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BEAUTY’S DAUGHTER
CHAPTER Vll—Continued
— 11 —
"Mf n have always liked me, and
yet I’ve never had any character
and I never do anything I don't want
to do, the older woman explained
simply. “I sleep late, I wander
downtown in the afternoon to a mov
ie; I never assume the slightest re
sponsibility, and I am altogether
unwise and idle and useless!”
In the beginning Victoria would
laugh at such whimsicalities. But
her mother had not been long her
guest before she discovered that
they were partly true; Magda really
never did make any effort, or as
sume any responsibility, except to
interest and please men. She
would not be left alone at home at
night with the children, even though
they were all asleep in their beds.
“One of them would set something
on fire, and then you’d think I de
liberately killed the lot!” she plead
ed, and the mere suggestion of this
calamity prevented Victoria from
ever urging the arrangement.
For the rest, it was astonishing
to discover that Magda’s self-re
spect had suffered no whit by her
long and exciting career.
In the beginning of the European
experiences, Lucius Farmer had be
come “strange.” He had been a de
lightful person in Tahiti and Ma
jorca, but somehow southern Ger
many had affected him badly. ‘‘lt
wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t really
have quality, Vic,” Magda ex
plained it, generously. ‘‘He wasn’t
a gentleman; it simply wasn’t
there! Perhaps I was to blame for
thinking that it ever was.”
Victoria listened on, scrambling
as she did so along the line of the
sitting-room bookcases, taking out
children’s books, matching sets,
stacking the volumes neatly. Now
and then she sat back on her heels,
smiling at her mother. Magda busy
with a nail file and a tiny pair of
scissors, occasionally in her turn
raised her eyes from her hands
and looked seriously at Vic, while
without anger or resentment she re
counted the strange actions of Lu
cius Farmer. After all she, Magda,
had done for him,, he had been un
appreciative enough to desert her.
As the days went by, and Vic
found herself drawn more and more
under her mother’s influence, af
fected more and more by her moth
er’s point of view, she found it in
creasingly difficult to maintain her
own standing; the solid earth rocked
a little sometimes beneath her feet.
Poor faded Mummy with nothing
to show for all the flattered, roman
tic years, the presents and the
checks, the beautiful face and the
beautiful gowns—Mummy couldn’t
be entirely right in her preposterous
ideas and attitudes, but there were
moments when Victoria felt uneas
ily that perhaps she wasn’t entirely
wrong, either.
Mummy, for one very important
thing, thought that having more
than one or two children was a
mistake. It was a forgivable mis
take. “For you have them so eas
ily, Vic, and you do adore them so.
But I tell you it’s selfish. You’ll
lose him!”
Victoria felt that she could afford
to laugh at this. According to
Mummy every man between the
ages of sixteen and eighty was in
terested in any reasonably pretty
woman, anywhere, everywhere, at
all times and seasons. No wife was
safe!
But Magda was not to be laughed
out of her position. She said
thoughtfully: “Women must go
crazy about him. He’s stunning!”
“He’s forty-three!” Vic laughed.
“And he has a large family and the
hardest surgery practice in the
city.”
“Forty-three. He’s not at the dan
gerous age yet,” Magda mused. “Is
anyone specially crazy about him?”
“There’s always some woman tel
ephoning,” Vic answered unalarm
edly. “I know the signs. But he
doesn’t take them seriously.”
Magda was hardly listening; her
eyes were narrowed in speculation.
“I don’t think any woman gets
hold of a man,” Vic submitted, com
fortably relaxed in a big chair now,
with her feet stretched out before
her. “I don’t believe any woman
loses her husband because some
other woman wants him,” she sub
stituted, beginning again. Her
mother regarded her in astonish
ment.
“What do you think?” Magda de
manded.
“I mean I think the wife has lost
him first,” Victoria explained.
“Ah, yes, but it all depends upon
what you mean by losing him,” the
other woman said. “It doesn’t al
ways mean.that they’re quarreling,
that they’ve made up their minds to
separate! It may mean that they’ve
drifted apart—perhaps they don’t
realize it themselves ...”
“Mother, do you really believe
that all married women are waiting
for affairs with other men to come
along; that all married men have
an eye out for charming women—
fresh women?”
Mrs. Herrendecn’s surprised stare
was sufficient answer.
“Why, but of course!” she said,
amazed. “Vicky, look at them!
They do.”
“They all don’t!” Vicky muttered.
But she was thinking.
“Some men never would,” Magda
conceded. “But some men are after
women—smart women and beauti-
by KATHLEEN NORRIS
© Kathleen Norris
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ful women all the time! The
world’s full of them now—women
who have comfortable big alimonies
or settlements, and who are on the
loose hunting for someone like
Quentin—someone to love!”
‘There are lots of men handsomer
than Quentin for them to go after,”
Victoria observed with a laugh.
“But it isn’t looks that count, Vic.
That hard-faced, deep-voiced, dark
headed square sort of man is—well,
I tell you,” Mrs. Herrendeen said,
shrugging lightly, looking away, “I
tell you that if I were ten years
younger I’d give that lad of yours
a run for his money!”
For once Vicky was not amused;
she was secretly affronted by her
mother’s words. Magda broke the
silence.
“Marriage isn’t what it used to
be, Vic. In the old days if a man
wanted to wander there were places
he could go that his wife never
heard about. Women suspected what
was going on, but they were having
their ten or a dozen children and
“He Wasn’t a Gentleman; It
Simply Wasn’t There!”
feeding chickens and making soap
and putting up preserves, and they
didn’t have much to say. It’s dif
ferent now. The women they can
buy are of their own class, and
they’re not all after presents and
trips and alimony. They want love
—they’ve got money! They’re after
the love part! There’s a sex war on,
Vic—women don’t want one expe
rience, they want twenty, now!
“Well, I hate the word ‘sex,’ and
I hate so much talk about it, and
I hate the idea that it’s the most
important thing in the world!” Vic
presently said, with feeling.
“But it is the most important
thing in the world,” her mother
assured her seriously.
Victoria shook her head, frown
ing. She fell into thought, and her
mother, idling in her favorite fash
ion on a couch beside the fire, was
silent, too. Later that evening Vic
toria asked Quentin if he thought sex
was so important.
“Sex?” he echoed in surprise.
Vicky laid a hand on his.
“I don’t mean in youth, when flirt
ing is natural and right. But after
ward—does it have to go all through
life, men tempting women and wom
en tempting men to throw every
thing else over, decency and home
and honor and obligation?”
“Often,” the doctor said slowly,
“it is that way. They tell me about
it,” he added.
“How do you mean, ‘it is that
way’?”
“I mean that a man who really
loves his wife and kids, who is per
fectly satisfied with his home life—”
“Perfectly satisfied!” The tame
phrase affronted her, and she
laughed.
“Well, perhaps what I mean is
that his new affair has nothing to do
with his—his organized life. He
meets some woman who appeals to
him tremendously—irresistibly—”
“Physically!” Vic put in, scorn
fully, os he hesitated for a word.
He accepted it simply, unsuspicious
iy.
“Oh, yes, primarily that. Pri
marily that. She has some trick of
using her eyes—some note in her
voice—something that sets him on
fire just as definitely as if a fuse
were lighted.”
There was a pause. Victoria was
studying his face attentively.
“Yes, but suppose all that,” she
presently said. “Grant all that! Is
he then to tear up his whole life,
kick his wife out, deprive his chil
dren of their father—”
“It’s usually the wife who does
that, Vicky.”
“A man might expect his wife to
forgive him,” Vicky said, after
thought. "But then how would she
know that it mightn’t happen
again?”
“She wouldn’t,” Quentin said,
mildly, unsmilingly.
“Ha!” Vicky exclaimed, out of
deep thought. Quentin laughed.
“It would seem that it takes you
by surprise,” he observed.
“Well, it does. I’ve always felt—
I've always hoped—that a man liked
a woman for other things—her being
sweet-tempered, and a good sport,
and making him a comfortable
home, and loving him ” She
stopped short in her catalogue so
much in earnest that tears were
near her eyes.
“He does, Vic. A man who has a
wife like that is lucky, and he knows
it. But that doesn’t mean that—oh,
well, that the look some woman
gives him over her shoulder as she
goes out of his office won’t—won’t
stay with him for days.”
“Oh, Quentin!” Victoria ex
claimed in surprise and dismay.
And irresistibly she added, “Does
that happen to you?”
“Sometimes!” The doctor admit
ted, laughing.
“But—but there’s no sense to it!
Look what it leads to. Look at
Mother, and so many others—the
mess they make of it! In the end—
in the end—”
“In the end it’s the Vickys who
show them what fools they were,”
Quentin said, teasingly.
“Quentin, have you—since we
were married, I mean—ever had
that feeling about any other wom
an?”
“I’d tell you if I had, would I?”
“I think you would.”
“Well, I don’t know but that I
would! I believe you’d be very un
derstanding about it. You’d pity the
sinner and forgive the sin. But a
man with five kids, another coming,
a new stove to put in, bills unpaid,
and an operation at eight tomor
row morning has a swell chance at
that sort of thing!” Quentin yawned.
“I’d be afraid of your mother, any
way,” he laughed.
CHAPTER VIII
Serena, wife of Spencer Ashley
George Morrison, was by birth part
English and part Dane; she had
been married to this, her third hus
band, for only a few years, and was
in her early thirties when the Mor
risons came to California in search
of sunshine and health. Not that
Serena herself was not glorious in
health and strength, and her child,
Gita, seven years olcl, as strong as
a little bullock, but her husband
had been seriously injured in a hunt
ing accident and would never be
whole and well again.
There was a good income some
where. The little family pould af
ford to choose what place and what
climate it preferred. Menlo Park
some eighteen to twenty miles
down the peninsula from San Fran
cisco—finally had seemed to be the
ideal place, and they had bought
the Tracy house, right next door to
Dr. Quentin Hardisty’s big place, in
the week when Madeleine Hardisty
was a year old.
The Hardistys’ old-fashioned place
was spacious, plain, comfortable.
But the Morrisons' residence was
quite new, and lovely in plastered
Spanish patios, tiled oddments of
sloping roof, oaks, peppers, roses
flagged paths. Little Gita Stewart,
Serena’s daughter, lonely and curi
ous and bold, had lost no time in
creeping through the evergreen
hedge that separated the two gar
dens, crossing the Hardistys’ old
tennis court and, skirting the berry
patch, threading her way under the
oaks and over the lawn, and finally
discovering what she later had de
scribed to her nurse as the most
fascinating family she had ever
met: a mother who was fixing the
puppy’s hurt head with rags and
water and medicines, and boys
named Kenty and Dicky and Bobs,
and girls named Gwen and Sue, and
a baby that could walk.
The adult members of the family
did not meet so simply. It was at
a country-club lunch that Victoria
first noticed the straw-haired woman
and identified her as the beauty
Quentin had noticed more than a
year earlier. Everyone was notic
ing Serena that day and asking |
about her; it was her first social
appearance since the long-ago night
at the opera, although she had been
in her new house for almost a
month.
Quentin and some of the other
men had been playing golf since
breakfast time; Victoria had come
later to the club to carry her hus
band home for lunch. With Gwen I
and her two older children she was I
watching the tennis when she saw
Mrs. Morrison for the first time;
presently Phyllis Tichnor came up
with the newcomer in tow.
“Vic, you know Mrs. Morrison?"
“I don’t," Vic said, smiling. “I’m
so glad to! I remember seeing Mrs.
Morrison at the opera last year,
and I think our children know each
other?"
“Our children?" echoed the beau
tiful Mrs. Morrison, raising the del
icate dark line of her eyebrows.
“Isn’t your small girl Gita Stew
art?"
“You ought to know each other/’
said Phyllis. “You live right near.
Is there a place between you and
the Tracy house or aren’t you right
next door?"
“Oh, of course we are," Serena
said slowly, with no change of ex
pression beyond a hint of languid
curiosity. “It’s your children Gita
talks to Amah about?"
“I am not a very formal person.
You can’t be, when you have six
children," Vicky explained, when
they were comfortably seated,
watching the tennis. “But I do
mean to come and see you one of
these days!"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
THE COSTILLA COIINTy np«,^ r . T
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The New N&a Bn ,
Santa monica, calif. _
They do the new NRA
bill, as drawn by the Gallagher
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Cohen, is more sweeping than
was the original NRA.
Even Gen. Hugh Johnson, once as
conversational a Mrs. Astor’s par
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roi, out
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Critics assert this
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wet blanket over a ,rvln s - Cobb
sick pup, and point out that the
number of sick pups benefited by
being tucked under wet blankets is
quite small. However, these fussy
persons belong to the opposition and
don’t count. Anyhow, they didn't
count much at the last election ex
cept in Maine, Vermont and one
backward precinct in the Ozark
mountains.
...
Friendly French Visitors.
IT SEEMS we were cruelly wrong
1 in ascribing mercenary motives
to those French financiers who’ve
been dropping in on us lately. They
came only to establish more cordial
relations. Of course, there's a new
French bond issue to be floated, but
these visits were purely friendly
and altruistic.
Still and all, I can’t help thinking
of Mr. Pincus, who invaded the east
side to invite his old neighbor, Mr.
Ginsburg, whom he hadn’t seen in
years, to be a guest at Mrs. Pincus’
birthday party.
He gave full directions for travel
ing uptown, then added:
“Vere we lif now it’s von of dose
swell valk-up flats. So mit your
right elbow you gif a little poosh on
the thoid button in the doorjam
downstairs und the lock goes glick
glick und in you come. You go up
two floors und den, mit your other
elbow, you gif one more little poosh
on the foist door to the left und valk
in—und vill mommer be surprised!"
“Vait,” exclaimed Mr. Ginsburg.
“I could get to that Bronnix. I got
brains, ain’t it? But ulso 1 got fin
gers und thumb* Vnt is he poosh
mit-elbows stuff?"
Murmured Mr. Pincus gently:
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nanded!"
Visiting Ancient Ranchos.
T T NDER the guidance of Leo
Carillo, that most native of all
native sons, I’ve been visiting such
of the ancient ranchos as remain
practically what they were before
the Gringos came to southern Cali
fornia. You almost expect to find
Ramona weaving in a crumbly pa
tio.
What’s more, every one of these
lovely places is lived on by one of
Leo’s cousins. He has more kin
folks than a microbe. They say the
early Carillos were pure Spanish,
but I insist there must have been a
strong strain of Belgian hare in the
stock. When it came to progeny,
the strain was to the Pacific coast
what the Potomac shad has been
to the eastern seaboard. It’s more
than a family—lt’s a species.
And a mighty noble breed it is—
producing even yet the fragrant es
sence of a time that elsewhere has
vanished and a day when hospitality
still ruled and a naturally kindly
people had time to be mannerly and
t le instinct to be both simple and
grandly courteous a t once.
• • •
„ Privileges of Nazidom.
TTHE German commoner may be
1 sh Y °? thc 00d rations and have
some awkward moments unless he
conforms to the new Nazi religion
But he enjoys complete freedom of
the press-or rather, complete free
dom from thc press. And lately an
other precious privilege, has been
accorded him.
He may fight duels. Heretofore,
this inestimable boon was exclusive
ly reserved for the highborn. But
now he may go forth and carve and
be carved until the field 0 f honor
looks like somebody had been clean
ing fish.
This increase i n his blcssings
makes me recall a tale that Charley
Russell, the cowboy artist, used to
tell:
“The boys were fixing to hang a
horse thief, Uiarley said. "He only
weighed about ninety pounds, but
for his heft he’Was the champion
horse thief of Montana. The rope
was swung fn> m the roof of a barn
Then they balanced a long board
out of the loft window, and the con
demned was out at the far end of it,
ready for the drop, when a stranger
busted in. \
"Everybody thought he craved to
pray, but that unknown humanita
rian had a better notion than that.
In less’n a minute he came inching
out on that plank and there wasn’t
a dry eye in mo crowd os he edged
up behind thc poor trembling wretch
and slipped » n ar -Vil i n the seat of
hif pants.”
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Picking Raspberries. Red
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e • •
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broom in boiling salt water every
two weeks will help preserve it.
• • •
Fire Prevention.—To avoid fires
keep all cleaning cloths that have
been treated with oil in a covered
metal container.
• • •
Washing White Gloves.—White
gloves can be kept white by wash
ing them after each wearing with
a soft brush and a pure soap.
• • •
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apples can be kept white until
used by keeping them immersed
in water to which a little salt has
been added.
* • •
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rhubarb juice. Simmer until the
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• • •
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pound cooked macaroni and 2
hard-boiled eggs cut into slices.
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layer of macaroni, sprinkle with
grated cheese, and season with
pepper and salt. Then put a layer
of spinach with sliced eggs on top.
Repeat the layers and pour in a
little milk. Cover with a thick
layer of breadcrumbs with pieces
of butter on top. Bake for 10
minutes.
* • *
Orange Peel Marmalade.—Take
six orange rinds, or four orange,
two grapefruit or orange and lem
on rinds, cover with water and
pinch of soda, cook till tender;
drain. Take out white pulp with
spoon. Put rinds through chop
per, yielding two cups chopped
rind, add water to cover, about
two cups; add sugar, about two
cups; simmer slowly for three
hours. Bottle in the usual way.
* • •
Removing Peach Stains.—Fresh
peach stains can be removed from
linen with a weak solution of chlo
ride of lime.
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Put your best foot forward, of *
course, but that doesn’t conceal
the defects in the other one; it’s
got to come, too.
Meeting sudden emergencies •
makes one hardboiled. Look at
war and after-dinner speaking.
“Travel is broadening;” it
makes one more resigned to the
nuisances at home.
Civilization may not be doomed, [
but it may be doomed to a good
many dark ages in which brains
are flouted.
Is Your Help Wanted?
Some people get sore if you try
to lighten their burdens—unless
they ask you to.
One of the greatest of mistakes !
is to stop a man on the street to
point out an error he has made. |
A man may pull down his char- I
; acter in an effort to build up his
I reputation.
People dress handsomely to
II please themselves more than to
I impress others.
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Denver’s Famous Windsor Hotel
, 1 18th and Larimer, Danvar, Colo. 1
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I Room and Bath $1.50 others from $l.OO '
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