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t t m Ja I I WITH BANNERS STKOTSIS l offle* •< M Um terms ot from Mrs. Mary Unwittingly slw owhoon Jtsi talking to Mark Troot. a nophow s< Da no who has boon dlslnhorltod. Mrs. had Uvad at Lookout Houso. a hugs on tha saa. built by bar fathor ante divided into two. lor bar and Mark's lather. Brooks had been a fashion expert, aatf Mrs. Dane, a "shut-in.” hearing her on gto radio, had Invited her to call and do- oatepad a deep affection tor her. Mark dls- ateoes that Mrs. Dane had threatened to dtelnhorlt him If he married Lola, from ■hem he is now divorced. He says he does ■at trust Henri and Clotilda Jacques. Mrs. Dane's servants. He says he Is not Inter- anted In an offer of Brooke’s to share the estate with him. Leaving her department store Job. Brooke refuses an offer to ‘‘go stepping'' with Jerry Field, a carefree man who wants to marry her. CHAPTER II—Continued “Do you dislike Mark Trent?” “Don’t dislike him. Just don’t want to think about the man, that’s all. My sister Daphne went cock eyed about him and he turned her down hard. Like a perfect gentle man, of course, but it got my goat.” “Are you sure he turned her down?” “Sure. I’m not blaming him, I’m ashamed for her, that’s all. He was probably fed up with her type. His ex-wife was never quite sober, I’ve heard. Daphne fell for him the minute she saw him, she had worried me by her crazy ideas of freedom for a girl, she’d picked up a post-war germ somewhere—all talk of course—and when Trent came along, she stopped drinking and staying out till morning at night clubs. I was relieved. Then he side-stepped. Forget it. I don’t know why I told you. Nice street this, isn’t it?” Brooks nodded assent as they passed houses whose polished win dows, violet-paned some of them, screened by laces of unbelievable fineness, regarded her with in scrutable calm. Thoroughbred dogs, proudly conscious of their gay col lars and smart breast-straps, dec orously escorted their young mas ters. Shining limousines waited be fore charming old doors. In the dis tance rose the faint, far sound of traffic, murmurous as a mighty fiood which never rolled nearer. “Here we are at your door. Sure you won’t change your mind and go stepping?” The boyish quality was back in Field's voice. “Grand old house Pity It was turned Into apartments. Do you realize that you never have invited me to meet tha family? What's arrong? Ashamed mi your home—or me?” “Neither. What a beastly sugges tion, Jerry. If you must know, I haven't told them about our friend ship. I have the finest family in the rid, but their bump of humor is ir-developed, it isn't a bump, it's a coconut.” “What is there about me that's a )oke’” “Nothing; don't be to touchy. I decided to be a little mysterious, that's all. Sam resents it if I ask him a question about his friends, thinks I am treating him like a boy when he is almost two years older than I; and since I got Lucette the chance to model and she is finan cially independent, she scorns my interest.” “Is your mother like that?” “No. Mother's a dear, but she is so bound up in her children that she has no real life of her own. It’s a pity because she is a com paratively young woman.” “She sounds old-fashioned and motherly to me. Grade A in moth ers. I like that kind. Can’t I come in and meet her? I had planned to celebrate with you. Now that you’ve turned me down, I haven’t any place to go.” “You carry off that aggrieved, little-boy pose well, Jerry, but it leaves me cold. You, with your Crowd—capital C—, having nowhere to go! That’s the funniest thing I ever heard. I intend to devote the next two hours to making plans with the family. But when we’re settled, I’ll invite you to Lookout House. Good night. Sorry.” The front door slammed with a force which shook the house. Sam, of course. The atmosphere tingled when he appeared. He was whis tling as usual. Good-looking boy! His horn-rimmed spectacles added a touch of distinction. She patted his sleeve as he stopped beside her. “Had a nice day, Sammy?” “Not too good. They’re taking off 4he play tomorrow. Our dear pub lic wouldn’t see it.” He pulled open the elevator door. "Hop in.” As it clanged shut, he asked: “All through being a working girl?” Brooke swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded. “It will seem queer being a lady «f leisure.” “Leisure! You don’t know the first letter of the word. I can see joa wondering what you’ll do next. Leisure isn’t your line. You’ll plunge into classes and sports. There won’t be hours enough in a day for you.” The elevator stopped. A voice By Emilie Loring She tried to appraise with the eyes of e stranger the high- ceHinged, large living-room she en tered. A connoisseur of portraits would know that Grandfather Rey- bum over the mantel had been painted by a great artist; that the portrait of his daughter on the oppo site wall was a choice bit of work; that the duchess of Argyle in her sables, green satin, and emeralds was a masterpiece. Always she had wanted to decorate a room as a background for the picture. Now she could. The duchess was hers. The mahogany and maple was sadly in need of rubbing up, but no amount of wear and tear could dis guise its period and value. Her eyes lingered on her mother perched on the arm of a couch. She did young things like that. Her hair was a sheeny platinum; her eyes were dark; her skin was clear and smooth; her figure in the amethyst crepe frock was round without in the least suggesting fat. There was a quizzical twist to her lovely mouth as she looked at her younger daugh ter, who, with legs thrust straight out before her, was slumped in a chair. Her red beret, which matched the belt of her slim green plain frock, was on the floor. Her “Do Too Dislike Mark Trent?” hair was black and wavy; her eyes were brilliantly dark; her painted lips drooped at the comers. Brooke recognized the symptoms. Sam had been right, Lucette was on the air. She said as she slipped out of her lapin coat: “In the Valley of Despond again, Lucette? Had a nice day, Mother?” Mrs. Reyburn smiled and nodded. She would make her home-coming children think she had had a nice day, if the heavens had fallen. She was like that. Lucette answered her question. “You’d be in the Valley of De spond, if you had had the day I’ve had, Brooke fteybum. I’m dead to the world. A woman came into the sports shop with three daughters, and kept me showing clothes all the afternoon. Gosh I My feet ache like teeth gone nervy.” “Did she buy much?” “Not that baby. She bought that little blue number only. For Pete's sake, why does Sam have to whistle when he’s under the shower? The walls of this apartment are regular sounding boards.” “Bear up, Lucette, you will oe out of it soon. If we can’t sublet this apartment, we’ll shut it up.” “Spoken like a lady and a multi, Brooke darling. And after that what?” “You won’t have to model for fussy women and you’ll have a dressing room of your very own. Mr. Stewart has told me that I may take possession of Lookout House as soon as I like. Mark the Magnificent has given the Jovian nod. He won’t contest the will. I’m going there tomorrow with a plumb er. A bath for every bed will be my battle-cry ” Silence followed her words, a si- lience fraught with significance. Brooke caught her sister’s look at her mother before she sat up straight and tense. She knew that posture, she was preparing for a skirmish. Lucette said defiantly: “Glad you brought up that sub ject, Brooke. News flash! I’m not going to the sticks with you, not if you offer me a gold tub with dia mond settings. I spent one night at the home of the late Mary Amanda Dane, and, so far as I am concerned, the name means look out and not go there a^gain. That sealed door in her living-room gave me the creeps. Sam isn’t She dashed to the hall as the tele phone rang. “Lucette Reyburn speaking.” she answered eagerly. "Yee—yee—he is. TO caQ Her votes was as flat as the line. He’ll be here In a min ute.” Back in the living-room she dropped into a chair. With elbows propped on her knees, chin in her palms, she stared at the floor. In bathrobe and slippers, Sam an swered the phone. “Can’t make it—No. It’s not an other girl, it’s a family confab. Sam Reyburn signing off. Good-by I” He slammed down the receiver. “And I know of no reason why I should explain to you what I’m do ing,” he growled under his breath. “Hi! Sammy! What’s the shower- dame’s name?” Lucette called. Her ifrother scowled at her. “There’s about as much privacy in this apartment as there is in the bandstand on the Common.” “Cheerio, darling. You’ll have privacy, and how, if you live with Brooke. She’s going house-owner in a big way. If there’s to be a bath for every bed, of course there will be a sound - proof telephone booth with every room. What did you say the girl friend’s name was?” “It’s none of your business, kiddo, who calls me.” Hands deep in the pockets of his hectic bathrobe, Sam paced the living-room floor. His mother laughed softly. She patted the couch. “Stop walking the floor like a hungry lion and sit down, Sam. Lu cette started something just before the phone rang. She should have known better than to start anything in the Reyburn family before it has been fed, but now that she has, you’d better finish it.” “What d’you mean by started. Mother?” Brooke perched on the arm of a chair at the desk. She faced them all. Most of the time she could tell quite well what they were thinking. She answered her brother’s ques tion before her mother could. “She means that Lucette an nounced that she did not intend to live at Lookout House with me, and that you—” “Were not going either, Sam,” Lu cette finished triumphantly. “Aren’t you, Sam?” “Say listen, Brooke. .Don’t you see how it is? I have to be at the theater early; I’m late when I get through; rehearsing all the morn ing. Twenty miles is a long way to commute.” “I had planned to buy you the snappiest convertible coupe on the market.” “Don’t make me feel like a brute. Don’t you see—” “Of course I see, Sammy. You want to be on your own. I do under stand.” “Don’t worry about his being on his own, darling,” Lucette cut in bitterly. “No one can be on his own in this family. The Great Adviser intends to stay right here to look after his little sister.” Brooke's eyes met her brother’s; he nodded. Lucette flamed on: “And Mother's going to stay to look after both of us.” “Mother!” Brooke echoed the word with shocked incredulity. “But I've planned the most wonderful things for Mother. Is it true?” Celia Reyburn’s eyes shone through a mist as they met her elder daughter's. Her lips curved in a lovely, trembly smile. “When you say Mother, Brooke, I think it the most beautiful word in the world. But I will not make my home with you—at present. First, because Lookout House is yours and you should assume the responsibil ity and direction of it. You will do it more easily if I am not there. Second, I want to stay in the city, not so much because of the chil dren, but because now that your financial future is assured, I shall feel that I may use a little of the money your father left me. I want —I want to be in the heart of things. I’ll have an experienced maid, I’ll have the right clothes, and—and I’ll go places, I’m dying to go places.” Her impassioned voice broke. “Perhaps I’m selfish, perhaps you children think I’m a silly old worn- _ _ »» an. Sam flung his arm about his moth er. “Hooray for the Spirit of *56! Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned your age, Celia Reyburn. Don’t worry that you won’t get enough of your family, Brooke. I’ll havr* to drag these two giddy girls olf to the country for rest occasionally. Aren’t sore at us, are you, Brooke? Don’t feel that we have let you down to go on alone?” “Of course I don’t, you old dear. Why shouldn’t each one of us do as we like, now that there is some money back of us? Because I feel that I must carry out Mrs. Dane’s wishes is no reason for dragging the rest of you into the country. Let’s get busy planning If you are all sold on staying in the city, we’ll have a bigger apartment. I may want to spend a week-end away from the sticks myself.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Best Hunting Dogs “The best hunting dogs.” pointer owners say of the breed. They have much to back that statement. Point ers are equal to any dog in intel ligence. speedier than any other bird dog and easy to leech. Their defy Is eel «e kiB « AROUND HOUSE Items of Interest to tho Hoosowifo fruit will require much less sugar, and be more digestible, if a dessert spoonful of syrup and a pinch of bicarbonate of soda are added aft er cooking. • • e To Prevent Scorehing—Leave one small section of a gem pan empty when putting gem batter in pan. Fill this 'section with wa ter and gems will never scorch. • • • Cheese Savoury—Spread sea soned cream cheese on small rounds of previously cooked short pastry. Over the cheese place a round of tomato and a dash of mayonnaise, and top each with a Smart Lace Spread in iSL: A true reflection of your own good taste is this stunning open work design, one easily achieved by crocheting simple, single me dallions of string. A stunning dresser or table scarf, or per chance a cloth could also be your choice. It may be done in one or a combination of colors. Pattern 1443 contains detailed directions for making the 8% inch medal lion shown and joining it for a variety of articles; illustration of it and of all stitches used; material requirements; color sug gestions. Send IS cents in stamps or coins (coins preferred) for this pattern to The Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept., 82 Eighth Ave., New York, N. Y. slice of olive. Place in paper containers, sprinkle with finely- grated cheese, and garnish with cress.—Miss E. Frus, Wimbledon Park. • • • Keeping Brassware Bright — Brass ornaments will remain bright longer If, after polishing, they are given a thin coat of white shellac. • • • To Freshen Coconut—Shredded coconut) which has become dry, can be freshened by soaking it in sweet milk a few minutes be fore using. • • » Banana Toast—Place sliced ba nana between two slices bread, spread with shortening. Place in baking pan in hot oven until light ly browned. • • • Why Pans Warp—Aluminum cooking pans are frequently warped out of shape by repeatedly putting cold water in them while they are still hot. • • • Measuring Sugar—One pound of ] granulated sugar equals two cups. One pound of powdered or con fectioner’s sugar equals two and one-half cups. WNU Servle*. Foreign Words * ^ and Phras— Resurgam. (L.) I again. Presto maturo, presto marcio. (It.) Soon ripe. Soon rotten. Lis litem generat.(L>) Strife be gets strife. Hominis est errare. (L.) It la common for man to err. 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