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Y. r~_L_L /J ~ ...... , .... ..L , ~ L SELF-INVITED 3ohn--How'd you like to eat dinner with me tonight? Joan--rd love to. $ohn~Oksy, tell your mother I'll :be there about six o'clock. Conftdentlal "Much money In the new Crimson Gulch bank?" asked the G man. "Not a dollar," said Mesa Bill "We feel perfectly able to capture any outlaws who can he Induced re visit our fair cir. We need machine guns for our own use. That shaclr labeled 'bank' is a decoy." Friendly Arrangement "A glrl who ls engaged should never go out with another ~man," said the aunt. "Oh, it's all right! Bob's engaged, too," replied the modern maid. Skeptical I)ealer~Yes, we bundle ai] kinds of milking machines. City Lady--But do you really drink any of them make ets good milk as a vow? . i J , , i, I I It There's Always Another Year m MARTHA OSTENSO WP" Copyrlsht ~artha Ostenso WNU Service. ~vvvv~vv-.L ........ ~vvv~v~ SYNOPSIS To the I/ttle town of Heron River eom~s 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. Sophro- nla Wlllard. Jim Grenoble's sister, Is at the depot to meet Silver. Hsr house- hold consists of her husband, and step- sons, Roderlck and Jason, The Wlllards own only half of the farm, the other half being Anna Grenoble's. On Silver's arrival Duke Melbank, shiftless youth, makes himself obnoxious. Sophronia slaps him. Roderiek is on the eve of marrJaffe to Corinne Mender, dauB'hter of a tailed banker. Silver declares her eagerness to live with her aunt. on ths farm, and will not sell her portion, She meets Roddy, by chance, that night. Silver tells Sophronla ("Phronie," by request) ~omething--but by no means all--of her relations with Ger.ald I~ucas, ~ambler friend of her father. P~oddy marries Corinne, and brings her home. CHAPTER IV~Contlnued ~6--- Pauls entered the living room, and while Corinne, playfully democratic, introduced her to Silver and Jason, Silver found her interest quickened by the German girl's appearance. She was Junoesque in build, with vast thighs and breasts and shoulders. Her legs and arms were almost breath-tak- Ing when she walked. Silver thbught she had never seen anything more beautiful than her corn-silk halt, which was plaited in a coronet across her head. Her face was round, rosy and placid, but far from vacant. "Please-to-meet you," said Paula to Silver, as she made a prodigious curt- sey, But It was Jason's eyes, fastened on Paula, that really startled Silver. Corinne, however, was taking no note of his reactions. She was glancing about at the walls of the living room In an appraising way, "Funny," she said with a deprecat. InS little laugh, "I feel as though I am in a different house from the one I remember. 1 love these etchings, Rod. dy dear r' S'ophronia vanished suddenly into the dining room. "I thought they were good," Roddy told Corinne modestly. "But if Jasou wasn't so bashful about hanging hls work--" "There's a tankful of hot water, Corinne," Jason broke in. "We thought you might want a bath." Corinne blinked at him in a bewil- dered way, and Silver had the distinct feeling that she was no~ really looking at him. When they'wer: alo:e to;ethe; in their room, Corinne. halfway through the hundred brush strokes she was SlY- ins her hair, looked at Roddy with shrinkJng eyes. "Do you mean," she asked breath- lessly, "that Jason is going to atay-- with naT" A painful flush mounted to Roddy's temples. *'Why, of course, darling," he stam- mered. "Lord~you don't mean--you don't dislike him, do you?" Her small hands gathered over the brush on her knees. "No," she said softly. "No--f COUleeS not." Roddy got up impulsively, knelt beside her and drew her toward hlm. "C~rrieI" he pleaded. "I can see how you feel about him. But I tell you, darling, he's the finest soul In the world. And he's an artist, Corrie. He really is. You ought to see his work. If we only had enough money, I'd send him out to study. He has hie studio all fixed up In the attic. It would be impossible for me to suggest that he should move. My G--d, Corrle ~I couldn'tl Please, sweetheart, try to llke himI~ A trembling lifts smile passed over bet lips. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against Roddy's shoul- der. "I'm sorry, Roddy." she murmured. "Of course I'll like him." In anguish, Roddy kissed her. Then he kissed her again, and she'drew a lock of her scented hair across his lowered eyes. CHAPTER V Old RodeHck pointed wlth his pipe aP at the big house, where young Rod- dy live0 with his wife 'corinne. "You know," he sal~l whimsically, **maybe rm gettin' on, but I swear that house ain't sitting right on the ground. It's up in the air a little more evetT night I lOok at it--and farther east, too." Jason and Steve. much higher with that head. She felt tired afar the long da~'s work in the garden with Sophro- nt/F. Her feet ached with a kindly, pleasant sort of ache. Phronle opened the door and called out to them. "I wish one of you youngsters would run up and borrow some cinnamon for me. I've started to make cookies---" "Can't you ever rest. Ma?" 3asou said, getting to his feet. "I'll go, ~ass," Silver said quickly. "You stay here and play." While she went lightly up the slope, she thought again, as she had count- less times during the past weeks, of Corinne's.baffling attitude toward Rod- dy's brother. She appeared to be cor. diality Itself toward him; was, in fact, almost glib with sisterly solicitude. Perhaps that was the trouble, Silver reflected. For through It all Sliver had had the distinct feeling that Cor- inne was deliberately shutting poor Jason out of her consciousness. She feared, too, that Jason sensed this, and often wondered how long his pride or perverse humor would sustain him under the same roof with his brother's wife. Then there was Paula. But Jason was too diffident and Panla too shy for the development, as yet, of any friend. ship between them which might be em- barrassing to Corinne. Only yesterday, however, Corinne had calle# P~ula sharply away from the yard where she was watching Jason repair a corn-crlb, and had set her to some trivlal and unnecessary task. When Silver entered Roddy's house, she found Corinne writing letters in the living room. Roddy, at the dining room table, was at work over his ledger. "Phronie wants to borrow some eln. namon, Corinne," Silver explained when Roddy's wife Inquiringly turned her head. "I can find It myself in the kitchen." "Oh," Corinne said inattentively. "Panla will be down In a minute. She's upstalrs~fldying her hair, I suppose. She'll find the cinnamon for you. I'm sure I don't know where she keeps it. Sit down, Silver. I must get these letters finished." Silver picked up a copy of Vanity Fair and s~ated herself in the dining room. Roddy gave her an odd. vague- ly troubled look. then dropped his eyes again to his ledger. But immediately there was the sound of a car entering the driveway, and Corinne wen~ to answer the doorbell. "I'd better go home," Sliver said quickly to Iioddy. A gleam of anger lit Roddy's eyes. "You stay where you are," he com. manded. "Didn't you tell me people round here had to get used to you?" Silver had no time to make a reply. A tall, granite-faced woman with a mottled red nose and a hat that bore a stiff little fearer, entered the living room. In her wake, not unlike the trailing ruffle of a great ship, came a simpering miss of seventeen or eighteen, much befrilled, and wear- ing a flowered leghorn hat. It was Mrs. Leander Folds, the school-superintendent's wife of Heron River, and her daughter Ethelwyn. "My dear," Mrs. Folds was saying loquaciously, "I suppose I should have telephoned. But I am a woman of im- pulse, you know l We Just got back yesterday from our holiday In the Black Hills, and heard about Roddy's marriage. We were out driving, and I thought this would be a good tiber to catch you In. We must--we Just must have you in our reading club. Ethel- wyn here is secretary of it, and it's so Instructive for the young people--" Mrs. Folds had advanced farther into the room, and now her eye fell upon Silver. A curious, tight lo0k ap- peared on her face as though she were holding her breath. Silver stood up. "Have you met Sliver 0renoble. Mrs, Folds?" Corinne asked hastily. "My husband's cousin." "How do you do?" Silver said, but made no move toward the two via. ltors. "Oh--" Mrs. Folds surveyed her thoroughly. "How do you do? Roddy's cousin by--by marriage? Of coup. Yes, yea. And how do you do, Rod- dy? Oh, dear. I Just thought of some- thing." She turned abruptly and pat. ted Ethelwyn's arm. "Ruff and see If I brought that book I wanted Mrs. Wlllard to read. It ought to be in the car. If it isn't, walt for me there, my dear." Ethelwyn vanished docilely, ai. though her eyes a moment before had been frankly devouring Sliver. Silver could feel the hot blood pounding In her throat, her temples. Mrs. Folds' strategy had been so brutally obvious. Yet she was powerless to move. l~ow, said Mrs. Folds, I cant stay a minute--but you must promise to come to our meeting on Tuesday, Mrs. Wlllard. We are Studying Hardy at the moment--with one of the mod- erns thrown in, Just for relief, so to speak," She smiled apologetically. Roddy gave a sardonic bark of a laugh. "Hardy? You don't consider him a modern, eh?" Mrs. Folds looked bewildered. Cor- inne agitatedly stepped closer to her and Said, "Thank you so much, Mz~. Folds. I shall be glad to come, In- deed." "I'm sure you will find our ~llttle group very stimulating. Some of, them are very Spurts, but then you re young yourself. Bemember--we llve right next to the seho01house Now I must run. You have a charming wife, Rod- dy, You lucky boyl" Mrs. Folds "Er--yes, it has," she plunged. "You see--our house is small--" SBver stood with her hands c~nched about the table's edge, back of her. "That's fortunate," Roddy inter. rupted Mrs. Folds, and laughed aloud, With that he slammed shut the covers of" the ledger, flung it with a sharp report down upon the table and strode through the dining room into the kitchen. Mrs. Folds smiled feebly and ex- tended two fingers to Corinne. As though across waves of heat, Silver saw Mrs. Folds sail out of the house, Corinne accompanying her. Paula had come down the back stairs. She entered the dining room now~ and handed Silver the can of cin- namon. Silver was suddenly aware of Roddy standing before her with crossed arms. "You'll find thls piece isn't worth the trouble, kid," he said somberly. "The women will knife you---every chance they get." # She gave him a steady look. "Mrs. Folds can't hurt me--really," she said with a proud lift of her head. Roddy's llps moved in a hard way. "That isn't all of it," he continual. "1 meant to tell you when you first came in, but I didn't get a chance That man Gerald Lucas was enquiring about you today In Heron River." For a moment SHyer leaned heavily against the table Her eyes were fixed wide upon Roddy's face, as though she expected to hear him repeat his words. Corinne came blithely in through the front of the house. "What an ogre of a woman l~ she cried, laughing. "rm glad you snubbed her, Roddy. I couldn't very w~l, be- cause I thought she meant to Invite--" "Phronle is waiting for the cinna. men, Corinne," Silver said dully. ~I must go." But it was Jason who took the spice into the house to Sophronia. Steer felt that she could not, right now, bear the Interlo~ of the stone house, even for a moment. "I'm going for a walk," she told Jason. "A walk?" he asked, and frowned. But Silver broke away and started -for the road. She thrust her hands The Man Was Gerald Luoas. Into the pockets of her sweater and walked blindly into the last slaking glow of the sunset. Presently a long, graceful roadster turned the corner and came toward her. As it slowed down and stopped beside her, the man at the wheel laughed with pleased surprise and leaned over the door, Sll~er glanced up at hlm. The man was Gerald Lures. For an instant, as Gerald cllmbed down from hls car and stepped toward her. Sliver contemplated flight. In. stead, when the impulse had passed, she thrust her hands into her pockets and looked coolly up at him. Gerald seized her hands. "Silver~ what's the matter wi~ you?" he de- manded. "Get In and we'll take a drive and talk things over." "No," Silver said firmly, "I don't want to go driving--and I have noth- ing to talk over, Gerald." He put his hand lightly on her arm and drew her toward the car. "Listen to me, Silver," be urged. "What's got into you? I didn't come out here to kidnap you, though I'd like to. You've grown even more lusclous~tf that's" possible. Sit in the car and let's talk." For a moment she hesitated, then with a shrug she got into the car. She surveyed him wlth detachment, and wondered what ~had happened to her since she had last seen him. He was as rakishly good-looking as ever, his eyes as full of confidence and mean- ingful laughter as ever. But it was as though she looked at him now through an obscuring film. Gerald looked critically down at her. "You should have known better thap to try running away from me, sweetheart. You didn't even give me a chance to tell you how sorry I was ---about your father." "I'm trying to forget that," Silver said briefly. "How did you find out where I had gone?" He plnched her chin lightly and smiled. "L4~tle Gerald finds out Just about everything he wants to know. Old Ben Hubbard is a friend of mine. So I came out here and snooped before I looked you up. And le end didn't you, Gerald?" Silver asked, and looked at him levelly. The faintest glimmer of annoyant~ passed ever his face. But. at that, it was annoyance tinctured with amuse- menu "Well, now, my dear," he protested, "do we have to go into that? I'll ad- mlt~thlngs were getting warmish. But this---or these--are the wide open spaces. And here I am with a peach of a lay-out up on that lake. It's right on the highway so I can keep it open for the winter trade All I need now Is a kiss from you, Silver." She drew back deliberately. "No." He locked at her narrowly, then leaned toward her with a darkened face. "I don't quite follow you, Silver. I thought it was all fixed between us. I've been on the level with you, haven't I? We've been everything to each other, haven',t we? Now, what's It all about? I thought you ran away be- cause of your father's death. I couldn't believe it was because of me, Silver. Honestly, I thought you expected me to follow you. Well~I think you ought to do some of the talking." She had been staring vacantly past him at the darkening west. Some of the old fire was stirring within her at the sound of his voice and the near- ness of him. But it was, she told her- self with the deeper part of her con- sciousness, only the quick and van- ishing fire of a will-o'-the-wisp. In some way she had changed. She was no longer swayed completely by Get. aid Lncas. "Yes, [ ought to talk, Gerald. I know that," she said. "But I don't know how to tell you." She brought her eyes even with his own. "It's Just that--I've got over all the---" She hesitated. "Are you trying to tell me that you don't love me any more?" he prompted. "Oh, Gerald l" she cried in despera- tion. "Do you believe I ever loved ~ou? Could you call that love---In that feverish atmosphere? You--you aP- pealed to me in a certain way, that's all. I know that now, Gerald, And I don't want to go ba~ek to what I left behind me. I don't want that kind of life--yours and~and Dad's." He looked at her hard, and she saw an almost wistful disappointment en- ter his eyes. "Well--of course--that lets me out," he said slowly. "But you happen to be the only girl I've ever wanted to mar- ry, Silver. And I'm thirty-two now." He was thoughtful for a moment. "Are you sure you won't want to go back, after you've had a taste of this life?" Her restless hands came tightly to- gether In her lap. "Oh," she shrugged. "This evening a woman called on the wife of my aunt's stepson--I know you'll laugh at that, Gerald~anyhow, she looked down on me, because I'm me. But the people here aren't all like her." Before he replied he looked at her seriously for a long moment. "Perhaps they aren't," he said finally. "But I can't see Silver Grenoble living in a p~ace like this. It's all right for you to like lt~but the place has to like you, remember, or it's going to raise h~l with you. Did you ever see a prize pup trying to make np to a pacl~ of mongrels? It's a lot of fun~lf you don't happen to care for.the prize pup." "I'm taking that chance," she re- torted. "Anyhow~I don't conslder my- self a prize pup. I have a good deal to live down, Gerald." He patted her interlocked fingers. "I'm sorry you feel that way about it. darling," he said softly. "Guess I'm to blame." Silver's free laugh rang out. "I should say you were not I If I do any- thing, it's because I want to, whether it's right or wrong I" Gerald gave a low whistle, "There speaks Jim Grenoble l" he said sober- ly. "But I'll believe you, Silver. And I wish you luck. If It doesn't work out, I won't be far away. At least not for a while. Do yop want me to drive you up to the house? I'll promise not to set foot on one little blt of your ~tered~" "Gerald i~ Silver interrupted sharp- ly. She thought quickly for a moment. "All right--drive me up." Quite abruptly and mysteriously, her relationship with Gerald Lucas had changed~had changed so that it seemed it had never exlsted. Less than a month ago, his v~ry presence would have thrown her into a panic of wild emotion. Was it her father's death that bed made of her a different person, or was It this uncompromising landscape, in which Gerald and Ills kind seemed a little absurb? Both, perhaps. But there was something else, too--something which she could not pull up to the light of analysis. Gerald was turning the car in at the Willard gate. And there, between the poplar trees that were defined vaguely against a moon that was like a~rtsing red world, stood Corinne In her white dress. Slh'er got out of the car. Gerald swung it about to leave immediately, but Corinne came toward it and stood for a moment in the glare of the lights. Silver looked at Corinne and then at Gerald. Suddenly, as she saw Gerald's eyes dwelling upon that white figure standing in the light, there came an Instant's eenvlction, lucid and elec- trifying, that nothing would ever be. the same again. Corinne stepped around to the side of the car. "This is Gerald Lucas," Silver sald quickly, and hesitated. , Gerald s,mlled and put forth a hand. ' And what s the other halt of ltY' he asked. *~ "I'm CoHnUe Wfltard,~ took Gerald's J~tn& To Slice Bacon Try slictng bacon this wety: Place the rind down. 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