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Ty- vaierbmsg Demomk « PAGES 11 TO 18 WATERBURY. CONNECTICUT. WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 4. 1935 PAGE ELEVEN 1 €> 1933 NEA Service, Inc. 'Rackel Ruth Leaves Home; Boards a Bus, Wishing No Longer To Be a Burden To Her Cousins CHAPTER III When Ruth reacfted home she found her cousins, the Lawrence young people, en gaged in one of their major battles. Letty wad trying to wrest from her brother a dol lar bill which he had found on their mother’s desk. Being large and well-developed for her 18 years, the girl was more than a match for the slftn 16-year-old youth who was holding out against her. “Help, Kuth!” Cecil yelled, bit ing at his sister's exposed arm. They were struggling on an antique Jennie Lind laybed and it gave signs of falling apart at any mo ment. , , Ruth looked at them helplessly. “I don't know who's right,” she yelled back abbve the tumult. "Well, you know who's getting heatenl” Cecil retorted between gasps. Letty said, "If she comes near, I’ll slap both your faces, and I mean It. Give me the dollar, pig! You got the last one we found You know how I need stockings!” With a final twist she pried open her brother’s hand, snatched the damp, crumpled bill and fled with It to her bedroom. Cecil lay groaning and rubbing his chest, where his sister’s knee had pressed. Ruth said. “If you wouldn't smoke so many cigarets, Cecil, you might beat her now and then." She had no admiration and very little liking for this high school Junior who took his mother’s hard-earned money as his Just due and pampered himself extrava gantly. Letty came back Into the room with her hair smoothed and her mrp.fullv made up. She had a round, pretty face with wide, sky-blue eyes, fringed with dark lashes, and light brown hair. She looked much like a Christmas doll. In fact, she had once played that role In a school play, standing against the wall In a huge box, clothed In a crisp, knee-length dress, and holding out her arms Invitingly while she smiled a blank, dimpled smile. Ruth knew, however, that Letty was not as blank and forceless as she ap peared. Once when Cousin Bessie, Lctty’s mother, was bemoaning the fact that the girl could not go to col lege, Ruth had said to her, “I don’t think Letty would like college, Coualn Bessie. She’s not a book worm like you at all. I think Letty ought to marry young.” It was true. She was a voluptuous rose bud that had formed early and needed to blossom early. Marriage would be the perfect blossoming. • * * Letty sat down and crossed her pretty legs. "Any luck In tpwn to day, Ruth?" Ruth answered, “No, Letty,” and wished that she might never hear that question again. "Can I help you with dinner?” “It’s almost ready,” Letty re plied, brightening. She genuinely loved to plun and cook a meal. "On Account of Its being Mother’s birth day I’ve cooked a chicken. There’s rice to go with It, and head lettuce I salad and home-made rolls. I’ve made a cake, too. Cecil — !” she ' exclaimed, turning to her lolling brother, "go cleun yourself up be fore Mother gets home." Cedi sat up, yawning, "All right. If the doorbell rings while I’m i washing,” he said, "It’ll be Jack I Wilier. Let him* In. He wants aome radio books I've got.” I’ll let him In, of course,” Letty said. She was looking intently at her Anger nails. She got up and .went Into the kitchen and put on a ruffled organdie apron. | Ruth followed her. “What can II do, Letty?” she asked earnestly, 'wanting to help. “Or had you rather I stayed out of your way now and washed the dishes after ward ?" “yes,” answered Betty, “that Would be better.” She got out four aulad plates and then thoughtfully went and got another. "I’ll ask Jack to stay," she said. "He’s fun.” She turned her buck and began to hum. Ruth went to the coat closet and hung up her hat and coat. She thought, "Letty doesn't wunt me •round. She dislikes me more all the time.” It was a problem that Uuth had tried a thousand times to solve. She was dependent on the Lawrences until she could 6 STORIES OF 34 POPULAR SCREEN The Watcrbury Democrat’* Washington Information Bureau la Issuing this week an attrac tively bound booklet containing brief biographical sketches of S4 of yonr favorite stars of the sil ver screen, including Joan Craw dark Gable, Marion Da Vllltam Powell, Kay Fran j>redric March, and twenty eight others. Dives of the stars are briefly sketched from birth to the present time. If yon want some real accurate infor mation about these favorites of yours, wrap up a dime and mall with the coupon below to our Washington Information Bureau. IMS Thirteenth St., N. W., Washington, D. O. wind CD IP COUPON HERB 1 Dept. B-I1S, Washington Bureau, The Watcrbury Democrat. I IMS Thirteenth Street, NW.. Washington, D. C. I Here is my dime (carefully wrapped). Please send my “Screen Stars" booklet by return mall. I I NAME .. | STREET AND NO. ... Cm. STATE....'.*• 1 am a reader of The Watcrbury Democrat. (A-T) WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR Two young officers, about to be sent overseas, go to spend brief furloughs with their families. BRIAN CHALMERS goes to a palatial home where he sees his beau tiful wife, GWEN, and his 2-year-old child, ELAINE. GEORGE WOODSON goes to his modest little home for a brief visit with his adoring wife, ELEANOR, and his baby, RUTH. Each man makes the wish that his liltle daughter will have “whatever it takes to make her happy.” , Eighteen years later Ruth, now an or phan, is living with her cousins, the LAW RENCES, in Brooklyn. She is looking for work. Though lacking lunch money, she re fuses an invitation to lunch with a wealthy stranger. Ruth realizes that her pretty 18 year-old cousin, LETTY LAWRENCE, dislikes her. JACK WILLER drops in. When he is attentive to Ruth, Letty*s hat red flares to the surface. , Ruth impulsively leaves the house, pawns a pin inherited from her grand mother, and boards an out-going bus, de termined to be no longer a burden to her cousins. Ruth, nitting in one of the deep seats, felt a thrill of excitement. “Off into the unknown!’’ establish herself. She knew tha she crowded them. Even hcfori she came It must have been har( for the three of them to mon about the five small rooms, lillei as they were with Bessie Law renoe’s antique furniture and bras candlesticks and samovurs und In dla prints. Mrs. Lawrence hud col lected these things In her hupp: voung married days and who wouh no more have parted with then ..mu with one of her children. After Ruth’s arrlvul they let he sleep on the daybed in the llvlnl room and keep her clothes In om side of the coat closet. Ruth wu deeply grateful and felt herscl . fortunute. (An orphan wno nas • lived In the crowded homes of dls 1 tunt rclutives docs not grow up ex • pectlng a great deal of life.) She [ only wished that Hetty did not feel ■ this untiputhy towurd her. "Not < that I blame her.” Kuth thought ■ reasonably.' “Here X am. tuklng up room, consuming purl of the fam r ily Income and contributing noth 1 ing but a little work." • • • The doorbell rang and lluth • went, ubsent-mindedly. to un ; swer It. The housu was a duplex and the Lawrences lived on the t first floor. When Kuth opened the ; dor she saw u young mun stand ing on the porch, it was Juck Wilier. "Hello!’’ she said politely. “Come In, Juck. Cecil’s expecting you.’ Sho showed him whore to put hh hut und took him into the llvlnp room. She sut down on the little Vlctorlun sotec und begun to make polite conversation, while he strode around the room, picking up thlngt and luylng them downjn the rest less way common to young men Ho wus 22 or 23 years old and wat handsome In u curly-haired, movie hero way. Kuth had always fount him rather boring. She once salt to Lctty, “If you’d remove th( slung from Jack’s conversation, al you’d havo left would be a stack ol prepositions and a ‘cuss word’ oi two," Letty had disagreed. "J think he’s awfully clever and In terestlng," she had said. Kuth noticed that Juck Wlllei was looking at her qucerly. H< said. In an accusing voice, ‘Tvt been talking to you for live min utes and you Haven’t even been lis tening." Kuth replied In confusion. "The Idea, Jack! I always listen to you I simply hang on your words!" Ir her remorse for his Injured feel ings sho made her voice' mort warm and cordial than she In tended. In an Instant he was on the little sofa beside her, his arm around her shoulders and his sparkling eyes looking Into her surprised ones. “Why have you alwayi uvolded me, Kuth?’ he asked. "Why aren’t you always nice to me like this?" Kuth Jumped to her feet, not knowing what to do or say. Hhc felt positively relieved to sec l,ctiy standing In the door. That (iti fejijj*;. I'ls, until Letty said coldly, “Am 1 interrupting something?’' “No,” replied Ruth In embarrass ment. "Oh, no. I’ll go and call Cecil.’’ As she passed Letty their eyes met and the hatred In those sky-blue eyes guve Ruth the an swer to the question she had been asking herself for weeks. Letty was In love with Juck Wilier- and regarded Ruth us her rival. Ruth wished bitterly thaj there were some spot in the house where she might go and be alone, some little sanctuary where she might go now with her problems and her mistakes, and try to think them out. Well, there was the street— .She went to the coat closet and got her hat und coat and put them on. She slipped out of the kitchen door. Ruth did not know how far she had walked, or how long. She found herself on the fringe of a busy business section. She saw a great bus chugging before a sta tion. Across its sides, in neut painted letters, were the words, “CLEVELAND, BUFFALO, ROCH ESTER, SYRACUSE, SCRAN TON—” The lights were lighted and a few people were filing in, but the driver was not In sight. “It won’t be going for a while,” Ruth said aloud to no one In par ticular. Nest door there was a pawn shop She saw that, too. There were three gilded balls hunglng above the door. She went through that door. The man who came to serve her was elderly. He wore a skull cap and had a white beard and infi nitely kind eyes. He reminded her Ot OIIU BU1U tv min, * a little pin here that I would like to sell. le belonged to my mother, and to my grundmother before that. I think It even belonged to my grandmother’s mother.” She un pinned It from her collar and showed it to him. "What will you give me for It?” she asked. The old man took the pin in hi? slender, sensitive hands. He said. “You must need money badly to part with this thing of your peo ple.” His voice held a sort of re proof, the reproof of a proud race that respects a heritage. “I do need money badly," Ruth answered. "1 need to catch the bus out there that's aDout to leave.” , The old man raised his eyes from the pin and looked at her. Then he said, ”1 am a sentimental man. I do not need any more money than 1 have. I can do what I like to do.” He seemed to be explain ing these things to himself, rather than to the waiting girl. “I will give you $20 for the little pin, and X will put It away until you come again to get it. It pleases mo to do this.” “You are good,” Ruth said, as he counted out the bills. "I think God sent me here.” The old man shook his head In negation. "We cun never be sure of those things," he suld. • • • CHAPTER IV The big bus shook the lights ot New York from Its bleuming sides and plunged onto the darken ing highway. Finally It turned its noBe west and hcld\ the course. Huth Woodson, sitting In one of the deep scats, felt a thrill of ex citement. Off into the unknown! A porter went through the car, offering pillows to the passengers. When he came to Ruth she said. “No, thank you," firmly. An elbow prodded her side. It belonged to the large, gruy-haired woman be side her. “Take it,” the woman advised. "It don't cost anything—” "Thank you so much,” Ruth said when the clean pillow was adjusted under her head. "I didn’t know It was free service.” She closed her eyes to discourage further conver sation, for she was very tired. In a moment she had drifted off into delicious sleep. When Ruth awakened there was a confused moment of locating her self, then a feeling of being rested and alert. Dawn was in the sky. The womun beside her was awake, too, arranging her hair in a pocket mirror und uttering little groans of annoyance. Catching Ruth's eye, she smiled nt her and said, ”1 always wish I wus a man ut a time like this. A woman's clothes are hard to tidy. My collar looks like I’d alept In it.” “You have," Ruth said, and they both luughed. “Are we almost to Uuffalo I’m getting off there.” "We’ll be there soon,” the woman answered. "I'm chunglng buses there. I’m on my way to Hunting ton, to visit my sister-in-law. I haven’t ever been this far west be fore." "I haven’t cither,” Ruth replied. HELLO WATERBURY HOTEL PARAMOUNT, N. Y.~ BROADCASTING HATUKM 70# ROOMS 70# BATHS Air C.WIU.uA Dlaiaf IlM DAILY JMTM S.RJM. .2M BOUBU I^M TP jrm’n Now York bound, why not make 1 your visit a memorable one. Here at The Paramount, buaineaa ia easily combined with pleasure. During the day, you’re urinate# away from buaineaa and shopping eeatera... At night, there are huadreda of theatre#, reetauranta and night eluba to amnae yen. Truly, you’ll enjoy your New York vieil Maying here. • Churlea L Onultin, Manager HOTtL Ruth did not know how far'she had walked. Iced. She saw a great bus .. and thought, l‘It won’t be going for a while." face und was us eager to be nice as .a friendly puppy. Kuth felt grateful to her for telling her about the pillow. The woman wasi studying Kuth with interest. "A young girl like you will enjoy visitin’ in Buffalo," she offered. “There’s plenty to see there—Niagara Falls and all—” Kuth decided to gratify the stranger's curiosity. “I’m not going there to visit," she told her. "I’m going to look for a job. Buffalo > just happened to be the first large city on this route, so I bought my ticket for there. I’m being a sort of gambler, you see." The woman exclaimed, ‘‘Well, now!" She was silent for so long that Kuth hoped it was to be per manent. But after a bit she re marked thoughtfully, "I hail a niece by marriage that, went there last year from Jersey. She and another girl. They tried to get jobs there but they couldn’t. They had to leave." • • • Kuth was now attentive. "You mean they couldn’t find any work to do?” she asked. "Not either of them ?" "No they couldn't," the woman replied. "My niece said most towns have a way of looking after their permanent residents before they give jobs to outsiders. She and thitf other girl stayed five weeks and then gave it up and left. They were hitch-hiking,” she explained. “Oh,” said Kuth. She lapsed into silence and misgivings. "I didn't mean to discourage I you,” the woman remarked. "I ifoing—" Ruth said, “It sounds like a good Idea. It would enable a girl to live decently until she could get her bearings.’’ “Yeah,” Mrs. Cogly replied in a loud, cheerful voice and looked out of the window lit the brightening landsca pe. There was a 20-mlnute silence, broken at last by Ruth. She said, "I’ve decided to go on to Pitts burgh, on account of what you've just told me. Can 1 catch a bus from Iluffalo this morning, do you think ?” "Sure, you can,” Mrs. Cogly as sured her. ’’Some time before noon. I'm going to take that bus myself. Hut first I’m going out to sec Niag ara Falls. That's why I came this way. You ought to see Niagara yourself, dearie.” “How much will It cost?" Ruth Inquired cautiously. "I’ve heard there's a local bus takes you there and back for $2," Mrs. Cogly answered. "Well," said Ruth, the adventur ous, “I believe I’ll go.” Seeing Niagara Falls with Mrs. Cogly was 'an experience Ruth was never to forget. There was Mrs. Cogly at her elbow' to point out such obvious items as souvenirs for Hale and honeymooning couples und hotel flower beds nnd raincoated tourists about to go under the ca iuract. And there was Niagara It self, detached and thunderous and errlble and gorgeous, roaring Its merciless way to the sea. More magnificent street shaded by four rows of towering elms, which Is one of America's own wonders. Back at the bus station, Ruth said, "It’s hard to think In dimes and pennies nfter looking at old Niagara, but I’ve got to do a little calculating. It’s going to cost me $5 to get to Pittsburgh. Now let’s see how much that leaves me for a change of clothes and a tooth brush.’’ "Rand's sake!” shrilled Mrs. Cog ly in consternation. "Bid you come off without any clothes? I thought you were checkin’ your bags while I was checkin’ mine." "I haven’t a stitch with me ex cept what I’ve got on my back,” Ruth confessed. "I came off that suddenly—’’ There flashed back to her mind her amuzing telephone call to the Lawrence home just before she boarded the bus. Cecil had an swered and she had told him, her voice shaking a little, "I'm just taking a bus for Buffalo, Cecil—’’ He kept saying, "Hugh?” and she had to repeat it three times. She said to him, "No. don’t call Letty or your mother—I’d rather talk to you. I’m getting a job in Buffalo Tell your mother she’s not to wor ry. Everything's going to be fine I’ll write later, and you can send my clothes on—” Another “Land’s sake!" from Mrs. Cogly recalled Ruth to the present. She looked around and located a cheap store nearby. She pointed it out to Mrs. Cogly. "Vou go on and got a seat in the bus," Ruth Sets Out Alone she advised. “I’ll Join you aa •non as I’ve bought what I have to The shopping waa quickly con summated. She bought a cheap blouse, a pair of stockings, a change of lingerie, a nightgown, and some toilet articles. She ran for the bus and caught It Just as It was about to pull out. Mrs. Cogly was waving to her excitedly from one of the rear windows, but ahe had not been able to save a seat for her. Ruth had to sit beside a sour-faced little man, up near the front. It was mid-afternoon when Ruth was startled by a sudden energetic shake of her shoulders. She looked up and saw Mrs. Cogly gazing down at her, wild-eyed. "I told you wrong about that Girls’ League place,” she sputtered agitatedly. ”It ain't In Pittsburgh at all. It's In Cleveland I Get Off at the next stop. Get off right here where the bus is stopping You Mn catch one going to Cleveland—” The bus was rumbling to a pause before the station of a small, sleepy town. Ruth, dazed by the turn of events and Impelled by Mrs. Cogly’s hurricane determination, put on her hat, collected her parcels and obe diently got off the bus. “Can she catch a bus for Cle’.ws land here?” Mrs. Cogly was ex citedly asking the bus driver, the passengers and half/the Inhabitants of the village in which thsy hart paused. From several sides she was as sured that the Cleveland bus would "be along In a few minutes.” "Then sit here,” said Mrs. Cogly to Ruth, and pushed her down onto a bench Just outside the station door. "Keep your spirits up, dea rie, whatever comes! These little mistakes happen to everybody—” Mrs. Cogly, the arbiter of Ruth’s destiny, the unwitting changer of her life’s course, got back into the bus and was borne away. Ruth could see her waving and looking anxiously back until the big car turned a corner and disappeared from sight. It was not until then Ruth burst Into hysterical laughter. (To Be Continued) ri guess I should ve kept my mourn shut. My name’s Mrs. Til lie Cog ly—" she paused to introduce her self. “I'm always saying the wrong things to people, so you mustn’t mind me. Maybe ypu'll do fine in Iiuffalo.’’ Ruth smiled at her. "Thank you, Mrs. Cogly. My name’s Ituth Wood son. 1 think you did right to tell me your niece’s experience. Where is she now?" "Well,” replied Mrs. Cogly, “that’s the nice part of it. .She and this girl went on to Pitts burgh, it was. Hitch-hiking, you know, and lucky all the way. They got a place in Pittsburgh called the Girls’ Industrial l.enguc and they live there now. Or they did the last time I heurd, which was two or three months ago. This place is a big old residence that somebody donated to the welfare people. They take in girls that can’t afford to pay and provide work for them—something like those camps Mrs. ltoosevelt started, X guess. I recall my niece said they were all doing hooked rugs at the time, and getting paid for it. The welfare people sell the rugs, see. FUN FRIENDS HEALTH THROUGH ACTIVITIES Y.M.C.A. Hampson, Mintie & Abbott’s... Summer Furniture Sale t ENDS SATURDAY —P—i—i——i^— September 7th 6 p.m Buy Now Instead of Wishing You Had Later On ■n H amps on, Mintie & Abbott, Inc.