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It, IMS CBy,! BY KflY HAMILTON CHAPTER 23 ANDREW spent most of the day supervising the work in the kitchen, where he had decided to have a field day. None of these clinical- looking white kitchens for him! He could just imagine how cold and cheerless it would seem on a frigid winter morning. Instead, he was having it wood- paneled, with a dark maroon linoleum on the floor. There would be plain white ruffled, cross-barred curtains at the windows, and some pots of geraniums between his parsley and chives on the recessed sills, and copper pans upon the walls. Wylie approved. "It'll look nice," he had volunteered, when Andrew showed him the plans. One of the hardest things to find had been flooring for the new living room. It was only by chance that Andrew had heard of the projected razing of an old house which was falling in upon itself near the river. He had arranged to have the pick of the flooring, and while there was much that had to be discarded, the house had been large, and he had found that there would be enough for his room. A truck lumbered into the muddy driveway to deliver it now, and Andrew, going outside, recognized his friend, Joshua Beadle. "Well, I see you meant it," Beadle said, his blue eyes twink- j ling down at Andrew from the high driver's seat. "You said you'd settle here, and you did." "Yes, and thanks to you, I've been very comfortable," Andrew told him warmly. "You mean Miz Potts? Shucks, I knew you'd like it there. If she'd take you. But I guess you got a way with women—I hear she's boarding you now." "Only until I get moved in here. But it's a great help, not to have to run into town for my meals. Let a hand with that McClure himself one morning, after they arrived. He hadn't seen Joan since the night they had quarreled. Though he had looked forward to taking her to the Priests' house, her mother had telephoned that she had a cold and couldn't go. He had consoled himself that she could hardly invent a cold, when it was her employer's invitation. Surely Alec would have known whether she was faking .or not. But he had so looked forward to that evening. It was to have been his chance to set things right between them. Now that he understood what was behind her attitude, ,he felt he might make .some progress. But, he thought disconsolately, there was small chance of making headway if he didn't see her. He had tried dropping in at the Branfield Lumber Supply Company on some business pretext or other, but both times she had been busy—once on the telephone, once trying to soothe an irate customer—and had barely nodded to him. Mrs. McClure led the way to their 3rd floor apartment in the old house. The furniture was shabby and cheap, and Andrew realized that all the fine antiques from Boston, which Mrs. Potts had told him about, must have been sold when Mrs. McClure was struggling to rearrange her life. Her manner was completely assured, however, despite the poor appearance of the apartment, and he understood that her values were based on more intangible things than possessions. He liked her all the more for it. "What have you in those huge bundles?" she asked now, as he set them down on the floor of the sitting room. "Curtains," he answered. "These used to be in my old home, and asked her. "I'd vary the wall col- loring, of course, and I think it wouldn't be too noticeable." "I wouldn't worry about that," she said absently. "But, Andrew, I don't see how you can bear to have me cut into these. It's a crime to waste any of this material." "I don't intend to waste it," he said at once. "I thought I could use what was left for cushions, or save it for seat covers, or something like that." She gave him a fleeting glance of approval. Then she sat back in her chair and stared at the glowing mass of color at her feet. "Andrew," she said suddenly, "that man you told me about—the man who used to own the Cadillac, and who lost his money—was that you?" "Yes," he said in a low voice. Would shet too, misunderstand him, as Joan had done? "I thought so," she said now. "I thought so at the time, but 1 couldn't be sure, of course. Bu1 these—she made a small gesture toward the pile of curtains— "these spell wealth to anyone who knows good things." She straightened up, then smiled at him "Well, I'm glad for your sake that you were able to save something when it went." His heart skipped a beat. "Yoi mean—you mean, you don't mine that I used to have money?" he asked. "I'm not Joan, Andrew," she said with a little humorous twis of her mouth, "and so I don't condemn a person for having been rich. You see, Joan grew up at a time when our household was in a state of real turmoil, and she can' forget it. But I was grown, and settled In my attitude toward life, j >efore money ever came into the picture—and all the trouble that money brought with it," she added n a low voice. He knew that she had closed the subject, and he turned to go. 'Then you'll alter these for me?" ic asked, with his hand on the doorknob. It will be a pleasure to work with material like that, Andrew, even though it's going to hurt every time I have to cut off a piece," she answered him. He went away feeling cheered. Mrs. McClure liked him. She understood that money did not necessarily have a warping effect on character. Perhaps she could, in ner quite way, get Joan to see _it, too. At any rate, it gave something to hope for. (To Be Continued) him DAGNNOOD, THIS IS BLOND1E ONE MOMENT-1 I'LL CALL. | HER It takes 7,000 half-pound ears to get 50-bushel-to-the-acre corn. NOAH NUMSKULL LATHE 'HE uOVs, 1 OEAR >SOAH-= IS THE MACH'AJIST TIREO WHEN HE GOES HOME" AT A1ISHT BBCAUSE" HES B1=EW = WOLlLt> ttoU GO-f?OliNO POA1IES. AI5ETHE BEST ALL. A130UMC> "^ BUNM CKAglgrTE>*l.C by XWi* FtftlvrM SjnwJUaU. inf. BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN me give you flooring." But Beadle stood for a moment, after he climbed down, looking at the old Wheeler house with a speculative eye. "See you've got into your architect work, anyhow," he said with a chuckle. "Even though you had to do it on your own house. "Well," he spat accurately into the heart of one of the lilac bushes, "might turn out to be a good piece of business at that." The last 2 weeks of work on the house were so full that Mrs. Potts was certain that Andrew neither ate nor slept. "Now, you're not going to leave this house until you get some food an you," she would say, with the air of an ultimatum, standing over him in the dining room. "And no hurrying, either. It's not fair to treat good victuals like that. Why, you'll be skin and bones in no time. And look at the hollers under your eyes." Andrew, when by accident he did glance into a mirror, thought he looked very well. His skin had a ruddy glow, and his eyes were bright. Skin and bones, he laughed to himself, letting out his belt a notch. Well, he'd lose it again when he was doing his own cooking, and working about the farm. He wrote Bigelow to send up his furniture the third week in May. He had checked over an inventory which the butler had sent him : . gome days before, and had decided ' which pieces he would want. Surprisingly, he owned more furniture than the house would hold comfortably. He was glad that he would not have to buy any. He even had draperies, he remembered with a feeling of pleasure. Bigelow sent them up in advance of the other things. They were much too long, of course—the Delacourt ceilings had been high—but he could have them altered to fit the Wheeler windows. He took them to Mrs. they've they're been in perfectly storage, but good, and I thought they could be made to fit my windows. If you'd take on the job," he added hastily. "Let me see," she said noncommittally, helping him with the unwrapping. He pulled out the crewel embroidered ones which had hung in his father's bedroom. The soft blues and greens and golds of the wool swirled in an intricate design across' the neutral background. Birds and flowers of Oriental imagery in muted jungle tones. Mrs. McClure caught her breath a little. "Oh," she said, her eager fingers reaching out to touch them, "they're beautiful!" "I thought I'd use those in the living room—you know I've converted the barn into a living room," Andrew said, "but they're all much too long. And these," he rummaged beneath the crewel embroideries and brought up a pair of hand-blocked linen draperies, "these I thought would look well in the dining room." Mrs. McClure tore her gaze from the crewel work and stared at the linens. "Andrew," she murmured, "what magnificent material!" "And these," he untied the second parcel, .and drew forth a curtain of glazed chintz, the background a rosy apricot against which creamy flowers and yellow-green leaves spread themselves with repetitive grace. Touches of maroon and a dull blue kept the design from seeming insipid. "I have a lot of these," he said, "so I thought I'd use them in both the library and my bedroom, and perhaps have enough left for one of the upstairs rooms, as well." Mrs. McClure fondled the chintz with knowing fingers, and did not answer. "Do you think that would be too much of a good thing?" he DAI1Y CROSSWORD ACROSS '1. Fragment ,6. Expression of sorrow 9. Beach ilO. Musical instruments 12. Heathen ; 13. Worship ^14. Mulberry J.5. Short sleep 17. Mammalogy (ahbr.) 18. Tear 20. Baggage 23. Reverberate 25. Cry of a sheep 26. River (Fr.) 28. Unaccompanied men at a party 32rEscape (slang) 34. Paradise 35. American statesman 39. Sayings 40. Humble 41. Disease of chJclcens '43. Erbium (sym.) |44. River (Brazil) 47. Silly person 49. Manufactures 50. Expects with confidence 51. Permits 52. Woody perennial DOWN 1. A-conae- crated cup 2. A pig 3. Persia 4. Of punishment 5. Exclamation 6. Youth 7. Smell 8. Block of wood to check a. wheel 9. Shows mercy- 11. Covered with small figures (her.) 16. English public house 19. Greek letter 21. Fuel 22. Movable barrier 24. Merely 27. Devour 29. Girl's name 30. River (N.Y.) 31. Traps 33. Swab-like instrument 35. Edible mollusk 36. Not general 37. Arouso from sleep Saturday's Answer, 38. Opposite of day 42. Indigent 45. Soak flax 46. Donkey 48. Open (poet.) 12. 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AFTER WE KILLING WE MADE YESTERLW, I SUPPOSE WE" MUST EXPECT A SLUMP IN BUSINESS. 1 6-28 m WE JUST COULDN'T EXPECT TO ] DO SO WELL EVEBY LW. BUT WEVE MADE A FINE START, -- BUSINESS WILL GRO\v BIT BY err- AND IN A.FEW--CHOH! DEAR.DEAR WHERE HAVE MY WITS BEEN? WHY DIDN'T r SEE Tv4lS COMING? THERE GO ALL MY DREAMS FOR THIS SHOP* Caft. I?4X King ft^aro SptfiMt, lac. WocU rigKt remid.,1 >MAH, QUEST CF EGYPT, HAS COME TD THE CONFERENCE OF KINGS TO CAUSE TROUBLE AND BY/ CASTING SPELL CM OAKY HAS MADE HIM AGREE TO ASSIST HEK WITH HER EVIL PLANS... 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