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MIDLAND JOURNAL, RISING SUN, MD.
1 HILLTOPS CLEAR I (S I ... By EMIUE WRING ... J \ if Oopyrlfht by The Penn Publishing C*. WNU Service. SYNOPSIS Prudence Schuyler comes from New York to Prosperity Farm, Inherited from her uncle, to make a new life for herself and her brother, David, whose health has been broken by trag edy. The second day on her farm Prue falls from the barn loft Into the arms of Rodney Oerard, rich young man, who lives at High Ledge* on the neigh boring farm. There Is at once a mutu al attraction between the two. Rod decides to stay at his home that win ter, "looking after the timber.” But Prudence decides to maintain a cool at titude toward him. She suspects men since her sister's husband ran away with her brother’s wife. CHAPTER ll—Continued — 3 — “I guess your uncle thought he’d spent enough on the old house for a start. If he’d had women folks, they would have struck for It. I’ve got everything electric from an Ice-box to a sewing machine. Don’t know that It gets me any more time, ’though.’’ With difficulty she extricated herself from the chair. “I must be going. When’s your brother coming, dearie?” “Just as soon as I get the house In order. It won’t be but a few days now. Do you think he will like it? David and I are all that are left of the family. Mother and Father died In my debutante year. He was so much older than I that he has taken their places. He has been everything to me—since I lost my sister. Oh, Mother Puffer, you think he will get well here, don’t you?” “Get well! Never knew anyone who once settled in this village to die of anything but old age. He’ll be spry and dancing at your weddin’ before you have time to turn around." “My wedding! I married!” Prudence coughed in the vain hope of counter acting the bitterness of her exclama tion. "I hope Dave gets well long, long before that. Thanks heaps for everything, Mrs. Puffer. Good night! Come again soon!” Prudence curled up In the wing chalr, confided to the fire: “The long winter evenings! Seed catalogues for entertainment! Zowle! “Self-pity almost caught me that time. Ingrate! Wailing over prospec tive long evenings, when, within my first twenty-four hours here, an all conquering lumberman has called, and I have been snatched from a messy accident by a rich playboy.” She re-lived that episode. Shivered. Her realization of the smash from which Rodney Gerard had saved her had ripped off the shell of indiffer ence to men In which she had encased her heart. She had actually liked him! Would she be able to harden again? Already the heavenly beauty and freshness of the place s'he had In herited was making life seem thrill ingly worthwhile. The great spaces seemed as full of life as had the city streets crowded with pushing, dawd ling humanity. “Supper’s ready, Miss Prue.” Prudence joined the woman at the door. “I’m hungry; that’s why I’m low in my mind, Macky. Didn’t Moth er Puffer say that life could be awful dark and dreary on an empty stom ach?” She linked her arm in that of the woman. “She’s a dear to bring us things, and a wonderful cook.” Jane Mack sniffed. "She may b a wonderful cook, but she’s a terrible talker. She said to me, ‘What makes Miss Prue so bitter about men—a pretty child like her? Did her city beau turn her down because she lost her money?’ ” Prudence bit her lips to steady them, blinked hard. Since the warning tap on her brother’s shoulder, little hot, salty springs seemed in constant com motion behind her eyes. Mrs. Puffer's question about the city beau returned to Prue’s mind as sev eral hours later she unclasped the string of pearls before the mirror on the chintz dressing table. She looked at the lovely, gleaming things which dripped from her pink palm. Her sister’s pearls! Lovely Julie’s, who had married the son of a multi-mil lionaire, adoring him, believing in him. When after two years of marriage she had discovered his unfaithfulness— the treachery of her brother’s wife — •he had crumpled, her life had gone out like a candle, and with it the life of her baby. The tragedy had seemed to run back into the very roots of Prue’s heart—if one’s heart had roots —or the spring of her heart which threatened so often to bubble up In tears. .It had killed the lovely shining belief she had had in people, taken the sunshine out of living. Time had eased the ache, but It had not restored her faith. She had had men friends, but she had steeled herself against their protestations. There were plenty of safe, sane in terests without staking her happiness on a man. Men. The eyes of the girl in the glass narrowed a trifle. She had met two today. Mrs. Puffer had declared: “There's one or two smart Alecks in the village who’ll do you, if they get the chance.” Prudence laid the pearls in their satin bed and snapped the case shut. She tapped the velvet lightly with a Sager as she reflected aloud: "One or two smart Alecks. I won der—l wonder if Mrs. Puffer was warning me against one or both of my new acquaintances.” CHAPTER 111 Prudence, perched on the top of a grain bln in the dusty, shadowy barn, dangled her feet in their white and brown sports shoes. She nibbled a straw as she thoughtfully regarded Si Puffer, who, seated on a milking stool opposite, gazed back at her with fatu ous admiration. “What sort of man is Len Calloway, Mr. SI? He has called on one pretext or another every day since I took possession of this property. You don’t have to tell me that he is a compelling person and good-looking. I know that. His eyes are too dark and flash ing, too near-set; his chin a bit too as sertive; his hair Is getting perilously thin on top, isn’t it 7 Is he the whoop de-doo lad of the village? Mother Puffer said that he was born in the red brick house. Has he always lived in this town?” Puffer rubbed an unshaven cheek. "Grew up here. Went west 'bout two years ago after he’d met with a dis appointment in love Then his father died and he came back bursting with know-how and began contracting to cut timber. What's he been saying to you ?” “He wants to buy the trees on the upper wood lot —the one Uncle Austin bought of his father. He didn’t make a definite offer. He asked me to sign a contract giving him the right to cut all trees over ten inches and all wood necessary to get it out Of course, I don’t know anything about the busi ness, but when he added that last clause the imp who regulates traffic in my mind flashed on a red light.” Puffer chortled. “You sure have your own way of saying things, Miss Prue. I guess that imp wag on his job. Mind, I don’t say Len would set out to cheat you, but he isn’t in busi ness for his health alone, and if you crossed him—well, don’t have nothing to do with him. Then you're sure. If you like him, that’s your business. All I'll say is, handsome is as hand some does. Hulloa, here’s Rod I Won der If he wants to buy timber?” He waved his hand to Rodney Gerard, who, with a spectacular flour ish and fanfare of French horn, stopped his car In front of the barn. “Greetings, Prue of Prosperity farm ! Morning, SI I Come for a ride, will you? It’s a whale of a day.” His eyes were on the girl. “Terrible sorry I can’t go, Roddy, but I’ve got to work on them poultry houses. My boss is all-fired fussy.” Puffer chuckled and vanished round a corner. Prudence took possession of the stool her man-of-all-work had vacated. She shook her head as she answered the question in Gerard’s eyes. “If that invitation was meant for me, I can’t go. I’m busy. The hens are approaching the season of dimin ishing returns—to put it conservative ly, ‘High yields and large profits’ must be my battle-cry. Ever heard of an economic graph? Mr. Si and I have been tracing one. You seem to forget that lam a woman of affairs. I can't waste time playing with idle little boys like you.” “All right, I’m an idle little boy. Why should I work? I don’t need money; I put the best I’ve got into any sport I make a stab at; I like a good time and —there you are." Prudence rested her elbows on her knees, her chin in her palms, and studied R'odney Gerard curiously from under a fringe of lashes. His clean cut face —she reluctantly conceded that it had an underlying strength— was care-free, debonair. Hen memory flashed a close-up of Len Calloway. She compared the two. Rodney Gerard was as tall as the lumberman. He gave an impression of lithe strength where the other man was massive. •"What’s happened to your ambi tion? Arrested development? Don’t you care to accomplish things?" she asked gravely. “Some things. Do you?" “Adore it I love trying to do what I have to do superlatively well. I made good as a craftsman.” “What sort of craftsman?” “Silver and gold. When people be gan to sneak cautiously from their financial crash-proof dugouts, began to unhoard, I earned a fairly good in come making jewelry and silver boxes. Then the back-to-the-land urge caught us, turned me into a farmer—and here I am.” “Giving up your craft?” “Not if I can possibly squeeze in time for it I adore it From now on I shall be an extremely busy person; Mother Puffer is about to Instruct me in the thrifty art of canning. You, doubtless, will soon return to that gay circle of society in which you must be a bright and shining light.” She hadn’t known that blue eyes could be flamlngly black, nor that a fair skin could turn so darkly red. “You’re got that wrong. Pm an ex tremely busy person, too.” “You! Busy? About what?” “Taking a medical correspondence course." “What kind of medicine?’’ "Don’t look so skeptical. Perhaps It Isn’t medical, perhaps It’s surgical. Trying to learn the remedy for harden ing of the heart.” There was a hint of seriousness underlying the light words. He regarded her steadily. “May be able to arrest the ossifying of yours. Is it true, as Mrs. Puffer Intimates, that there’s a white-haired boy In your New York stag line who’s yearning to smash this farm obsession and carry you back to the city?” Surprise hobbled Prue’s voice. “W-what?" “You know what I said. Don’t side step.” Indignation clarified her mind and loosened her tongue. “Side-step! Why should I? There is, there was a man for whom I might have cared, but—you have brought this on yourself by your question—he Is of your type; wealth is an acid test few of the men I have known could stand —so I’m a perfectly safe person so far as you are concerned. Mr. SI “I Can’t Waste Time Playing With Idle Little Boys Like You.” told me that you were In terror for fear some girl would marry you for your money. I wouldn’t marry a rich playboy If I loved him to distraction. I had to stand by helpless while my sister broke her heart over one of them.” Rodney Gerard caught her hands and pulled her to her feet. “SI talks too much. I In terror about anything? That’s his Joke. Your heart wouldn’t break for a man, would It?” Prudence twisted free. “Not unless It split from fury because I had been so dumb as to believe In him.” ‘‘That’s one In the eye for me, I take It Boy, but you’re bitter! I’m not In that class you detest. I’ll make you take back what you said about my be ing of that type. I’ll make you. It will be a no-quarter battle. Get me?” She clasped her hands behind her back, leaned toward him smiling. “Smashing climax. This Is where a movie director who knew his business would shout ’Cut!’” His eyes held her mocking eyes with steady Inflexibility. “SI Puffer says that you are ‘smart as a steel trap.’ You may be, but apparently not smart enough to distinguish between the real and melodrama. I may be a lazy devil wasting opportunity, but I still believe In character, believe that there are levels below which—well, In the cen tury In which you belong they called It noblesse oblige.” His face was colorless as he turned away to his car. Prue’s conscience smarted- Had she been unjust? She couldn’t help liking him. She was beside him as he stepped into the roadster. She smiled apology. “Don’t go away angry. You asked a question. I answered It. Just be cause we live on different planets of Ideals and ideas is no reason for our quarreling, Is It?” “How do you know we are so far apart?” “Help I I’ve said the wrong thing again! I would love to motor with you, really I would, but David Is com ing on the afternoon train and I have heaps to do before then. You don't know how you tempt me.” There was a reckless light jn Gerard’s eyes. “Quota ‘Fly pleasure and It will follow you.’’’ “Then I won't fly. Will you take me to the Puffers’?” He swung the roadster door wide. Grinned engagingly. “Taxi, lady?” As the car shot forward, he In quired: “Who will bring your brother from the station?” “Mr. Si. I have been too bußy about the place to try out the car Uncle Austin left me.” “The read is still torn up. He would be jolted to pulp In that old ma chine of Puffer's. If you think a 'rich playboy’ may be trusted, I win meet him.” “Don’t bp snippy. I have been dreading the trip for David, but If he could come In this wonderful roadster —he Is so—so precious.” Emotion broke up the sentence, menaced her voice. * “I will accept your kindness only If you'll promise to come in and have tea when you bring David home.” There was a small-boy radiance In his face and voice which contracted Prue's throat. “Mean it? Then of course I’ll come. I’ll drive this car as If It were a bub ble with a grain of radium for pas senger. Those are the most break able and precious commodities I know. How are you, Calloway?” The dark-eyed, dark-skinned man, passing, brought his red car to a sud den stop and swept off his broad brimmed hat. “Good morning, Miss Schuyler. I’ve Just been to your place, Gerard. They told me I was likely to find you some where round here.” There was nothing In the words which could be challenged. It was the implication. Rodney Gerard reddened. “Come to High Ledges tonight, Cal loway, and I’ll let you know what I have decided about the timber.” “Can’t you tell me now?” “No, I can’t” "Perhaps Miss Schuyler will say whether she has decided to let me have hers —or—do you decide for her?” "You’re mighty Impertinent,” Ger ard flared, and shot the car forward. “Oh dear! Have you made an enemy because of me?” His laugh was curt. “The enmity between Len Calloway and yours truly is nothing new. He always gets my goat. Do you Intend to sell your timber to him?” “Mr. SI advises against It.” “Give me the contract to handle It, will you?” “You?” “Even L Don’t let surprise that I am Interested in something besides sports shock you into Insensibility. I have about a thousand acres of tim ber which have been on my mind for some time. I’ve decided to cut It this winter, and the more I have to cut, the better and more profitable Job I can make of It.” “But —you’ll have to live here!” “All right. I’ll have to live here. What a profound observation I Coming from a woman of affairs like yourself, It’s a smash.” She stole a glance at his grave face. Her thoughts raced as swiftly as the fleecy clouds against the glaring blue sky. Had he had this In mind while she had been accusing him of In dolence and Indifference? Contrition warmed her voice. "I should love to have you cut our timber, but, I warn you, I’m likely to be a pest I shall ask so many ques tions." "Fire away. What say to forming a partnership?” "Sounds grand—but that would take capital, wouldn’t It? Why not sign a contract to the effect that the Interest on your Investment Is to be paid be fore the profit Is divided?” “Hooey! I—” “Unless that is done I’m off the partnership, Mr. Rodney Gerard.” "Oh, all right. I’m a lawyer— though I haven't done much at It. I'll draw a contract which will put skids under your fortune If you break It. Here we are at the Puffers'. Come on a little way. We have so much to de cide, we are In business now, remem ber. We’ll trace that economic graph you’re so keen about.” Prudence swung open the door of the car. “Don’t wheedle. I’ll expect you for tea this afternoon. 'Morning, partner.” TO BE CONTINUED. Emerald Said to Promote Friendship, Conquer Sin The emerald Is regarded as an em blem of success In love. Its green color Is said to promote friendship and constancy of mind, while other author ities attribute to It the meaning of Im mortality and conquering of sin, writes an authority in the Kansas Olty Star. Even in the days of Pliny this stone was highly esteemed; he wrote of em eralds: "Neither dim nor shade, nor yet the light of a candle, causes them to lose their luster.” The fresh color of emerald was sup posed to be good for the eyes (bear ing out modern optical opinion on the restful qualities of green), Pliny saya “There Is not a gem or precious stone that so fully possesseth the eye, and yet never contenteth it with satiety. Nay, If the sight hath been wearied and dimmed by lntentlve poring upon anything else, the beholding of this stone doth refresh and restore it again.” The finest emeralds In the rich vel vet and grass green color come from the South American republic of Co lombia, the lighter green emeralds from Takawaja, Asiatic Russia, and New South Wales. Among poetical j references are the lovely lines from ; Coleridge: "I mark the (low-worm, aa I pace, Move with 'freon radiance* through the ! grace. i Aa emerald at tight" 1 Plaid for Style-Wise College Girl By CHERIE NICHOLAS &f'< • fit % jbjral r '.if 1^ PLAIDS to the right, plaids to the left, plaids everywhere In the autumn style pageant, did one ever see so many plaids as are flaunting their gay colors and bold patternlngs throughout fashion’s realm this sea son? Plaids In alluring lightweight woolens, In smart rayon weaves, stun ning taffeta plaids and knitted plaids, too, they are all among “those pres ent” in the early fall collections with very special emphasis given them in the much-featured showings of campus fashions. Evidently, according to the fall style program, the college girl Is supposed to dine, to dance, to play golf and ten nis, to motor, to study and even to sleep in plaids. Not fiction but fact, this about sleeping in plaids, for one of the smartest Items to enroll in a college wardrobe is a sleeping and lounging pajama outfit of gay plaid. The most practical are made of smart cotton prints which are styled with cunningly designed tunics which are made delightfully feminine, with such dainty details as collar and cuffs of scalloped white organdie piped with the plaid, together with a wide sash of the plaid material which ties gypsy fashion in a big romantic bow at one side. A leading question put up to the college girl is as to whether she will have her frock, suit or ensemble' of all plaid “alone by itself’ or shall it be partly of plaid and partly of a weave in solid color. Either or both Is the answer, for the advance showings pre sent as convincing arguments in favor of one as the other. An outstanding fashion is the dress which is tailored of all-plaid with not a frill or furbe low to mar its sophisticated simplicity. You see the idea illustrated to the right in the picture. The girl seated is also wearing a frock of this type, in brown and light beige, made in shirtwaist fashion. The buttons are AUTUMN CHIC By CHERU2 NICHOLAS The new tweeds are simply stun ning both as to color and novelty in texture and weave. The latest suit models styled of tweed have both a Jacket and a long topcoat. Unless you j have already proved it to your own satisfaction you have no idea how really useful and practical these three i piece suits are. The model pictured is j in a very swagger-looking brown, beige I and red checked tweed. The long man ! nish topcoat can be worn as a separate fall wrap. The square patch pockets ! on the Jacket are dlstlnctlvei. of brown braided leather. The plaid for the dress on the stand ing figure to the right Is in red, white and blue and it Is one of those fash ionable thin woolen weaves which Is delightsomely lightweight and there fore pleasing to wear In the class room. A bright blue belt and scarf enter attractively Into the color scheme. As a matter of fact the two-piece dress tailored of plaid Is not only a college girl favorite, for whether you go to school, to office or saunter about town during the shopping hours a plaid frock’s the thing this season which In terprets chic at Its smartest. Tremendously clever things are be ing done with plaid plus plain. Such as the topping of a black velveteen skirt with a striking plaid jacket such as Is shown in the foreground of the group. The plaid wool jacket Is In black, green and white with black calf belt. The modish beret is of green duvetyn and of course, in answer to the demand of present-day millinery fashion, it needs must sport a dashing little feather. The blouse, which you cannot see In the picture, Is of match ing green duvetyn. An ascot scarf of black velveteen adds the finishing touch to this ensemble. In the charming autumn costume pic tured to the left above the order is reversed in that the skirt is plaid and the Jacket is in the solid color. Here a dark brown cut-velvet Jacket sur mounts a skirt In plaided brown, green and beige. The turtle-neck blouse is of green jersey. The color combina tion for this costume is noteworthy since it is typical of the newest trends. There is a disposition on the part of designers to combine any number of rich autumn colors working out ef fects which flavor of the picturesque Alpine costumes even to the soft felt hats with their audacious little quills and feathers. • And have you seen the perfectly stunning velveteen and corduroy prints done in bold plaids and checks? No college girl once glimpsing them, will not be able to resist this temptation. ©. Western Newspaper Union. “BUTCHER BOY BACK” IS MUCH IN FAVOR Possibly you have never thought of your butcher as a very stylish person. Now we have Mainbocher’s “the butch er boy back.” It’s a loose back gath ered from a shallow shoulder yoke. The front of this jacket or tunic, whichever It happens to be, Is belted. Belted front and unbelted backs are regarded with favor by all who have seen this new arrangement It adds an extra fillip to the two-piece cos tume, which Is, as you know, one of the season’s latest pets. Since so many women find difficulty in wear ing belts well, the partially belted idea is a life saver. Tunics have a long way to go be fore they catch up to their reputation. We've been hearing about tunics con sistently, but that’s as far as one can truthfully say the idea has gone. With the two-piece Idea having the endorsement of the haute couture, there Is every reason to see the tunic coming in vogue at last. Collars This Fall to Be Worn Close to the Throat Fall collars are something to watch. Most of them snug fairly close to the throat, big pilgrim collars, high roll collars and wide revers all being seen. Sleeves on the straighter coats are often large at the top, while those on the looser, shorter designs generally display fullness near the wrist. Belts are in again, since coats are lapping well in front, and many a late mid-sea son model is snugged about the figure by a narrow belt hardly an inch wide. Hosiery Shades Hosiery colors that will be most im portant for street wear this fall are dusky browns, taupe tones, smoke and gunmetal shades. For formal evening wear either skin tones or very dark shades in gossamer sheer will be worn.