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Tez 1} ~ 1927 by NEA BEGIN HERE TODAY JERRY MACKLYN, advertis ing for the Peach Bloom be utiful above everything else. She overhears an t picture he has in his and he s it out and asks the beauty specialist to use it as a model in efashioning Vera, Vera's aunt, FLORA CARTWRIGHT, is d at the ch wrought in her once homely niece and is like- wise a little jealous, Vera begs Jerry not to use her phot . advertising. ne tells her if she will give u the trip to Minnetonka, he will tear the adds up. She refuses. Just before train time, he comes to her apartment, tells her he loves her and begs her to give up the trip. They part under strained condi- tions and Vera does not expect to see him again, However, he rushes into her Pullman just before the train is to leave and gives her a sealed letter which he cautions her not to open unless she is "caught in a jam" NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XII It was nearly twelve o'clock night when Vera Cameron had com- leted preparations for bed in her erth in the train that was speeding her toward adventure. But she could not sleep. Twice she turned on the light above her head and made sure that money, tickets and baggage checks were safe, tucked into a corner of the pillowslip. She laughed at herself, sitting up in the narrow bed to gaze at her reflec tion in the strip of mirror between the windows. The sight of her camellia- white face, framed in a close-lying swirl of burnished copper waves, of her wide green eyes, of her perfect Gre- cian nose and her softly curved: mouth never failed ot give her a shock of joy, of amazed wonder, She pressed the light button, then lay back on the fat Pullman pillow, smiling to herself in the dark, repeat- ing soundlessly the "beauty creed" which Flora Cartwright had insisted that she memorize: "I believe that I am utterly beautiful and utterly desir- able. I believe that no man can look upon me without pleasure and without desire." "But I can't believe that," she told herself. "It can't be true of me--of Vera Victoria Cameron! Oh," she moaned half aloud, clenching her hands on her breast, "I don't want to remember! | want to think only of the future, of Vee-Vee Cameron as that _nnmm ~- REFRESHMENTS Soft Drinks, Ice Oream, snd she now is and will be!" But she could not keep from remem- bering. She could not keep from living over a scene which had stamped itself indelibly on the sensitive mind of the child she had been then-- A mean little room in a mean little house in a mean little Missouri town. A gray coffin, of cheap painted wood, resting on two cheap pine chairs, which her mother had painted black and or- ange. A child--herself at nine--crouch- ing on the floor at the head of the cof- fin, tears streaming out of her eyes, slipping down over her pinched, freck- led little face, A thin little claw of a hand lifting a heavy braid of ash-col- ored' hair with which to dab at the tears which had been blistering her eyelids since her mother had died, She saw the miserable, scrawny little thing pull herself up by the back of the chair to look yet again on the face of the woman in the coffin--a sweet, sad face that had been so beautiful, and that was beautiful again in the serenity of death, ' She heard her grief-hoarsened, frightened voice cerying out, "Mama! Mama!" and again, as if she were liv- ing the scene for the first time, she heard with startling clearness the rough whiplash of her father's voice: "Get out o' here and make me a pot o' coffee! Ain't a damn bit o' sense in a great big girl like you whining and taking on for two days on a stretch, Your ma ain't coming back, for all your blubbering, and the quicker vou take on some o' her work the bet- ter you'll be. Get out o' here now, and stir up a batch o' biscuits, too, ain't had a mouthful o' food but what the neighbors brought in since she was ok!" "Nu, no! I don't want to remember!" RINCESS dnne Qustin "THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, fF FRIDAY, AUGUST 26, 192? the girl moaned, her lovely head wor- rying the pillow in desperation. But she could not shut out the floodgates of memory. She saw her- self cooking greasy meals and cleaning the mean little house, overspending her slight strength so that her father would not beat her. Then she saw her- self alone for days, too frightened to tell the neighbors that her father had deserted her, so terrified with loneli- ness that she would have welcomed his coarsely handsome, drink-ravaged face and his brutal voice, Then she saw herself standing before a big~bosomed woman in the orphan asylum, tryin to shrink into herself, hatin rary for being so little and pinched and ug- ly. She heard the other children taunt- ing her, "Greeney eyes! Freckle-face!" Aunt Flora had been in Europe when Vivian's mother died. It was Aunt Flora, newly married to her sec- ond husband--Jack Preston, who now wanted to marry Aunt Flora again-- who came to the orphans' home to res- cue her thirteen-year-old niece, Beautiful, glittering, glamorous Aunt Flora, wrapped about with her hus- band's love as with a shining cloak. Aunt Flora saying, "This can't Vee- Vee--Grace's baby! Why, Jack, Grace was the loveliest thing! Yiach prettier than I am!" Later she had heard Aunt Flora say- ing to Jack Preston: "The poor little thing is so pitifully plain, Jack, It will be a miracle if she ever marries!" Vera wondered, sobbing a little with self-pity, if it had been any wonder that she had never had gay good times EXPECTANT MOTHERS Read Mrs, Menard's Letter, Her Experience May Help Chatham, Ontario, -- *'I want to tell ou how much good your medicine done me, Be- ' _" . |fore my baby i lcame I felt so weak and run- down that I could hardly do my '|work. My head ached continually and I was so dis- couraged that I "|eould cry from morning tillnight, I had another justone year and it gave me a lot to do, So I thought I would try Lydia E. Pinkbam"s Vegetable Compound, as I had read so much about it in the little books, I found a difference right away as my head was relieved and my tired feelings gone, My sister had been doing my washing and she continued doing it, as she said it might set me back if I started to do it again. It sure did help me and I had taken just two bottles when my baby came. He is a fine big boy, now nearly five months old. Iam taking Jour medicine again and I am able to do my work all by myself now.' I always recommend Vegetable Compound to women, and especially to expectant mothers, as I believe they need halp st those times,' -- Mrs. OLIVER MENARD, 24 Harvey St., Chatham, Ontario, [4] At nine a.m. SERESERRETL hls Phere of the world take the {Vera worried. like other girls, handicapped as she had been by her own knowledge of her plainness and by her aunt's thoughtless prophecy. Her pride, trampled but not killed by life in the orphans' home, had made her fiercely determined not to accept her aunt's bounty any longer than was absolutely necessary. She had studied far into the night, had earned the contemptuous re- putation of being a book-worm and a| dig and a teacher's pet, but she had plowed grimly through high school in three years, and had then worked for two years--until she was eighteen--in | a Fourteenth street department store! in New York, saving her money for a' business course. And at nineteen she had gone to work as a stenographer, savagely determined to be the best pri- | vate secretary in New York, If love! and marriage were not for her, she would force life to give her the next | best thing--success, She had lived ! alone much of the time, working over- time in every job she had held, cook- ing her own frugal meals, making her own dowdy dresses, studying, Intermittently, between her aunt's marriages, she had lived with her, sharing the expenses of the tasteful little apartment which Aunt Flora's alimony or, if the husband had died, his insurance money and savings pro- vided, Aunt Flora had never married a rich man; her four marriages had been love matches. And between them, while she was waiting to fall in love again, she had wheedled Vera into staying with her, because she feared loneliness more than anything in the world except old age. But the price that Vera had paid for a more com- fortable home and more esthetic sur- roundings had becn heavy, for Flora Cartwright had unconsciously nursed the girl's feeling of inferiority, had convinced her anew every day of their life together that she, Vera Victoria! Cameron, was not made for love and marriage. And now, through a miracle wrought by Jerry Macklyn, who, after all, had only done what Aunt Flora could have done at any time 'during the last five years, she was beautiful, she was de- sirable. Peter Darrow, mooning at her like a love-sick calf, the men at the office--married and single--trying to take her out to lunch, Jerry Macklyn himself asking her to marry him. For the first time in six weeks, since the | miracle had ben happening, she .had| leisure to taste the poignant sweetness of the cup of life which Jerry had held to her famished lips. Oh, it was good, good! Her body quivered with quick, shuddering sighs of happiness, of an- ticipation of something much more, wonderful which was about to happen. | But--would it happen? She had fal len in love so ridiculously with a man she had never seen before, a man who had looked through her as if she did not exist. She was like her mother, who had fallen in love with John Cam- eron the first time she had seen him at a country dance, had married him the next day, throwing up her job as a school teacher in the little Missouri town. She was like Aunt Flora, who boasted that she had fallen in love at sight with every man she bad married. It was in her blood -- this reckless plunging into love, this mad impulse to fly after the beloved and capture him at any cost. She went to sleep, murmuring Jerry's name. But the face of which she dreamed was dark, aristocratic, heart- breakingly handsome. The next morning, after dressing herself with almost prayerful careful- ness, she had a leisurely, e sive breakfast in the dining car, deferenti- ally attended by the chief steward him- self, and gloatingly conscious of every admiring glance that the diners--men and women, both--cast at her. The train reached the little station of Minnetonka at half-past eleven. During the three-mile drive to the ho- tel on the lake Vera became painfully conscious. that at least two of her fel- low-passengers were regarding ther with more than usual interest and cur sity. They were a young couple, fashionably dressed, evidently mar- ried Vera, out of the corner of her eve, saw the woman whispering to her hus- band, glancing from the initials on Vera's bags to her face. The husband shook his head at first, smiling indul- gently, then, on looking more closely at the embarrassed girl who tried to pretend ignorance of their scrutiny, he nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing with speculation. "I wonder what's wrong with me" "Am 1 too well dressed, or mot well enough dressed, or what? But they act as if they thought they recognized me. Oh, well, it's silly to worry. If my own aunt dide't recog- nize me after my transformation, 1 don't see how they could" \ But she was growing more worried ALS. CONVICT CONFESSES TO FIRE Prisoner Says He Caused Destruction of 17 R. C. Churches Columbus, Ohio, Aug. 25.--Rurning of 17 Roman Catholic churches in Can- (ada was described today in affidavits signed by Roy Marsden, convict in Ohio Penitentiary, and turned over to Canadian officials, Marsden, serving a term for similar acts in the United States, said he was not told to divulge-details of the affi- davits until Canadian officials have had an opportunity to apprehend other members of the gang. However, it was thought he implica- ted no others, Among the 17 church fires described were those of the Shrine of St. Anne de Beaupre and the Basi- lica in the City of Quebec. Marsden, who admitted burning a number of Roman Catholic churches in several States when arrested at Upper Sandusky, Ohio, two months ago, said that he and his companions singled out Catholic churehes because of the great- er value of the loot in them, He said the same gang operated both in Can- ada and the United States, but none cf the others had been apprehended, "NEIGHBORING" IS NOW A LOST ART Neighboring is a lost art, Time was when dropping in, informally, on those who lived close hy was an important part of the social life of the neighborhood, People--neighbors-- just "drop- ped in," talked awhile, ate an ap- ple or some poped corn and went home 'and to bed, early, There were no visits and no advance pre- parations, neighboring just happen- ed, as a matter of course, Morning and afternoon women got together, did some sewing and gossiping, and between times they carried choice food across the yards and borrowed from each other, Every neighborhood had some fine woman who was pre-eminently 'good in sickness." At the first symptoms of illness she was on hand with simple remedies, If the case was serious she was the doctor's first ald and the constant nurse, every minute. Fear froze her into a statue of arrogance. What if they did sce through her--recognized her as a stenographer on a two-weceks' vacation playing the great lady? Would they try to have her put out of their sacred hotel ? (To Be Continued) Vera encounters the man of her dreams--Schuyler. And this time he does not look through her, but at her. serving night and day without oth. er recompenses than the knowledge that she had dome her duty as a aeighbor in time of sickness. ------ Neighboring had its obligations and its compensations. It built en- during friendships. It grew out of the goodness of heart of pioneer men and women who had a sincere desire to be helpful and knowing, too, that from time to time they would need help and that it would come cheerfully and freely from those good neighbors close at hand, A more complex civilization has killed the gentle art of neighbor ing. Now we are not so much de- pendent upon people as upon things. The telephone makes borrowing un- necessary, Cafeterias and delicates- sens supply our foods. Movies and radio furnish time-killers, Automo- biles traneport us from one amuse- ment to another, Hospitals care for the sick, and trained nurses aid the stork. If we want company we send out invitations, Only the closest friends drop in informally and then only after an appointment by telephone. We have a few friends, a large num- ber of acquaintances, but no neigh- bors. 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