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no reference to it. The phone rang while we were drinking our tea. When Mark came back, he was fairly popping with excitement. "That was Ed Kreuger," he said with a gruff, forced calm. "Looks like today's the day. He's coming by for me. Will you ride over with us? I — I'd sorta like to have you there." "I'd love to be there! I've got to be there! Mark — what happens when a well comes in? I mean, does the oil just spurt up without any warning — or what?" "Well, if it's a big well, you hit oil and gas together. Then you hear a little rumbling sound down in the ground, and then it comes shooting up through the hole and all over every place." "That sounds lovely." "It is lovely — when it happens." 1/IR. KREUGER, when he came, was ^^' as excited as we were in spite of all the wells he'd dug. The big derrick loomed up tall and dark, and the drill was going with a steady rhythm. We got out of the car and walked toward the rig. My heart was up in my throat somewhere. I stretched out my hand toward Mark and it met his, stretching out to me. We clutched each other like two children. We stood around for a little while. They were getting deeper and deeper, and Mr. Kreuger's face looked grim and grave. Suddenly I sniffed. "I smell gas!" I cried. "You do?" Mr. Kreuger grabbed my arm and sniffed too. Then Mark yelled, "I do, too. Look, you can see the gas!" Mr. Kreuger called, "Hold it, men." And the drilling stopped. From a far distant place, deep down, there came the sound of faint thunder. It grew louder and heavier. "Anchor the bailer," Kreuger ordered. "Kill the motor! Clear out of here, everybody!" We started to back away, hurriedly. Then simultaneously with a great roar and a who-o-osh, Mark cried, "There she comes!" We began to run then, as a giant stream of black exploded up out of the depths of the earth. There was oil on our shoes, on our clothes, on our faces. There was oil all over the world! "We're rich!" Mark yelled in my ear. "It's a gusher. We're rich. Darling, what are you crying about?" "I just want to go home," I sobbed, and clung harder to him. Mr. Kreuger drove us home, and we were incoherent all the way there. He left us at the door, and we stood for a few minutes laughing weakly at each other's spattered face. Then we turned to go in. "You know," Mark said more quietly. "We owe a lot to that little penny bank. It deserves to be opened now. We'll take the whole hundred to celebrate!" He went over and picked it off the mantelpiece. "Oh, no," I said. "No." "But why not?" "I'd like to keep it. Just as it is." "But we'll close it up again — with two hundred dollars, a thousand dollars." "No, Mark. Don't you see? Sealed in that little bank is — our faith in He looked puzzled. "Faith? But the m.oney — " And then, very quietly, I told him. "There's no money in it. Darling — there never was." MAY, 1942 That captivating "English look" . . . now it can be YOURS . . . \ns\on\\y\ Mhe Enfftishicontan's compiexian is knotvn the Mcorld over as the loveliest of ttll ... Its secret is a certain tint — a warm, sweet shade of the English hedge-rose; delicate . . . oh! so delicate, yet a man-stopper that really works. And now, it can be YOURS! True English Tint can bloom in YOUR cheeks. English Tint Rouge by Princess Pat will put it there— and Princess Pat creamy Lipstick or Liquid Liptone will key your lips perfectly to your cheeks. The effect is stvmning and whether you're blonde, brunette or in-between, it makes no difference, English Tint will be perfect on YOU. Send for Complete English Make-up Kit Yes, a complete Princess Pat English Tint *=^ / I I i P • make-up kit— everything you need for real f^^ •jj<2£€^'(S^ JiOoHKUt' English complexion loveliness. Contains trial size English Tint Rouge, a creamy Lipstick, a box of Face Powder to match and Liquid Liptone. An extraordinary offer — a "make-up" you just have to have. Send your name and address with 25^ to cover partly postage and packing. Princess Pat, Dept. 452, 2709 South Wells St., Chicago. PRINCESS PAT