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n«Baraw*Il PcopIt-ScaUnL Banwtll S. C. TharWar. Aa«aat 1*. 1«7 WITH BANNERS SYNOPSIS Brook* Reybum visits th« office of Jed Stewart, a lawyer, to discuss the terms of an estate she has inherited from Mrs. Mary ▲rmanda Dane. Unwittingly she overhears Jed talking to Mark Trent, nephew of Mrs. Dane who has been disinherited Mrs. Dan* had lived at Lookout House, a huge struc ture by the sea, built by her father and divided Into two, for her and Mark's father. Brooke had been a fashion expert, and Mrs. Dane, a "shut-in," hearing her on the radio, had Invited her to call and developed a deep affection for her. Mark discloses that Mrs. Dane had threatened to disinherit him If he married Lola, from whom he Is now divorced. He says he does not trust Henri and Clotllde Jacques, Mrs. Dane’s servants. He says he Is not interested 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 young man who wants to marry her. At a family con ference she learns she must live at Lookout House alone, since Lucette, her younger sister who Is taking her Job, her brother, Sam. a young playwright, and her mother plan to stay In the city. Jed and Mark are astounded when they hear from Mrs. Greg ory, a family friend, that she had wit nessed a hitherto unknown will with Henri and Clotllde two weeks before Mrs. Dane died. Brooke had arrived Just as she was leaving. Jed suggests that Mark open his part of Lookout House, get friendly with Brooke and try to find out about the will. Jed agrees to stay with him. Mark accepts Brooke's Invitation for a family Thanks giving dinner at Lookout. Mrs. Reyburn announces on Thanksgiving eve that she has been invited to England. Sam and Lucette decide to move In with Brooke and Sam plans to produce a new play locally. After the Thanksgiving dinner Brooke tells Mark that little of Mrs. Dane’s silver col lection la left. Jerry Field and his sister Daphne drop In and announce they will be neighbors for the winter. Sam adds them to the cast of his play. Later Inspector Harrison of the local police visits Mark and is Informed about the missing will and ■liver. Aa Harrison leaves, Lola arrives. CHAPTER IV—Continued "I don’t like the twist you gave that ‘lady,’ Jed Stewart. Don’t shake your head at the Jap, Mark. Why shouldn’t I have a cup of tea with you? I’m famished. Place it here.” The servant looked at Mark Trent before he pressed the springs which released the legs of the tray he was carrying and set it before the wom an. He brought in a muffin stand with sandwiches and cakes. "You needn’t wait,” she dis missed the man as if she were the mistress of the house. Mark nod ded confirmation as the Jap’s eyes sought his. Did he know that the woman so dictatorially giving or ders had been his wife? Side by side the two men watched her, watched her restless hands. Once she had been told by a stag that her hands were like pale butter flies. Mark remembered, and they had fluttered ever since. In the si lence the tick of the clock set the sir vibrating; the fire snapped and blazed cheerily; the tide against the ledges boomed a dull undertone. Lola Hunt flung a crumpled doily to the table. "Now a cigarette, Mark, and I snail be ready to proceed with my story.” ‘ Sorry, haven’t any.” She raised brows which had been plucked to a thin arch. "You do want to get rid of me. don’t you. Well, I strive to please.” She rose and crossed to the desk. With a glance over her shoulder, she opened a box of Chinese lacquer. "You see I still know my way around. Oh, by the way, your aunt's legatee is living at Lookout House, I hear. Henri wrote me—” "Henril” "Yes. I always got on with Hen ri, perhaps because he knew that I detested your aunt as much as he did. Hs wrote that Miss Reybum evidently didn't like his wife and himself, asked if I would give him a reference w case they lost the position.” Was that all Henri Jacques had written, Mark wondered. There was a hint of mockery in Lola’s voice and eyes. What was behind that letter? He watched her thoughtfully as he perched on the corner of the desk, crossed her knees and lighted a cigarette. She blew a ring of smoke toward the two men stand ing back to the fire. "Forgot these were in the box, didn’t you, Mark? You really should do something about your memory; it’s slipping.” Her eyes and voice sharpened. "Well, here’s my news. Bert Hunt—he’s my present hus band, in case you’ve forgotten— is planning to go into business in the residential part of this town, has gone, in fact. I shall help when he’s rushed or—indisposed. When I heard that you’d opened this house, I thought perhaps you wouldn’t care to have your former wife working— I’ve been warned that I’ve been taking chances with my heart—that perhaps you’d like to buy us off. With $20,000 we could go abroad and stay for a time. Don’t stand there like a bronze Nemesis ready to swoop. Nothing shameful about any kind of a job these days, is there?” Mark Trent laughed. It was not an especially m^rry burst of sound, but it would serve. "Do you call extortion a job? Nothing doing, Lola. Your haart! You’ve used your weak heart as an excuse to get what you wanted for years. Why should I deprive the town of Hunt’s business ability and •o charming an assistant?” She slid to her feet. Her face, which had been blank with amaze ment at his laugh, went white with it By Emilie Loring 0 Emilie LorinS- WNU Service. "If it’s what you like, why should I? But,” his face was as colorless as hers, "if you do stay in this town, the allowance I am making you—which, you may remember, is purely voluntary—will stop.” "Are you threatening me?” "Not for a minute. I’m merely reminding you—” "Then I’ll remind you that it may cost you more—” v "Mrs. Gregory, Miss Reyburn,” murmured Kowa at the door. Mrs. Gregory registered amaze ment and anger when she saw Lola. Her skin mottled, her eyes ^flashed as she thumped her cane onlhe rug and went into action. "What are you doing in this house, Lola?” "I might ask you that.” Lola Hunt’s eyes moved insolently from her to the girl beside her. "Match making mayhap? As I remember it was one of your passions.” Her glance brought color to Brooke Reyburn’s face. "Just as cheap in your answers as ever, aren’t you, Lola? Wise cracking, I believe they call it now. Don’t tell me you have taken her back, Mark.” "Taken me backl That’s the joke of the week. He couldn’t get me back.” Lola Hunt pulled the silver fox cape about her shoulders and drew on the fabric gloves. "So glad to have met you here, Mrs. Gregory. It will aave sending you a card.” Anne Gregory’s face took on a purple tint. She thumped her cane on tne rug. "A card! A card to what, you brazen hussy?” Lola Hunt shrugged. "Don't try to stop her, Mark. She would call a woman who chose to live her life T* ill It S€r > A i m 1 to Get Doa't You?” Rid of according to modern ideas of mar riage, a hussy. You'd know that from her clothes, they’re so de liciously Victorian. I really must go.” She stopped on the threshold. "Dear Mrs. Gregory, I didn’t an swer your question, did I? The card to which I referred is an invitation to patronize the business which we have started in my old home on the point. You remember that house, I am sure, remember how you and your friends tried to freeze out the girl who came there to live. She didn’t freeze, did she? She burned up a few of the husbands and all the lads. Is it any more shocking for me to go into business than for some of your pet socialites to sponsor cigarettes, soap, or bed ding in every magazine in the coun try?” She turned to Brooke. "You are Miss Reybum, aren’t you? I’ll give you a tip. Had I been left the late, not too lament ed, Mary Amanda Dane’s money, I would be wondering why her right ful heir and his lawyer had camped down in the house next to mine, why they were hob-nobbing with In spector Bill Harrison.” She looked back over her shoul- der - "Think over my proposition, Mark, darling. It may be cheaper for you—in the end.” CHAPTER V Lola Hunt’s malicious laugh lin gered eerily in the silence which fol lowed her theatrical exit from the room. Somewhere a door closed with a bang which clanged through the house. Her spiteful warning struck like an irritating burr in Brooke Rey burn’s mind. She glanced at the two men standing back to the fire: Stewart’s eyes, still on the doorway, smoldered with anger; the tortured look in Mark Trent's hurt her un bearably; even with his pride knifed, his courtesy had been in vincible. The woman ha him also. Why think of Mrs come to live in this house because they suspected her, Brooke Rey burn, of dishonestly influencing Mary Amanda Dane? If so, what could they do about it? Drag her into court? Was that why Inspector Harrison had been with them? It was fantastic, incredible, yet hadn’t she wondered times without num ber why they, city men so obviously, should have come to this village for the winter? As if her thoughts had drawn his eyes to her, Mark Trent regretted: "Sorry, Miss Reybum, that you should have been bored with a scene.” He pressed a bell beside the fire place. With a little snort of anger, Anne Gregory settled heavily into a chair and fluffg back her sable cape. The color of her face suggested a red-hot balloon. Temper and voice blew up. "How about me, Mark? Do you think I liked meeting that shame less woman here? Shameless! Per haps I’m too hard on Lola. She was right. We old residents did our best to snub her when she came here to live, and she did have every man in the place parking on her doorstep sooner or later. And what did Loljf mean, she hoped I’d patronize the business she and her husband were about to start?” "She didn’t say what sort of busi ness, did she? Let’s forget her. Let me take your coat, Miss Reybum.” Trent stood behind Brooke as the servant appeared in the doorway. "Kowa, take out the tray and bring fresh tea.” Mrs. Gregory removed her gloves and resumed cross-examination. "Did Lola really mean that she and her present husband are going into business in this village?” "What’s strange in that? It’s be ing done every day.” Mark Trent crossed his arms on the mantel end stared at the fire. In spite of her suspicion of bis motive in coming to live next door to Lookout House, Brooke’s sympa thy surged out to him. Why didn’t Mrs. Gregory drop the subject of the Hunts? Couldn’t she see that he was sick at heart over the whole sordid situation? With more kind ness than finesse. Jed Stewart plunged into the breach. "Has that pair of Japanese gold fish I ordered for you arrived yet, Mrs. Gregory?” Anne Gregory looked up at him with eyes made shrewd by years of living, by joys, by uprooted affec tions, by hopes unrealized. She shook her head. "You can’t sidetrack me, young man, even with goldfish. I mean to get at what Lola is. after—not merely customers, I am sure of that, she was here to hound Mark, I know her. I'll see that she doesn't get a license to carry on business on this point. I still have influence. Miss Reybum will pour the tea.” she directed, as Kowa approached her with the replenished tray. Involuntarily Brooke looked at Mark Trent. He smiled. "Please. Stewart and I have given up cocktails, they're too effeminate. We have become tea-minded since we came here. The cup that cheers offsets to a degree the pound of the surf outside. Have a sandwich, Env press?” "You haven’t forgotten that nick name. have you. Mark? I like it from you. You use your mother’s silver, don't you? By the way, what became of that gorgeous antique service of your aunt’s? I haven’t seen any of it at Lookout House, Brooke.” The girl felt as if the eyes of both men were regarding her with sus picious attention. She finished fill ing a cup, added a slice of lemon and two lumps of sugar. "For Mrs. Gregory, Mr. Stewart. Will you have yours the same strength? Oh. about Mrs. Dane’s silver. There isn’t any.” "Isn’t any! You say there isn’t any silver? Where is it, then? Did your aunt relent and give it to you, Mark?” "No. Miss Reybum and I were wondering about it on Thanksgiving day. Glad you brought up the sub ject. Aunt Mary Amanda didn’t speak of having disposed of it, the day you wit—the last day you saw her, did she?” Why had Mark Trent floundered in his question? What had he meant by "The day you wit—”? Why change the end of the sentence? Witness was the word he had start ed to use. What had Mrs. Gregory witnessed? Even while she was driving Mrs. Gregory home, under a sky already freckled with stars, making what she hoped were intelligent responses to her monologue of question and answer, Brooke was weighing and disposing of conjectures as to the meaning of the Hunt woman’s warn ing. It was with a sense of strain lifted that she helped the oldei woman out of the car. Mrs. Gregi ory laid her hand on her arm. (TO BE CONTINUED) Massed Horse Races Up to 150 years ago most race tracks around the world permitted all spectators on horses to enter the course and to ride, during the races, directly behind the thorough breds. Consequently, says Collier’s Weekly, few of these horses eves had their minds on the race. Their lives * AROUND iu HOUSE Itoms of Interest the Housewife Cooking Salt Meat—Salt meat, to be tender, requires longer boil ing than fresh meat. • V • Keeping Cnt Flowers—To help prolong the life of cut flowers, wash the vases thoroughly with soap and water, and scald them. * * * When Using Soda—To prevent the soda taste in foods in which soda is used as a leavening agent, dissolve the soda in a small Dish-Drying Is a Picnic With These Pattern 5858 More fun than a picnic . . . dry ing dishes with these cross-stitched towels. Here’s pick-up work that fairly flies for each motif’s in 8-to- the-inch crosses. In pattern 5858 you will find a transfer pattern of six motifs averaging 5 by 7 inches; material requirements; color sug gestions; illustrations of all stitches used. Send 15 cents in stamps or coins (coins preferred) for this pattern to The Sewing Circle Household Arts Dept., 259 W. 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All drug stores sell Grove’s Tasteless Chill Tonic, 50c and $1. The latter size is the more economical. WNU Service. OUR TOIDU-IJOUR STORES Our community includes the The town stores are there lor the accommodation and to oer farm homes. The merchants who advertise ‘‘specials’* are chants who are sure they can meet all com petit ion in both quality and prices. -JOY'S a "t(. GLOOSES 6EE, HONMV. J THOUGHT VDcrp 6E GLAD! 1 WAS GOING To surprise Too and Buy THAT SLEEPER. you WOULD!ALL You THINK ABOUT IS HO* Tb GET MORE WORK OUT OP ME l NEVER Think about nv headaches and INDIGESTION, do you ? iVZr WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THE DOCTORS ADVICE— QUIT COFFEE AND SWITCH TO POSTOM For 30 DAYS! You've Been an awful killjoy lately'' MARY— WHY don T You GET Rid or Your INDIGESTION ? You KNOW THE DOCTOR TOLD You COf FEE-NERVES WAS ~Z7. causing it l (-■