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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES. FRIDAY, JANUARY 16, 1931 \. Beth Shannon, pretty and 21, or and fhe sole support of her- f and her Invalid widowed pther, has fallen violently and sonably wu love with Philip her new employer, She refused to marry George Met- who has Ddefriended both h and her mo'her in the two they have had to live in an ly tenement apartment on the t Side of New York. George, tho, of course, knows nothing of th's infatuation for her em- Dyer, suspects some change in and resolves to find out What has caused it. [fe knows 'of the strange arrival of a trunk Of fine clothes from Beth's dead t Maris, and of a lettor from @ same source marked "To be 'opened one year om today," and He thinks the: i(hings havo had something to do with Beth's new 'attitude. The trunk has been '@ent to some friends of Beth's for safe keeping. Beth is plan- ming to visit Frances and Ned vens this Sunday and looku orward to telling them of all at $s happened ere last together, INSTALMENT VI Rivals Beth couldn't know, of course, that George had spent most of Sat- urday night roaming around the streets, calling himself a fool one minutes for not having married her mer, and the next minute hat- : Beth and telling himeelf that . he would never see her again. But bythe time midnight had pass- d his anger was gone and he was ire oniy of a terrible ache, a artche, and a profound sense of esolation that he had lost her, When he did go to his room it was with stiffened determination to 'Win Beth for his wife, and a strong since they secret she was hiding from him, . Beth knew nothing of this and © would have cared very little If she t= had. She was through with George. a 'She didn't even mean to think of by Barbara Webb 4 » bably never be able to wear them, they were made for a debutante, not a poor working girl, but they're nice to look at anyway." Style Show Frances rose eagerly. "Of course I want Yo see thm. I've been tempted to kick the lock oft that trunk a dozen times these last few weeks." | But although Beth nad told her that the clothes were gorgeous Krances was not prepared tor wkat she saw. She looked at them with an experienced eye, turned them wrong side out, and finally g.anced at Beth solemnly. "Do you know just exactly how wonderful these things are?" "I know they're expensive," Beth began, Expensive! My word, Beta, they're from one of the best dress- makers in Paris, to begin with, aud they were chosen by some one who knew clothes inside out. We haven't anything--not anything at all in the store, at any price, as beautiful as these are. I have a hunch your aunt knew a great deal about clothes and got them made much better than the average American visiting Paris, even a buyer, can get them, Listen, I want to see them on you." She went to the bedroom door and knocked. 'Get up, Ned," she called, "we want to put on a tyle show, and we need the mirror in there." There was a moment of sleepy grumbling, then Ned, hair tousled and bathrobe tied around him, came out yarwning. "Hullo, Beth," he said, kissing her cheek, "Awtflly glad to seo you, even if you do interrupt my beauty sleep. What's this about a style show?" Frances told him and Ned settled himself on the second-hand daven- port and devoted himself to the iim anymore, so, with her mother comfortably established for the 'day, her best hat on her head, and the prospect of a long, happy af- ternoon with Frances, she took the bway after church out to the nx. Frances greeted her with de- f, ~ "Ned's still sleeping, poor dear. 3 does love his Sunday nap and I fold him to go ahead and sleep himself out, it would give you and me a grand chance for a talk. I'm simply dying with curiosity about ths trunk and your new job and hing--now tell me all apout Beth looked around the small, living room, Frances had made every curtain, every pillow, "every drapery in it. Ned had painted egg crates to make book- shelves for the walls. oTgether they had scoured «oe 0 and shops, buying old ities ana n rickety old table and mend- "in~ 'em. painting them, [itting vt vith pillows and cover room blossomed into a som- 3 Frances had thought gay dishes at the dime Store, her silver came frem there, four of everything, so they d have company. In the year ce they were married not a week passed without the careful ex- diture of 25 cents here, 50 cents here, to make their home more fomfortable. 1 "Come Clean" Beth admired their efforfs in- Jonsety. but most of all ghe adwired ces' nonchalant manner about © ftall. Frances made a jest of their es, she called their economies *$hrowing crumbs to the well- wn wolf,' and ehe honestly d openly rejoiced in every small g they achieved together. low Beth smiled at her. "It's rely to be here, Frances, the ce of home. flee, Boi ann ace looks better every time I see | EI Ad "Oh, the Vanderbilts have noth- g on us, Beth darling. By the time Ned and I get through 'ixing i Bhis place up the landlord will take look at it and raise our rent. t we can talk about that later. want to kPew every single thing that has happened to you since I saw you last." Bo Beth, sipping the coffee Fran- i ses had - made for them, told her put the trunk and the letter and new job, and how Mrs. Shan- was progressing, and even put George's proposal the night Frances giggled at that. 4 a perfect gargoyle. Beth, George is." Then she looked 8 dly at her friend. "But 1 'everything'--you're koening thing back, my dear." am not," sald Beth indignant- "T've' told you every sngle ", y_ "Oh, no, you hd¥en't. Out with Ll & now. Come clean." lh blushed. "Honestly, Fran- T don't know what you're talk- " 'ag about, | "Look at he blush, and then ave the face to say that. Come in now. I know you're in Meve. I all the signs of the disease, got it myself. Tell me about " h shook her head. "I can't rancep 1it a cigarette, "All then. 'I can't is a great deal rent from .'l won't". 1 hope 's somebody nice with millions d millions and millions of dol- a 1 hate being poor. I'd be if we were--well, not 't have or pen- eds a 'suit and and we've ? a radio ristmag. It's Noing to be our to each other. Honestly, ath, last week T sold 8 lot of fines to a couvnle of girls getting Av tn ro away to | ok. Would _hoVeve that each of sent than 8400--fust on clothes it tn hpnvAine gshool In?" ¥riow don't you want to see ot fits £1 ik now clothes, Frances? If yro-| rade Sunday paper while the girls went into the bedroom for Beth to try on new wardrobe. "First of all," Frances com- manded, "look at yourself just as you are now. You've got on a cheap little blue crepe de chine dress--good taste, neat collar and 80 on--but cheap, every line of it. Thank heaven you've got on » new pair of shoes so that you won't look too outrageous when you get that suit. I'll loan you my silver slip- pers when you try on the evening dress... Now look--hold that ple- ture, as the movies say." With her deft salesgirl's fingers she slipped Beth's old dress over her head and eased her into the new suit with its satin blouse, its plque vest and its matching "elt hat. Nothing needed altering, and after ten minutes of twitching and adjusting Frances turned Beth to the mirror and cried, "Now look!" Beth looked and caught her breath. That girl in the wirror couldn't be Beth Shannon, simply [couldn't be Beth Shannon. Why, sn& [G0ked like tlie girls you caught glimpses of in expensive shops, or stepping from limousines to go into elegant restaurants, or pictured in the society section of the Sunday supplements. "Park avenue," Frances declar- ed. "My eye, Beth--a rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but a parrot in any other feathers wouldn't be a parrot--by which I'm trying to say that the finer the feathers the finer the hird, or some such tommy-rot. Honestly, you're a knockout--come ehow Ned." Ned was impressed. "Ye gods, Beth, if I'd seen you looking like that first Franky wouldn't have had a chance." "Just my luck" mourned Frances, and Ned threw the pap- er at her. A Plot . Beth tried on everything, and at the end of the session the three of them had a hot argument about which thing Beth was prettiest in. "It's a shame you can't wear them now while they're in style," Frances remarked. "Are you sure your mother would object terribly? From what you tell me about your new work you might get away with the suit and that Russian dress there, anyway." Beth shook her head. "No. Mother's feeling so well now. Toft she hasn't mentioned these tikngs since the trunk went away. She thinks the letter I told you about is out here, too, ' Besides, it would look funny for me to go to work all dressed up like this--I haven't had anything but this blue crepe de chine to wear since I wsfit to work, you know, and then every- body knows that I only earn $25 a week, No, I can't bring myself to sell them, 'which is the sensible tRésg to do, 1 suppose, and I can't war them, so here they'll have to stay." Frances' eyes sparkled. "See here, Beth, some night when you have a heavy date, come out here instead of going home, and get dredsed up. Your mother will be asleep when you get home and pou can hide whatever you wear and bring it in to me at the store next, day and I'll bring it back to the! trunk again." : H Beth sniffed, "Heavy date with/ whom? George?" g "Heavy date with the new hoy friend you won't tell me about.' Beth laughed. "The first tim he asks me for a date I'll swoon; away from sheer astonishment and not recover until too late to 30," she said. i "Bad as that? He's not mar- ried, 1 ho?" Wratices was anxious, she had seen too many girls fall in Tove with married men and make a mess of it to want any such fate for| Beth, However much fun it might be, Jor a litle while, No, e's not married," Beth pxtracted that much information indirectly from Migs Smith, "White he's single then (horse's hope," quoth Ned. 'Frances got me, you know." Miss Gibbons ; Reluctantly the twu girls patked although Beth declared again and althouhg Beth declared again and again that there was no chance of her wearing them, she couldn't help dreaming of herself at home that night as going out with Philip Dgne, arrayed in the splendor of that green velvet afternoon dress. The hope stayed with her the next morning and made her look more intently than usual at Philip when he came in. "Good morning, Nice week-end?" "Very nice," said Beth demurely, "I visited some young married friends.' "So? I went hunting, ducks out at Montauk Point. Cold as the deuce, but good fun and we had @ hilarious time around the fire in the evening. Do you like open fires, Miss Shannon?" "I'd love them if I had a chance," Beth said, "I haven't been in a place where there was one since I was a little girl." "Too bad---they'ré hand-warm. ing heart-warming. Well, I sup. pose there's the usual blue Monday mail to be done. You might skip over to the book shop and get those two new books just out on avia- tion some time today." Miss Smith came into the fice. "Miss, Gibbons phoned, Mr. Dane. She said she would be in for lunch and wanted me to ask you to be sure to be ready." "Oh--yes, Never mind about the books, then Miss Shannon. I'll be going over that way myself at noon and I'll pick them up." Beth wondered a little about this Miss Gibbons who was coming to lunch with Philip, but she didn't worry much, Her thoughts of Philip were so confined to ths of- fice, so bounded by the world of business that engulfed them, that any one outside of that part »f his life entered hardly at all into her dreaming. ~ But later that moraing Mies Smith stopped by her desk for a chat. "You want to keep your eyes open around noon," she said, 'it you want to see the prettiest de- Miss Shannon. to the Colonial Secretary, Lord Passtield, by the Northern repre- sentatives, asking him to consider amalgamation, "Shortly afterwards the Gover- nor of Northern Rhodesia, Sir James Maxwell. landed in Cape Town on his return from England, and took the usual step of throw- ing cold water on the proposal and | suggesting that Southern Rhodes- ja's ardent wooing was dictated by the development of the copper- fields in the North. Sir James, indeed, has never disguised his hostility, A year ago when the matter was discussed in the Leg- islative Council he suggested self-government as- an alterna- tive ideal, adding that 'in all reas- onable probability' self-government would come within a few years, "It is.a little difficult to under- stand why the Colonial Office should oppose a step ¥hich would relieve it of much trouble and \ sponsibility, except on the assump tion that it has been piqued by the attacks upon its administra- tion. However that emay be, the elected members have cooled off since Sir James's return, and the project seems to have lost some of its driving force. . "At Bulawayo recently W. W. Leggate, Colonial Secretary of Southern Rhodesia, made a strong effort to revive enthusiasm, even going so far as to promise that the Northern territory should re- ceive a representation in the joint Legislature. which would in effect give it control, This final throw may very well bring the people of the North into line. But obvious- ly it will not overcome the op- position of the Colonial Secretary and his deputy, which remains as strong and as incomprehensible DENVER GIRL FOUND AFTER 'NIGHT OUT' Denver, Jan. 16.--Alice Hum- phreys; 13, one of Denver's wealth- |* fest heiresses, and described by her mother as "a lonely little girl in a mansion," decided on a "night out" last night. She took it, and before she was restored to her mother's arms today, caused one of the most excited searches Denver ever had seen, as she had been reported kidnapped by her parents. Alice was tucked in bed by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ira Boyd Humphreys, when they left for a party shortly before 11 p.m, Alice decided she, too, should go out for the night. She put on her hiking outfit, consisting of overalls, a sport shirt, a light weight brown jac- ket, and hiking oxfords. She fail- ed to put on her stockings. Alice wrote her mother a mote. advising her not to worry. Then she tip-toed downstairs carefully, avoiding awakening her grand- mother, the widow of the late Col A. BE. Humphreys, oil multimillion- air, and the staff of servants, She started out ringing door- bells along Jpshionable Seventh avenue. The "night was cold, but she wandered far before her shoes rubbed blisters on her stocking- less feet. . Finally, her feet began to bleed. Chilled and dazed, she was unable to find her way home, | Alice wandered to the estate of Thomas Noel Lawrence, in Mont- clair, a suburb, which she recog- nized as being the home of Jack - Lawrence, also 13, and a friend of hers, at 1 a.m, While roaming around the grounds she encountered William Beckwith, the Lawrence chauf- feur, who thought she was a run- away from a nearby orphanage. Beckwith took her to the servants quarters and awakened two maids. Alice had smeared her face with a black cosmetic, and the ser- vants, who might have reccgnized her, failed to do so. Divorcee -- Won't you permit your daughter to marry my son? Bjones--No, but she can be a sister to him if you "wish. Divorcee--Oh, dear, Mr. Bjones! This is so sudden. ' HOUSING SIORTAGE Port-of-Spain, West Indies, Jan. 16.--There are people in Port-of- Spain, Trinidad Island, glad to live in stables, so acute is the scarcity of housing accomodation in this city at the present time, according to a statement made by the Medical Officer of Health for the city. The Sanitary Authority, however, has decidéd that dilaridated pre- mises must be repaired. The ten- ants may complain 'that they have nowhere to go-to live if driven from these uninhabitable houses, but it is determined that the work of remodelling the tenement houses in Port-of-Spain to bring them up to a high standard of sani- tation must go on. i e-------- I -- The inspector had just finished his examination .of the school in the village when his eye lighted on a heavy-faced boy of ten or twelve years of age who had been report- ed as the dullest boy in the school. "Come, now," said the imspec- tor, "how many does four and five make?' "Don't know," came the short reply. Wd "Come, me,"' said the inspec- tor, "if there were nine birds on that tree and I shot five, how many would there be left?" "Five," came the prompt reply. "How .do you make that?" asked 'the inspector. "Cause," said the boy, 'the five you shot would be left and the other four would have tlied away." Judge: "You beat the plaintiff so that he was unable to work for a fortnight. What have 'you to say?" Accused: "He was widmployed in any case." butante of the season, according te the papers." "Who is that?" Beth asked. "This Carolina Gibbons that's coming in to lunch with Mr. Dane. She's been in once or twice helore and honestly she {is exquisite. Heavenly clothes, of course. and they dont' come any prettier. She's fairly fond of Mr. Dane too, 1 thing." - 'Does he--doos he care her?" Beth asked, feeling as though an iron band had been wound tightly around her heart. "I'm not sure--he's always aw. fully glad to see her. I rather have an idea they're engamed but not ready to announce it yet. She's the only girl ho ever pays any at. tention to that 1 know of. He's had me order theatrs tickets for them, or buy flowers for her once or twice. At any rate she's com. Ing in today and you can see for yourself whether you thigk a man for would find her attractive, The Prettiest Debutante Beth got very little work done the rest of that morning. She stacked books on her desk, opened magazines, and read the «ame newspaper clipping over oight times. Her hands were cold and her face was hot and she was glad Miss Smith was too busy with the Monday correspondence to pay any particular attention to her. She wanted to go to lunch early so that she could keep her dream of Philip intact. If she didn't see this mir! she wouldn't seem so real. But an unhealthy fascination keot her in the office. She couldn't go. Unwillingly she had to stay and see for herself, It was just one when the door opened and a whiff of fragrance, unmistakably French, faint but lovely, made Beth turn her head. Framed in dark fur was a face young and fair and eager. The ekin was dazzinzly blond, the hair that showed under the blue velvet toque a burnished yellow, the girl's la tall and slender and mrace- ul, "May I gee Mr, Dane, pleasa?" asked a voice, silvery sweet. '1 am Miss Gibbons. We are to Junch together," Beth rose. "I'll tell him you are here," she sald. Her thoat was dry, her head ached with a dull pain, somathing in her seemsd to gasp and cry aloud for breath. Nev- or in her life had Beth felt so small and plain and insignificant as in the minute it took her to arrive at the door of Philip's private office. With her hand on the knob she took one more look at the loveli- ness, the beauty enhanced by every artifice in the way of smart clothes and careful grooming that money could buy, that waited for him. 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