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Show THE LEHI SUN. LEUI, UTAH $J By XEBA LAEIMOEE " I 1 e Maeraa-Bmlth Company . . . ' I- v' V IPNXJ rrlet SYNOPSIS Co bar eighteenth birthday, Barbara, S'fVWWUw daughter of innsiopoer inoroe, o'VlwaaJe but Unpractical artist, awakes to a li pkasuraWe anticipatioa ol tb. toyi oi the r CHAPTER I Continued 2 "Would you have minded If I ijmdn'tr he said gravely. i couldn't have borne It," she iwViBwered. ' JJJTJ "Shut your eyes and give me your '4 si BartKira screwed her eyes togeth pcsf' 0DJ heI1 out her 8raa11 rlghl 3TjiancL She knew the present was a JwvJiiig t afore he said she might look. f s lovely ring I It was made id gold and from a tiny the center hung a small t which made a tinkling henever she moved her Q I "Brow I" She lifted her face, tun Bushed aad starry-eyed, framed Id flowing tendrils of sof brown Tialr. -A smile that was close to tears wf iraiibied across her lips. '"Bruce 1" mii -fee marveled. "It Just exactly i. Fkm intone, in-tone, J "It should," he said. "It was made cs'r you. The heart Is to match L-a ltey were silent for an Interval. " 7fii wind .n the willows was a song '-t as hnppy and sad. Barbara fhthoa.oJ her nand and heard tne g of the heart. She wanted p tlianfcv him. She couldn't find ""'' She looked down at the ISSti' ''rJ(e saw the droP of .the curly iailiir!"'3 vvtat was sne thinking? Did uiiunuV. r s mean more to her than :',ln t'ift? A low little laugh broke the spell 1 sunlight and shadow and the wil- rjwsV sad sweet song. Barbara rKIZLised her head. Her face sparkled !fi mischief. iraeifJirCratjous!" she cried. , "We're l' on t0P of Great-aunt Jo-wajiiK!i-'es gravel" da imbs'. . :f . rauwnuiir. Interna CHAPTER II in Mia .in Lib. 'gwatirisE car, a roadster with bat-tt"a bat-tt"a ' tered fenders and one blind stfe'l",:i-,'t,rattled alongl threatening evury Jounce to shake Itself Into ' "table?" Bruce asked, above of the engine. ! Gilded. Bruce was looking, at the small excited per-iH'.-B shoulder brushed his '. ien ,he was . alone he u be knew her by heart, the r ! air waved back from her 'i:d, her tilted nose, the dimple Order; ebtlC 1 wl ltlBIft , nftatw. ' .. Haick i t, Jilt ft -uke..; when she smiled. And j a vail, ft.'.-'i time he saw her again, oundiie m s fresh surprise.- Darling I are th t at Lovely child 1 . . . F? lft the town behind. Bruce irucck''6 ,hrt car the gas. Barbara tp-j c 'ravel at top speed over (ftai - i ..X. . m - . xu or roaa. uood Loral waddling thing a goose I 1 ' f,r swerved with a sudden v'-J stopped on the brink of a till US' r Alone in a World of C.nd and Sunshine. Earbara tumbled against -' felt her hair, silky and '.ing across his cheek. . . . e hit Itr she asked ''y. :- think so." He found it to keep his mind on the y iixikprt honV n-i. flvlfes thai 1 "Nm- )LLNE the i"t ' ' v foo5 sayj:2' JLcr-, , - mi' ' - t tb. side of the road glared a-n'I "J' scolIed shrilly, smoothed lt&T feathers. cr rattled on down the WI.., 8 ,roa1 Barbara chattered w'-ered wonders along t C Jv Bnice was silent, lost In LcXat onl1 he have said, he ca,. red, If be had put the ring p. .uw nana7 He had want bat be had beeo afraid. She TOMTIff in )i W h the ribbon aronnd her hair. Did she understand that be loved her, as a man loves a woman, wom-an, that be wanted to share the ad venture of her life? There were times when she seemed grown up. But this morning, under the- willows, wil-lows, except for a moment, her eyes had been younger than Gay's. 'Better 'Bet-ter wait But suppose be should lose her. Some one would always be falling In love with Barbara. He was leaving tomorrow. . Barbara, silent now, watched the trees running" pasi. What was Bruce thinking? He was so quiet, looking straight ahead. Was be, too, feeling sad. In spite of being so happy? He seemed to have forgotten for-gotten her. She had only Imagined that, under the willows, he had looked at her in a different sort of way. She felt, all at once, very small and lost and forlorn. But the feeling vanished when they scrambled down the steep drop of slipping sand to the beach. She couldn't feel forlorn. It was such a beautiful day. - They raced down the wide white beach. They played with a : beach ball and invented a brand new game. It was fun to shout and sing and make a lot of noise. There was no one to hear them. They were alone in a world of sand and sunshine, sun-shine, a blue and golden world, sunshine sun-shine and ocean and sky. They opened the basket of lunch and gobbled like greedy children. Everything tasted so good. And there was a surprise In the bottom of the basket maple candy stuffed with hickory nuts. Martha had bothered to make It Wasn't Martha a dear? ' When they couldn't hold another crumb, they stretched out on the blankets. Bruce lit a cigarette and blew smoke rings, one inside the other. Barbara admired them. She admired Bruce. He was so good looking, bis golden -brown tan, his eyes tha't were as deeply blue as the sky on a frosty night It was fun to be with him, lying there, drowsy and warm, washed with waves of sunlight Bruce propped himself on his elbow el-bow to see her more distinctly. She lay, curled like a kitten, her eyes half closed, her head pillowed on her arm. Tenderness swelled In his heart "Babble," he said gently. "Hmm?" "Babble . , . I'm leaving tomorrow." tomor-row." The humming ceased. Her brown eyes opened wide, - "Leaving, Bruce?" "Going back to New York." Barbara turned her head. She didn't want Bruce to see her face. She knew she was going to cry. It was strange, she thought that she should want to cry about Bruce. Last year and the year before he was just one of the young artists who came. In the summer, to I'rov-Incetown I'rov-Incetown and were always stopping in at the bouse to talk to Father and look at his paintings and drink his wild-cherry wine. Only Bruce J was nicer loosing than any of the others, more friendly and amusing. Father liked him especially. The children liked him, too. And she had liked him the way she liked old Ramon the shoemaker and Manuel Man-uel who took her sailing and all of her Provlncetown friends. ... "Babbie 1 Look at me. Bab bie. . H She couldn't look at him then. She looked, instead, at a puffy cloud sailing across the sky. This summer sum-mer It had been different From the very first she decided, It was the way Bruce had looked at her the day he came back to Provlncetown that June. "You're growing up. Babble," Bruce had said and somehow some-how the look In bis smiling blue eyes hdd made her feel happy and shy. ..." "Babbie, dear ..." His voice sounded sorry about something. Maybe Bruce had guessed and was sorry because she loved him so much. Her heart turned over with the surprise of a discovery. Why, she loved Bruce, not as she loved Father and the children, but In another way. the way Mother had loved Father. That was why it had been different this summer. That was why she want ed to cry, sometimes, and was always al-ways Imagining things. Bruce had guessed. He was sorry because she loved him so much. . . . "Babbie." he said again. Tm leaving tomorrow. I'm going back to New York." - She felt so miserable she wanted to die. But Bnice mustn't be sorry for her. She swallowed past a sud den lump In her throat and made her voice sound gay. "Well." she said, not looking at him. "1 hope youll have a nice trip." Bruce beard her voice, gay and lilting and unconcerned A shadow slipped across his face. He couldn't see that her lashes were wet with tears. The iiky had clouded over. The wind was rising. . "It's going to storm," Bruce said. "We'd better turn back." "Where did It come from?" Barbara Bar-bara asked. "It's been a beautiful day.". "There, was a red sky this morn Ing." They "had turned and were walking rapidly. The wind rose higher, blowing the sand, frothing the waves with white-caps. Red sky at morning . Sailors take warning, Barbara sang, exhilarated by the wind. "That isn't good poetry, ts It Bruce?" "Better save your breath," he advised. ad-vised. He took her hand and they tried to run. The wind pushed them back. The blowing sand stung their eyea The waves made a crashing sound, pounding against the shore. "Bruce I" Barbara cried, clinging fast to his hand. "1 can't move I I can't keep my feet on the ground I" "Try," be shouted, bending his head so she could hear. "If we can make that shack " They had noticed It as they walked np the beach, a shack made of planks and branches crazlly nailed together, set In a sheltered curve of the sand bank. Children bad built It they thought They had smiled at It as they walked up the beach. Now it seemed a safe baven, a refuge from the storm. They made It after a struggle, dropped, breathless breath-less and panting, on the sand beneath be-neath the - flimsy roof of pine branches. It was a refuge of sorts, In the sheltered curve of the sand bank they were protected from the fury of the wind. They waited for the rain. "No rain 2" Barbara asked; after an Interval. - , "It's a wind storm," Bruce answered. an-swered. "Are you coid?"-"Sort coid?"-"Sort of." "Wish we had the blankets. Come here. There 1 That's better, isn't It?" It was lovely, she thought, to have Bruce hold her close," to feel through the soft flannel shirt the comforting warmth of his body. The wind shook the flimsy roof. "It's like the storm Manuel tells about" Barbara's voice was tinged with awe. "You remember, Bruce when seventeen men were drowned. That storm came on a beautiful day." Thinking of Manuel's story made her suddenly afraid. W7hy? She didn't know. It was like something seen through a fog, a dim white ghost of fear. She shivered and pressed closer to Bruce. "Frightened?" he asked, conscious of the shiver. She nodded, seeing it still, the dim white ghost of fear. "Why?" "I don't know. Sing to me, Bruce." "I'll tell you a 6tory Instead." "That will be nice." She nestled against him, sighed. "A happy story, please." Child, Bruce thought, feeling still the hurt of her unconcerned. "1 hope you'll have a nice trip." He saw her fingers curling around his hand and all other emotions were lost in tenderness. She was a frightened child, clinging to him, wanting to be comforted. . . . "Once upon a time," he began, bis lips close to her ear, "thefe was a gypsy boy who loved very dearly a little gypsy girl. Her face was the shape of a heart The boy thought It was a beautiful face. He saw It everywhere, In the clouds. In the forest pools, in the flames of the gypsy fire. ..." Barbara, listening, almost held her breath. Was It only a story? She forgot the storm, forgot to be frightened. Was Bruce talking to her? "They played in the woodland together," to-gether," he continued, "the gypsy boy and the gypsy girl whose face was the shape of a heart The boy didn't dare to tell her he loved her, because she was a little girl, no higher than his heart and he wasn't sure that she knew abou being In love. ..." Barbara's heart beat fast A ring of twisted gold I She pressed It against her cheek. "The boy ba.d a silver flute," Bruce continued. "He played It only for her. At night when the moon was shining he played for her on his sliver flute. The flute knew only one song '1 love you, little gypsy girl with the roses In your hair.' He hoped she would under stand the song of the silver flute. Be hoped she would love him. too. . . ." She beard It singing In her heart, the song of the silver flute. It wa amazing but it was true. Barbara lifted her bead, saw the expression In Bruce's eyes, saw , and understood. under-stood. The smile that was close to tears touched her lips again. "She understands." he said softly 'She knows about being In love." The storm bad blown Itself out The wind was quiet now. and sun set colors, deepening Into night streaked the sky In the west The storm was no longer a menace. "Happy?' Bruce asked, above the noise of the engine. "Mmml" Barbara nestled closer Into the curve of his arm. It wasn't all being happy, she thought She felt different older, quite grown up. It didn't seem possible that only this morning she had been perfectly happy because It was her birthday and there were going to be presents and a party. "Bruce," she said, thinking aloud. "Hmmr "I'll never be perfectly happy again." "Why not?" he asked, surprised and a little hurt "Because," she gravely explained, "I'll always be thinking about all the taxis that could run over you, and germs and bombs and things." "Darling I" The anxiety In her voice amused and touched him. "Go with me tomorrow," he said softly. "Don't let's wait" "I couldn't, Bruce," she said firmly, although her heart beat faster at the thought "If we put "Father's Drowned I" in a beater, I'll have to be here because be-cause anybody could cheat Father. And I'll have to see Miss Abbie about making some dresses for Gay, and Jamie ought to have his tonsils ton-sils out and" . "Fall house cleaning. I suppose,' he teased. "Don't fease, Bruce." Her hand on his arm asked him to understand. under-stand. "You know how Father Is. He's a darling, but he Just doesn't know about dresses and tonsils and things. I H Her ' voice trembled. "I don't know how they'll manage' Bruce heard a stifled sob. His arm tightened around her. "They'll manage," he said. "Martha "Mar-tha Is efficient And you'll he here in the summer. Perhaps In a year or two we can give up the Job in New York. ... At Christmas, Bab bie" his lips were against her hair "If you won't go with me tomorrow?" tomor-row?" "Yes," she promised gravely. "If Father don't mind." "Darling! 1 love you so much." There were lights In the gray shingled house. Together they unlatched un-latched the gate and walked up the path to the steps. "What will your father say?" Bruce asked, holding tight to her band. "Father loved Mother very much,' she answered softly. "I think he will understand." She stood on the lowest step and the light from the fanlight fell on her , curly brown hair. Bruce saw. in the deepening dusk, her shining dark eyes, the grave little smile thai curved her soft red Hps. "Babble," he asked, "do you hear It now the soug of the silver fluter "I'll always hear it" she said. "Always?" "Forever and ever." "Darling, darling! I love you so much." The front door opened and Kit stood In the rectangle of light "Is that you, Babs?" His voice sounded strained and hoarse. What ts It?" she asked, her heart thumping wildly with fright " "I we Kit paused and gulped. Barbara knew he was trying not to cry. "What k It?" she asked again. "It It's Father." Kit answered, not trying, now. to choke back on-manly on-manly tears. "lie went sailing with Mr. Lorlng and the wind aroke the rigging and the boom must have hit Father, because when they got Lira" "Father!" The word was a heart broken sob. All of the color ebbed out of her cheeks. Her eyea were tragically large "Oh no. Kitf Nor Tears splashed over KIt'a thin cheeks. Hla chin quivered like a child's. "Babs! he sobbed. "Father's drowned V TO BK COSTLVCEDl) OurG overnment How It Operates By William Bmckart HANDLING THE MAIL TT IS a far cry from stage coaches to transocean mall planes, but this century has witnessed that de velopment There are regular malls now between North and Central and South America, service oneratlnir with much more frequency than did the transcontinental malls a Uttle more than half a century ago. And there Is the projected transatlantic mall, something more near realiza tion than is generally anticipated. Tbese facts are cited merely to show that the postal service never stands still, either literally or figuratively. fig-uratively. It Is growing at all times, even as our nation- expands. I believe be-lieve Its history Justifies the assertion asser-tion that no service of our government govern-ment has greater flexibility, none that can adapt Itself so quickly to conditions, as can this agency of government More than 00 per cent of the work- ers of the postal service hold their places by reason of having met civil service tests, making their apppoint- ment one of permanency. . So 'much attention has been de voted to this class, the bulk of the postal service, as a means of contrasting con-trasting them with the political ap pointees who hold higher posts by title but whose Importance to you and to me Is not nearly so great I believe that the majority of the po litical appointees among the postmasters post-masters throughout the country ren-: der a patriotic service. It Is un fair to criticize all of them for the shortcomings of tome of their num ber, but too often has It been found that a postmaster, supported by the political leaders of a community, Is not the person whom the majority of the patrons of that office would select. But in our country, the spoils of a political victory go to the winning party at the polls, and postmastershlps constitute no Bmall part of the, patronage that can be used to pay political debts. The flexibility of the postal serv ice has permitted It to operate on a basis as nearly like private busi ness as possible. It has to have several rules, of course, and these have to be rather rigid, but con sider how a postmaster Is authorized author-ized to arrange for the receipt of letters from an established firm without requiring them to be stamped and how It receives the newspapers without payment of postage In advance. Private business busi-ness would operate that way; It would "extend credit," so to speak, to reputable patrons. So the post master Is permitted to arrange for "metered" mall, avoiding the use of stamps, and for collection of the postage at stated times. Newspa pers are handled the same way. The "metering" of mall Is a com paratively new practice. Arrangements Arrange-ments having been made by the firm or Individual who desires to use the privilege, the letters are received at designated points, either the main or branch office, and they are run through a meter for counting and cancellation of the place where the stamps are placed by individuals posting only one or a few letters. That machine stamps a cancellation that avers that the required postage post-age has been paid, which, of course, It has not been, but the postmaster knows It will be. Millions of pieces of first-class mall are sent that way each year and the practice Is Increasing In-creasing because It does away with labor to attach the stamps. In-handling newspapers, weight' Is the governing factor, and the postmaster post-master requires periodical reweigh-Ing reweigh-Ing to arrive at a determination of postage due. It avoids weighing every shipment thus saving time, and the postage Is paid at intervals, thus avoiding bookkeeping and transfer .'of smaller amounts of money. Congress-has kept Its finger on the pulse of the postal service by retaining the right to fix the rates that shall be charged, except with respect to the airmail service. It has granted many privileges, such as those mentioned above, however, to meet everyday business requirements. require-ments. Control of the rates. It must be said, properly remains In congress con-gress because the federal legislators are supposed to represent their constituents, con-stituents, and rate changes have such a far reaching effect that the power to make them should rest with the representatives of those who pay the toll. With the airmail, a different circumstance cir-cumstance exists. It Is In the nature na-ture of a special service. It must be done by special contract and none knew when It was Initiated how successful It could be made or what the cost would have to be. So the postmaster general fixes the rate we all pay when we want to send a letter or package In such a hurry that we mark It for dispatch by airplane. This delegation of power to the postmaster general has enabled the gradual expansion of the airmail service until now It not only reaches from coast to coast from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico, and dozens of Intermediate lines, but from North American citlea to the Argentine. And the end of this expansion Is far off, for more and more air companies are seeking cod tracts to transmit the mails. Cl Kit, Weetara (Cnrapapor Cntaa. Bridging the Gap in Human History Investigation Throws Light on Civilizations of the Long Past. Dedication of a building at the University of Chicago devoted to the liveeftgatlon of early man a building build-ing which "finds no parallel In any other university, either In America or abroad" draws the Near East still nearer to the West. It Is In the East that the origins of the civilization civiliza-tion we have inherited are for the most part hidden; and the Oriental Institute under western skies seeks now to help roan In a literal sense to "orient" himself to get his bearings and Bee In true perspective the history his-tory of the human race. Especially Is It to help bridge the gap between the savage of the paleontologist and the historian's story of the people who emerge In Europe as "civilized" beings. Dr. James H. Breasted, with" his general headquarters In this building, build-ing, has an army of diggers not alone with 8pades, but also with modern excavating engineering, directed by an archeologlcal staff, on a 3,000 mile front, stretching from Luxor In Egypt northward past Sinai, through Palestine and Syria to the uplands of Anatolia, eastward and southward across Mesopotamia to Persepolls in Persia. Many other groups are making mak-ing Independent research, but for the first time a single organization Is able to "control and correlate" research re-search and excavation throughout the leading early civilizations in a "single composite construcllon" of the pre-European course of human life, when for thousands of years man was advancing along a front as wide as the United States. Of special significance is the evl dence that In this period man in Egypt began "to bear remote voices that proclaimed the utter futility of material conquest" It was then that "conscience and character broke upon the world." The coffin lids of Egyp Anotner "Garden of Eden No loss a person than Gen. Charles O. ("Chinese") Gordon, a man of deep religious faith, firmly believed the Seychelle islands, along the eastern coast of Africa, to be the site of the Garden of Eden. The coco de mer, or double coconut palm, which produces the largest and heaviest fruit In the world, he believed to be the tree of knowledge knowl-edge of gpod and evil These trees flourish luxuriantly In the Islands. Micrometer With Dial An Improvement In the design of the micrometer has a dial attach ment about the size of a watch by which fine measurements may be read at a glance. The Jaws are held separated by a spring, but when pressed together, with the article to be measured between them, the pointer of the dial shows the measurement meas-urement very accurately at a glance. Two "Wall Street" Wall street is a municipal thoroughfare thor-oughfare in New York city on the lower end of Manhattan Island, but the term "Wall Street" has been applied to the financial district of New York city In which the street itself Is the center of activity. In this district are located many of the financial Institutions In the city and also the New York Stock exchange. . Envy . ' Envy shoots at others, and wounds herself. Envy and covet-ousness covet-ousness are never satisfied. The greatest mischief you can do the envious, is to do well. An envious man waxes lean with the fatness of his neighbor. Envy never yet enriched en-riched any man. Envy Is the worst disease. Envy never has a holiday. The envious die but envy never. 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In the spacious walls of the Oriental Ori-ental Institute the East walks again In Its beauty and majesty, but with sobering If not frightening suggestion sugges-tion to the present which sees In every object reminders of a perished past of the death of civilizations that dreamed they were Immortal. Yet every earthen fact Is touched by the spirit of skill that begat it and Is passed on as a symbol of struggle toward an ideal. The great winged bull that looks with steady gaze Into a strange world may be but an early dream of human flight the man's face appearing above the wings, the strength of the bull suggesting the power of the motor that has laken the place of beasts of burden. Dr. Pierce's Pelleto are best for liver, bowels and atomach. One little Pellet for a laxative three for a cathartic Adv. Tim Well Spent . Life Is not so short but that there Is always time for courtesy. Emerson. Em-erson. Tired.. 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Similarly, a distance that may be covered by motor In three or four hours at an average speed of 25 to SO miles an hour may be taken as easy motoring distance. Horn of Forty Million While about the same size as Cuba, Java Is the home of some 40,000,000 people. We marvel at the contrasts the characteristic Dutch qualities of thoroughness, cleanliness cleanli-ness and good order mark Batavla and Its environs as of the West but the East is everywhere present through the luxuriousness of the vegetation and the streets filled with colorful crowds of brown and yellow people. Sweet Friendship Nothing delights the mind so much as true and sweet friendship. Wlsnt a blessing It Is when there are hearts prepared for you In which every secret rests securely, whose knowledge you fear less than your own, whose conversation calms your anxieties, whose opinion aids your plan, whose mirth dispels your sorrows, sor-rows, and whose very sight delights you. Seneca. 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