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BEAUTY’S
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KATHLEEN NORRIS
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SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I—Victoria Herrendeen. a vi
vacious little girl, had been too young to
feel the shock that came when her father.
Keith Herrendeen. lost his fortune. A gen
tle. unobtrusive soul, he is now employed as
an obscure chemist in San Francisco, at a
meager salary. His wife, Magda, cannot
adjust herself to the change. She is a
beautiful woman, fond of pleasure and a
magnet for men's attention. Magda and
Victoria have been down at a summer re
sort and Keith joins them for the week-end.
Magda leaves for a bridge party, excusing
herself for being such a "runaway.’ Later
that night Victoria is grief-stricken when
■he hears her parents quarreling. The Her
rendeens return to their small San Francisco
apartment. Keith does not approve of
Magda’s mad socisfl life and they quarrel
frequently. As the years go by, Keith be
comes silent and gray.
CHAPTER ll—One day while Victoria is
asking her mother why Herrendeen is so
worried, Magda receives flowers and a dia
mond from Ferdy Manners, a wealthy man
from Argentina whom she had met less
than a week before. Manners arrives a
few hours later. Magda shows him a valu
able Chinese shawl that has been in the
Herrendeen family for many years. Vic is
■hocked when she learns her mother had
contemplated selling it. Magda tells Man
ners a dealer had offered her S3OO for the
shawl. Magda takes Victoria to Nevada to
visit a woman friend who has a daughter
named Catherine. There shd tflls her she
is going to get a divorce. Victoria soon
is in boarding school with her friend Cath
erine. Magda marries Manners and they
spend two years in Argentina. Victoria has
studied in Europe and at eighteen she visits
her mother when Ferdy rents a beautiful
home. Magda is unhappy over Ferdy’s
drinking and attentions to other women.
Vic dislikes him, but for her mother's
sake is nice to him.
CHAPTER lll—When her mother and
stepfather return to South America. Vic
toria refuses to go with them because of
Ferdy’s unwelcome attentions to her. Magda
returns and tells Vic she and Ferdy have
separated. Meanwhile Keith has remarried.
Victoria is now a student nurse. Magda
has fallen in love with Lucius Farmer, a
married artist. While she and Vic prepare
for a trip to Europe, Ferdy takes a suite
in their hotel.
CHAPTER IV—The night before Magda
and Vic are to sail. Magda elopes with
Lucius Farmer. While nursing the chil
dren of Dr. and Mrs. Keats, Vic meets Dr.
Quentin Hardisty, a brilliant physician,
much sought after by women, who is a wid
ower with a crippled daughter. In a tete-a
tete at the Keats home, he kisses Vic. Sev
eral days later he Invites her with other
guests to spend a week-end at his cabin.
CHAPTER V—Vic is enchanted with the
cabin and with the dinner. Next morning
she and Quentin go hiking and return rav
enous. The party is disrupted Sunday after
noon by the arrival of Marian Pool, a di
vorced woman. Vic is jealous of Mrs. Pool
and a few days later tells Mrs. Keats she
Is going to Honolulu. In his office. Quentin
questions Vic about leaving. He proposes
to her. She accepts him and they are
married.
CHAPTER Vl—Vic and Quentin are idyl
licly happy in their home. During six years
Victoria has four children. The Hardisty's
are entertaining guests at Sunday supper,
when Victoria's mother suddenly arrives
from Europe, her romance with Farmer
ended, a bit disillusioned, looking older and
practically penniless. She goes to live with
the Hardistys. who now have live children.
CHAPTER VII—At the opera the Har
distys llrst see Serena Morrison, an exotic
and striking looking beauty. Quentin ap
pears interested, but they do not meet.
Magda gives Vic some advice in how to
hold a husband, warning her of sirens who
are on the outlook for men. Later dis
cussing the subject with Quentin, he admits
that men are sometimes irresistibly attract
ed. but that when the wife is sensible, the
husband eventually comes to his senses.
CHAPTER Vlll—Serena Morrison now
lives next door to the Hardistys. Her little
daughter. Gita, first gets acquainted with
the Hardisty children, including the new
baby, Madeleine. Vic and Quentin meet
Serena at the country club. Quentin is im
mediately attracted to her. Victoria is dis
turbed. Serena invites them to visit. Her
husband. Spencer Morrison, is an invalid.
CHAPTER IX—The Hardistys entertain
the Morrisons at dinner. Quentin is dis
pleased that Victoria does not seem to like
Serena. The Hardistys, in turn, dine with
the Morrisons. Afterward, Serena Invites
Quentin to drop in later that which
he does. Quentin speaks tenderly of Se
rena, and Vie is sorely troubled. Vic learns
by accident that Quent has purchased an
expensive Christmas gift, a shawl, for Se
rena. When he returns home late one night.
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CHAPTER X—Distracted by the affair
between Quent and Serena, Vic wraps up
the children's presents and tearfully awaits
a bleak Christmas. While Vic is discussing
the unbearable situation with Magda, Se
rena boldly comes to call. Magda had told
her that if she is willing to be patient,
she can beat Serena at her own game.
CHAPTER Xl—Vic is faced still further
with the stinging realization that Serena is
taking Quentin away from her. Several
months later. Quentin clumsily confesses to
Vic the affection he and Serena have for
each other. Vic refuses to consider a di
vorce and decides to wait and hope, de
termined that she can win out in the end.
Quentin later repents. In an effort to end
the affair he goes to Germany. Soon after
his return he accidentally meets Serena.
The Hardistys are worried over the health
of their new baby. Marty.
CHAPTER Xll—Serena tries desperately
to win Quentin back, but he is adamant. He
assures Vic he had never really loved Se
rena. Vic, who knew all along she had
never really lost Quentin, forgives him.
Quentin reveals to Vic. however, that Serena
will not let him alone, that she telephones
him at the office and tries to see him per
sonally. Quentin is heartsick that he has
been the cause of so much trouble to Vic,
but Vic says in her soul; "Oh, my God to
be as happy as this again.” He says he
wishes that he never need set eyes on
Serena again.
CHAPTER Xlll—While Quentin is out, Dr.
Cudworth, the village doctor, calls, very
much excited, saying Spencer Morrison is
dying Entering the Morrison home. Vic
finds the doctor very much disturbed. He
looks pointedly at Serena.
CHAPTER XlV—Cudworth says he will
not sign the death certificate, should Spen
cer die Spencer declares that Serena has
poisoned him. Quentin arrives. Serena
threatens to accuse Quentin if an investiga
tion is started, saying she will expose their
affair and ruin him. While Quentin, work
ing desperately, saves Spencer’s life, Se
rena disappears.
Vicky’s eyes found the little rouno
violet puncture of the bullet hole
at the flawless marble temple. Se
rena’s sleeping face was placid,
but the once scarlet mouth was pale
and flecked with blood, and the
beautiful pale gold hair was loos
ened into a careless cascade that
hung in a web over the side of the
bed. There was a horrible sprawl
ing relaxation in her position, a
dreadful mysterious shutness in the
colorless lips that made Vicky trem
ble. Vs
"Is there anything to do, Quent?”
"Not now.” He did not turn from
his contemplation of the wreck of
what had been so soft, so lovely
and alluring and fragrant and
warm only a few hours ago. "No,
it was instantaneous, Vic,” he mut
tered.
"Killed herself!”
“She thought he was dead, d’you
see?” the older man supplied sud
denly. "The Chinese woman had
come out of his room. It was while
we were all in the hall there, awhile
back, when we all thought that poor
Morrison had no chance.”
"I thought, from the way you all
talked,” Quentin said, “that he
was! I was amazed when Amah
said he wanted to see me. And cer
tainly she must have thought so.
Poor woman!”
An hour later Victoria and Quen
tin walked across the Morrisons’
side garden, and through the gate
into the lane and through their own
gate. A perfect spring dawn was
strengthening over the world now;
it was four o’clock; the east was
flushed with exquisite delicate pink,
against which shoals and galleons
of delicate silver and gray and paler
gray cloud made long bars.
“I feel—reborn,” Vicky said.
"Reborn. I’m terribly grateful,
Vic,” Quentin said.
“Oh, grateful! If you knew what
I was thinking of all night long.
Every horror that anyone can imag
ine seemed to be sweeping over
me. I had you in jail; I had us all
moving to some remote place.”
“Perhaps you think I didn’t, Vic,
while we were working over him.
Perhaps you think I didn’t have a
chance to think how I’d taken my
life and destroyed it with my two
hands. But thank God it’s all over
now!”
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“I am tired. Quentin, doesn’t the
tea for the Vienna doctors and our
lunch at the St. Francis seem longer
ago than yesterday!”
"That wasn’t yesterday!” he ex
claimed.
"That’s all it was.”
"My God,” he said again, struck.
“She did do it, didn’t she, Quent?”
“Yes,” he said with a serious
look. “I guess she did.”
"Her killing herself”—The words
sounded so strange that Vicky had
to stop short and think of them—
“her killing herself looked as if she
did,” she mused.
"She had that—l don’t know what
to call it—ruthless quality,” Quen
tin said. “She went over any ob
stacle that was in her way. She
used to say that she had Tartar
blood. She had away of going
berserk—not wild, but cold and re
vengeful and determined.”
"He roused the very worst in her;
he always did,” Victoria mused.
"He seemed to sit back and laugh
at her, and he never let her have
enough money even to get away.
She told me—she came to see me
every few days, you know—that she
had to charge even her lunches at
hotels. That day she seemed to me
desperate. She looked so beauti
ful, too; she was in a sort of corn
color, and her eyes looked so blue.
Mother said after she left, ‘All
dressed up and nowhere to go!’ I
suppose it was death-in-life to her
to live in that quiet country house.”
Quentin nodded, listening.
"You’ve been a trump all night
long, Vic,” he said, after a while.
“If you’d been like most women,
and refused to go over there, we
might be in bad trouble this morn
ing. If you were like most women,
you’d have kicked me out years
ago, I don’t know why you act the
way you do, but I want you to
know—this sounds damn flat—but I
want you to know that I admire
you and that I’m grateful! I owe
everything I’ve got in the world to
you. I’m just beginning to realize
that it’s an awful lot. You know
I’m not good at speeches, but when
I think about you—and this is what
I wanted to tell you—l get all
choked up. I’m—l’m grateful.”
“Thank you, Quentin!” Vic said
from the other end of the table.
“We’ll go on here, and some day
I’ll have a chance to show you that
I’m changed,” Quentin said. "It’s
taken me a long time to wake up.
I’ve been a fool. I did the rottenest
thing to you a man can do to his
wife; it’s just my luck, it’s my in
credible luck that you’ve—well, I
won’t say forgiven me; you don’t
forget those things, and you can’t
forgive them but that you’ve
worked it out your way.”
Vicky had the sugar bowl between
her two brown, hard-working hands;
she turned it slowly, her eyes upon
it.
“You did something of which you
are ashamed,” she said simply.
“I—didn’t. Why should there be any
question of forgiveness? If I did
something something wrong, to
morrow you’d be sorry—you’d
think a little the less of me; but
you wouldn’t be personally touched
because I forged a check—your own
honor would be just what it was!
My life isn’t yours. I’m me.”
“I wish to the Lord you would
do something dumb,” Quentin said
with ineloquent force, after a pause.
“I sound smug,” Vicky said, "but
I’m not. And I do dumb things every
day. Thousands of them. There were
months—there were actual years
when your home life was nothing
but mistakes, nerves, uproar, my
crying and being tired and sick,
the children going into mumps and
whooping cough, bills piling up.”
"But, good heavens, Vic, what’s
that!” the man said roughly, in im
patience. “What’s all that compared
to the other thing, compared to
hurting your pride, and killing your
love for me, and putting the thought
of another woman eternally between
us? Why, lots of the fellows go
home to women who are extrava
gant and nagging and nervous,
and who don’t have a houseful of
gorgeous kids to show for it! There’s
no comparison between the two.”
“I think maybe I’m a mother first
and a wife afterward;” Vic replied.
"I’ve never gone in for pink baby pil
lows and long-legged dolls!”
The words brought back with a
moment of horror the memory of
her last sight of Serena’s bedroom,
and she was still.
"Serena loved you,” she said
thoughtfully, in the silence.
"She never loved anyone but her
self,” Quentin said. "Everything
she said and did revolved about
that. She loved her own beauty
and power. She used them to get
what she wanted. I knew it, after
a while. Morrison must have dis
covered it as soon as they were
married. Her first husband tried
twice to kill himself. She was cold
and vain, poor girl! And she was
the woman,” he ended, “for whom
I broke your heart!”
“No, you didn’t break my heart.”
“Breaking a person’s heart is a
cheap way of putting it,” Quentin
said. “It sounds romantic, when it
wasn’t anything but damn’ stupid
and selfish. You said what it really
did, a minute ago. It made you
think less of me; that’s the real
price. We Rover can go back of
that. You’ll never be able to trust
me again. There’ll always be that
feeling, somewhere, ’way back in
your mind, that I failed you!”
Vicky, her elbows on the kitchen
table, her chin in her hands, looked
thoughtful.
J‘l suppose so,” she said slowly.
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“But I don’t know that HTnatters.
You’ve seen me looking pretty hor
rible, ugly and crying and fright
ened and only anxious to be let off
pain; it doesn’t seem to make you
like me any less when I’m all gotten
up in my new Paris clothes. Luck
ily people forget those things, when
—under it all—they love each
other.”
Quentin answered her with a long
look.
“I think you really believe that,”
he said after a while. “You’re not
like anyone else in the world!”
Vicky in her turn was thoughtful.
“Perhaps we’re both tired,” she
said. “For that matter, what’s hap
pened tonight is enough to throw us
into nervous breakdowns. We don’t
often talk this way. But it’s only
fair to tell you something, Quentin,
that may partly explain the way
I feel, the way I act. When we
were married, eleven years ago, I
talked about marrying for reasons,
about not being carried away by
excitement, about not falling in love.
“I told you my idea of marriage
was companionship, home, children.
You were a widower with a deli
cate youngster—” She laughed. “It
seems funny now to think of Gwen
as delicate, doesn’t it?” she said.
“Women were making your life a
burden, and you needed just what I
had to give. I remember our talk
ing of it once, and your saying that
whatever the agreement was before
marriage, however reasonable and
dispassionate the feeling was, no
man could have a young wife around
and not come to love her, that is
presuming that he didn’t come to
hate her. Do you remember that?”
“Vaguely.”
“Well, the joke was on me,” Vicky
said, “for I had it—had it desperate
ly, the whole time! I trembled and
got silly when you spoke to me, I
thought of you all day long and lay
awake dreaming of you all night.
I was the love-sickest woman who
ever knelt down and thanked God
that the most marvelous man in the
world had deigned to look at her!
I never told you, I was too proud.
I tackled the big house and the serv
ants and Gwen; I even went to the
hospital and had your babies, Quent.
But I never dared tell you! You
never asked me to; you took me
calmly for granted, meals and fur
nace and Gwen and babies and an
swering the telephone and buying
you new shirts, and that was the
way I wanted it to be. I didn’t
want to be the one to introduce the
silly, the sentimental side of it, cry
when you forgot my birthday, and
expect you to compliment me every
night on the way my hair was done!
I’d said I wanted a certain kind of
marriage—work and responsibility
and companionship, and plenty of
criticism if I didn’t do my job, and
I got it! But I’ve loved you all the
time! Quent, when you come home
tired at night and go to sleep with
your big heavy head on my shoulder,
I lie awake sometimes for joy. Juliet
has nothing on me, nor Beatrice, nor
Nicolette!
She stood up, smiled at him.
“There!” she said. "That’s my
awful confession. I’ve made you
a speech.”
Quent took Victoria in his arms.
“You’ve made me a speech, Vic.
I’ll never forget it.”
[THE END]
LIBEL FOR DIVORCE
Joseph N. Owen v. Ouida Grubbs
Owen.—Libel for Total Divorce.
In Early Superior Court, Octo
ber Term, 1937.
To Ouida Grubbs Owen, the de
fendant:
You are hereby commanded to be
and appear at the next term of the
Superior Court of Early County,
Georgia, to be held on the First
Monday in October, 1937, and an
swer the plaintiff’s petition for a to
tal divorce in the above-stated case,
as required by the order of said
court.
Witness the Honourable C. W.
Worrill, Judge of the Superior
Court of Early County, Georgia, this
14th day of August, 1937.
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Fourteenth century. The Chinese are
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STOCKLAW ELECTION
GEORGIA, Early County:
Notice is hereby given that 15 or
more freeholders of the 1572nd dis
trict G. M., of said county have in
accordance with the provision of sec
tion 62-502 of the Civil Code of
Georgia, petitioned the undersigned
to call an election in said District
for the benefit of the provisions of
Sections 62-405, 62-601, to 62-603,
and 62-9905 of the Civil Code of
Georgia, and that after this notice
has been published for 20 days at
all election precincts and public
places and for twenty days in the
Early County News, the undersign
ed will proceed to have an election
held in said Militia District in the
following manner, to-wit: “For
Fence” or “Stock Law”, said election
to be held at the place and under
the same rules and regulations as
are provided for members of the
General Assembly and after 15 days’
notice there at the most public
places in said district at which elec
tion all persons who are qualified to
vote for members of the General
Assembley and who have been bona
fide residents of said District for 90
days immediately proceeding said
election shall be qualified to vote.
This 21st day of September, 1937.
D. C. MORGAN, Ordinary.
NOTICE TO DEBTORS AND
CREDITORS
GEORGIA —Early County:
All creditors of the estate of Mrs.
Posey Tyler, late of Early County,
Georgia, deceased, are hereby noti
fied to render their demand to the
undersigned according to law, and
all persons indebted to said estate
are required to make immediate
payment to me.
This July 28, 1937.
J. G. KILLINGSWORTH,
Administrator of the estate of
Mrs. Posey Tyler, deceased.
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EARLY COUNTY TAX LEVY
FOR 1937
GEORGIA, Early County:
By H. C. Fort, C. E. Martin, J.
C. Balkcom, W. R. Pullen, and L.
H. Baughman, Board of County
Commissioners of Early County, sit
ting for county purposes:
It is ordered that one and sixty
one-hundredths, or sixteen mills, on
the dollar of the taxable property of
said county, as per the digest for
the year 1937, be and the same is
hereby levied, and that the same be
collected by the Tax Commissioner,
for the following purposes, to-wit:
1. Four mills on the dollar to pay
legal indebtedness due, past due, or
to become due during the year 1937.
2. Five mills on the dollar for the
public buildings, bridges, repairs
thereto, and other public improve
ments.
3. One mill on the dollar to pay
sheriffs and jailers such fees as are
due according to law.
4. One-fourth (.25) of one mill
on the dollar to pay jurors their per
diem compensation.
5. One-fourth (.25) of one mill on
the dollar to pay bailiffs, non-resident
witnesses, fuel, servants’ hire, sta
tionery, and the like.
6. One-fourth (.25) of one mill
on the dollar to pay the salary of
the judge of the city court of
Blakely.
7. One and one-fourth (1.25) mills
on the dollar to pay for the support
of the poor, and otherwise as pre
scribed by law.
8. Four mills on the dollar to
meet the expense of the county in
maintaining, repairing and opening
up the public roads of the county.
In addition to the above and
foregoing tax, upon the recommen
dation of the County Board of Ed
ucation, there is levied upon all of
the taxable property of the county,
except that located within the cor
porate limits of the city of Blakely,
a tax of five mills upon the dollar
for the purpose of maintaining the
public schools of the county.
There is also levied upon all of
the property in each of the following
named school districts of the coun
ty, upon the recommendation and
request of the local trustees of said
named districts, the number of mills
upon the dollar stated opposite the
names of the respective school dis
tricts herein-after specified:
Name of School Mills on the Dollar
Dist. For Main-
tenance For Bonds
Jakin _ 2 5
Colomokee 2% 5
Liberty Hill 4 5
Rowena 2 5
New Hope 2 7
Rock Hill 4 8
Springfield 4 7 Vs
Damascus 4 10
Union 4 7
Arlington 4 5
Centerville 4
Cedar Springs 4 3%
Lucile 3
It is further ordered that the fore
going tax levy be published in the
official gazette of the county, as re
quired by law.
In session for county purposes,
this 7th day of September, 1937.
H. C. FORT,
C. E. MARTIN,
J. C. BALKCOM,
W. R. PULLEN,
L. H. BAUGHMAN,
Commissioners of Early County.
CITATION.
GEORGIA, Early County:
To all whom it may concern:
Paul G. Bostwick having in due
form applied to me for permanent
letters of administration upon the
estate of Mrs. Lucille Hammack
Bostwick, deceased, this is to notify
the next of kin and creditors of
Mrs. Lucille Hammack Bostwick, de
ceased, that said application will be
heard before me at the regular Oc
tober Term, 1937, of the Court of
Ordinary of said county.
Witness my hand and official
signature, this the 6th day of Sep
tember, 1937.
D. C. MORGAN, Ordinary.