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she said, for lack of any other comment. Ce- Jeste turned on Kate her haggard eyes. Y “I used to be able to play really,” she said. “But you still can!” “It’s ghastly,” said Celeste. “I know it is. And so do you. But how can you play the piano without time or energy to practice? I'm always going to have some just the next day or the next week or the next Winter or the next Summer. But I never find it. I never will. We squeeze all the energy out of our livés, We'll all go home and reappear Saturday- night at the dinner at the Hunter Club, and dance and say the same things over until we eat scrambled eggs and bacon at 4 o'clock Sunday morning.” Kate patted her arm. “Go home and get some sleep,” she advised. ®You're just a little low. We all get that way.” “But I stay low,” answered Celeste bitterly. Then she wrapped her coat around her with 8 gracefull, languourous gesture, wiped the bit- terness from her face with a smile and went downstairs. ATE followed. Mike was talking to Blake. She called to him across the room, and he signaled that he was coming. They were all saying good night to the Ludlows. The usual adjectives—the same agreeable compliments— and the cars started « “Why do you always want to stay so late”™ she asked, after they were home. “Can't you see how tired I am—how badly I need sleep?” “Well, why don't you go and get some now?"” he asked reasonably, and yet with a touch of strain in his voice. “That's what I'd like to do.” “But you weren’'t up with the baby all last night. And you slept all afternoon in a Turkish bath.” “What if I did?” s “Well, I can’t do things like that. And I don't see how you can carry on your business with any success from a Turkish bath.” “Or with the encouragement I get from my wife,” he added. “Wel, I don’t know what this is all about.” “Oh, I'm just tired,” she said, with a break in her voice. - “Then go to bed!” But even in bed she lay prickling with irrie Gations. She was sure that, even if she had scemed unreasonable, she was fundamentaily reasonable, Michael wasn't sympathetic. And as she drifted off to sleep the thought of the court house contract tangled with her last arguments. It was that odd pain in her back that bothered her. And ‘the tight bands of pain in her head. She didn’t tell Michael about them. She didn’t want to bother him, especially after that mess over the tiles for the new court house. He had lost that contract. Old Mr, Harrison had said that if Mike had come to ,him in time, it never would have happened. But after the award was made, on the day of the Ludlow party, there was no getting around the decision without stirring up a mess and perhaps some lawsuits that might not help any one. They all said that no outside firm would ever again put over anything like that. But that did not help the Carrs. © Mike séemed to be waiting for Kate to say something about it. He had been almost hostile. “Oh, we’ll have to get three times as many small jobs, that's all,” he said, and added, “or not.” Sometimes he was like that—sullen, They had-gone to the movies with the Mer- rills, that night—the second show—and back afterward to the Merrill house. In the course of the evening Mike had grown much more cheerful. But it wasn't going to help finan- cially, if Mike was charming and cheerful in the evening when there was no money to be made, at the expense of being entirely different in the daytime. Kate was worried about him. And about herself. There must be something wrong with her head. It couldn’t ache like that unless there was something wrong. She began to vision operations. But the doctor said there was nothing wrong. She had gone to his office’ without telling ony one, and waited for an hour and a half while men and women with haunted eyes went in ahead of her. “You're probably a little nervous,” he said. “I think the headache is just nerves, and the pain in your back can be explained in much the same way. Perhaps you haven't been getting enough sleep.” Kate told him how that was. Still he didn’t care. He didn't think she was an important case. She went out of his office, with a prescription for a mild sedative in her purse, and a few suggestions, and felt rather ashamed of having been so concerned over her- self. She had the prescription filled. Tonight when she was going to bed, she would have some of it. Not at 8 o'clock as the label said, because they were going to the McKinnons’ for dinner and bridge. SHE had tried to back out of this party to- night, but Michael had wanted to go. He liked Alec and always had a good time at the McKinnons®. “Come on. Eate. She closed her door, put on a negligee and lay down on the chaise longue. Relaxation was one of the things the doctor had suggested, but it did not seem to come. She picked up the magazine she had bought and turned over the pages. A personal article about an actress whom she had always liked, signed by another distinguished name, caught her eye. She began to read. She read for five minutes, and then her at- tention seemed fixed. She was reading one paragraph over and over. “Of course, Elinor Eustis has hundreds of warm friends, and it is remarkable that she has kept their devotion when she sees so little of most of them. There are few women who enjoy gayety as she does, or can add as much to it in an unforced, completely natural manner. But those who see her at a party always try %0 talk to her before midnight, because about that time—often before, but surely not later— Miss Eustis will invariably go home. It is one Be a sport” he had said to THE SUNDAY of her habits which indicates how great a responsibility she fezls her work to be. As she says, she can't stay up all night. Her work is too important. So, with her usual complete- ness of decision, she doesn’t.” That was all Kate read. Her mind seemed to go off at a tangent from Elinor Eustis as she read that phrase “important work.” She WASHINGTON, D. C, MARCH 23, felt vaguely as if she were personally insulted. “How about my work?” she wanted to ask al- most any one. “It's just as important as what she's doing.” She felt, with the conviction that so luckily comes to married women every now and then, that nothing else in the world com- pared in importance with the work of trying to form the lives of other people. Three children American Lead Production. LAS'!' year the United States led the world in lead Nearly 60 per cent of the entire production of the world came from this country, making a radical shift of recent years from the former ratio of about 10 per cent to Europe's nearly 90 per cent. Statisticians estimate that _prior to 1800 no more than about 5,000,000 tons of lead had been set -at 57,000,000 tons, States has supplied nearly 30 per cent. ‘The useful properties of lead have served mankind since prehistoric days, lead as a con- stituent of bronze being used by ancient people as far back as the time of the Swiss lake dwellers. In all probability, however, these peo- the discovery of lead is given to of Phrygia, in Asia Minor, by Pliny. reign was supposed to have anteda of Christ by 1,000 years. There are thorities, however, who declare that Ci used flattened lead as money a thousand years The Red Sea vicinity yielded the early Egyptians, and the Assyrians T known to have used lead as early as~the fif- teenth century before Christ. Moses men! lead in the Bible in some places. The Phoenicians worked lead mines in Cyprus, Sardinia and Spain, and the ancient Greeks are supposed to have obtained the metal from the silver mines of Laurium. The ancient Britons mined lead and traded it to the Phoenicians for products of the East, and the Carthaginians engaged in lead mining after the Phoenicians. The Romans at the height of their power carried on lead mining in what is now Belgium, England, Prance, Rumania, Sardinia, Spain and Italy. Pipe found in the ruins of Pompeii testifies to the extent of the use of the metal by the Romans, while pigs of lead found in Britain indicate the activities during the Roman oecupation. The first authentic record of mining and smelting of-lead in the United States was at Falling Creek, Va, in 1621, when the lead was sought for bullets. Some years later, in 1850, lead was produced in New England, and. by Jesuit missionaries in Arizona. The Mississippi valley mines were first operated in 1720 under a grant from the French King. During the Revolutionary War lead was pro- duced for bullets in many parts of the colonies, but this gave little indication of the extent of the lead industry to come. ~ " With the birth and expansion of industry in this country, and the arrival of the “machine age,” however, the lead mines and smelters came int> their own, and the production has been stimulated to a point where much of in- dustry in this country hangs on the production of the lead mines. 1'he Gargoyle 1n the Snow. By Kathleen Millay. The gargoyle looked at the snowing town, Bending lower—bending low— His old stone elbows reaching high To touch the early snow. The gargoyle looked at the sleeping town, Bending lower—bending down— And he said, there’s nothing new for the world to know. Four hundred years I'vc watched the town, Leaning farther—reaching down— And there’s never another way for a child to grow. Four hundred years, four hundred years, Of love and laughter, blood and tears, Of feast and famine, weal and woe— * And there’s never another way for the Seine to flow. And high and lonely, cold and lone, The gargoyle wept a tear of stone— Four hundred weary years I've leaned For priest and penitent and fiend, And there’s no new way for a man to sin And no new way to atone. Spring and Summer, Winter, Fall, The people cry and the swallows call, And I am old beneath the empty snow— Bending lower—bending—bending—low— “Well, I guess 'll go up,” he said. “Thig is pretty late for a fellow who gets up. in the morning.” and a husband. That job took talent, if you did it well. It took sleep, too—and strength. She heard Mike come upstairs, His very step sounded discouraged tonight. It was all wrong. He was young; he was really come got up and started to® dress. f There were eight people at the McKinnons’, Just two tables of bridge. It was late when they started to play for after dinner Celeste had gone to with rather more interest than usual. some modern music that was amiliar to Kate. They were things she had n perfected, she explained. She get to work on them as soon as said it automatically, but without much pectation, and finally left the piano for bridge table. Kate played bridge with John Merrill, Blake and Celeste took them on. went up and down and finally a growing loss for Kate and John. They cut for new partners. Kate still lost. And a chime clock an Celeste’s mantel struck 11:30. : They all looked at her. “What's the matter?” “Not a thing in the world except that I want to get to bed by 12.” “But we haven’t finished the rubber.” “Well,” said Kate, “we finished a lot eof other rubbers.” “Your luck will turn,” said Blake cheerfully. “Not tonight it won't. Because there isn't going to be any more of it. Googd night, every- From the other table Mike heard vaguely what was going on. “What's the matter?” he asked. “It's early.” “It will be midnight by the time we get home.” < “Doing a Cinderella?” asked Helen. “A more or less permanent Cinderella,” Alec stood up and came over. “Didn't they treat you right? Aren't you having a good time?” “I've had an especially good time, the best dinner I've had in months. - And your musie, Celeste, was nicest of all.” “I'm glad.” Kate spoke to Celeste by herself. “You don't mind if I go home? It's just be- cause it’s been such a good party that I want to go home while I'm not too tired to enjoy it.” “Go along,” Celeste encouraged her,