‘gltberslde. . l "
" sidewalk. Then the
L: . a hint of sharpness. They
”I. brushed I. hand arrow ‘.~
mi and fluted ln\\'fll'l‘ i':.
'0
its:
m. one" were
.s‘wa'redasrhara. "But, perhaps.
team—2" . . .
Mrs. mils gone
fore the werb‘ were out.
udmoihslinioalhnplittle
the M'fibflng.
.wh- tbs m or tears
will.“ I.“ MI.
inbbedatfliamwithahsrd little
night. "
or!
which open hesrths were not
usual in bedrooms.
90W
“on her right hand. her lit! head ‘
old wooden stops and elicited on
at.
maps were hasty. decisive.
We. but went on down the
until Barbara heard them no
M M she film ‘i!'.(‘“?(‘ lu-l ~":oul-
..w,
":r- . .
. A! III. rounded lilo l..;l.: u;;. a . “
-oh h a distant run-~- struck ; .
nob. came out or the shat
d be dining room and glanced
,tha ahead door. Then she parrot!
0
almost be-
:w.ent~on malaria» hair. her-hoe ‘ "
growing more grhn. every moment.
Then suddenly she dropped thebe ~ "
heap on
when» set up again and wiped
so" Theyweregny-blue eyes.
twat handkerchief. and sat. up very
‘Th do flipped of! the bed. thrust
into the satin mules that ”lay
siting. and crossed the room to the
pen droplaoe. ' The Hawley house
onged tottbat era of the past in
On the rug before the tire. Bar-
on sat down. hugging her knees
db both arms. .She stared at the
tire. assessing that it was about to
not issues at it with a little brass
-~ llamas shot up and brightened
theme-n. Barbara was thankful to.
e addsd‘wumth. Her body. in the
' in, sin: lounging robe. was shiver-
} oath that sick» coldness which
“DWI. emotion in sensitive women.
.hhe sighted uneasily slid glanced
fiver hsr‘Vonlder. There was s. pio-
re of a yobng man in a silver
[rams on by dressing table across
to word. she turned her head may
some with a jerk. But the eyes
did
lo
“a
the
had
She
ball
muthcr softly. Barbara nodded. but
id not speak. ,
After a long silencemvith an impa-
tient movement of. her head. she
spoke. “Yes. mother. it's all over.
I shall never see him again-onbt
least. never, speak to him again. And
I’m glad bi it.
"He's a selfish tyrant and it's lucky
for me I discovered it in time."
"But is it really final?" asked Mrs.
Haw-icy. her thin ia‘co twisted in deep
lines or anxiety.
Barbara began to talk rapidly. in a
torrent oi reeling. "Yes. mother. it's
ilnal. And he knows it, too. It's so
dnal that I don't ever want to speak
or hlm’atter tonight. We‘ve made a
cl
gs: . Tomorrow is the beginning of
everything.
"He was Quite the ibis—spoke
his mind about my views—called mo
selfish—said Lid never get anywhere
ln s. profession-no women did. ex-
cept sour old maids and monstrosi-
ties. Said a. newspaper ofllce was no
un-
break—no hang‘ovcrs or re?
m.W-l
”Do you mean that you wish I hadn't
broken with him?" she dared.
Mrs.
"No," she sshi. "Reeves knows l'm
not wishing my kind or ills for you.
I'd
b
about newspaper work. but about
any kind of public work for women.
Men just don‘t like it. Barbara."
"‘nd why?" cried Barbara. "Be-
an they're Jealous. that's all.
“And the ones that aren't jealous
are Just plain selfish. Take lather!
lie wanted you to havs‘no interest in
life but to cook and sweep and sew
for him. and be on hand to bring
him his slippers. And what a life be »
led you!” '
Barbara stopped. struck by the
look of pain in her mother's oyos.
. It was a. moment before Mrs. Haw.
icy answered. “Yes." she said. "it's
true that my kind at lite hasn't
brought me much joy. except what
I've found in you. But your father's
idea. and Bruce's idea. is the orthodox
one. you know. You can't upset cen-
turies of custom over night. Bar-
bars.” ,
"But I can. mother," rotorted Bar.
hora. "I can set rules for my own
life. at any rate. Why should Bruce
try to rule mo. and lay out plans for
me to give up my whole life to him?”
is
I'd had your talent. I: thero'd been
anything I could do well enough to
earn money, I'd never have stuck to
the pots and pans. _
"Withyou. it's dlilerent. I want
you to go
take you."
Barbers threw her arms around
her mother's neck.
to be so cross. is my." she said.
"But. it you4didn' back. me 'np in
this. I don't know what -1'd do. i
thought you would sympathise with
ins-you slwm do."
)drs. Hartley smiled a twisted
. nails. "1 do. Babe.” she said. "I'm
. glad you've donevwhat you did. For
I can't see you. with your talents
. and your beauty. tied forever to some
man's kitchen sink and nursery.
with never a chance to show whet
you could have done in the world.
”ton're one of the few. Barber's.
that can make a so of it alone: you‘ve
your father's brains and the beauty
I used to have. and there's nothing
ado can't do with the two or them.
Bruce is a nice boy. and I think you
must have hurt him considerably. tor
him to say all those things to you.
"But I’m glad you've broken with
blue. And 0: course I’ll back you."
Barbara gave her mother a squeeze
and sprang up trons the rug. “I‘m
catching cold. mumsy." she said.
"Hy eyes are red already. and it I
don't got somessleep. I shall look
like a boiled owl for the great job
hunt tomorrow."
,Her mother smiled again. reflect-
ing the shifting mood oi hcr dandr-
tor. ‘
"Hop into bed," she ssld.“’snd I'll
‘ turn out the light and open the win.
dow."
When her mother was gone, Ber-
bara stretched out between the
sheets luxuriously.
crackling very low. making only a
dim haze of red light through the
room. picking out a tow polished sur-
faces to gleam upon.
Barbara saw the light on the silver
frame that stood on the dressing
table.
not see the lace
She sighed and rolled over on her
face. fora anal effort to win sleep.
She had almost succeeded. when
the telephone bell rung. It brought ‘
her out or bed with a Jerk that
dragged the covers to the floor. She
cast a glancolover her shoulder st
the picture in the frame. and then
hurried out to the hall.
They've had things all their own way .. ,, ,. ...
in business for so long that 1.th Holly. she said. oh. you,
can't bear to let women in. Bruce. Her voice was trenlulous.
‘No. I wasn't asleep." Then. hur-
riedly. "Almost asleep. though.
words at the other end of the wire.
the Iacts."
cool decision.
ceesions.
want.
human being-and I don't went I.
man that has to be clubbed lnlo giv.
lng them to me!“
with a sparkle hero and there oi
light frost.
bare's window woke her not long
after sunrise. but rho lay in bed.
watching the long streak of pale.
early light that crept across the blue
Hurley shook her head.
have broken sway myself. it only
as tar as your [me will
"I didn't mean
The lire was
lad that she could 3
thin its circle.
She was
"No. it didn't wake mother. What
it?"
For some time. she listened to the
"But Bruce. that doesn‘t change
She was struggling for
. as-
"No. i don‘t want you to make con-
It isn‘t concessions that l
I just want my rights as 1
She hung up. .
s O O
The morning was crisp and bright.
Maple leaves tapping against Bur-
t
You entered loading The
Evening Srntiilel's greet. sor-
ial “'i‘lle Flapper Wife" and
its sequel f‘Footlooss’k-you
willbu still more isscinated
it this greater serial. “Spin-
Jcrhootl"-—Bcgln it TODAY.
. mz'i-“m “firm. -
i
picture of Bruce.
across the room.
lfl'OHl.
she hesitated. opened the lovier
drawer, and slipped the picture he
' heath the paper that lined it. Then
she closed the drawer with a bang
and began to dress.
She found breakfast waiting for
her.
"Sleep well. Dabs?"
"Like a top. mother. . Takes lots to
keep me irom eating or sleeping. you
Life's too short to lie awake
know.
when you might be resting."
"i thought I heard the telephone
.rlng in the night," ”Mrs. Hawley
spoke hesitantly.
' voice. “It was Bruce again.
. ‘ him there was no use.
a disagreeable subject. "Do you so
peso I'll find a job?"
“01 course you will. Bubs. but l'il‘rl
be not the ilrst day.
into the 'l'olegrupll ofilce, don't (our.
to loll Mr. Mch-rlnott you are l:
ward limvicy'» daughter. il-lc kno
your father."
Barbara was eating toast and mar-
}ier mother.
watching her. nodded her head al-
malaria with relish.
most imperceptibly.
"Of course you'll get something.
You always come out on
, Barbara.
top. you know."
Barbara llihblod the last crumb
and rose from the table:
The Evanslon laterul-ban
ing into Chlrligo to
was closed.
‘A faded woman stress the aisle
looked curiously at Barbara's happy
eyes and at the. crisply smart blue
suit and the tilted velour turbo
Barbara was the picture of trium- ’
phant youth.
She had decided to try the Tele-
graph first. because its managing edi-
tor knew something of her (other.
When the elevator stopped and she
stepped out into the editorial mom.
heads went up on every side. Bar-
bara was conscious of smoke. a clat-
ter ot telegraph instruments. ejacula.
tions and a crowd 0! people rushing
in and out 0! doors.
The place was terrifying. but she
wont through the gate and asked di‘
l-ecllons or a girl seated at a switch~
board.
\Tilrn she turned away. Barbers.
saw a. woman watclllngeher fixedly
across a cluttered desk in a nearby
corner. The woman might have been
Di
m
l ABBARA’S eyes fell upon the
B With a
plunge, she was out oi bed and
she grasped the
leiver frame and ripped the picture
:out o: it. Another motion 0! her
nervous fingers would have torn it»
‘ Her mother greeted her brightly.
"You ‘ild, mother." rcpllnd Bar-
bara. wilh a. petulant note in her
i told
"My, u'hut ii busy clay (his is going
to be." She was obviously changing
When you :4‘
sla-
tlon was crowded this morning, chief-
ly with chattering boys and girls go-
school.
They were much like the youngsters
with. whom Barbara had labored for
three weary years or school teach-
ing. As she looked at them. she was
' doubly thankful that that chapter
\
s
N
|)'
'\-‘.
l
..-
turc of Bruce out of it. .
ing for employment. I may as “ell
tell you that the Telegraph is over.
staffed right now."
Barbara caught her breath. Then
she answered. with her most winning
smile. "i think I'll wait for him, any
Way."
While she waited she glanced
around the ofllcc, Tobacco smoke
curled about the head at every man
in the room. Shouts and replies went
hurtling on every side and reckless
errand boys brushed around her
chair perilously. .. ,.
Barbara. was surprised to see that
everybody. including the city editor,
was working in his shirt. sleeves.
The woman at the corner desk shot
several glances ot hostility. at Bar-
bara. and turned away angrily when
Barbara caught her eye. An extraor-
dinarily homely youth was dashing
in and out o! a mysterious door that
gave short glimpses of n blacker
chaos beyond. From this door came
a. clutter of metallic saunas.
The curious glances or the workers
at the typewriter desks had almost
ruined Barbara‘s morale, when help
came in the person of the homely
youth. who approached her. and with
a jerk of his elbow toward a. tiny
enclosed oilice, announced. “Mr. lic-
Dermott'e in there now."
The moment had come. Barbara
looked around wildly. She could see
no escape. So, with an added bit of
n.
o 1925 by sea salmon
w ‘ 1‘
With a plunge Barbara was out of bad and
room. She grasped the silver frame and rippc
studied her race.
with licr candor.
looking for a job—or is it a posi-
lion?" '-
"A job." ullsuL-n‘ll liaiblll‘il, smil-
ing uguill.‘
so long as it lets me into the news-
paper game."
“What makes you think you can
hold a job if I give you one?" queried
Mchrmott. looking at her through
lazy, haltvshut lids.
once have you had?” 1
'l.\'une in the
newspaper lint." shc rdutesscd. "But
i can write. And l'tn fairly well
1 have taught for three
yours at the Villllont Country Day
School." _~.
educated.
l
- s l
looking‘ut a card that Barbara ha
given the city editor.
“Yes." she replied.
She smiled.
Barbara was taken aback.
"No." she said. "1 think not."
Mchrnlolt was evidently pleased
“i hear you are
“i don't care what it
Barbe rd. flushed.
“And what connection
across the
‘d the pic-
“Edn'urd How-
lcy‘s daughter, as my mother remind-
ed the to tell you.”
McDermolt raised his eyes and
"Your father was
a brilliant mall. Miss lian'lcy." Then
he added. “but not :i v ‘ry successful
man, I think." 3‘
She
thought of her mother's struggle
against necessity andl against Ed-
ward Hattloy's clratlc temper.
".\\'hzlt experi-
do you
drawlcd. Barbara's mouth di'OOpcd.
"And of course. to make this tnle to‘
type. you ought to be turned down
by about halt a dozen editors lwi’uro
anybody gives you a glimmer of tin-j
coul‘ugolllcnl. Novvr now :1 null \\ll0
amounted to a llmll, without, that.
initial ordeal."
“But thorn .lrcn‘l hall a lillll'n mil-i
tors in Chicago protested liar-‘
barn. "There are only Mr. illorlv-rige‘
of the Press and Mr. Simmons of the
' Tribune left. if you l'r-fllsa me. And
I'd much rutlm- work (or tho 'l‘ele-
graph.“
’ "Hn‘lom," sail] Mi‘IJrlrnlIlli, "Then.
it looks as it I Would hate to make .1
Job ior you, doesn't it'.‘ Now, us it.
happens. I am inclined in do that
very thing. Your father had brains“
you know. What do you‘srly to a3
reporter's place at $25 a week. slm'tv
lng Monday?" l
Barbara. did not hesitate. "I'd like
it." she answered. "
"Don't be too sure you would. in
the Telegraph office the newest cub
may have in do anything from inter-1
viewing the president to sweeping!
out tho composing room." ,
"I'll inks a. chance," she said. '1
She was about to thank him. when
she realized that for MclJcrmott. she.
no longer existed. He. had turned hlsl
back on her and was rattling all-aw!
at a dilapidated typewriter, with his
two index fingers. '
She went out.
. e 3 s. ,1
0n the car going back to Evans-l
ton Barbara met Wilma. Collins.I
a girl who lived on her street.
Wilma welcomed her with glee and.
began to chatter about the ll‘ousseau
she had been buying in town. “ill
tell you, Babs, I have a grand ideal
Why don't you and Bruce get mare;
rled next month and have a double.
wedding with us? I've just been;
shopping tor linens and things. and
it's such tun."
Barbara replied crisply, "for the
good reason that. I'm not going 10‘
marl-y Bruce or anyone else; I'm
1
going to be a reporter on the Chi-
is,
cage Telegraph. If yell like. I'll ‘
give you my llludriz'd iullt‘licun so:
that I bought for my hope chest.
l’vc outgrown those things now."
Wilma's mouth and eyes widened.
"Why. Babs. what do you lllean? You
and Bruce—1"
"Just that. We‘ve quit. I'm go- '
lng out for journalism and a. career.” ‘1
"As a. reporter?" asked Wilma. She
pronounced the word with a slightly 1
emedto be parsing into her back. place tor a 'woman. and all I’d get “I don't think it is so much that he
'Bsrbara was grateful for the out ”Ht “'35 hard ““0”“ ”d a bad wants 1° “'19 }'°“- “5 ii ‘3 that hit rug. ‘ six or seven years older than Bsr- §wagger she crossed the room to the think that ““5 ““11 "WSWPCI‘
u. that her moth or reputation. ' l ‘ hates the thought of his. wife work. ed‘zzenrx‘o giggling"? atria-lust}; barn. ller lace was drum: and her enclosurb indicated. \vol'k'.” . lia't tone. as she might have spoken 3
“3 t in on Ni old tray. She felt Barbara stopped. brhoailfiess. 1"" in; {Orzmgnep Barbara, replied her und stretched her nrnis th had mouth lhln "“1 eupevcilious. A man who looked to be about 42 Barbara allmvorcri sllz'l'pll'. "Al .01 something beyond the social pals. l
W risinsegsln in her cheeks 32" were mum and or m quiver. 2113“ L. x3311]: r£12141?fix: 01:: dug: rcsoiuiolv shut out thourhts .. the . The MESS? looked "11: from his raised his head from e we or proofs. least it should help me to write good 'h‘ExactlY-g hBarbam “treated into i
.. - '- ~ .‘ * ‘ -’- . _ ~ . ‘ ‘ we!“ as ra approac ed. “Mr. ills face was thin and deeply lined. English." 6 M895 0 91‘ “E“TDEDEE .
the sfigsého'rus and sipped the 'Thats the old-{sshlozed idea) precious possemlonh Barbara. lou {lighc‘ofif‘fcéo‘f‘fxfio’r‘z 13"?“ “9‘" Mchrmott does not get down until ills eyes were strikingly blue against McDermolt smiled. \v'llll evident When she reached home. she found .
W. I: n 1 .M'" mu... "I.“ h m: M“ Him” ”f “i“: "”1“ “gulf: km" “:3" h ' ,_ » r ' a little later." he said in answer to a bronzed skin. relish or her tire. Bruce sitting on the front sieve ..
K . er a or say t o same th as. no on y Bar re turn on or mother. her question. "But it you are look; "You are Miss Hartley?" He was "We have no job at present." be (To Be Continued)
on
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,--_BoY .
FRISBIE’S =
Plus -
Nora . ......... .. . . . Virginia Bovl
Jenny. the maid ....... Rose Tavclla
Mal-y ............... _. . .Mnry Tales
‘ Paul Revere. ........ . Ruth hit-seer
Giggler ....'. . . . Mnrgnl-etlhlliiurd
. Roderick Dhu . ....... Lillian Slants
Beater Junior .- High School Notes
“ The assembly program Wednesday
morning was .rcndered by Room 1’
and was as follows:
Preluder—Margnret Millard. _
Scripture Reading ~- Principal
Hoag. "
Song—"Onward. Christian Soldiers"
~Sohool. ‘ '
Duet-"Marjorie
Rooney.
Song—J'Salling”——School.
Play—“Mrs. I’ollytvigs and Her
Wonderful Waxworks":
- THE CAST.
‘Mrs. Pdllywlgs. . . . . . .Grnce Rolls
James . . . . . . . ....Dorothy Anderson
Iiaymes.‘ Alice
James Fitz James..i\[argarot Endmnn
Dancing Dolls . ................ .
Muriel Lupton. Doris Morehouse.
Jeanette Little, Virganla Talbot.
Rip: Van Winkle... Sophia Schnclchor
Queen Elizabeth. . . . . ..Auna Erdmall
LPied Piper or Hamelln . ........ . ,
‘ Catherine Dennlm
The Leader of "The Charge of the
.nght Brigade". - - - -Mary La Mort
The Singing .Tn'ins .. ...........
Marjorie Haynles. Anna Oravata
First School Janitor. . . ..Cora Nessel
Paganni . . . . . . . . . ‘Eveiyn Gamble
The Village Blacksmith .. . . . . .
Margaret Keiog
Little Jack Homer. . . .Alice Geddes
Bruttus. .‘Jhertina Mlserendino
Cassius . . . . arr Mouser
...-o...
O
{A contest .betwosn the boys and
girls or Room 13 in attendance for
the'month of November was won by
the .boys.-‘ The girls are preparing to
in'rlte the boys or the room to a
party next week.
. O 0 0
Room 13, has deposited $109.?” in
the Not-walk Savings Society. this be-
ing the largest smoIlt saved in any
won: or the school. ‘ . '
O O O
The.Athlt-tic Club has been doing
good work during the-month or Noe
timber. ‘1‘“, new captains fare as
.lng .she_ was the
oh lineman.
J.
The new president i‘s Margaret
Thorpe. ' '
. s e e
A, special assembly tvus llcld l-‘l'l-‘
day morning. Tile plirpOsc of this
assembly was to discuss the publica.
tion of the school paper: "Tile Mir-
ror." Tho prosidont of the General
Organization. Ben Rogers. the edit-
or-ln-chlcf of lilo paper; Diodrich
l-Iohn. and tho socrcnlry ol‘ the
:onch Organization. Catherine L's-
kor, told the assembly about the pa.
per. which will be a Oilrlstlan issue.
The. president of the General Organ-
ization called a special meeting of
the, C'Olllll‘ll to Plant .1110 Mirror-staff.
The results of the Ploulion wore as
follows: ‘ .
EdltoY-ind'fllinf—chdrirh llohll.
Assistant Editor—Nathalie (ilk-k-
son. '
mys'{.itllli‘tit-SmStephen Scullon.
Glris' Athletics—Grace Slmvni'i.
Business Managers—Mr. hlaclilur-
l‘)’ and Miss Jennings.
Circulating Manager—Ben Rogers.
.lokes—LLlllian Stools.
Reporter—Grace Rolls. 1
Censomwhiiss Donovan and Miss
Gardner. ‘
(‘lnb News—William Iiunzlik.
suns HAS "g
RIGHT TO PROBE
'nuuul CASE
BRIDGEPORT. Doc'. #7le stain
of Connecticut has jurisdiction to
bird into his much-involved mar-
.itn alialrs. it is practically admit-
te. ow by Howard M. Dumboii.
former rector or :1 Damien church.
through s. ruling made in Superior
court by Judge John W. Banks.
The resigned clergyman was
man-led thirty-tour years ago to
Anna. Sherrod. mother or} his five
children. Lastinpril. Mrs. Dumbeli
tiled a petition for s. diverse. doctor.
in of cruelly.
Three months after the divorce ao-
olkl. AND M
lion you died. Dumbell and a choir
pwm
ornmi‘wuo Return Bills
...
Here are the northwest's first. women} bandits—lites. Catherine lingers,
to (loft), and her daughter. Zora Rogers. 25. both or Sioux Falls. S. I).
They held up the. First State Bank’vst Bonner, S. D., with rcmlvers and
camped with $930.
They were caught when they appeared at Sioux
Falls with hundreds ol‘ pennies to'malrc purchases. Mrs. Roger-5' husband
is a shell-shocked war veteran. confined to his bed.
singer were "married" alter Dum-
bell obtained what he said was a
divorce from the court or “The
United States of Mexico." He is now
in: Colorado.
in answering his wife‘s petition
“for a dixorce in Connecticutcourts.
Dumbsll held that the Superior
court in this state could not hear
the case in that ho ”had hemoved
irom Connecticit with the intention
of permanently “residing. elsewhere
and because Mrs. Anna Sherrod
Dumbeli was in reality a. resident oi
North Carolina. - -
This plea was withdrawn yacht.
day afternoon by counsel {or Dum-
bell. .
'vrsc'r
Jerry: Hallo. Fred! Could you
change a ten-shilling note? ’
Fred:- Yes I’ve got the change.
worry: Then lend me live bolt.-
Will you ?-—Ansv.‘ ‘eia
PROOF
Flubb: That. last home-brew re.
clpe Jimpson tried must be e crok-
er."
Dubb: Enthusiastic over it. is
he?
, Fiubb: No~susploiouslv quiet——
Lite.
CAPTAIN. FRIEND '1
OF MARK TWAIN, l
M”...-
Westport Mall W a s;
Once Cast Away Oni
Sandwich Islands —~§
Shipwrecked l
\VESTPORT. Dec. 7.-Cllpta.ln ‘
James Cox. seventy-nine retired.
{sonmun and eccentric cllamclmfll
iwas found dead in his bed in tlic
’Wostport sanllarillm l-‘riduy. lie;
.llnd been a rosldcnt of the institu-i
‘li’on for the past '34 years. The.
irausc of death was given' as heart
' trouble.
Captain Coronas a personal friend
of Mark Twain and pas that
writer's source at inspiration in sov-
cral short stories and anecdotes. He
was the sole survivor of the burning
of we clipper ship "Hornet" on the
'Pacitic Oman 60 years ago when he
had just turned 19 years oi'ugb.
, He spent 43 days in an open boat
on the Pacific. his sole companion
sslng the ship's dog. Rain water
and hardtack were the only means
oi subsistence that he haduntil he
was cast upon one or the Sandwich
islands. ~ After spending several
years on the islands during which
timahe engaged in many varied ex-.
variances. Cox was able to secure.
sausage to. San Francisco and it
Was while on the btpt that tho
triendshlp between Twain and Co:
was mod. . '
1
A. J. Collins 'co
"to saunas. street,
South liorwslk
Phone 7‘?
Coupling; ‘ HOUSE
Fine Siphonery
engraved frOm monogram ytll'e
makes an ideal gift.
Dies $1.25 ~ -
The Hamilto Shop
40 WALL STR .T
(inst! Event :
ls FOUND Dull
lication. T
holiday season.
thls cohperatiou fr
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