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Show Thursday, January BEAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER, TREMONTON. UTAH Pa?e Six l5 sen of Penrose became Two visits from the stork in one month brought their first was Miss Rhea Stokes andy a boy to Mr. and Underwood was Miss Cleo Sti f Mrs. Jchn Collins, o- - Kellog, Ida., ,both daughters of Mr. and and the second, a Alfred Stokes, and were md Mr. and Mrs. Dewey Hansen and December 2nd, Mrs. Eddie Under- - one day apart in the spr.ng otyt and Mr. to girl, family, Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd and family, and Mr. and Call and family of Gar Ed Mrs. land were dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Conrad Frednckson, iew Year's day. Miss Phvllis Call of Ogden, spent the Christmas weekend with hen w.n.u. service grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. ConFredriekson. claim to be promised to David. Can't bered his love of horses, his love of rad his generosity, his life and people, and Mrs. C. E. Miller enMr. you speak?" mothof her The loss smile. well kindling And though she remembered, joyed having all their family with of a big and beautithe when er, leaving David's enough, them for Christmas. Miss Merle he had gone to America . . . "I'll ful house, vague now in her mem- Miller of Salt Lake and Miss Oleta come back to get you, Lark, when ory, had been softened by her fa- Miller of Brigham spent the week and end at home and Mr. and Mrs. Orin you're old enough to be a man's ther's hand on hers, his energy wife. Don't cry, my little dear! I'll understanding, his special beliefs. Kim her and family of Grous? "I'm too heavy for a blood horse Crek remained to visit for the give you a fine house on a hill and a carriage with four black horses, to carry," he'd said in late years. week. Miss Oleta Miller also spent dH9 because you're still my little "I'll use the pony cart. You ride New Year's at home. The family is . she knew it was only sweet" . Madoc, Lark." glad to have Mrs. Miller at home the pretty sentimental speech of a Bethel North, nearest neighbor to after having spent four days man to a gangling child of thirteen. the Shannons, had remonstrated again in the Valley hospital last week. k She knew that, but she plunged on, with point and vigor. "Your Lark is W. Petersen Fred Mrs. and Mr. beWild a pretty sight, I must say! because she couldn't help it, were cause because Bethel seemed to hair flying and legs astride that red and Leonard M. Petersen PetMrs. visitors fa.'!.-'- '' Friday. she 'ff-will her to, and and because beast! What kind of talk does she Brigham Mrs. with Corinne at visited ersen was and She men sayDavid. love did the make rough really among ing it aloud, stupidly, shamelessly boys? David can tell you. He has a Ed Raider. 4 Ajt A. ' softness for her. He'd never be one telling them. . A Christmas party was given "I love David. He said he would to stand a tongue against her. He's Wednesday afternoon by the Pri come for me, or send for me. I been in more fights than one over 1 mary officers tor tne cniiuren, oi will write to David that I am going her good name! How do you like ward. the out to him, Bethel." that?" Wednesday evening the M. I. A. "Jack Shannon give David the Jack Shannon had let out a to to a oath. Queer man for par- presented two plays, "A Real America," Jaggers money go had spoken up cautiously. "Maybe son, people said, human as any, yet Arreiican Boy," and "Ask Nancy," he knew Lark was promised" with the love of God so sure in him and a Christmas story, "The Gifts had you could see it shining out of his cf the Children" was dramatized Bethel thirteen?" "At snapped. "I'll tell you what I think. eyes. He's apologized to Bethel but by the Primary children. Husband. She wasn't promised then. had let her and the rest of the vilSeveral Penrose people were She's not promised now. She's no lage know that Lark's life was her tUa Tliatnhpr ward Sit own, and he was there to back her a Christmas regard for truth. Lark be a liar." party Thursday eve"I'll take the money from the up in the living of it. of the 1st and members The ning. sale," Lark had said wildly. "You It would be well, Jack Shannon 2nd band were invitrhythm grade had further suggested to Bethel, if ed to take part on the program. she allowed her own son, David, a Mrs. A. L. Smith and son Monte, bit of freedom. The boy was set to left Wednesday to join Mr. Smith to carve and wasn't he, go America, Idaho, where he is at Pocatello, a new life for himself? Why didn't Bethel help him? She could. employed. RATION ;ii Mr. and Mrs. G. L. Miller were Naturally, Rector Shannon had known very well that Bethel owned Brigham visitors Tuesday. the North house, controlled the mon CERTIFICATE Mr. uid Mrs. Engvar Petersen ey, and even collected Jagger's visited in with their Brigham small pension from the Crown, Mrs. Marcel Palmer and earned by serving with the British daughter, REQUIRED family. army in its war against American A large number of Penrose independence. He mentioned these facts with delicacy, but he men- people attended the wedding dance tioned them. in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Glen Al"Jaggers got himself a knee wound len at Bothwell Friday evening in that trouble," Bethel had said de- The bride, formerly of Penrose, is fensively, "and yet he fills David the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. D with his tales. Why didn't he go and M. Grover. LET US HELP YOU stay in that wild land. I want to Mr. and Mrs. Morgan Miller took know?" KEEP YOUR CAPv their daughters, Marjorie and Faye "He was loyal enough to come both The girls, back over a lot of ocean water to to Ogden Monday. nurse cadets at the Dee hospital, IN SERVICE. you. Bethel. And he'd like to see his boy follow his dream. Had you spent several days visiting here OtW Stun Proportionately lr their with parents. about that?" thought Mr. and Mrs. Art Pederson were "I've thought Jaggers gets a propREAD HOW er heathen look to his very eyes, New Year's dinner guests of Mr. Mrs. Stanfill. when America is named to him. and Perry RECAPPING FIRESTONE FACTORY-METHO- D I've thought how fine it would be Jed Stanfill cooked dinner Sunfor people to mind their own affairs, GIVES NEW LIFE TO YOUR TIRES: day for Ersol Berchtold and C. E. even parsons!" Miller to complete his Eagle Scout Lark remembered that, because work. Jack Shannon had told her, laughing Capt. and Mrs. Russell Lund She remembered the deeply. . spent the Christmas holidays with day David had left for America, too. Mrs. Lund's parents, Mr. and Mrs. It had been back in 1811, his twenty-firs- t Stanfill. They left Wednesbirthday, and she had covered Perryfor Ardmore, Oklahoma, and day his cheek with to John L. Stanwith visit planned kisses, this old friend, David North, fill at Mr. Stan Colorado. Pueblo, "1 love David. He said he would man, hero, world adventurer, this fill is a Lieutenant in the come to me." Army man Lark loved with all the fierce Air Corps hospital there. Mrs. of He adoration thirteen. sensitive can't call me that. I love David. Lund completed her studies I'll go to him. I'll ship my horse, had gone, with Jack Shannon's mon- at the just TJ. S. A. C. and will return his in Bethel's dismal ey pocket, Madoc, to America to be a dowry n Rutfirm Lark's clear wor- to take part with the class at the 7 to David. 1. Original Inspection My father would have cautionings, and in exercises the tunspring. on graduation tears her cheek. his Firestone's dictated lias been happy to see me set my feet ship, Actual experience finlsW Kay Shuman, who is employed assures He would come back. She knew in the new land with David for a our inspection standards. They ing equipment at Brigham City, was home for treaded tires which confora are designed to select only husband, and Madoc to start a sta- that. She didn't tell them, then, New Year's. to the highest balance would because addihave laughed. ble. Madoc has good blood. He's they those tires that Justify Miss Elaine Hunsaker of tional lahor and material. worth a lot of money. David will But she knew it, knew it when he and Mrs. Sarah Shuman be proud to have Madoc. He will wrote her an occasional letter, was be very glad to have me come to sure of it when he sent her the gift, were New Year's dinner guests of the red silk handkerchief, which he Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Shuman and him." a said was called a Red Raskall. Red, family. "The made keeper Mr. and Mrs. D. M. Grover and good offer for Madoc." Bethel was the color of love, the symbol of a ignoring Lark, speaking directly to warm heart. . . children, of Pine View Dam, were She had worn the Red Raskall tied over night guests Friday of Mr. Jaggers. "I shall sell the horse tomorrow. You call to mind. Hus- about her curls. She had been six- and Mrs. Ersol Berchtold. teen then, almost grown up. . . . band, the note I hold of Rector ShanMr. and Mrs. Conrad Fredricknon's? The sale of the horse will She could see it now, hanging on a nail in the stable, there. . . . She clear that note." Lark had appealed wildly to Jag- had heard less often from David, eyes seemed to lately. . . . She was grown up. gers, whose deep-se- t hide behind his shaggy gray brows. . . . She knew, now, that he hadn't 4. Camelback K 3. Repairing "Look at me, Jaggers! Bethel can't really meant to send for her, that Firestone Grade A quality w Eayon repair patches, together sell Madoc to a stableman! My fahis parting words had been fanciwith special repair methods, Camelback compounded ther has thorough-bloopapers on ful. exclusive tope combine the to Firestone's produce highest in the back of his Bible!" Madoc Jaggers came in quickly, through work broken for gives pre" Quality "Mutac," ent, repair stable door. He nodLark had cleared the table and the tires. or weakened areas. to passenger xnileaga crept up to bed, but nothing fur- ded to Lark and sat down on a bale ther had been said. Lying in her of hay. a slight, rugged little man bed' in the silent house, she had nearing sixty, a tired, mild little tried to feel the nearness of her own man with shaggy brows and a high forehead and kind unhopeful eyes. old home next door, but this accustomed comfort was gone. It was as He pulled a straw from a bale if her father' familiar ghost had and ran it between his teeth, lookfaded now with the selling of his ing once at Lark, and then away, out property, his comfortable old chair, the door, at the pigeons waddling his little house, his fine blooded and slipping on the muddy cobbles. horse. Frantically, Lark had tried "Sure been ralnin'," he said. to call him back. "Devil beatin' his wife, was the old Jack Shannon had loved this sim- sayin' when it sunned and rained tople place. Never an ambitious man, gether." he had been happy here where the "Wasn't that the stage stopping a 5. Curing 6. Final Inspection farms were poor and Isolated, where minute ago?" Lark asked. "I r conf Krwstone'i treading cures an litUe stone church often held no Only those tires which the how it happened to stop here?" ' fOTerned itrlct by standi specific. Water Pumps more than a dozen people in the to Firestone's high "It do stop now and then." He tiona drrelopd by Firestone WP congregation. He had delighted in took a thick slice of bread from hia cf qnality are permitted Laboratories and controlled and Pipes f had loved to Fittings held it out to Lark. "You parish calls, pocket and wliii precision equipment. the strict final inspection. ride across the country to carry missed your breakfast. Here's a bit O Sheet Metal Work comfort to some old granny, or to of bread. Eat it, do." Lark thanked him and accepted baptize a sickly baby. The country people Joked among it. She said. "Are you going tc O tothemselves, saying it was a caution take Madoc to the that the horse Madoc wasn't invited day?" into the church to kneel down and "I don't know." Jaggers' keen, pray In a front pew where Rector kind little terrier eyes were fixed on could keep an eye on him, he was Lark. "Would you Lark, would yoi that fond of him. want it the way you said it last night PLUMBING & HEATING Always he had been known as the at supper? I mean if it was to com "Riding Parson." Even in Lark's about that David tend for you is Tremonton Phone 126 former and more spacious life, when the new land, would you be her mother was alive. Lark remem to go, honest, now?" PENROSE great-grandchil- 1 t wood of Ogden, December 2 e fore their marriage, Mrs rvv great-grandparen- ts. imriiii-- .-- d, - -i? Fred-rickso- n S3 CLARK MCMEEKIN CHAPTER I Lark drew comfort from his warmth. The touch of the horse's flank, under her hand, started the fine, throbbing pulse in her fingertips. She cupped her palm a little, drawing his life into hers. He turned his head and watched her, breathing softly against the coppery cloud of her hair on his neck. "Madoc," she whispered. "Darling . . . how can I stand losing you? How can I let you go?" whinnied softly, as if he recogthe urgent tenderness of her as if he understood her. She her arm over his neck and pressed her face against his curving throat. They were cloaked together in the gray blanket of the soft wet dawn, but sunlight was beginning to thread the dusty windows of the low stable, its shining shafts making a forward march through the open door from the muddy cobbled courtyard beyond. The horse, a thoroughbred sorrel with a fine sleek coat, gleaming and warm as polished bronze, stood fetlock deep in the hay of the big box stall. Near-by- , munching his morning oats, was a sturdy pony, He nized tone, flung the "parson's pony." The girl. Lark Shannon, had given them both their allotment of food and water, but it was in Madoc's stall that she lingered. She had ridden and loved this horse since she was a child. He was hers, a free, living, vital part of her very self, of her father who was recently dead, . . of their life together. The sense of loneliness, complete and suffocating, came over her. Bethel North had sold Madoc. Bethel had had the power and right to do this. Madoc was lost to her, and she found it almost as hard to realize this as it had been to accept the fact that her father was lost to her. Next door, across the muddy barn lot, beyond the dripping hawthorn . hedge, she could see Bethel moving about In the North kitchen, preparing the early Sabbath breakfast, heating water for baths, busy, virtuous Bethel. Lark's suspicion of her own un- worthiness had begun on the very evening, weeks past, when her father, Jack Shannon, had come Jogging home in the pony cart, dead, his thick kindly body slumped against the dashboard, the lines trailing on the road. A wonderful way to go. ; Everybody said so. "Quick-like,- " the village stone-cutttold Lark .with doleful cheer. "Not a bed-ri- d day for Rector." Shutting heneyes now, Lark saw ' again those square sure fingers cut-- ' ting the final legend in the sand-- ' stone: "John 'Paul Shannon, March 3. 1766-J-une 30, 1816. 'Death Where ; er , Sting?' " Gratitude was a virtue extolled by Bethel. She was insistently grateful for her own life, her moral strength, her thrift, her acceptance of fate. Rebelling against Bethel was like rebelling against the rain that ' dripped, in spite of the thin sunlight, from the stable eaves; like rebelling against old age, or gravity. Lark knew that, knew that her own foolish outburst last night had cost her Madoc. Leaning against 'Is j ; I ' j j j j j t t j ; Thy the comfort and warmth of Madoc's neck, where the little muscles ran under her inquiring quivering, touch, Lark relived that time last night, heard again every foolish word she'd said at the supper table, "The back taxes will leave very little from the sale of Rector's house." That had been Bethel, ad-- ; dressing Lark through old Jaggers, Bethel's kindly, ineffectual husband, "But a little something, Bethel." Jaggers had remonstrated, glancing at Lark, and away. "Yet taxes is dear, you re n?ht. Bethel. The way they eat into a bit of money is a caution." rector of the church," Bethel had gone on, "who didn't keep his own nour m mma is nara to under-- : j stand, a rector who leaves his child ! to be a care on neighbors." And Lark, fighting back the tears j I of helpless anger, had said as stupid and perhaps as wicked a thing as i she could ha-vconcocted after an j hour's thought, she realized now. She had put In words a bodiless i an impossible vision of ; escape that she had drawn on, more, i perhaps, than she'd known. "I plan to leave England for America, Bethel. I I will marry I will go to him with j David North. , the money my father left me. My ; father left it for that purpose." Even as she said it. Lark knew they didn't believe her, knew that : she would regret this lie as long as she lived, knew it with the awful certainty of destruction, the crimson guilt of a person who distorts the truth, knew it and was ashamed nd frightened of the thick silence. 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