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C> George Agnew Chamberlain
By George Agnew Chamberlain
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Pattern 1532
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Warn. .
Joyce Sewell, on the eve ot her twentieth
birthday, rebels at her lot, dependent on her
detested stepmother. Irma, and full of tragic
memories of her mother's murder twelve
years before and her father’s death six
months ago. Irma calls In Helm Blackadder,
an admirer, to help her persuade Joyce to
marry rich, young Michael Kirkpatrick.
Mike, sent up to Joyce by Irma and Black-
adder, demands a showdown on his pro
posal and is rejected. Reading her father's
papers, Joyce realizes that La Barranca,
a Mexican hacienda which her father had
owned, legally belongs to her. Later, she
receives a letter enclosing a warrant on the
United States Treasury for $10,000 compen
sation for her mother's murder at La Bar
ranca. She confers with Mr. Bradley, a
banker and only remaining friend of her
father’s. She confides that she wants to
make a secret journey to Mexico.
CHAPTER II—Continued
She sat staring at the floor, not
answering at once. “I know what
you mean,” she said finally, “and
I’ll try to explain. I remember ev
erything, but I’ve found out that be
ing far away from a thing like that
doesn’t help you to forget—it makes
it into a picture on the wall. Then
there's something else. Places go
by contrasts, don’t they? I won’t
say anything about Elsinboro; all
I can tell you is that when I’ve been
unhappy, when I’m most miserable,
I look back and dream of happiness
and La Barranca.” She swept her
eyes to his face. “My mother isn’t
here, Mr. Bradley. I mean she
couldn’t possibly come to Elsinboro
-not even in my thoughts. Does
that sound foolish to you?”
“Not foolish, my dear,” he mur
mured, “not at all foolish.”
Touched by his understanding she
reached out one hand impulsively
and laid it on his arm. “Oh, Mr.
Bradley, please be my friend. You
can help me so much! My passport,
a letter of credit, but that’s not all.
You know my stepmother. Father
used to keep telling me she’s a good
woman. Well, she is, but if she
finds out what I’m doing or where
I am I’ll have two fights on my
hands instead of one.”
“How are you going to work it?
How will you get away?”
"I’ve thought it all out. I can
say I’m going to Frances Holder’s
for a visit.”.
“H’m. But they’ll trace you. Now
adays a deliberate disappearance
is one of the hardest things on earth
to stage.”
“I’ve thought of that too.” She
gave him a look so composed it
set his blood to tingling. “If I go
by air, where will I be by the time
they begin their tracing?”
He blinked at her admiringly.
“Joyce, I’ve made up my mind.
I’ll do everything I can to help you
and I promise I’ll keep my mouth
tight shut till you say the word.’
On the same impulse they rose
to their feet and stood with right
hands half extended, not quite
touching. “You’re awfully young,
Joyce, and most people would say
I ought to be jailed for letting you
go. But you’ve got heart as well
as head, and as for youth—what’s
it for? To spend while it’s strong.”
He proved as good as his word
and better, for he could see a lot
further ahead than Joyce. Within
ten days not only did he arrange
that her passport for travel abroad
should come direct from the State
department rather than through the
local county clerk, but he coached
her on her deportment in the mean
time toward her stepmother, pro
vided her with a certified copy of
her father’s will, warned her about
excessive baggage and bought her
tickets by air in a fictitious name.
Later, without detection, she
boarded a plane at Elsinboro’s al
most deserted airport that connect
ed at Newark with a night plane
south.
CHAPTER IH
Dirk Van Suttart, second secre
tary of embassy, would have
showed to greater advantage in any
other setting. The traditions of an
ancient name were behind him, he
had more than his share of good
looks, a reasonable amount of
money and a merry eye. Away from
his job he was as clean-cut a young
American as ever drew breath, but
he was on the way to being spoiled,
poisoned by the bite of the diplo
matic bee.
He was engaged in testing the
spring of a polo mallet when the
reception clerk entered, laid Joyce’s
sjip on the desk and lingered to
smoke a cigarette. Dirk read the
paper over his shoulder.
“What does she want?”
“Same old thing. She’d like to
walk in on the chief.”
Dirk finished testing the stick, put
it away in a clothes closet, went to
his padded chair and rummaged for
a dispatch. “All set. You can show
her in.’* Presently Joyce stood be
fore him. He perused the dispatch
frowningly for a moment longer,
then motioned her to a chair be
side the desk.
“Won’t you sit down, Miss Sew
ell?”
Joyce hesitated. “You’re not the
ambassador, are you?”
“Hardly. I’m the second secre
tary.”
“I wanted to see the ambassa
dor.”
“Are you an American?”
“Yes; born of American parents
residing abroad. I arrived from the
States last night. Do you wish to
see my passport?”
“That’s not necessary at present.
I suggest you state your business.
If it’s something I can’t handle—or
if it’s important enough—an ap
pointment will be made for you
with his excellency.”
Joyce sat down without taking her
eyes off him. She was puzzled. Here
was a young man, the very anti
thesis of Mike Kirkpatrick in looks,
manner and breeding, yet all she
felt was bitter disappointment.
Why? Suddenly the answer swept
over her. She was face to face
with the mask that had defeated
her father—immature, perhaps, its
veneer not yet solidified, but the
same unfeeling mask.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
"Dirk Van Suttart,” he replied,
betrayed by the suddenness of the
question. A glint lit in his eye and
color rose to his cheeks, but he
quickly controlled his anger and
raised one eyebrow. "Really, Miss
Sewell, while you requested a per
sonal interview I didn’t realize you
were contemplating an exchange of
confidences.”
“I like to know to whom I am
talking,” said Joyce coolly. “I think
you’ll find my business is quite per
sonal. I’m the daughter and sole
Anger Surged in Her Veins.
heir of the late Cutler Sewell and
there’s a file in this office under
his name. I wish to know my rights.
Am I entitled to have copies of the
dispatches, or to examine them, or
to be given a resume, or—if all that
is impossible—can I be informed of
the last step in the negotiation?”
By this time both Van Suttart’s
eyebrows were raised to the limit.
"No copy of any dispatch can be
given to anybody,” he declared,
“except by specific direction of the
Department of State, and the same
restriction applies to the balance of
your question. May I ask to what
this file refers?”
“To my father’s property in this
country."
“I thought so. Miss Sewell, Amer
icans abroad suffer from an unfor
tunate delusion which you seem to
share that the foreign service is
maintained for their individual con
venience. It isn't. It was created
for the benefit of the United States
as a whole and of the taxpayers at
home who foot the bills. Haven’t you
heard of the Mexican claims com
mission in Washington?”
"I have.”
"That, my dear young lady, is
where you should file your petition.”
“I did, through my father, when
I was eight years old. I’m not eight
now, Mr. Van Sutt»rt, though you
seem to think so. The Mexican
claims commission has been sitting
for a great many years considering
claims amounting to $250,000,000.
Has it settled a single case?”
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
“You mean you don’t know? I’ll
tell you, it hasn’t—not one.”
“Miss Sewell, this conversation is
getting us nowhere. May I say in
conclusion that I’ve given you all
the advice—the only advice—to
which you are entitled? The embas
sy can do nothing to help you—noth
ing whatever.”
“Help!” exclaimed Joyce. “I
didn’t come here for help; I asked
for certain information. Are you
sure you have the authority to re
fuse it?”
“Quite sure.”
Joyce stood up to find her knees
were trembling. She had been dis
missed, told to leave! Anger surged
in her veins—anger against some
implacable force outside herself and
Van Suttart. She became e flame
and suddenly its beauty cut through
to his inner consciousness. In a
half daze he was telling himself that
if he had met this girl at a cocktail
party instead of in the course of offi
cial business he would have crashed
through to her side and stayed
there. But he was too i»te, the pol
ished shell he wore had weld out too
long.
“Mr. Van Suttart,” said Joyce,
“your imagining I came to you for
help has its funny side. Aren’t you
ever puzzled as to why you’re alive
—why you draw down pay? A ca
nary in his gilded cage earns his
keep with song, but a popinjay can’t
even sing.”
She was gone before he could
wipe the look of amazement from
his face, much less answer.
She hurried to the hotel where
she was living, paid her bill and
asked that her baggage be brought
down. At sight of the petaca there
were supercilious glances from the
tourists, the clerk and even the por
ter, but not from the taxi driver;
again the little native trunk served
her well. He did not bother to lie
about the fare and even understood
her quest for the best hotel unfre
quented by foreigners. Unhesitat
ingly he drove her to an establish
ment in a back street but near the
center of town. The proprietor
greeted her in soft Castilian and
took the trouble to accompany her
himself to a top-floor room.
“Can you recommend a woman
lawyer?” she asked.
“I know of one, but she’s a Mexi
can.”
“I prefer a Mexican,” said Joyce.
“Will you give me her name and
address?”
He took out his card, scribbled on
it, and handed it to her. “She’s a
difficult person,” he remarked, “but
an excellent lawyer."
Joyce decided to waste no time
in telephoning for an appointment,
but she did stop long enough to un
pack her bag and hang up her
clothes. As her rage at Van Sut
tart began to cool she wondered at
it and felt a little ashamed. Prob
ably that manner of his had got him
his job, perhaps he was paid to
make people feel exactly as she had
felt She opened the petaca, sorted
out the documents she thought she
would need and made her way on
foot |to the lawyers address. It
wax a strange, old-fashibned build
ing with a long dark narrow hall
which opened suddenlv upon a big
square well surrounded by balconies
and roofed by the sky. There was
an elevator but no attendant. Rath
er than attempt to work the mech
anism herself she walked up two
flights and located a door upon
which was inscribed: Lie. Marga-
rida Fonseca.
She knocked; there was no an
swer. She opened the door, stepped
into an empty anteroom and
coughed. The <|oor into a room be
yond was open. She passed through
it and stopped short. On the farther
side of a littered desk, leaning back
and apparently absorbed in staring
through the thick wall at some vi
sion far away, sat a woman whose
appearance could be described only
as leonine. One glance was enough
to make her speak in English. 1
“What do you want?”
“A lawyer,” said Joyce.
“What for? What about?"
“May I sit down?”
“No! What about?”
“An estate.”
"Whose?”
“Mine. I have the documents
here proving absolute title if you’ll
only take the trouble to look at
them.”
“No use. You’re wasting my
time. Don’t waste yours or - your
money by going to any other law
yer. I give you that advice for noth
ing.”
“What is your time worth?” asked
Joyce, switching into Spanish. “I
like you. How much would you
charge to let me sit and look at
you for half an hour?”
Margarida Fonseca swung around
in her swivel chair, planted her el
bows on the desk, her fists in her
cheeks, and stared. “Cara’o! Hab-
las Castillano, gringuita! So, we talk
Spanish! Who are you?”
“My name is Joyce Sewell. I’m
the daughter of Cutler Sewell who
owned—”
“Tst! Tst! Nobody owns anything.
You possess, you don’t own.”
“Oh, but I dv,” protested Joyce,
“I can prove it.” She advanced, sat
down on the edge of a chair and
laid her documents on the desk.
“Please let me show you.”
“It’s no use, my child. I’ve told
you the truth and the whole truth*.
Incidentally I don’t like Americans,
but let me give you something else
for nothing. Get out. Go back to
your own country before somebody
makes one bite of your pretty
head.”
Joyce stood up and buried her
grave blue eyes in Margarida’s
black ones. “I’ll get out, but I
won’t go back. I was wrong about
you. I may not find a lawyer with
more brains, but I’ll get one who
isn’t a coward.” She snatched up
her precious documents, turned
quickly and started toward the door.
"Stop!” yelled Margarida. “No
body can say that to me! Come
back and sit down. Give me the
papers.” She took them, spread
them out but kept her puzzled eyes
fixed on Joyce. Abruptly she smiled.
“I thought you were out to make a
play on the tender female heart but
I’ve changed my mind. Have you
any money?”
“How much?”
“Ten thousand dollars.”
"Really! You’re loose in Mexico
at your age with $10,000! We’ll see
the papers.”
She glanced over them swiftly
with odd jerks of her nose as if
she were a parrot tearing the meat
out of one nut after another.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was La
Barranca?” she asked of the blue
sky.
“You didn’t give me a chance,”
said Joyce.
Margarida turned. “I think I've
found a way. It has nothing what
ever to do with the courts. Come
back in a week.”
“That won’t do,” said Joyce, "it
won’t do at all!”
“Why not?”
“Because a week is too long!”
“You have courage, little one.
Since you don’t do your fighting with
tears we’ll go hunting together.
Fortunately I care nothing what
happens to you—nothing at alL Is
that clearly understood?”
“Don’t worry,” said Joyce. “Show
me the road and I’ll look out for
myself.”
Margarida scooped up the papers,
crammed a hat on her head, showed
the way out and slammed the door
behind them. A moment later they
were in a taxi which scurried along
interminable back streets to draw
up in exactly 15 minutes at the resi
dence of Gen. Zacharias Onelia,
right-hand man to the minister of
war.
“General, it is very good of you
to receive us,” said Margarida.
“Do you mind taking a look at this
young lady before she goes out to
walk around the patio while you and
I have a talk? She has a peculiar
value. General.”
“To me?”
“Especially to you,” said Marga
rida and turned to Joyce. “Sup
pose you go out, chica, and stay
out till you’re called!” As soon as
Joyce had gone Margarida leaned
toward Onelia and continued in a
low voice. “General, this is a mo
mentous business, far deeper than
may appear at first glance. The
young lady, Miss Joyce Sewell, is
undoubtedly the lawful owner of ha
cienda La Barranca.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Model Hayloft Is Placed in U. S. Farm
Building; Seek to Standardize Crops
The most modem farm laboratory
in the world has been opened by the
Department of Agriculture in Wash
ington in an effort to raise the
standards of American farm prod
ucts, writes a Washington United
Press correspondent in the New
York Herald Tribune.
In the new standardization build
ing are located the bureaus direct
ing regulatory and marketing
agencies dealing with the principal
farm products. Technological and
economic research scientists -Spsa
are housed in the air-cooled struc
ture.
It also houses a modern hayloft—
a combination standardization re
search laboratory and warehouse—
with glass north front and scientific
devices for analyzing quality and
factors in hay.
Cotton experts prepare standards
for use in domestic and foreign
trade. The appeal board of review
examiners, the final authority in the
interpretation of standards, has its
classing rooms in the building.
Along with cotton standardization
and classical work, the physical
and chemical properties of cotton
fibers, lint and seed will be studied,
as a part of the expanded federal-
state cotton research programs.
These studies and tests will be re
lated to practical problems in the
principal branches of the cotton en
terprise from the production of raw
cotton through to the finished prod
ucts of cotton manufacture.
The building contains a fireproof
cotton warehouse in which can be
stored more than 1,000 bales of cot
ton to be used chiefly in preparation
of copies of the official standards.
It is the new headquarters for the
Bureau of Agricultural Economics’
South-wide cotton market news
service.
Croagh Patrick
Croagh Patrick, the holy moun
tain in County Mayo, Ireland, is not
as huge as it appears to be, al
though it is a monarch of a moun
tain. It gives the impression of
great altitude because of the moist
atmosphere. The Irish hills, under
atmospheric influences, seem to risa
to twice their natural height.
CO LONG as you Sew-
^ Your-Own, Milady, just
so long will Yours Truly
strive to,interpret the mode
for you. Today the trio
brings you frocks for every
size (from four years to size 52)
for almost any occasion. Each
has been designed to bring you
the ultimate in style in its par
ticular class and all, claim a new
high in simplicity and comfort.
Ultra-Smart Dress.
It’s nice to know you’re easy to
look at even if the occasion is only
another breakfast session. That’s
why the ultra-smart dress at the
left is so handy to have. Note
the clever detail all the way
through even to the inverted skirt
pleat. See how beautifully the
sleeves set-in—you just know at a
glance how simple it is to put to
gether. Cotton, of course, is the
material.
Typical of Youth.
The surest way to be a big little-
body is to wear dresses that are
as expertly planned as the grown
ups’. The little number above,
center, has the smart styling of a
sub-deb’s frock. It is typical of
youth’s freshness and activity,
and is one model that gets little
girls’ complete endorsement. It
is the pumber one. dress for the
number one sweetheart in any
body’s family.
An Orchid to You.
Do you think of a charming
sorority tea with lots of atmos
phere and plenty of style when
you look at the handsome new
two-piecer above, right? Would
you like it made in one color and
material, or, perhaps with a top
per in gold lame or satin com
bined with a skirt of a rich dull
fabric? Why not make it your
self to suit your own fancy and
step into a swell little world of
glamour crowded with fans and
fun and festivity?
Pattern 1401 is designed for
sizes 36 to 52. Size 38 requires
4% yards of 35-inch materiaL
Pattern 1366 is designed for
sizes 6, 8, 10, 12, and 14 years.
Size 8 requires 294 yards of 39-
Ask Me Another
0 A General Quiz
1. What ia the origin of the
acre?
2. What is the difference be
tween a Zeppelin and a dirigible?
3. What queen of a foreign coun
try married an American citizen?
4. What is the length of the
Great Wall of China?
5. What is the shortest verse In
the Bible?
6. Have ships ever sailed
through a northwest passage
above Canada?
7. How large a navy has the
Irish Free State?
8. Who is the best-known wom
an inventor?
Answers
1. Originally it was the area a
yoke of oxen could plow in a day.
2. A dirigible is any aircraft lift
ed by gas which may be guided
and propelled by mechanical
means. A Zeppelin is a rigid
dirigible of the type invented by
Count von Zeppelin.
3. Queen Liliuokalani of Hawaii
married John O. Dominis, a na
tive of Boston.
4. The length of the Great Wall
of China, including all spurs and
loops, is estimated at 2,500 miles.
5. “Jesus tvept,” John 11:35.
6. Two ships recently met In
Bellot strait, one from the east
and one from the west, thus ef
fecting intercommunication, which
has been the object of navigators
for four hundred years.
7. It has no navy. The name of
this country has lately been
changed by act of parliament to
Eire, pronounced Air uh.
8. Miss Beulah Louise Henry of
North Carolina is the most prolific
inventor, with 52 patents regis
tered.
inch material, plus 1% yards of
machine-made pleating to trim, as
pictured.
Pattern 1396 is designed for
sizes 32 to 44. Size 34 requires 1%
yards of 39-inch material for the
blouse, 1% yards of 54-inch mate
rial for the skirt.
Send your order to The Sewing
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Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
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Send 15 cents for the Barbara
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Make yourself attractive, practi
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*Tis Said Arithmetic
Is a Science of Truth
“Figures can’t lie,” said the
professor earnestly. “For In
stance, if one can build a house in
twelve days, twelve men can build
It in one.”
"Yes,” interrupted a quick
brained student. “Then 288 will
build it in one hour, 17,280 in
one minute, and 1,036,800 in one
second. And I don’t believe they
could lay one brick in that time.”
While the professor was still
gasping, the smart one went on:
“Again, if one ship can cross
the Atlantic in six days, six ships
can cross it in one day. I don’t
believe that either; so where’s
the truth in arithmetic?”
PEMETRO
NOSE DROPS
CONTAIN EPHEDRINE
Hold Secrets
The truly wise man should have
no keeper of his secret but him
self.—Guizot.
Lazy, bored, grouchy
Yon may feel this way
as a result of constipation
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Love of Fame
The love of fame is the last
weakness which even the wise re*
sign.—Tacitus.
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