Evening Star Newspaper, June 18, 1931, Page 38

d brought the Boston ‘lfl(‘m‘nh just at the be- 1d rush seemed to have or Yotaing " had Bl ol r ed themthreu ey meon'llnue their edi e public librar department of hil, now 25, RSheh sencol 0 t}ae iron works. der_ sisters’ financial - Bl wag. fascinated. with that A ek ehiidren to 1 thre Senerted Mnen. Ariel. now 17, way be The luck R O per Vass. ucle- and aunt 5. 5 Dat was received coldly by Mrs. Chibp and her guests. INSTALLMENT X. AIL would not give in. She slept, waked, breakfasted, went to luncheon at some club in whose chintzy dressing room the girls were notably rude to her, watched her first polo game. would not give in. Van saw nothing. He was in great spirits, rushing from one thing to an- other—cocktails, bridge, tennis, swim- ming, polo, golf—at breakneck speed. By Saturday night all these were ex- hausted, radio and phonograph done their worst and it was decided that Mockerson’s offered the only pos- sible amusement. This was about 9 o'clock. Into cars they all accordingly piled and off into the night they went. Lenore was with Van in the front seat of the roadster, Gail and Fred Hunter in the rumble. But Van had been nice to Gail just in the last hour—had given her the sort of affectionate attention she had been 1y for, and his discontented, “Why'd it that W‘lg. Lenore? Wm.hy don’t ever get my * more than con- soled Gfil. mnot only for their distribu- tion for the trip, but to the idea of going to Mockerson's at all. Another bleak-looking table with & limp, tty cloth on it. They were all 80 tired they almost laid, their heads on the cloth and Gail was fcared when she saw the hip flasks and the red wine again. Van had driven like a crazy man on those steep, circuitous roads coming over. He certainly would not be in a condition to drive more care- fully going back. Of course, they would get back to the ranch somehow, but it ‘was frightening. Funny to think of herself at home glln tomorrow night playing solitaire. ell, one thing was sure—if she ever married Van Murchison, or any one like him, she would cures him of this sort of craziness. She looked at him beside her at the table and thought that he was much the best-looking, much the nicest of them all. He was too fine for this kind of thing. Any man would be ruined by too much of it. Mockerson's was as dull as ditch water tonight. There were parties in the curtained alcoves, shouting and singing, but the main room was empty. A heavy fog was rolling in from the sea. ‘The floor was dirty, the walls were dirty. Cigarette smoke was heavy in the air; the place reeked of stale wine. Soep filigrees decorated the mirrors and old-fashioned paper streamers and ro- settes festooned the fllthy ceiling. “I wonder if we're all crazy, Van, to race 120 miles for this? “Of course we are! H the way I work it out,” Van said. “Our immedi- ate ancestors used to come down here on bicycles, or by trains and walking, or on horseback, and they got raven- ously hungry and they came in here and found that you could eat your- self out of shape for a dollar—soup, ti, sour bread, chicken, good,. see? And they leaped out and told the world that thére was no food like Mockerson’s. But we— effete children of a new geperation —" “You're absolutely right, Van!” she said, half laughing and half serious. “Well, I am. Because, you see, never get hungry! We don't need all this food—" They were all getting quieter, in the heat and smoke, and under the influ- ence of the heavy, rich ‘food.” In an occasional pause they could hear the beating—beating on the. distant “You're awful cute!” Van sald af- fectionately, covering her hand with his own. . “We ought to be going,” Lengre de- cided. “This is too awfull” ‘They - staggered up the smelly un- painted stairs to the odorous damp bleak dressing room. Its window, on this raw night, was wide ;-ml; air blowing in deliciously cold and resh. “This won't do!” Geil said, going to close it. Standing beside it, both hands raised, she looked down at a pool of bright light at the tavern door-' ‘way below. Motor lights, house lights, ‘were shining fully on the stumbling MEAT- COUNTER ARE MORE open, the | t Toom. “Come here, Duchess, that's the color hair I mean!” Lucla sald sud- denly at Gall's elbow, also down. “Ash blonde—and that's & real ome. cogn! the hair, the curve of soft' cheek. It was Ariel Gall had a sick moment of of fterrov, What she saw, what it sig- was—evel rushed together in & complete demoralization of mind and senses. She remained at the window, still _g:lddinluxhflymtheuahthltm ‘pushed automatically downward. The lights in the black night below her wheeled and flashed; engines roared, the cars were gone. After a while she turned and fol- lowed the other girls downstairs, not kno ‘where she was nor what she was doing. Always her hands shook and her lips trembled. ‘There had been a rearrangement and she was next to Van on the drive home. ‘The cars shot away into the foggy m:m; the big engines throbbed on grade. ‘When they reached the top of the long rise Gail spoke for the first time: “Van, you saw those men and the two girls—the ones who were making s0_much noise?” She hesitated. She could not go on and betray Ariel! “Didn’t notice 'em specially. Why?” Van_shouted. “Oh, nothing!” And Gail, actually writhing, saying the soundless words of prayers with trembling lips, added no more. But her soul was sick. She needed sympathy, needed it desper- ately. She needed help, advice. But she could not get it here. It was like a horrible dream. She was miles, miles from home, from Phil and Edith and security and goodness and help. She was not even going home now; she was going back to Far Niente. “Van, how far are we from home?” “From_Los Gatos? Let's see—" ‘No. From Clippersville.” ‘Oh, Clippersville? Oh! Well, about —about 70 miles.” Seventy miles! They seemed to lfi blows. miles home tonight? doing away from home? Phil and Edith think she was? ‘The nightmare went on and on. Van was happily conversational now, but that only seemed part of it. Gail was mad with anxiety, burning with fever. His words only fretted her. Perhaps Edith and Phil were scouring the town for Ariel, telephoning Dorothy, tele- phoning the Lovelaces! And she not there! It was impossible that 12 hours | must pass before she could be home | again and know the ‘worst. Hours— hours! They proved to be. the longest through which she had ever lived. Vaguely secondary things penetrated the flaming wall of thought that shut her in. She realized, alone in her com- fortable cabin room, that she was not going to sleep. The clock’s hands now stood, oddly enough, at the half hour after 3. Darkness outside—so it was night. She was up on Chipps’ ranch, wakeful in the night. They had gone to Mockerson's—— ‘Then sne must have fallen asleep, for she was awakened by the other girls' laughter and voices at 10 and roused herself, stiff and half sick. She took a shower in the deserted cabin and crept down to the main cabin for breakfast, only anxious to avoid notice, '& secure the earliest possible escape for me. This attitude perhaps, the indifferent absent mood, was what she might suc- céssfully have taken all the time. Every one was to: het ‘now; shie was sud- denly one of themselves. Van moved his place to sit next to her, and even the haughty Lenore said thoughtfully, as she admiringly studied Gail's pale face, “I simply adore that shadowy, Russian-sort of skin!” They were all going up to San Mateo, for it appeared that Van was to take the place of a missing polo player. Every one was very much excited about the game. It would all have been smooth sailing today. But she was in a fever to get home. Van's arguments, his pléading fell on deaf ears. “Come on, a sport! We'll leave the clyb the minute the game is over,” Van said persuasively, looking very handsome in his loose flannels, with his burned face, Indian brown, by contrast. “I'll have you home by 8 o’clock.” “I've got to send,some one over for some things,” his aunt added hospit- ably. “I can send a message to your sister. “T'll go with whomever you send!” She leaped at the chance. She could hear nothing else—think of nothing else—but home. In the end she had her way and was established in the roomy, empty back of the big closed car, with Mason and Annie in the front seat. Van saw her off reproachfully. " “Why don't you stay and swim, any- bargains delicious WHEN SEASONED WITH In cooking meat, the combina- tion of sugar and salt blends tastefully with the meat juices. Evry day your meat dealer offers cheap cuts of meat which have an irresistible ap- peal to your sense of thrift. And you can give any of these cuts an irresistible taste appeal by seasoning them with sugar. Of course salt should be added to the meat as it cooks, to overcome flatness. But the value of ‘adding sugar is that it develops and {eightens the flavor of the meat in a _way no. other ingredient can. Try a dash of sugar to season pot—rou‘tl, braised lamb and veal, stews and meat loaf.” In boiling corned beef or ham, add at least a half cup of sugar to the water. “A dash of sugar to a pinch of salt” is also a fin¢ seasoning for {resh or canned vegetables. Flavor and season with sugar. The Sugar Institute. @3 “Flavor and season with Sugar” » | would be ‘The world that was all pleasure— , polo, tennis, frocks, trips—cl her as & pool closes e seoseriny st 3¢ the o floundered for a few miles on highway, to in“the Icng file of be home before 3 Sunday ) Well, ‘would o'clock. 8hs m nified, where she was and where: Arlel | gig ht , were were safe! Gall's heart was suffocating her as she descended from the back seat into the heavenly green shadiness of the old garden and catching up her heavy suit- case, ran for the side door. On the threshold of the quiet, shaded kitchen .she short. Edith was dividing her attention between a light refection of artichokes and bread pudding and a book, “Martin Chuzzle- wit.” Ariel, dainty and cool, was sit- at the other end of the kitchen table, cleaning gloves in gasoline. For & moment, re' of feeling made Gall feel actually and weak. But if Ariel saw anything amiss her le of surprise and welaome gave no of it and Edith's delight covered other emotions for a space. “Oh, Gall, we didn’t expect you until suppertime! Oh, darling did you have % good time? Was it fun? I've been thinking and —but you've not had lunch!” Edith was in her arms, was racin about the kitchen eagerly, mixing ic tea, taking rolls from the old black THURSDAY They stayed the. mont,” said the eager Edith. ‘Then—then. the’, Sy 3 at Mackerson’s first g : ngz ing that it one of their Sunday. night ust be nt. Shel- Inmmdwue. LOCALS.LONG DISTANCE MOVING CRATING PACKING 8 SHIPPING' AGENTS ALLIED VAN LINES . 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