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4'SMILES 4
OHI OHI
Mother (from upstairs)—Please,
Tommy, turn off the radio. That
lady announcer with the rasping
voice ought to be kept off the air!
Tommy—But, Mother, It’s Mrs.
Jones to see you.
Intricacies
“A financier lias to be an expert
to explain intricacies of finance.”
“Yes,” answered Mr. Dustin Stax
•‘But It’s easier when lie’s talking tfl
a board of directors and not a grand
Jury."
No Fairl
Registrar—Have you been married
before, madam? And, If so, to whom?
Film Star—What’s the big Idea?
Memory test?—London Humorist.
Hard Boiled?
Bingo—In Russia children are
brought up by the state.
Stingo—Well, It would take an act
of congress to do anything with mine.
WNU—7 6—35
.MiAiirr
HILLTOPS CLEA R
...By EM1UE WRING...
Oox>yr!fht by The Penn Publishing Co. WNU Service.
CHAPTER V
— 7 —
Jean Gerard regarded the desk In
the gun room ht High Ledges with
pursed lips and angry eyes.
“Gee, but you make me mad!”
She addressed the piece of furni¬
ture as If it were maliciously respon¬
sible for her frustration. She wrig¬
gled a hairpin In the lock of the top
drawer. Then with teeth set, she
grasped the handles, jerked with all
her strength. The drawer came out
with a suddenness which sent her
sprawling and scattered three letters
from the desk onto the floor.
Ruefully she rubbed the,back of her
head. She knelt beside the drawer
and eagerly examined its contents.
There were several photographs of n
pretty girl. One showed her in bouf¬
fant tulle on the back of a horse.
Jean’s eyes dilated.
“Circus rider !" she crooned. “Goody,
Pli see one like her tomorrow." She
turned the photograph over. • Off the
back was scrawled:
"Miraculous escape. From calico
and Calloway to liberty and lo—
Fondly, Mill y.”
“Slip’s a cutey nil right. I—” Jean
gulped ns a shadow fell across the
photograph.
“Where’s your uncle?”
The photograph fell from her hand
and lay with piquant, smiling face up¬
ward as Jean stared at the scowling
man who loomed over her.
*T—I—don’t know. Shall I try to
find him, Mr. Calloway?"
Len Calloway removed his glance
from the pictures and letters on the
floor long enough to glare at her.
“Tell him I want to talk with him.
Scram!” ' '
Frightened at the grayness of his
fnce, Jean fled. She scurried through
the different rooms. Called. No an¬
swer. She had better go back and tell
Mr. Calloway.
As she entered the gun room, one of
the long French windows banged,
“lie’s gone. I guess that’s that.’.’
She dropped to her knees beside the
d.awer. Better put It bitrk before
anyone saw it. She scrambled up the
contents. Where was the picture of
the cutey circus rkler? Gone. Had
Mr. Calloway taken It? Why should
he want It? Would her uncle he mad
with her for having touched the desk?
“I’d better get a move on.”
She hurriedly replaced the drawer,
picked up the letters. Only two!
There had been three when they fell.
Had Mr. Calloway snitched one? What
would he do with It? “Gee, have I
started something?" she thought.
In the library after dinner, Rodney
Gerard glanced nt Jean speculatively
as she bent demurely over a book. Her
absorption was out of character. She
wns too quiet. She had been prying
with rather frightening results; he
recognized the symptoms.
He glanced about the room us he
refilled his pipe. Good room. Big,
yet not too full of things, mellow,
dignified. Not too bad a place in
which to spend part of a winter. He
glanced at his sister-in-law knitting
rapidly in the light of one of the softly
shaded lamps. Not so restful. He was
in for battle. He’d better go to It.
Mrs. Walter Gerard looked up. She
'aid down her knitting.
*’? b«ve planned to close the house
"El e-phants Are Coming! Hold
Your Horses!’
on Thursday, if that suits you, Rod¬
ney. The days are getting so short."
“You needn't bother to do that,
Annie. I shall remain here for part
of the winter. 1 have decided to thin
about a thousand acres of woodland
and It will require my personal over¬
sight. You and Jem toddle along to
New York as you planned.”
“The Idea! Of course I shan't de¬
sert you. Rodney. I can stay, at least
■mill after Christinas; then my cousin,
the ambassador, has asked me to visit
aim."
G*rurd buckled on Ills armor of d '
er ail cation. He hated to hurt her Vu
M e-uldn't wouldn't have I t .
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der his feet, and that's where she
would be.
“I appreciate your kindness, Annie,
but Jim Armstrong, one of my room¬
mates at college, who is a forester, will
arrive soon to look over the timber and
advise me as to what should come out.
I bate like the dickens to say it, you
have been so kind to keep house for
me this summer, but I would prefer
not to have you here.”
Jean flung herself at Gerard.
"Hey thero,_ Kurlons Kid, go slow.
Want to push me into the fire?” The
girl's grip tightened.
“Uncle Rod, please let me stay with
you, please! I’m not going to school
this winter anyway. I hate New York,
and Mother and Father are always
fighting, and I love to be witti you,
and Ml he a perfect lady, honest I will.
I’lease let me stay. I'm—I'm always
sort of peaceful with you.”
Gerard's eyes were tender ns he
looked down at the pleading face.
Peaceful. Poor, lonely kid. She did
have a tough time. Not much fun liv¬
ing with her parents. Walter rarely
came to High Ledges now. Was It too
dull for him, or were there other rea¬
sons? Should he let Jean stay? He
was fond of the funny little thing. Prue
Schuyler was taking an Interest In
her; she was making her happier, more
human than the impish child she had
been.
“What say, Annie?. Will 'you let
Jean stay with me until after Christ¬
mas? No," he anticipated, as his sis¬
ter-in-law started to speak, "it will
upset my plans to have von here; be¬
sides, you should be In New York with
Walter.”
“Walter doesn’t want me, either.”
For tlie first time since he had
known her, Rodney heard Annie Gerard
acknowledge defeat. Mighty hard on
her. Walter was a had egg, of course,
but she had a cruel tongue and was so
affected. That didn’t excuse Walt; a
THE STORY FROM THE BEGINN1ING
Prudence Schuyler comes from New York to Prosperity Farm, Inherited from
her uncle, to make a new life for herself and her brother, David, whose health
has been broken by tragedy. The second day on her farm Prue falls from the
barn toft Into the arms of Rodney Gerard, rich young man, who lives at High
Hedges on the neighboring farm. There Is at once a mutual attraction between
the two, but Prudence decides to maintain a cool attitude toward him. She sus¬
pects men since her sister's husband ran away with her brother'a wife. Len Cal¬
loway, a rival of Gerard, tries to buy the timber oft Prue’s land, hut she dis¬
likes his conceited attitude and contracts with Rod to dispose of the trees.
On the evening Prue Is expecting David from New York she is visited by Mrs.
Walter Gerard and her thirteen-year-nld daughter, Jean. They are hateful,
curious persons and leave Prue rankled. A few days later Prudence comes In
contact with them again when she accompanies Rod to his place. A clown comes,
advertising a circus in a nearby town. Prue promises to accompany Rod and
Jean to the circus.
man should he true to his wife no mat¬
ter how she developed—lmt—the gods
be praised, the problem of being true
lo Annie wasn’t his.
“Look here, K. K., If I let you stay,
will you solemnly promise not to pry
into my affairs oi—or the affairs of
the the neighbors?”
Joy glowed beneath the tears. “1
promise I'll be the finest girl ever, Un¬
cle Rod."
“I'll give you a try. May she stay,
Annie?”
“If you want her. Rodney. The doc¬
tor snld she should live out of doors
this winter, so perhaps she'll he better
off here In the country.”
"Then hustle to New York, send
down warm clothes for her and the bill
to me. Take the servants with you.
I ll pay them for lost time. Jean and 1
will he off early, perhaps before you
start.”
“Off! Where?”
“There's a circus In the next town
and we—we are going in a party.”
"A party! I see. I think 1, know
who the party will be. I wasn't horn
yesterday, Rodney."
How he detested her wink. Rodney
thought, as he watched her leave the
room. Jean slipped her arm through
her uncle's.
"She’s mad!’’ she observed In a
strident whisper.
"Cut that out, K. K. Never criticise
your mother. You make good or you’ll
l>e packed off to New York on the first
train. Get me?”
”1 will, Uncle Rod. Cross-my-tliroat
an'-hope-to-dle. What time will we
start for the circus? I’ll be ready. I
won’t go to sleep for a minute to¬
night.”
"Ml bet you won't. I'm not so old
that I’ve forgotten the nights before
your father and I went to the circus.
Go to bed. Get going."
He watched her as she ran to the
door.
“You sure have taken on responsi¬
bility,’’ he reminded himself.
' The next morning Rodney, with Jean
snuggled in the roadster beside him.
stopped before the red brick house.
Prudence was waiting at the gate; her
vivid, lips were curved in a radiant
smile.
“Good morning. Jean. I’m thrilled!
My heart is so light it's bouncing along
on balloon tires. Will there be room
for me on the front seat. Mr. Gerard?”
“Cut out that ‘Mr.’—Gorgeous. It
doesn't click with a circus. Rod—to
you. Of course there's room in front.
Hop in.”
Jean bounced In her seat. “Hurry
up, Miss Prue. Let's go, Uncle Rod."
The main street of the town was
lined with crowds when they
•ached It; It boiled with children,
hoed with the cries of fakirs, biased
with mammoth black and red posters.
Gerard parked the roadster on a side
street. Jean's feet barely touched the
ground as between Prudence and her
uncle she was swept along in the hur¬
rying crowd. She stopped short In
front of a poster showing an eques¬
trienne In rose-color tulle skirts and a
brief bodice, witli the caption :
MADEMOISELLE MILLEE
“Why, there's my cutey—’’
Gerard looked at her sharply as she
bit oft the next word.
“What do you mean. K. K.? Yovt—”
“Buy the kid a balloon! Buy the
kid a balloon ! Say, listen ! What’s a
circua to a kid without a balloon?”
The hatless man with an unkempt
tnnne of black hair and a flock of col¬
ored balloons straining at their leashes,
blocked the way. Jean’s eyes were like
dancing stars.
“May I have one, Uncle Rod?”
“Sure. Choose the color. Have one,
Prue?”
"Of course. I want that fat green
one which looks as if it were about to
burst from its own importance.”
What fun she was! How friendly
she had been on the drive over. Had
she buried the hajehet she seemed al¬
ways to have up her sleeve for him?
She was so alive mentally and physical¬
ly. Life never Mqald get one by the
throat if one had a girl like her with
whom to travel “through the years,
Rodney thought.
“It's coming! The parade’s com¬
ing.”’ Prudence gripped Gerard's arm.
"Hear that bugle, Jean?”
Rodney pushed Jean in front of him.
Crushed his arm against his side to
keeii I’rue's hand there. Far down the
street was a restless sea of waving
plumes, shining helmets, brilliant flags.
Music billowed forward. Snares.
Drums. Cornets. Clarinets. He said
to Prudence:
“The thrill of the Big Top. It's got
me. I’m as excited as any kid In the
crowd.”
The girl's brilliant eyes met his.
“It's got me, too. I’m shaking with
excitement. Here they come! I won¬
der if we’ll see Chicot.”
Music nearer now. A hand in bril¬
liant red coats, tall shakos on their
heads, passed playing, “Stars and
Stripes Forever." Countless feet tap¬
ping the rhythm. Countless throats
humming the tune.
Everywhere the glitter of rhine
stones among sequins. Everyone gay.
Everyone smiling. The parade was
hitting on all cylinders.
“El-e-pliants are coining! Hold your
horses!”
An enormous elephant led the herd,
the scarlet coated man on his head
seemed like a midget, the keepers
strutting at his side mere pigmies.
Gerard felt Jean’s fingers tighten
in his, heard her quick breath of relief
as the unwieldy beast passed. Pru¬
dence caught her free hand and smiled.
Had she sensed the child's fear?
A monkey-faced ciown commenced
to beat up a gigantic police-clown.
Jean wailed:
“Chicot isn’t there. He said he'd
wink at me.” Her eyes were deep
wells of disappointment. Gerard
squeezed the thin fingers sympa¬
thetically.
“Take it easy, K. K. He’ll come.
There he is uow! See hint? See
him?" He caught her under the arms
and lifted her for an instant. “He's
on that funny little bicycle. See him?”
She nodded excited assent. He set
her on her feet. “See how the big fat
faced clown on the motorcycle behind
him keeps butting into his hind wheel?
Chicot has a balloon. A red balloon
like yours, K. K. He'll see you in a
minute."
Prudence laughed up at him. “Chi¬
cot must have a magic charm for at¬
tracting hearts. Jean is positively
tearful over him. and I warmed to him
at once.”
“If he lias touched your" shellacked
heart. I'll offer him a fortunfcfor his—”
"Ton are missing the comedy," Prue
reirfnded crisply.
As Chicot came abreast oY Jean, his
balloon popped. With heart-rending
sobs he shook the bit of rubber toward
the girl,
“Well of all people! If here Isn't
the new lumber firm of Schuyler and
Gerard eating popcorn and watching
the el’phants!"
Calloway's taunting voice at his
shoulder sent the blood in Rodney
Gerard's body rushing to his ears in
blinding, black anger. His furious
eyes met the mocking eyes _on a level
with his.
“Shut up, Calloway! You—"
“Take mine, Chicot! Take mine! - ’
John» excited voice cut into her un¬
cle's. She darted forward. Rodney
grabbed for her. Jlissed. The motor¬
cycle clown, looking back in a parting
wisecrack, shot forward at full speed.
The crowd shrieked. Chicot caught
the girl. Flung her back with all his
force. The panic-stricken cyclist
crashed into him.
Aeons after, it seemed to Rodney
Gerard, the physician, bending over
“Be a Good—Girl, Mllly.”
Jean’s limp figure on the black hair¬
cloth sofa in a nearby house, straight¬
ened.
“She's coming out of St all right.
Prolonged faint from shock. Better
get her home as soon as she can sit
up."
1’rudence whispered:
"Don’t look so agonized, Rodney.
See, her eyelids are quivering.”
“I’m all shot to pieces over this. I—
1 didn’t know how much I cared for the
Kuriotis—’’ Gerard choked on the
words.
Across the room on the floor where
they had dropped him lay the clown.
Rodney Gerard bent over the twisted
body, laid his hand on the dirt
streaked shoulder.
“You saved her, Chicot. Can yon
hear? You—”
“Let me in! Where's Grandpop?
Let me in !”
A girl, in the cotton velvets and
plumed Hat of a circus rider on parade,
burst Into the room. Patches of rouge
stood out like fever spots on her color¬
less fnce. Her black eves were dis¬
tended with fright. With a shriek
she flung herself to her koeea beside
Chicot, put her arms under the old
clown's shoulders, and lifted him until
his head rested against her breast.
A spasm of pain contorted the
grotesque face. The lids under their
painted brows opened. He tried to
put his hand over hers. It wavered
futilely and dropped. His whisper
seemed to fill the still room.
"Be a good—girl, Milly. You'll he a
—great—rider—If you keep at It. I’ve
kept you—with me—you're safer—
now. I—must—get up. Time—for—
my act—’’
The last faint word fluttered In a
sigh. Chalky lids drooped over dull
eyes. The crumpled figure settled
lower In the girl's arms.
“Grandpop 1 Grandpop! Don't leave
me! I can’t bear It to have yon hurt ’
First I hurt you and now—”
The physician gently loosened the
girl's arms and eased the body of the
old clown to the floor. Rodney Gerard
laid his hand on her shoulder.
TO BE CONTINUED
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