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polnt plan of convenience and flat¬
tery Included in this neatly styled
house dress. Let’s add them up.
First: the bodice may be worn with
the contrast! iif! rever, as shown in
the larger sketch, or it may button
all the way up to a smart point
Second: the sleeves boast little in¬
verted pleats, jaunty to look at and
very comfortable when working.
Third: the slenderizing line sweep¬
ing down the middle front of the
frock ends in another Inverted pleat
to give the slim skirt adequate full¬
. ness. And finally, the patch pocket*
with their Important buttons are
both useful and cldc!
Pattern 9083 may be ordered only
In sizes 34, 30, 38, 40, 42, 44 and 46.
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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.
Intricacie*
“A financier has to be an expert
to explain intricacies of finance."
“Yes," answered Mr. Dustin Stax
"But It's easier when lie’s talking t«
a board of directors and not a grand
Jury."
No Fair!
Registrar—Have you been mended
before, madam? And, If so, to whom?
Film Star—What’s the big Idea?
Memory test?—London Humorist
Hard Boiled?
Bingo—In Russia children ere
brought up by the state.
Stingo—Well, It would take an act
of congress to do anything with mine.
WNU—7 6—35
HILLTOPS CLEA I
...By EMILIE WRING ...
OopyrJffht by The Penn Publishing Co. WNU Service.
CHAPTER V
— 7 —
Jean Gerard regarded the desk In
the gun room at 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 a
pretty girl. One showed her in bouf¬
fant tulle on the back of a horse.
Jean’s even dilated.
“Circus rider!” she crooned, “Goody,
i’ll see one like her tomorrow.” She
turned the photograph over. On the
back was scrawled:
“Miraculous escape. From calico
and Calloway to liberty and lo—
Fondly, Mllly.”
“She’s a cutey all 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.
“I—I—don’t know. Shall I try to
find him, Mr. Calloway?”
Let) 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 a) the grayness of his
face, 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.
“He’s gone. I guess that’s Unit.”,
She dropped to her kueej beside tfie
drawer. Better put it hack before
anyone saw it. She scrambled up the
contents. Where was the picture of
the cutey circus rider? Gone. Had
M"r. Calloway taken it? Why should
he want It? Would her uncle be mad
with her for having touched the desk?
“I’d better get a move on.”
She hurriedly replaced the drawer,
picked lip the letters. Only two!
There had been three when they fell.
Had Mr. Calloway snitched one? What
would lie do with it? “Gee. have I
started something?” she thought.
In the library after dinner, Rodney
Gerard glanced at Jean speculatively
as she bent demurely over a hook. Her
absorption was out of character. She
was too quiet. She had been prying
with rather frightening results; he
recognized the symptoms.
lie glanced about the room ns be
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 tip. She
laid down her knitting.
“I Love planned to close the house
| “El e phants Are Coming! Hold
Your Horses!'
>n Thursday, if that suits you. Rod
ley. The days ere getting so short.”
“You needn't bother to do that,
annie. I shall remain here for part
I of the winter. 1 have decided to thin
shout a thousand acres of woodland
snd It will require my personal over¬
sight. You and Jem toddle along to
New York as you planned."
"'flic idea! Of course I shan't de¬
sert you, Rodney. I can stay, at least
mtll after Christmas; then my cousin,
he ambassador, has asked me to visit
dm.”
Gerard berk led on his armor of ■!*■
emanation, lie hated to hurt her
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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 hate like the dickens to say it, you
have been so kind to keep house for
me tills summer, but I would prefer
not to have you here."
Jean flung herself at Gerard.
“Hey there, Kurious 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 with you,
and I’ll he n perfect lady, honest I will.
Please let me stay. I’m—I'm always
sort of peaceful with you.”
Gerard’s eyes were tender as 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 you here; be¬
sides, you should be in New York with
Walter.”
“Walter doesn’t want me, either.”
For the first time since lie had
known her, Rodney heard Annie Gerard
acknowledge defeat. Mighty hard on
her. Walter was a bad egg, of course,
but she had a cruel tongue and was so
affected. That didn’t excuse Walt; a
THE STORY FROM THE BEGINNHNG
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 loft into the arms of Rodney Gerard, rich young man, who lives at High
Ledges 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's wife. Len Cal¬
loway, a rival of Gerard, tries to buk the timber off Prue's land, but 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-old 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 Rnd to his place. A clown comes,
advertising a circus in a nearby town. Prue promises to accompany Rod and
Jean to the circus.
mail should he true to his wife no mat¬
ter how sin* developed—but—the gods
he praised, Ihe problem of being true
to Annie wasn't his.
“Look here. K. K., If I let you stay,
will you solemnly promise not to pry
into my affairs or—or the affairs of
tlie—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 said she should live out of doors
this winter, so perhaps she'll be 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
wlio the party will be. 1 wasn't born
yesterday, Rodney."
How he detested her wink, Rodney
thought, ns 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
he packed off to New York on the first
train. Get me?”
“1 will, Uncle Rod. Cross-my-throat
ao’-hope-to-die. What time will we
Start for the circus? I’ll be ready, I
won’t go to sleep for a minute to¬
night."
"I'll bet you won’t. I'm not so old
that I’ve forgotten the nights
your father and 1 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." lie 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;
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.
“Cut out that ‘Mr.'—Gorgeous. It
doesu't click with a circus.
you. Of course there's room in front.
Hop in.”
Jean bounced In her seat.
up. Miss Prue. Let s go. Uncle
The main street of the town
already lined with crowds when
cached It; It boiled with
hoed with the erle* of fakirs,
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 pqpter showing an eques¬
trienne in rose-color tulle skirts and a
brief bodice, with the caption :
MADEMOISELLE MILLEE
“Why, there’s my cutey—”
Gerard looked at her sharply as she
bit off the next word.
"What do you mean, K. K.? You—”
“Buy the kid a balloon! Buy the
kid a balloon! Say, listen! Wiiat’s a
circus to a kid without a balloon?"
The hatiess man with an unkempt
mane of black hair Rnd a flock of col¬
ored balloons straining at their leashes,
blocked the way. Jean's eyes were like
dancing stars.
“May 1 have one, Uncle Rod?”
“Sure. Choose the color. Have one,
Prue?"
"Of course. I want that fat green
one which looks ns 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 hatchet she seemed al¬
ways to have up her sleeve for him?
She was so alive mentally and physical¬
ly. Life never could 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
keep Prue'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."
Tlie girl’s brilliant eyes met his.
"It's got me, too. I’m slinking 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 rlilne
stones among sequins. Everyone gay.
Everyone smiling. The parade was
hitting on all cylinders.
“El-e-pliants are coming! 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 clown 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 lie is now! See him? 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 hutting 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 lie has touched your shellacked
heart, I'll offer him a fortune for his—"
"You are missing the comedy,” Prue
renrnded crisply. -
As Chicot came abreast of 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!”
Jeans excited voice cut into her un¬
cle's. She darted forward. Rodney
grabbed for her. Missed. 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
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limp figure on tlie black hair¬
sofa In a nearby house, straight¬
“She's coming out of it all right.
faint from shock. Better
her home as soon as she can sit
Prudence whispered:
“Don't look so agonized, Rodney.
her eyelids are quivering.”
"I'm all shot to pieces over this. I—
didn’t know how much I cared for the
Gerard choked on the
Across the room on the floor where
had dropped him lay the clown.
Gerard belit. over the twisted
laid his hand on the dirt
shoulder.
“Yon saved her, Chicot. Can yon
You—"
"Let me In ! Where's Gran dp op?
me in!”
A girl, In the cotton velvets and
hat of a circus rider on parade,
Into the room. Patches of rouge
out like fever spots on her color¬
face. Her black eyes were dis¬
with fright. With a shriek
flung herself to her kcees beside
put her arms under the old
shoulders, and lifted him until
head rested against her breast.
A spasm of pain contorted the
face. The lids under their
brows opened. He tried to
his iiand over hers. It wavered
and dropped. His whisper
to fill tlie still room.
“Be a good—girl, Milly. You'll be a
you keep at it. I’ve
you—with me—you're safer—
I—must—get up. Time—for—
act—”
The last faint word fluttered In a
Chalky lids drooped over dull
The crumpled figure settled
In the girl’s arms.
“Grandpop! Grandpop! Don't leave
I can't bear It to have you hurt'
1 hurt you and now—’’
The physician gently loosened the
arms and eased the body of the
clown to the floor. Rodney Gerard
his hand on her shoulder.
TO BE CONTINUED
Articles
and U. S. Constitution
The articles of confederation con¬
upon congress none but the
powers and recognized the
sovereignty of the states
a writer in the Cleveland Plain
Aside from the right to make wai
peace, regulate foreign inter*
receive and send ambassadors
and coinage of money, and set¬
disputed boundaries, congress had
power to act without the consent
nine of the states, each casting orva
It could not levy taxes, and
17S7 the war debt had ds
the financial repiDstion of the
Slates abroad.
The states were divided In their In¬
and at the last Colonial con¬
but eight of the states sent dele¬
Not the least of the weak¬
of the confederation was the
of a chief magistrate, nr
a national judiciary.
To meet these needs It was founj
to frame a new Constittt
systematically organizing a per
form of government.
This document arranges th° poweri
government under three heads—
executive and judicial—and
the supreme power It- the peo
of the whole country, Instead of
endeavoring to maintain a mul
of Independent states It re
a disjointed confederacy •>
states with a nation
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