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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.”
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
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
“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.
“You know what I said. Don’t side
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
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
“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
“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
"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?”
“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
"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,
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
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 ;
"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
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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
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
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
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.
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.

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