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Show BEAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER, Tremonton, Utah Page Six General's Troops Came Back Rings Out Freedom S CLARK MCMEEK!N THE STORY THIS FAR: Lark Shan-on- , whose hore, Madoc, wai told to Clear a debt hen her lather died, falls from England for America. David North, whom the loves, was to make the trip with her but disappoints her by sailing the night before. Lark's ship goes down but she reaches land, and Gait Withe, a bound servant to Innkeeper Cony, finds ber on an Island and brines her food. The two manage to get a halter on Lane-ea fine horse, who had escaped from the sinking ship. Gait leaves for the mainland In his boat, but refuses to take Lark along, which causes ber much wonder and concern. In the evening he returns with Cony, who questions Lark closely about everything. r, CHAPTER VIII ... If she had only listened to Gait, had trusted him, when he tried to tell her In his Inarticulate way that she mustn't come alone to the inn. . . . She thought of Red Raskall out on He the Island, alone, hobbled. could get food and water, of course. But suppose the ponies came back and he tried to follow them into the ocean and was drowned. . . . Gait tied up the yawl and Cony icrambled out, picking up a conch hell and blowing a long fluttering wailing note. The figure of a woman appeared in the inn doorway, and Cony called: "Un, Mag! Bide an' see Gait's fish! Gait he hooked up a wench for un!" He reached for Lark's hand, pulling her to the flat Mag said nothing, made no greeting, but simply stared at Lark while Cony told his story. They were walking up the beach now, past great mountains of oyster shells, gleaming in the Inst of the saffron When Cony mentioned sunlight. Lark's threat to appeal to David North, Mi grunted. Mag ladled out a bowl cf chowder for Lark and gestured her to a d chair. As she sipped a little of the hot, strong soup, Lark heard a scuffling whining sound in the back of the cooking quarters. Cony stepped to a slatted door, near the chimney, opened it, and let two gaunt black and brown hounds in. They came at once to Lark, noses twitching, great jaws slack, panting in the warmth. Like Mag, they stared at Lark, stared solemnly and with a foolish sullen wonder, and then one hound dropped bis big bulging head to his paws and began a long, remote thread of sound, a heaving, sighing, wavering moan that rose, trembled, broke, rose again, getting stronger, rolling in from all the walls of the room like the purring of a wildcat, a throttling, hurting, miserable howl. Lark dropped her wooden spoon and clapped her hands over her ears untrl the sound shivered and died at If Cony should beat him ... shuck-bottome- last. "Did Old Dog scare un, sweet" Cony broke off, glancing uneasily at "Old Dog don't like un's Mag. smell, Lark." Mag's eyes were fixed on Lark with clear hostility. "She be ill luck. Let her get on to Norfolk, I say. Put her out." Cony snapped his fingers and the two hounds huddled back Inhe corners of the hearth. "Us keep 'em chained at times," Cony said, "an, lets 'em free at others. . . . Old Dog he got whiff o' Gait about Lark, Mag. Old Dog never cared for Gait. She Joen't bad luck, Mag. The Car-go- e Riske'll pay dear for her." Mag came to Lark and fingered the stuff of her dress. "It's none so fine," she said briefly. "An' suppose us gits the Car-go- e Riske on our necks, an' no money for the wench?" "Matson, then," Cony whined. "Matson'd pay nice for a Cargoe Riske man's woman. Be un North's woman, Lark?" Mag and Cony talked quite as freely as if Lark had been deaf. Matson was clearly a man they obeyed and feared. Lark gathered that he had a rendezvous here, that he was due in from a sea trip at any time, that neither Mag nor Cony knew David North except by name and his connection with the Cargoe Riske Company. Mag, superstitious and plainly jealous of Cony, was in favor of starting Lark for Horntown, and not holding her for ransom. Old Dog was a sure-or, Mag held. But in the end, Cony over-rod- e her, Cony's argument and her own unconcealed greed. The next few days were filled with the very feel and pull of active, anxious waiting. Lark, doing the rough duties Mag and Cony gave her, had no idea what they expected to do with her. Both of them were busy, preoccupied, watching the sky-lin- e from time to time, smelling the wind, when it rose, like animals. "Stiu 'lin' for the Runnymeade," Cony explained to Lark, one clear morning, licking his finger, holding it up, snilllng it, then. "She's got a stink like a dead whale, sweetmeat." Never, in these six days, had Lark had a chance to talk to Gait, alone. She was half wild with anxiety for him, for Red Raskall out on the island, for herself. She wasn't sure Gait had been beaten that first night, but there was no hint about this surly, hangdog creature, of the quick, brave young man who had merged for a little time, from the Guinea-shel- l of Gait, that abort time he had spent with him on the isut sign-give- land. Lark couldn't run away. She was too carefully watched. And always there were the two great hounds, chained when Mag and Cony were at leisure, freed when they were busy with their chores. It was on this seventh day, September twelfth, according to her reckoning, that a sail was sighted. Immediately a feel of hurry and excitement caught the place. Cony took a cart and drove to market for fresh meat. Mag changed the filthy brown calico for a pink one, set Lark and Gait to sanding the tables, swabbing benches, watering the dusty earthen floor. It was then that Lark and Gait had a chance to talk, just a little scant words when Mag left the room. It was the Runnymeade, all right. Gait said, Matson and one of his filthy blackbirders. . . . Maybe, just barely maybe, he and Lark might get away during the confusion of the landing. . . . Red Raskall was safe. Gait had been to the If island twice to see to him. the yawl was left unchained he would contrive to let Lark know, and they could try again to get away, try to go for the horse, and sail on down the coast with him. d with . . . Gait had been worry over Lark's safety. He refused to answer when she asked about the lashing, but he was frantic to get her away before Matson saw her, he said as much. The Runny would weigh anchor about dusk, he thought. That would be better than broad day. He watched the sky. . . . Cony had gone out to meet her in a dory. Gait was to follow in the yawl. Mag was at the river point. ... half-craze- a&gf nisi w.N.y.stuvicc i toward the shore. The captain's boat, flag flying, was coming now. A slim and rather elegant-lookin- g man In a black cape stood in the stern, and when the adship's officers in the small-boa- t dressed him obsequiously as "Dr. Matson, sir," Lark peered at him with interested curiosity and uneasiness. A small-boa- t of gipsies, losing its course, careened across the path of the captain's boat and was heartily cursed. A gipsy man laughed impudently and bent his head over a fiddle, sending a scrap of melody across the water, tenuous, passionate. . . . And then Lark noticed the big gipsy with the oars, the black-haire- d gipsy behind the fiddler, the laughing gipsy with the Red Raskall handkerchief twisted about his throat, and she called once, "David!" She rushed from the shack, then, following the course of the boat, but the big gipsy gave her no look of recognition, and Lark knew that she mustn't call again, prayed that nobody had heard her call his name, a moment ago. Because it was David, and he must have made the trip with the gipsies in an effort to get the proof that he needed, of j i :. I I 1 -- ; s - f ' . i If i a" t. . ' ' v Vi J r sr z. Nsfc "y. is. Vi ... While Filipino residents of San Fabian cheer a passing American r t jeep, a small boy rings the ancient bell of the ruined municipal buildWith the departure of Gen. Douglas MacArthur from the Philippe ing. This building bad been con- theater of war, Lieut. Gen Jonathan M. Wainwright was left fa charje Matson's chicanery. verted Into a strongpolnt by the of troops in besieged Bataan. He had formerly commanded the First "See anybody you knowed, un and as a result was the target U. S. cavalry. His old unit led In the recapture of Manila. It is believed Lark?" Mag asked. "Did un call Japs of V. S. navy guns. that General Wainwright is a prisoner In Japan or Formosa. Photo out. Just now?" taken while General Wainwright was in the cavalry. "No," Lark said, conscious of Gait's reproachful back as he took the yawl back- on its last lap. "I was just thinking how beautiful they are, gipsies. That young girl and m III "1 imi.llllllH yiHUBIlllHimij) r boy there, with the old woman with the white hair. They are twins, aren't they?" Mag looked at Lark quietly for Then she said, "I long moment. don't know. I don't care, and neither does un, sweetmeat!" It was early the next morning before Lark got the chance for a word with Gait. The courtyard was de I serted, and he crossed cautiously from his hut to talk with her. His eyes were reproachful, she thought. "I'm sorry, Gait," she looked up at him. "I just couldn't keep from calling out when I saw David." --r-Cj , a "Be you sure it was North, dressed in them gipsy rags?" She nodded. "I couldn't be mistaken. It was David, right enough." "Did he see you? Did he give heed to your call?" Joseph Sutton of the U. S. navy Two sets of triplets enrolled in the kindergarten of the Gardenville "No," Lark admitted with reluc- looks comfortably tucked in, and is tance. "He didn't speak, but he snoring gently until train time. The school in St. Louis. Left to right, Mary Ann, Camille and Emelie Hehad good reason not to. I know sleep deck in a New York City de- rmann, and Donald, Betty and Carol Teuteberg. The Hcldmann triplets that. I should have waited for a pot is removed from the hubbub of were born December 13, 1939, and the Teuteberg children on January 1, sign from him before I called." travelers and trains so that the men 1940. Their teacher will have her troubles in telling them apart. "I would have spoke. Lark," Gait of the service can sleep undisturbed. said with quiet assurance. "I would have spoke you sure, had I been S. Majuro David North." Lark said, "You don't understand. Gait. David knows what's best." ii Depot Call Time - Teacher's Double Triple Trouble I I ! iJlWHILIIJ TTIi 1 i ? U. They Retook Manila Mag came bustling into the courtyard then and said, "Gait, I told un take the pony-beaand tumble-car- t and go haul the morning's catch of rock-fisup from the cove." Cony had been watching them. He was squatting at the far side of th? courtyard opening the morning's haul of oysters with his little cobby-knifLark thanked him and put them on. dumping the plump bodies a into bucket and tossing the dirty watching, waiting for the excitement of the landing. It was then that empty shells onto the huge mound Gait managed to get Lark unseen, which extended across the back of the court, walling it in, almost. into his shack. The remainder of the morning was eaHe was "Bide un here." alert, in a bustle and confusion of ger, now. "I'll cargo in a load and spent for the night's feast. preparation hole. un this window pick up from The only interruption was when the Bide now, quiet!" gipsy fiddler and the white-haire- d He gave her his little fetched lately from his treasure gipsy with her twin boy and girl cache and hidden here. "I lend it whom Lark had noted last night to un," he said, and Lark smiled and came down from the camp on the hill to ask if they could buy a supply said she would be careful. of fish for the noon-poColoring, he reached into his pockLark loved to question them about et and brought out the string of blue David but got no chance to do so. beads. "This be yourn," he said As took a small silver coin Mag hesitantly. "I give this to un to from the woman, bit it, and dropped you. I want you should have this. it into the leather pouch that hung Lark." at her side, bidding them fill their Lark thanked him and put them kettle from the load of rock-fis- h Gait on. He left the shack and soon the had brought in, Lark studied the Runout slid of The berth. her yawl group. ny was still, now. Lark could see As they scooped the shining fish the sailors hurrying about on her into their copper kettle, the fiddler reddish aged decks, could see the leaned against the wall of the anchors take water, hear the shouts inn. Inlazily a moment his languishing and excitement of coming to land. In fastened on Lark and he bethe dying light she could see the eyes to gan sing: casks and baskets lowered into the "Agur, Bettirl, into and waiting boats, Cony's Ongi ethorri, Gait's, and onto a great awkward Bizi ziradeya oraino? barge, poled by Negroes who had Bizi naiz eta bizi gogo Bai, come down the hill path from the Hartzekoak bil arteraino." structure among mysterious gray "I speak every language," the the higher trees. Wild Negro slaves. Lark could man boasted to Lark. "I am Ginko, see them, chained, herded off the a great musician and singer. I ship to the waiting small boats. . . . know the love songs of every nation Several boatloads of gipsies, chat- and of every tribe. In what speech would you have me sing for you, tering, gesticulating, arguing, swarmed over the ship's sides. The my little dove?" The gipsy woman spoke to her sailors, every color, every nationality, it seemed to Lark, looking children with great dignity: "Chal, through Gait's little glass now, were Dosta, it is enough. We will have s for the pirria." She nodfish over, hurryputting their ing the landing. It was a scene of ded like an empress to the inncolor, of contrast, of ouick living keeper and his wife. The boy and beauty, but with it was the stench of girl smiled with shy friendliness at filth and misery, the moans of the Lark and slung the filled kettle between them on a stout stave. Ginko, manacled slaves. Again and again the boats made with an exuggcrately low bow, blew the trip to shore and back. Each a kiss In Lark's direction and fell in time, Gait eased the yawl a little line behind them, fiddling as he went. Lark felt that if only she could folnearer the river shack, and Lark felt, now, this time, he'll beckon me low them for a little way along the wooded path she might be able to and we'll try to get awayits nearlead them into talk and perhaps have . . ly dark, nearly. The huge barge, poled by the some word of David. Why, perhaps four Negroes, came past the shack It had been for this very reason they where Lark waited. It was loaded had come to the inn. The sudden with gipsy wagons and & number thought came to her now at they were leaving. of their horses. It moved ponder(TO BE CONTINUED) ously, precariously and uncannily '4 st IjflJS I h JO Commissions King of L'- - . It (J v - f . 4 e, t s spy-glas- s, 1 t. sr i ill rr v " - - , j V t J ; W f- f - .. Brig. Gen. William C. Chase, above, commanding; a unit of the First cavalry, former unit of Lieut. Gen. Jonathan M. H'ainwright, was the first to enter Manila to liberate prisoners of war. Maj. Gen. Robert S. Beightler, below, led the 37th infantry into Manila. -- i' Ml i-- ( v t frJ , Upper left shows King Kitian, ruler of Majuro, wearing the insiff of office presented him by the U. S. military governorship. Upper rl W Queen Lijamer, shown with the tattooing on her neck which marks of royal blood. Lower, the queen strolls down the street of her villaf accompanied by U. S. army and navy officers. Gowns of the Gav 90s Rescue Wounded Over Deep Snow sea-sack- r- - v. i .; 'H J Mrs. II. II. VVorlh. seated, and Mrs, Walter L. Allen display gowns, at a founder's day program of the Parent-Teachassociation, which were worn at the first session ef the national council I 1S97. er t .... ,,,, y American soldiers fighting on the Western front found that coBT'J , wounded buddies over the "lstiBf terrain wat wat constructed by Sgt. Watdrea BIIm, foreground. 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