Evening Star Newspaper, December 16, 1935, Page 28

' %o just sit and twiddle your thumbs, ¥* 1 just couldn’t bear it, I don't know ¢ Jjust think, Kay, we'll be in college to- 4+ “Will you? = b mall Town Girl 4y BEN AMES WILLIAMS THE SYORY THUS FAR. Kay Brannan. petite and beautiful. lives 4n'Carvel ® small town in New Hampshire. She 15 cagerly awaiting her sister Emily's raduation from Wellesley. so that she herszll can enter and escape the dull. un- eventful town and the awkward adoration | of Eimer Radford hanic. _She has Sust been told of a teaching position for | Emily, but is horrified at the thought of her sister wasting youth and beauty in Carvel. However. Emily’s salary would be helpful to her parents. v. she is hurry- ing home from the post office with Emily’s latest letter. Intuition tells ber that it contains some special news. CHAPTER IL UT Kay was to meet another delay. Nancy Towne stopped her. Nancy was two years younger than Kay, tall and thin, with abundant black hair cut square across, and surrendered to a tossing disorder. She saw Kay from |yere iisposed of she went on: “Some- | about him before she went on!” across the street and came running | to intercept her, her eyes shining, crying out her news in a torrent of ‘words. “Kay, Kay. what do you think. it's all settled, I'm going to Holyoke in the Fall, I got word today. and I'm going, I'm going. I'm so excited I can hardly stand, Kay, I don't see how you've stood it, to wait so long, if I had to wait two years I'd die, I think youre marvelous, but I—" “No need for you to wait. There's only one of you,” Kay reminded her, smiling. Nancy never used periods. She talked until sh: was interrupted, took a quick breath while any one else was speaking, and burst into words again at the first lull “I should think you'd just hate PEmily!” the girl cried, as Kay paused “Having to wait for her to get through—" “I don't,” Kay assured her. “I feel as if I'd helped some by waiting. We're awfully proud of Emily, you know. She’s done so wonderfully. And, of course, father couldn't afford to have us both in Welles'ey at once. Really, I haven't minded at all.” “But, darling!” Nancy protested. when you're all ready and everything, how I'm going to wait even till Fall, gether, at the same time I mean, even if we are in different colleges, I'll cer- tainly be glad to get out of this town!” Kay smiled in faint amusement. I like Carvel,” she de- clared. “So do I, of course,” Nancy virtu- | ously insisted. “In a way, but you an get tired of a place, don't you think. I'm never coming back here, I promise you, even if I have to just slave or wash dishes or anything, never, never—" “Not even for vacations?” asked, her eyes twinkling “Oh, of course, vacations,” Nancy | assented, “and new clothes and going to parties and befng important, but I mean to really live, you know what I mean, don't be absurd, Kay, I'll bet you never come back either. I don't believe Emily will stay here after she's | graduated, you wait and see—" | “Of course, she will,” Kay insisted. | “Lillian Radford told me this morn- ing that Miss Farmer is resigning after | this year. I expect Emily will try to | get her job.” | “Teach school!” Nancy cried in hor- | rified tomes. “And go on teaching | school and teaching school and teach- | ing schooi and never see any men but |‘ Just the same boys you've always grown up with!” “There’s a new man coming to run the power plant,” Kay told her mis- chievously. “Ned Pastor! Just out of | Tech and rich! And Ethan Frame gets through at Dartmouth this year., He'll be home, new car and all.” “Old Luke will put him to work,” Nancy predicted. “That's all the peo- | ple in this town think of is putting | you to work. Father wanted me to give up college and go to work next | Fall in the store und I told him I| wouldn't, I positively wouldn't, and mother stoop up for me—" Kay, continuing homeward when | Nancy's ebullience was at last abated, | smiled once and then again, as though, | even in retrospect, Nancy were amus- ing. Then she forgot Nancy as she | came nearer home. She turned in| from the road between twin hedges of | Mlac just yearning toward bloom, and crossed the lawn to the side door. and | 80 came into the side hall, into the | kitchen. The kitchen was empty, and | she called: “Mother! Mother!” ‘When Mrs. Brannan did not fmme- | diately answer, Kay went into the front hall. Her mother must be up- stalrs. Kay, her hand on the rail, called again: “Mother!” Mrs. Brannan came to the head of | the stairs, a compact little woman, | calm, composed and sure: “Hush, Kay,” she whispered. father’s asleep.” “But, Mother, there's a letter from Emily!” Kay whispered in a soft de- light. And Mrs. Brennan, with a quiet | eagerness came down the stairs. Emily was only two years older than | Kay, and Kay was ready for college; but to have both daughters in Welles- | ley at the same time would have im- posed upon the family finances an | insupportable strain. So Kay must | wait till Emily’s four years were done | —Emily was a senior now—and in the | meantime she eased her own impa- tience by her pride in Emily's success. | The older daughter had a quiet strength which commanded the re- | #pect of her classmates, just as her | aptitude at her studies won the rz-: spect of the faculty. This year she | was head of Student Government, a leader not only of her class, but of | the undergraduate body as a whole. Her letters home were always events. Bhe wrote easily and at length, know- ing how hungrily Kay and her father and mother devoured every word. Usually what she wrote was con- cerned with her work or with her ex- trascholastic activities; but this letter Kay “¥our | For over 80 years Father John's Medi- cine has been used as a treatment for colds, coughs due to colds and bronchial irritations. Con- ains no harms which Kay had brought back from the | post office today contained news al- | most sensational in its implications. | Before opening the letter, Kay and | | her mother went into the living room | coming up to New Hampshire this that was the Ireart of the house. Mrs. | Brannan had mislaid her glasses, and Kay found thew. for her, béside the ' sink in the kitchen. When she re-| turned Mrs. Brannan adjusted the glasses and carfeully tore off the end | of the envelope and began to read the letter aloud. Kay leaned over the chair back, her own eyes following her mother’s along the neatly written | lines. Emily began with new: of her work, | which they read attentively and] proudly. But when these maners; thing rather difficult came up before Student Government this last week. ‘There's a girl named Helen Ripley in the freshman class. I can't help liking i I 2y “She’s in love with him!” Kay cried. “I know she is.” her, but she is careless and irrespon- sible. I don't think there’s any real harm in her; but she hasn't any father and mother. Her brother is rather nice. His name’s Dane and he finished Harvard four years ago and since then he has been studying architecture in Paris, up till this last year. I met him last Thanksgiving. I told you about him at the time, prob- ably—" Kay caught Mrs. Brannan's shoul- der. “She didn't, Mother!" she cried. “She never mentioned him. Mother. do you think she's in love with him? I bet she is!” Mrs. Brannan smiled not, Kay. Listen now.” read calmly on: “But I started to tell you about Helen. She went away over a week end and she had signed to stay with Mrs. Morton, in town: but she and another girl and two men got caught in a liquor raid at a place down on the shore. She was with Bob Dakin. “Of course He's a young doctor and terribly wild ' and always getting his name in the papers, and so there were reporters in court when the case came up, and one of them knew Helen. She gave a false name; but this reporter, knowing her, the whole thing came out in the papers. Who she was and everything. “So Student Government had to do something about it. When I talked with her she was pretty rebellious and Then Dane saw the story in the New York papers and came over to try to straighten things out. It seemed to me Helen ought to face the music and I had to tell him so. At first he was furious at me, and he | went to Dean Wills, but, of course, the dean said Student Government would have to handle it; and she wouldn't interfere. So we decided Helen would have to leave college, but that she could come back as a Iresh- man next year. So she'll be in your class, Kay. After it was all settled she was a peach about it. I think it will be & good thing for her; and Dane does, too, now. We came to know | each other pretty well, he and I. One 1ONLY e HAS There's no growling about home with a 1936 Philco! other gigantic step ahead of the radio procession. A built-in Aerial-Tuning System automatically tunes the aerial for you as you tune the set. Important? You'll say it is ; : : when you hear what a difference it makes! THE PHILCO built-in A DOUBLES THE FO YOU CAN GE And she | PHILCO | THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, come back to see Emily graduate!” And she laughed agaln, sympathetic- ally. “George said he might go down to commencement himself. He said he suggested it to Emily and Emily didn’t answer; but, of course, I told him'she’'d be glad to see him.” “Who else did you see uptown?” Mrs. Brannan asked in a mild interest. “Oh, everybody,” Kay assured her. night we got a canoe and went out on the lake, and he told me about Paris, and all the places he's seen. He's been all over the world. He's Summer and wants to visit us for a while. I know the extra work will ve hard on you, Mother; but I know you'll like him, so I told him he could ocome. “You have the commencement pro- gram. I hope you can come down Saturday and stay right through—" Kay, reading over ‘her mother’s shoulder, exclaimed: “Look, Mother! The ink is black where she finished writing about him and then pale where she starts about commencement. She sat thinking BB Mrs. Brannan smiled faintly, and Kay insisted: “And she never tuld us about meeting him, Mother!” Her tones were vibrant with excitement ~ s | I nll“mmmm | “At least she never mentioned him to me. Did she to you?"” Mrs. Brannan shook her smiling faintly. “No, Kay.” “She’s in love with him!" Kay cried. | “I know she is. I have a feeling. | Mother, do you realize this is the very first time Emily has ever mentioned | any man? She's so quiet and reserved that when she says as much as this it means a lot. Do you suppose they'll |live in New York? I'll bet he’s a marvel if Emily likes him. And she does, you can see that!” Mrs. Brannan chuckled comfortably. | “Aren’'t you going pretty fast, Kay? | Reading so much into so little? After all, it was just this business about his sister that brought them together.” “They went canoeing!” Kay amued.‘ | “And Emily never went canoeing with a man in her life before. Or she never told us if she did! Won't it be grand, | having him here?” 1 “We can manage to take care of him, I'm sure,” Mrs. Brannan assented composedly. | t course we cam!” Kay insisted. | “I'm crazy to meet him, Mother. Aren't you? I'll bet he's wild about | her! Emily’s such a peach!” Her voice | was suddenly husky; and she said slowly, “She’s so darned nice and| straightforward and pretty and de- | cent. If she doesn’t get the best there is, there's something wrong with the| waorld.” “Emily’s a fine girl,” Mrs. Brannan | said, a little wearily. She sat with | the letter in her lap, looking out of the window #cross the wide lawns to- ward the road. Kay suddenly laughed, half to her- self. “I saw George uptown,” she remembered mirthfully. “Poor old George. His nose will be out of joint now!” Mrs. Brannan smiled; and Kay | caught the clder woman by the arm and shook her affectiona don't seem a bit excited, Mother! | Don't you realize that this is the first | time Emily has ever written as much as that about a man?” She clenched | her fists. “If he isn’t just the grandest | ever, I'll—I'll slap his face!” And she cried: “Maybe we'll see i him at commencement! I'll bet he'll | head, 00Q00000Q09900QQ Q¢ 000N SRR Iy NI O 4\ short-wave reception in the For Philco has taken an- l ERIAL-TUNING SYSTEM EIGN S T AND STAT ENJOY % D Ch “I met Lillian on the way to the post office. She told me Miss Farmer was resigning after this year. She thought Emily would jump at the chance to get that job. I thanked her, but can you imagine Emily teaching school here in Carvel? After doing so won- derfully at Wellesley?” “That was nice of Lillian,” Mrs. Brannan agreed. - b MONDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1935. “Of course,” Kay assented. She added thoughtfully: “I'm always a little sorry for Lillian. I think she'd like %o be somewhere else or doing something else. I don't think she likes teaching school. She’s only & little older than I am, but she looks 30, positively, Mother.” Mrs. Brannan chuckled. “Thirty isn’t—senile, Kay,” she remarked. T ©)eur recerd éi%fl/%h@% DIAMOND JUBILEE winds up w ilh an OLD FASIIIOINED .. i Christmas comes every twelve months—but a Diamond Jubilee Christmas only once in 75 years! We're cele- brating it with seven floors full of gifts—more merchan- dise than we’ve had in our store since we were born. Our buyers had free rein (and definite orders) to bring back the grandest lot of holiday buy-ables they could find. We've assembled a larger selling force than ever before. We're equipped to give speedier service than ever be- fore. It’s exhilarating just to set foot in this mad and happy shopping scene. Come along to Lans- burgh’s for the merriest Christmas in 75 years! e ———————— “Oh, of course not,” Kay admitted. | Ned Pastor, the son of one of the “But you know what I mean. And |directors.” Elmer came into the post office while we were there, hung all over with| Kay believes Emily’s letter to contain pliers and screw drivers and things, | more than it says about Dane Ripley. on his motor cycle, and talking about | Will Emily have some news for her ‘hot. stuff’ and being so mature. But family when she returns from col- his ears were as red as fire. They al- lcge? Be sure to read tomorrow’s ab- ways get red when he sees me! He sorbing instaliment. says the new superintendent will be | (To be continued.) A= A0 0000000000007 I I R AR any, (NN 193 5 540 B 3 \