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PACE [WELVE THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1928 - One Girl's Marriage Problems By KATHLEEN NORRIS --- hl, A Kl Ab Ain db A AK Mand lol mt tal AT TTT TTR TTT TR TA big room far more than the feeble and. hi oom could, t boy in town and one nicest, is interested in Barbera, but she, much to Amy's disgust, shows a preference Barry du Spain, poet and dream- er, Mariande Scott, preity and sophisticated, comes to Cotton- 1d to visit her cousin, Ines ilson, Link's wealth attracts her and she uses her wil bring him to her feet, ainst his will he falls in love with her, And at the thought of Marianne Scott becoming Mrs, Lincoln Mackenzie Barbara finds herself unaccountably distressed. On an impulse Barry and Bar- bara "and go to his old vanch to . Ri utely Bar- are ersel e vary: ing Sieg of her tempermental husband and is rewarded by his ardent love. Link's wedding is deferred, as Marianne has reveal- od the existence of a husband, from whom she is now getting a divorce, 's father threatens to disinherit him if he marries Christmas eve, a hich her. On arbara's marriage, Ves down to see the Du Spains, Barry is away, but Barbara, at home with her new hter, en- oi a quiet visit with Link. He hor be now feels marriage with Marisnne would be a mis- , but bas not the courage to make the break. INSTALMENT 17 Barbara was silent for a long while, and Link mended the fire, whose crackling flames lighted the "Link," she said suddenly, "Barbara?" "If under the circumstances, you could steel yourself to take Marianne quite simply at her word the next time you quarrel--" ¥ She paused, thinking: it out. "Impossible," he said, The next morning, or the same afternoon, there is always a note, ' Once she came to the office." "You could go away for several months," Barbara suggested, after thought, "Your father would cer- tainly make it easy for you, Ben Judson, from your office, is always going to Kansas City or Los Angeles or somewhere, But the Jon is," the girl added, smiling and shaking her head, "have you character enough before .you go, to tell her and Inez and your father and Lucy, and So on, that "it's over--definitely done with, I shouldn't have! I'd sneak away, leaving everything half settled, Bar- bara confessed, laughing. "And then it'd be all to do'when you came back, And by that time she might have the date set, and the trousseau all ready" } "I know," Link agreed with a heavy sigh." "It isn't that I'm not fond of her," he went on suddenly, "I'm aw- fully sorry for her, I think she's had a rotten deal, She's affectionate--or at least. she loves affection--" "And beautiful," Barbara prompt- ed. "And beautiful, But--but this whole darned mess makes me feel so confused, as if I was acting in the dark, and being fooled like a kid," Link confessed boyishly, "I don't know why the judge refused her her lowed her up to town once, in August I think this was, and found her hay- When your appetite is poor, when you are and tired is just what you need to buck you up Seles Agowss: Hasold F. Ritchie Co. Ltd, Toronto 4 decree in September, I know I fol- ing tea with Fox Madison at the Palace." : J "Well, no harm in that!" Barbaia gid 0, I suppose not," he said dis- contentedly, "They said they'd met by accident, but afterwards something she let slip showed that they'd gone in together on the train, I wish to God she wasn't always scheming and framing up perfectly simple things that don't matter a rap, anyway!" "Why don't you see her tonight?" "She's in town, She went in yes- terday," Link interrupted, "Perhaps she and Barry are hay- ing tea together today," Barbara suggested, and laughed wholesomely, he man looked at her quickly, "Wouldn't you mind?" "Mind their having tea? Heayens!" Barbara said, and laughed again, "You aren't iealous, Barbara?" "No, I trust people. ' But, per- haps," Barbara conceded, "if I loved some one who was always deceiving me, and teasing me, and humiliating me before other persons--I don't mean Marianne, of course!" she broke off, in quick apology. : "But_Marianne is something like that," Link admitted gloomily, "Well, girls of that type think that shows their power over men," Bar- bara explained quite simply, "They consider it a roof of being charm- ing, T'think, It sways seemed to me silly," she added, "I would just as soon annoy my father or mother, or Amy, as tease Barry that way, Listen!" she broke off suddenly, with a brightening face, "Here's Barry now!" The door opened, upon a draught of cold air, and muffled and coated, carrying 8 milk pail, Barry came in, Link saw her kiss him, her. slender arms tight about his bulky wrapp- ings, and caught Barry's suspicious, hostile glance as Barbara took the pail into her own hands, "Barry--what fun! You came down on the afternoon train! Here's Link, in the gloom, We've been jabbering like parrots for an hour. You're frozen, poor darling--wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of cocoa or something." . "I didn't know you had asked Link down," Barry said stiffly and dis- pleasedly, his teeth chattering as he cast off his outer garments and sat lamely down by the fire. "You sound as if you had a cold, dear)" "Oh," he spoke patiently, long-suf- feringly, "I'm extremely ill." : "Barry! Then you ought to be in bed." Barry looked with elaborate sig- nificance at Link. And Link im- mediately arose to go. "Bad weather for colds, and it's a rotten day, too," Link said cheerfully. "Take care of yourself, Barry. You wouldn't like me to ask Bonner to come down?" "Please don't trouble yourself, I wouldn't drink cocoa in the state I'm now in if you paid me," Barry said in an undertone to Barbara, choosing fo Jot it appear that he had not heard ink. "Good-by, Kate--your Uncle Link thinks you're a great baby!" Link said to the cradle. "Good-by, Bar- bara. Love to Amy and your father when you write!" "I will" She walked with him to the door, composedly enough, but he saw that she was nervous. "Doctor?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, just as parting. ness, smooth! Eas Cut out these on request. EAGLE and milk ~they're different, rich without cloying sweet- deliciously SWEETENED CONDENSED gives you the largest can, the richest in cream contents of any packed in Canada. fou Can Mak rst Candles / CHOCOLATE TRUFFLES SeuBo Borden'sCondensed Lump of butter size of walout 34 pound sweet chocolate 34 teaspoon vanilla Melt chocolate in 8 double boiler. 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Barry shouted, And with something between a desperate laugh and a shocked and apologetic exclamation Barbara slammed the heavy door upon the patio, 'Mount- ing his horse, Link looked uncertain- ly toward the patio door; might she come out to the line of baby arments that were writhing and bel- ying like little ghosts in the cool, windy twilight and say good-bye to him again? What was going on in thére, in the dark, low-browed old kitchen, with the sick, surely man beside the fire, and the tiny baby slumbering, and the girl who had been Barbara Atherton moving be- tween sink and stove? He lingered, watching, But the moments passed, and the windmill creaked, and restless gulls were blown, peeping, over the hacienda. She did not come to the kitchen door, Darkness and storm gathered, deepened, the winter night strode toward him out of the cold north, Link gave the horse his head, bent his own head to the wind and rode slowly away into the dusk, 8 Left alone with Barry, and the baby Barbara was far too wise to precipitate a disagreeable conversa- tion, She brewed tea, and buttered Barry's favorite trimmed slices of bread, and placed a filled plate and a brimming, smoking cup close at his elbow, It had been delicious to see Link to hear all the town gossip, to feel one's self shaken up and interested and a part of the world again, Bar- bara felt the happiness, the light- ness of her changed mood in every- thing she did, in every step she took, felt it, indeed, written upon her face. But Barry was the im- mediate duty, and she took care that he should 'have no cause to suspect that she was thinking of anything else, "God, I've had a frightful day," pany presently burst out aggrieved- ly, "You missed your train?" Bar- bara was merely assisting the con- versation, but Barry stopped drink- ing his tea and looked over his cup with a sort of patient sneer, "Oh, no, I got it, of course," he said, Barbara said nothing to this, be- ing not so much angry as bored by bis rudeness and not surprised at all, "I missed it by one minute, the street car got into a block," he re- sumed presently, drinking and shiv- ering elaborately. "Now, what's the matter?" he broke off, in exaspera- tion. "What have I said?" "I don't think you're very polite," Barbara said, hurt, sitting down and taking the wide-awake baby into her arms. "She's going to have the black- est eyes in the world, she'll be a terror," Barbara thought, with sat- isfaction. "Polite? Because I said I'd caught the train? Oh, for the Lord's sake," Barry raged. "I come home--just to be with you; I miss my train, just because I can't afford to take a taxi; I get a lift on the Milo school bus and ride down with a pack of dam kids, instead of taking a taxi from Cottonwood; I walk through Tomas' place and get your milk for you, when I'm as sick as a dog--" Presently Barry was still, except for the sound of angrily swallowed tea. The smouldering, sulphurous silence that repression' and anger create began to widen between hus- band and wife. Barbara was wearied unto death of that silence. "Come on, now Barry, be sweet and talk to me. I'm dying to hear all the things that have happened to you. Silence. Barry went to the stove and poured himself another cup of tea. "Now you know," Barbara began peisuasively, "you know we'll be iriends again in a few minutes, and that is just a waste of time. Pour half that out, and fill your cup wp from the kettle," she interrupted her- self to direct him. "You can't, drink it strong like that." "I haven't been fighting," Barry said sulkily, obeying her instructions carefully. * could I? He, with his horse and his airs, and [ carrying in the milk pail" "But, never mi you're better, and he's gone, and I'm dying to hear about your trip," Barbara persisted. "Well, then, kiss me, and don't be a devil to me on Christmas eve," Barry pleaded, in 2 meek little peni- tent voice. And he put down his cup, and came across the kitchen, and knelt down beside Barbara, and ,en- circled both her and the baby with his long. arms. His tired and pale face was bemtifel with love and compunction; he dropped it against her own warm cheek, and shut his eyes. "My God, I love you." he mur- mured wearily, "Look at her, Barry, with her bad, " Barbara adjured looked at the baby. "She's a cute muggins." "Feel her little rs grip, Bar- ry. Give her your fingers. "For the Lord's sake," he whis- pered, struck and with a boy's fool- ish, abashed grin. "Here, you sit her and hold her," Barbara directed him. He obeyed her contentedly, and she put the bundled baby into his arms. "Lean back--be comfortable," Barbara said. "There-- now, your daddy's got you, precious. See that she doesn't kick her feet free--don't do that, Kate," she scold- ed, as the baby, indeed, brought a pair of squirming bare little extremi- tics into wiew. "You must see her first] met her bath tomorrow, her i Christmas." Barbara told Barry ra- diantly, "She's getting too cute. I'm going to hang up her stocking with ours tonight." "Gosh, that hot tea went to the spot, Barberry, I was regularly sick when I came in," Barry said grate- fuily. He rocked slowly, gently crdd- ling the staring and wriggling baby in his arm, "Say, she's a regular pug ~--she seems twice as old as when I went away," he commented, amazed. "Well, isn't she? She raised her little head up like a turtle today, when she heard my voice," Barbara stated proudly, She began dinner preparations happily, "Tell me about our old lady, Barry. Did she burst into tears and say that you looked like the boy she lost in the civil war?" "She did not! She's an awful" old pill," Barry answered frankly, "Oh, and' there's no New York in it for us?" "Us, Thot's the trouble, She won't have anything to do with married men, She says she never helps any- thing but young fellows with no families," "Well, did you ever hear the like of that," Barbara exclaimed, "We don't care, do we, Kate? We con- sider the source, and we give loud, rude laughs at ladies like that. Do you know I think she has an awful nerve to say that to you. Are you awfully disappointed, darling?" "I am not," said Barry. "I never had much faith in the old girl any- way, and if Napoleon Third is taken we can thumb our noses at her, 1 don't see that twenty old fussy wo- men could give me more than I've got at this moment." "Plus a little kerosene oil," Bar- bara suggested, as he paused. "This dimness is terrible to me." "I'll get some tomorrow. Have we any money?" Barry asked, with sim- plicity, "We have $4 Tomas paid me this afternoon for the calf. It's there in the box. And a week from, tomor- row's New Year's, and he'll owe us $14 for the cows." "Then," Barry summarized it, "I'd say we are on Easy street." "Well--" Shc gave a forlorn and yet joyful laugh. . "Was I a dirty dog to Link?" Bar- ry presently said. i "You were," "But I did you a poem this after noon, Barberry, for a Christmas present. I did it coming in the train. I got to thinking what 2 wonder you are, and how I love you, and-- I've got it somewhere here." She caught it cagerly, the face that Link had scen pale and tired that afternoon shining and rosy; she car- ried it to the candlelight, "Barry," she said thickly, adoring} ly, reproachfully, when she read it, And in her exquisite voice she be- gan to read it again. "You gather all the things I love in one, I have no mirth but vou are mis- tress of; The skies I love and the warm stars I love, : The sea, and the white beach it breaks upon Are mine because you give them.,." "Ah, Barry," Barbara cried, inter- rupting herself and tucking the paper into her pocket, "you do love me?" "Love you?" he echoed, shaken, And he stopped her in her busy way across the kitchen and prisoned her shoulders in his big hands and crush- ed his own mouth against her sweey, protestant lips. "Is that for dinner?" he asked appreciatively, eyeing the abalone, "Yes--I had put it away out in the woodshed, to be sure to keep it for you tomorrow, but now that you're here we'll have it tonight. Tomas got it, yesterday, on Abalone Try INVINCIBLE, We promise sorprie. Jello as fond ar he name nly the bow "the THEIR FLAVOR IS TRULY -- INVINCIBLE rock," "Gosh, there is no place like home," Barry muttered, sinking into his fav- orite chair, "I'll get you oil tomor- row, I promise it--even if I have to walk to Milo myself and bring it back." or isn't it?" Barbara, after an ex- pedition of inspection to the corner of the room, asked triumphantly, time, isn't it, Barberry?" "She's asleep, Is that a good baby; "This is lovely." "This," said Barry, as he so often said, "is the Kingdom of heaven." (Copyright 1928 by The Bell Syn- dicate Inc.) a (To Be Continued.) "She's a wonder. This is a happy -- use, In the store or on the 'phone, always ask for Christies he of Quality Fince 1853 Christie's Water Ice Wafers You'll be delighted with their oven-fresh crispness, 'That's why these golden wafers with deliciously flavored iced fillings make ch a popular appeal. 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