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Show February 1, Thursday. 1345- - REAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER, TREMONTON. UTAH Bulls Sold lar Fifty-Thousand-Dol- I ' ' "KV t ' " -- V y . v " , f Kisses for Beauty j I j ' , ! " J .J..v. '.W"W V , f j f M v xXtr J . j f n A J7? V f :i .': :i 0 s .; Page Seven mo ieaimaiu CLARK MCMEEKIN THE STORV THL'S FAR: Lark is faearlbrokrn when (he learns that her horse, Madoc, Is to be told. Iter father, Eeetor Shannon, had fli?d recently, leaving the place In debt. Bethel North, near neighbor to the Shannons, held a note against Rector Shannon, and the tale of the horse, the said, would clear the note. David North, Bethel's son, and Lark's chUdhood sweetheart, arrives in England and asks Lark if she would like to go to America at hit wife, but expresses no love for her. Lark boards the ship Tempora, expecting David to Join her, but just as they tail receives word that be had sailed the night before. Oa the way across a groom by the name of Busby askt Lark to tee a tick horte. Sha-no- n CHAPTER V ' ' it, ; t i" ' . ' I ! JkJ ; If f n. ,rW ton nriced bulls, $50,000 each, were sold at the National Stock show, Denver, Colo. Richard C. Riggs, Cantonsville, Md., (fesicrn T. T. Triumphant, 29th, the Hereford at left, is shown between buyer of valuable bulls. E. F. Fisher, auto magnate, purchased the farm in Michigan. ord shown on right for his Heref- the two Hi-Poi- nt Yanks Check Up on Jap Brig. Gen. Edgar E. Hume, commanding officer of the Fifth army's A.M.G., has a kiss for one of the little guests at a party given destitute children of Florence by the A.M.G. Some 700,000 lire was contributed by soldiers for the party. Other parties were also given by G.I.s. Pillbox Lessons on Diapers v : v 4$i ft 1 "M BMItLUJlOl "fi ...I. "' Cautiously, troopers check a Japanese pillbox facing the road to the town of Manao, on Luzon island in the Philippines. Little opposition was met with from the pillboxes or other Japanese fortifications captured by the Americans after their landing on Luzon. Navy big guns bad done their share in softening up landing areas. 'I Shall Return' Pledge Kept It i Diaper service operators, represented by George Garland, left, explain to Rep. Margaret Chase Smith (Maine), and Rep. Mary T. Norton (N. J.) , that present material for diapers is not suitable for needs. Not Going Anywhere PACIFIC OCEAN 9 (ST S .MAN!LA MARINDUl PALUAN --SuGA fMINDORO ? "VxV-- Ail f) - .fpA SUIU SEA MINDANAO Recently arrived from Europe at port of Boston, these German officers are being given back their Landings on Philippines, (1) at They are bebelongings. personal (3) Mindoro, (2) Marinduque, Leyte, " M) Luzon, most to prisoner permanent two years, eight ing assigned important of all the Islands. Just " and four United States in the f war are camps American of troops after the fall days Corregidor, lor the duration. " rtke the entire island. U. S. ; ' ' it e ; U.- - ' en tl,e rcscue hc,r Psls' rcady for nCW. P tand near lhe flam'" LST. Cargo, tanks, trucks. Jeeps tlA ,aI re now mass of Dames, but the Invasion fleet moves i Gfn. McArthnr,i men spread out to retake the rbilippim-- from Pinese invaders MUck ' Heads Dies' Group LST Afire in Philippines 11 ba ,u 1 s Rep. Edward J. Hart. new house Dem.) who voted against activicommittee on as chair, appointed been ties, has man of the new committee. "I've ridden a lot," Lark admitted, "I used to race my own horse, Madoc, at the county fairs when I was a child." "You've good hands." Jarrod glanced at them knowingly. "And I understand you've friendlied our Lancer here. What's your unprejudiced opinion about the mare?" He glanced anxiously at Penelope. "I think," Lark said with great conviction, "that she should be bled the men attempted to bandage his knees. He was hobbled, trussed up like a fowl In the market Lark thought, I can't bear it, I can't! It was as if she, herself, was pinioned, Why didn't they cut him loose? They She tried to tell must do that them so. She tried to speak, but she could not call out There was an iron band around her throat. A wave of black nausea passed over her, and she retched miserably. After a time her sight and her senses came back to her. She opened her eyes and peered beyond the horses into the further hold. There were men working there at the pumps. Her clearing vision picked out Clink Swalters' figure among them. The black oily water swirled about their waists and encroached faster than the feeble pumps could suck it up, much faster; terrifyingly, fantastically, faster. Clink Swalters was working with the strength of ten men, cool and in command of the situation. Like an untiring piston, his arms bent and straightened, bent and straightened again. The unerring and pre-- as soon as possible, if you hope to save her." "By the Great Horn Spoon, you're right," Jarrod said. "Lung fever it is, and no mistake, that's just what I've been trying to tell Busby." "Red Raskall, that's a good name for the old feller!" Jarrod chuckled. "Now run along, child. I don't want you around while this bleeding's done. It's a nasty business but as soon as Galphine comes we'll get it over with." Busby stepped forward eagerly and opened the wicket for Lark. "Best go take a Miss," he said respectfully. "You're pale as a banshee. It's close and smelly down here and the boat's beginning to roll a bit." After lunch Clelia, who had missed Lark at the meal, came down again to see about her. "My dear," she exclaimed, "you look really ill, you're positively green! I'm going to send the ship's doctor to take a look at you. Maybe he can give you some medicine that'll make you feel better." She pulled the blanket up about Lark's shoulders and hurried quickly away. Soon both the doctor and Clink Swalters came down and were most sympathetic. The doctor gave Lark a draft, and Clink suggested a bowl of cinnamon gruel, but Lark shook her head quite firmly and shuddered at the very thought. "If there's anything, anything at all, I can do to help, just send me word," Clink said with such sincerity that Lark was touched. For two days and a night the Tempora streaked ahead under full sail. By late afternoon of the third day land was in sight Over the Virginia coastal islands and the peninsula hung a curious saffron light Fog was banked up behind it and fingered through the golden veil. A strange uneasiness became apparent among those on board, and word went round that the glass had The air was fallen astonishingly. breathless and muggy. Toward evening a southeast wind sprang up and sang in the shrouding. A spatter of rain soon turned into a downpour and sent the passengers below deck. A cold supper was served in the saloon and after it the passengers gathered in worried and fearful little groups. From hour to anxious hour the tension grew, as the lashed furniture broke loose and careened terrifyingly back and forth. Lark forced herself to remain calm as she heard, above the rising storm, the thin little song of the boatswain's pipe, giving its ordered commands. Across the room Minnie was down on her knees, praying loudly. In one hand she clutched her embroidered motto and in the other a bulky carpet bag. Her hysterical girls clustered about her, weeping copiously. Only Clelia sat quietly reading her Bible. She smiled at Lark reassuringly. Why, they were already within sight of land. Almost, one might say, they had one foot on the islands. That was what the passengers of the Tempora kept repeating over and over to one another. Because Lark acknowledged to herself now the full extent of danger. The Tempora was sinking. It was a fact that could no longer be doubted. That weakened timber had not been able to hold against the mighty pushing pressure of the rams. However, for a moment, could any of them have thought it would, Lark wondered. She pressed on to the hold ladder. She peered down the opening and saw a great dark pool of water. Somebody had set a lantern on a packing case down there, and, for some miraculous reason, it had escaped the cascades of water that gushed through the torn planking of the hull. With clinging hands and cautious feet Lark climbed slowly down the ladder. Her feet found the uncertain safety of the floor at last. The water swirled about her knees but, for the moment, rose no higher. To one side of her was the cubby where Busby's and the Moor's hammocks were slung. These were swaying now like precarious bird's nests In tree. a wind-sweLancer was down now, his halter as tied fast to the manger-board- , SI f . - . M i T A Hi She opened her eyes and peered beyond the horses. else rhythm hypnotized Lark's unblinking stare. It was only when Big Dan straightened up and said, "My blasted pump's broke. She don't push out no water at all," that the spell was broken. All hope was finally gone. They cut the horses loose now, so that they would have their one chance in a thousand, and not be drowned sack. like kittens in a tight-tie- d Lancer was free at last, Lancer that big Red Raskall, who, in this hour of his almost certain death, was strong and beautiful and wild, urgent and quick with the wish for life. The men tried to coax him towards the ramp but he shook them off, refusing its sharp incline, whirling dangerously in the narrow space. The gray Dawes horse, Thunder Boy, took the ramp in a powerful scramble and plunged ahead into the raging sea. Lark heard a piercing scream then, as the delicate mare, Penelope, shattered her knees in a crashing fall, heard the dull blow of the ax that, mercifully, ended her agony. Captain Walesby was very calm, a desperately calm and agonized man. "This way," he said, "slowly now. No pushing, please." He spoke to them as if they were chil-dresmall, stupid, deaf children. "Lark!" That was Clelia's shrill voice. Lark, here!" Lark edged over to stand beside Clelia in the line. They took hold of one another's hands and gripped tightly. That moment of companionship, that human touch was a little beacon to light the great loneliness that lay ahead. Busby pushed the two girls ahead of him into the readying life-bothat was swung now on a level with the deck. Clink Swalters thrust a heavy oar into Busby's hand and lifted him bodily into the boat The Moroccan groom beside him dived into the open sea. There was not nearly enough room In the three boats for all, but Captain Walesby was giving the passengers precedence over the crew, which stood waiting in sullen silence beside him. The boat the two girls were in swarmed with people. It was heavLark thought, I'm ily over-loadegoing to die. It doesn't matter much. There Isn't any use of my adding extra weight. She tried to get out, but the davits whined querulously as, the captain having given the signal, the rowboat swung free of the pulley and began its perilous de- I j T fa w.N.g.SR.vicC as the wave he'd its pinnacle above the frail craft for one awful frozen second before it plummeted like an avalanche on the tiny speck of the which was sucked under in its gargantuan gasp. Presently Lark found a thin thread of breath in her body. The walls of her chest were like iron bands, busting, one by one, as she gulped ravenously for air. After a while she reached out for help. But there was no help. The boat was gone. Clelia was gone. Evlife-bo- erybody was gone. The glare of the distress rockets flared and died. Lark's hope receded. For a time she battled against the raging anger of the sea. Then something washed against her. Something hard and slick and buoyant. A spar. Her hands took hold of it Realized it Clutched it and held on for dear life. She woke to feel solid earth under her body.- - The swing and sway of the sea no longer hammocked her. Her eyes opened, turned first towards the stretch of breaking waves on the shingled shore, and then swung towards the beach that lay under her, the clumps of marsh grass, the rocks beyond, the rising hillocks topped by trees. Trees, land, life! Lark closed her eyes again and let the blessedness of sleep wash out the pain of death. Slowly, inch by inch, she edged her frozen, aching body up the shelving slope. The sand was warmdeer here, warm as a bake-ovelicious! She managed to scrape out a shallow nest. She peeled her wet clothes off, garment by garment, and spread them to dry. She stretched, aisd let the hot, bright sun caress her back, her arms, the length and curve of her legs. Sue burrowed down deep into the sand. It was a sound that woke her, a sound when the sun stood high at noon; a most curious sound, not But she very far off from her. could see nothing. Nothing but the miles of waste sand and scrub with occasional fingers of tall marsh grass reaching down here and there like pointers to the sea. Now a shrill unearthly scream broke the silence, and Lark hung back for a moment, terrified and trembling. In an instant fresh courage came to her and she plunged forward, stumbling over the shells and 'driftwood which littered the She topped the rise and beach. peered beyond her. She could see what it was at last. A horse, a red horse stained almost black by the sea, flecked and ringed with white ruffles where the sweat and salt had dried on him. Lancer, the Red Raskall, why it was he! It surely was. He was caught in the quicksand and the tow of the outgoing tide! He was sunk above his fetlocks, above his knees, to his belly almost His eyes were wild and terror-strickehis head flung up in an agony of frustration as, with every convulsive movement, he sank lower and lower. Lark tried the wet sand under her feet It was firm and safe here. Step by anxious step she crept out to him, calling his name softly, holding out her hand lovingly, trying, slowly and cautiously, to creep near enough to catch the dangling halter rope. Then it was that she remembered the spar on which she herself had floated to land. With the last strength in her body, she found it and man-ageto drag it to the horse, to force it in the small space left under his heaving, exhausting body, and to steady it, as, with almost human intelligence, he seemed to understand its possible help, and, after a moment of stillness, made a last tremendous thrust, feeling the mod mentary purchase under him, mak- ing use of it and jerking himself free. With a rush and a scramble, he found a footing on the pebbly shelving shore and staggered toward safety, standing there, trembling and panting, with Lark's arm flung l around his neck, her sobbing face buried in his mane. He knew the sound of her voice, the passionate tenderness of the words she spoke to him. He turned his head and nuzzled her shoulder, whinnying softly, seeming to And comfort in her familiar presence. After a time, the horse raised his bead and neighed challenglngly. Ha had evidently heard some sound that was too far off, too high and keen for the girl's ears. There was a long moment of silence. Then there came an answer. She stood startled, listening with every strained nerve in her body. It came from the beach. Her eyes sharpened in that direction. Ponies! Why they were ponies. In another minute they had reached the shallow water and found a footing in the sand, were coming up the slope, directly towards her. They didn't see her. They were coming towards Red Raskall. approaching him with joy and welcome. Their whinnying filled the air and made a confusion of shrill and eerie sound. Lark's fright melted from her at their approach. These were like friends greeting her, these tiny shaggy beasts, scarcely any bigger than scent. dogs. The largest were only waist After a long moment it settled high, the colts barely above her like a wounded gull in a valley be- knees. Why she could pick one up tween two mountainous waves. It in her arms and cuddle it like a Iambi rested there for a moment. All new-bor- n were suspended (TO BE CONTINUED) life, all heart-beatn, s |