SSO-a-wcek wage scale was selected arbitrarily, !'.iyn c says a j workman needs that much money: RADIO REPAIIiING lo Dr. H, It. Anderson of the University of California lte:lical School. Dr. Anderson, who has com- Mississippi County, Arkansai HUBBARD T1RK & BATTIBT NO MISER Would keep niniv Hum i lies— a dollar ton mill- This being the year for assessing hud.-, vou arc hereby notified thai all cleared lands will lie assessed at 820.00 per acre and uncleared lands al SS.OO to 810.00 per acre. ' If you are the owner, or represent Hie owner of lands now assessed, take notice of the (uljustmenl in assessment and meet with equalization board the week of August 17. We would like lo have the co-operation of the school hoard in each district R. L. GAINES, Assessor. Wciv i( not for its luirdiasiiifr power, and— ! HB Q| Our lubrication is the l dollars worth any saving c a r M owner can intv— PHILLIPS Serviec ("enter HALE JACKSON s i 0 thank all of his friends in every soclio'n of Mississippi (lonnly for lluMi- generous support H'hirh enabled him lo win the noiniiKUion for Sheriff .and Col- leelor in Tuesday's eleelion. O Every street dema'nds a gritty, non-skid surfacs fortbe protection of motorists and pedcstriansi /JjV At night you need a pavement with high vis!.' © Safety also calls fora pavement that is free from ' .chuck lioles, ruts and bumps:.; and stays thac way with minimum maintenance. I O You want a pavement that drains quickly i i J' that is easily cleaned and stays clean i i t nS depressions to catch dirt. © You want a pavement that makes the whole neigh- borhoodlook modern, prosperous, attractive! j Concrete:; i and only concrete;;; completely meets all 011 these speci6cations; -- I For complete pavement facts write to " • ~i PORTLAND CEMENT ASSOCIATION 1412 Syndicate Trust Bldg.j St. touli, Mo.' CONCRETE is mm AI IOW-COST MVEMENT

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