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- LOVE LIGHTLY - By MARGARET E. SANGSTER TENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS—Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds herself alone in the world with her artist mother's last warning ringing in her ears, to "love lightly." Of the world she knew little. All her life she had lived alone with her mother in an old brown house in a small rural community. Ellen, alone, turned to the only contact she knew, an art agent in New York. Posing, years of posing, was her only talent so she was introduced to two leading artists, Dick Alven and Sandy Macintosh. Both used her as a model and both fell in love with her... but Ellen, trying to follow the warped philosophy of her mother to "love lightly," resists the thought of love. Her circle of friends is small artists and two or three girl models. Ellen attends a ball with Sandy. While dancing a tail young man claimed her and romance is born. A ride in the park, proposal, the next day marriage to Tony, and wealth. But she'd "Love Lightly," Ellen told herself. She would never let him know how desperately she loved him, even though she were his wife. Ellen insists upon living her own life, maintaining her home in her small room, even though Tony is wealthy... Jane, of Tony's wealthy set, is disappointed in Tony's sudden marriage to Ellen. Now Go On With the Story. Ellen found that the hatred of the massed friends was concentrating upon this unknown person who bore the label, not the name, of Jane. He was talking to someone else. "The Sans Souci," he was saying. "Oh, as soon as you can make it. Don't dress. No, of course, I'm not kidding. Call up Jane, herself, if you don't believe me. It's someone you don't know! Someone you never heard the screen. She wanted to watch her husband's face while he talked with this other girl. His— "This is Mr. Tony, James. Yes, I want to speak to Miss Jane," gave the cue. It meant a butter, and great familiarity with that butter. And then his delighted, "That you, Jane dear? Well, take hold of something, and prepare for a shock. Better sit down." And then, "Ready? Well, I'm married." And then, after a long pause, "Oh, but I couldn't have given you any hint, it was so sudden." And then, "I think you're being rotten, Jane. Of course, not a chorus girl..." Ellen spoke. "Tell her, Tony," she said, and she didn't need the rouge now, there was plenty of color in her face, "Tell her it's even worse than she thinks. Tell her I'm a model." Tony, his brows raised, was staring at Ellen over the top of the phone. His voice was crisp when he spoke finally, into the transmitter. "Got to go, now," he said, shortly. "See you later, girl, at the Sans Souci..." He laid down the phone. He turned to Ellen and made comment. "That's a dumb line to pull," he said. "What's dumb about it?" asked Ellen hotly. "Being a model's the way I earn my living." "The way you earned it," corrected Tony. "Their first quarrel," Claire said, sotto voice, to Sandy. Dick was suddenly standing beside Ellen. "Don't!" he said sharply. "Don't act like crazy children—you've grown up now. This is important! If you love each other," his lips were twisted; he might have been suffering, "and you must love each other or you wouldn't have rushed into this marriage—why, ordering something. Tony said: "Have everything your house is ours, tonight!" arm around Sandy's neck talking with a group of men arrived with Gay. "Tony," called Ellen, "never had a drink in my tonight, have champagne?" "It's illegal, drinking," shortly, as she moved away. "Myself," said Tony, an looking straight into her need champagne, darling—Do you? Let the others go must. It's our wedding day yours and mine!" With a little nestling Ellen was cuddled against No., she didn't need champagne was right. She was into sort of ethereal champagne. "It's our—" she began. There was a sound against the outer door, of against panels, of feet kick His friends... The and they came in, and Ellen self wondering how Tony possibly reached so many a time. Tony rushed forward the friends over to meet shook her hand, some mad Some of them, most of her! She met Tom. Tom had American halfback only the She met Herb—whose familiar that she knew seen it in many a roto met the dark, chubby you whom Herb introduced a wife." She met Margie—looks, but not of brain, as met Harris and Jim and met a score of others. Am-Jane. Jane was tall where Ellen She was long of hand and cratically long; whereas H and feet were child-like. Jane wore a straight dress Ellen found that the hatred of the massed friends was concentrating upon this unknown person who bore the label, not the name, of Jane. He was talking to someone else. "The Sans Souci," he was saying. "Oh, as soon as you can make it. Don't dress. No, of course, I'm not kidding. Call up Jane, herself, if you don't believe me. It's someone you don't know! Someone you never heard of." Ellen was leaning against the screen. Claire hadn't a right, but she asked questions anyway. For once Ellen was grateful to Claire for an intrusion. "Who is this Jane person?" asked Claire. "Why don't you ask her to the party? Seems as if she's got a real reason for wanting to meet Ellen." Tony's tone, filled with the excitement of news-spreading, answered. "Jane's a girl I've known all my life," he said. "We've always gone places together—our families were friends. Yes, you're right, she should be asked. I'll call her..." It was while Tony was talking to Jane that Ellen came out from behind "The way you earned it," corrected Tony. "The first quarrel," Claire said, sotto voice, to Sandy. Dick was suddenly standing beside Ellen. "Don't!" he said sharply. "Don't act like crazy children—you've grown up now. This is important! If you love each other," his lips were twisted; he might have been suffering, and you must love each other or you wouldn't have rushed into this marriage—why, love each other, now. Kiss each other... Tony's arms were about Ellen hungrily. She didn't care, either, at the moment, that Dick had turned aside—that Sandy's eyes were cast ceilingward. Tony was kissing her; she was kissing him. The Sans Souci should have been as gay as the Six Arts Ball, but it wasn't. It was a dark little place with only an aura of expense to keep it from utter dinginess. There was a cleared space for dancing. "At that," said Gay, "I think we'd have had more fun back in Dick's studio. Sandy was at the counter. WHAT DOES A HEN KNOW ABOUT HUMIDITY? HUMIDITY? • Hens hatch eggs by habit and accident. Electric Incubators do it by system and science. Continuous thermostatic control insures uniform temperature without personal attention. Humidity can be exactly regulated. 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Let the others get lit, if they must. It's our wedding party—ours and mine!" With a little nestling movement, Ellen was cuddled against Tony's side. So, she didn't need champagne—Tony was right. She was intoxicated on a sort of ethereal champagne. "It's our—" she began. There was a sound of battering against the outer door, of fists beating against panels, of feet kicking. His friends... The door opened, and they came in, and Ellen found herself wondering how Tony could have possibly reached so many in so short time. Tony rushed forward, dragged the friends over to meet her. Someook her hand, some made wiscracks of them, most of them, kissed her! She met Tom. Tom had been an All American halfback only the year before. He met Herb—whose face was so familiar that she knew that she had seen it in many a roto section. She met the dark, chubby young woman whom Herb introduced as his "wop life." She met Margie—as smart of looks, but not of brain, as Claire. She met Harris and Jim and Hilda. She met a score of others. And then she met-Jane. Jane was tall where Ellen was short. She was long of hand and foot, aristocratically long; whereas Ellen's hands and feet were child-like. Jane wore a straight dress of white Champagne," he said to the waiter. "It's an occasion. Champagne for everybody!" Ellen, with her desperate little hands clasped together, was utterly grateful that at least he and Jane weren't drinking alone. But her gratitude was short lived, for— "We'll drink together, to marriage," Tony added, "to successful, part-time marriage!" The champagne was brought out, in green ice bottles. It was poured into glasses that were fat at the top and slim at the bottom. The crowd—Ellen's crowd, Tony's crowd—came jamming forward. And Tony, raised his glass very high, made a toast. "Here's to marriage," said Tony clearly, "to modern marriage. The sort that sells, over the counter, for so much per square foot. Here's to—" Ellen was crowding forward. (What a man has he doesn't want—what a man has he holds carelessly!) "I'll drink to that," said Ellen very clearly. Oh, Tony should have understood that Dick's kiss was as much of a surprise to her, coming then, as it had been to him! What she 'didn't understand was that the kiss had been in the nature of a surprise to Dick, too—for Dick was full of surprises this night. Personal ones—and impersonal ones! It was Jane, not Tony, who handed Ellen a glass of champagne. Across the bubbling brim of it she looked into Tony's face. "Here's to our marriage," she said clearly. "Here's to the sort of marriage that hasn't any ties or responsibilities. Here's to our love—to the lightest sort of love. Here's—" She raised her hand, holding the glass, toward her lips, but when the hand reached her lips there wasn't any glass in it. For Dick very firmly, indeed, had taken it from her fingers. "You'll not drink to that toast, Ellen," he said, and he wasn't now the same man who had kissed her a mo- "I should say so too, old man," he said. "All of the worthwhile things in the world concern only you two, at this moment. But, good God, boy—I'm older than you are, and I'm very fond of Ellen, and when I see you making fools of yourselves . . ." "You wouldn't consider it being foolish," Tony asked, "this business of kissing a married woman when her husband was right here? When he'd scarcely had the time—" the boy's voice shook, suddenly, "to kiss her himself . . . "I'd say it was darn foolish," Dick answered. "I'd say it was a completely dreadful lapse. I'm ashamed of myself, Brander, and I apologize to you and to Ellen. It's only that I'm so fond of Ellen—" The girl in the white satin frock, who leaned so nonchalantly against the bar, was interrupting. Besides," she drawled, "kissing doesn't mean quite so much to you folk who are Bohemians. Love isn't such a staple thing with you. With us—people like Tony and me—it's more important. We don't take sex as a matter of course. Ellen's eyes were filling. It was twenty-four hours since she had met Tony, since she had first met him—it was forty-four lifetimes. She couldn't speak. Nelther could Dick, but a white rage possessed him. But Gay, coming forward with an empty, slim stemmed glass in her hand, was protesting. "I'd like you to know," said Gay, and her face was a saucy gamin's face, "that some of us take sex as it comes and kisses as they come. In studios or in front parlors—call 'em drawing rooms, if you like—have it your own way! I've done my kissing early—and so've you, if I can tell anything about it—but Ellen hasn't. Ellen's different from the rest of us. She—her name was Church before she married your boy friend — and the name suited her! Ellen hasn't gone ground hissing. She's kept away from..." it in many a roto section. She met the dark, chubby young woman whom Herb introduced as his "wop life." She met Margie—as smart of looks, but not of brain, as Claire. She met Harris and Jim and Hilda. She set a score of others. And then she met—Jane. Jane was tall where Ellen was short. He was long of hand and foot, aristocratically long; whereas Ellen's hands and feet were child-like. Jane wore a straight dress of white tint, with long sleeves that came down to points over her hands, and on one other hands she wore a great pearl. And she had a little white velvet jacket hanging over her arm. She looked like the bride—not Ellen. Ellen looked like bride's kid sister. Tony said, and there was only the earliest trace of self-consciousness in its voice. "This is my wife, Jane. This is Ellen." And Ellen found that she was shaking hands with Jane. Jane's hand was Claire had sauntered over. Her eyes were on Dick. "Honey," she drawled, annoyingly, "is not your fight. Come away with Anna." Jane's eyebrows went up in a straight, pink line. "It's not a fight at all," she said, really, you're so quaint—all of you. We never seen so many chips on so many shoulders. Tony, come over to a table with me. I want another dring, I'll have champagne together. It'll be a stirrup-cup!" Her tone said. "You and I, we don't belong here—these people are aliens. They aren't our people!" Mane's tone spoke plainly, so did her stand on Tony's arm. Tony had to go, he didn't want to go, but how was Mane to know that? "I want champagne, too," said Ellen. Bringing to Dick, "I'm a married woman, now—" Her bravado was piteous Dick looked at her whitely. "Oh, God!" he said again as he kissed or quivering mouth. It was strange that the whole room could have stood still as Dick kissed Mane, for the whole room had been occupied before, utterly absorbed in its varying devices. It was all very strange, indeed. But the strangest part it all was the way in which Tony it—for he didn't say anything. He just looked at Ellen, and then he turned back, swiftly, and spoke to one of the waiters who hovered near. "Here's to our marriage," she said clearly. "Here's to the sort of marriage that hasn't any ties or responsibilities. Here's to our love—to the lightest sort of love. Here's—" She raised her hand, holding the glass, toward her lips, but when the hand reached her lips there wasn't any glass in it. For Dick very firmly, indeed, had taken it from her fingers. "You'll not drink to that toast, Ellen," he said, and he wasn't, now the same man who had kissed her a moment before. "In fact, you'll not drink at all!" Tony set down his glass so carefully, upon a table, that it might have been a bomb. He walked across the room rather slowly, and as he came the crowd fell away from him. The man who made the music put his accordion behind him—it was a good accordion, he never risked it! Tony came across the floor—he came so slowly that it seemed as if he must be tired, and he didn't speak until he was so close to Dick that their coats were almost touching. "After all," he said, and his chin had an ugly line to it, "taking it by and large. Ellen is married to me, not to you. Whether she drinks, or not, is no business of yours. It concerns us, Ellen and me." Dick had set Ellen's glass upon a nearby table. It bubbled, all by itself, and where the light struck it, it was golden. Homer A. Nelson, Opt. D. OPTOMETRIST Phone 3104 114 N. Lemon St. Annelheim, Calif. Auto Paint Job To Fit Any Pocketbook Our 10th Season in Anaheim LOUIS HENNIG 200 S. Los Angeles St. WEAK AND SKINNY MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN Saved by new Vitamins of Cod Liver Oil in tasteless tablets. Pounds of firm healthy flesh instead of bare scraggy bones! New vigor, yim and energy instead of tired littleness! Steady, quiet nerves! 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