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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 8, 1930 PAGE SEVEN LOVE SHY - Once to Every Girl ANE LANE slipped the scrapbook she was working over into the drawer of her shabby desk. She heard her mother's footsteps in the narrow hall and waited for the high rather Jusealons voice to say good- : bY stead oF Sat jhe door was Pi open and Janet looked up to see her mother, wearing a faded ki- Li <0 ding in the doorway. 4 te. up awful late, it seems to me, Janet," Mrs. Lane said reprov- ih so terribly late, mother. It's ag past 10." "That's late enough when you think haw early we all have to get up in the morning. I wotldn't mind so auch if you were out having a good time like Addic is, but when you just sit. up here in room, mooning, I déclare it worries me considerably." Janet laughed. * "And I thought I #38 being a model daughter'to stay home so often in the evenings: You're 1) Iy up to date, urging me to be 2 gadabout." She smiled affectionately at the other woman and saw her mother's face soften and break into a smile in return. "Oh, I guess it's all right} Mrs. Lane went on, doubtiully, "your stay- ing home so much, but it doesn't seem natural some way, a young girl like you, I notice that Addie has plenty of beaus, or boy friends, I guess you call them now." Janet rose from her chair and came over to put an arm around her moth- er's shoulders. "I just don't like the same kind of good times that Ade- laide does, mother. You know that." Mrs. Lane nodded. "Yes, I know, but it's hard enough for me, good- ness knows, with your father going off to bed at 8 o'clock most nights, and you sitting here in your room all evening and then the next day having to hear from Mrs Morris all about the swell things Addie does." Janet gave the complaining woman a little squeeze. "Don't you worry, mother. We'll go out to the movies tomorrow night ourselves, Some day I'll step out with a nice young man and come home and tell you all about it; then Mrs. Morris won't be able to crow®ver you so much." Mrs. Lane sighed, "I hope you do, I hope you do," she said. "The trou- ble with you, Janet, is that you've got ideas beyond your station. You think some rich young fellow with a fine education is going to notice you and vou pass up these mice young men at the office--you'll be like the man that went through the woods looking for a straight stick. He threw away ul he found and came out on the other side of the forest without any stick at all." Janet flushed. "I'll keep on hunt- ing for the straight stick just the same, mother; just give me time." "It's time you got married," her mother said flatly, "You're 22 now, and so far as I know you never have had any young manceeadly interested' in you. I declare I lie awake nights, what with Addie so popular and you such a stay-at-home, Janet moved back into her room. The flush remained on her face and she. fought against expressing impa- tience with her mother's attitude, "I guess I will go to bed," she said slow- ly, "I'm tired." The Dream House Mrs. Lane looked at her daughter suspiciously for a moment longer, then mumbled good-night and went to her room. Janet said good-night over her shoulder, then went to the hall and closed the door. Sure that her mother would not return, she went back to the desk and took out the scrapbook. With loving fingers she opgned it, turning to the first page for a long look at the picture she had. pasted there. It was a picture of a rambling nousge, white, with green shutters, set in a wide sloping yard with great elms and oaks growing on the lawn. Smoke rose cozily from a huge chim- ney in one of the wings, a low porch invited people into its ' friendly depths, and a widening drive dis appeared at one side, hinting of a lovely garden to be found at the cear, Japet had found the picture in a magazine years before and had recognized in it the house of her dreams. She had clipped the house and put it away in 2 drawer, turning the "picture up from time to time and letting it grow into her mind as the ideal home which she would onc day possess. ¢ Later she had found bits of furniture, hangings, draperies, | bric-a-brac, pictured in other maga- zines. These she had cut out and added to the pile of clippings hidden away from every one save herself. Then one day she conceived the idea of making a scrapbook, tsing the pletured house for a frontispiece and pasting in later pages only those things she believed would fit into the dream house. Now she scarched magazines and papers for cvery pic- ture or description of beautiful things for homes, clipped them if they satis- Ged her, and after long considera- tion either discarded them or added them to her house book. © In this manner she furnished various rooms. in the House, selecting color schemes for one, pondering over (of 4B OE B xX TURE oLDS AILMENTS 7 [books afd conformer ] Cop, ByB arbara Webb \ "When 1 get married, it will be to some one who can give me a little jam along with the bread | and butter," said Janet. "It isn't any fun to be poor" yright by Public Ledger | times. handy, Marie," he said to his wife, | "I hate to lug this stuff around this | way all the time." "Ill get it." Janet went to kitchen for a piece of wrapping paper and returned to find Adelaide telling | her mother more details of the forme | er night's high jinks. { "1 wish Janct would go out once | in a while, it would do her good," | Mrs. Lane said. : "Yeah," Mr. Lane contributed. | "Lots of good. Addic here never sees | the same fellow more than three What. you girls need is a | couple of good steady icllows to get \ \J { Sunday, but on all | | | { articles of furniture, occasionally ad- ding a whole room of furnishings at one time if it pleased. her. Nothing could be further from the reality of her present home than the house she had built from her dreams. Nothing could be further from her crowded, scrimping life than the leisure and graciousness such a house would mean. Quite unconsciously the dream house had molded Janet's character, making her voice softer, her manner more courteous, her ways gentler and more gracious than that of people about her. She believed with all her heart that some day she would have this charming, friendly home, and she meant to be ready for it. But because of 'the life around her she hid this dream from every one, showed no one, not even her dearest friend, Adelaide Morris, her treasure 4 Happily "and willingly except for this one thing to the family and friends who were part of her life. On this evening she was considering a chair she had found. It was a roomy chair, made for com- fort, with sprawling arms and low, deep seat. It had been pictured in color and Janet gloried in the soft red brown of the damask that had been used to cover it. "I could use it at one side of the fireplace," she mused. "But I really want a pair of chairs for that, one on either sidegto balance cach other, and this one is pretty large." She turned the pages of the scrap- book to the place at the back where she made pencil sketches of the rooms and made and remade the plans before she pasted things in their proper places. When she found the plan of the living room she looked at it carefully. "No, It doesn't belong there, it's too big. The room would be too crowded, But--I could put it in the little sitting room I want to have at the head of my stair with a small table and a reading lamp at the side. Yes, that's just where it will go." She slippedy the clipping proper 'heading, "upper hall sitting room," and put the book away. ' Her mother's interruption had spoiled her pleasure in the book for that night. She would wait a few days before she tried to work on it again: , She stood up and lotked the drawer of the old desk and went to the old- fashioned bureau with its slightly wavy mirror. This mirror made her slender face seem broader than it. actually was and Janet made a grimace at her reflection. The grimace grew to a wide grin and Janet smiled at the gargoyle-like girl who smiled back at her, "Hardly the face to win a husband who can buy me my dream house," she said half aloud, and began to get ready for bed. But the face she dis- dained so was fair cnough to attract the attention of any man who yearned for a quiet, delicate kind of beauty. It was a little too thin, the youthful hollow at the throat lend- ing a wistful appearance to the well. poised head. The eyes were wide apart, brown with flecks of gold in their surface, the forehead broad and white. Above it Janct's hair, brown and soft, waved slightly and covered all save the tips of her ears. There was 2 small coil at the basc of her feck, not heavy, biit full of chestnut lights when the sun shone on it. Janet had never bobbed her hair and remembered tonight as she shook it out how her mother had grieved because she had not followed the style when Adelaide had a boyish bob for the first time. Now that all the girls were letting their hair grow Janet could afford to 'smile at the memory of that quarrel. She had been called old- fashioned and 'out of date and other uncomplimentary things, but she had persisted in wearing her shoulder. length, thick mop as she liked best, feeling sure that short hair was not her type=miot the 'type that would want a lovely low rambling house | with open fires and wide porches such as she dreamed of, any way. She could smile over Adelaide's frantic efforts to conceal the fringe that! "Yes--morce work Tor me. We had' "I wish you'd keep a piece of paper | : + | voice called. into. its | stuck out from her hats and gloat a little over the trials of other girls in the office who were mourning the return of hairpins and hair ncts even while they coaxed their hair to grow faster. An Old-Fashioned Girl She was ready for bed now, stand- ing straight and slim in her pink nightgown, all stitched by hand from a remnant she had bought at a sale in the fall. Some of the evenings her mother complained of were spent in fine sewing, for Janet craved beau- tiful things and was willing to sac- rifice dates and other good times to have them. "l was born a cqutury too late' she told herself, looking for the last time into the mirror to be sure no] cold cream lurked on her face. "I'm like my great-grandmother, who loved fo sew dnd keep 'housé and brought | up a family of nine 'eftildren in| clothes she made for them herself. | Only poor great-grandmoth er would | have thought it a terrible disgrace to work in an office--" She turned out the light to climb into bed, indulging before she slept in a dream of the man who was to bring beauty into her life, He would be tall, of course. Blond, in con- trast to her own dark hair and eyes. Not handsc.. c--well, not too hand- some, but with a fine, frank, open face that made people trust him. He would be very gentle with children. Dogs would like him. He would work hard--at the law or medicine or some profession. He would want a home and children of his own and would | make a garden in the sprin | 1 Here Janet gave a sleepy chuckle, [rit have to find a farmer, 1 guess-- { and they don't grow in Brooklyn, not {this year anyway--" She went to] sleep then, haunted in her dreams by the presence of a tall blond ng fellow who showed her house after | | house, none of them the home she | wanted, They had just reached her| dream house, were entering its very | {door together, when her mother's | "Janet, Janet, 7 | o'clock." I Janet relinquished her dream un-| willingly, This was the first time | she 'had actually approached the con- | sumation of her longing and shel | came back to reality with great re- luetance. "Janet," more ply hear me? It's time to get up. fast will get cold, you'll be late to the | office if you don't watch." | "Coming, mother," Janet answered | sleepily. "I won't be late, I'll hurry." She swung out of bed, yawned, | stretched her arms above her head | and went to the window to draw a long breath of the fresh springlike | air. Then throwing her arms briskly above her head she went through her three minutes of exercises, touching | the floor with the tips of her fingers, bending and twisting, holding on to| the bedpost while she practiced kick- | ing as high as the top of her head This done, thc mirror showed her two flushed cheeks, two eyes shining with héalth and good spirits, hair fluffed and crinkled by her exertions. Quickly she took a shower, gasped under the splash of cold water, and hurried back to her room to dress. "I'll wear this sand-colored skirt and sweater today, I believe, it feels like spring. And my red leather coat be- cause it might rain a little." She took them from their hangers, The dress looked very nice, yes, a red tie would brighten up the sweater and match the coat. Not much need for rouge this morning, just a brush | of lipstick, the new sunburn shade | of powder was becoming. She ran across the hall into her mother's room, where there was a long mirror, Yes, it did very well, Janet smiled to think how much smartness could be achieved: for $18 if one watched the sales. ' She ran downstairs to find her father looking at the morning paper while he absently stirred his coffee. "Morning, dad, what's the news?" "Not much, Looks like rain today to me," ' Janet faughed, "Maybe, but it feels like spring." get up now, | sha | gossiping | quarreling at { Lane | Adelaid | into the more than a hundred cars stop yes- terday and the minute the weather gets nice we'll have three or four times that many." Mrs, Lane came in from the kitchen then. "It's about time you got down, Janet. Did you hear Adelaidc when she came in last night?" "No, I didn't mother. I was sound asleep. Here, sit down, I'll get the cercal when we're ready for it." Mrs. Lane took her place at the table. "It must've been about 3 o'clock.avhen 1 heard a car drive up | in front and a lot of voices. Then ] heard the door bang, Addie doesn't care who she wakes up when she comes in." "Poor Adelaide," 1 be good and sleep; ning. I'd | better stop for her or she'll be lage | for work again "That's what comes of 'all. this tate | cil nights basiess," Mr. Lange remarked, | ing laying hig paper aside. "I see them there at the filling station when I'm on the night side. Young couples, | some of 'em drunk, filling their cars | and wapting at midnight so they can on, God knows where." | "They have a good time anyway," | Mrs. Lane said defiantly, "and no- body ean say Addic Morris isn't al good girl" Mr. Lane ok his head, "Addie's all right, I know that. But I'm glad we don't have to sit up nights wor- | rying about Janet." | "Mother wouldn't mind," Janet said | laughing. "And you know Mrs, Mor- | memory. "Oh, yes, his name in James Naval t ; Adelaide's | Warren, and as 1 said he's a mighty | conic e | good times, T think I hear Adelaide | f i " ris gets a kick out of now, | Adelaide The Morrises and the Lanes occu- | pied a two-family house, not the! modern kind with one family living above the other, but the old-fashioned side-by-side type of house with the! front porch partitioned into two parts | by a railing, The families had lived | in this way since Janet and Adelaide | were babies. The two girls had gone | through school together and now! orked in the same office. Mrs. Mor- | and Mrs. Lane ¢ about times, then making it up, only to quarrel again over some trivial thing. At present they were on speaking terms, although Mrs. vas increasingly exasperated | that she could not match stories of | Janet's parties with the wild ! had. Janet went through the entrance hall from the dining room to the front door to let Adelaide in, | "Hello, Mother Lane, and here's | the old man, too," Adelaide breczed | dining room, followed by | Janet. "Ob, boy, but I'm sleepy | Please, give me some coffee. Mother | { wouldn't give me any breakfast, said | she sat up too late waiting for me to | { come in, Not that I want anything | to cat, I couldn't possibly swallow a | bite, but I do want some coffee." | "I'll get it mother," Janet offered. "Did you have a good time last night, Adelaide ?" : "Swell--absolutely the nifticst little | ole good time I ever had on a Thurs- day night. We went to the Peacock to dance, rode around .a while, then went back and danced until closing. After that. we did a few hundred miles out in the country and back, home at 3 P..X. I was so tired I went to sleep with my clothes on and had to undress this morning when I woke up and dress again, I'm only fit for the house wreckers, but does that keep me from slaving today? Tt does not--gee, this is good coffee." Mr. Lane folded his paper, "G I'll have to be starting," he sa with some fellow from the Addie?" "Not. much, Couple of fast guys with some kind of Broadway racket, good spenders, too, Boy, but 1'd like to meet some new young men. This old gang makes me sick, I've been out with Tommy twice now and we're both ready to quit; he's taking some other girl out tonight, I guess, Funny office, how quick you get tired of a fellow, | even if he is-a good spender." Mr: Lane went into the hall to get his hat and coat. He returned carry- ing his overalls under one arm. f PT t 1 y | seats times | | | { | married to." Adelaide laughed heartily. tell 'gm Papa Lane. Tl] tell you what, you pick out a couple of good lookers rom the crowd that comes into your filling station, Janet and I will show them some speed. How's that?" Janet smiled. "Father's too busy to do much hunting for us, Adelaide. | But I've heard so often now that I] ought to be stepping out that I think | I'll take on young Albert down at the office. He's told me twice about hav- ing tickets for the movies, then he gets cold feet and doesn't say any- thing more. Next time I'll just smile and say sweetly, 'How much ¥d like to go, Mr. Jameson." Adclaide laughed. "Go on. Do. He's a baby, but he's a good kid, Janet. I heard, too, that he has a rich papa or something in the back- ground." : "Very likely," Janet rejoined, "That insurance office is just the place to find a rich man's son working--I| don't think." i "Sec!" Adelaide crowed. "Now we know what Janet wants, A rich hus-| band or none. Well, dearie, to my | mind you'll get along without - any. | Now I don't care how much moncy | they're going to have. What inter- | ests me is how much money they can | spend when they take me out on | Friday night." A New Young Man Janet shrugged her shoulders. She felt a little cross at the harping on | her dateless condition, "Say what you please," she said, "when 1 get married it will be to some one who can give me a little jam along with | the bread and butter, the "You | at, | of the week. It isn't an) poor, every one of us here knows that." { There was a startled silence at her outburst. Mrs. Lane began to cry. Adelaide tried not to notice any dis- turbance. Mr. Lane cleared his) throat. Janct was instantly sorry. | "Never mind, mother, I know that | we get along as well as we can. didn't mean to hurt your feelings." "I'm sure your poor father and 1 do all we can for you," Mrs. Lan sniffed. "But when a man has work in a filling station for a living and things cost what they do, why we can't have everything." "I know, mother. Just forget what I said." She put her arm around her mother and Mrs, Lane, mollified, smiled through' her tears. Mr. Lane spoke. "By the way tal ing of young men, there's a t fellow helping me at the fil a- tic 1 don't know just hov got the I had a letter from the company saying they werc sending me an assistant, He's a likely look- you fellow, nice way with him, Maybe he'd be a nice fellow for to go out with." pricked up A new young man was man to her Janet ) Just another struggling clerk. No one who could -buy her dream house f a boy, probal who would k a Broadway movie, or gall at a revue a won ing's entertainment. She father hadn't mentioned him "What's his name?" Adelaide de- manded. "Let's see," 1 to S 00. rou Adelaide for her, thin Mr earched his Lane fine chap. That's it, James W He paused, waiting for commen "It's a nice name," Janet said re- en. NEW MARTIN Starting Thursday f The lightning-action Western drama Ll fighting youth whe was willing to be a worm . to get his chance to tum, when he did boy, you never saw such action on the cereen before! SEE IT! EXTRA FEATURES | Clancy At The Bat Basc«lall Comedy ON THE LEVEE Musical Promenade 8rd ~ Episode = 3rd | ACE = SCOTLAND Thrilling Talking Serial YARD | the | | Label CO Half Half Pound Pound 3 RED Label --time 4 43° When you awaken for LYONS" clean on the palate 2 Lyons & Co., Ltd., Terente luctantly. "Really a very nice name, | talk continues more or less stcad- James Warren," and to her surprise |ily, and there bas been much dis- she found, that merely speaking his {cussion based on former Premicr namie seemed to make him important and interesting. It was a good name, plain and simple and strong. He was probably a very knowable young fellow. Some day, perhaps, she would | meet him--she said the name again to herself, liking the sound of it, | "James Warren." " call him Jimmy." { To Be Continued Tomorrow | LABOR LOOKS BACK OVER BRIEF PERIOD OF PARTY'S REIGN Baldwin's mesgag to the Prim- rose League, in which lhe said in part: "It will be a year of bard work for the Conservative party. | We do not know how soon we may {again be in the midst of the tur- moil of a general election. It is [ 'spose his friends | only too obvious that the Socialist | in | increasing difficulties owing to its | party is finding itgelf involved inability to fulfil rash election promises. Big Reorganisation Needed Right Hop. J. H. Thomas, writ- ing in tbe Railway Review, with reference to one phase of the promises made previous to the el- ection: "It is true I have not yet solved says the problem of unemployment; but | how many people can honestly say they expected this to be done in gix 2 e continues: "An- months? He other problem to contend with js AID AT CALGARY HAS FATAL ENDING | Detective Kills Narcotid Smuggling Suspeci--- Seven Arrested Calgary, Jan, 8 ---One man i. { dead and seveu others are under {arrest as the resuit of a police | raid in a hotel herve in an effort {to break up an alleged varcotic smuggling ring. Charles Grummy, of Saskatoon, was shot to | death by Detective Patterson as he confronted the police officer in a { Toom of the hotel after the seven { other men had been hurried out | of the building. R 1 2) i a | likely to rage." 1 Grummy attempted to draw gun when he was discovered. Pat- "etective shot *hat of the basic industries of coal, iron and steel, which are all equip- | ' Fh ped with out-of-date machinery ana | evspn said, and i} which are divided into too many | "VR 0 SC as: lore. 2s 10 units. Consequently they are in- | Gi RY iin . bh at on i ion efficient and disunited. There will | *T¢Y. Hegina, but 2 is ------ oday reveale e ide ity, o have to be a tremendous reorgan- | Jods Te OL He Me H {ization in the industry requiring |"° previo He Y London, Jan. 8.,--Labor's idea of the results of its period of seven : oie i m-------------- months' government of Great priejtime and demanding bard work." tain ie interestingly voiced by the | Labor mouth-piece, The Daily Her- | ald, which says, interference to this matter: "Abroad, the Government's high- | er conception of international duty | has produced a completo re-orien- | i tation of former relationships in both the Old and New Worlds. | | British leadership in the cause of | | international law has taken the {world a mighty step towards the | goal of the Porliament of Man and |the Federation of the World, i Real Attempt Made + 'In conversations with President { Hoover at Washington and on the { Rapidan, the Prime Minister laid | the foundation for a real attempt to grapple with the burden of ar- | maments, Equally in its dealings | with peoples living under the gha- | dow of arbitrary power Labor has | {opened the path to better thing | India, Egypt and Ceylon verge of | a new era wherein the will to live |and develop and be freed frig. an- . "At home the Nation has enter-| ed on a period of social reform | | and reconstruction unique in poli- | tieal history." | | The Labor commentator's ideas { upon the outlook for 1980, so far | as politics is concerned, is less roseate, for he says: | "The Government faces a series | of 'harrass problems. Storm ¢louds are gathering in India; the Cofiference presents a net of complications; Liberals {and Tories are embarking on a cal- {culated campaign of obstruction. | "With the New Year, however, | comes the harvesting of much {seed sown. 1t is seven months to day sivce widows' pensions into force. With increasing rapid- ity the Labor government's scheme will begin to make a breach in un- cmployment, Democratic Budget Adumbrateo "Then, to come, is Chancellor Snowden"s democratic budget, ar- ound which one of the steruest po- litical battles of modern times fis | Government Organ Holds | View Much Has Been Accomplished | "Sometimes democracy is curiously ent, dangerous and . treacherous, "The temptatior a nd those who are familiar with it wnhn ust it least." ~George Bernard Shaw. | increases Nowadays, people take Aspirin for many little aches and pains, and as often as they encounter any pain. Why not? It is a proven anti- dote for pain. It works! And -Aspirin tablets are abso- lutely harmless, You have the medical profession's word for that; they do not depress the heart. So, don't let a cold "run its course." Don't wait for a head- ache to "wear off." Or regard neuralgia, neuritis, or even rheum- atism as something you must en- dure. Only a physician can cope came you ean always turn to an Aspiels tablet for relief, Aspirin is always available, and it never fails to help. Familiarize yourself with its many uses, and avoid a lot of needless suffering. The prediction of a battle royal | over the budget is certain of fulfil- { ment, Yor already statistics indi- | cate that Mr. Snowden may bave {to meet a deficit of §100,000,000 on March 31st. With the unemployment shadow { darkening and the storm in India rising, the outlook for the governs ment is far from cheerful in whe | next few months, General election lg -- THE 'ARCADE' DOLLAR DAYS Thursday - Friday - Saturday HUNDREDS OF MONEY SAVING BARGAINS SER THE WINDOW DISPLAYS Our Counters are Piled High with Special _ Priced Merchandise A pair of Qur Best Quality Silkk Hose (Your Choice of any of our Various Lines) -- FREE with every $10.00 Purchase | Special F eature FREE