The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

HE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, v TUESDAY, DECEMBER 11, 1928 PAGE FIV} ES RE At nt es ars EL ek Ht SEL SL yp ree ---- ~ YY IP IY IY IY TY ---- "BARBERRY BUSH One Girl's Marriage Problems The story thus far: Barbara Bush Atherton and her sister Amy live with their father, Prof. Atherton, in a mo- dest little bungalow in Cotton~ wood, Cal. * Lincoln Mackenzie, the richest boy in town and one nicest, is interested in DBar- pe %he i h to Amy's dis- t, reference "for du Spain, poet an dream- du Spa¥ Scott, pretty and sophisticated, comes to Cotton: . wood to visit her cousin, Ines Wilson, Link's wealth attracts her and she uses her wiles to bring him to her feet. Almost "his will he falls in love th her. And at the thought of Marianne Scott becoming Mrs. Lincoln Mackenzie Barbara finds herself unaccountably distressed. On an impulse Barry and Bar- bara marry and go to his old ranch to live. Resolutely Barbara herself to the varying moods of her tempermental hus- band and is rewarded by his ar- dent love, Link's wedding is de- ferred, as Marianne has revealed the exi of a husband, from whom she is mow getting a di- vorce. Link's father threatens to disinherit him if he marries her. INSTALMENT 15 Marianne was 28, three years older than Link. She had told him at first +n+ che was 24, and Link had of course believed her, ' vinci a telegram from her step mother had come on her birthday, with the damning word "twenty- eighth" included in. the message, his faint feeling of hurt and surprise that she should want to deceive him had made Link unhappy. But not for long. Marianne-knew all the rules of the oldest game in the world and how to break them, She had a beautiful, slim, boneless little body, beautiful tawny hands, and strange almond eyes, drawn up at the outer corner just a hint like a Chinese girl's eyes. In everything she was the embodi- ment of feminine lure. Her hair was silky to touch, and delicately frag- rant to smell. Her voice was low, her oriental eyes were full of subtle flatteries. Her garments embraced her, in every variation of silky line and seductive curve; her stockings were transparent, her ridiculously small feet set off by a bewildering variety of buckles, bows, straps and rosettes, On the bathing beach she looked like a bare-armed, bare-headed, bare- legged pixie, smiling up with mys- terious significance from under a barbaric sweep of bandanna. On the tennis court she had a red cap jerked down over one eye and a little scar- let coat, in dangling soft panels of silk, set off her brief white skirt, But the house was Marianne's hunting ground, cave and setting. In the morning she fairly dripped Irish lace and peach satin ribbons cun- ningly backed with lemon. And she cou uite absent-mindedly and im- pulsively fly downstairs in these inti- mate costumes, too, and eagerly greet Link Mackenzie, if Link happened to stop with a message, at the French windows that gave on the side lawn. Under these circumstances she was always deliciously confused, wrap- ping her insufficient draperies about her, doubling herself modestly into a porch chair, and scrupulously jerk- ing a scrap of lace to cover her bare ankles, whenever her eyes found them. Link had not known Marianne two weeks before he had had glimpses of her in her silk py- james, with a saucy little silk hand- chief sticking out of the breast pocket, had seen her drying her freshly washed hair, and had even seen her in bed. On the last occasion she had sum- moned him imperiously to the room where she and! Inez were chatting over breakfast trays. Just one teeny second, she had pleaded, tucking the Rigid coverlet about her. Aunt would kill her, of course, but Link must come in and let her see his face while she told him about Amy Atherton's engagement to that Duffy boy who always smelled of ether! And she had looked at him side- wise, with infinite provocation danc- ing in her eyes, under the disordered fluff of her dark hair, a "Link, do you feel very wicked, talking to us up here?" "Oh, on the contrary." Gales of laughter from the girls, and then Marianne, drawing her mouth down childishly and innocent- ly, she said: "Because you see I had to see you, didn't I, Link?" 4 : "I'll say you did!" The thought of the bedroom, in the summer morning, with its light tempered by awninged windows, and with the girls all lace and perfume and 'pink ribbons, over their silver coffeepot and hot rolls, stayed with Link all day, He would walk through the sum- mer darkness of the big gardens after dinner, to see her again, It was al- ways a thrilling experience, going to find Marianne, Little soft, perfumed, eager thing, she did not resist his kisses and his arms, With consum- mate ease she managed that they should have a few minutes alone to- gether almost every night, before the re, or that he should be selected to drive her to a dance or theater, or that Aunt Madge should consent to their walking out as far as the gar- age wall together, just to look at the moon, . Every waking minute of Link's day was consumed with the burning thought of her, Her flatteries, her and pulpy as a crushed poppy in his; these things devoured him. By au- tumn he was pleading with her to be- come his wife, begging her not to keep him waiting too long. It was then, one cold evening when the lights in the sitting room were turned low, and when the voices of some other folk, over the card table in the adjoining room, were acting as a sort of chaperon, that she climb- ed into his arms, and lay there, like a quiet, grieved child, and confessed to him, with many a pause for kisses, and many a pleading little pressure of her fingers, that she was really another man's wife. The revelation, with all that it in- volved, had staggered him for awhile. His passion for her, always a fire, had turned to an agony, and the days that the thought of her had made quivering and bright with strange, formless dreams, were dark with'jeal- ousy and pain, His father, whose quiet acquies- cence and consent to his attachment Link had construed into enthusiasm and sympathy, was adamant here, What kind of a woman was this, he had demanded harshly, who could win the love of another man while all the laws of honor and decency held her to the one? But by this time Link's fury of loyalty to her had risen to the point where it could carry him through any crisis, The bitter breach with his father had been created without any violence, after all; the two men, alike in a sort of homely ruggedness, alike in their firmly jawed, sunburned faces whose very ugliness was attractive, had exchanged no unnecessary words. "You mustn't marry her, Link, She isn't your kind." "I shall marry her." "Not as my son, you won't" It had been said dispassionately and quietly, almost absent-mindedly, and the older man, saying it, had stared thoughtfully out of the office window. "That's up to you" j #And then life was going on just as usual, father and son coming and going in the big Mackenzie mansion, speaking to each other, civil, consid- erate, well controlled. To Link only Marianne, and her low, laughing voice, and her soft frag- rant mouth, existed now. It was a bitter thought that an- other man had called her wife, that she had loved and kissed before. But, after the first pang and shock, it had only made him love her the more. Sensitive, exquisite little Marianne at the mercy of a brute. Link burned to have her free, to be able himself to comfort and console her and make her forget that there was unhappi- ness in the world. But he was not the first ardent Joves who vas to hid 4 the law's de- ys sickening iscouraging. Try as he might, he could not listen to her quite simple e tion of her legal difficulties wi feeling a violent revulsion of sympathy, with- out having his teeth set on edge. Withal, she was irresistible, groom- ed and ocieé and hated. to pe:- fection, always most conspicuous girl at any dance or gathering, al- ways the woman men instantly no- ticed and flocked to meet. And even in the critical, impatient moods Link ered sometimes upon the surface of what was so pretty and so captivat- ing. : After the day down on the ranch 'with Barbara and Barry she was es- pecially affectionate and gentle for a time. "You like Barbara, don't you Link?" she asked. "Oh, sure. She's a great girl. She and I have the same birthday, you know. We've always made a sort of joke of it." . twenty-seven 7" ano, I'm four years the old- soft kisses, her little fingers as soft | An incredulous look from Marian- | nex {Rib "Link. She's more than "No. I've known her since she was a baby, knew her grandmother, old Mrs. Bush, She's only 23, but she's ong of those queenly girls." Marianne was dissatisfied with this. "If you think she's so queenly," she commented, annoyed, "I wonder why you didn't fall in love with her?" . "Because I fell in love with you." The present was satisfactory neith- er to her nor to Link, Marianne chafed at the legal delays regarding her divorce, because the relationship between herself and Link was a con- stant anxiety 'and burden to her, They were not engaged, they were not {ree; to hold him at a steady level of devotion through weeks and weeks of inaction, was beyond her POWEE~" . If she had been free they would have been married in Sept. they would now have been man and wife for six months, But now.it was Ap- ril-May--and Marianne began to fear that only a sudden favourable turn in the tide would complete and secure her plans. If any break 'came between them now it would be fat- al, for Link naturally could not feel himself bound to a woman who was legally another man's wife, and in- deed took great pains to impress her with the fact that, until she was actually unmarried from her first husband, he would in no way thin of himsclf as her second, Link's father had taken his posi- tion definitely, He lisapproved of the marriage, he disliked the young lady, and he did not want her mentioned in his presence, If Link persevered in his pla to marry Mrs. Scott, his father would make ample provision for him and his wife, but there would be no further talk of a part- nership for Link, and his father's fortune would be divided between the two daughters of the house. All Marianne's resolute, charming battery failed on: the older man. Her subtle flatteries, her attentions, her thousand little daughtery graces had left him cold and unresponsive, even from the moment of meeting the Wilson's captivating young relative and guest, and when Link's feeli for her became evident, his father's distrust and dislike for Marianne deepened into a quite positive an-| tagonism, arianne bore this airily and hard- ily, assuring Link he would change when once they were married, But the old man grew grayer, strangely gentler and sadder, as the summer wore away, and Link never knew a moment of real peace of heart or happiness, any more. He loved his father, he loved his sisters, and he loved too, the old white-pointed brick | mansion under the big trees that had been his home for all the days of his life, But he knew now that he could not have these and Marianne, too. He must find a new home and a new business, It was all the more distressing to him becausg, as was inevitable, he had had yim now to see, ii Mar- janne, some hints of the qualities that he knew his father and sisters had already discerned in her, She was cold and superficial and selfish, in some ways, poor little girl. But then she had had such an unhappy life, Perhaps happiness and peace +f mind would soften her. Anyway, he loved her all the more for being imperfect. Every one was imperfect! And even with the faults that he could n:t help but see, Link was broad enough to deal patiently, in the humble conviction that he had plenty of faults of his own, Marianne would get her divorce on a certain Monday, Sept. 4. And she planned to be married on the following day. "I don't think it's nice to be mar- ried on the very samc day," she decided, "Do you Link?" "I hate all that part of it, dear. Let's 'not connect the two things at all, if we can help it" Her quick, resentful flush, as at a reproach. "You've been talking to Lucy, 1 suppose?" "How sensitive you are!" "I'm not sensitive at all. T wish you wouldn't always try to put me in the wrong, Link." Sometimes, after a long, exhaust- ing scene, he found himself wonder- ing how one dealt with such episodes after marriage. Oh, well, when he and Marianne were once safely mar- ried she would have less to be anx- jous and nervous about she would be quite different. An so July and August came and went. Next month! Marianne would be his wife next month. Well, it would be a relief to have it all over, to have the die cast. But already Link was looking back at his first feelings toward Marianne at the days when he had trembled at her slightest glance or word and had been afraid--tremblingly, sicken- ingly afraid--that he would never win her, as a man might look back at the delirium of a fever. Th~ hot season passed. Yellow leaves drifted down over the Wilson house and the Mackenzie house, and the leaf fires were lighted again. And it was September; it was October, But Marianne did not get her di- vorce, She explained to Link that the "horrid old judge" had made dif- ficulties and Link, secretly relieved at the respite, asked no questions. Marianne had established a Califor- nia residence and had made: her com- plaint on the grounds of desertion, presenting her suit through a San rancisco court. Link only knew that she had gone to San Francisco a few days before she expected to secure her absolute decree, buoyantly telling him .that she would buy a few pret- ties, too, while she was there, "be- cause twenty-four hours after my widowhood I shall be a bride, Link," and that she had come back angry and disappointed, because unforeseen complications had delayed the grant- ing of the decree until January at the carliest, (Copyright: 1928 By The Bell Syn- dicate Inc.) (To Be Continued) Q Ve You Chars Eyes? | Se oreg the p. Told 3, Bb, ple ies or srond to Fo eve gtons Eo, Via ion Uptypm® doy, ® or cate Urneq Whcage yeov or Gry & Yovorgy Pode," op, Fi, o the What Story Do 3 YOUR Eyes Tell? Besides being indicative of character and disposition, Il the story of your health. They show the condition of the. bloc, digestion, liver and the organs of elimination. _ Do your blue eyes indicate the same robust heal ancestors ? TE ot es tT a a i Don't She juaginion of your dvesif the wiiites are not | bright snd lear, with of sluggish liver and intestinal inactiviy, idles Banish the Yellow Tinge with res of Reed about Character Lon the Eyes in future Beecham Advertisements. A Vegetable Product DISTINGUISHED BACHELOR t Ottawa a i Ey Oonodion Fioo) al tawa and he will take up hi official duties early in the new year Ottawa, Ont, Dec, 12.--Still an-: He is six feet three in height, ol other distinguished bachelor is com-' military build, with clothes wor ing to Ottawa, He is Georges Jean jauntily; regular and finely-forme Knight, the first minister of France features and dark hair. n. 7-Passenger .., Tmperial, 7-Passenser...ccosessesossssssssss Cadillac i Type 816 Moder 31 Tx ¢ HHH HEH Chevrolet sEagoEen SESEIEIEEE | ; : sessssssesses i $1100 Roya) Sedan. $1200 Crown Sedan assanes iH sssasssssssssssnss tH HH '338 § 5 ppged 3k: EneegE : $30E 58 : BREE: 5 woods neue EE ET seins ems wossanE 7 i 308: gm HEE and model of cars. November 30, 1928 This data 1s published for the protection of pur- chasers of used cars. Keep it for ready reference. Serial numbers are shown to indicate correct year Latest copy should be dis- played wherever used cars are sold. Used Car Buyers' Guide These are maximum sale prices for cars with mechanism, tires. finish and uphoistery in good saleable condition. 826 925-6 426 1926-3 s1925 $2075 $2225 $2225 $1975 $2325 $2375 3-48 1923-4 1925-8 1026-7 200000 & Up 209001 & Up 220007 & Up y . Roadster (Playboy) Conver Coupe Sedan COUPE .oossnnsesssssssssessssnnse. oor ssnsssnsensssssnssssssssssces, SLODO Macwell | ; J : i $1700 mney Bee EO 8g 3 TW srnsnesns ssn smmanssss as. oo ammBSSSss- Seflan. conness: censsnsnshs <smsmesassnss + assssssssas fH ly