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Show LEHI FREE PRESS. LEHI, UTAH THREE junior sizes. A frock, with 5, Lasque bodice, and a very wide skating sil-j are tailored r j yoke that fits ; thing for daytimes. h g;.ngham or rows of ric- '. K. r.e- - lit"- - " s HUTTERID HOUSES :, :...'-.- By BEN AMES WILLIAMS out-jM.m- er v Of Mercerized String, Using But One Square per-w.t- 1 trim J val design for a 155: Ar. ; : ck:!"t - ; t .n. s'rt,: S'S The plain ped by a nar-:.e- J at the side. DrjviP:' Vi'U!:.' girl. HiKM uays. im iiMU i uods as M... ii: (! !:.,. , , .; V v. h.-- I! J.:-- h:s , l.f I lies tni' t draft. "That does said with a faint run, baby. Kiss I'll be asleep in a ti e M.e :. made her lie over. She opened '.vn.dow a crack. d Kitty was tint a fresh-ai- r addict. June looked at her and saw that she was The girl already half asleep. turned oil the light and slipped covered her, her Lea-foi- . ' r j" K .t ". m;i.u!f " Jane kissed ., ... or::v t,, i n:.- - - ! strn',; go. v .' :r. a I'ncle T'n- - e :: dr:,.:.ed er.:r.acf. Hi:!. !.. ., 'ici! t livcrj ..'111 bv.-!.,:; K. I ..: :,j ,. K.i'-- o I , She : '.i-t- fn:v .i . e "These r.e urged. do make liUii-.e- ,. :. Hi- friend-- . It:- atj'iut h - . f.if t.j3 .:.( ; u are harm-i- , "Practi- ' 4 me sleep." b..e feverishly. "Twice tr:s rnur.y wjMn't really hurt me, ' Jur.e, I'. r eyes were haggard. "Ar.d I cu:, ': If I don't r.,.lp it. .. .. .1 with a lif.'i'iact.r. away. CIIAI'II K II Continued Hi.b set tic p;ni ,,f rnsJk on the bedside table lie s.,.d: Tve been telling June she ouht to get out of this niausole nn once in a while. Kitty, why dun't you let me snow her around'.' Why don't we three go on a party some niht? I'll get theater-ticketand we'll have dins, ner in town." At the head of the stairs she paused long enough to be sure the others were leaving. She heard someone slide the bolt on the front duor, heard Uncle Justus say: "I've fastened it, Denman." Then murmuring voices toward the kitchen. They all went out that way; and after a moment Grandpa and Grandma Hurder returned to go into their own room, on the said without turning her head: "Good night, Rub. I'm dead tired. June's all right. I'll take care of her." "Think it over," Rab urged. "Everyone here is old, except June and me and you. And maybe Asa. And we're all old compared with June." Kitty swung around. "Don't worry, Rab," she said, a slow passion in her tones. "I'm going to get June out of this. She sha'n't live as I've lived. Good night." Rab made an amused grimace at June and went away. June came behind her mother's chair. "Let me brush it," she offered softly. "Is your head bad?" "I've got to sleep tonight," Kitty Leaford whispered. "Or go mad! This is one of my bad days. Warm the milk for me." June took the milk into the bathroom, lighted the gas on the small burner there and stirred the milk so that it should not burn. By the time it was lukewarm, Kitty Leafnrd was in bed. June poured the milk into a glass, and brought it to her mother's bedside. The glass was not quite air-curre- nt Kitty is cut on basic shirt- iithnes, with a plain front paniit fullness, round collar. Gay it " ILlLllllllit, DWiir r PiriiiS K h blouse For this, choose lin- dotted swiss or flat hrv touch. gingham, ratierns. The 1747 is So. t'l3, 15, ;es ih designed for sizes Size and 19. yards of 17 hl for the h ensemble; 10 13 re- mate- - yards of brae. b. is designed 38, 40 and 42. 1527 No. 36, for sizes 32, Size 34 ret- ires 5 yards of hoards of material; pleating or ruffling. Summer Pattern Book. fed cents for the Barbara iii Spring and Summer Pattern alt, which is now ready. Make and bring 15 attractive, practical and clothes, selecting de- tpsfrom the Barbara Bell well-iaerself scming d, easy-to-mak- patterns, e order to The Sewing Pattern Dept., 149 New aitgomery Ave., San Francisco, Calif. Patterns 15 cents (in coins) fed your :cle full. "I can feel thunder in the air," lea said Kitty Leaford, and shuddered. She had prepared for the night, as hental she always did, with an elaborate care. June knew the ritual: mashuU Bear Fruit in waving-ironunguents sage her hairgloves saturated with an emollient to keep soft her hands. after examina-Jof the pupils in her class by Kitty Leaford still served a beauty school nurse, wrote the follow- that had vanished long ago. note to the "I'll come in to you if it storms," parents of a cer- little boy June promised. "Your boy Charles "Bring me a tablet," the older shows signs directed. woman Will you please astigmatism. June hesitated. "Won't you be :vestigate and take steDS to cor- st it?" able to sleep without, Mother? With Thf just the milk?" she pleaded. next morninf slip rprpived Kitty said petulantly: "Don't ar'laboriously written reply from with me tonight, June. I'm not Et boy's father, which read as gue fit to bear it. They're in the bathHows: room cabinet!" "I don't exactly understand June went back into the bath'aat Charlie has done, but I have room. She rinsed the pan under sloped him tonieht and vou can the faucet, delaying, trying to find p him tomorrow. That ought some argument. She noticed that uelp," the milky water was slow to drain out of the basin. The trap must have become plugged. "Hurry, Her mother called: I0STYOUR Lea-ford- 's Then the electric light faded and died. ground floor, in the east wing. Her mother's room and her own were in the west wing, over the big sitting-roo- s A r, a e ? : Cum?.?1"9 ' PEP? Amazing Relief for k IrvnnthlnValllATatl HjH Yy iWUKHUWCUll ct alike, lust try thU CEiVll'li a- - mJ all vegotabl laiatlv ,JII"13 "Pells, tired lodlDg whea "JBMWth constipation. "ittlDIlt RicU t' a Mc box of NR from your "! ",sl tlion (lruRclat. Make the test M' r'',um th0 box to us. We will 5nd th8 ' " inuicts toaay. " CARRY QUICK RELIEF FOR ACID INDIGESTION pake's NEWEST HOTEL 'EMPLE 2jPile WOI1LY -- SQUARE Mormon Temple RECOMMENDED I of distinction x1"""" to itop "osreiry deep uneasiness possessed June. full of a vague foreboding. CHAPTER III June undressed slowly, listlessly. was nothing in life as she knew it which could provoke her to eagerness. Her movements were There s thunder-shower- tab-et- s ERVpct. A When her own door was closed and she was alone, she stood still, even her eyes unmoving. It might be, she thought, the sullen electric air which made her thus restless and automatic, her thoughts went round and round a familiar circle. This was her world. These folk who had been here tonight, and Uncle Jim, who lived in the hut by the pond. She thought of him now with a faint smile. There was sound mirth in him. He used to laugh at these people here; contrived nicknames for them all to make June June!" smile. Grandma Bowdon was the Iron Hand, Aunt Evie the Velvet The girl opened the cabinet and Glove. Grandma and Grandpa Hurbottook out a familiar bottle. The der were the Conquered Provinces. tle had no label. She removed the He never sought to make June cork and let one tablet roll into her laugh at her mother, sne rememdown on palm. She set the bottlewas about bered now. Once or twice she had the edge of the basin and tried to persuade Kitty Leaford to to replace the cork when Kitty Leago with her to meet Uncle Jim. ford called: "You'd like him, Mother," she had I "June, I'll take two tonight. urged. "I know you would." want to go to sleep quickly, sleep But her mother would never go. sound." The girl went mechanically about June made an unhappy gesture, the business of preparing for the and her hand touched the uncorked night. Her eyes drifted around the ugly room. She bottle. It fell into the basin, spillit hastily. her hair and brushed it slowrescued She loosed tablets. ing the in water a little a while, watching her reflecstill was for ly There were tablets the mirror above the marble tion in basin, and the spilled There were slab. The house long since was still. already in the bottle. When at last she turned out her only three remaining one of the tall June stood in some consternation, own light and opened Aunt Evie's house saw she called: windows, mother and her and silent too. "What was that? June, did you next door was dark she saw, far off, a flicker in Also them?" spill June the sky; she even heard the rumble "I tipped over the bottle, tvvo Yet the storm might of thunder. or one confessed. "I spilled this come way, or if it did. her not he careful, sake, "For heaven's She got not waken. "Docmiqht mother Kitty Leaford cried fretfully. without bed and lay the into big tor Cablcr always over her, for he covering than any faster drawing me when they gn two. the night was hot. and the air was thinks they should. Bring me out ot lifeless and still. The old house tablet more one June took all around her; mice scurin creaked two had the bottle, so that she walls. in the ried She her hand, while two remained have slept at last, and must went She and its place time. It was put the bottle in room. indeterminate for on said She back into the other woke her, a which wind of wouldn t take a gust in the tempo of "Mother, I wish you quickening sudden what them both. You remember the night. Then lightning etched a time? happened that other net of flame across the sky, and the he I took three that time thunderstroke burst in her crashing wont hu.t mother retorted. "Two cars. June was not afraid of sick!" awfully were "You but her mother, despite LeaK. had taken, might have "I must get to nleep." ttyhe she the drug decided to go in and ford insisted. She picked up June waked; ami Plm the older woman from her daughter'swarm knew She see. mil in the them were she awake, cower- if dropped to g.ve them would be, She waited a moment cross-examine- ing now, and crying out as though from an actual physical pain. The girl got out of bed and crossed the hall to her mother's door. Without opening the door, she listened, but she heard no sound from within. Yet still June hesitated, uncertain, uneasy for no reason. In the end she opened the door and spoke softly into the darkness. "Mother, are you all right?" But there was no reply, and June was reassured. She was about to return to her own room, when lightning flashed again, close by, and the glare of it was bright in the window by Kitty Leaford's bed. So June saw her mother for this instant, clearly. And when the lightning passed, the girl stood still, her eyes dilated. There had been something alarming in her mother's posture, in the way she lay along the bed. With an abrupt movement June turned on the light. An coming from the open window in her own room blew her door shut with a reverberating crash; and she leaped with dismay at the sudden sound. But her mother had not roused did not move as June bent over the bed. Mrs. Leaford lay on her side, her head pillowed on her left arm; her right arm limp along the coverlets. June had seen her in a drugged sleep before, and there was nothing patently alarming in her appearance now. But though her mother lay on her side, her head was turned so that her face was upward. The posture looked uncomfortable; and June very gently tried to move her mother's head to the left so that it might be at ease. But when June touched Kitty cheek smeared with unguents, her heart turned cold. June caught her mother's shoulders. She shook them; she cried: "Mother! Mother!" But Kitty Leaford made no response. June might as well have shaken a bolster loosely stuffed with sand. The girl backed away from the bed, her hands pressed to her lips. She turned and ran down the stairs to the telephone in the hall. The instrument was dead. She snapped on the hall light an elec tric bulb hanging by one wire in the midst of the gas chandelier and in that naked illumination she tried the telephone again, without response. Terror was clamoring in her; she tried to fight it down, to think what she should do. Grandpa and Grandma Hurder were asleep at the end of the hall, but she knew there was no help in them. Even if there were help anywhere. Then the electric light faded and died, and June stood in the dark hall like a tomb. She was stifled by the blackness; she gasped for breath; and the front door blew open, banging against the wall, and the girl choked back a scream. She was swept by desperate and nameless terror; a gust of rain came sweeping in, and June ran blindly to meet it, out through the door, into the full beat of the rain. The touch of it was sweet and cool. Then she remembered that the front door was always locked and bolted. Uncle Justus had bolted it tonight. Why had it opened of itself? Blind panic possessed her utterly; yet she clung to one thought: she must fetch Doctor Cabler. She might have roused Rab or Asa, asleep next door. Rab had even s; a car. But she took no time to think of these things. She was already racing across the lawn; she found the gate in the hedge, and felt the smooth hard macadam under her feet, and ran swiftly. Occasionally lightning flashes illumined her way, kept her in the road. She had gone halfway to Doctor Cabler's house when a car came down the hill behind her. She tried to run faster, to escape this pursuer; but this was vain, and she turned off the road, and fell, and scrambled to her feet and stood like a wild creature brought to bay. The car stopped beside her, and someone asked a question. She stammered something, for this was a man's voice, and June was not habituated to encounter strange men. But instantly, while he used some persuasion, she found herself in the seat beside him. He offered her his coat, but she refused it. Then this young man beside her turned out the dash-ligso that darkness drew a protective garment over her, and she was warm with gratitude to him. She said: "Thank you " She watched him covertly, controlling her breath. He asked some question, suggesting that she was afraid, and she told him that she was not afraid. Yet her knees were trembling and her fingers pressed her palms. He spoke again, but she did not hear him. She watched the road, and at the beginning of the path through the wood to Doctor Cabler's house, she bade this young man stop the car. He did so, and she alighted, and ran away along the path. But hidden in the wood, she stopped to look back; and she stayed there till he drove on, watching the headlights of his car till their gleam was lost behind a screen of trees. ht When he was gone, she stood like one bereft, as though with him a part of herself had departed too. But then, in the darkness and the rain, terror returned to spur her on. She ran up the path and so came pounding on the Doctor's door. At length a flashlight's beam came down the stairs; she could see it through the panel of the door. It struck her in the eyes through the glass; and at the same time the The light was in her eyes, and Doctor Cabler exclaimed: "June! God bless me!" She whispered: "Come quick, Doctor Cabler!" "Come in, June," he commanded, and led her into the hall and shut the door. "You're drenched. 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Every stage of human history is the outworking of the same destiny; and it is in fulfilling ours, and entering well into the struggle for life as arranged for us, that we do our part toward perpetuating the moral life of humanity. We are descendants, and somebody is responsible for us. We are progenitors, and we are responsible for somebody. Even though the admission convicted her of folly, convicted her of having lost her wits, of having run without the slightest occasion half a mile through drenching rain, yet she had no doubt that what she said was true. Kitty Leaford was dead. Of this, now, June was sure. (TO BE COMIMED) Hut in Which Romulus and Remus Were Still Standing Suckled by $ WU0TES Smnnrl Frarurn ESSENTIAL LIBERTY that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safesafety deserve neither liberty ty." Benjamin Franklin. ''TpIIEY nr NERVOUS? "Dead?" "Yes," said June, in an empty tone. constantly speaking "struggle for life," and calling life "a battle"; but we do not see that our very existence, and the fact that we have a battle to fight, are due to the struggles it?" "Oh, hurry, hurry!" she cried. "It's Mother. She's dead!" The word on her own lips struck her like a blow. She had not till this moment shaped this word even in her thoughts. "Oh, hurry," she repeated; and thought in a dispassionate apathy that the injunction If her mother was was absurd. dead, there could be no reason for haste. This had not occurred to her before. "Eh?" the Doctor exclaimed. 6307 Do you (eel so nervous you want to serein)? Are you cross and irritable? Do yon scold those dearest to you? K your nerves are on edge and yon feet you need a good genera! system tonic, try Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, made especially for women. For over 60 years one woman has told another hqw to go "smiling thru" with reliable Pinkham's Compound. 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