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THE BEACH REVIEW
Frock
Put"
PATTERN S195
SYNOPSIS
o
9195
Is she never still a minute? Racing
madly about, arms and heels flying?
Then here's Just the little play frock
she needs, the kind that will "stay.
put"---the neat little collar and tidy
button.up front keep the dress from
pulling askew I The little skirt, with
its front and back pleat, allows for
freedom--and with the matching
bloomer~ what matter if she does
leap frog with brother? The
flare sleeve Is cooler, but the
a puffed version If
You could outline the
bias tape to match the
nd buttonS. Most practical In
printed pique or percale, and dalnti.
eat in dotted swiss, or dimity.
Pattern 9195 may be ordered only
ways Another Year
MARTHA 0STENS0 ever sioce his lemons visit to Ohicago
To the little town of Heron River
comes Anna ("Silver") Grenoble,
daughter of "Gentleman Jim,'" for-
merly of the community, known as
a gambler, news of whosemurder In
Chicago has reached the town. Soph-
ronie ~Vlllard, Jim Grenoble's sister, Is
at ths depot to meet Silver. Her house-
hold Consists of her husband, and step-
sons, Roderlck and Jason. The v~rillards
own only half of the farm. the other
half being Anna Grenoble's. On Silver's
arrival Duke Melbank, shiftless youth,
makes himself obnoxious. Sophro~a
slaps him. Roderick Is on the eve of
marriage to Corinne Meatier, daughter
of a failed banker. Silver declares her
eagerness to live with her aunt, on
the farm, and will not sell her portion.
|" ,,
CHAPTER I~II--Continued
~3~
She saw the unobtrusive, faded tan
of the wall paper, "with the silver
stripe In It. That was not In bad taste,
she thought stoutly. The curtains were
of ecru net, with side strips and vat-
~aee of plain blue rep; that had been
Roddy's Idea. She saw the upright
piano of black walnut, the keys yel-
lowing, and recalted that until Roddy
had removed It there had been a hand-
some green velvet scarf on its top,
hand-painted In pink roses. Sophronla
looked at the wails and thought how
much cosier they had been with the
plchtres and mottoes on them, and the
burnt leather panel with the head of
Pocahontas and the little calendar be-
low. Now, on the wall opposite her.
were three smallish etchings, placed
step-ladder fashlon. Black and white
---no color or life to them I One was
only/and and sly, the second the same
with a windmill stuck in It, and the
third was an old horse plodding across
-a frozen pond dragging a two-wheeled
cart.
"And is this lawyer--this Benjamin
Hubbard you speak of--" old Roderlck
was sayings"is he looking after all the
~the arrangements?"
"Yes," Sliver replied softly but very
clearly. "Ben is Iooklng.after every-
thing, It was dad's wlsh that his body
should be cremated and his ashes sent
here--to be near mother's grave."
"And did he live long enough to
tell you that?" Phronle asked, clearing
her throat.
"Oh~he spoke of that some months
ago," Silver said, '~rlght after he had
his first heart attack. But he men-
tioned it again---before he died."
"I see." Pbrenle winked rapidly
several times.
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The men shifted their feet In awk-
ward silence.
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she had been there, Sophronia experi-
enced in Silver's telling, the events of
the summer. She saw ttle scorching
day In June when Jim Grenoble had
crumpled forward ~on the street and
the doctor bad warned him. She saw
Jim's eyes as he had looked then---
levelty Into the face of doom. She
heard the doctor's voice telling Jim
that one of these days his heart would
snap llke a rubber band that had been
stretched too far. She heard Jim
asking his daughter Silver ~o see to it
--if anythihg happ~that his ashes
should rest 'In the country cemetery at
Heron River. Sophronis could hear
Silver promising--and pleading deSper-
ately with .him 'then to go away with
her to some qul~t place, away from
the tension and fever of the life they
, J ,, ,
A KICK COMING
Johnny--Boy, maybe that mule
you mean, =u~
me five tlmem
same place I
Cro~
to a~t-
.It won't be exactly a vacation,'*
said Senator Sorghum, "but Fll be
glad to get away. A man needs some
'~'es," 8liver Replied Softly but
Very Clearly,
were living. And she could see him
patting ~Is daughter's hand gently and
telling her that they Would go soon--
JUst as soon as they had enough money
put ~y.
Presently when Silver fell silent and
sat lsoklng intently at her clasped
hands, old Roderlck went to her and
od t~e stove lld and knocked o~t the
Ins;d~
"What we want to do," said the
Copyright Martha Ostenso
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looked fixedly at the wall opposite her.
Phronle had the feeling that Silver had
been about to impart some difficult ln-
formation, and then had changed her
mind.
• "Yes--he was coming back,~ she said
slowly. "He and I were all ready to
come. We had planned to take this
morning's train--the one I took alone."
Sophronla started. Her handker-
chief dropped limply into her lap.
Then, without warning, two large tears
rolled from her lids and down her
long brown cheeks.
"Please don't," Sliver breathed. "I'm
serry--I shouldn't have---"
"Never mind me !" Sophronla ex-
claimed in a tremendous voice. "I'm
an old fool. I thought we wouldn't
talk about it tonight. Rut--well, it's
time we were all turnln' In." She got
to her feet. "Looks as if Roddy won't
be comin' home tonight. Jase!" Her
younger stepson had entered the room
again, "Light the upstairs lamps i"
More than darkness, more than star-
light and an indolent wind flowed into
Sliver's room through the dormer win-
dows. Silver had been gazing at them
for over an hour, and the company
that entered there was palpable as her
heart-beat, undeniable as a truth in-
dividualized in loneliness. The corn-
@any was composed of Jim Grenoble's
love for her mother, Anna; of hls
tragic loss; his subsequent folly. But
It had other members as well: the
murmur of trees Jim had planted in his
hoyhood, the ripe fragrance of fields he
had tilled, the faint, gliding chuckle
of the creek under the willows" in the
ravine below.
She reached for the flashlight she
had left on the small table beside the
bed, She sat for a moment holding it
and listening to the dense silence of
the house, separating that silence from
the winged presences of her own
The others would be asleep
Barefooted, her high-heeled mules in
her hand, and a quilted robe about her,
Silver stole downstairs, using the flash-
light to guide her through the dat~k.
Once outside the house. It was a sim-
ple matter to follow the gentle slope
down ~ the old stone bulldlng. Pres.
early she knew she had come to the
dooryard of the old house, for the air
about her had subtly changed, as
though time lts~f had gathered there.
Ygdrnsil~her father had not permitted
her memery of It to die. Anna Grenoble
had named it ~ Sliver had told Sis-
ter Anastasla~ In one of the numerous
eonvent~,B£:hergl~h~d, a b~t Ygdra-
all, and the nun h~I sa/~l, Your moth-
er must have been a poet, Sliver."
Sliver felt her way In her Insecure
slippers across the ground to the left,
the direction from which came the
sound of the creel[. She seated her-
self and presently, overcome with
wearIness, sank down with her head
on her arms. It was only twenty-four
hours now sinCe Jim Grenoble had
died. Just twenty-four hours since
this spell of unreality had come upon
her. She had not been able to cry,
because crylpg was something real
Dad Jim had gambled from the first
--even In Cheyenne, where he had
gone Into businesm with a horse-tearier,
immediately after they ~td begun their
roaming. She had been a little too
young then to fear for Dad Jim.
It was inevitable that he should dlei
as he had died. There was a relent-
less rightness in his going the way
-he had gone. At a hacienda near
Mexico City, a peon in the employ of
Carlos Salamanca had darted out from
behind a pomegranate tree one moon-
|ight night after Jlm had taken four
thousand dollars from hls master, but
Jim had broken" the wrist of the hand
that held the knife and had kept the
knife as a souvenir of a close call.
She sat up and clasped her a~ms
about her knees and gazed with bu~n-
lag, dry eyes down at the dark flow
of the creek. What would that strange
aunt of hers, Dad Jim's sister, have
thought If she had told her that there
had been another reason, besides his
failing heart, for Jim Grenoble's sud-
den decision to return? Perhaps some
day she would tell Sophronla about
Gerald Lucas. Some day, when his
cool power over her and her capitula-
tion to him was only an evll dream,
she might tell Sophronia that it was
reall£ from Gerald Lucas that she had
fled; that Jim, knowlng Gerald for
what he was, had been overcome by
the knowledge that Silver was tn love
with him, and had blamed himself foe
exposing her to the corruptio~.of his
own life,
Silver Grenoble, as she lay under
the willow tree, was conscious of a
great wearlness, she knew deeply that
a chan~, was coming, pervasive and
calm, into l~er belng.
;oddy*Wlll:rd ;rought h~s c;; to
the curb in front of Torson's place,
turned off the Jlghts and stepped down.
Someone hailed him from across the
street, but he hesitated only s moment
and waved his hand.
At the end of the lunch counter,
Duke Melbanl~lounged, rolling a ciga-
rette in his pale, freckled hands. His
red hair flamed.
o
A cup f coffee, Lena,~ Roddy said
to the elder Torson girl as shegreeted
earlier In the summer.
"You been away," Duke said as he
slumped down upom a stool.
"Duke checks up on us, Lena," Rud-
dy smiled. "We've got to watch our
step."
"No," Duke objected. "[ was Just
thlnkln' you ain't heard, maybe, abou~
old Jim Grenoble."
"Gentleman Jim?"
"Sure. Him I seen When I was to
Chl last month. I could 'a' told then
he wouldn't come to no good end."
"Anything happened?" Roddy asked,
There was a certain leering knowing-
ness about Duke that filled him, as al-
ways, with distaste.
"Plenty l He got himself shot last
night."
"My G--d,I" Roddy exclaimed. "W~zo
shot him?"
"Fells named Rawson, it was. The
police got him. Killed him when he
was tryln' to make his getaway. Some
o' them guys can shoot, no foolia' I"
"Poor old Jim I" Roddy said to him-
self. "Sophronia will take that pretty
hard, I'm afraid."
Duke laughed mlrthlessly. "Not so's
you'd notice it."
"You've seen her?"
"I seen her, all right, all right. And
bowl She was down to meet the train
tonight."
"You mean--they sent the body--?"
Duke's hands played together. "Not
exactly. The one that came in tonight
wasn't what you'd call a dead one,
eh, Lena? I'll tell the woridl It was
Jim's daughter. Her I seen that night
in Chl wlth a big shot by the name o'
Lucas."
"Is she "here?"
"She's out to the farm, if that's what
you mean. But that oughtn't to worry
you none. She won't be stayin' long
In these parts, If I know anything.
Her kind don't belong round here."
He chuckled. "I've got her number,
all right, all right l"
But Roddy did not hear the ln-
mendo. Duke's disclosure bad flashed
like lightning across his mind. He
tossed a coin on the counter, seized his
ha~ and made for the door.
Driving home, he realized that he
was as near to panic as he had ever
been in his llfe. What would this
glrl's coming mean? She would un-
doubtedly sell her land for cash. It
was not likely that a couple of hun.
dred a year rental would Interest her.
He had been sending that amount to
Jlm Grenoble, after the deductlon of
taxes, and Jim had proq~ptly sent It
• back each time to hl~ sister Sophronla.
Five years ago, the land might have
come Into the l~uess~on of the Wtl-
lards~ ha~ It not'been 'for Jim Greno-
ble's obstinacy, Instead, the money
that might have bought it had gone
into bad investments. How, if they
lost the Grenoble section, were all the
WIIlards golng to live on the meager
income from their own land, which
was, by some trick of nature, not half
so rich? And in a week he, Roddy,
would have a wife to support as well
Rapidly he took stock of himself.
It was three years flow since he had
been graduated from college, and al.
though he still clung Jealously to-what
he had learned there, the soil had
taken him back to itself again. He
had worked the Grenoble land since he
was fifteen, and had vowed that some
day it would be his own in fact. And
now--=
Roddy brought hls car to a stop
in th~ little garage beside the barn,
and climbed out of it. He walked
slowly through the starlit darkness
up the path to "the house.
He let himself In through the back
door and struck a match, found the
lamp and lit it. Odd, he thought, but
he could have sworn He had heard a
footstep In the front hall He moved
through the house and saw a white-
faced girl standing In the hall with
one foot on the first step of the stair-
way. She had a flowered, thick robe
wrapped tightly about her, and she
carried a flashlight and a pair of slip-
pers. Her hair hung to her shoulders,
and was soft and pale and wavy, and
her eye~ were, in that startling m~
sent, enormous.
Sliver was the first to speak.
"I suppose you are Roddy Willard,"
she said, almost breathlessly.
"Yes," he said. and came ferward
wlth his hand outstretched. "And you
are Anna Grenoble, of. course." He
tried to relax his mouth Into a smile,
to check his agitation.
Her hand lay for an Instant In his,
while tbey surveyed each other with
cool appraisal.
"Yes," she said, smiling faintly.
"I only Just heard--In Heron River
--about what happened to your father."
he said Lullingly. "I'm terribly sorry."
Silver stood with one hand on the
balustrade and gave him a shadowy
look. "Thank you. I--" Her voice
trailed away. "I couldn't sleep--so I
wen~ for a walk--down to the old
house. I--I didn't expect to be caught
prowling. She gave him an odd look.
half apology, half defiance. "Good
night," she sald.
"Good night."
Sleep was out of the question. Rod.
dy went back t4~ the kitchen, turned
the lamp low and stepped,out the back
door. The delicate bitterness of com-
ing harvest filled his nostrils when he
drew a deep breath. In a few days he
Would be a married man--and Corinne
Mender established in the house of a
farmer who looked Into the future
with blind eyes.
He found it difficult to believe tha~
Jh~ Grenoble's death had coincided
so nearly ~ ~g Corinne to
CHAPTER IV
Toward noon of the next d~y, So-
phronla and Silver stood together on
a crest of the gentle ridge which sup.
ported the new farmstead. The glrl
had her hands in the pockets of her
white linen dress, and her eyes, which
Phronle had ascertalned were a very
dark blue, were fixed upon the old
houGe down below. Phronie followed
her glance, and saw that old Roderick
had placed a ladder against the nortl~
wall, and wlth an armful of shingles
and tools had begun the ascent of the
roof.
"Tell me, Phronle," Silver asked
suddenly, "are you moving into the
old house because Roddy is getting
married, or because I am here?"
"Because you are hereT' Phronle
was indignant. "I never heard the
like l Roderlck and I always sald
that as soon as either of the boys get~
UTwo Months Ago---I Thought I
Wanted to Marry Him."
married, back we ~o to the old place.
Young peopl9 have a right to start out
by themselves, I always hold."
Silver was slIent for a moment as
she thought over what her aunt had
said. "I'm glad,'~ she murmured at
last. "I was afrald--perhaps~'s
"Afraid of what?"
"I thought maybe Roddy's wife
might not approve of me--because Of
dad."
The angry red sprang into Sophro-
nla's cheeks. "She won't approve of
me, neither, then~rm Jim's sister.
Corinne Meader ought to be glad she's
got a home to con~e to, If I know
anything. And I don't think she'll be
fool enough to listen to every Tom-
Dlck-and-Barry's yarns. And if she
does--let her I Jason'll stay with them
in the new house, 'cause he fixed up
his own room in the attic there Just
the way he likes it--with a skyllght
an' all for his funny oil palntin'. Ja-
son's a queer one--but he won't bother
Corinne, unless she can't stand hlm
and his mouth organ."
"You said something about 'yarns,'
Phronie," Sllv'er said. "Do you mean
things~ that fellow at the ~tatlon last
night has said about me~"
Sophronia hesitated for a ~noment.
"Well, there's no use tryin' to hide
from you what you'll find out for your-
self anyhow, sooner or later. You
know what people are, Jdst as well as
I do. When they've got nothing to
do, they'll talk. Did you see that Duke
Me]bank when he was in Chicago this
summer?"
"Dad said he came Into our place
one night, but I don't remember see-
lag him. So many people used to come
and go."
"Well, he ain't worth rememberia'.
But he has been talkin' since he came
back."
Silver laughed ruefully. "Was he
talking about dad?"
"Well--mostly about you."
Color rushed Into Silver's cheeks,
"About me? What does that creature
know about me?"
Sophronia smiled reassuringly. "Some
people talk most when they know
least. As far as I can make out--the
boys have been tellia' me---Duke don't
say so much, but he hlnm plenty. There
was a friend of Jim's, wasn't there?
A fellow by the name of Lucas. I
think."
"Gerald Lucas'" Silver said, with
her eyes fixed upon the downward
slope of the hilL "I met him six
months ago--two months ago~I
thought I wanted to marry him."
"What manner of fellow was he~"
Phroaie asked, conversatlonaily.
~"Gerald used to practice law out
West, but 'he got Into some sort of
trouble and was disbarred. Now he's
against the world--and the world IS
against him."
~ophronia no~ded sagely. "I guess
I understand. Them outcasts appeal
to women. I'm glad you got away
from him without anything worse hap-
penin'."
Silver's eyes darted to her aunt's
face. Her heart sank. Sophronia was
of another world, a good woman,
placidly taking it for granted that her
niece was still virtuous. Over the
bleak loneliness that welled up within
her, Silver resolved that it Was bette~
not to disillusion Phronie. After all,
she need never know,
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