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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
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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
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Catlmra Ointment, gen
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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
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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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Margaret Wilson
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in Church Rite
A reception this afternoon and
tonight was to follow the marriage
of Miss Margaret Wilson, daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. Charles E. Wilson,
and Hal G. Chamberlain, son of
Mrs. Edna Chamberlain. Manhat
tan Beach. Cal., which took place
this morning in SS. Peter and Paul
Cathedral. After the wedding the
bridal party went to Hollyhock Hill
for breakfast.
The bride's princess style gown was
of white satin and lace, trimmed
with seed pearls, and her tulle
veil was held in place by a wreath
of orange blossoms. Her bouquet
was of white roses and baby breath.
Miss Ellen Walsh, maid of honor,
wore a period gown of violet taffeta
with matching hat and carried a
Colonial bouquet of garden flowers,
and Miss Mary Elizabeth Reeves,
bridesmaid, wore a similar gown of
green taffeta with matching hat
and garden flowers.
Vincent Sherlock, Buffalo, N. Y„
was best man and John Riddle and
Joseph Sprinz, St. Louis, were ush
ers.
Mrs. William Burwell, Terre
Haute, was an out-of-town guest.
Mrs. Edna Severin, Golden Hill,
and her sons, Henry and Theodore,
sailed recently for Sweden. An
other son, Rudolph, was in New
York to see the group sail.
The Rev. and Mrs. George S.
Southworth returned Saturday from
Deer Isle, Me.
Philip Davis Jr. is visiting Mr.
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Miami Beach, Fla.
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South. After Sept. 7, they will be at
home at 3603 Washington-blvd.
Mrs. King attended De Pauw Uni
versity and was graduated from
Butler Teachers College and is an
Indianapolis Free Kindergarten
teacher. Mr. King is a graduate of
Cutler University and member of
Phi Delta Theta Fraternity.
Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Westfall. Miss
Irene Westfall and Russell West-
Daily Recipe
SOUTHERN CORN'
1 can corn
2 egr/s
2 tablespoons melted
butter
1 medium sized green
pepper
1 teaspoon salt
1-8 teaspoon pepper
Chop pepper, mix ingredi
ents m order given. Pour into
buttered baking dish and
bake slowly until firm. Fresh
corn cut from the cob may be
used in the same manner.
fall have left on a motor trip to the
South. They will visit Mr. and Mrs.
Shop and Save at
Back-to-
J School!
HERES YOUR "BUY”
Novelty Blanket
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• Weight—l * 4 Lbs.
Colorful Indian Designs
Ideal for the college student’s couch, for picnicking,
camping or for motor. Firmly woven, extra smart,
in predominating colors . . . blue, tan or green.
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F. E. Hartis. Durham, N. C. and
Mrs. Addie Howie. Greensboro, N. C.