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Ee Cd A dt a 8 Lincoln Mac- the richest boy in town of the nicest, is interested -_ she, much to 's disgust, shows a - ence for Barry du Spain, and dreamer. 8 pretty tical comes to Cot. to visit her cousin, Ines Link's wealth attracts her, and she uses her wiles to him to her feet. Almost his will he falls in love And at the thought Scott's g Mrs, ackensie Barbara finds unaccountably distressed. impulse Barry and Bar- end go to his old e. Resolutely Bara- herself to the hard- mew life and to the of her irresp d. Link's wedding as Marianne has re- existence of a husband she is. getting a di- izing that y she wants, breaks ent. Two years have 's marriage. tired, over-worked the restless Barry, ing frequency, seeks t away from home. A old woman in San Francisco offered to send Barry to New ork and pay his expenses there frst i gi if H i hi fH ib IL 5 3 $11 ih il . BARBERRY BUSH One Girl's Marriage Problems By KATHLEEN NORRIS of. HE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1928 Et Ch A At Lh ct = Ss HE As TR DTS TS TR TTT Tey while he is Jetting his start as a ox ht. Barbara tries to make im that his family needs his support, but he deserts, never- theless, ackenszie arrives just in time to rescue her from a desperate situation, INSTALMENT 24 No one spoke to Barbara about Barry, But one day, after she left the hospifal, she faced the subject courageously with Amy. It was a wet, warm day, with soft rain spattering on the new lilac leaves and making coffee-colored rivers along the curbs. Amy lived in the home of the senior Duffys now; she and Ward had the whole upper floor to themselves, Barbara and Kate were with them, Ward's mother had an orphaned grandson of four to raise, and that meant that Kate had a companion, The elder Mrs. Duffy was a gentle, simple woman, always busy with front parlor curtains, or lemon meringue pies in a very dream of an old-fash= ioned kitchen, So Amy and Barbara could murmur on upstairs uninter- ruptedly for hours, and it was in those hours of rest and content that Barbara quite tangibly felt her heart begin to heal, | Amy, busy with baby clothes, would take the rocker, Barbara would lie stretched upon the old walnut bed, sometimes with Kate moored in the circle of her arm. Through the dormer windows the high foliage ol the pear and maple trees moved in the sweet spring breezes and the rain drummed softly on the roof. night I was taken ill, I suppose?" Barbara asked one day, "No, we couldn't,' Amy answered in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice, "No bog knew exactly how to reach hifi, you see. That was Christmas eve, and we couldn't get anything out of you, you were too sick, An by the day after Christmas you were so well that everything seemed to be going too nicely to scare him. But it 'was two-days before New Year's that the fever came i "I don't remember that time in there at alll" "No, I know you don't. You simply lay there like a log--oh, good heay- ens, what days for us alll" Amy said with a shudder. "We wired New York then, to an address we foun on a letter down at the ranch, but we found out later Barry never got that wire. That day and the next, and New Year's day, they simply didn't give us any hope at all--it was the most frightful thing I ever lived through! And then a note came for you from Barry, giving a New York address, and we could write. But by that time the worst was over," ' There was a silence, during which all the things Amy dared not say hung almost audibly in the air, Bar- bara ley musing, one hand under her cheek, y "He never should have left you," Amy said, against her own will, after a while, Barbara raised: conscious eyes to her sister's and nodded slightly, "No, of course not!" she conceded quickly, uneasily, "Although, of course, he couldn't know that Slinder and all the rest of it would happen," she added, "He knew you weren't well," Amy had to say in spite of herself, "Yes, I.know. But having a baby isn't really being sick," Barbara ar- f | gued, a faintly anxious expression in her eyes as she watched Amy's face. Amy was afraid of exciting her, and only offered a soothing: ROGERS with «a BATTERYLESS > yy A LIN +9) ¥ "TE i that many wise men wil give thee families this Christmas will be this glorious "Four-Ninety" Console--the finest of all the new, 1929 Rogers-Batteryless Models. We say "wise men", because any other comparable radio would cost considerably more and it wouldn't be a Rogers. This is the fourtk Christmas since Rogers blazed the trail for Batteryless Radio and set the standard in quality and performance for practically all of the electric sets that are on the market £kis Christmas. Today more Rogers-Batteryless Radios are sold than all other electric sets combined! The new "Four-Ninety" is a marvel of radio engineering by Rogers; a masterpiece of fine cabinet making by Malcolm. As only a limited number of this de luze model have been made, only 2 limited number will be available for sale in this community. For those who demand the utmost in electric radio, there can be no substitute for 2 Rogers-Batteryless. You can pay more for your Christmas radio, of course, but if you're wise you'll sey it with a Rogers and be sure. 5 Will there be a RogersBatteryless Radio in your home this Christmas? If you see to meet the us af once, there will be. Rogers tremendgus ion facilities have been strained to the utmost production ed 4 us demand this season. So get your order in immediately. Generator & Starter Co., Ltd. 15 Church St., Oshawa Ba I SBF S BRS SHI HAS) "Somebody wired Barry that firet| "Barry never was like any ong else, anywa, "Ror Barbara agreed eagerly: a little color creeping. into the cheeks that had been pale so long. "He wouldn't see it--see doing a thing He hat the way any other man wo 2's sion of their own home, Barbara and Kate and Prof. Atherton would con- tinue to board at Mrs, Duffy's, There was no -patricular thrill init, there was no mad excitement and surprise, but it all worked out with sensible ease, Nobody criticized or asked awkward questions, Barbara Ather- ton's husband was in New York and she and her father and little girl were at the Duffys', that was all, The school was delighted to wel- come her back; she had always been a good teacher, and she was a better teacher now, Looking at her own life from a detached point of view, Barbara had to admit that there was nothing sensational about it all, Occasionally she had bitter storms of tears to fight, when the tragedy of 'the whole disillusioning experience seemed to tear at her heart, when the memories of Barry and their young love, their jokes and labors on the old ranch together, their talks by the fire, and the icy nights when they consulted anxiously over the baby's basket, were almost more than When Amy and Ward took posses- N/ New Shipments of practical things she could bear. But these times grew less frequent as the weeks wore on, and as she came to realize how much her content and health meant to those about her, and how little they cared for her secret shame and suf- well, strangely independent and apathetic, yet there was an odd satisfaction in knowing herself mand, term at school, Link," she said walking slowly to his house, "But if Barry's play really does go on this spring and does well at all, prob- ably Kate and I'll go east as soon as the hot weather is over." "And should you be glad to gd?" the man asked after a pause. "Well--under certain circumstances, yes. But, of course, I have infinitely less responsibility here," Barbara answered, "You love him, don't you?" Link asked simply, with a disarming smile, She could smile back unoffended. "I'm his wife." "Yes, I know." He ended on a discontented note, and Barbara laugh- ed, "It seems to me you're awfully brave about all this, Barberry Bush," day," she answered, with a faint little frown as she tried to put her thought into words. "I try not to worry about what may happen or may not!" "Your father put the mortgage on his house," he reproached her. on owing you all that money for- ever." "Forever! There was no hurry." She laughed indifferently. "As if you hadn't done enough! The mortgage doesn't worry dad, you know, and it makes me feel a million times easier, I didn't want the whole town to think that Limk Mackenzie had paid all my bills." Link sniffed contemptuously. "As if it mattered what the town thinks!" "Well," Barbara said temperately, after a moment's thought, "I think it matters what the town thinks. And as tor what I owe you in other ways than dollars and cents," she added with a little emotion, "therc'll never be any computing--or any repaying e" The weeks began to slide by, and Barbara grew rosier and stronger. Sometimes Link joined them all at the Duffy's supper table, sharing canned corn and tea biscuits with the rest, carrying Kate upstairs for Bar- bara, when Kate collapsed into slum- ber in her chair. Sometimes he join- ed Barbara and Amy and Ward for a Sunday drive, or got tickets for them all for a concert or a movie. A thousand little intimacies sprang up between him and Barry du Spain's wife. He came to know Barbara's various frocks, would praise the dotted swiss, recommend that she carry her blue coat. He would telephone to ask if Kate's sniffles had amounted to any- thing, to ask Barbara to tell her fa- ther there was an article about spi- ders in the Scientific World. Bar- bara knew how he liked his tea, now, and Link knew that she hated cipar smoke and saxophones and loved little bags of jelly beans and cross- word §, and--above all--cro- quet. it was the foolish old game that brought the first real color back to ber cheeks, and the first ring of her own peculiar excitement and enthusi- asm to her voice. She loved to play, and she played vigorously well. Al- most Saturday afternoon during puis gin f+ og when the fruit blos- soms came out in a flood and the locusts wore their tassels and the bridal wreath foamed like a snowy fountain at the foot of the lawn, L was croquet at the Macken- When Link's father came out to watching the game, smiling at her dash and , it was with a pleasure and pride that she back at him. She was mot a now, and a woman with a history and position in the the town. She was again an hot-faced, breathless girl, push- her hair off a damp fore- running over the green grass, fanning herself with her 'hat while the others play. Link himself looked at mothing unusual in his though all the others mot know that her slim, figure in its shabby cottons, blazing head, was the center scene. Sometimes they sitate and flush, happily y and self-consciously, spoke to her. in the spring mornings, when 2 i her dozen small, children, he would stop at the for a few minutes of casual with Barbara. Often, when she gone back 'to Mrs. Duffy's in carly afternoon for her late luncheon in the kitchen, and her re- discovery of Kate, changing every day, and every day a delicious sur- fering as long as she could bear them | She might feel strangely alone, as she rearranged her whole scheme, | equal to the de- | x "I've promised to finish out this |' to {A him one afternoon when they were ° Link added a little awkwardly, after , use. | 3 'Only because I'm taking it day by ,. "He had to, Link. We couldn't go | { b arriving, and amongst ments are wonderful last minute pur- chases on which we have been able to save you real money. Need Any More Christmas Greeting Cards Buy them here on Saturday by the 4 box. We are clearing | £3 boxes at a ridiculous price, beautifully colored cards and en- velopes in a fancy box. FOr ..oiiiiiiiss sesirscsnnsivenisnn 25 only Marble Bedroom Clocks | i Balance of a special purchase lot : that were bought for a previous sale, Assorted colors and shapes, Excel- lent time keepers, Saturday, each ........c..oininene A Beautiful Big Baby Doll | - with Crying Voice Measures 23 inches high. Attractive- ly dressed in blue or pink dress with hat to match. On sale Saturday .... esssrsnsssnsnssesnsns 12 doz. only Sheffield Stainless Steel Knives the most popular are continually these ship- 150 18 just 25¢ On sale 19¢ 69c First quality, 2 sizes, dinner and des- sert. Strong white bone handles. Less than half their usual cost. On sale Saturday, 90800000000 sesssssssscs sssssess 4. LA - GIFT STOCKS ARE STILL VERY COMPLETE PES CORES COOISIERE IRE FO ROC PERE ORO Ones ANTA, of course, can be depended upon to m a k e baby happy on Christmas day with toys ++. but it remains for the 3 rest of us to select cun- ning gifts of apparel. Dresses ..$1.00 to $1.95 Coats .....85¢c to $2.25 Bonnets .,.75¢c to $1.98 Bibs .. .....20c to 78¢ Quilts ...$1.95 to $2.50 Carriage Covers 3ootees ,....50c to 85¢ He was very quiet, entirely 'inex- acting, his squarely built figure, in the comfortable loose tweeds he wore, his fine, keen, homely face, with its sunburned hard cheeks and gray eycs, came to be a sort of comforting, unfailing prop and background to her life. Sometimes he saw her at a dis- advantage worried about money, tired, despondent; and being a wo- man, she knew it. But the next time they met, when she was rested, groomed, confident again, she would know that he was no less friendly, that perhaps, indeed, he liked her bet- ter for the memory of the tear- stained cheeks and disordered hair, when she had had to turn to him for advice Now and then he said to her cheer- fully and casually: "Any news from Barry?" And she would have to answer with a little stain of brighter color in her face and with a courageous level look from unsmiling eyes: "Not a word." Presently they Yo could talk of Barry, a privilege Barbara enjoyed with no other person in the world. Link was lenient, interested and gen- crous. "Queer boy, Barry," he would com- ment mildly. "That's exactly what he is," Bar- bara would agree. "Amy and my father can't see it. But he's 2 queer oy. "Well, you know him, Barbara. What do you supposell be the next move?" She would wrinkle her clear fore head, bring to meet his look the candid blue of her beautiful eyes. "Link, I haven't the remotest ideal Sometimes I think that if his play succeeds he'll want us to come on. * x x Link never made her self-conscious, never said to her a word that the whole world might mot hear. every one of the lazy spring days in- trenched him a little more deeply in her life, He came to know every phase of her existence; he knew which of the kindergarten children she tractable and lovable, which were difficult and and unfriendly. For his benefit she quoted, or even unpersonated, their mothers. , He knew her problems; the question of Kate's map, the shabbiness of the coat that had to be lined the weather was warm permit her to spare it. It pleased glance that made she had made mo mistake spring hat, the small whi was pulled down so far and ly on her blazing hair. They did not always talk wi they were together. Sometimes bata, on the front seat gd ie TL SErites Hnit together. * were raise fore she lowered her lids again with- out comment. "The only thing that mattered now was that they should not miss a few moments' chat, miss communication prise, Link would come in, perhaps only for five minutes. : on one score or another every twenty- four hours. And day after day Link appeared at the school, at the house, at Amy's, quiet. square-built, friendly, con- cerned. He was quite simple, quite frank about it. He would come naturally and unembarrassedly into Amy's new kitchen, never making any fuss about Babs, as Amy commented to Ward, but never willing to be anywhere but in Babs' immediate neighborhood. "It's my impression," said Amy, "that he'll get her so crazy about him that after awhile she'll go thro a divorce to him." And Ward, pursing his lips, con- sidering perhaps for the first time the advantage of baving a sister-in- law who was the richest woman in town, conceded that perhaps she was right. "I don't think they suspect it. I know she doesn't; she's just generally pleased to have things going well and Link so friendly," Amy added shrewd- ly. "The point of the whole thing will come when Barbara suddenly re- alizes that she's absolutely bound to Barry and that she's madly in love with Link." you think she is in love with him, y "Well, all ready to be, Good gra- cious, Ward, how could any woman help it?" (Copyright, 1928, By The Bell Syn- dicate, Inc.) 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