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by offering useful but unwelcome suggestions to h«r boa*. Typically feminine, ah*
cnoaoea that time to allow her •'new" para*—which aha bought at a aecond-hand
a tore, to her coualn, Cacllla Moor* The pura* revive* memorlea of a boy ahe had met
the prevkiua aummer—a boy whoa* diet name, all ah* remembered, waa Peter At
heme that evening, waiting ter her. ar* bar mother; Jo*, her brother, and Angela.
h*r crippled aiater Jo*, too. ha* tost hie lob. During the not ao happy evening Angela
Soda nrty dollar* In a aecrct pocket hi Sheila'* pure*. They are both happy at the
dkeovery. only to bo dtahaortcood when Mra. Caracoddon tell* Sheila the money muat
be returned to the person whose Initials and street number ere on the pnra* Sheila
la going to return Uw money dressed In an ancient outfit Then, she teela. the
wUl reward her liberally. She looks upon the oseapad* as a lark
CHAPTER III—Continues)
Well. It wasn't an apartmsnt
ouae, anyway. Sheila and Angela
ad hoped it might be. “G. C. K."
night be hard to locate, in a big
The house looked tremendous to
iheiSa; there were windows on both
ides of the big door at the top of the
brownstone steps. Bay windows, and
behind them rich, heavy curtains,
looped back, filled the little space
between the lowered shades and the
wide sills And through this little
•pace light escaped hospitably.
These people were rich, all right.
Now for the butler Her heart
beating uncomfortably, Slutda nutgi
the bell
A kindly faced, middle-aged Irish
woman opened the door and asked I
conrprnw! ly •
"Did ye want to see somebody,
dear'r?"
Sheila was all but staggered. She
recovered her brogue with a gasp.
“TUi> Itmi a iiUle pur 'rne.” she
managed to stammer, ‘‘an’ I found
tt I brought It bark to vet.”
The woman gave her so scrutiniz-
ing a glance that Sheila's heart
failed her. and she wished herself
well out of the adventure But there
-could be no retreating now; she re-
peated her story, accompanying it
with a ahy smile. She extended the
pocketbook. entirely forgetting her
plan and her suspicions.
"Ye found it?” Mamie O'Connor
asked, after another look
• Wit’ money in it.”
Another pause. Then the woman
Hid briefly.
"Slip ha ”
She closed the door behind Sheila.
Kape it." she directed, as Sheila,
still entirely forgetting her precon-
ceived plan, would have given her
I the bills "And set here whilst I go
f aee," ahe added.
Sheila sat down on a marble
bench; the maid disappeared at the
back of the big h#H
The beauty, the warmth, the com-
fort of it stunned her. She had nev-
er been in such a place before. She
couldn’t go on with this; it fright-
ened her. Sheila obeyed a mad im-
pulse toward flight. Laying the purse
•n the bench, site was on her feet,
the waa at the big door.
The rattle of a key In the lock sent
her back to her bench trembling.
The door through which site had en-
tered opened egain, and a squarely
built, black headed young man let
himself in.
He glanced at her; spoke to the
returning maid:
"Is Mother home. Mamie?"
"She ia not. then, Mr Frank,"
the servant returned easily.
‘‘They’ve gone over to church. But
the Judge and the baby are here."
Hie young man glanced again at
Sheila, and aa he waa close to
the maid now. could ask her a ques-
tion in an undertone. Mamie's an-
swer told Sheila what the question
was.
"She found Mias Gertrude's blue
bsg in the street, and your peps
wants to see her."
"Ob, that's sQ right then!" ho
•aid, going on toward the stain.
Sheila's heart was suddenly sing-
ing. A new young man. unexpected-
ly encountered, and looking admira-
tion at her sent her spirits up. This
was beginning to be terrifically ex-
citing—
She followed Mamie across the
warm wide hall, with Its rugs and
statues and palms, sad through one
of the curtained great doorways that
flanked tl at dignified Intervals on
either tide. They entered an apart-
ment that Sheila knew instantly was
the most luxurious she had ever
seen, even though the details of It
reached her consciousness much lat-
or. one by one.
Thera was a stout, middle-aged
man here, a velvet-coated and com-
fortably dressed man, with a ring
of dark curls surrounding a bald
spot on his head. To Sheila he
trude’s wedding—our foster-daugh-
ter, that is."
He was talking along easily to
cover any possible awkwardness on
the visitor's part and, unversed as
she ass in social usages, Sheila felt
the kindliness of it.
"Yes, sir, Gertie lost her mamma
and her papa when she was no big-
ger than Veronica here." Judge Me
Cann went on. “And now she's to
marry my second son, Peter. And
his mother and I are well pleased
with It."
“And Frank's going to be married,
too?" Veronica announced, half-shy,
half-bold.
“Yes," the father said, "Frank's
to be married too, come June
That's my oldest son. He's marry-
ing Judge Kennedy's daughter—a
line ger'rl. Both the boys, yes.
Rut we have others. We've Monica,
and Tony and Dan, haven’t we.
Van?—Sit down, child, sit down," he
went on hospitably, sitting down
himself, with the little girl on his
knee. "And it's a bitter night out,
isn't it? This is my baby Veronica;
she's no baby at alt. she’s grown a
nmnsUier on me—’’
He drew Veronica forward—with
that obvious pnde in a thin, gawky
crowlike little girl that only a father
can display. Immediately he turned
his attention to the purse.
"Ye found a purse. Mamie tells
me."
"I didn't find it. exactly," Sheila
explained. She felt ashamed of her
masquerade, before his honest, con-
cerned blue eyes.
"1 bought it at the rummage sale
at St. Leo's." she explained. "And
there was money hid in it."
His big arm was about his little
girl's thin form. He did not look
at the money and the purse Sheila
displayed; his eyes were all for
Sheila herself. With infinite tender-
ness and pity in his homely, nigged
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young girl who was here a
back is our ward, Gertrude
to radiate
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this first glance,
nature, kindness,
him waa a small
romping girl in a smocked pink silk.
Both got ont of a deep chair at
Sheila came in, and foe child clung
to her father’s band as ahe studied
Sheila curiously.
"How do you do?” the man said.
The tone of his voice added, “you
dear, tor lore child," and Shell* felt
her heart twist ‘The maid told me
that you’d liko to speak to me," he
went an.
That the maid, in the voice and
with the majestic gesture of a sibyl,
I £| 1 foe wrath of God "for
nvone who cud find It in his
"DM you want to see somebody,
dear-rT’’
face he studied the girl's shabby
clothea, her pal* cheeks and blaz-
ing blue eyes.
"And your papa Is dead?"
"Yes, slr’r."
“But do ys work?"
“1 have been," Sheila said mod-
estly. "But sure they fired me just
yesterda’."
“And thin ye found the money, did
ye?"
"Me little slather Angela, foat'a a
cripple," Sheila began, "waa lookin'
at foe pur'rae and seen the let-
there-"
And she exposed them for his
inspection: “G. C. K.” on the dark
blue flap.
"So I knew I cuddeni kape it,"
Sheila said, “Annyway. Mamma
wuddent 1‘ava me, ahe added, with
truth.
"Your mamma wuddent?" ha was
watching her closely.
Sheila shook her head, and smUsd.
"Aad yet, it’d ha your mamma's
rent, I daresay?" the man persist-
ed "You’d bring back the rant
itself, would ye?"
Sheila’s eyes wers all canto'.
"Sha told me to," she replied.
"1 wonder if we’d bo as hoc tat as
that, Von?" the man mused, He
gighsd heavily.
Thera was a silence. Sheila felt
uncomfortable. The tender, father-
ly look, the fireside to a room full
of hooks, the little girl, all shook her
to the roots of her befog. She was
eeesetous of wanting to cry.
“Fhr'rst I'D toll you mo name, the
man presently Hid, in a thoughtful,
unhurried fashion. "I'm Paul Me
Cann. Then 1 want ye to tike that
:y and put tt hack in to« pur**—
make H up to “ '
"More than that," he commenced
again, still regarding her thought-
fully, "1 want to do something for
ye—for your mother. The rent, now.
It ia vary har’rd on a widow to pay
it, as I well know. And then maybe
one of our ger’rls would have a lit-
tle coat—and a hat—something a
ger’rl could use—”
Sheila's one hope now was to es-
cape. The money burned in her
hands; she did not want tt Her
shabby dress bed to worked upon
his generous sympathy that he
would not be content now without
some pledge of help; this beggar
should have a hat, e coat, proquse
of rent money.
“I am poor, and my mother Is a
widow, but I have a hat, and I
don't speak with a brogue I" she
thought of bursting out. But he
would think she was crazy—
Sbe hesitated. It was too late.
Mamie waa in the room, obviously
with plans against little Veronica’s
peace.
"Yes, run along wit' Mamie, lov-
ey,” foe father Mid. “But hould a
moment—" he interrupted himself,
as Sheila was about to go with the
others, “I want your name, me
dear'r, and to hear a bit more of
lye."
Sheila sat down again, but before
he could speak there was an tn-
; terruption.
“Here they all are!" Veronica
shrilled from the doorway. There
was a great sound of bustle and con-
fusion in the hallway; laughter,
voices.
"It's our Gertrude—she's getting
married to my boy Peter next Tues-
da’," the man began, when Ger-
trude herself interrupted him.
She stood in foe doorway, a stun-
ning slim girl in a black suit and j
carrying sable furs. Her laughirf^ ;
voice came into the library. Sheila, |
who had gotten to her feet, stood '
staring at her, and at the man who ;
stood beside her. A tall man, with |
black curly hair—
The floor rocked beneath her feet;
her mouth felt dry and her head
swam. She knew thia man—she
knew this man He had kissed her,
on a certain hot summer night be-
side the sea, under a low, hot moon.
No other man had ever kissed her—
it was Peter!
"Uncle Paul!" said Gertrude. "If
you could have seen Norah Gaynor
get mixed up with Peter's legs com-
ing down the aisle, you'd remain
away next Tuesday! Honestly, I
never was so embarrassed in my
life—"
She stared at the red-headed girl,
but there was nothing unfriendly in
her stare.
“Gertie, is your aunt there?" the
judge asked.
“She was," Gertrude said. "But
of course the minute she saw her.
Von put up a squawk, and Aunt El-
lie went upstairs with her.”
"I'll get her!" the judge said. Ger-
trude turned back into the hallway
with him; Sheila and Peler were
face to face for one whirling minute.
"Don’t give me away!” she
breathed
“I won't," he said quickly, agi-
tatedly. "But 1 have to see you.
I have to see you. When can I see
you. I have to see you. When can
I see you? I've been trying to find
you."
There was no more time; Judge
Me Cann was returning, and with
him waa a tall, delicate-looking
woman who turned an eager gaze
toward Sheila. Gertrude and Peter
disappeared; the others went back
into the library.
"Thia young lady bought Ger-
trude's purse at the rummage sale
yesterda'. Mamma."
"Oh, at St. Leo’a?” Mrs. Me Cann
asked, in a soft, pleasant voice.
“Yea. ma'am," Sheila managed
to My.
“Do you live near St. Leo's,
dear?”
"No, ma'am. 1 live out in foe
Bronx. But 1 work down near St.
Leo'a."
“She found some money In Gert'a
purse—fifty dollars," the man said.
"Fifty dollars!" Mrs. Me Cann
echoed, surprised. “She’s terrible
with money," she added, shaking
her head disapprovingly.
“One ger'rl conies all foe way
down from the Bronx to give back
the money she needs, that another
ger’rl loses," Paul Me Cann said.
Mrs. Me Cann abode her head
again, looked at him mildly
"Isn't that ao. Papa?” she agreed,
regretfully.
“Ellie, is that fair?" he demand-
ed, challenging iy.
The woman was serious, sympa-
thetic.
“Indeed it's not," ahe Mid, with
"That
minute back
Keane, and It was her purse you
found,” Mrs. Me Cann went cm.
“She and our Peter are getting mar-
ried on Tuesday. Judge Me Cann
and I feel very happy about it.”
Sheila was ashamed, dazed, fright-
ened. She wanted only to escape.
"Tell me your name," the judge
said, stopping short in a restless
turn about the room.
"Sheila Carscadden."
“Carscadden!" he shouted. It was
as if a gun had been fired in the
room. “You're from Albany!”
"No, air. We live in foe Bronx.”
“I know ye, I know ye," he mut- |
tered, transfixed. "Look at the red
head cm her, Mamma. She’s Con
Carscadden’s ger’rl" He turned to
Sheila, "Con Carscadden. foat’a who j
your DaDa was.**
“My brother Neely'e named for |
him, Cornelius.”
"We were boys together to foe
old laundry days up to Albany,"
the man said. "I thank God for
this, Mamma. I’ve prayed for this!
Manny’s the time I’ve prayed that
I'd run into poor Con’s children.
That was the cheapest fifty dollars
I ever spent, that Gert lost on us.
You’ve bear’d me talk of thia Cara*
caddens Mamma? This is Con’s
ger'rl.”
’T've heard you talk many'* tha
time, Paul," Mid his wife, almost
h pleased as he, m her quieter
way.
He wiped his forehead, blew hi*
nose. His blue eyes were brim-
ming.
" 'Twas God sint this child our
way," he Mid, clearing his throat.
"I hope it was. indeed," said his
wife
"Your father was my fr'nd, my
dear," the man told Sheila simply.
He sat down, patted her hand; he
was breathing hard. "I'll be yours.
tin EBECCA" was released
IV. at last, a few weeks ago,
and people are still arguing
about it; the chances are that;
the arguments will, continue for
a long, long time. For it's one
of those cases of “If you liked
the book you probably won’t
like the picture.”
That’s unfortunate, because
the picture is superb. Hitch-
cock, the top-notch English
director, handled it unusually
well. Technically, it could hardly
be bettered. The eerie, supernat-,
ural feeling that pervaded the book
has been admirably brought to tha
screen.
Joan Fontaine, under Hitchcock’s
direction, gave such a performance
that she has proved her right to
being known as an excellent actress
to her own right; foe time may
come when Olivia de Havilland will
be known as “Joan Fontaine's sis-
ter," instead of its being the other
way round. The entire cast is ex-
ceptionally good; it's one of the best
pictures that have come out of Hol-
lywood in a long, long time. So,
even though you were quite mad
about foe book, don’t miss seeing it
—*—
For the first time in recent years
the Legion of Decency cracked
down on a pic-
ture made by a
major studio
when it stepped
on “Strange Car-
go," the Joan
Crawford - Clark
Gable film. One
of the objections
was that there
were “lustful im-
plications in dia-
logue and situs-
Jean Crawford tion'’’ Thi* P^-
Jemn Crawford tare,toad«rtaUr,
had already been passed by the Pro-
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OUTOF SORTS?
‘And she raised you all without
him. did she?"
a ugh, “Oh, dear, dear, dear I"
"well then, you make a sugges-
tion," be Mid, belligerently, "You
handle it. Are we going to let it
go, like that?"
Mrs. Me Cann looked with infinite
kindness and with a half-emiic at
Sheila. Tha smile invited foe girl
into to confidence. “He's like
that," it seemed to say, "but it’a
wily hk way of showing ho is
stirred." Aloud she said, “It seems
to me foe only thing to do. Papa,
is do all we can to make foe other
little girl happy, too.”
There was such goodness, such
»iiBpfo fewnoliw* and sympathy
to her quiet, middle-aged face, as
she made this suggestion, foot Shei-
more unhappy
You may lay to that." ha said.
"You'll niver have cause that you'd
regret this night's work. Con Cars-
cadden’s ger’rl. And there's oth-
ers, is there?"
“There's Joe end Angela and me.
at home. And Marg'ret and Neely's
married," Sheila explained, her eyes
shining with tears.
"And she raised you all without
him, did she?"
"My sister Angela was born after
Psoa died."
"My God. my God, my God." he
muttered, "all of you, here in this
city, needin’ help, and I not'knowin’
it! Well, your har'rd times are over.
I'll stand to you. 1'U stand to all
of ye."
He was walking about again, agi-
tated, impatient. Sheila was all but
crying; there were tears in Mrs. Me
Cann's sympathetic eyes.
"Weil, she'll want some supper,"
he Mid. "Mamie Mid she’d look
out for her. Con's ger'rl, and the
spit of his sister Julia. She’d a fine,
coarse head of red hair on her, too.
Mamma. we’U have to kape an eye
on these youngsters of Con's."
“We will, Paul."
"They'll have fri'nds, now." he
Mid, trembling with emotion, his
handkerchief out again. “They'U
have good times, now. You’ll have
to see Con's widow. Elite—find out
what we can do.”
“I’ll do it tomorrow, Paul, “Mrs.
Me Cann rose, held out her hand.
“Come with me, Sheila," she Mid.
"We’U get something to eat, and
then I'll take you upstairs, and see
if we can't find a little hat and coat
of Gertrude’s that'll fit you. You're
a real big girl, but ahe wears bigger
clothes than you'd think."
Talking comfortably, the went
with SheUa through a very confu-
sion of big, dark, richly furnished
rooms toward a dining-room and
into a bright clean pantry beyond
it. Ami here, true to to promise,
Mamie had indeed arranged e meal
of coffee and salad, a Uttle baked
custard, a chocolate eclair.
Sheila, who had dined heartily an
fish-balls and prune shortcake only
an hour before, realised wretchedly
that she must appear to be raven-
ous. When providentially Mr*. Me
Cann and Mamie left foe pantry fee
a few minutes, she seized foe oppor-,
tunity to pour foe custard and foe
coffee down the sink drain, and bury ,
most of foe salad to foe Uttle white
enamel-wait: garbage tin that waa
already half filled with dead Sower*
and lemon peels. S>* was eating
j foe eclair when they returned,
j They had with them a heavy soft,
dark-blue east with a fear collar—
foe coat of any girl's dreams, and a
small, soft blue
Barbara Stanwyck is very proud
*f the gift with which Robert Taylor
celebrated their first seven months
of wedded bliss—a diamcod-studded
pin in the shape of a covered
wages.
Eight-year-old Johnny Sheffield is
a hero, partly as a result of his
role as Tarzan’s son to a picture
made not ao long ago. The otto
day he and Ann Todd, who's a year
younger, were working in a scene
for RXO’s “Little Orvie,’* when a
water main burst flooding the set
knee-deep. Before any of the
grown-ups could reach them, John-
ny swung Ann onto his back and
marched her to safety.
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Love knows no winter; no, ml
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spring.—Ludwig Tieck.
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With foe Bagne
If you pity a rogue you are no
great friend of honest men.
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John Farrow, Maareea O’Sulli-
van’s director husband, felt so
strongly about getting into the wur
font he gave up his Job tad was
sworn into foe Soy at Canadian
navy; he’s a lieutenant, and off to
the wars.
—*—
'if Edward G. Robinson, of the
movies and radio’s “Big Town" can
arrange his sched-
ules he and Mrs.
Robinson will ac-
company Symphony
Maestro Leopold
Stokowski on that
musical jaunt to
South America with
a troupe of young
American musi-
cians. Stokowski is
taking a complete
symphony orchestra
with him, composed
of talented young
American musicians.
Few people knew how much foe
Hollywood preview of “PrimroH
Path" meant to Joan Carroll. In it
sbe plays Ginger Rogers’ brat sis-
ter, and foe option on her services
was written to run not longer than
three days after the picture's of-
ficial preview. The contract pro-
vided that slw wquld be signed to
a five-year studio contract if the
audience reaction was favorable for
to.
Probably no showing of a picture
ever meant more to a girl She's
done her best, and all she could do
was sit and wait—to see if a tot
id strangers liked her. When you
ear it—and it's swell, don’t miss it
—you can imagine how ah* felt
When foe showing waa over, and
she learned that she’d won that cov-
eted contract, she wanted to em-
brace everybody in that audtonce.
Kan Murray, master of cere-
monies of CBS's “Star Theater,”
•ays ha turned comedian when he
waa fired from hi* first stag* job.
which was not so very tong ago. He
triad to crash vaudeville, and a
comedian who felt sorry for him
Sold him that Ms jokes were terrible,
and ottered to take him along as a
"straight" man. On Ms first two
appearances in that capacity Ken
got practically •& foe
tot* his Job. Whemipu
a successful comedian a to
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