The Nome nugget., 1934-09-01

\ derful. Margaret's a trump. She's so ambitious for Nancy, yet she never whimpered. And Jackl He didn't consider anything except helping his father, Offered to give up Mary Ann. and he- Why. the boy worships that car And Nancy [" (Aunt Judith winked back the tears). T wanted to cry for her. poor darlingl She's been so thrilled and excited over this debut. :"
 Az for the girl herself, she lay on her beautiful four-poster trying to assemble her shattered world. It seemed incredible that such . thing could happen-to her. It just couldn't be true. "Why, Edgemere," she unused, sis-is the jumping-off place. One might as well be buried alive. I don't see how even Mother can endure 1t, especially with no Aunt Judy to help out. Come to think of 1t. there's only one bath room for the entire family l" She threw . glance toward the door that led to her own white-tiled bath; and, as if she could see into the closet that lay beyond, a vision of the new gowns hanging there, wait ing her entrance into what Jack called "the social swirl" rose mp before her. and the girls eyes misted.
 "I'll never wear them now," she pondered unhappily. T wish could get a job like Jack: but what good am IT Aunt Louise was right. I can't earn my salt. not to men tion my silk stockings. i. What'n the girls ray, and the boys, when they hear the news? Not that it matterA Poor Dadi How he hated to tell us. I'd like to help him. but-but I'm just use less. Can't even earn my board. =. No one would pay me. :"
 Nancy turned her head. The door was opening cautiously, and as she switched on . bedside light the girl saw her brother, clad in pajamas and . bathrobe.
 What on earth do you want this time of night?" she questioned.
 Without answering, Jack closed the two windows noiselessly and sat down on the foot of Nancy'S bed, drawing his knees up under his chin.
 "Sis," he began in a mysterious whisper, i've got a perfectly cork ing scheme. Have-have you for gotten Cousin Columbine's proposi- tionf'
 Cousin Columbine's proposition ! Nancy had not given 1t "a thought since the week before when Jack, home from school for an unexpect- ed Sunday, had met the postman at the door and brought letter into the dining room where the family was at dinner.
 Tt looks like q long-wir ded screed from Dads venerable rela- tive in Colorado" the boy ob- served. You read 1t aloud, Aunt Lou"
 But it's for. your father"
 Dad smiled.
 "Read on, my dear. It can't be very private. The old lady hasn't written for a long time. What can she want?"
 "To spend her remaining days with us, perhaps" opined Jack fear fully as he sat down and his aunt drew some finely written pages from the envelope. Whats she say. Aunt L0ur
 "Give me time to find out, please" she returned with . touch of sarcasm: and then read: Dear Cousin James: It is some months since any news of my far-dlstant relatives has reached me and now I am writing to ask what I trust will not be regarded as a favor"
 "What'd I sayr broke in Jack. "She wants to live with usl I felt something's something ominous creep down my spine when the post man handed me that letter Go on. Quick"
 Louise Nelson, always impatient at interruptions, paused for an az gravating moment before continu- ing: ". =. a favor. I suppose I am getting old"
 "Old Is right w burst irrepress- ibly from Jack again. "Why, she's . pioneer, isn't shef One of those covered wagon people who-"
 "Sshl". warned his mother while her sister-ln-law. throwing the boy what in the vernacular of his gen. eration Is referred to as "a hard look," continued: for I find 1t more difficult to do for myself, and the neighbors feel that I should no longer remain alone at night in this large mansion"
 Louise Nelson paused for just . moment, as if awaiting her nephew's comment, but as none was forthcoming, she went on: T had hoped to secure the services of Mary Taylor, the daughter of our good