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MODEL OF SEA BOTTOM
An accurate model of the bottom
of the tropical sea is being prepared
for the Buffalo Museum of Science
by a group of artists who made many
descents for the purpose. At a depth
of 25 feet the floor of the sea is re¬
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growths in many brilliant colors. All
the features of the submarine land¬
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inal specimens or by reproducing
them In plaster, and when it has been
assembled, the spectator will get the
effect of viewing the bottom of the
sea as it is seen by the diver.
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The
SILVER
FLUTE
By Lida Larrimore
©, Macrae-Smlth Company
WNU Service.
SYNOPSIS
Ufi her eighteenth birthday, Bar¬
bara, motherless daughter of Christ¬
opher Thorne, artist, awakes with an¬
ticipation of the joys of the day. She
receives a birthday ring from Bruce
MacLain, young artist friend of the
family, but more than friend to Bar¬
bara. Barbara and Bruce go plcknick
Ing on the sands at Provincetown. He
tells her a story of a gypsy boy, a lit
STPsy girl whom he loves, and
the song of a silver flute. She knows
It is her own love tale. Her happiness
turns to sorrow when she returns home
to learn her father has been drowned.
Relatives arrive and take charge of
things. Having been almost a mother
to the others, Barbara cannot think of
their separation, Kit’s sensitive nature
bruised in Uncle Herbert's household
by his rough-and-ready cousins, and
Gay spoiled by her association with
silly Aunt Lola. Bruce urges immedi¬
ate marriage, but that would mean
separation. Desperate, the four chil¬
dren plot to run away to Barbara's
godfather, “Uncle Stephen” Drake,
whom they have never seen. Stephen
Drakt, bachelor, forty years old, still
has ^ivid recollections of the beauti¬
ful young matron, Barbara’s mother,
whom he had loved eighteen years be¬
fore. He had made up his mind to pro¬
pose that night to Emily Trent, so
that his well-ordered household might
have a permanent head.
CHAPTER V—Continued
— 9 —
Natalie played the piano softly at
the other end of the rom. Robert
King, her husband, big and blond and
handsome, lounged against the piano,
humming the tune she played, looking
over her sleek dark head at Emily and
Stephen.
"Nat,” he asked, “is Stephen going
to marry her?’’
“Aunt Edith thinks so.”
“Don’t you think we should Inter¬
fere?” Bob continued, his blue eyes
crinkling at the corners. “He’s slip¬
ping fast. Any minute may be too
late. Let’s yell ‘Fire!’”
“Goose!” Her eyes loved him, his
shoulders, his eyes, his crisp blond
hair. She and Bob were so happy.
Bob! She felt his love pouring over
her, blotting out every thought not
centered in themselves.
“Darling!” she whispered, through
light rippling chords.
“Darling!” he answered, bending to
touch her hair.
Henry arrived with the cocktails.
Emily sipped hers slowly, taking a
very long time. Stephen fumed with
impatience and then, when she had
finished, he was uneasy and urged her
to have another.
She shook her head. He saw that
her hands were trembling. Dear Emily.
Tenderness stirred in his heart. Aunt
Edith was showing Professor Trent
the curios in the crystal and rosewood
cabinet. Natalie and Bob were look¬
ing through a pile of music, entirely
absorbed in themselves. It was an op¬
portune moment to slip away. Stephen
turned to Emily.
“Aunt Edith’s orange trees actually
bloomed,” he said, trying to make his
voice sound casual. “Would you like
to see them?”
“Very much,” Emily said faintly.
He was taking her to the conserva¬
tory! Did that mean anything? It
meant so much to her. She wanted
to be married, to be cared for and
secure. She wanted to marry Stephen.
The orange trees stood in painted
tubs, small dwarfed trees with glossy
green leaves and clusters of wax-like
blossoms.
“Lovely!’’ Emily breathed, hiding her
hot face among the moist leaves,
smelling the fragrance of the blos¬
soms. Orange blossoms! Surely that
was significant.
“Lovely!” she breathed to the car¬
nations, to the small potted rose tree
covered with pink-tipped buds. If she
might stay here always! Her eyes
filled with tears.
“You’re crying.”
"I’m a goose.” She fumbled for her
handkerchief, hating herself for cry¬
ing, wondering what he thought.
“Let’s use mine.”
He wiped away her tears with a
square of fine linen which had a pleas¬
ant smell. Everything about him was
so exactly right. She wondered how it
would feel to have him kiss her, and
the color swept into her cheeks.
Stephen saw the bright pink flush.
Perhaps, for Emily, he was a real
romance. The thought surprised him.
It had not occurred to him before.
Dear Emily! She looked young and
appealing In the dim light of the con¬
servatory. She would make him a
charming wife.
“Emily . . He drew her to him,
felt her trembling in his arms. It
seemed absurd to him now that he had
ever felt uneasy about asking her to
marry him. “Emily, dear . .
There was a sound of footsteps, a
discreet warning cough. Emily slipped
away from his arms. Henry, spare
and elderly and tactful, walked toward
them.
"I beg your pardon, Mister Stephen,”
he said, coughing discreetly again.
“But there’s someone to see you, sir.”
"Callers?” Stephen asked, annoyed
at the Interruption.
“Four children. They asaed espe¬
cially for you.”
“I can’t Imagine—” Stephen’s brow
was creased in a puzzled frown. “All
right, Henry. I’ll come.”
Henry took himself off.
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“Wait for me here,” Stephen said to
Emily. “I’ll return as soon ns I can”
—he lifted her hand to his lips and
added gently—“dear.”
He was gone so long! Emily broke
off a cluster of orange blossoms. The
petals spilled from her fingers, drifted
down to tlie floor.
• **••••
They stood huddled together in the
hall, a weary, worn-looking little group,
surrounded by shabby luggage.
Who were they? Stephen wondered
as he came from the shadows Into the
light of the hall chandeliers. He was
sure he had not seen them before.
And yet the older girl looked familiar.
She detached herself from the group
and walked to meet him, a weary but
gallant figure, in a velveteen jacket
and a pleated skirt.
“Are you Uncle Stephen?” she
asked, extending politely a small, very
grubby hand.
Uncle Stephen! The name pro¬
nounced in a voice husky with weari¬
ness caused Stephen's heart to stir
strangely. The puzzled frown left his
brow.
“Yes,” lie said, taking the small hand
which felt cold and very frightened.
"You couldn’t be expected to recog¬
nize me.” She lifted a pale face set
with dark anxious eyes. “You haven’t
seen me since I was a baby being
christened.”
“Of course I recognize you,”
Stephen said gently. “I would have
known you anywhere. You are my
little fillette.”
There was a sudden bewildering
change in the small heart-shaped face.
The weariness vanished, the lines of
anxiety smoothed themselves out. The
wide dark eyes shone like misty stars.
The red lips smiled, a gay smile that
woke a sleeping dimple.
“You called me that,” she said.
“That’s why we ran away.”
CHAPTER VI
Aunt Edith came into the library
as the clock chimed eleven.
“Well, Stephen?” she said.
The “Well” demanded an explana¬
tion. Stephen rose from a chair be¬
side the fire.
“Did you enjoy the concert?” be
He Wiped Away Her Tears With
a Square of Fine Linen Which
Had a Pleasant Smell.
asked, hoping to turn Aunt Edith's
mind from the disturbing events of the
evening. He was in no mood for ex¬
planations.
“I can’t say that I did. I may be a
conceited old woman, but I don’t flat¬
ter myself to the extent of believing
that I was an acceptable substitute
for you.”
“I’m sorry,” Stephen said briefly. He
seemed preoccupied.
“It was rude, Stephen,” she said.
“Emily felt it, I’m sure.”
“I’m sorry,” he said again. This
time the words sounded more sincere.
Emily! He had forgotten her entirely.
She had no part in the thoughts which
had occupied his mind since his un¬
expected guests had been fed and put
to bed. “I think she will understand,”
he said.
“You’re optimistic.” Stephen, Aunt
Edith thought, had much to learn
about women. “Who are these chil¬
dren?” she asked.
“Their name is Thorne. Barbara is
my godchild.”
"Barbara? The older girl?”
“Yes.”
“How old is she?”
“Eighteen.”
“Indeed!” Aunt Edith seemed sur¬
prised. “You have never mentioned a
godchild,” she continued, after a
pause.
“There has been no occasion.”
“There is an occasion now. I try
not to pry into your affairs. But, four
children! Or rather three children
and a young girl. Well, I am only
human, Stephen.”
“Of course.” Stephen smiled. “Yon
are entitled to an explanation.”
Very briefly he told her the story of
Barbara’s christening.
“Odd sort of people,” Aunt Edith ob¬
served—“asking a stranger to be god¬
father for their child.”
“They were charming,” Stephen said
gently. “Both of them were artists.”
“Oh!” Aunt Edith said, as though
that explained the odd request. “One
doesn’t think of artists having chil¬
dren. Not in quantities,” she added.
“They do, I suppose.” Stephen
spoke of the interval he had spent
with them In a village In southern
France. Of Barbara’s mother he said
little. It was no concern of Aunt
Edith’s if he had loved a slender dark¬
eyed girl whose name was Barbara
Thorne. He could not speak of it
lightly. It was a story he never had
told.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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