The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 30, No. 107, Ed. 1 Tuesday, July 11, 1933 Page: 3 of 4
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THE LAMPiSAS LEADER
Oh Cytttliia !
By MORMA. KNIGHT
Copyright by the Bobbs-Merrlll Co.
Flossie paid her a visit the first Sun-
day of Geoff’s self-exile.
“How does it happen you’re home
this afternoon?” was her greeting. “I
thought you went riding with Geoff
“Geoff’s—busy,” was Cynthia’s brief
Flossie gazed at her thoughtfully.
“You treat Geoff awfully mean I
“He’ll survive It,” said the other
Flossie said an unexpected thing.
“He’ll do more than survive it. He’ll
take himself out of reach of It. I’ll
tell you about men, Cynthia: they’ll
stand a lot of walking on but not too
much. You’ve been trampling all over
<3eoff ever since I’ve known you both.
I expect he’s getting a little tired of
It now. I’d quit, if I were you—that
Is, if you want to keep him liking
“And supposing I don’t?”
Flossie began to draw on her gloves.
”“Oh, you couldn’t not want him to,”
she said placidly. “Any girl would be
glad to get him. I don’t mean me, of
course. I’m not in his class. But a
fellow that will do for any girl what
Geoff did for you while you were in
the hospital is one swell prince of a
man, and don’t you forget that, Cyn-
thia Aylesbury!” The appealing
brown eyes flashed, the placidity gave
way to something so like anger that
Cynthia’s surprise deepened. Plainly
her little sister-in-law was deeply
stirred on Geoff’s behalf.
“But if I really and truly don’t love
"him, Flossie?” she said with a new
Flossie smiled. “You love him all
Tight, 'only you just haven’t found it
out yet. But be careful while you’fe
finding it out that you don’t lose him
Flossie’s native shrewdness was
equaled by her determination. She at-
tacked with hummingbird persistence
anything that roused her interest.
Cary’s amusement and bewilderment
at this trait grew instead of lessened
as he came to recognize its potency.
Somehow he discovered that he fol-
lowed docilely where Flossie led.
She had married off “our first wife”
successfully. The Cary Aylesburys’
purse would be the heavier by fifty
dollars each month as a result of her
gentle maneuvering. Now she had
time to turn her attention to the dor-
mant love-affair between her sister-in-
law and Geoff.
She was fond of them both : Cynthia
for her championship of the bride at a
time when Flossie sorely needed sup-
port ; Geoff because he had been good
to her Cary. So having called on Cyn-
thia and drawn her own conclusions
from certain signs and omens in that
young lady’s demeanor, she trotted
home, took down her telephone re-
ceiver and dialed Geoff.
“Can you come right over?” she
“What’s this?” he demanded. “A
Tendezvous and you not married six
months yet? Fie, Flossie, fie!”
“That’s all right,” she answered
imperturably. “Give me fifteen fifin-
utes alone with you, and Cary can
come and stay the rest of the after-
Geoff came. Truth to tell he was
glad to get away' from his own
thoughts. It had been a week since
he had seen Cynthia; it seemed like a
year. ■ She wouldn’t call him up; not
Cynthia! He might stay away until'
he grew bald, acquired false teeth
and a gold-headed cane; and she
wrould preserve her stubborn aloof-
ness. Y/as there ever in the history of
the world a girl so exasperating, so
endearing, so hateful, so lovable?
“Jt’s about Cynthia,” Flossie said
directly when he had arrived at the
“What about her? She’s not ill?” he
“No, she’s all right. I’ve just come
from there. When I say all right, I
mean she’s not sick, or anything. You
hnow as well as I do, Geoff, that she’s
in love with you and won’t admit it.”
“I know no such thing.” He half
rose from his chair. “The last time I
saw her she told me it made no differ-
ence to her if she didn’t see me for a
“Yes, of course she would say that.
The thing is—we’ve got to think up
a way. It’s time something happened.
Something that would wake her up,
that would make her forget all the
grudges she’s holding against you;
that would take her outside herself
and send her running in your direc-
tion,” Flossie told him, floundering in
her attempt to put into words her
sense of drama. “You’ve done all you
can, I guess; and she wouldn’t do any-
thing more if she knew how. It’s time
for—I guess I mean for circumstances
—something outside of your two
selves—to take a hand in bringing you
“You’ve been seeing too many
movies, Flossie,” was his disapproving
“Shucks! The movies just press
together in a couple of hours what it
takes people a year or two to make
happen,” she said. “That’s what we’re
jpoing to have to do now; make some-
thing happen ourselves, as long as
nothing outside is helping us. I don’t
suppose you feel as though you were
coming down with pneumonia, or any-
thing?” she asked hopefully.
“No, Flossie. Nor ilo I think my
hotel will be razed by fire and Cynthia
think I’m lost in the ruins.”
“Just the same,” she said without
resentment, “that’s the kind "of thing
you need right now. If something
doesn’t give Cynthia a shove toward
you or you toward Cynthia you’re
never going to get together.”
“Your artistic soul craves a climax
to this uneventful romance,” Geoff
sighed. “Well, so does mine, for that
matter. But no kindly fate offers to
“Yes, that’s why I say you’ll have to
provide your own.”
“It can be done?” he Inquired with
“Oh, my, yes! I made a wedding
happen to our first wife, easy as any-
thing. And Cary—you’d be surprised
if you knew what made him propose
to me,” she told him and then added
with a little chuckle, “so would he!”
“Well, Flossie, suggest something!
Go on—suggest something!”
She folded her small hands placid-
ly. “No, you’ll have to think of it your-
self. It wouldn’t be the right happening
unless you made it happen yourself,”
she elucidated, “and you wouldn’t be
able to put it over right. Now, you
think: isn’t there anything about you
that Cynthia doesn’t know? Anything
that would surprise her, or shock her,
or yes, make her kind of mad—I mean
angry at you? So angry she’ll forget
all the little things she’s holding
“What is she holding against me?”
he asked curiously.
Flossie hesitated. Sex pride was
strong in her. She disliked giving
away the secrets of the prison house
to a man. Still, if Cynthia’s ultimate
happiness depended on it—!
“Oh, your knowing about the house-
hold bills, and Miss Nona’s charging
things she couldn’t afford,” she said.
“Well, but good heavens, Flossie!
There was nothing in that that reflected
“She’s a Cary,” she said simply.
“They stand together like all get out.
And then you were always right in
every single argument you two had.
No woman could forgive that,” she ex-
He rose and took the three steps
forward and the three steps back the
tiny apartment permitted. “I suppose
the idea then is for me to be so wrong
in the next argument that it will tip
the scales heavily in her favor!”
She sighed. “Oh, my no! You must
be so terribly much more right than
usual that she’ll fly to pieces with rage,
and forgive you. You just try it.”
“Flossie, you’re the world’s wonder!
But you’ve handed me as pretty a
problem as I’ll be likely to be called
..upon to solve in the whole of my pro-
fessional career,” was his despairing
conclusion. “However, I’ll see what
I can do about it. There’s one thing
sure,” he consoled himself, “things
can’t be any worse between us than
they are now.”
“Oh, yes, they could! Cynthia might
start liking another man.”
“Is there—does she—?” he began in
alarm, than caught the significance of
Flossie’s grin and shook his fist at her.
“So that’s the way you work it, is
it? Did you try that on Cynthia—
prattling of my devotion to other
pretty ladies, I mean?”
“No,” she said scornfully. “Cyn-
thia’s the real thing, and I’m just an
He stooped and kissed her cheek
gratefully. “You’re a mighty kind
little imitation, anyway! I’m not so
sure you aren’t a diamond of the first
A Miracle Happens.
Another week had come and gone
and Geoff had neither telephoned nor
called in person. Moreover Flossie
and Cary had not come to see her
all week. Moreover—and this second
moreover hurt her absurdly—Flossie
had called up late Saturday evening
and asked if Tenny might come to
them for Sunday dinner.
Tenny—and not Cynthia with her!
Cary arrived soon after breakfast
to get the child. He looked embar-
rassed at this slight to his sister, but
it was plain he was under bonds to
Flossie to extend her no invitation.
Not that she would go now under any
circumstances, Cynthia told herself
proudly. If everybody wanted to dis-
approve of her, ignore her, just be-
cause she didn’t dash around to Geoff’s
hotel and throw herself into his arms
and say; “Please, kind gentleman,
won’t you marry the little clerk from
the gift shop?” why, they could. It
was perfectly all right with her.
However, her heart began to pound
ridiculously when she heard Geoff’s
voice at the door of the apartment
soon after Tenny’s departure. How
tall and clean and kind and fine he
looked, standing there in the frame of
the door! And oh, doggone it! how
glad she was to see him !
She disguised her pleasure decor-
j “How are you, Geoff! It’s been sev-
eral days since I’ve seen you, hasn’t
He eyed her sternly. “It’s been
eleven endless, unspeakably terrible
days, and you know it!"
The weight upon her heart took
wings and soared away. The smile he
loved—the smile he so seldom saw—
quirked her lips and shone in her
eyes. Surely those were the bluest,
clearest, most luminous eyes mortal
girl ever possessed for the undoing
“You’re coming out with me for the
day," he said abruptly. “A picnic din-
ner. Put your riding things on, Cyn-
thia, and take your heavy sweater.
We’ll steal a day from spring.”
She had meant to be very dignified
with him when he finally appeared;
very absorbed in her shop, vague about
future engagements with him, just
barely aware that there had been a
Geoff Ensloe who once had had some
trivial connection with her. But the
bait he held out was too alluring!
She was homesick for a day in the
mountains. There was nothing to keep
her. Besides, one could be just as
casual and dignified riding beside
Geoff on the winding mountain road as
one could in one’s own.sitting room.
Or so she thought. But with the
donning of her riding clothes and
He Rose in So Leisurely a Fashion
That She Was Entirely Unpre-
pared for What Happened.
sweater came a change of mood. She
felt like having a grand good time
today. Winter had granted a day’s
armistice; why shouldn’t she?
“Dinner?” she asked as she rejoined
Geoff in the sitting room,
“In a hamper in the car. Also extra
robes in case it should be too cold up
there. Come along, Cynthia! I’ll let
you drive and everything!”.
The spell the mountains had wrought
upon Cynthia that memorable day last
summer was again at work. When
Cynthia was pleasant, Geoff thought,
she was the pleasantest person he’d
She was pleasant all through din-
ner ; pleasant while he packed the bas-
ket with the remainder of the food,
declining her offered assistance; very
pleasant when he brought the seats
from the car and made a sort of couch
on the flat rock and insisted on her
stretching out upon it for rest.
“I’ll sit here and smoke for a while.
You snatch a nap, if you can. I’ve got
something to think out so I won’t
bother you, talking.” „
She did not sleep but she lay tliere,
resting, resting. The light clear air '
made her a little dizzy after'the’stuffy*'
heat of the shop and the: .’apartments
The sense of space, of power,' eased
her own burden of responsibility.:
What did it. matter, she thought
dreamily, whether Geoff still loved
her, or not? It would be all the same
in another hundred years, a trifling
century added to those already heaped
upon that barrier of rock.
But It presently appeared that It
mattered a lot to Geoff. When she sat
up with a long sigh and raised a hand
to put back the straying curls of her
hair, he began to speak: at first in so
low and gentle a voice that she did
not comprehend the outrageousness of
what he was saying.
“I’m leaving for New York Wednes-
day, Cynthia. The’ chief told me a
couple of weeks ago that I’d accom-.
plished all that is necessary here. I’m
needed back Ea^t: I’ve got all the
arrangements made, We’ll be married
Wednesday mornihg and take the noon-
train—” jj n
_ “We’ll be—Geoff Engloe, have you
lost your mind?” ,
“No, dear," he answered gently.
“Just my heart. Put as long as you
have it, it’s fill right. I can always
put my hand on it when I want it.
Tenny comes with us, of course," he
continued. “We’ll leave her with
Mother and Miss Nona apd we’ll go to
Bermuda for our honeymoon.”
It takes a very pretty girl to look
pretty when her jaw has dropped;
which made it a good thing that Cyn-
thia was very pretty, for her mouth
v>as even a little open. “Her lips were
l arted with surprise," is the conveu-
f mal way of putting it.
“About the shop,” he went on in a
businesslike fashion, “I’ve made all the
necessary arrangements, but I thought
you might like to talk them over be-
fore they go into effect.”
“You’re too kind,” she gushed. “I
wouldn’t dream of spoiling or even
criticizing any plans you may have
“That’s good. Because you see, Cyn-
thia, I’ve agreed to let Elsie buy the
Odds and Ends. I’m lending her the
money to do it with because she didn’t
have any of her own. She’ll pay me
back in quarterly installments and I
won’t charge you any commission on
the deal at all. And you needn’t
bother about the wedding breakfast,
or whatever you would like to have.
Flossie will see to all that.”
“Flossie!” Her sister-in-law’s name
seemed to release her from the trance
of astonishment into which she had
fallen. “I begin to see now. She put
you up to this!”
“Indeed she didn’t,” he answered
composedly. “So far from do'ing so,
she told me I’d have to work out my
“Is that what you call a climax?”
“Oh, lord, yes,” he sighed. “I have
such a gentle nature that it’s agony
to me to get myself all worked up
to being masterful with a woman, but
once I am worked up nothing can stop
me.” He gestured toward the rigid
walls of Audubon. “You have just
as much chance of moving that
old chap a couple of feet or so be-
fore we go back down, Cynthia, as you
have of keeping me from marrying
Her own voice grew gentle, almost
tender. “Oh, I think not, Geoff.
There’d have to be papers to sign in
the matter of the shop, you know. I
won’t sign ’em. And I never heard of
a clergyman—or a justice of the peace
either—who would marry a girl that
simply kept her mouth shut when she
was asked ‘Do you take’ etc.”
“It would be an obstacle,” he ad-
mitted, “but not an insurmountable
one. However—there are preparatory
measures that can be taken.”
He rose in so leisurely a. fashion
that she was entirely unprepared for
what happened. He picked her up from
the rock as though she had been
Tenny, pressed her head against his
shoulder with one hand, and sat down.
“Now,” he saiu, “I’m going to kiss you
and keep 6n kissing you until you stop
acting like a silly child and say you’ll
marry me. And you«ve got to say you
love me first,” he went on doggedly.
“You haven’t played fair with me, Cyn-
thia. You promised me, that last
morning in the old house, that when
you found you were in love with me
you’d tell me so.”
“I Jidn’t promise!”
“Don’t quibble,” he said sternly.
“You promised with your eyes!” He
kissed them, one after another.
“And Frn not in love with you!”
“Cynthia, Cynthia! Such lovely ly-
ing lips—” He kissed her lips.
“I hate you !”
“All right—all right,” he soothed
her. “So you shall, if it gives you the
least bit of pleasure. I always planned
to make my wife happy.”
“I’ll not be your wife!”
And at that the floods were loosed,
the storm broke. She felt his heart
begin to pound, heard his breathing
quicken. She was swept away on a
tide of love: kisses that fell on her
lips, her thi’oat, her hair; words that
set the blood racing in her own tem-
ples ; arms which folded her so close,
so tenderly, so masterfully that she
knew they would never let her go.
y And then the miracle happened!
.Geoff felt two slender arms free them-
selves to be lifted and laid about his
neck. He felt the lips beneath liis ar-
dent-ones returning his kiss. He heard
a voice, very low, very meek, very-
happy, say: “I don’t hate you at all,
Geoff. I—I love you! . . .”
They talked it over going down
“I can’t be married without Miss
“That’s all right. We’ll have an-
other wedding when we get to New
York. It wouldn’t be proper for us to
travel together if we were just en-
“I couldn’t be married that soon,
anyway, Geoff. I’ll need a lot of
“You have that amber satin dress
you only wore a couple of times,” he
reminded her thriftily. “No use buy-
ing a trousseau when you have that
perfectly good outfit, slippers and all.”
- She laughed shakily. “Just the
thing to be married in, I suppose!”
“N-no. Now I come to think of It,
I’d rather you’d be married in white.
Veil, Orange blossome and all. I’m
conservative about my marriages. I
always-require my bride to look the
“Geoff, you’re the world’s prize
“I’m sure of it, darling. Isn’t it
lucky you like idiots?”
“We ought to make some plans—”
“No, I never plan. It’s lots more fun
doing things on the spur of the mo-
ment, don’t you think?”
Remembering Ben Sutton and his
slavish adherence to plans, she did
think so, and told him so, generously.
* “Which reminds me,” he answered.
“He was married last week in Bos
ton. Mother saw it in the Times, and
“He didn’t lost much time finding
my successor,” she commented dryly.
“No.” He chuckled. “Oh, well, let’s
forget him and talk about ourselves.
Mother thinks Miss Nona hates to
come back to Denver. The old house
gone, you see, and the Captain—”
“I know,” she said pityingly.
“And Mother would really like to
have Miss Nona stay right on with
her. They’re so different they get
along beautifully. Mother likes to
have some one lean on her and Miss
Nona likes to lean. Then there’s
Tenny. Mother wants her, too—until
her father comes back.”
“Oh, Geoff! I couldn’t give Tenny
“Well, I couldn’t either, if it came
right down to it,” he admitted. “We’ll
have a month’s holiday in Bermuda—
you and I both need a sizable vaca-
tion—and then we’ll come back and
set up housekeeping for ourselves with
Tenny thrown in for good measure.
The only thing that worries me is that
when Montague comes back we’ll have
to give her up.”
Cynthia, when she did a thing at
all, did it wholeheartedly. She put her
hand over Geoff’s on the wheel and
said softly: “By that time, Geoff,
maybe there’ll be a baby or two of our
“You darling!” he said under his
breath, and nearly ran the car into
the stream sixty feet below in his
They were married in Cynthia’s
apartment at eleven o’clock Wednes-
day morning. For once the papers
were right when they described it as
“a very simple ceremony attended only
by relatives and close friends.” The
close friends were Tenny and Elsie
Dunsmore and the relatives were Cary
and Flossie. Marguerite was also
present in the capacity of sole caterer.
Cynthia and Flossie spent Monday
shopping with the result that Cynthia
had an adequate though hastily ac-
quired troussera besides her wedding
gown. She wore also—Flossie and
Elsie both pointed out to her that they
were not suited to a bride—sapphires:
a string of them about her neck, a pair
of bracelets, one superb stone mount-
ed in platinum for her finger.
“As near the color of your eyes aa
anything to be found in a jeweler’s
shop,” Geoff said. “I’ve longed to give
them to you ever since I bought them."
“Ever since you bought them? When
“Last Christmas,” he confessed,
“No one will ever know what self-
control I experienced in keeping those
things tucked away. But I looked in
my etiquette book and it said it wasn’'
proper to give sapphires to a girl thaf
“Geoff, I’ll tell you something,” sht
confided. “I never once hated you—
not even that first day.”
“You gave a darned good imitation
of it,” he said admiringly. “I don’t
think I’ve ever seen anyone who put
on so artistic a performance.”
“That was because I was afraid of
“Afraid—good gosh !, And I so gen
tie I wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
“I was afraid,” she went on, locking
her hands in her lap and looking ai
him from under lashes of extravagant
length, “I was afraid that just—this—
“Falling in love with you. Marry-
“And is it such a dreadful thing to
do, my darling?”
“N-no. It’s rather nice, I find, now
that I’ve taken the plunge. But—I ex-
pect L knew then—that first night
when your eyes looked so sorry about
Hadji and you were so sweet to Miss
Nona—I sort of had an idea then that
some day I’d be handing my life over
to you to take care of!”
There was a long silence. Flossie,
who had been dodging in and out of
the apartment all day with prepara-
tions for tomorrow’s ceremony, with-
drew her head silently from the crack
of the door through which she had
thrust it. Later, however, she gave
Geoff the long telegram which had
come for him.
NONA DETERMINED TO SPEND
THE REST OF HER BANK ACCGUNT
ON DIAMOND BAR PIN FOR CYN-
THIA STOP CAN’T DO ANYTHING
WITH HER STOP DON’T MIND FOR
MYSELF BUT CYNTHIA WILL HAVE
A FIT STOP WIRE INSTRUCTIONS
“What is it?” Cynthia came in and
coolly read the telegram over his
“Perfectly characteristic,” she said
between a laugh and a sob. “Miss
Nona wants to wind up with a blaze
of glory and then be dependent on us
for the rest of her days. Shall we let
For answer Geoff turned the yellow
paper over and wrote his reply on the
TELL MISS NONA TO GO TO IT
STOP HER FINANCIAL ADVISER IS
BACK ON THE JOB PERMANENTLY
STOP YOU TWO GALS MEET THE
WEDDING PARTY WHICH INCLUDES
BRIDE GROOM AND BRIDESMAID
NAMED TENNY AT SIX-FIFTEEN
FRIDAY EASTERN STANDARD TIME
By ANGELO PATRI
yOU might as well give up. You
I cannot force rightness. Right-
ness comes of fight thinking and think-
ing is the opposite of force. You can
force a child's body, for a time, but
you cannot force his thinking tor a
single instant. You have to cultivate
his thinking by suggestion, example,
situation, but you bave to leave the
result to him.
Two wrongs do not make one right.
Suppose the young person is thinking
wrong. Will it help him to think right
if you impose the weight of your au-
thority to make think right? Not a
thought’s worth. When you command
him to think your way by forcing him
to obey your commands you do two
things. You increase his distaste for
your idea. You increase his faith in
his own idea. He will resolve to prove
himself right at the first chance. That
means the first time he is free of your
authority he will try out nis own way.
He may be very wrong. That means
he is in great need of your help. Study
how you can put the right idea before
him so that he can see it. Children
are not wilfully blind.
One day young Peter asked his fa-
ther to gi^e him permission to sail the
boat alone from his dock to one a mile
away, all by himself. “I want to he
all alone by myself with nobody with
Father knew the boat was not safe.
Instead of saying emphatically, "No
sir, you can do no such fifing.” he said.
“Well. I’ll make a bargain with you.
First you show me thaf you can man-
age the boat with me as a passenger.
I’ll promise not to open my .mouth or
lift a finger. If you can make it. all
right. I’ll give you a license to sail
alone. If you don’t, then we go on
The two set sail for the point. In-
side of five minutes both were in the
lake. Father readied for Peter, haulpd
him alongside and both swam for the
After it was all over and they were
clothed and rested once more, Peter
said, “1 owe you an apology for dump-
ing you into the lake, dad.”
“Not at all.” said father. "It wasn’t
your fault. You are a good sailor.
The boat is tnpheavy. The mast and
sail are for a much bigger boat. Your
uncle can manage it hut you. can't.
When you get a decent boat you’ll sail
her all right.”
1 suggest cooperation, reason, help,
when tlie child thinks one way and you
are certain in another. Authority is
to be used only in emergencies and
emergencies are in their nature, few
and far between. A life time span is
more common than not.
Life is a leisurely matter after all.
It takes more than seventy years to
come to its full flavor for most of us,
• * *
IT TS not for nothing that hurry and
1 worry are always tied in the same
breath. Hurry is first cousin to worry.
One brings the other. The person who
is always in a hurry is not a well bal-
anced intelligence. He has allowed
one fifing to get ahead of another, in-
stead of trying to keep all of them in
their places. He has done either too
much or too little and done it too
early or too late. Hurry won’t cure
There is a difference between speed
and hurry. Speed is a controlled
swiftness that is accurate and timed
to the dot. Hurry is a fluttering haste
that may or may mV arrive. Speed
implies thought and accuracy. Hurry
implies neglect and panic.
When children have to hurry to get
out to school in the morning they are
in poor shape to begin the day. i need
not tell you about the half-eaten
breakfast, the clothes tossed on any
way. the forgotten things, the irrita-
tions and the setbacks of the morning
hurry. It all leaves the child breath-
less and in a state of mental confusion.
The morning start must begin the
night before. Things must be laid
ready for the morning. Send the chil-
dren out in a calm rather than in the
hurry of storm and the whole day will
go better for everybody.
Children are likely to put off things
that they ought to do until the last
moment. Then they hurry. That kills
all benefit the work might have con-
ferred upon them.
When he suddenly starts up ana
shouts, “Gee whiz, I forgot. Our
monthly theme has to be in tomorrow.
Quick. Somebody lend me a pen. Got
any theme paper, Bess? Ma. I have
to go down to the store for theme pa-
per. How do you know he hasn’t any?
Then I’ll have to go down to Billy’s
house and borrow some from him.
Gee whiz. 1 forgot all about it Ma,
how do you spell constitution?
There. That’ll have to do. I’ll ge* by
anyway." That lesson did not catch.
Hurry is horn of poor organization.
When one plans and follows the plan
there is no need for hurry save in the
The children can he trained to avoid
the appearance of hurry. They can
have a schedule and follow it closely
enough to save them this strain. The
home that eliminates hurry is a strong
force for success in the lives ot its
children. Hurry’s password is Maybe.
That is not good enough for us. We
need to he certain.
Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
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