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By ELAINE STERNE C ARLINGTON
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A Heartwarming Story, Especially Written for Radio Mirror by the Author of a Popular Serial Broad' cast About the Same Well Loved
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ILLUSTRATED BY CLYDE PRETTYMAN
THROUGH the open way Pepper Young .. garded his family belligerently. Not that he had any fault to find with his family. He had not. The group they presented to the eye was a pleasant one.
Dinner being over they had drifted back to the living room. Mrs. Young settled herself in her low rocker, on the arm of which swung a full bag of darning.
Peggy, blonde, curlyhaired, and blue-eyed, sank down languidly on the couch, feet curled under her, chin on her hand, gazing intently into the fire, fancying as she did so, that she resembled, strikingly, her favorite film star of the moment. Mr. Young strolled over to the writing desk and, after rummaging around for paper and an envelope, began a letter.
All this Pepper observed from the doorway, scowling. The scowl was merely a ruse to bolster his own courage. For Pepper had plans for the evening.
Suddenly, since no one looked up or seemed even aware of him standing grim
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we had a substitute today."
His mother looked up and smiled abstractedly.
"Gee, she didn't even assign us any homework
to do," Pepper said in a critical tone of voice.
"All she did was give us a review test. I got
96."
"That's fine, son," said Mrs. Young. Again Pepper sighed deeply. "Seems funny," he said, "not to have any homework to do." He affected a gay little laugh. "Hardly know what to do with myself." He paused a moment, to give this time to sink in, then started toward the door. "Well ..." he said.
Mrs. Young stirred in her chair. Mr. Young, who understood her perfectly, laid down his pen and looked straight at his son. "It sounds as if tonight would be an excellent time for you to study up for those midterm examinations," he said firmly. "You weren't thinking of going out, were you?" "Why — I sorta thought I might run over and — " "You were out to the movies last night, Pepper," Mrs. Young said. "I think you'd better stay in tonight."
But mother, I ought to have special books for that exam—"
"Your mother's right, son. You should have thought of getting those books this afternoon," Mr. Young said. "You know you're not to go out two school nights in succession." Pepper hesitated. There was undoubtedly that familiar "I-mean-what-I-say" look in his father's eyes— a look which, as far back as he could remember, had boded no good for the private and personal plans of Pepper Young. Wisely, he beat a tactical retreat, preferring, like a good general to await a more suitable time for attack. Having reached his own room, closed his door, and locked it behind him he gave himself up to a complete and cold scrutiny of himself in 'the mirror. The mirror gave back to him a red-headed, " , u"..i,wH hnv. with a face by no means plain, but one in which, beneath beetling brows, the features were not
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