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Sinclair Service Station Corner College Ave. and Main St. Rolland Koontz «ft©ft ft©ft©.ft©ft©.ft© a©' GWEN BRISTOW SYNOPSIS CHAPTER I: Spratt Herlong was a major producer of motion pictures. He called Elizabeth, his wife, to join him at lunch. Elizabeth knew that something was not going right at the studio and that her husband desired her presence, more to talk to her than to receive any real assistance. CHAPTER II: At the start of World War I. Elizabeth had married. Her hus band soon sailed for France and later was reported killed in action Spratt was her second husband. Thia memory al ways returned when she thought of Dick going to war. CHAPTER HI: Spratt phones Eliza beth that he is bringing Kessler, one of his new writers, for dinner the follow ing night. Kessler, a German refugee who had been injured In the first war, was, unknown to the Herlongs, Eliza beth’s first husband. CHAPTER IV: Elizabeth had been or phaned as a baby and raised^ by her aunt and uncle in Tulsa, sent away to college, summer country club met Arthur She had been _______ but during one vacation she went out to the to swim. There she had Kittredge. Elizabeth and Arthur CHAPTER ..___ had many dates the following days— swimming, dancing and hiking. They found that they were meant for each other, and despite all objections were married. Then the United States entered the war, and Arthur enlisted. After less than a year of married life. Arthur was off to the war. that Arthur was CHAPTER pension. Tulsa, Then came the wire killed in action. _____VI ... Elizabeth refused the She then determined to leave to try and realize that Arthur was dead, and she must start a new life. She sold or gave away everything that would remind her of the life she bad lived with Arthur. CHAPTER VH: Elizabeth and Spratt were soon spending several evenings a week together. She told him about Ar thur. Spratt understood her feelings. He asked Elizabeth to marry him. CHAPTER VID: Elizabeth one day heard the children reading and laughing about the editorials and advertisements appearing in print during World War 1. They told how the war would make the world safe for the future generations. CHAPTER “I’m sorry, Dick,” Elizabeth con tinued with sympathy. “But the boss wants to talk pictures with Mr. Kessler after dinner, and you’ll have to take care of the girl.” Cherry and the two guests were already beginning to laugh at Dick's woebegone face. Dick groaned. “Can she talk?” “I don’t know, Dick, but there’s a musical show downtown—” “Mother, please! Honestly, I— what does she look like?” Elizabeth started to say, “I’ve never seen her,” when Cherry put “I bet I know. Two yellow braids around her head—” The others joined, “Maybe you could play some Wagner records for her.” “What about Faust?” “Silly, Faust is sung in French.” “I bet she’s fat and has apple cheeks.” ft© ft© ft© ft© “She’s probably intellectual. Lots of refugees are.” “Talk to her about food. They all like to eat.” “I can’t talk to her about any thing,” stormed Dick. “Mother, I’ve got a date! Why can’t the boss tell Mr. Thingum to leave his daugh ter at home? Why do I have to— and shut up, all of you. I think you’re being unsympathetic and aw- “Dick, please be a good sport,” Elizabeth urged. “This doesn’t hap pen often.” “It does too. You remember that horrible girl from New York who was all teeth that I had to take out when her family had dinner here? But this is worse. A foreigner who can’t even talk except to say glub glub!” “How do you know she can’t talk? Her father speaks English.” Dick groaned. “Be nice about it, Dick,” pled Elizabeth. “She’ll probably have a very good time if you’ll let her. Re member she’s in a strange country, and most of those refugees have had some very unpleasant experiences. Can’t you be sorry for them at all?” “It’s easy to be sorry for refu gees,” said Dick, “when you don’t have to put up with them.” Torn between a desire to laugh and tell him he needn’t do it, and a realization that Mr. Kessler’s daughter must be taken care of somehow if he and Spratt were to have a chance to talk business, Eliz abeth did not answer immediately. She was glad to hear the sound of a key in the front door. “There’s the boss,” said Cherry, getting up. “Now we can eat!” Dick ex claimed as though glad to have something to rejoice about. He got up to pour a cocktail for his father. Spratt came in and greeted them all. “You’ve no idea what a com fortable picture you make around the fire,” he remarked as Elizabeth took his coat and Dick gave him a Martini. “Where’s Brian?” “Having dinner with Peter Stern. Cherry, go to the kitchen and tell them the boss is here.” “What have you been doing?” asked Spratt. “Listening to the ra- “No, what’s going on?” “The same, only worse. All hell’s loose in Russia. Come on upstairs with me while I get cleaned up,” he invited Elizabeth. “Cherry, tell them I’ll be ready in fifteen min utes.” “Wait a minute, boss,” exclaimed Dick. “I’ve got something impor tant to ask you. Do I have to take that refugee girl on a date tomor row night?” “What refugee girl?” “The one who’s coming here to dinner with her old man. Can’t she possibly—” Spratt drew a long breath and started_to laugh., “1 fprppt to tell for that tough spot Merry Christmas The Community Market VERY holiday gift list has its hard to Why not fill it with a gift sub fill spot scription to The Bluffton News, the that will continue for a whole year where in the U. S., one year, §2.00. Also money-saving magazine clubs With each subscription we will supply an attractive card announcing the gift and the donor. you. Kessler's daughter,” he said, “is eight years old.” The four •yeungstecs gave Ipng si multaneous •whrStTes*' '^Oh fby, oh rapture unconfined!” sang Dick. “My life is renewed. I don’t have to! Did you hear, everybody? She’s eight years old! Why didn’t you tell me? What were you doing talking about Russia when all the time you knew that girl was eight years old? Me sitting up here dying and you’ve got to bring up Russia!” Elizabeth got out of the room ahead of Spratt and ran up the stairs. He followed her. When he came into his bedroom he found her crumpled up in his reading chair. She was laughing uncontrollably. Spratt stood watching her in amazement. “Elizabeth, what in the world is the matter with you?” For a moment she could not an swer. With an effort she caught her breath, saying, “N—nothing. Only I think—I think that for the first time in my life I’ve nearly had hys terics.” “Elizabeth, what—” “Please don’t pay any attention to me. I’m behaving like a moron. But it is funny, Spratt. We’re sit ting on the edge of a volcano dan gling our legs over the crater, and Dick knows it—I’ve just heard him talking, so grim and hard he fright ened me, and in fifteen minutes noth ing was important to him except that that German girl was eight years old and he didn’t have to take her out. Oh, that resilience! Did I ever have it, I wonder?” She began to laugh again, this time more softly. Spratt shrugged, went into the bath room and turned on the water. When he came out Elizabeth, having made herself be quiet, was wiping her eyes. Spratt stood over her, shaking his head in confusion. “Did anything happen this afternoon, Elizabeth? You can tell me.” “Not a thing. I came home and got dressed for dinner and lay on the chaise-longue in my room till it was time to get out the cocktails.” She stood up. “I'm sorry for being so foolish, Spratt. But every now and then—well, maybe sometimes you’ve got to laugh so you won’t scream.” “All right,” said Spratt, “leave it at that.” He never pressed her for explanations, knowing if there was anything she intended to explain he would get it eventually without ask ing. “You’d better go and do some thing to your face. You’ve laughed and cried it streaky.” “AU right, I will.” Slipping her hands into his, she stood up. “And thank you for being such a calm person. Most men would either have caUed me a fool or asked a thousand questions.” With an expression of mingled sympathy and amusement, Spratt kissed her. “You’re not a fool. In cidentally, you look mighty well in that outfit.” “It’s the hostess gown you gave me,” Elizabeth reminded him as she went into her room to obliterate the tracks on her face. Spratt was waiting at the head of the stairs. She smiled at him re assuringly and they started down, and he smiled back. They went in to dinner With the others. “Oh boy,” said Dick as they sat down. “Shrimps to start with. I love ’em.” “So do I,” said Spratt, and ate the first one. “Quite a sauce, Eliza beth,” he observed. “A decent writ er on that picture for a change, and TT is with True Appreciation of the Fine Patronage that you have ex tended us in the past year that we pause at this glad time of the year to our Sincere Good Wishes for a Most Enjoyable Christmas. $ n “Do I have to take that refugee girl on a date tomorrow night?” a good dinner—” He grinned at his offspring. “What have the million aires got that we haven’t got?” “Dyspepsia,” said Dick. At half-past four the following aft ernoon, Spratt was winding up an other conference with the new writ er who had come from Germany. Spratt pushed his chair back from his desk and grinned at his col league. “That’s all for the present, Kess ler. We can go into more detail, to night after dinner. And you’ll start writing the story-treatment in the morning?” “Yes, Mr. Herlong.” The new writer smiled back, and though his heavy dark beard emphasized his foreignness to this American office and his customary dignity was such that his smile, unlike Spratt’s, could hardly be called a grin, he conveyed his acknowledgment of the com radeship that springs up swiftly when two workers discover they can work together. “When you will read the synopsis—I am sorry, the treat ment—you will forgive my awk wardness with the language?” Spratt chuckled. “In the first place, your language is very rarely awkward, and in the secord nlace and crease and our hospitality grow’ Jorg THURSDAY, DEC. 20, 1945 can get a dozen writers wno Know English grammar for one who can tell a story. I don’t mind saying, Kessler, you took a load off my shoulders in our conference yester day. You understand stories—I wish you could teU me how to make all these Mnglsh grammar writers un- “Perhaps it is only sometimes viewing situations as other people would view them, and not entirely from the unchanging viewpoint of one's self.” “Am I supposed to tell that to the inhabitants of this ego-ridden capital?” Spratt laughed ruefully and shook his head. “Yes, Lydia?” he said as his secretary came in. “The art department has sent down the sketches of the bedroom and living room sets. Do you want to see them now or are you fend Mr. Kessler still in conference?” She glanced toward Spratt’s visitor with the respect she gave anybody whose ideas came to the rescue of a be fuddled script. Spratt's visitor answered for him “He wants to see the sketches, and we are no longer in conference. Miss Fraser.” He moved forward in his chair, placed his heavy hand on the head of his heavy cane, and pushed himself into a standing position. It was not an easy movement, but he accomplished it with the skill of long practice. Lydia opened the door for him. A clever girl, she managed to make it look like a gesture of deference instead of necessary aid. Their new writer could not stand without the support of his cane, and since he had only his right hand this made it impossible for him to open a door without pushing a chair toward ft so he could sit down. Spratt had risen too, and walked over to the entrance. “Then I’ll pick you up at your of fice this evening, as close to six thirty as I can, and we’ll go to my home for dinner.” “Thank you, Mr, HerTbng.” He smiled courteously at Lydia. “And thank you, Miss Fraser.” Lydia went with him to the outer door of the bungalow, then returned to Spratt’s inner office with the set sketches in her hand. “A remark able man, Kessler,” Spratt observed as he took the sketches. “Isn’t he? To sink into that script forty-eight hours and come up with a solution. And him half dead, too. Did the Nazis beat him up, or wag he in the war, or what?” “I’ve no idea. You don’t ask about those things, though you can’t help wondering. Maybe nothing but an auto accident.” “He does manage to bow from the waist in spite of it. Do you suppose he’s going to continue forever call ing everybody around here Mr. and w’e do mean every one who, during the of our faithful friends past years, have patronized sincerely hope that we us so regularly, have served you and that in the future our friendships will in- well eAa ft «s*ft to Everyone in Bluffton and Vicinity Watch for New Merchandise Here After Christmas Armstrong's Furniture Roy Hauenstein, Mgr.