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a By Temple BAILEY PKNN PUBLISHING CO. WNU SERVICE THE STORY CHAPTER I—Young, pretty Jane Barnes, who lived with her brother. Baldwin, in Sherwood Park, near Washington, was not particularly impressed when she read that rich, attractive Edith Towne had been left at the altar by Delafield Simms, wealthy New Yorker. However, she still mused over it when she met Evans Follette, a young neighbor, whom the war had left completely discouraged and despondent. Evans had always loved Jane. CHAPTER II—That morning Baldwin Barnes, on his way to work in Washing ton, offered assistance to a tall, lovely girl In distress. Later he found a bag she had left in the car. containing a diamond ring on which was inscribed “Del to Edith—Forever.’* He knew then that his passenger had been Edith Towne. Al ready he was half way in love with her. That night he discussed the matter with Jane, and they called her uncle, worldly, sophisticated Frederick Towne. He visited them at their home, delighted with Jane’s simplicity. He told them Edith's story, and they filled in the missing lines. CHAPTER III—Because her uncle de sired it, Edith Towne had accepted Dela field Simms, whom she liked but did not love. That did not prevent her from be coming furious when he failed to show up for the wedding. She disappeared im mediately after the wedding was to have taken place. Hearing the story. Baldy and Jane sympathized with Edith, not with her uncle. The next day Jane received a basket of fruit from Towne, asking if he might call again. CHAPTER IV—Mrs. Follette, widowed mother of Evans, was a woman of in domitable courage. Impoverished, she nev ertheless managed to keep Evans and herself in comparative comfort by running dairy farm. Evans, mentally depressed and disillusioned, had little self reliance and looked to his mother and Jane for giidance. After returning from the Fol tte’a next day, Baldy is called to the phone by Edith Towne, in answer to an ad. she asked him to bring her pocketbook. She is staying with an old employee at a hotel some miles away. CHAPTER V—Jane calls on Frederick Towne in his elaborate office. After she leaves to go shopping, he gives Lucy, his stenographer, a letter to Delafield Simms, in which he severely criticizes him. Un known to him, Lucy and Simms are in love with each other. Jane returns, and he takes her home in his limousine. She In troduces him to Evans, who, knowing that he is far from his former companionable self, is jealous of Towne. CHAPTER VI—Baldy goes to meet Edith Towne at her hiding place. He convinces her that she should return home and face her friends. She is interested in Baldy, especially when he tells her of his attempts to paint. Later they eat in a restaurant, where Edith sees several friends. She knows they will see to it that the news is spread. (Now go on with the story.) "This is Miss Barnes, Adelaide. I think you met her brother today at luncheon. Edith telephoned that you and Eloise had found her.” “That’s what 1 came about, to warn you. Eloise has the reporters on her trail. She’ll be over in a minute. But the harm will be done, I am afraid, before you can stop her.” “Oh, I’m resigned. Edith’s com ing back tonight. Miss Barnes’ brother is bringing her.” “Really?” Adelaide Laramore was appraising Jane. A shabby child. From the threshold she had had a moment of jealousy. But the moment was past. Frederick was extremely fastidious. He adored beauty and this Barnes child was not beautiful. Jane was unfastening the ear rings. “Aren’t they heavenly, Mrs. Laramore?” “The sapphires?” Mrs. Laramore sat down on the couch. Her evening wrap slipped back, showing her white neck. Her fair hair was swept up from her forehead. She had a long face, with pink cheeks and pen cilled eyebrows. She was like a por trait on porcelain, and she knew it, and emphasized the effect. “The sapphires? Yes. They’re the choice of the lot.” She went on to speak of Eloise. “She is simply hopeless. She has told the most hectic tales and all the papers have sent men out to the Inn.” “Well, they escaped. They started early and have been hung up at Al exandria.” “Eloise and Benny and the Cap tain dined with me. She was still telephoning when I left. I told her that I did not sanction it, and that I should come straight over and tell you. But she laughed and said she didn’t care. That she thought it was great fun and that you were a good sport.” “I shan’t see her,” shortly “she ought to know better. Setting re porters on Edith like a pack of wolves.” “I told her how you would feel,” Adelaide reiterated. “I should see her if I were you, Mr. Towne,” said a crisp, young voice. Adelaide turned with a gasp. With her slippered feet crossed in front of her, Jane looked like a child. For the first time Mrs. Laramore got a good view of those candid gray eyes. They had a queer effect on her. Eyes like that were most uncom mon. Fearless. The girl was not afraid of Frederick. She was not afraid of anyone. “Why should I see her?” Freder ick demanded. “Won’t it just add to her sense of melodrama if you don’t? And why should you care? Your niece is coming home. And that’s the end of it.” “You mean,” Frederick demand ed, “that I am to carry it off with an air?” Jane nodded. “Make comedy of it instead of tragedy.” Adelaide slipping out of her wrap was revealed as elegant and distin guished in silver and black. “May I have a cigarette, Ricky, to settle my nerves? Eloise is tremen dously upsetting.” Adelaide was plaintive. Jane watched her with lively curi osity. The women sne knew aia not smoke. Baldy’s flappers did, but they were abnormal and of a new generation. Mrs. Laramore was old enough to be Jane’s mother, and Jane had a feeling that moth ers shouldn’t smoke But none the less, Adelaide Lara more and her exotic ways were amusing. She had a brittle and arti ficial look, like the Manchu lady in the Museum, or something in wax. Jane was brought back from her meditation by the riotous entrance of Eloise and the two men. “I knew Adelaide was telling tales.” “I told you I was coming, Eloise.” Eloise stared at Jane when Fred erick presented her. “You look like your brother. Twins?” “No.” Jane decided that she liked Miss Harper better than she did Mrs. Laramore—which wasn’t say ing-much “The reporters are on their way to Alexandria—full cry.” Eloise all in emerald green, with her red hair in a classic coiffure, was like some radiant witch, exultant of evil. “You mustn’t scold me, Frederick. It was terribly exciting to tell them, and I adore excitement.” “They aren’t there.” “Where are they?” Frederick chanted composedly, “We three know but we will never tell ...” “Adelaide will, when I get her alone.” “I will not.” “Then Miss Barnes will. Do you know how young you look, Miss Barnes? I feel as if you’d tell me anything for a stick of candy.” They roared at that. And Jane said, “Nobody ever made me do anything I didn’t want to do.” And now Benny and the Captain looked at her, and looked again. What a voice the child had, and eyes! A Jane sat very still at her desk. Eloise, on the couch, hugged her knees and surveyed her gold slip pers. “They are putting my pic ture in the paper and Adelaide’s. They saw one on my desk—” Mrs. Laramore cried out, “Ben ny, why did you let her do it?” and there was a great uproar—in which Eloise could be heard saying: “And they are going to have a picture of the Inn, and one of your brother if they can get it, Miss Barnes.” Jane began to feel uncomforta ble. She was, she told herself, as much out of place as a pussy-cat in a Zoo. These women and these men reminded her somehow of the great sleek animals who snarled at each other in the Rock Creek cages. Frederick did not snarl. But she had a feeling he might if Eloise kept at him much longer. It was in the midst of the hubbub that Edith entered. She walked in among them as composedly as she had faced them at the Inn. “Hello,” she said, “you sound like a jazz band.” She went straight up to Frederick and kissed him. “I suppose Eloise is shouting the news to the world.” She tucked her hand in his arm. “There are more than a million reporters outside. Mr. Barnes is keeping them at bay.” “Where did they find you?” “Heard of us, I suppose, at the Alexandria hotel. We didn’t realize it until we reached here, and then they piled out and began to ask questions.” Frederick lifted her hand from his arm. “I’ll go and send them away.” Eloise jumped up. “I’ll go with you.” And then Frederick snarled, “Stay here.” But neither of them went, for Baldy entered, head cocked, eyes alight—Jane knew the signs. “They’ve gone,” he said. “I told you I’d get rid of them, Miss Towne.” He nodded to them all. Absolute ly at his ease, lifted above them all by the exaltation of his mood. Finer, Jane told herself, than any of them —his beautiful youth against their world-weariness. Edith was smiling at Jane. “I knew you at once. You are like your brother.” They were alike. A striking pair as they stood together. “It is be cause of Mr. Barnes and his sister that we got in touch with Edith,” Frederick explained. He had re gained his genial manner. “Oh, really.” Adelaide knew that she and her friends ought to go at once. Edith looked tired, and Eloise at moments like this was impossi ble. But she hated to leave anyone else in the field. “Can’t I give you a lift?” she asked Jane, stveetly, “you and your brother.” But it was Frederick who an swered. “Miss Barnes lives at Sher wood Park. Briggs will take her out.” So Adelaide went away, and Elo ise and the two men, and Edith turned to her uncle and said, “I’m sorry. __ _______ __ Her face was white and her eyes were shining, and all of a sudden she reached up her arms and put them about his neck and sobbed as if her heart would break. And then, and not until then, little Jane knew that Edith was not like one of the animals at the Zoo. In Jane’s next letter to Judy she told her how the evening with the Townes had ended. And that she had invited the Townes and Fol lettes for tea the next afternoon. When she had written the last line, Jane sat very still at her desk. She was thinking of Evans. She hadn’t seen him for three days. Not since the Sunday night she had gone to the Townes. That night in the fog had impressed her strangely. She had felt for Evans something that had nothing to do with admiration for him nor respect nor charm. His weakness had drawn her to him, as a mother might be drawn to a child. His struggle was, she felt, some thing which she must share. Not as his wife! No That kind of love was different. If only he would let her be his little sister, Jane. He had not even called her up. When she had invited him and his mother to tea with the Townes, Mrs. Follette had answered, and had ac cepted for both of them. Evans, she said, was in Washington, and would be out on the late train. When he arrived ahead of the oth ers on the afternoon of her tea, Jane said, “Where have you been? Do you know it has been four days since we’ve seen each other?’’ “Weren’t you glad to get rid of me? I’ve thought of you every min ute.” He dropped into a seat beside her. She was gazing at him with lively curiosity. “How nice you look.” “New suit. Like it?” “Yes. And you act as if some body had left you a million dol lars.” “Wish he had. I bought this outfit with a first edition ‘Alice in Wonder land,’ he laughed and explained. “I’ve been getting rid of some of our rare books. I feel plutocratic in consequence. Five hundred dol lars, if you please, for that old Ho garth, with the scathing Ruskin in scription. And I’m going to open an office, Jane.’’ "In Washington?” “On Connecticut Avenue. Same building, same room, where I start ed.” “Evans, how splendid!” "Yes. You did it, Jane.** "I? How?” "The night of the fog. I never realized before what a walking-stick I’ve been—leaning on you. Hence forth you’re the Lady of the Lantern. It won’t be so fatiguing.” He was smiling at her, and she smiled back. Yet quite strangely and inconsistently, she felt as if in changing his attitude towards her, he had robbed her of some privilege. "I didn’t mind being a walking stick.” "Well, I minded. After this I’ll walk alone. And I’m going to work hard, and play around a bit. Will you have tea with me tomorrow, Jane? At the Willard? To celebrate my first tottering steps.” She agreed, eagerly. “It will be like old times.” "Minus a lot, old lady.” That was the w*ay he had talked to her years ago. The plaintive note was gone. “Take the three-thirty train and I’ll meet you. I’ll pay for the taxi with what’s left of ‘Alice.’ "Don’t be too extravagant.” "Nothing is too good for you, Jane. I can’t say it as I want to say it, but you’ll never know what you seemed to me on Sunday as you came through the mist.” His voice shook a little, but he recovered himself in a moment. "Here come the Townes.” He rose as Edith entered with young Bald win. After that Evans followed Baldy’s lead as a dispenser of hospitality. The two of them passed cups, passed thin bread and butter, passed little cakes, passed lemon and cream and sugar, flung conversational balls as light as feathers into the air, were, as Baldy would have expressed it, "the life of the party.” "Something must have gone to Casabianca’s head,” Frederick Towne remarked to Jane. "Have you ever seen him like this?” "Years ago. He was tremendous ly attractive.” "Do you find him attractive now?” with a touch of annoyance. “I find him—wonderful”—her tone was defiant—“and I’ve known him all my life. "If you had known me all your life would you call me wonderful?’ She looked at him from behind her battlements of silver. “How do I know? People have to prove them selves.” Dr. Hallam had driven Mrs. Fol lette over. He rarely did social stunts, but he liked Jane. And he had been interested enough in Ev ans to want to glimpse him in his new role. Strolling up to the tea-table, he was aware at once of a situation which might make for comedy, or indeed for tragedy. It was evident that Towne was much attracted to little Jane Barnes. If Jane recipro cated, what of young Follette? "I saw Mrs. Laramore yester day,” he said, abruptly, “lovely as ever—” “Yes, of course.” Towne wished that Hallam wouldn’t talk about Ad elaide. He wished that all of the others would go away and leave him alone with Jane. "Mrs. Laramore,” said Jane un expectedly, "makes me think of the lady of Shallott. I don’t know why. But I do. I have really never seen such a beautiful woman. But she doesn’t seem real. I have a feeling that if anything hit her, she’d break like china.” They laughed at her, and Edith said, "Adelaide will never break. She’ll melt. She’s as soft as wax.” Then pigeonholing Mrs. Laramore for more vital matters. "Uncle Fred, I am going out to Baldy’s studio he’s painting Jane.” Frederick was at once interested. "Her portrait?” "No. A sketch for a magazine competition,” Baldy explained. "May I see it?” Baldy, yearning for solitude and Edith, gave reluctant consent. "Come on, everybody.” So everybody, including Dr. Hal lam and Mrs. Follette, made their way to the garage. Edith and young Baldwin arrived first. "And this is where you work,” she said, softly. "Yes. Look here, will you sit here so that I can feast my eyes on you? I’ve dreamed of you in that chair— in classic costume. Do you know that you were made for a goddess?” "I know that you are a romantic boy.” "How old are you?” she asked him. "Twenty-five.” “I don’t believe it. I’m twenty two, and I feel a thousand years older than you.” “You will always be—ageless.” She laughed. “How old is Jane?” "Twenty. Yet people take us for twins.” "She doesn’t look it and neither do you.” The others came in and Edith went back to her thoughts. He wasn’t too young. She was glad of that The sketch of Jane was on an eas el. There she stood, a slender figure in her lilac frock—bobbed black hair, lighted-up eyes—the lifted bas ket with its burden of gold and pur ple and green! Towne stood back and looked at it. Jane at his side said, “That’s some of the fruit you sent.” "Really?” Frederick had no eyes for anything but Jane, in her lilac frock. Jove, but the boy had caught the spirit of her! He turned to Baldy. “It is most unusual. And I want it.” "Sorry," said Baldy, crisply. "I am sending it off tomorrow.” "How much is the prize?” “Two thousand dollars.” "I will write a check for that amount if you will let me have this.” "I am afraid I can’t, Mr. Towne.” "Why not?” "Well, I feel this way about it. It isn’t worth two thousand dollars. But if I win the prize it may be worth that to the magazine—the ad vertising and all that.” "Isn’t that splitting hairs?” "Perhaps, but it’s the way I feel.** "But if you don’t win the prize you won’t have anything.” "No.” "And you’ll be out two thousand dollars.” The lion in the Zoo was snarling. And above him, breathing an up per air, was this young eagle. "I’ll be glad to give the sketch to you if it comes back,” said Baldy, coolly, "but I rather think it will stick.” It was, in a way, a dreadful mo ment for Towne. There was young Baldwin sitting on the edge of the table, swinging a leg, debonair, de fiant. And Edith laughing in her sleeve. Frederick knew that she was laughing. He was as red as a turkey cock. It was Jane who saved him from apoplexy. She was really inordi nately proud of Baldy, but she knew the dangers of his mood. And she had her duties as hostess. "Baldy wants to see himself on the news stands,” she said, sooth ingly “don’t deprive him of that pleasure, Mr. Towne.” "Nothing of the kind, Jane,” ex claimed her brother. "Baldy, I won’t quarrel with you before people. We must reserve that pleasure until we are alone.” "I’m not quarrelling.” Jane held up a protesting hand. "Oh, let’s run away from him, Mr. Towne. When he begins like that, there’s no end to it.” She carried Frederick back to the house, and Evans, looking after them, said vindictively to Hallam, "Old Midas got his that time.” Dr. Hallam chuckled. “You don’t hate him, do you? Evans, don’t let him have Jane. He isn’t worth it.” "Neither am I,” said Evans. "But I would know better how to make her happy.” Back once more in the bright little living-room, Towne said to Jane, "May I have another cup of tea?” "It’s cold.” "I don’t care. I like to see you pour it with your lovely hands.” She spread her hands out on the shining mahogany of the tea-table. "Are they lovely? Nobody ever told me.” His hand went over hers. “The loveliest in the world.” She sat there in a moment’s breathless silence. Then she drew her hands away. Touched a little bell. “I’ll have Sophy bring us some hot water.” Sophy. came and went. Jane poured hot tea with flushed cheeks. He took the cup when she handed it to him. "Dear child, you’re not offended?” “I’m not a child, Mr. Towne.” Her lashes were lowered, her cheeks flushed. He put his cup down and leaned towards her. “You are more than a child to me—a beloved woman. Jane, you needn’t be afraid of me ... I want you for my wife!” Her astonished eyes met his. “But we haven’t known each other a week.” “I couldn’t love you more if I had known you a thousand years.” “Mr. Towne—please.” He was very close to her. “Kiss me, Jane.” She held her slender figure away from him. “You must not.” "I must.” "No, really Please,” she was breathing quickly. “Please.” She was on her feet, the tea-table between them. He saw his mistake. “Forgive me.” Her candid eyes met his. “Mr. Towne, would you have acted like this with Edith’s friends?” Edith’s friends! The child’s inno cence! Adelaide’s kisses went for a song. Eloise frankly offered hers. Edith was saved by only some in ner grace. “Jane, they are not worth your little 1 ent abov£ alt Oh a pedestal. Honestly. And I want you to marry me.” “But I don’t love you.” "DI make you. I have everything to give you.” Had he? What of Robin Hood and Galahad? What of youth and youth’s audacity, high resolves, flaming dreams? She felt something of this sub consciously. But she would not have been a feminine creature had she not felt the flattery of his pursuit. "Jane, I’ll make life a fairy tale. W’e’ll travel everywhere. Sail strange seas. Wouldn't you love it —all those countries you have never seen—and just the two of us? And all the places you have read about? And when we come home I’ll build you a house—wherever you say— with a great garden.” He was eloquent, and the things he promised were woven into the woof of all her girlish imaginings. “I ought not to listen,” she said, tremulously. But he knew that she had listened. He was wise enough to leave it— there. He rose as he heard the others coming back. “Will you ride with me tomorrow afternoon? Don’t be afraid of me. I’ll promise to be good.” “Sorry. I’m to have tea in town with Evans.” "Can’t you break the engage ment?” "I don’t break engagements.” The cock of her head was like Baldy’s. (To be Continued) News Notes From Four Counties (Continued from page 3) niture repairs. Food supplies and cooking utensils also were carried for emergency use. Leaving El Paso in December Thomas camped out when he could not find shelter and any repair work along the way to pay his expenses. Two dogs accompanied him on the trip. He wore out one set of iron cart wheels and several pairs of shoes. A repair and filing shop is to be opened in Ada as soon as arrange ments can be made. PUTNAM COUNTY Nominate Columbus Grove Postmaster President Roosevelt has nominated Chas. McCrate as postmaster of Co lumbus Grove. The nomination was sent to the Senate Thursday for ratification. $36,000 For Relief Putnam county commissioners be lieve they have solved the relief sit uation with the appropriatioh of $36,000 to provide direct aid for the ensuing 18 months. Auditor Carl D. Frick reported $10,007 in the relief fund July 1. This will be used for matching funds from the state. The commissioners also anticipate collection of about $700 monthly in beer, malt and ad mission tax money, and they appro priated 25 per cent of the automo bile license money which will be re Whether you please your THIS e allow copies o ceived from July 1, 1939, to April 15, 1941. Mrs. Bonnie Coms, welfare case supervisor, was appointed county re lief director. Fix Land Value For Playground The Blanchard township board of education will pay Mrs. Matilda Ag ner, aged Gilboa woman, $1,800 for her property following a common pleas jury mandate issued Saturday noon following an hour’s deliberation. The jury, comprised of six men and six women, heard testimony which occupied more than a day. Nine members of the jury signed the verdict fixing $1,800 as value of the property which the Blanchard township board proposed to purchase and convert into a playground. The land on which is situated Mrs. Agner’s small cottage, also con tained several fruit trees. It is situ ated immediately back of the old Gilboa grade school building to which a new addition for high school facili ties is being added. Testimony revealed that in course of preliminary dealings between the board and Mrs. Agner, she was of fered $1,350 by the board and asked $2,400. The property was listed for taxation purposes at $720. Values placed on the property by real estate men who took the stand as “expert witnesses” ranged from $1,200 to $2,000. Selhorst Estate Value Listed Estate of John Selhorst, a form er Pleasant township resident was appraised at $10,108, according to an inventory filed in probate court. Personal property was valued at $1,408 a 20-acre farm, at $1,200 and an 80-acre farm at $7,500, both in Pleasant township. Appraisers were Charles McDowell ,Ed McCrate and D. M. Allen. Baugh Estate Is Appraised The estate of Johanna Baugh, a former Ft. Jennings resident, was appraised at $9,870, according to an inventory filed in probate court. Personal property w’as listed at $805 notes, bonds and other securi ties, at $4,375 and real estate includ ing 48.02 acres in Jennings town ship and other property described as outlot one, in Ft. Jennings, were ap praised at $4,600. Local and Long Distance Hauling Every Load Insured STAGER BROS. 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