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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1928 ] and insists that her attitude is unnatural. Marianne Scott, pret- ty and | saphisticated, comes to Cotton to visit her cousin, Inez Wilson. Barry's good looks and Link's wealth attract her and she determines to use her wiles to bring them both to her eet. INSTALLMENT 5. Inez Wilson had been able to get a desirable table, close to the danc- ing. She and Harry Poett, Marianne and Fox Madison had just seated themselves, when Barbara and Link, threading the already well-filled tables, and trying to.seem quite un- conscious of interested glances from all sides, joined them. Inez was looking and acting her worst, sallow in the new shade of sickly sea green, noisy, laughing and flirtatious, But Marianne was the most striking woman in the room, She was a little older than the other girls, with a perfectly color- less ivory skin, black eyes, a thin and sinuous body and long white hands. Tonight she was wrapped, rather than dressed, in a brocade garment of dull red and blue and gold and silver, her sleek black hair, straight and bobbed short, almost concealed by a tightly wound turban of fold gauze and pearls, and her full, rather sensuous mouth brilliant with Japanese rouge. Fox Madison, a florid, thin Eng- lish man of perhaps 40 years, was laughing: at her with that sort of pro- prietary pride that a man of the world feels in any clever and beau- tiful woman. Harry Poett, a nice- looking, si boy, was apparently captivated too. Oh, here's Miss Atherton--how d'ye do?" Marianne interrupted her giddy rush of chatter to say with a composed upward sweep of her black eyes. "Link didn't think you'd come --and I knew you would, and I was right, wasn't 1? He said you might- n't want to interrupt that game of '| parchesi" Barbara, inclined to be good-hum- ored, laughed with the rest. "We didn't happen to be playing," she admitted. * Ve were all out In the back yard" "The--, Oh, the back yard, 1 see," Marianne repeated it carefully. And suddenly it sounded rusticated, to sit in oneg's back yard--even to|T mention a back vard. "This is a wild spree for me, Fox," Barbara said to the man on her left; "after fast night, to come to a party again tonight." "Last night," Marianne asked, arching her plucked black brows. "Last night there was a dance, too, you know, We were all up until af- ter midnight," Barbara reminded her, smiling at HarryNPoett, in greeting. "After midnight! Oh, excuse me, but that's delicious!" Marianne re- peated, bursting into soft laughter. "Why, when I was in New York, a few weeks ago, we often danced all night," she told them, "and then stopped in Brumayer's for coffee-- that's the thing to do this winter-- and went to bed in the daylight. Inez, do tell me, must I be tucked uh in bed at 10 o'clock every night all> the while I'm in Cottonwood?" she demanded whimsically. But dance music, beginning with the squawk of saxophones interrupt- ed her. The instruments, played by Negroes in white frogged coats, in d sort of balcony in a corner of the room, rose instantly to such brazen clamor that conversation became im- possible. Link, with a nod for Mari- anne, rose to his feet, Harry claimed Inez, and Barbara was left with Fox Madison, who detested dancing. No use to try to talk seriously, against the noise. Barbara sat with her elbows on the table, her linked hands ly before her, and smiled bly at Fox, when he shouted an occasional comment. Chicken sand- wiches and ginger ale all round, she supposed? Fox .nodded, and the waiter wrote the order and vanished. She knew, strangely few of the dancers; they were mostly visitors, casyal passers-by, who had stopped their cars for dinner at the Casino, "Sporty looking," Barbara character- ized them. Women underdressed, with painted cheeks and eyelids and lips and finger mails. Little dang- ling dresses all beads or sequins, bobbed heads tightly curled and brightly colored. They talked to their men while they pressed still more scarlet paint upon their lips, between dances. The evening, as far as Barbara was concerned, was a failure. Link danced with ker, Harry danced with her, and both told her that she was a far better dancer than Marianne was. But Mafianne was the success of the hour; no use denying it, one might as well face it, Harry and Fox both had flat silver flasks, and Marianne toned her gin- ger ale with Scotch, and so did Inez. he latter was either actually affect- ed by the unusual stimulant to be- come sillier than ever, or pretended she was. Presently a head waiter bent over Link, who was host at the party, and murmured that he would serve some real vintage champagne if Mr, Mackenzie liked. Mr, Mackenzie, whom Barbara de- cided she had never seen to so little advantage, gave a flushed and ex- cited assent. He wanted Barbara to drink' to Marianne's happy stay in Cottonwood, with the others; but she declined, and the golden bubbles were spilled by the persistent waiter against her arresting hand. "It's all so silly--so utterly and idiotically silly!" she said to herself, trying to smile naturally and indul- gently, trying to stay with them, to be a good sport. The clock on the wall said ten minutes to 12, the band banged and throbbed like some hammering nerve in one's head, the air grew thick with dust and cigar and cigarette smoke and the meaty fumes of food. Women laughed hysterically, made plunging movements across the tables, screaming, reaching for glasses, and were quieted by their em- barrassed friends. All the lights went out except for a bright pool in the center of the empty dancing floor. Into this a slim girl with big rings on first and fourt fingers and an Egyptian headdress and belt wriggled and squirmed her way. Her body was bare, except for breastplates and a fringed belt on her hips. She work- ed her rings like the eyes of moving serpents, "These people would think the In- dian corn dance barbaric." Barbara mused scornfully, watching and ap- plauding with the rest. She thought | of the shingle down near the creek, of afternoon light through the young, green-yellow of the willows, of the clean sea water meeting the clear A. Numerous requests for sweeter, closer textured, dainty bread crowning bakery achievement--"Kreamy White" It has been' hard, very hard, to improve on our famous Tast White' we have a bread that will resulted in owr Bread, Bread, but we feel that in "Kream please and satisfy Now! A Worthy Com- panion Loaf to Our Popular "TASTY Bread" most fast TEA D.S.L. BULK inest English Tes, Ib, 55¢c a Fi Ceylon teas, Ib, 75¢ A Blend to suit every taste, Breakfast RICHMELLO BLEND A flayory blend of Assam, and Travancore (EEE EE EEE EERE ER EN have Try it--It's worth while "Kreamy White" A Full 24-02, Loaf Bread J COFFEE Fresh Roasted and Ground w-Skilfully blended to maintain quality end r Ib. 45¢ RICHMELLO BLEND Sold in sealed tins only, True quality and flavor Ye in 33 Relish 23. Fry's or Baker's Cocoa i= 21: Mayfield Brand con. 35: White Satin Flour 5. 81.09 Cools's Friend POWDER 16-0%. Tin 32¢ 8-0z. Tin 19¢ Heinz Tomato Ketchup 5% 21. Tasty Mayonnaise "+25 Pumpkin 275525 Ti m-m» the ada Bread man) 1s creek water on strewn beach. One o'clock. She was past scorn now; she was weary and sleepy to the point of agony. The open-air picnic after the late hours last night, the six-mile walk and these dragging hours of heat and noise and close air made her feel utterly broken. Barbara could have laid her copper head upon the littered table and slept where she sat. And still the saxo- phones blared and throbbed and the Negro boys broke out into hoarse, vocal accompaniment, Link was paying the check--$62. It was outrageous to tip the waiter, and tip the head waiter, and pay $62 be- sides for this preposterous, dull evening! However, one couldn't thing about it. Especially she, Bar- bara, couldn't. She had probably be- trayed her hored and disapproving attitude quite plainly enough, without verbal underscoring. Cold, delicous sea air rushed at them when they went down to the thinned line of waiting cars. Harry could take two in his car; Barbara and Fox squeezed in beside him. Link took the other girls home, Mari- anne cuddling up against his shoul- der with a little thrill of still fresh and untired laughter, "Do you hear what she said, Bar- bara?" Link called, laughing, amused and shocked, as the two cars started. "Who said?" Barbara called back. "Marianne, She said she was run- ning off with your beau!" "She's the limit! Harry Poett said, with an appreciative chuokle, "Bold as brass." "She's the extraordinary lovely to look at," Fox added, scratching a match as they swept out into the dark street, Barbara said nothing. She felt dreamy, tired, and oddly quiet all the next day. Outwardly, it was just like all their other Sundays. But inwardly, Barbara felt old and wise. Link's sister Margaret telephoned her at about noon. Link wanted to know if Barbara could come over to dinner at 1 o'clock. Afterward they were all going somewhere. here? argaret didn't know. She was quite a little girl, not more than 17, and she was evidently being teased as she telephoned, "Ouch--stop!" she was giggling. She was in such a gale of laughter that she could hardly speak. "Will you--they're all making such a racket! Will you, Barbara, Inez and Marianne are here already-- they're going to play tennis." "Where are they going afterward, do you know?" "N-0-0-0! Oh, ouch--Barbara wants to know where we are gping afterward--stop that!" Barbara's voice had sympathetic, mirthful notes in it, but she felt a little hurt. "Is Link there?" "He's just gone downstairs." "Well, I don't see how I can come, Margaret. We haven't had dinner yet, and Mrs, Godley hasn't come, Amy and I were just getting things started and I can't very well a out and leave everything to her)" . Margaret protested only perfunc- torily. Wasn't it youthful gaucherie, or had she gathered, from the atti- tude of the others, that they were not especially anxious for Barbara's company, "Oh, gol" Amy urged her regret- fully, when she went slowly back to the kitchen, "I don't care anything about it" Barbara assured her, a little heavily, She was experiencing a queer, numb emotion, not at all like anger or jealousy. re i "I hope" said Prof. Atherton's bland voice, "I hope I am duly grate- ful to my Maker for ope such day as Jt The sun Shining, my two girls ng ether as they pre- pare a meal, the fat of the land about to be pl y simpl le--" "Hire a the sandy, shell say any- hath, dashog Amy sug- him, @ @ 06 0 C0 06 00 00 00 000060 0 00600 0 ¢ 0 9 360 0 00 0 Shini's Pure Extracts, 1/4-0z. Bil, 23 | cur a Golden Hallowi Dates Thompson's Seedless Raisins. . .2 Ibs. 23¢ | Finest Quality Mincemest, .,..2 Ibs, 20¢ | Shelled 2 Ibs. 21c | Peel Recleaned Cwrrants ........... Ib. 18¢c Walnuts, Halves ........Ib. 59¢c Shelled Almonds ..............Ib, BSc ixed Lemon, You con still obtain "Tasty Bread" at any Dominion Store " #Do you include me in your thanksgiving?" Barry, sitting flat on the floor before the oven, arged with the browning of muffins happily. So seated, with bis hair tossed as usual, and his loose white shirt, -he looked mo more than handsome, impudent, confident child he loved to be. "Of course I do, Barry, my boy." "Barbara wouldn't go over to the Mackenzies'," Amy volunteered, "be- laughter. "We ight, if they are digestible. ve we u our, Four? You forget that dad sent $51 We have crates of them, They came yesterday. "All right. Four sandwiches, four Sanito-nervo-tonico-bites," Te- Juried, oN the drinking Sub, Wn is the we're going ou on the old Weta trail, have a drink at the poo! ve the trough, supper up there, and coast down thie ne of the mountain home." "Oh, say--1 feel like doing that to- day!" Amy agreed enthusiastically. "Old shoes, small hats, sweaters--" "Amy," Barbara said, suddenly taking part in the conversation, "why don't you telephone and ask Ward Duffy to go? He's lonely; he doesn't have much fun!" Amy hesitated, her color changing, her eyes bright, "Oh, I dont like to. But I'd love om "Five sandwiches, five Santo-ner- vo-tonico-bites," Barry altered it droningly, as Amy flew to the tele- phone. : . "Cheer up. You'll have a nice time," he pleaded rather than stated in an undertone to Barbara. Carrying the empty salad platter, he was following her into the kitchen with his hands full of plates. The girl gave him a shamed and grateful glance, "TI know T will! I always do." t ham, England, and says her father attributes his agility at his age to always having emgaged im some sort of sport and led an active ener- getic life. 5% POLICE ARRESTED IN LOS ANGELES Mas SE Goins Los Angeles, Nov. 29.--The ar- rest of three police officers here on charges of conspiracy to violate the Federal prohibition law by co- h operating with Tum runners result- ed to-day in the launching of an investigation to determine whether other officials are involved. Patrolman J. A. Martin and Spee- fal Officer Charles Deane of the Santa Monica force were arrested by Frank McReynolds, Federal pro- hibition administrator of this dls- trict, when he engaged three rum wunners in a gun battle at the Ocean Park pler yesterday. Patrol- man Sam PFizman of the Venice division of the Los An=zeles police department was taken into custody later. The arrests marked the culmina- tion of a 30-day investigation. A special investigator of the prohibi- tion staff declared that hé had watched the Santa Monica pier for many nights and that he had seen Martin and Deane siznal rum run- ners with a flashlizht when they halieved the coast elear for docking The investieator said that Eizman had ordered him off the Ocean Park pier. NEW ZEALAND PREMIER ADVISES TAKING TEST VOTE Wellington, New Zealand, Nav. 29--Premier J. C. Coats to-day is- sued a statement in wich he declar- GoLDp MEDAL COFFEE \ 0 : in" NATIONAL GROCERS COMPANY LIMITED Wholesale Distributors 46 ed that as the result of the gen- eral election showing no party had 80 members, the | in a house of under Sir Joseph | United Liberals a clear majority, he was advising | Ward holding 26, Labor 20 and the Governor to summon Parlia- | Independents 8. Sir Joseph Ward tos ment to meet on December 4, in der to test the ppsition. The government holds 26 seats {or | day declared his party is opposed to any coalition with the Reform pars | ty of the premier, "You wouldn't want to be skidding all over the place in that roadster, Babs?" the man, capably rinsin plates before piling them neatly in the sink, asked anxiously and simply. "No-o. I don't really like that sort of thing." She fell silent, ar- resting him with a touch of fingers on his cuff, her troubled eyes averted. "But--if they are going to do it," she stammered presently, trying to make her thought clear, "if we are to have parties every day, and excitement-- if some one is to be popular and in constant demand--" "I know," Barry murmured as she paused, distressed eyes on her face. "How long is that Marianne girl-- that Scott, going to be here?" he asked, "Oh, she doesn't matter!" Barbara said hastily, "I think she does. I think she de- spises us all here and that she's just going to kick holes in us--if she can." Barry answered with unex- pected feeling. A combination of pride and shame suddenly braced Barbara, The usurper had been only forty-eight hours in town, and here was she, Barbara Atherton, meekly laying down Wer arms without a struggle. "I don't know," she said briskly. "But I'm extremely silly to let it make me feel cross. They asked me to go and I said I didn't want to go--I1'd much rather be with my own crowd, They'll probably make a fuss about Marianne Scott for a few weeks, and then forget her, or at least she'll settle down like the rest of us, Perhaps she'll marry Fox." "Has she money?" Barry asked, with simplicity. "Well, some, I imagine." "She'll go after Link," the boy pre- dicted. And all Barbara's unworthy fears were set suddenly fluttering again. Would she i Would Marianne Scott become mistress of the big house upder the big trees? Well, what of it, if she dide Bar- bara surely didn't want Link Mack- enzie, "I'm never with you, Barbara, but I want to kiss you," he had said, A pulse hammered in her throat, today, femembering clumsy, quiet Link say- ing that, although she had felt quite composed and cool at the time, And for the first time in her 22 years, Barbara Atherton felt a little shak- en--a little confused--over the thought of a man, (Copyright 1928, bx the Bell Syndi- cate, Inc.) (To be continyed,) PLAYS GOOD TENNIS AT 80 YEARS OF AGE Vancouver, B, C., Nov, 20--1t Is not given to every daughter to have a father, 80 years of age, who can challenge any man his age to p game of tennis--and make it a world wide offer, Mrs, Mabel Cris- fold of this city is very proud of her father, Alfred*Bedding of Clap- his | | Brunswick Panatrope Luke Furniture Co. 63 King Street, East