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SYNOPSIS
Brook* Reybum visits th« office of Jed
Stewart, a lawyer, to discuss the terms of
an estate she has inherited from Mrs. Mary
â–²rmanda 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
â– 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
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"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
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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
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AROUND
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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. Fourteenth St.,
New York, N. Y.
Please write your name, ad
dress and pattern number plainly.
amount of liquid called for In the
recipe before mixing it with the
other, ingredients.
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For a Delightful Odor—Add a
drop of perfume to starch as it
cools and children’s dresses,
which require starch, will have a
delightful fresh odor.
e * *
Keeping Apples—Apples will
keep longer if rubbed over with
a little glycerin, which can be
washed off before the apples are
used.
* e e
Testing Fish—If fish is fresh and
has been properly refrigerated
from the time it was caught, it
will have a little odor. If it has
a strong odor do not serve it. Let
your nose and eyes tell you wheth
er or not it is usable.
* e *
Avoid Tarnish—Silver that is
put away is apt to tarnish quick
ly. But if you put a few pieces of
camphor in with it it will keep
bright.
* * *
Scalloped Apples—Three apples
(chopped), one-half cup sugar,
one-quarter teaspoon cinnamon,
two tablespoons lemon juice, grat
ed lemon rind, two cups buttered
crumbs, one-quarter cup water,
one-quarter teaspoon nutmeg.
Melt the butter and add the
crumbs. Mix the sugar, spice and
lemon rind. Put one-quarter of
the crumbs in the bottom of a
buttered baking dish; then one-
half of the apples; sprinkle with
one-half of the sugar and spice.
Repeat, sprinkle the lemon juice
over this and put the remaining
crumbs on top. Bake 35 to 45
minutes. Cover during the first
part of baking.
Banting Expectations
Is a Rule of Living
A man who had to carry through
an important and difficult under
taking one night, knew that his co-
workers would, naturally and prop
erly, expect him to be absent from
his usual place at the customary
early hour the following morning.
Therefore he determined not to
meet their expectations—and he
was on hand as usual. He gained
in his influence with them, by do
ing the unexpected difficult thing?
and he gained also in will-power
and self-discipline.
When people expect less of us
than we can do, it is prettyipapor-
tant to decline to meet their expec
tations.
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When you’ve got chills and fever,
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This is no new-fangled or untried
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proven merit
Grove’s Tasteless Chill Tonic con
tains tasteless quinidine and iron.
It quickly relieves the chills and
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The very next time you have an
attack of chills and fever, get
Grove’s Tasteless Chill Tonic and
start taking it at once. All drug
stores sell Grove’s Tasteless Chill
Tonic, 50c and $1. The latter size
is the more economical.
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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.
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Think about nv
headaches and
INDIGESTION,
do you ?
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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
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