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Show I lit . . dead vi Arthur was r". red. hid part Idpltlh " ..v., . hoard --r;7.tart. ' B0UZ:.T nH the nam. ,ort lot J" ,-sle. ' wn addicted to profan- n, surprised to find such Jcomtag so readily to his But the words were weic ai A them, and continued using jvery time he saw the doctor. h asked Jacoby It he naa iocd anything 01 wm then. jaCODY smueu humor Armm Hjttredge, . d three ffrLk IT, .bout ready to enter -Dick, " .. Bri.n. Arthur aum a nil ' mi.S. but taken to a Ger- 5Ti Vadly dlifieured. He did L .anted Elizabeth i. ana W "v" . . n h.n nr. Ja- If M. - - f Inni n'lintii ft Wrl w -nan -VW rfnRl thus fab: i-l"": s"k his head. He turn- SoBI-,L,. nroducer, met and bied for word n ,.,"! m. rr -in, flrit husband. fnr - : wnicnea sllMoew. ---- d kmed ,n "v u-j's. i lought a bat- rv say " weU" PerhaP In English I cannot say it at all You are a man, Kitt, but also you are mankind. You must live You must want to live. You must-do you understand me?" He spoke so in- tensely that he was almost fierce "Kitt," he exclaimed, "let us try!" Though he did not realize it then Arthur remembered later that his own resistance was gradually being worn away by the power of Jacoby's determination. As time went on, he came to recognize the enthusiasm Jacoby was feeling. He had felt it himself when there was some at most impossible job to be tackled. "If I can do this, I can do anything." He knew what it meant to roll up his sleeves, saying that What he did not realize at the time was that this was not what Jacoby Ja-coby was saying. Jacoby was saying say-ing to himself, "If he can do this, I can do anything." - The first time he began to understand under-stand that Jacoby was not merely a cold scientist was the day when Ja- I CHAPTER XH ias left of Arthur quivered .,.. hnitA." he said. 0 . . . II TJ nAtinllfl ... .1- .rn.rO i I 1 11 1 1 u.ltM initnew m" . 1 is grim numor mwiu to recognize, "inoi me vu-But vu-But I did not need the jary to understand what you ajing to me, ana usi men 10 blame you it that time Jacoby paid no a to the protests. He simpiy Jut there to contemplate his rfbody and go wild witn tne a of being forced to live In it. us nothing else Jacoby coma j was working eighteen hours pittance of food that in t Germany would not have iKght enough for an idle Sesides, since he knew so lit- Jish and Arthur knew no Ger- I iB, he had to let Arthur go ml what he believed. i .was 'no way tnen lor ja-t ja-t explain that four years of irhad almost annihilated his human soul There was I for him to say that he too jtte edge of despair, searcn- iperately for some reason to fhat men could be saved he evil they had wrought. came the four years he had M through. The physical brought to him had been enough, but they were not 4 iff had been brought to him Je had begun to feel himself to a brutal cynicism. When mined Arthur, he, suddenly ltierewas a man who could 2s ultimate test, not of a hu-rff hu-rff to recover, but of human it overcome disaster. When Mrican realized what had to him his mind would be ri hate and horror, even if aver been before. At first wsdered if he had the right such a life as this. But "al of those examinations h Arthur had screamed '1 at him, Jacoby had himself that with labor ience he could euarantpe I Patient would not be help- ur Would have snmotViirn ir;lh, If he could be made he had, and with it re- 1 Wisdom OP tronoi-neit 4y I ttat he had lost, Jacoby ""unseii that he would take amn that humanity could ''Kie. As ht mnrVoJ If saw Arthur's fury and Arthur became .to him a 01 we world' TOrooVor, t ffed American could come "washoDe. Thp d9n.t, was done to the world - ne to Arthur, but if Ar- 5 "e made to h want to go on, there - m Uving. By this ws not sure that there ewas goine to finrf n,,t him. He had Tk 3t Ja"by meant "J be said: Jacoby was J let him die, but was JtoreaSmuch as he could J beenlo t THat there he could not restore ?renCe to his eagerness, atal Z Was ne"ssarUy !&ds.Brt :i- not ' ' wno simply hemakes- n V Cf13 he 8ives him m EB 1 18 better tban T,PigS- 1 can see UomeTerthOUght ai!aVTeachancetotalk acoby' difflculty itfZ 80 reat that tir Bae.- But he managed to Icq 1Je t DeSgmg me to : Jdk: 3 "y"1? to make OH, K,Hep.our right arm, or 1 you had lost 'KaufJ had been hat ,r es1, 1 should f "r1 you skp .v.-.. don't 1 S a lofe of real ? 70u still want me jS-sut, S Lf that U MM II 111 StSl "Kitt, if you will ten me speU it slowly the name of the woman" coby came to . his bedside with a slip of paper and a pencil. "Kitt, if you will tell me spell it slowly the name of the woman you kept talking to when you were delirious?" de-lirious?" Arthur groaned. His impulse was to grip Jacoby's hand, but he could not do this. He could only say, "In God's name, Jacoby, be merciful! If you've made up your mind to do this to me I can't stop you. But don't do it to her." Without looking at Arthur, Jacoby said, "I thought it might be possible to get her a message. Through the Red Cross." Arthur did not answer. After a pause Jacoby asked, 'You do not want to tell me who she is?" Arthur said, "She is my wife." Jacoby turned his head toward the bed then, involuntarily. He knew no words to speak and even if he had been using his own language there could have been nothing to say so eloquent as the pity he could not keep out of his eyes. He crumpled the slip of paper in his fist There was a silence. At length Jacoby said, "Very welL" He turned and went away. But in the depth of his own despair de-spair Arthur felt a stir of astonished warmth. "The man is a human being. be-ing. There are some things even he can't take without a shudder." After that, slowly but unmistakably, unmistak-ably, he began to discover that Jacoby Ja-coby wanted to be his friend. He began, dimly at first, through those days and nights of desolation, to grasp what Jacoby had meant when he said, "You are a man, but also you are mankind." It was a hard realization, and at first he was doubtful doubt-ful that it had any meaning. "He can make me stay alive," Arthur said to himself wearily. "But can he make me find any reason for doing do-ing it? Can anybody? I don't believe be-lieve it" Jacoby came back to his bedside often. He never again mentioned the woman Arthur had called for in his delirium. But there was more work on the arm, more on the jaw; the rest had to wait on the patient's strength and the doctor's opportunities. opportuni-ties. Arthur still had very little hope. Now that he understood Jacoby's Ja-coby's purpose, he tried to sympathize sympa-thize with it, but he found this hard to do. For after all, even after years of labor and pain, even with the highest success, what was the utmost Jacoby Jaco-by could give him? Power to use his right arm; power to sit up and write a letter; possibly, after a long time, power to hobble from place to 'place with a crutch. Power to jook on hopelessly while neaiuiy mc women went ahead with their healthy affairs, doing useful worn a enjoying the rewards of it. Not 1, 15 goby's genius could restore 7 sense of knowing he could take care of himself no matter what nappened, the old happy forthright-ness forthright-ness of being able to look the whole world in the face and tell it to get out of his way. Jacoby could nev-er nev-er restore him his marriage. He could never give Elizabeth the chil-aren chil-aren she wanted, or even the security secu-rity and companionship she had had with him. Lying in a helpless huddle on his cot in mtervals of being Ied and washed by strange hands, Arthur had nothing to do but Wok ahead into the sort of life-sentence he would be giving her if he let Jacoby communicate with her. No doubt he had been reported missing miss-ing in action. When they found him, the Red Cross would have means of notifying Elizabeth he was still alive. After the war, as soon as Jacoby had repaired him sufficiently to make it possible for him to go home, he would have to go. And then? Elizabeth would offer him everything she had. She was too loyal, and she loved him too much, to dream of doing otherwise. She would work, and use everything she could earn for his support. She would spend her life nursing him, amusing him, " taking care of him, himself a broken wreck of a creature crea-ture who could give her nothing in return except a doglike gratitude. Her splendid vitality would be spent in a twilight of half-living until she was dry and withered like fruit that had been broken off the tree before it had had a chance to ripen. As he thought of it he knew more and more surely that no matter what would become of him, he could not let this happen to her. His decision was not entirely unselfish. un-selfish. Arthur was too clear-headed to imagine it was. Not only could he not do this to Elizabeth, but he could not do it to himself. Bearing his tragedy alone would be easier than requiring her to share it. He knew, almost as if he were with her, what she would suffer at being told of his death. But that would not last forever, though at the time she would undoubtedly think it was going to. She would pick up the broken pattern of her life and set about putting it together again. Elizabeth was young, vital, alert, and there would be another man who would find her as lovable as he had found her. She would have again the sort of mating she should have. He tried instinctively to clench his fist with decision, and the pain that went like a bayonet-thrust into his shoulder, reminding him that he was not even able to make such a simple gesture, served to strengthen his resolve. re-solve. When a man dies, he told himself, with more fierceness in his mind since there could be none in his body, it is like taking a teaspoon-ful teaspoon-ful of water out of a river. The water wa-ter closes up, it is gone, and after an instant, nobody notices it any more. When Jacoby came in again, Arthur Ar-thur told him what he had decided to do. He had to speak slowly, repeating re-peating often and waiting until Jacoby's Ja-coby's intelligence had limped through to comprehension. The effort ef-fort to make Jacoby understand took his attention away from the bleak import of what he was saying. "I will make you a promise, Jacoby, Ja-coby, if you will do one thing for me. Do it, and come back and tell me you have done it." "I understand you. Go ahead." "When I was brought in here, you found the metal tag of identification? And other things, maybe? Take those to the International Red Cross. Tell them your stretcher-bearers brought in an American who died of his wounds. You do not know his name. But you took these objects from his body. You will sign a death certificate, or whatever you have to sign. The American army will take care of the rest If you will do this, and bring me some sort of proof that you have done it, I promise you that I will let you do whatever you please to me. But if you will not do it i wear to yu tnat I U make you do it because I'll end my life as soon as I have a usable hand to do it with." Deliberately, further to relieve hit attention, he fixed his eyes on Jacoby's Ja-coby's eyes, tender as the eyes of s mother; on Jacoby's strong, wise, gentle face; and while he repeated his sentences he noticed again what a thin face it was, the skin showing the waxiness of malnutrition, and guessed as he had guessed before that this man was denying himsell part of his own rations to provide more nourishment for the men he was trying to save. At last be said slowly and carefully. "You understand under-stand me? You will do what I ask. Jacoby?" Jacoby used one of the precious night hours when he should have been asleep to rig up a sort of shell across Arthur's cot and set the dictionary dic-tionary up on it "My English ii so faulty. Kitt. and I have no Urn. to improve it Why do you not lean to talk to me?" He read the first words aloud tt him. slowly, so Arthur could begir to learn their pronunciation. Whil he was taking a hasty meal of tur nips and potatoes Jacoby dre rough sketches of various objects ir the room, writing their names bes.d them, and set the sheet up for Arthui to study during the day (TO BE CTlNTIM r.Di Kathleen Norris Says: Learning to Forave I. JLiVylll I 1 L I 1 ill i , BeU Syndlcate.-WNU Featuraa. "He looks with curiosity, annoyance, and even jealousy while you care for his son.' v KATHLEEN NORRIS TTT? anl' Q r nin a tn READJUSTMENT TO I I noor o tfroot monvll .PEACE things, when they come back from the battlefronts. One of these is forgiveness. "Forgive them!" you say indignantly. "What on earth have we to forgive them! Our heroes, who have faced dangers, dan-gers, homesickness, seasickness, seasick-ness, boredom, wounds, cold and heat, epidemics and insects in-sects and fatigue and you say 'forgive them! ' "Why," cry the mothers and wives of America, "we're going to give them themost royal welcome returning re-turning boys ever had; we're planning plan-ning meals that will build up those hospital-wasted bodies and those limbs thinned in Jungle heat! They are going to be lords of the earth when they come home!" And just the same I say, "Forgive "For-give them." Forgive them their bitterness their scorn. They'll look at the prettiness and safety of home life with weary contemptuous eyes. It's doggoned important, is it? that wedding announcements are engraved en-graved rather than printed? We've got to have parsley on that, have we, Ma? It broke up Betty's life that I forgot that that fool girl telephoned tele-phoned her, did it? They Hope to Shock Ton. Forgive them their politics. They won't know what they think, but they'll be positive twith criticisms, opinions, discussion of socialism, communism, labor rights, rights of ex-servicemen, and they will take great pains to say what they hope will shock you. Nothing will be sacred to them in conversation at least and if you hold for the preservation pres-ervation of marriage ties, they'll argue ar-gue for license and free love. Forgive them their strangeness. You're accustomed to the daily home events. You love the baby so much having loved him all those months for both father and mother that the trouble that is a baby is no trouble to you. With Tom it's different dif-ferent He looks on with curiosity, annoyance, and even jealousy while you care for his son. Do you have to run upstairs every time the kid yips? Does he always smear himself him-self up that way at meals? Can't we leave him with a neighbor one week-end and go, off for one of our old good times? You'll have to forgive for-give him that Forgive them their uselessness. To some of them this terrible experiment experi-ment of war has come just at the wrong time. It's hard to go back into college, it's harder still to get into employment for which they're not fitted. They will drift The big boy just out of uniform will come down late to breakfast and little sister will look questioningly at you. Is she supposed to hang around until 10 o'clock to cook eggs for Billy? You will suggest to him that he might like to see Uncle Joe about going into the paper mill, or Cousin Roger about a job at the hotel He will nod, his mouth full of your good waffles, but he won't go to see either. A spring has been broken in his young fine make-up, and it may be months before that spring is re- IX V " VI They are bitter end cynical. . , , Wives, mothers and friends of returning veterans find that the young men they used to know and love have come back strangely different. They are bitter and cynical often. They are unsettled, difficult, touchy. They want to be shocking in ideas, attitudes and speech, in many cases. They are difficult to live with. Many won't fit into any job. They just sit around the house, morose and dull, or else tire-somely tire-somely garrulous. Going back to school under the G. I. Bill of Rights doesn't look attrac' tive to many men. There just doesn't seem to be anything they really want to do. Some have gnawing consciences con-sciences about incidents while they were away. Maybe they got involved in some black market deal. A number have been unfaithful to their wives while enduring the loneliness and misery of war in distant lands. All this. Miss Norris says, must be forgiven. These men have survived terrible experiences, experi-ences, particularly horrible to young, impressionable soldiers. built, and be is geared to normal home life again. Recovery is Slow. Forgive him, you mothers of wounded boys, his hypochrondia. He's been hurt, patched, bandaged, he's been in splints or on crutches; his young blood and young courage and . young strength has , been drained away from him, and he can't regain what he has lost in a hurry. He'll be fretful, talk symptoms, symp-toms, bore you all with his phyical history. Not for long, but until he gets on his feet in nerves and mind and soul and body again. And finally, some of you wives forgive for-give him that he put someone else in your place, for awhile. In loneliness loneli-ness and distance men need women for comfort, and when any friendly, attractive woman is near, home seems very far away. When he comes back to you, and perhaps blurts out his regret and his surprise sur-prise at what he did, forgive him then. It is part of the total world ruin of war that so many wives find it impossible to forgive this one thing. But it isn't the worst offense a tired, lonely, hungry, despairing despair-ing man ever committed. Cruelty and injustice and abuse of power these crimes leave deep scars. But reaching out wearily for companionship companion-ship and affection, when the home affection and companionship for which he longs is not accessible, this is some thing to be forgiven and forgotten. As we forgive those who trespass against us, we aD are to be forgiven some day. Lay up in the spiritual banks for yourself an emergency fund of divine forgiveness. FOOD NEEDS STILL LARGE Large quantities of food are still needed, despite the happy changes in the war situation. Recent reductions re-ductions in government requirements require-ments for eanned vegetables will permit civilians to have 10,000,000 more cases from the 1945 pack than was formerly planned, but total food requirements are so high fhat civilians civil-ians will get about 10 per cent less canned vegetables than from the 1944 pack. There has also been a downward revision in the set aside of canned fruit and fruit juices. 1 Jr Flavor Peliqhts Millions m "Thi Grains kit Brest Foods" Keuogg't Corn Flakes bring you nearly all 7S " A tha protective food element! of the wbola I fl ft f 1 f 4 grain declared eaaential to human nutrition. J f. II ft FJ o f LAKES .. FOR BETTER BAKING The Baking Powder with the BALANCED Double Action Clabber Girl ts today's baking powder pow-der , . , the natural choice for Jhe modern recipe. Its balanced double action guarantees Just the right action In tha mixing bowl, plus that final ris to light and fluffy flavor In tha oven. in.-s ttMQ ".tt-i -O ' : a The War Is Over, but We Must Pay for It . . For the Last Time, America, Buy Extra Bonds 1 fast-acting chest rub that willnot irritate child's tender skin Remember, your child's skin ia thinner, mora delicate than yours. He needs a chert rub that's good and gentle. Get the prompt, really effective results you want the soothing, modern way , . , just rub on Mentholatum. With no Irritation to delicate normal akin, Mentholatura helps ease away aorenem and tightness from cough-wracked achingebestmua-clea achingebestmua-clea . . . vapor rise high into nasal passages, pas-sages, down into irritated bronchial tubes. Coughing spasms quiet down your child rests better. Get gentle Mentholatum today. Jars, tubes BO. Kan I'jpjff 4 y : :J. your car your firuclr yoursolff Farm folks know you can't trust winter weather. You have to be prepared for blizzards at any time. Highways that are clear today may be dangerous skidways tomorrow with fresh fallen snow hiding treacherous patches of ice. That's why weed tire chains are found on millions of farm cars and trucks. This would be a bad winter in which to lose the use of your car or truck through a skid crash, for new vehicles ars still scarce. So are new tires and good recaps. Better look after your tire chains right away. For when your wheels spin in snow or on ice, the heat quickly damages your tires. Repair serviceable used chains and, if you need new ones, tell your weed chain dealer at once. WEED AMERICAN iA Bar-RtlaforceJ'Mort thctht Y'l Greater Sa fety-Longer Miltwf fiU, r WKUIl lit TIKI CHAIKS h A Mi i When Tires Slip- Weed Chains Grip A,CCO in uiistnta jor rear zajtty |