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Show TI IE tilt TIMES-NEW- NEPHI, UTAH S, of house or clearing, but aha followed hla gesture and nodded "Under the mountains?" ahe said. "At the foot of Thunder canyon. You can eee a gap In the pines. There's a waterfall Just above that Now you've got It. white streak. Where you come from'i to the south, away yonder." Joan would not turn her head. "Yes," said she, "I know." Suddenly tears rushed to her eyes. She had a moment of unbearable longing and regret. Pierre said nothing; he was not watching her. "Come on," said he, "or your father will be takln' after us." They rode at a gallop down the hill BRANDING CHAPTER III COPYRIGHT NEW LIN BUBT. a white silk handkerchief best, 8YNOP8I3 Joan Ijftndls, eighteen year old, wife of Pierre, ia the daughter of John Carver, who mur- dered hr mother for adultery. Her lon)y life, with her father, In a Wyimlng oabln, unbearable, Joan leaves him to work In a hotel In a nearby town. CHAPTER II Two Picture BY. KATHARINE Continued. 2 If Joan had stayed long at Mrs. Upper's, she would have begun Inevitably to model herself on Maud, who was, In her eyes, a marvelous thing of beauty. But, Just a week after her arrival, there came to the Inn Pierre Landls and for Joan began the strange and terrible history of love. In the lives of most women, of the vast majority, the clatter and clash f housewifery prelude and postlude the spring song of their years. And the rattle of dishes, of busy knives and forks, the quick tapping of Maud's attendant feet, the sound of young and ravenous Jaws at work: these Bounds were In Joan's bewildered ears, and the sights which they accompa- knot- ted under his chin, leather "chaps," bright spurs, a sombrero on his head. His face was grave, excited, wistful. At sight of Joan he moved forward, the pony trailing after him at the full length of Its reins ; and, stopping before her, Pierre took off the sombrero, slowly stripped the gauntlet from his right hand, and, pressing both hat and glove against his hip with the left hand, held out the free, clean palm to Joan. "Good-by,- " said he, "unless you'll be comin' with me after all?" ' Joan felt again that rush of fire to her brows. She took his hand and her fingers closed around It like the frightened, lonely fingers of a little girl. She came near to him and looked up. "I'll be comin' with you, Pierre," she said. Just above her breath. He shot up a full Inch, stiffened, searched her with smoldering eyes, then held her hard against him. "You'll not be sorry, Joan Carver," said he gently and put her away from him. Then, unsmiling, he bade her go In and get her belongings while he got her a horse and told his newa to Mrs. Upper. nied in her bewildered eyes, Just beThat ride was dreamlike to Joan. fore she heard Pierre's voice, Just be- Pierre put her In her saddle and she fore she saw his face. rode after him across the Square and It was dinner hour at the hotel, an along a road flanked by the ugly hour most dreadful to Joan because houses of tlie town. "Where are we of the hurry, the strangeness and the she asked crowd, because of the responsibility of him timidly. her work, but chiefly because at that He stopped at that, turned, and, hour she expected the appearance of resting his hand on the cantle of his her father. Her eyes were often on saddle, smiled at her for the first the door. It opened to admit the time. "Don't you savvy the answer to that young men, the riders and ranchers who hung up their hats, swaggered question, Joan?" with a little Jingle of spurs to their She shook her head. clean-handeThe smile faded. "We're goln to chairs; clean-faceand lifting to the fares of the be married," said he sternly, and they waiting girls now and again their rode on. Rtrange, young, brooding eyes, bold, They were married by the Justice, laughing and afraid, hungry, pathetic, a pleasant, silent fellow, who with arrogant, as the eyes of young men western courtesy, asked no more ques- are, tameless and untamable, but full of the pathos of the untamed. Joan's heart shook a little under their looks, but when Pierre lifted his eyes to her, her heart stood still. She had not seen them following her progress around the room. He had come In late, and finding no place at the long, central table sat apart at a smaller one under a high, uncurtained window. By the time she met his eyes they were charged with light; smoky-tlu- e eyes they were, the Iris heavily ringed with black, the pnplls dilated little. For the first time It occurred to Joan, looking down with a still heart Into his eyes, that a man might fce beautiful. The blood came up from her heart to her face. Her eyes atruggled away from his. "What's yer name, gel?" murmured wet-haire- d, 'iSpf Pierre. "Joan Carver." "Yon run away from home?" oo had heard of her. "Yes." "Will your father be takln' back?" "I won't lie you be goln' with him." She was about to pass on. Pierre east a swift look about the table bent heads and busy hands, eyes cast down, ears, he knew, alert. It was a land of few women and of many men. He must leave In the morning early and for months he would not be back. He put out a long, hard hand, caught Joan's wrist and gave It a queer, urgent shake, the gesture of an Impatient and beseeching child. "Will you be comin' home with me, gel?" asked Pierre hurriedly. She looked at him, her lips apnrt, and she shook her head. Maud's voice screnmed at her from the kitchen door. Pierre let her go. She went on, very white. She did not sleep at all that night. Her father's face, Pierre's face, looked at her. In the morning Pierre would be gone. She had henrd Maud sny that the "queer Landls feller would be makln' tracks back to that ranch of his arrost the river." Yes, he would be gone. She might have been going with him. She felt the urgent pressure of Ms hand on her arm. In her heart. It shook hpr with such a longing for love, for all the unknown largesse of love, that she cried. The aext morning, pale, she came down and went about her work. Pierre was not at breakfast, and she felt a sinking of heart, though she had not known that she bad built upon seeing him Bpnln. Then, as she stepped out at the bar 10 empty a bucket, there he wast of rtnwn could Not even the beauty lend mystery to the hideous, littered yard, untMv as the yards of frontier towns Invariably are, to the board fence, to the trampled baif acre of dirt, known ns "The Square." and to the ugly frame buildings sfrntrgied boat It; but It could and did give an unearthly look of blessedness to the butfes that ringed hare, (ft iind a glory to the sky, while the town his pony's tipon rierre. waiting at and tender head. It shed a magical tlgat. He wss tfressed In hU cowboy'a "Will You Be Comin Geir Home With Me, tlons than were absolutely needful, and In fifteen minutes Joan mounted her horse again, a ring on the third finger of her left hand. "Now," said Pierre, standing at her stirrup, his shining, smoke-blueyes lifted to her, his hand on her boot, "you'll be wantln" some things some clothes?" "No," snld Jonn. "Maud went with me an' helped m buy things with my pay Just yesterduy. I won't be needin' anything." "All right," said he. "We're off. then!" And he flung himself with a sudden wild, boyish "Whoopee !" on his pony, gave a clip to Joan's horse and his own, and away they galloped, a pair of young, wild things, out from the town through a straggling street to where the road boldly stretched Itself toward a great Innd of sagebrush, of buttes humping their backs against the brilliant sky. Down the valley they rode, trotting, wnlklng, galloping, till, turning westward, they mounted a sharp slope and came up above the plain. Below, In the heart of the long, narrow valley, the river coiled and wandered, divided and came together again Into a swift stream, amongst aspen Islands and willow swamps. Beyond this stranire, the cot ton woods belonely river-began, and. above them, the pine forests massed themselves and strode up the foothills of the gigantic range, thut range of Iron rocks, sharp, thin and brittle where they scraped the sky. At the top of the hill, rierre put out his hand and pulled Joan's rein, drawing her to a atop beside him. "Over yonder'a my ranch," said he. Joan looked. There waa sot a sign e 1 the Fire. In xne period which followed had a quality of breathless, almost unearthly happiness. They were young, savage, elmple, and their love, unanalyzed, was as Joyous as the loves of animals: Joyous with that clear gravity charac terlstlc of the boy and girl. Pierre had been terribly alone before Joen came, and the building-uof his ranch had occupied his mind day and night except now and again, for dreams. Yet he was of a passionate nature. Joan felt In him sometimes a savage poRsl blllty of violence. Two Incidents of this time blazed themselves especially on her memory : the one, her father's visit, the other, an Irrelevant enough picture until after events threw back a glare upon It. They had been at Pierre's ranch for a fortnight before John Carver found them. Then, one morning, as Pierre opened the door to go out to work, Joan saw a thin, red pony tied to the fence and a small figure walking toward the cabin. "Pierre, it's father I" she said. And Pierre stopped In his tracks, drew himself up and waited, hands on his cartridge belt. How mean and old and furtive her father looked In contrast to this beautiful young husband! Joan was enShe leaned against tirely unafraid. the side of the door and watched, as silent and unconsulted as any squaw, while the two men settled their property rights In her. "So you've took my gel," said John Carver, stopping a foot or two in front of Pierre, his eyes shifting up and down, one long hand fingering his Hps. Pierre answered courteously. "Some man was bound to hev her. Mr. Car ver, soon or late. You can't set your face ag'ln' the laws of natur'. Will you be steppln' In? Joan will give you some breakfast." Carver paid no heed to the Invitation. "Hev you married her?" said he. The blood rose to Pierre's brown face. "Sure I hev." "Well, sir, you hev married ine darter of a " Carver used a brutal word. "Look out for her. If you see her eyes lookln' an' lookln' at another man, you kin know what's to come." Pierre was white. "I've done with her. She kin never come to me fer bite or bed. Shoot her If you hev to, Pierre Landls, but when she's kotched at her mother's game don't send her back to me. That's all I come to say." He turned with Umber agility and went back to his horse. He was on It and off, galloping madly across" the sagebrush flat. Pierre turned and walked Into the house past Joan without a word. She still leaned against the door, but her head was bent. Presently she went about her housework. Every now and then she shot s. wistful look at Pierre. All morning long he sat there, bis hands hanging between his knees, his eyes full of a brooding trouble. At noon he shook his head, got up, and, still without word or caress, he strode out and did not come back till dark. Joan suffered heartache and terror. When he came she ran Into his arms. He kissed her, seemed quite himself again, and the strange Interview was never mentioned by either of them. They were silent people, given to feelings and to action rather than to thoughts and p words. The other memory was of a certain sunset hour when she enme at Pierre's call out to the shed he had built at one side of their cabin. Its open side fuced the west, anil as Joan cume har shadow went before her and fell across Pierre nt work. The flame of the west gave a weird pallor to the flames over which he bent, lie was whistling and hammering at a ion,? piece of Iron. Joan came and stood beside him. Suddenly he straightened np and held In the Blr a bar of metal, the shaped end white hot. Jonn blinked. 'That's our brand, gel," snld Pierre. "Don't you fergit It. When I've made my fortune there'll be stork all over the country marked with them two bars. Thnfll be famous the Two-Ba- r brand. Don't you fergit It, Jonn." And he brought the white Iron close so that she felt Its heat on her face and drew back, flinching. He laughed, let It fall, and kissed her. Joan was very glad and proud. ' (TO HE CONTINUED) Woman. Bank President The distinction of being the onlj woman bank president In Illinois ha fallen to the lot of Mrs. Flora McCor-mlcof Emden, who succeeded to tint position upon the death of her husband. She Is not the only member of her family connected with the bank, ai her four sons hold positions one as cashier, one as teller. and two a bookkeeper. During the life of her husband she was frequently called Into consultation on financial affairs, and she was well versed In the technicalities of th business before she assumed charge of die bank New or Tl ... I J k ' I WD'5 W) SCOUTS BOY WWOUD McCormick's Wait for Bride Is Over "Everything comes to him who waits." So says the proverb and It's come true In the case of Aliister the young Chicago society man and heir to McCormlck millions. Not that he got Mary Landon Baker as his bride. But he did get a bride who did not keep him waiting at the 9 it I church. This bride, Joan Tyndale Steven Is eighteen, the daughter of the Hon. Mrs. Charles Melton Astley, a niece of Lord Hastings and a member of an old English family quite as disV . tinguished, to say the least, as the Bakers of Chicago. They say she K "yisi plays a good game of tennis, Is an accomplished horsewoman, a graceful dancer, an expert swimmer and a brilliant conversationalistall of which made a hit with Aliister, even though he was still figuratively waiting at the church for the third year for Mary. CX.; r it! Aliister and his new love met at Le and the young Chicagoan perked up so thoroughly that In 18 Toqueville days he had gained Joan's consent. They were married In Paris. l a ir--- Spain's Dictator Eyes Latin America Spain has followed the prevailing In Europe and has a dictator, Gen. Prirao Rivera. But Spain's dictatorship has some frills peculiarly Its own. It was Spain's efforts at Imperialism that brought on the revolution and now Spain Is preparing to fb& challenge the Monroe doctrine. Spain's dreams of conquest led her to undertake a disastrous campaign In Morocco, In which Spanish arms suffered so many disastrous defeats that the army got tired of It and played the role of the Italian Fascista. The result is that the Cortes was dissolved, the cabinet resigned and a military directorate was formed with Rivera at its head. King Alfonso, of course, acquiesced in the coup d'etat and thereby Joined the society of dummy kings of Europe. Learning nothing from the Moroccan fiasco, Spain 1 now reported to be Drenarine to revlv an old nrnlert for federation between Itself and the Spanish-speakincountries of South America. Here's Spain's Idea: "The real horizon of Spain lies toward South America, Instead of Morocco. We first wish the creation of a United States of South America, stretching as far north as the Panama canal, and then a federation between this new state and Spain, which will have strength and prestige to negotiate with the United States and other great powers on equal terms." fashion g Dr. Meiklejohn and Amherst College The resignation by request of the trustees of President Alexander Meiklejohn of Amherst college In Massachusetts still continues to agitate the r kt American educational world. Amherst was founded a century ago by the Congregational church, mainly to educate for the ministry and for the teaching profession. Of late years It has been quite prominent. President Meiklejohn's resignation indicates an Interesting struggle between the old and the new. The questions raised by the retiring president are several, but the main one seems to be this: Shall trustees and other outside Influences be abolished in all higher educational Institutions and control given to the faculty? Dr. Meiklejohn sets forth In the Century Mugiitlne his own views on the question, "To whom are 'we' the professors and presidents responsiaft I'diri r ai ble?" He says in part: "Since I am not responsible to student or parent, to cburcb! or douor, to public or graduate, to trustee or state, then I am responsible to no one outside myself; I am responsible to myself alone. This Is a bad argument because responsibility is an external relation. . . . Scholars as well as other men do owe allegiance; they are responsible. . . . There are, I think, two relationships In which the scholar feels and acknowledges The first and lesser of these Is the relation to other teachers responsibility. and scholars, to other seekers after the truth. The second and greater resonsibllIty is that which 'we feel and acknowledge toward the truth Itself. In these two, so far as nn answer to our question Is possible at all, the answer will, I think, be found." J ft Von Kahr, Bavarian Military Dictator Even a Philadelphia lawyer could not unscramble the German eggs. However, here Is a new portrait of Dr. Onstav Von Kahr, former premier of Bavaria. At this writing he Is general commissioner nnder a state of "ausnnhme rustand" (exceptional condition) which Is to say that he Is a military dictator and also premier of Bavaria. Upon receipt of the news the German government at Berlin Issued a derree proclaiming the same state of siege for all Germany, end placing all executive power In the hand of Minister of Defense Gessler. The statement was given out for publication that this was done to strengthen Bavaria's hands against a possible uprising. According to other views Berlin regarded Bavaria's action as a ' move toward the establshment of an Independent state with Prince as king. r . . fln.S 'on vnnr is an avowed '""""r monarchist, but says Bavaria has no Intention of setting np housekeeping for " . ittnir v.fiIi.i.,. .... . t.i. ,. ... inuuii . whi .io rornia the nsvartans . . to -Itnv Imiai In ihm nntlnnnl trttarnrnMit Vam trnt i. - t,,. . . , . Dut enjoys i the confidence of all Roman Catholic Bavaria. '. L0 2 J Itup-prec- ... ruii-inni- Conducted by National Council of Scoutai of America.) th Boy PRIMA DONNA SCOUTS' PAL Madame Ernestine Schumann-Helnhas a special place in her heart for the boy scouts. A promise made by her eighteen months ago to the scouts of Boise, Idaho, to go cuuiping with them and sing for them around the campflre, Is still unfulfilled, but that uie great prima uouiia nus luruLieu neither her promise nor her scout friends Is shown In the following letter recently sent by her to the scouts of Boise. : "My Dearly Beloved Scout-Son- s "Don't lose faith In me, please. If you knew how hard I work, after I f was two and months 111, near dying; how I had to nittke up all the postponed concerts and bank and house oh, gee, all sorts of tilings to attend to, you would forgive my not coming or writing. You see, boys, I am, with all my many thousands of friends and own family, alone. There Is no loving husband. Since twenty-on- e years I lost the fine, dear father of my children, and since I am to fulfill the duties of father and mother, and sing besides. As you know, my children now all are married, have their own children. I am free, so you think, to run around' and around and enjoy life, but not I. My duties are ' Just as great, and even harder, though I love It and I am happy to be 'the most necessary fact' In many questions. "This year's vacation I used to fix my new home, where I will live till tlie Great Caller comes whom we all have to follow peacefully. I am still singing, so I hope, for four years more before I retire. Then I shall have been singing fifty years and close my career with my golden Jubilee. - To see you all once more, beloved children o' mine, and be with you 'round a campflre and telling you some stories and facts of my life, shall be one of my dearest duties to fulfill, and when you are men and come near my home In California, sooner or later, you will be very welcome there, every one of you. "My best love and wishes are with you and yours and beautiful, great Idaho, and the Boise City people. "Devotedly, faithfully, (Signed) " 'MOTHER' ERNESTINE k one-hal- SCOUTS PLAN BIG GOOD TURN The forces of the Boy Scouts of America are to be drawn up in a n-wide civic good turn In the form of assistance In community campaigns. The executive board. Boy Scouts of America, has recently given official backing to scouts' help in organized effort, to rid the land of the malignant rodent. That scouting's standards of fair play and humane Ideals will in no wise be endangered by scouts' participation In the extermination of the pests, Is cited by Dr. W. T. Hornaday, director of the New York Zoological park, known the world over for his high sportsmanship and sympathetic knowledge of animal life. "I cannot conceive of a more laud able use of the surplus energies of the boy scouts than In helping in the task of bringing about the total extinction of the common rat, the recognized pest throughout the world," says Doctor Hornaday. "The boy scouts should be commended and encouraged In the ruthless killing of rats. If the loss of the millions of dollars to agriculture and the trade, caused by these animals. Is not sufficient to Justify destruction, then consider the further menace as the carriers of many contagious diseases which they alone are the means of scattering broadcast. In my opinion there Is no dungertif Impairing the morals of boy scouts or encouraging ruthless slaughter of wild animals while engaged In the extermination of these loathsome pests. If the Boy Scouts of America should be the means of killing off all domestic rats and rodents they would be entitled to a medal and a monument a mile high to show the appreciation of the world In general." natio- g THE PRESIDENT ON 8C0UTING President Coolldge Is a firm believer In the boy scriut movement. "Your organization," he has snld to the scouts, "serves to preserve and bM1 out valuable traits, and I believe that the Boy Scouts of America have a great future before them and constitute a real force working for good THE BOY SCOUT GOAL "We are primarily concerned in holldlng out of the boyhood of today, a manhood for tomorrow a manhood equipped physically, mentally fiiy t 1 morally, not only to meet tl prob lems of the home, the city and the na but the tMn, problems of the world It it a grand and gtnrloug opportunity which we scout leaders hnve. May 6od give us strength and wisdom to do the Job well." James E. West. twt- - seout executive It |