Evening Star Newspaper, October 22, 1935, Page 26

n P ouzx Scarderry BYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING INSTALL- MENTS. When a week-old foundling is left at the Lorien Orphanage in Virginia. Sophia Friddie, superintendent, _calls_ her Sugar. ‘and she grows up there as Sugar Fricdie, wWhen ‘she is 17 and has to eave, kindly old Miss Friddle places her as nurs d for Mrs. Dick Locker Masters' 2-vear-old son Skeeter. ~How- ever. “Mother” Friddle is greatly worried about Sugar. who has grown into a_very pretty mirl. attractively red-headed. Jonn- Ny de Villé, also 17, who dreams of being a great artist. must leave the orphanage, 100, and Sugar promises to wait_for him until he realizes his ambition. When she oes to the beautiful Le Masters home she inds her room is in the cellar and that her wages are $1 & week. Hearing a noise at night, Sugar fears rats. but it is big, andsome Jim Carter Le Masters. back at is brother's home from Virginia Military Institute, where he is foot ball captain. ooking for his golf clubs. He and Dick move her to Skeeter's room and cause & family squabble. On Sugar’s first day off Zauie Lou Longworthy. Mrs. Le Masters ar-old 'sister. toes her out in silk dress and white pumps, Suear spends her dollar for loliypops for the orphanace | children, walks till her feet hurt and ac- cepts & lift from Scoop O'Reilly. New York newspaper man. who dates her for dinner and the movies_ Zanie Lou, out- fits her again. _Scoop {ries to make love but_turns brotherly when Sugar tells ali | about herself. While having sodas_ they are seen by the Le Masters Jim Carter i waliting foy her at home in the garden, INSTALLMENT X. UGAR joined Jim Carter re- luctantly. “This is a terrible hour to be getting in, much less sitting around gazing at the moon. What will Mrs. Le Masters think of me?” Jim Carter moved over on the bench and motioned for her to sit beside him. “Don't, let that worry you. It's the| shank of the evening.” “Not where I came from. It's posi- tively indecent.” Cart laughed and lit his pipe. - “Tell me,” he sat back and feasted his eyes on the lovely girl in the moonlight, “how did you happen to be placed in | the orphanage. Sugar? Did your par- ents die when you were small?” | Sugar shook her head. i “I don't—know. Some one left me there in a basket.” “You've no idea who your parents were?” “Not the slightest. There wasn't a thing about me to lead to identifica- tion.” “Tough,"” Cart said shortly. you can be sure of one thing.” “What?"” “Your - parents weren't ordinary people. Any one could see that.” Sugar's heart warmed “It's kind of you to say that. But all I've learned I owe to Mother Friddle. She's a saint. More like a mother to me. She even gave me her name. Otherwise I wouldn't have any. Everybody loves mother.” “That must have made it lots easier,” Curt pulled at his pipe. “I “But thought all orphanages were like the | ones I've read about in books.” “Most of them are, I guess. But I don't think any of the kids are un- happy with Mother. all feel welcome.” They fell into silence. the moonlight with Johnny, and Sugar’s thouzhts turned to that hour she could never forget. bered Johnny't kiss and her promise to marry him, and her heart grew heavy with longing. It seemed so long since she had seen Mother and Johnny and Felicity and all the others. So much had happened in a few short days. It didn't seem possible | that she had met Scoop that afternoon | and they had become such good | friends. Determined to put it out of | her mind, she tried to think of other | things, of the Scoop she came to know as they talked about her life in the orphanage. | Now she was sitting in the moon- | light with another man. A rich college boy who had proved to be such a good friend. Scoop was right. Truth was stranger than fiction. “What are you thinking?” Curt in- | terrupted and brought her back to earth. | “Just mooning,” Sugar turned with a smile. ‘Thinking about all the things that have happened to me in one short week. New friends. All the new things I've done.” “Have you decided swell world?” | “Oh, yes.” she nodded. “Taking it all in all. it's been a wonderful week.” Jim Carter leaned toward her, and she caught the perfume from his | tweeds. A healthy, masculine odor | that she found very pleasant and new. ’ “It doesn’t take much to make you | happy, does it2” | © “I've never thought of it. I guess I've never really been unhappy, except when I started to think. And I usually | kept too busy to let the blues get me down.” Cart felt her nearness and his heart began to pound uncomfortably. He moved a little closer. | “You look like a little angel, sitting in the moonlight in that white dress,” he told her huskily. | “Thank you, sir,” she tried to be nonchalant. “It must be the moon that has blinded you. Or Zanie Lou's dressmaker:” “I—mean it.” the boy said breath- lessly. “I've—never had a girl affect | me like you do.” I Sugar stiffened when Curt suddenly reached out and drew her into his erms. “Don't!” She tried to push away, but Cart held her fast and buried his lips in the softness of her mouth. | Something new stirred in Sugar’s blood, and he Kkissed her again to the singing in her veins. i “Oh!” she sobbed breathlessly. “You =mustn’t.” She trembled and Cart realized he | had frightened her. With a tremen- dous effort he released her and ran his hand through his hair. “I must be crazy!” | “I—I'm sorry,” Sugar put her hands g0 her flushing cheeks. “You— | it’s a pretty THIS TRADE MARK IS YOUR GUARANTEE of PURITY She makes them It was on ! Just such a night that she had sat in | She remem- | shouldn't have done that. It—spoils everything.” “No,” Cart stood up. “It won't happen again. Forget it. It was beastly of me to frighten you.” “I must go!” Sugar got up and ran into the house before he could stop her. Back in her room, Sugar threw herself on the bed and buried her burning face in her cool pillow. Two men had made love to her in one evening. Their kisses had been forced upon her against her will, Both of them had said they were sorry. What was the matter with her? Had it been her own fault that she had been practically insulted twice? Were all men like that? Did they make love to every woman or was she different in some way? Zanie Lou had told her men would all fall for her. If only she could talk to Zanie about it. Zanie was so wise in the ways of the world. But she wouldn't dare. It was too personal. Perhaps, Sfigar thought unhappily, it was because she was an orphan. Maybe girls with background and parents to fight for them were re- THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1935 spected. But Scoop hadn't known about her, and he had been per- fectly beastly at first. Strange that she could have for- given him so easlly. And didn't hold it against him at ail. It had been so0 nice being friends with Cart. And now he had spoiled everything. Could they ever be good friends again? She remembered his kiss as if it ‘were still on her lips. Johnny's kiss had been so different. Like kissing Skeeter. Scoop’s kiss had only suc- ceeded in frightening her. But Cart’s kiss—she faced the truth shamefully; it had been her fault really that he had kissed her more than once. With a little sob she buried her face in her pillow and began to cry. ‘What was happening to her? It was a long time before she got up and undressed for bed. Then she bent over Skeeter and kissed him tenderly on the little brown hand that lay so peacefully on the coverlet. No matter what happened, she wouldn't leave him. Never. How he had changed in the week she had been with him. The scales proved that he had gained almost a pound and his cheeks were brown and tinged with pink. Only a few times had she had difficulty in get- ting him to eat. He'd lost all his childish fears of witches and bad men, and relied on her entirely for his every happiness. Whatever difficulties she might have in becoming adjusted to the new and puzzling world, she would have Skeeter to compensate her. How much his mother missed! Poor, fool- ish woman! If only she would dis- cover the meaning of baby arms around her neck, baby kisses on her face, life could mean so much more than it did. She looked so unhappy and sulky. Scoop was having his thoughts, too. When he drove back to the hotel he bought a New York paper and went back to his room. But it re- mained unread on the bed beside him. In pajamas and slippers, Scoop lay smoking innumerable cigarettes and thinking about his adventures of the day. ‘Who was Sugar Friddle? His flair for mystery made that an intriguing question. In all his news- paper career no story had been so fascinating to him as a mystery. No newspaper man in the metropolis was more famed for going out and digging up the impossible in clues and solutions. Every one knew him as a tough, rough and ready Irishman who had worked his way up from copy boy to star reporter. He could be hard as nails—soft as putty. Women made fools of themselves over this powerful man and his devilish grin. But down in Scoop’s heart had al- ways been the belief that some day he would meet a woman like his mother. His mother had been a pretty little red-headed Irish lady before she raised 12 children and grew old and broken from overwork. It was the ief of Scoop O'Reilly’s The COLDENBERG Co. life that the breaks had not come in time for him to save her from the drudgery that caused her to die on an operating table at 45. With his sal- ary as one of the highest-paid re- porters in New York he was able to keep the four little ones with an aunt and send them to school. The others were either married or shifting for themselves. And now the time had come when Scoop felt he had saved enough money to take the Summer off and work on his book. It wouid be a book of life as he had known it. Raw, colorful, earnest; shifting scenes and light ro- mance, He was on his way to find & spot where he could settle down and write in peace. A colorful spot that would inspire him to do his best work. Scoop sat up in bed and lit another cigar- ette. Why not Lorien? Sugar needed him. She'd be practically alone, poor kid, with no one to advise her or show her the ropes. The rates at the Baker Hotel were reasonable and it was com- fortable. It was in the Blue Ridge Mountains and couldn't be topped for scenery. Scoop,_ grinned and ground out his cigarette. That was it! That's what he would do. Stay in Lorien and play nursemaid to the little orphan. It might be just possible that if he set to work he might find out something about her. For several minutes his mind played with that idea, after he had turned out the light. Who was Sugar Friddle? The question buzzed around in his | $1.25 Carpet 97 27" velvet Stair and Hall Carpet, in Oriental designs. ~—Douwnstairs Store. mind a long time after he fell uleep.J Sugar awakened with a start early in the morning. She raised up in alarm when she found Eurasia beside her bed. The black woman handed her an envelope. “This heah come for you minute ago.” The cook grinned at her affec- tionately. “De milk man brung hit. I ’spect hit right ’portant: He say hit come from de orfamage.” Sugar tore it open with hands that shook. It was from Johnny. Eurasia went out and Sugar stretched happily. “Dearest,” Johnny began in his hurried scrawl, “we are*worried about you. Why didn't you come up to see us today? I looked for you all after- noon and Mother Friddle expected you for supper. Can you telephone mother today or send a note right away? “Something nice is about to happen. If it does I'll soon have a job and enough money s0 we can be married and go away from here. I'll get the money somehow. You wait and see. It’s like a graveyard around here with- out you. “Remember, I love you, and don't| forget your promise. “Always your “Johnny.” (To Be Continued.) 60,000 Train. Between 60,000 and 70,000 young- sters are reported to be in training in | Austria’s Fascist Heimwehr's organi- | zation, Sevent and K $27.50 Rugs $1 9.50 Heavy Seamless Axminster Rugs. 6xf ft. 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