The evening world. Newspaper, January 14, 1922, Page 17

_T HRE E SE CTIONS 6 THE CAMPBELLS ARE COMING « 28, ROBERT WARD was a loyal, sacrificing FLEMING good woman, conscientious and self- in the highest de- poignantly aware dear SX gree. But she that certain ambitions was to her heart had not been realized. Mrs. Ward good woman, so her husband Robert was @ But just Wards Even as was a good man and a good lawyer. being good wasn't getting the anywhere, = Her and the husband, with all his industry fine talents she knew him to possess, was making no more money at forty-seven than he had made at thirty- five. had gradually lost contact with the old aristocracy with- out catching step with the flourishing makers of brick and other articles of commerce that were carrying the fame of Kernville into new territory. They Socially she “had been unable to send John to the Harvard Law School, but he had made a fine record in the school of the State University, and his name now appeared beneath his father’s on the door of the haw office. It was remarked about the court that John had more punch than his father and was bound to succeed. Helen Ward was quite as admirable and as her brother. The finishing school had don« her no harm interesting and she returned to Ker.ville without airs, assumptions or affectations, The humor that was denied their parents was Helen's and John's portion in large measure, They were of the twentieth + century, spoke its language and knew all its signs and symbols John reached home from the office on a day early in January and found Helen preparing supper. “Great Scot, sis; has that glast girl faded already?” “Skipped, vanished!” Helen up from the gas range on which she was broiling a steak, “The offer of a dollar more a week transferred her to the Kirbys. The joke’s on them. She’s the worst ving cook and not even a success in hiding her failures,” “I hope,” said John meditatively, “I hope the Kirbys suffer the most fright- ful tortures before they die of indiges- tion. Haven't invited us to their party, have they?” “Not unless our invitations got lost fm the mails.” “Look ‘here, sis, that’s rubbing it In pretty hard! But in a way it’s an act of reprisal. Mother didn’t ask Mrs, Kirby and Jeannette to the tea for that National Federation swell just before Christmas.” “Oh, don't be so analytical! We're an old family and mama refuses to see any merit in people grand. parents didn't settle here before the Indians left. And as we haven't the money to train with the ancient arts- tocracy we've got to huddle on the side lines.” “Snobbery!" said John, “It's as plain as daylight that we've got to get out of the hole or we're stuck for good. My professional engagements don't exhaust my brain power at present, and I'm giving considerable thought to ways and means of improving our siate, con- dition or status as a family but unrecognized merit,” "You're doing mobly, vamoosed, answered looking whose of exalted John! Tom By MEREDITH NICHOLSON Illustrated by WILL B. JOHNSTONE A Story Alive With the Spirit of Modern Youth, and in Which Youth Scores a Threefold Triumph in love, Business and Society Reynolds told me they were talking of running you for Prosecuting Attorney. And there's Alice Hovey—I understand all about that, John. I think you're mistaken about the Hoveys not liking you.” “Ah, Alice!” he exclaimed mock ingly. “Papa and Mama Hovey have quite other ideas for Alice. But I won't deny to you that I’m pretty keen about Alice, Listen to me, Helen,” he went on with an abrupt change of tone. “You and Ned Shepherd were hitting it off grandly when something happened. He's a fine chap and I rather got the idea that you two woul.J make a match of it.” “Oh, no!" she protested quickly but unconvincingly. “His family’s trying to switch him to Sally Pickett, but you do see him occasionally ?” There were tears in her eyes as she swung around from the range. “I've got to stop that, John! I'm ashamed of myself for meeting him as I've been doing—walking with him in the back streets and letting him talk to me over the isn’t around. I didn’t know” “Well, I just happened to spot you Monday evening, and I meant to speak to you about it. Not exactly nice, sis. Ned's really a manly chap, and I don’t telephone when mama believe he'll be bullied into giving you up.” “All over now, John,” she answered “Well, did run smooth. Now give me the po- tatoes and the coffeepot. Precede me with the bread and butter. There's mother at the front door mow.” RS. WARD was the Corre- sponding Secretary of a State federation which used the mails freely. She ate in silence, absorbed in her letters, John began talking of @ case they wer? to try shortly. They were ex- plaining it to Helen, when they were WHILE THE WHITE GULL RIDES THE WAVES. ) the course of true love never’ ee