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AUG. 2?, 1935
Building of '''Barn Brings Banker Joy John Milholland Watches Work on Farm at Wadhams, X. Y. BY HELEN WORDEN Tim** Special Writer. YORK Aug 28 —John Mil holland, vice president of the Bank of Manhattan Company, is having the time of his life, building ~ big barn on his farm,” my mother ..rote from Wadhams, N. Y. Sh® was visiting Mr. Milholland’s moth er, Mrs. Jean Milholland, at Mea dowmount. "It is another world,” she said. ; 3, ‘The roads are full of women with bare legs, in gay beach robes, floppy hats, sandals and brilliant bathing suits.” The Adirondacks are thick with wild raspberries. Local children pick them by the bucketfuls and peddle them from door to door Like the wild strawberries of France, the lit tle raspberries have a very sweet, rich flavor. The milk is topped by cream an inch thick and there is plenty of maple sugar. It was a good sugar year. Ralph Waldo Emerson used to visit at Wadhams. Robert Louis Stevenson came to Saranac, and William James’ favorite hiunt was Keene Valley. Every Saturday the Wayman Ad ams have a Dicker Day fair on their grounds. Booths are set up lor different families. Each stand represents a household The local residents bring whatever they want to trade, sell or give away. The con tents of attics, old cupboards and an amazing assortment of white ele phants turn up. Recently a little boy brought a collection of coins which he traded lor an assortment of Mexican som breros. Mr. and Mrs. Adams spend their Winters in Mexico, near Cuernavaca. They are responsible for the little town of Wadhams going Mexican. Shop in Canada Wadhams is 200 miles from Mon treal. The homes of local residents are trimmed in gay English chintzes. The housewives do their shopping in Canada. V Far-away names bring picturesque touches to the little settlement near Wadhams. Peru is the name of the oldest village in the section. They say it was the first town to be set tled in upstate New York. Curiously, enough, there also is a Peru, Vt. Edward Bruce, the artirt, spends his summers in Peru, Vt. He is there now recovering from a nerv ous breakdown. Mr. Bruce w'as the man President Roosevelt appointed to head the silver board. Edward Bruce is a vivid person ality. He has been in turn a great football star, banker and artist. He and his wife traveled many years, going from the Orient to Italy. His paintii.gs show the influence of the Far East in their decorative quali ties. Artists Like Villages Artists are quick to spot rustic Villages. For a brief period they swarm with palettes and paints into the newly discovered country. The natives may grumble at the influx of the more scatter-brained artistic groups, but in the long-run the lo cality wins out. At least as far as Hfame is concerned. For there is sure to be someone in the crowd talented enough to paint pictures of the village that eventually land in permanent collections. Charles Hawthorne put Province town on the map. Winslow Homer was the first to discoverer South ampton and Childe Hassam was the pioneer artist of Old Lyme. Many fashionable persons since have made the quaint, white church-steepled Connecticut village, their summer home. Among them are Mr. and Mrs. Archibald Ken nedy Coles. High Bridge. N. J.. also is a fa vorite haunt of artists, writers and musicians. "It’s running in com petition to Westport,” George Bye says. The section of Jersey the artists have picked is wild. Unlike the ma jority of art colonies, the bunch at High Bridge prefer to be unnoticed. They are snarks who draw in their shells and lock doors. Theirs is the temperament of a Whistler or Winslow Homer. They discourage visitors. Visits in City Miss Nancy Volk. Miami, will be at horrte to friends tonight at 2206 N. Illinois-st. Miss Volk will go to Chicago Friday and will fly to Miami Sunday. She formerly was of Indianapolis and member of the Indianapolis Business and Profes sional Women's Club. Price Sale on V 2 PERMANENTS Avocado Oil . CROQUIGNO'.E $ 1 WAVE # Smartly Tailored Ton pay just one-half the** regular Price* that are listed. I O C Finger Ware OP | I faJC Completely Itried fajC | Me—Shampeo and Set 55c Hollywood I Kimoni Alvetta ••ruah-up” I Par i Vlf Marie War# Ware “Puth-up" $2.00 $3.00 $6.50 1 STANDARD .95 WAVE No Limit to the Number ol Curl. Ms* permanent system - OPEN ETEBV \ tvivr. ESSUN-TANS CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE NIGHT came suddenly in the forest, dropping like a curtain before Jo’s frightened eyes. Her first impulse—one she recognized dimly as wrong yet could not resist —was to rush in blindly, wherever her legs would take her. In her swift panic she clung to I the hope that by sheer good fortune i she might stumble again into the dust of the road. But in the blackness she kept brushing against the rough, unyield ing tree trunks, and lowhanging boughs struck her with a force that seemed moving and human. Even in the little clearings she sank al most waist-deep in the underbrush, as confusing and clutching as quick sands. At length she drew herself up on t the hard surface of a fallen tree, i rested there, breathless. “I must ; stay right here now,” she told her ; self. “I must stay right here until morning when I can see." She add ; ed, half-aloud in the lone darkness, “In the morning I’ll be able to get out.” But as she clur.g there she kept remembering snatches of stories she had heard —of men lost for days | almost w ithin calling distance of ! help, unable to find their bearings. And of what w as in the woods, what dangerous animal enemies, Jo could only guess. The clearing around Crest Lake Inn had been friendly, but she knew that beyond it Todd Barston and 1 Douglas Marsh and their hunting companions had reported bear and an occasional wildcat. It was hardly comforting to as sure herself that the airport could 1 not be far away, that the road must be nearer still. Not knowing their direction, she might as well have been hundreds of miles from them— and she realized that in her flight and her subsequent efforts to locate the road she might have penetrated more deeply into the woods than she'd thought. Though the air was warm, she couldn't have slept even if she had been able to accept the bark of the fallen tree as a bed. The mysteri ous night sounds were too frighten ing. She had always imagined the forest as quiet, but now it was filled with nameless sounds. a a a HOW long Jo clung to the broken tree, lying almost prone as though it were a rock jutting up from a tossing sea, she never knew. But as iong as she lived she would not forget the gleam of light which she saw beyond the dark outlines of the trees. At first it flickered weakly, then kept up its intermittent flashes even when it grew in intensity. With a joyful start, she recognized the light as from a moving car. Coming down the distance beyond the thick wood, it seemed to flicker as it passed be hind the trees. Jo leaped from her haven and into the yielding underbrush. But there was no panic in her heart now, for the lights of the car told her the direction of the road—told her, too, that the road was not far. It was difficult going, but she knew she had a chance to reach the high way before the car came abreast of her. Suddenly she stopped. It might be Bret Paul, returning to find her! Suppose he had gone to the Inn and then, when she did not appear, started in search of her? Her fright in the woods had not weak ened Jo's resolve never to face him again. Nevertheles she must use the bea con which the lights of this car furnished. Once those lights were gone she might get to her feet after a sudden fall without the least idea as to the direction she should take. Resolutely she hurried on as best she could over fallen trees, through underbrush, dodging beneath low hanging boughs when she had the good fortune to see them in time. The lights of the car were much closer now and she could hear the drone of the motor faintly. Should she hail the car on the chance that it wouldn't be driven by Bret Paul —or should she stand in the shad ows and let it pass after it had lighted her way to the road? It was a long way to Crest Lake Inn: and the little airport station would be locked now, for there were no plane arrivals until morning. But when she reached the road and heard the motor more clearly she knew that it could not be the small car which Bret had parked by the airport station. This, obvi ously. was a large and powerful model. Even its rushing speed showed that it had been built to disregard the none too easy road bed. Jo stepped for a moment into the long beam of the headlights, heard the motor lessen its roar, caught the sound of brakes. Soon the big. gleaming sedan halted be side her and the dust of the road drifted over it like a cloud. a a a ONE of the front glasses slid down and in the light from the instrument board Jo saw the ques tioning face of Babs Montgomery. “What's wrong—why, Jo Darien!” She opened the car door and stepped quickly to the road. “Jo. what in the world are you doing out here like this?” “I—l got lost in the woods,” Jo explained sheepishly. “But I thought you were in Hol lywood!” “I came on the evening plane, and I—l started to take a short cut to the inn. If you’re going back that way, I’d certainly appreciate a lift,” Jo told her wearily. “I'm pretty much ... all in.” Babs seemed to hesitate a mo ment ar.d Jo wondered if the Mont gomery girl still hated her so much that she'd refuse. Then Babs said, “The truth is. I'd planned to get out of Crest Lake Inn as quickly as I could. But it wont take me 20 minutes to get you there. Come along.” As Jo climbed into the car she saw Babs’ smart luggage piled high over the back seat and she won I* A Focrt-imcvd^ I worth remembering! yA For hot, tired, aching, burn ing feet, • light application of Catlmra Ointment, gen tly rubbed in, after bathing the feet in • suds of warm water and Catienra Soap, relieves the tiredfthuscles, soothes the skin and gives comfort and rest. dered why Babs was leaving in such a rush at this time of night. When Babs had swung the car around and headed back toward Crest Lake Inn. Jo asked. "Are your mother and father still at the inn?” Babs shook her head. “They left two weeks ago.” she said. She was silent then, and Jo didn’t press her further. But suddenly Babs startled Jo by saying sudden ly. “I suppose I might as well tell you the whole story.” “I didn’t mean to be curious,” Jo said. “It's none of my affair, is it?” ‘Possibly it is, Jo. I'm not going to marry Douglas Marsh.’ Jo flushed. “What's that to do with me?” “Only this. He’s in love with you.” There was no bitterness in Babs’ voice. It was a simple state ment of fact. “I—l'm afraid I don’t under stand,” Jo said slowly. “Neither did I,” smiled Babs. "And I think he didn't understand, either, for a long time. Perhaps he isn't wise to himself even yet. But I know what's wrong with him. I could see it from the moment you lit out with Peter Fragonet.” "But—"out that's so foolish, Babs. There's been nothing between us, and ” Babs faced Jo sharply, then re turned her attention to the road. “Don't you be an idiot, too. I re membv'r how you used to look at him. You two hit it off right from the first. I don’t know what ex cuse you gave to yourself, but I think the real reason you went away with Fragonet was because you believed I was going to marry Douglas Marsh.” “That's, that’s not true,” Jo blazed. “I had to leave. He fired me, so why should I stay around Crest Lake?” “No reason why you should stay around Crest Lake, perhaps. But you didn’t have to turn to Frago net. That was the give-away, Jo. When I figured that out, and watched how Doug changed, I had the whole story.” She paused, then: "And Doug didn't really fire you, Jo. I—l had something to do with that. And Mrs. Marsh. They had a little quarrel after you left, and Doug sent her on a trip around the world.” a a a FOR several minutes Jo could think of no adequate reply, no relevant comment. Her thoughts were in a whirl that would not set tle into a single, sane meaning. Finally she faltered, “It’s mighty decent of you to—to tell me all this, Babs. Even if you’re wrong about Douglas Marsh’s feeling toward me.” “I'm not wrong about him,” Babs retorted. “And there’s nothing par ticularly decent about my telling you this. I'm no martyred heroine. I’m just a spoiled brat, and I sup pose I’ll always be. I wasn’t even in love with Doug—not enough to marry him. It was mostly his mother's idea, and my mother’s, too. They seemed to think it wou’d be a good idea for the Marsh outfit and the Montgomerys to get together. I thought it was a good idea, too . . . for a while.” “Have you told Douglas Marsh?” Babs nodded. “I told him this morning. He pretended to be hit? hard, and he argued a long time. Doug’s a good sport and he’d have gen 3 through with it. But I could see his heart wasn’t in the argu ment.” “Eut—but I still think you’re wrong, Eabs. And what if I—” “What if you don't love him? Listen. Jo—l’ve never seen a couple Stones in I TAMPS f By IS. Khdn I Messcnscr/tuc TO symbolize the speed with which mail is carried, many na tions have adopted that rascally messenger of the gods, Hermes, for some of their stamps. Greece par ticularly has drawn upon this fleet son of Zeus and Maia for its stamps, one of which is shown here, for he came of Greek mythology. The Romans knew him as Mercury. Besides acting as herald to the | gods, however, Hermes was promi nent as giver of increase to herds and as guardian of boundaries and of roads and their commerce. He ’ was god of science and invention, of cunning, trickery and theft, of luck and riches, youth and athletics, and he even became conductor of the dead to Hades. On many of the stamps he is represented with his winged cap aud ankles, and : carrying a cadu jjj |f ! ceus, a wand or 11$ [ul < staff of his office |i ’dN jHjb as a herald. Two IS. | wings top the hTh j staff and two ; serpents are j ; coiled about it. y (Copyright. 1935 XEA Service. Inc.) Miss Jeannette Kessinger will en tertain Lamba Chapter, Omega Nu Tau Sorority Friday night. Mrs. Miles Shipp, formerly Miss Doris Hartley, will be honored at a shower. ASTHMA SUFFERERS: See Your Druggist At Once! IVm't spend another night suffering the tortures of asthma or bronchial cough' Go to your druggist at once and get a bottle of NALOR KAPS. This wonderful formula has brought quick and splendid results to thousands upon thousands oi sufferers. NACOR KAPS contain r.o harmful drugs or opiates. No matter how long your ailment has persisted. NACOR KAPS should brine you re'-ef and comfort. N'acoc Medicine Cos.. Indianapolis. Ind.—Adv. r 1 n 1 FOR AIL PURPOSES THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES more naturally cut out for each other than you two. Remember that night at the Olympic Bowl, the first night you were together? I watched you, and I knew it then. You knew it, too, even if you wouldn't admit it!” Suddenly the clearing of Crest Lake Inn loomed in the headlights, and Babs swung sharply into the roadway. “Do you mind hopping out here, Jo? I don't want to ap pear on the scene again—and I'm driving clear through to the city tonight.” a a a JO gripped Babe's gloved fingers, and the two exchanged a swift understanding glance. Then, while Jo stood watching, the big sedan circled over the grass and dived recklessly down the road again. Until she started toward the inn, Jo did not realize how utterly spent she was. She had forgotten, too, that her appearance was nothing if not startling. Her hat was gone and her gold hair was wind-blown. Across one cheek was a cruel red mark, and her coat was ripped in a dozen places. It was when she entered the de serted lobby of the inn that she realized her state, for Peyton, rousing from his doze behind the desk, turned slightly pale. “Miss Darien! What —what —” Words failed him altogether, and he rushed from behind the desk as if to prevent Jo from collapsing there in the lobby. But Jo managed a smile, assuring him that except for a few minor injuries to skin and clothes, and a consuming weariness she was all right. “I'd like a room, Mr. Peyton, and —and I’ll explain everything in the morning.” Although he was obviously burst ing with questions, Peyton nodded and rang for one of the house boys. “I’ll give you our old room, Miss Darien.” When the door had closed behind her Jo tossed herself, fully clothed, upon the bed. She did not move from a deep, dreamless sleep until the room was warm with mid morning sun. SHE might have slept even be yond that hour had not Peyton telephoned to inquire in a worried voice if she was quite all right. “I’m having them hold some breakfast for you,” he explained. “You see, Mr. Marsh ordered the place closed for the season and we’re short-handed. But I can bring the tray up myself, if you like.” “I’ll be dowm in a half an hour, thanks,” Jo told him. “Have all the guests gone? I didn’t Imagine Mr. Marsh would be closing the inn so early.” “It was rather sudden,” confessed Peyton. Then, in answer to her question, “They’ve all gone except Mr. Barston. His new contract with the air line doesn’t begin until next week, so he said he might as well stay on. I took the liberty of tell ing him you're here, and he’s wait ing on the veranda, I think.” “Oh . thank you,” Jo said dubiously, not sure she wanted to see the insistent Todd BarnstOn aft er the swift chain of events she’d experienced in the past few days. Her first thought was for a show er, and in the long mirror of the bathroom she discovered that her injuries were somewhat more ap parent than real. She felt as fit as usual, but her legs and arms were dotted with black-and-blue marks and scratches. “I’d better not wear short sleeves today,” she thought— and then recalled with chagrin that she had neither a short-sleeved frock nor one with long sleeves. Her luggage was presumably at the air port where she had dropped it, and even her bag with handkerchiefs and compact was somewhere along the road. Then she had a sudden thought. This was her old room, and per haps— It was improbable, but worth in vestigating. Almost holding her breath, she wrapped a towel around her and went to the closet. There, just where she had left them, were the clothes she had purchased at Lytsen’s for her job as hostess at Crest Lake Inn! “I suppose I shouldn’t,” Jo told herself, “but—l'm going to!” Hur riedly she selected a complete change from stockings to sports jacket. Minus her compact, she had to omit powder and rouge, but she thanked her stars for a good com plexion and a healthy circulation. 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