Evening Star Newspaper, January 8, 1933, Page 71

TON, D. C, JANUARY & me more than that. I won't ever marry him.” “Of course you will, little idiot.” “I won't. Well, anyway, I won’t marry him unless he gives me grounds for a PBreach of promise suit.” And that was the only concession that Judith Brooke could get from her. HE next day Nancy was still angry and very hurt. And, just as a great actress draws on her private grief to improve a new role, and a great singer always sings better when her heart is broken, Nancy, who was really a good copywriter, brought her secret sorrow to the office. 1 akes a Terrible Beatmng NNEDY a man’s. You have to go to expensive places for the sort of thing I mean, but they’ll make the other girl's look like something out of a church rummage sale.” “All right. But, remember, I'm depending on you.” So I went to work. Oh, was that your ear? Sorry. I always say life would be a lot easier for hairdressers if ladies were born without ears. No, I know it isn’t your fault, but they get in the way. I fixed that lady’s hair back over the top of her ears—like this, see? It looked swell. Gave her a sort of an air, if you know what I mean. Some change from the way she had it yanked back and she was pleased right away when she saw what it did for her. “Maybe you were right,” she admits. “Sure. Wait till Miss Jacqueline does her I called in Jacky and explained what I wanted. I guess she thought I was crazy be- cause us hairdressers don’t usually pay much ttention to things like that, but Jacky's a smart kid and she caught on. “Bring madam the right cosmetics,” I tells her. “And show her the best way to use them. Not too much, remember! Just darken he brows and lashes a little and no rouge. No eye shadow, either, for the daytime. A pretty cark lipstick, I think, eh, Jacky?” “Madam has lovely skin—too bad she’s neg- lected it,” I hears Jacky say as I starts to my next customer. “If you'd let me give you a facial once a week, we'd soon——"" But I couldn’'t wait. After all, I'd spent more time than I should with that dame and I had my job to do. But after I finkshed my next lady I went back to see what had happened. 'The lady was just ready to leave and you never saw s0 big a difference. She looked swell. Really. And say, was she tickled! She gave us both big tips and starts to leave, smiling all bver. I pocketed my dollar and figured my time had been well spent. “Let me know how things turn out,” I says fo her. i “I will,” she promises. “I'll come in next eek for another wave, and a facial, too, I guess.” Well, I sort of forgot about her. You know ow it Is in our business—one lady right after another with hardly any way to tell them part except the tips or if they're getting bald. [But when that lady came in the next Saturday I recognized her right away and I was glad to see how happy she looked. She was g as if some one’d left her a million. So, I says to myself, it worked. “Well,” I greets her, “another wave like the last one?” She smiles at me. “No,” she says. “Just a shampoo. No wave.” “What? After the way I fixed—-—" “Oh, don't worry about that,” she says in a kind 'voice. “That was a lovely wave, but I don't meed it any more and anyway, I don’t have time in my job to keep running out to hairdressers to get waves and facials and all ‘Rat. I just came in to see you because I prom- ised. I've got work to do.” “But the boss and the little girl with curls and——" I was flabbergasted. She gave a sort of snort. “The boss and the little girl with curls! I hope she’s happy with him.” “Do you mean they got married after all?” “Well,” she says, “I don’t know all the de- tails. All I know is that he eloped with her and with a big slice of the firm’s money at the same time. They're still looking for them. I'm not sorry he never looked at me, I might have been fool enough——" she stops there. “But you,” I begins. “Oh, don't worry about me. The president of the company called me in after Pierce de- camped and told me he thought I was the businesslike type that thought and acted like a man and so he gave me Pierce’s job.” (Copyright, 1933.) Sugar Raising Saved L & HE sugar cane industry of the United States was threatened with entire extinction back in the days just following the World War when mosaic disease broke out in Louisiana. This plant disease is fatal to the cane and its spread was rapid all through the sugar bowl of the lower Mississippi. Little was known about the disease and any effective remedies were hard to find. Federal plant experts tackled the prob- lem from another angle and through the de- velopment of a mosaic-resistant strain of cane from imported varieties, the sugar growing has been restored to an acreage which compares favorably with thai planted before the out- break of mosaic disease. They ran a new ad the next day, though it took all Nancy's influence and ability and young charm to put it over. For the new ad carried a stern drawing of a scene in a court room, and the copy read, with appropriate sketches: Exhibit A— one diamond bracelet Exhibit B— one mauve negligee Exhibits C. D, T— defendant’s love letters BUT No bor of candy has ever figured in @ divorce suit or a breach of promise case. Affectionately admiring, yet deliciously non-incriminating, SUSSKIND'S SWEETHEART CHOCOLATES ARE THE WISE MAN'S INSPIRED GIFT. To Mr. Susskind’s relief, it did not prove such bad psychology. For penniless youths were glad to insinuate that their ladies were dangerous, and older men found it amusing to send the box to ladies who really were dangerous. And sales mounted persistently. But St. Lawrcnce Vail gulped the ad with his morning coffec, guessed that his kitten was showing her claws and sheepishly departed for a golf tournament in North Carolina. Every night Nancy’s rage mounted at the receipt of a large box of red roses—no card inclosed—and a telegram: Miss Nancy Chatham 17 East Ninth Street New Yofk City They are putting on a great tournament down here stop Wish you were here stop Marvin played three holes under par today stop Won- derful weather stop Be a good girl and don’t work too hard Nancy stop St Law- rence Vail Nancy tossed that one to Judith Brooke the night that two of the three weeks had expired. Judith laughed as she read it. “The only thing I can see, Nancy, is for you to go to some island where there’s no flonist or telegraph service. You might take my cot- tage off the coast of Maine. Why don't you? The boat goes over tomorrow. Then we'll see what Saint can dn.” Judith Brooke, dea exr machina. Judith did not tell Nancy, who had secretly foresworn the sex, thai Owen Brooke, her fa- vorite nephew, was presumably studying for the bar exam in the adjoining cottage on her island. If there were o world’s record for getting en- gaged, Judith had no doubt that Owen would be the title holder. He was the typical college boy, always engaged, although Judith suspected that he had never seriously considered the con- vention of marriage, except perhaps when he was cramming for a sociology quiz. NANCY landed on the little island at high tide late the next evening. Early in the morning she ran out, surveyed the enchanting gray and blue cottage in the sunlight, approved of it, and then raced to the beach and lay in the sun. A large moss- covered rock broke the wind from the east. She lay there a long time, reveling, you might say, in her broken heart. Stray quota- ticns drifted across her consciousness, and she murmured them in melancholy delight. . . . He will not come, she said; She wept I am aweaty, aweary, O God, that I were dead. And: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew; In silence she reposes, O would thaet I did, too. “I repose in silence all right,” Nancy thought; “in fact,“you might say, I'm incommunicado.” And, for she was young and in love, the uni- versal panacea of sea and sun and sand, with the warm fragrance of bayberry, had already begun its healing process when— “Ouch, darn!” cried Nancy. She picked up the calf-skin tome that had come hurtling onto her thigh from behind the rock. Blackstone’s Commentaries! A tousled brown head appeared over the rock, and under it such a surprised, rueful boy’s face that Nancy giggled. The boy grinned an engaging grin. “I am sorry. But say, what a commentary on Blackstone's taste! And I was going to throw the old boy to the fish. My name’s Owen Brooke, by the way, and what are you doing on my Aunt Judith’s island?” “Oh, she lent me her cottage, to get away from it all. I'm Nancy Chatham.” “Judith’s & swell girl. The family drons me on this island so I won't be distracted from my lousy books, and she lends you her cottage.” Nancy smiled. He seemed very young after Saint. “I'm sure she knew I wouldn't distract you.” “Oh, off the sex!” Owen said -sagely. His wide experience had made him feel precocious in the ways of women. “Well, so am I off yours, In fact, the boat that brought you over brought me a letter ending it all, and my pin back again. Let'’s drown our sorrows together.” With a swift run and dive he was in the water. Nancy dove after him. It was pleasant New Artificial AN experl.ient in providing artificial homes for young oysters has been tried out by the Bureau of Fisheries and found to offer great possibilities for the future establishment of oyster beds. The oyster, during the first 10 days or so of its life, is a free-swimming fish which keeps a position fairly near the surface of the water but after this swimming period has been com- pleted, it sinks to the bottom cf the water in which it is hatched and seeks something solid to which to attach itself. In waters in which no gravel, rock, or oyster shells are present in quantity, most of the tiny fish land in the soft mud and perish. Because of this peculiarity cf the oyster, the use of the shells left over after the shucking to have some one to swim with. So pleasant, in fact, that the days passed and they spent them together, The season was late and there were few vacationers on the island. The lighthouse keeper and his wife, who served as cook for them, were the only permancnt residents, N the mainland, telegraph wires and tele- phones buzzed, newspapers were printed and hawked and thrown hurriedly away to make room for the next edition; letters were written, and in New York they were delivercd as often as six times a day, but the island’s sole contact with all that metropolitan madness was the launch that brought provisions and stale papers once a week, and that would come for Nancy only when her week was over. By the second day, Owen was making love to Nancy in the light collegiate way that rche could not quilte object to. “You're a swell egg, Nancy, a great old horse. Ready, mosquito?” all murmured with a soft voice and a look of abject devotion. On the third day he said, “Say, Nancr, how about being engaged to a guy? Come gmn, wear my pin.” “Why thank you, Owen, but I shall never marry.” A faint surprise shadowed his bright eyes. Lord, who taid marry? “Oh, that’s all right. A fellow likes $o park his pin somewhere. Come on, be a good egg.” “Well—oh, all right.” What difference does it make, she thought, what difference does anything make, remember- ing suddenly Saint’s crinkling blue eyes and his slow, hesitant “I adore you.” Anyway Owen wasn't afraid every girl he met was going to get him for breach of promise. The next evening the lighthouse keeper blew in on them in wild excitement. Fifteen years he'd been operating the radio station at th2 tower, and never a message had come for him that wasn't S O S. And here, from an official marine station, was a message to a girl on his island. He had decoded it painfully and scrib- bled it out on brown wrapping paper. Nancy caught the contagion of his excitement, but ic faded quickly as she read the message. Miss Nancy Chatham care of Judith L'ghthouse Brooke Island Tournament over Marvin won stop Wonderful weather stop Arrived New York today stop When are you coming back impatient to see you stop St Lawrence Vail “What answer, Miss?” the lighthouse man asked, hoping he would be able to send the answer more quickly than he had decoded the message itself. “No answer,” Nancy said sweetly. That was just like Saint. He would use all his influence and connections to send a silly message like that, which said precisely nothing. “Impatient to see you.” Owen caught the temper that underlay her sweetness. “Must be important—a message to the light- house station,” he hazarded as a feeler afte- the man had gone to radio over and over to a surprised operator “No answer no answer no answer.” “Who is the ardent chap?” “It’s nothing,” said Nancy, “just a message about a golf tournament from a man I used to know.” Used to know! JUDITH arrivei the next day, in a special launch she had hired to bring her over. “Oh, by the way, Nancy,” she said in- nocently, having already noticed the pzarl-set pin on her sweater, “Saint is back in town. He rather expects you to return tomorrow— said the three wecks are up. I told him not to count on it. Wait, he sent you a present.” It was another large package. Nancy took off the paper in quivering interest, but when she saw the familiar box, Susskindi’s Sweet- heart Chocolates, she didn’t even open it. Judith smiled as she threw it on the table. Owen came in a little later, volubly grateful toflJudith for sending Nancy to brighten his exile. “She’s a great old turnip, Judith, and we're engaged. Oh, chocolates! Judith, you’ll spoil the boy yet.” He pounced on the box and opened it. “Hey, what sort of trick is this?” and he dropped the lid in disgust, Judith smiled. Nancy crossed to the box wita sudden in- terest. All the chocolates had been removed. There was a little grey velvet jeweler’s box in the large one. SHe opened it quickly, and took out a sim bracelet of sapphires and blue-white diamonds. As she slipped it on she read the card, “Saing Lawrence.Vail” and in his sweet scrawl, “To my wife.” Eyes bright, while they both watched her, she stopped to consider. Did she—or cidn't she—have grounds for breach of promise? “Turn it over, darling,” Judith said. Nancy did. “I guess maybe I will go back tomorrow. Sorry, Owen, but youll have to find anoiher hangar for parking your pin.” Nancy was again looking at the other side of the card where Saint had scrawled, “Exhibit A—one diamond bracelet.” (Copyright, 1933.) Oyster Beds Studied of oysters has been fostered. Fish experts have long urged that the shells be dumped back into the water to provide a proper bed for the tiny fish. In some States, a bounty has been paid by the State for the shells in order that the oyster beds might not be wiped out, but even this expedient has failed to preserve the beds ss they should be. The Aemand for oyster shells as a source of lime and for use by poutry raisers, coupled with the employment of vast guantities of the shells in providing sandy roads with a base has resulted in the permanent loss of large quan~ titles of the shells and the shipment of oysters » to the market in shells has taken other large quantities ’