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WITH BANNERS 7*. V-- $ E m i I i e Lonncj SYNOPSIS Brooke Reyburn visits the office of Jed Stewart, a lawyer, to discuss the terms of an estate she has inherited from Mrs. Mary Amanda Dane. Unwit tingly she overhears Jed talking tp Mark Trent, a nephew of Mrs. Dane who has been disinherited. Mrs. Dane had lived at Lookout House, a huge structure on 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 de veloped 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 Clotilde Jacques. Mrs. Dane's servants. He says be 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 conference she learns she must live at (Lookout House alone, since Lucette. her i 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. Gregory, a family friend, that she had witnessed a hitherto un known wilt with Henri and Clotilda two weeks before Mrs. Dane died. Brooke had arrived just as she was leaving Jed augfeets that Mark open his part of Leak oat House get friendly with Brooke and try to And out about the will. Jsd agrees to stay with him Mark accepts Brooke « mvttaUnn for a family Thanks- gtvtag dUmmr at Lookout Mrs her bum aa Thankagtving eve that she a kmsed to England Bam and doe use to move la with Brooke a Maas to produce a new play AfWr the l>er>kerrvtng dinner wtw Mark that Utile eg Mr« Meal ^ nr. mmta Mark and stream of light laid a golden path on leafless shrubs and graveled walk. A woman was at the doorl A woman in a fox cape. Mrs. Hunt! Talking with Henri. Brooke stepped into the purple shadhw of a spruce. She could see and she could hear: “If you keep a level head we can’t lose, Henri.’' The man’s murmur was indistinct. He closed the door softly as the woman went down the steps. She flung a furtive look at the windows of the house before she vanished in the dusk. “That seems to be that,” Brooke said to herself, before she started around Mark Trent’s house that she might enter her own front door un observed by a possible watcher in the garden. As she entered the living-room at Lookout House, she rang for Henri. The green parrot squawked, "Stop!”, ruffled his feathers, and hopped up and down in his cage. She was standing near the fire, let ter opener in hand, looking over the mail she had found on the desk when the butler entered. “Did anyone call. Henri?” “On the phone. Miss?” “At the house ■’ Henri opened the door of the per- rot’s cage. Mr Micawber hopped to his shoulder and began tweaking bis ear. "Never mind about the parrot Henri Answer my question ’* "But I take him out like this lor a walk around three times e day. Misa. the old madama wanted him to have e change at arena Nag a person railed el due house Were "Yes. the lady whe ie to have rharga off seOing ucfceU toe the play m aha it TVarTsR " Mary TW S» I haven t s fare tost day yew aaa it ad to uae ► day you wit—"? Why was the word ha had start What had Mrs Gregory while she was driving Mrs nme. under a sky already freckled with stars, making what the 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 wes with a sense of strain lifted that she helped the older erorpan out of the car. Mrs. Greg ory laid her hand on her arm. “You’re a darling, Brooke. I ap preciate now the color, and the sense of *Ood’s in His Heaven, all’s right with the world’ you brought fata Mary Amanda Dane’s life. I had intended to start a boycott against yott and your family here because you had cut Mark out of his inheritance, but he asked me to be nice to you. I adore that boy. I would do anything for him. He lived in a nightmare of humiliation with a wife who came home night after night barely able to keep her feat Why, why can’t women real ise that it’s their privilege to keep up the standards of decency? He stood by her, though, and held his head high, and wouldn't allow his aqwl to ha warped by the experi- in the she reached Lookout was thoughtfully draw- af bar c a anew- *Mt a was thrill Mg la Saww Mat Mm was waatod. Naim Baark. era What a roalrait to thia tad rochbound rwast with the at surf, the wail <d the tirvn. and the cries af gulls, to which she was anchored foe the present The contents of the letter glowed in her mind as she dressed for the evening. It was heart warming to know that her bard work had been appreciated. Not until later, as. snuggled In a big chair before the Are in the liv ing-room. she waited for Lucette and Sam to change for dinner, did the memory of Mrs. Hunt’s pres ence at the garden door recur to her. Now it surged to the top of her mind. With unseeing eyes on the green parrot back in his cage, she thought of the woman’s warning to her, of her threat to Mark Trent —it had been a threat, in spite of that sugary “darling.” What had she meant? What object could Henri have had in denying her presence? Why should the remembrance of the low voice declaring: "If you keep a level head we can’t lose, Henri,” send icy prickles crawling up her spine and coasting down? Brooke thoughtfully smoothed the lace of her dinner frock, lace the very shade of the high lights in her hair. If this ..were a movie, there might be a tfick cupboard in the green paneling in which the silver had been hidden, but there was nothing so exciting here. She had been at Lookout House when the walla and trim were painted. "CaWng car S! Car 5! Car 5!” The frenzied tell brought Brooke to her feet set her heart thumping madly. Then ahe laughed aa the parrot with a at “Mr. Micawber you yeU like that TD target that I'm a perfect lady and wring your neck. Bern, did you teach the parrot that police radio call?" she demanded, aa her brother entered the room. His eyes twinkled behind the lenses of his horn-rimmed specta cles. He pulled a piece of cracker from the pocket of his blue coat “Sure, I taught him. I’ve been at work on that bird ever rince I came. Here, stout fella!” The parrot twiated hit head com pletely round, blinked lidless eyes, before he nipped at the reward which Sam had thrust through the bars of his square cage. "That bird’s a peach, Brooke. You can teach him anything if you try hard enough. Boy, I wish I had him in the play. He’d show some of the stiffs how to speak their lines.” Who’s the biggest problem?” Daphne Field. She’s pretty enough but dumb. She’ll stop the show, all right, but not because she’s an actress. Hers is a feed- part for the leading woman. She’s one of those darnfool girls who go off their heads in a crisis—in real life. I mean, not in the play. Glad she’s not in the lead. Laura Crane, who is, is good; she’s got plenty on the ball” "How is Jerry in his part?" “Okay, but I don’t like the man who is playing the male lead. He’s a spotlight hog. I wish Mark Trent would take it He’s Just the type and a natural I think he's great— and—he’s darn friendly, but—” Sam leaned against the mantel and faced his sister. “Have you ever thought that he is not particularly keen about the Reyburn family?” Brooke said thoughtfully: “Would he be likely to be keen, as you express It about a family which was spending money that he felt should be his? I think be has behaved decently.” Who said he hadn't? I have a kind of feeling, that’s all He told Jed Stewart that wa might take anything we liked from his house for •Uge setting But ell things eoastd- 1U be glad whew the show le I think rite wrtV ; , the »t from her mind, but she couldn’t target the other. Sometimes she wondered if she would ever think at anything alee. Questions were ever lastingly popping up. Had Lola Hunt gone to Mark Trent’s house to teO him about it or bed he known al ready? Why later had the woman been talking so confidentially to Henri at the garden door of Lookout House? What had she meant by: “If you keep a level head we can’t lose, Henri”? What was behind that snapped off “wit” of Mark Trent’s? Why was she spending a mo ment’s thought on Mark Trent’s problems? Hadn’t she plenty of her own? She frewned at the empty gilt cage. Where was Mr. Micaw ber? When she had come in this afternoon, Henri had been wringing his hands. He had gone completely French as he chattered, but she had gathered from the jargon that when he had stepped out on the lawn with the parrot on his shoulder, the door had banged behind him and the frightened bird had flown away. It wasn’t that she cared for the par rot, she detested him, but Mrs. Dane had loved him and she felt as if she had broken faith with her benefactress. “Wake up, sister!” Lucette prod ded from the doorway. "Sam and I have been staring at you for three minutes, trying thought transfer ence. Nothing doing. We couldn’t penetrate your skull You’ve been scowling as if addressing a hall full of women who refused to rally to your one-time battle-cry: “Old age isn't necessary, it Is nothing but a germ! Watch out that you don’t pick it up!” Brooke laughed. “I had no idea that the precepts of her elders made such an impression on our little sis ter. had you. Sam?” “No. I—Where is Mr Micawber?” Brooke told him. “No kidding, what do you know about that! I’ll bet Henri let him •• 1° “He wouldn’t do that Sam. though he should have known better than to go to the open door with him. Mrs. Dane wouldn't have the bird's wtaga clipped; of course be would fly when be got the chance. Henri Lakes all the rare at him thank heaven. I think he sflerM him N ’ he can adore anyth Mg Ceneun ' Mr Mtrawher hhoo Heart and yen. be doesn't try to coneeel the fact that be dtohhes I nestle end Me I'm reeky areuhtod shout the perrok Me I 'WayBackWhen •y JEANNI GENERAL WAS SCHOOL TEACHER COMETIMES one small incident ^ changes a whole life's trend, and leads to prominence beyond all previous dreams. We all recall ona or two unexpected happenings in our own lives which changed their whole course. John J. Pershing, who rose to be general of all the United States army, might have had an entirely different life had he not taken ad vantage of a lucky opportunity. He was born in 1860 at Laclede, Mo. His father was boss of a railroad gang and, later, a farmer. 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Sha dropped to the rug In front to U» Are. bugged her knees, and looked up at ber sister. “How soon do we eat. Brooke? I’m rtarving.” “Henri waits till he hesrs you tumble downstairs before he an nounces dmner. Whst kind of a day did you have?" "Hectic. Every woman in the city apparently has gone sports- clothes minded. They’ve stopped boasting of the extreme age of their frocks and hats and have begun to spend real money. They are buy ing for themselves and for Christ mas gifts in spite of the fact that prices are being stepped up. I should worry. I get a sliver of com mission on my sales. The girl who has taken your place had just one of those days, today. Madame Ce leste was on the warpath. I brought Jerry Field down in the car. He was a gob of gloom when he came in and you were not here. By the way, who do you think runs that new fill ing-station in the white cottage? “Mark Trent’s ex-wife and her husband!” CHAPTER YI Brooke stood before the fire In the softly lighted living-room at Look- cut House. Three day* had passed since she had receivad the tetter offering ber (he Palm Beach poto- Uoo. since she had heard that the of the the walla and face s chair. sat "Cheerio. Samuel Something telle that ’Islands Arise’ will be the hit of next season. Picture your adoring family In a box at the open ing. fairly swooning with pride when the audience yells: “ ’Author! Auth—’ ” The telephone interrupted. Henri answered it end returned to the din ing-room. "Probably someone panicky for fear she can’t get tickets to the great and only show of the season, Sam," Brooke said on her way to the door. In the living-room she answered the call; “Brooke Reyburn speaking.” “Ais is Mark Trent. I want to show you something. Make an ex cuse to stay at home from re hearsal will you?” “Yes.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Pae OPSmm *m toaap bp top sm •MS PBMBVBPatoP epPR hvs pato bp to «p top top Hbto Ctoai euBaxdp hi Bmp epMaav* *to top Mrvtval to toe at “Tmm First Salt Works in Ohio The first salt works in the sec tion of the country, according to the Cleveland Plain Dealer, was es tablished in 1796 on Salt Creek near what is now Zanesville. Fifty set* tiers pooled $1.50 each, bought 24 kettles and set to work in shifts. They worked night and day to keep the kettles boiling, taking turns bringing wood for the fires. In twelve hours* time six men could ) pounds of salt—which fH college, and so John had no oppor tunity to receive training for his voice. It did not occur to him at that time that singing would be his profession. However, he did decide against becoming a priest, which must have been a hard blow for his father. But the man did not lack understanding and he encouraged the boy in his desire to become a civil service clerk. When John failed in the entrance examinations at the school where he would re ceive his training, and when given a second chance forgot the appoint ment, his father must have truly despaired. Then it began to dawn on John McCormack that singing was his true vocation. He had loved to sing all his life. He went to Dublin end got a job in the Marlborough Street cathedral choir at $123 a year. He began to gain more and more rec ognition, sang for recordings of the Edison and Gramaphone compa nies, and eventually became • star of opera. Today be is known the world over tor his golden tenor. to-WMU H* tart poor, her had e aegre epeahrr Me “I tom I be Steve to Me Pi or Fifteen to emend mewls * As chairman of the agrtcwhural committee to the senate, be is aa Important figure in the reshaping to farm tegtslalMM. to be taken tote account In the new agrarian drtva tor subsidies. • • • N ORMAN EBBUTT. Berlin cor respondent of the London Times, loses his four-year battle against Nazi opposition. The Ger- , man foreign office Boot of Naztt asked the Times h Applied to to withdraw him Herr Ebbutt ? K nd it . clear that, if this is not done, he would be expelled. This is the culmination of continuous dis agreement between Mr. Ebbutt and the Reich. The foreign office asked that he be replaced by a correspondent who will “more nearly reflect the official version of the achievements of the regime.” Mr. Ebbutt has writ ten his own and not the official ver sion of events in Germany. 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