| OCR Text |
Show THE LEH1 SUN. LEIIl UTAH linn Kathleen Norris Says: Woman's Unseen Power Brightens Lives 'II Ml 7a u w wt HI ILm By EUGENE CUNNINGHAM SEWING CIRCLE ave his join a (Bell Syndicate WNU Service.) Sw by Dud !ri t,aa. ... .11 seen wl Para' button at the shoulders. Furthermore Further-more it opens flat for ironing so it is double easy to keep fresh and clean. Just a few yards of low cost cotton will make it and it is as easy as ABC to sew. ...'. Pattern No. 8094 ia designed for sizes 34 to 48. Size S6 requires 3',i yards 32 or 35-Inch 35-Inch material. 8 yards bias fold for trim. Send your order to: with the jobbery "M . .. .u.nected I , being ""f rans, of being a Arrested when C"" Mil not released to B" Wd.aved tt m L t ' "I1 nnlv 1 f certain be rides spite of life of the a few days tf1, that he most escape or Sin)-n-rT-fn)-A-K-i-- Hr - err if . r u a h Fit, At 11 HI D or am1 i i imv3 25rV C A if ; : 1 8094 f .ff group ,tJ of'the Mexicans r. u return " " ...... ,,,. UK j - Con insists .IWH"1' . .... ....hi fivn ol H1"1" hT'does eo. One of Para- r The Mes8" CtwU"1 Gonzales first. They Lowe .Iron Hi 0M ' ' in the fight that follows u posse- r . win ome " - . . e'S crowu, It is few rDa ,Wear. vengeance H""- uh the story CHAPTER VIII : cairl Dud. "he's kind lle Big i one way-nothing on but tod of fancying his- th his fists. Of course, Big i really something at fist-and-IS TCon-Say! You wouldn't 5 you're as good as Big was. inj would youi -tnftilv not!" Con cried ,r"''How could I be, If he was qeiheres around as good as you f Yon let me be just next after I," wffl you? Even that makes me lend to you and I couldn't ask "We'll see!" Dud told him, flat, ngsong drawl almost a whine, fou and me'll try a liT tussle-ijjffly, tussle-ijjffly, of course. Kind of see tee you do stack up when you n't bucking somebody like poor r Snaky Gonzales." This Is certainly obliging of you. at- Con drawled humbly. W leaped a yard from the ground tli i scalp yell and cracked his els together. He dropped lightly d rushed Con with another yell, iling terrific blows from all angles, a slid to the side and let him go "01 course," Con went on evenly, never did see Big" again' he evaded the bull-like arge and Dud fell flat watched him scramble furi- sly to his feet and charge with the ocity of an animal. He increased speed, trying to hammer down i smaller man. v isntamswd "Buffalo Galsl can't a come out tonight?" and jabbed j fe'isto Dud's face to snap his ' (tf tack, hooked a right to the 1 4at doubled him over, then atd and walked to where the aiJeff and Catfish sat. If If all the same to you," he 4 1 flunk that's just plenty for riaidly milL I'm all out of wind! " lad walked shakily to where Cat-held Cat-held his pistols, but when he k to the ground he could only it open-mouthed for minutes. 2 you was half as good with r cutter as you are with your C he said at last, "you'd be '-body! Yen!" d gestured toward the whisky Take a big snort of that tarantula A you-all. We're going out in 'y. Yes, sir! . We'll hit Nevil lick that'll knock the book t out of the hand of that college w grandpa that started the Were going visiting him; going top the NL clean. If he a,hi't ;?-that's what we want." hi packed food into their sad-Wckets sad-Wckets before mounting. Jeff Cajh and Dud seemed to pick erfulnesg during the day as I rode across the mpuntains. thinking of the gunman. Con ;-i naturally to thought of that ! rtist with the Colt, gray and ; itoldHughNorris stopped before dark at the Ll"MexiCan rancher, set on -Woboyalley-thatheldTivan J miles westward. While' mS, fte meaI they Raffish, and jeff, fine!" the rancher i Question about Nevil EPoW3madb with a eyes X BeZpr, towered his 3tothevarSPedJfrom door-waitd. door-waitd. When Ca'tfUhi v Ktete them. l:Je by to ?f vi1811 wanted out 113 and help H horses. run- ' h ause Nevil't so SatoCan,t round b 4 ZS? notions' too." h,mS that in er v said calmly. gJ a. . Wawa with Ni dim 00 Ehake. Saint! Con mounted calmly and A blond head lifted at the edge of the dirt roof. They stared as the lanky cowboy gathered a Win chester and shotgun under his arm and swung easily to the ground beside be-side his dark, older partner. He laughed at Con's disgusted expression. expres-sion. "We like to be ready for company. So when we sighted you-all; I cached myself up there. If you'd wiggled a finger at Dandy, the four of you would have waked up in hell!" "What we need is about eight nursemaids two apiece!" Con drawled. "Somebody is eoine to steal the clothes off of our backs and the horses from under us, in this wicked world." , . "Hell! I guessed he was up there," Dud said quickly. "Well, let's get going," he grunted, when Con laughed. By early afternoon they were out on a great flat where mesquite and greasewood studded the long grass. A cut wire lay behind them and they began to gather horses and move them slowly forward. At last they halted in a Cottonwood motte in what Catfish said was Nevil Lowe's small holding pasture. 'House is just across the ridge," Dud announced. "Catfish, you and Con stick here to keep an eye on our horses. Rest of us'll round up the ranch. You say the Boy Sheriff's Sher-iff's just working two boys, huh, DancM, Reckop we can tak? : caje of 'em. May not be anybody there." He led the diminished band across the ridge and Catfish and Con smoked and waited. When an hour dragged past, Con looked at the sun. j 'I'm going up to see what's hap pened," he told the patient Catfish. "You're enough to watch the horses. in this pasture." Catfish began to object. Dud had said Con mounted calmly and rode over the ridge. The gang's horses stood outside of a neat, white plas tered house set in a grassy yard shaded by big trees and bordered with flowers. Con rode down the slope and into the yard, to swing off and let the reins trail. 'Well!" Dud cried, when Con walked into a large, clean kitchen. "Thought there was something said. Con-Comanche, about you sticking with the horses . . ." 'While you-all sit easy and gob ble everything in sight, huh?" Con countered, grinning. "I left Catfish. He's a nice doggy fool enough to sit up and bark and be glad if he's flipped a bone." They were gathered comfortably at a big table covered with dishes. But evidently their meal had been finished; two quart bottles and tumblers tum-blers were in the foreground and Dud and the big, dark Dandy were drinking. Con made himself a sandwich sand-wich of steak and loaf bread and looked around. In a corner, very quiet and strained of expression. two young cowboys sat with backs stiffly against the wall. While he ate. Con loafed curiously about, looking at the tidy place. He could see the hand of Janet Lowe, he thought. -He went outside and around to look at the front One door opening off the living room was open. Through it he glimpsed a bed and two slender feet, oddly bundled about the ankles . . . He went noiselessly across to look in. Janet Lowe was tied hand and foot with saddle strings. Her white, horror-stricken face was turned to ward him: dark eyes were widened. glazed. He drew a long breath and slipped into the room, band going mechanically into a pocket. What's all this about?" he breathed in her ear. "I I didn't know what Dud was up to' "He he's going to take me with him! He hates Nevil. He's afraid of him. He says this will fix Nevil-" Con stood and looked desperately about The casement window in the thick wall was open and outside he could hear the horses stamping lazily. He went swiftly back to the bed, opening his stock knife. The whangs about Janet's wrists and ankles an-kles dropped away from the sharp edge. He put an arm around her and helped her up. She began to work her hands, move her feet, staring at him. "Come on!" he whispered. "There's a good horse out there for rode over the ridge you. You know the road to town. Ride it!" He kept his arm around her shoulders shoul-ders as they crossed the room. Then he went easily through the window, reached through and caught her wrists. The small noises she made did not stop the talk in the kitchen. On the ground, outside, she watched him as a child might have done, expectantlytrustfully! ex-pectantlytrustfully! "Quiet!" he warned her. There was a kitchen window to pass, before he could reach Jeff's horse. Someone would certainly be facing that way. He moved down the wall, dropped to hands and knees and crawled under the line of that silL Erect again, he moved toward the horse. It opened its eyes and stiffened.. When he put out a slow hand toward the trailing reins, it moved back a step. He edged closer. Another pace and he would be past the corner and in view of anyone looking through the kitchen door. Again he reached for the reins and the horse lifted a foot He caught the reins and pulled. The horse followed easily even when he got down to crawl beneath the window. But inside the kitchen Dud said: "Saint! That damn' caballo of yours is a-walking off. Better catch him." We'll be leaving quick." Con stood and went faster toward the girl. He drew his pistol and faced the corner of the house while he put down a hand to help Janet mount. - But Jeff's voice came laz ily: "Ain't Saint's horse. Mine. He won't go nowheres." In the saddle, color seemed to come back to Janet's face. She-looked She-looked frowningly at Con. "Come with me! No matter what it is that you have to face, I don't think that you're what You I'll make. Nevil help you! He's not so sure of himself since that awful night when you and Jeff got away and the others Come with me! Please!" "Reckon not Now, you walk on off, slow. Get over that slope, then give him the leather." "I wish you'd leave that awful Paramore!" she whispered, staring down at him with lip caught between her teeth. "I know you're not their kind. But goodby!" She bent suddenly from the saddle and her lips brushed his cheek. Then she straightened and sent the horse off at a- slow walk toward the gate in the front, fence. Footsteps on the veranda sent Con swiftly to that corner. But it was Jeff coming from the front door. His mouth was tight and his eyes narrow. nar-row. He looked furtively behind him, then at Con again. He beckoned imperatively. "Boy! You have got to take your foot in your hand and light a shuckl Dud and that big, mean, new fellow. Dandy, they have had their heads together. Dud says to Dandy, when I ain't supposed to hear, that there's one in the bunch he aims to get shut of. And it's your tail feathers he aims to collect! Dandy says he would as soon do it as not today." "Because of that?" Con asked frowningly. . . Jeff stared in the indicated direction. direc-tion. Through a gap in the trees Janet showed, going over the ridge that would hide her perfectly from the house, once passed. "You you let her loose!" he breathed. "And give her my horsel Hell! You ain't got five minutes. Dud'll look into that bedroom. Then he'll kill you! Man Dud was plumb crazy about her first time he ever laid eyes on Janet Here! I'm going go-ing back in and Til stall Dud all I can. You slide around and grab Pancho and go on back to Catfish. Tell him oh, anything! Then you ride like hell and don't you never let Dud catch up with you, no time! And luck, kid! I never met a man I liked better!" Con slapped him on the shoulder and ran noiselessly around the house, to drop and crawl beneath the window and so get to Pancho with the careless bearing of a man weary of idling. Tm going back to the horses, Dud." he called. "Want Catfish to come down and eat?" "Yen. He might's well," Dud answered, an-swered, leaning so that he looked through the door, grinning. TO BE CONTINUED) , j good mother has the secret of making herself invisible. But the husband U)h pays little attention to her presence, the ton who occasionally hits her temple with a hard-cheeked kisthoto often do they think of what she is instead of what she does? By KATHLEEN NORRIS WHEN you were a small child and read fairy-tales, fairy-tales, wasn't the most fascinating situation of all the one in which the prince or princess could become. invisible invis-ible at will? To be able to take part, to listen, to see everything every-thing that was going on, and yet to be unseen oneself, how intoxicating that prospect was! There were years in my young life when I felt that if a wrinkled, crooked old fairy suddenly ? did present herself to me, to offer me just one fulfilled ful-filled wish, that wish inevitably inevita-bly must be for the power to make myself invisible. Years afterward I learned that it is always possible to enjoy that particular par-ticular fairy gift but to find the fairy one must walk through lonely and sorrowful ways, and pay the fairy's price of humiliations and sorrows and tears. , Humiliations and sorrows and tears, these are such wholesome medicines for us all, such strengthening strength-ening teachers, such "means of grace," I wonder why we all dread and avoid them so strenuously. The only worthwhile women in the world are the women who have had long acquaintance with them. But that is an aside. To get back to the fairy gift of Invisibility, any woman can have it, if she loves those around her so much that their safety and comfort are her delight, and she is willing to be, in influence, the unseen power in the background of their lives that makes everything smooth and bright. Her Magic Unseen. Good mothers have the secret of making themselves invisible. Sometimes Some-times for years at a time the gentle, kindly, capable, ingenious, tireless, loving woman who is at the head of a family keeps herself and her magic completely unseen. Perhaps there Is not too much money in the family, perhaps there are girls and boys of different tastes and ages, a chronically weary and nervous man, an older person, Grandma or Grandpa or Aunt Sally, a temperamental assistant in the kitchen, or no helper at alL All these natures and elements are welded together by Mother, but nobody knows ft, because Mother is invisible. What the family sees and feels and enjoys are the smoothly smooth-ly made beds upon which slips and sheets change themselves by unseen un-seen means; the prettily set table with the marigolds or daisies in the glass bowl, the hot soup ready-cream ready-cream of pea soup for everyone except Jane, who gets her clear soup every night Newspapers are on hand when they are new, and disappear when they are old; telephone messages are delivered; Tom and Mimsy are helped with homework, sent off to the movies on Saturday with the requisite dimes for sodas. Jane of course may have the living room for her gang Sunday night; Annie may have a day off to go see her sister's baby; Dad's mother must have a fresh pot of tea taken 'way upstairs to her room. Of course she's there an the time, right before their eyes, and of course anyone who looked right at her would see her, comfortably stout in her fifVes, getting gray, liking sur-reptitously sur-reptitously to finish the crossword puzzles when the children abandon then, half-done, Insisting on rubbers, HER OWN CHOICE How often do you think about the comfort of that "invisible" "in-visible" someone who always manages to have dinner ready on time; to remember that you don't eat this and can't wear that; to sharpen your pencils, find your rubbers and enter' tain your unexpected guests? She may be "invisible" going about her work with no thought of reward for her generosity, gen-erosity, patience and love. It is her own choice to remain in the background. But it should be your choice to remember the wife or mother who makes your home a pleasant "place. 'opposed to the banging of doors, and peerless in the arrangement of a tray for the sick, the adjustment of a hot water bottle, the pressing of a shirtwaist. Chooses to Be 'Invisible.' But how much do they really see her, this husband who pays so little attention to her actual presence, but swears and shouts and feels martyred mar-tyred if she happens to be absent for an undue hour or two? These sons and daughters who occasionally occasion-ally hit her temple with a hard-cheeked hard-cheeked kiss or feed her very soul with a shouted, "Thanks, Mom, you're a peach!" This grumpy old man or fussy old woman who blinks at her with dissatisfied daily questions, ques-tions, "Mollie, you aren't giving that girl another half-day off, are you? This ain't the same tea, is it? What-ever's What-ever's become of that little piller I had for my back? What possessed those children to carry on that way last night?" How often do they look at Mollie, and think of what she is instead of what she does? Not often. No, she's invisible. And the wonderful part of it is that she has deliberately chosen to be invisible, to sink her life in theirs, to taste for herself the happiness of service, a happiness deeper than any they will ever know. i When women write me despairing letters about their tangled affairs; the parents who "misunderstood" them all through girlhood, the first marriage to a man who was "totally incapable of appreciating a good wife," the second venture with an. other man who "does not understand under-stand my little boy and repeatedly favors his own child," I wonder whether they know how close this magic and mystic power of making oneself invisible is. The power to make all these lives happier, on their terms, not on hers, and te find herself a fulfillment and an interior peace of which she hasn't even dreamed. The Cause of It AIL Half the nervous ills of womanhood, woman-hood, perhaps more than half, come from the miserable inability under which we all suffer to get away from sell Nervous breakdowns and morbidity and even more serious troubles stem from Just this one thing. Brooding over mistakes and wrongs, resenting injustices and slights, sometimes a woman who feels that she has just generally made a mess cf everything actually slips over the fine borderline between be-tween normality and Insanity, and can't get back. But the invisible woman is in na such danger. There is always someone some-one she can serve, someone whose life the can make easier, someone tor whom she can plan. Pattern No. 8094 TF PRIZES were given out for A good apron designs, Pattern No. 8094 would be a blue ribbon winner. win-ner. It has everything an easy fit, ehapely lines and is quick to put on because of the straps which EASY TO MAKE- TftSPfJ j Delicious- I HAlAUoiyl . ; KONQMICAll LQllAllES ; 1-- Tested and proved in thou- 0J0"" 8ancfe of homes. Ideal as a """""" Ma9 wf confection .dessert.;, a I Aftifjl'tf ' fr youngsters', lunch St kfw m Copr. t bf Ktllon CamMsr fW I fl 1 1 1 Lri r S I 1 . I I I l w III Pet Cite: Vitamin A-2000 Units (It.) Vitamin B.-I50 Units (Iut.) Vitamin D-350 Units (Int.) Vitamin 0-40-50 Unia (tt. Bour.) All of these vitamins go fight into your bread; they are not appreciably lost in the ovea. Ask for Flcuctunann's Fresh Yeait with the yellow label SAVE WASTE PAPER L, Uncle Sam Needs Your Waste Paper Save It for the Local Collector FOR THE BEST OF LIVING Stop At THE BELVEDERE APARTMENT HOTEL REASONABLE RATES Month . Week - Day MODERN . . . FIREPROOF . , . CENTRAL LOCATION . . . WITH OR WITHOUT KITCHEN! The Belvedere CALVIN a 29 SOUTH STATE STREET SEWING CIRCLE PA1TTKBV DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Street San Francisco . Calif. Enclose 20 cents la mint for each pattern desired. Pattern No. Size.. Nam , Address This TEAS, your garden muf produce. pro-duce. It's important to your family health to the nation's welfarel Your time is to valuable to gamble on inferior infe-rior sbeds. ... . Start right Plant Fkkrt Qualitt Seeds because they are bred to pro-due pro-due the belt possible results. Over 65,000 tests are made annually to maintain their quality. Buy them at your local Ferry dealer's. Send for "Ferryt Victory Garden Plan," tree. Complete plan and growing grow-ing directions for vegetable garden. Write Dept. W-4. FERRY-MORSE SEED CO. DETROIT SAN NtANCISCO LADY, REMEMBER. WHEN YOU BAKE AT HOME. THE O ONLY YEAST WITH ALL THESE VITAMINS IS FLEISCHMANN5 C.SO&LOYf Apartment Hotel JACK, Mwager SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH mmmmsmmmtwmmmmswsmmmmmmm tv-j Ti-ft7 Z a-f L t s X |
