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Woman's home companion
Vol. LXIV, No. 6 (1937)

[Continued articles and works],   pp. 40-[57] PDF (11.9 MB)


Page 40

That's Love
[CONTINUED FROM PAGE 34
PROTECT PRECIOUS EYES
WITH EDISON MAZDA LAMPS
YOUNG EYES especially need the protection
of good light to help them see safely and
without straining. For eyestrain . .. so often  "SEEING IS BELIEVII
caused by poor lighting . .. is largely respon-  /or     I, ,i/
sible for the fact that 2 out of 5 children   tter ighl Iinps give
reach college age with defective vision. Yet  light t/in ordinary h
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3. Uise only laips that Stay Brighter Longer. The
General Electric trade-nark  on a bulb  is  our a-
siirance of good light at low  cost.
4. Give your chili the benefit of' an I. E. S. Better
Sight Laimp for reading andl studying.
Start protecting eyesight in your home to-
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don' bur  outpre~60 WATTS AND
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... or rob eyes of light they need. General
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and the one I drew tonight-the
one she cashed-then neither of
them is any good!"
He could see them both pre-
sented to his bank for payment and
both being stamped, "No Funds.''
"She'll think I'm a crook-a
thief!'' he groaned.
And then a ray of hope appear-
ing: 'Mr. Farnum must have for-
gotten lie had to sign the check
too. I will call him up and it will
all be straightened out."
As late as it was, he couldn't
wait till morning. Perhaps Mr. Far-
num had been out late too and had
just come in. At least it would
do no harm to give him a ring.
Presently a sleepy voice said,
''Hello,'' on the other end of the
xvi re.
''Hello! Hello! This is David
Dolbeare. I would like to speak
to Mr. Farnum for a minute, please
. . . something very important.
'Sorry,'' said the sleepy voice,
''Mr. Farnum left last night on a
fishing trip withJudge Brown.''
''When will they be back?"
''Why, sir, they've gone to
Canada and won't be back for a
couple of weeks at least!''
*   DAVID'S bank had hardly
r_ opened the next morning when
he was inside conferring with Mr.
J. Hamilton Winterbottom, the
vice president through whom he
had originally opened his account.
Mr. Winterbottom was a banker
of the old school-that is to say,
he wore a high stiff collar, a frock
coat and a manner of imperious
dignity.
'You wish to arrange for a
loan?" he asked when David's
story had faltered to a close.
'If I can.''
''Upon what collateral?'
''Well-I'm  afraid I have no
collateral. But I've been banking
here-"
"You sa vou are employed at
Perley and Palimalee's. Can't 'ou
arrange for an advance of salary
or-ah-commissi oins?"
'No, sir,'' said David sadly.
''I-well, you see, I tried that be-
fore I came here.''
'Then I'm afraid that we can-
not help you, Nlr.-ah- Dolbeare,
at this particular' time and under
these particular circumstances."
"But those checks that I drew
xesterdav-before I knew that my
deposit was no good: You'll let
those go through .    ' David
earnestly pleaded.
Mr. WVinterbottom's expression
suddenly grew bright and he per-
mitted himself to smile for a io-
ment.
"Oh, those checks,'' he said.
"Why-ah-Mr. Dolbeare, surely
I need not tell you that the' can-
not possibly be paid unless suf-
ficient funds are first deposited.'
'Thank 'ou,' said David, sadly
rising.
"Not at all, Mr. Dolbeare.
Drop in and see us any time that
we can be of service to you.
David left the bank sadly and
slowly.
''Well, there's no help for it,"
he sighed. "I've got to tell Sylvia.
I'll be able to pay her back by the
first of next month-but oh, what
a poor cheap skate she'll think I
am!"
>HE TELEPHONED first to
the airport and a voice in the
bookkeeping department gave him
her address, ''Ravensdale, just be-
yond Cedarhurst. Anyone around
there will tell you where John
Merry's place is."
"John Merry's place!" thought
David, hanging up the receiver
with a dispirited gesture. ''Sounds
like a roadhouse or a hotel. Yes,
and now I think of it, I've read
of old actors doing things like
that-"
But he was too dejected to fol-
low the thought further. With
drooping shoulders he made his
way to the garage where lie kept
the coup&; and just as the clock
in his dashboard pointed to high
noon, he stopped his car in Ravens-
dale iand asked a passing letter-
carrier how to get toJohn Merry's.
"'First place over the stone
bridge,' '' he repeated to himself.
"Well, that ought to be easy to
find.'
But after lie had crossed the
stone bridge the first place he saw
was a great estate-with acres of
lawn and thousands of trees, and
a Georgian palace in the far dis-
tance, half concealed in a grove of
pines. In front of the house he
caught a glimpse of a pond-al-
most large enough to be called a
lake-a pond embellished with
slowly floating swans.
tATHE next house was another
S/'ornate dwell ing-Elizabethan,
this one, with a garage that looked
like a stable and a peacock on the
front lawn.
''That's funny,'' muttered
David; anid seeing a butcher's de-
livery truck coiming out of the
private entrance, lie stopped and
held out his arm.
'Can you tell me where John
Merry's place is?'' lie asked.
"Yes, sir,'" said the butcher's
boy pointing back.   ' Vou just
came right past it.'
'You mean on the other side of
the bridge?'' asked David begin-
mg to stare.
'"No, sir. This side. The place
with the pond."
''Wait . . . wait ...' said
David feebly as the butcher's bov
prepared to depart. ''Is there-is
there any other Merry who lives
around here a brisk little old
gentleman with white side-
whiskers and-and a flat-topped
derby?"   [CoNTINUED ON PAGF 431
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