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And there was something about the way he said "home," and the way Lively's eyes lit up at the word, that told Sunday how deeply her two old friends were longing for the sight of Silver Creek. "All right," she said thoughtfully. "Let's do that." Sunday felt as if she were drifting in the days that followed — long, eventless days of pushing the battered old car they'd bought over roads that stretched on and on. It shouldn't have taken them long to reach the country near Silver Creek, but the car was so bulky, so full of whims and infirmities that their total mileage each day was small. In a way, she was glad. On the road, there was no need to make decisions, no need to plan or think. They were still two days' journey from the Silver Creek country one morning when Sunday, wrapping a can of flour in the Denver newspaper Jackey had bought the night before, saw a headline: Lord Henry Brinthrope Gravely III in New York COR a moment she felt as if the 'blood had stopped flowing through her veins. Then it began again, violently, and she was so weak that her legs gave way and she had to sit down on the running-board of the car. She read the all-too-brief story: "Lord Henry Brinthrope, head of the Brinthrope mining interests in Colorado, is gravely ill in a New York hospital, it was learned today. The exact nature of his illness was not disclosed, but it is known that he had been under a severe strain ever since last month, when the sudden disappearance of his wife, the former Sunday Smithson of Silver Creek, shocked British and American social circles. Lord Henry's most recent visit to Silver Creek occurred a week ago. At that time he was endeavoring to find some trace of the missing Lady Brinthrope." She started up, calling, "Jackey! Lively! Henry's sick — terribly sick!" In a moment they were beside her, reading the paper, trying to comfort her. "I've got to go to him," she cried. "No matter what he did, I must be with him when he's ill — maybe dying! If he's really been trying to find me — if that made him sick, as the paper hints — Oh, I'd never forgive myself!" "That's right, Sunday," Jackey agreed seriously. "You're still his wife, and if he's sick your place is beside him. Let's see — maybe we got just enough money left to fly you to New York. We're almost home now, so we won't need much more." "But the baby!" she said, struck by a sudden thought. "I can't take him." "We'll watch out for him," Lively chuckled. "We took care o' you when you wasn't any older." "Well, come on!" Jackey said briskly. "We got to head into Denver and get Sunday onto an airplane." But late that afternoon, as they stood in the waiting room at the airport, Jackey was less matter-of-fact. "Sunday — " he said tentatively. "Yes?" "Sunday — y' think you might stay with Lord Henry now?" It was a moment before she answered. "No," she said at last. "Not now. If he needs me, I want to help | him. But when I've done what I can | MARCH, 1940 1940 C^pwfanfe 'Bswfcj sad* : Pond's Rose Shades Give Skin Lovely New Glamour Hard and Shiny Under bright lights with just a pale powder, even Miss Peggy Anne Huber's dramatic young face would develop hard shadows With one of Pond's "Glare-Proof" Rose shades Peggy Anne has a melt ing glamour even in h-arsh light ... she can dance without worrying all the time about "shiny nose" New Rose Shades are "Glare-Proof". . . Shineresistant. . . reflect only the softer, pinker rays TN THE 1940 GLAMOUR SET, "senJ sational" is the word for Pond's new Rosy Powders. Debutante "pretties" have learned that even bright night-club lights won't cast hard shadows on their faces — with one of these new Rose shades that reflect only the softer, pinker rays. Create your own private "sensation"! Choose the Pond's Rose shade that makes your skin look most ravishing— and open the door to romance! Pond's Powder comes in 7 lovely shades in 10tf, 2CK and 55s1 sizes. Or send for free samples today of Pond's 3 Rose shades — Rose Dawn. Ko>c Cream and Rose Brunette. Pond's. Dept. 8RM-PC, Clinton, Conn. Copyright. 1940. Pond's Extract Company I* I i £* Ylf 59