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Show THE SAUNA SUN, SAUNA, UTAH SsfraoreWiMeooWni 8rOooboooeiWW'lHjioeor OTflE o American mwmwwW osWiposaesa fWsSooeoooe JOSSELYNS WIFE L MARRIED LIFE This Is a story of married life But and a wife's great love. there's nothing humdrum about that same married life far from It. There's Ideal love In It, and Jealousy and even mutsler. And at the end the triumph of a wife's love. In the beginning Ellen Latimer la disclosed as a girl pretty, Fate transpoor and tslented. ports her to Baris studios and then to the luxurious life of wealthy New York. Fate marries her to an attractive fellow, son of a rich man and talented as an artist. Fate gives her a devoted husband and the Joys of Then fate love almost Ideal. brings In a young and attractive stepmother, who maneuvers her way between husband and wife. The wife Is torn by Jealousy. Finally she believes the worst, ller husbands father also believes the worst. Father accuses son and strikes him, ordering him from the house. And then fate strikes Its hardest blow. The father Is found dead In his study under circumstances that point to murder. The son Is arrested for murder. The wife Is obliged to tell of the quarrel. Circumstantial evidence closes tightly around her husband. But he convinces her that he la Innocent. ller love triumphs and she stands by him to the end which Is something far different from being executed for murder. The author? Kathleen Norris, one of the best of our American novelists. She was born, brought up and married In San Francisco. At first she wrote short stories for the magazines. Her first novel was commended by William Dean Howells. Since then her puhllo has been large. She has a long list of novels to her credit, Including 'Mother, "The Story of Julia Page," "The Heart ," of Rachel," "The Rich Mrs. "Sisters and "Harriet and the Piper." Bur-goyne- CHAPTER I Ellen Latimer reuclied fhe big station Just before the rain began to full. Bhe went past the puper stand, where laden men were slapping down pennies and rushing on with hardly a perceptible pause, and where all the pretty girts In the world were smiling from the brilliant covers of magazines; girls peeling pumpkins. In demure kitchen ginghams; and girls furred to the eyes, going to football games with pennunts over their shoulders, for Thanksgiving was close at hand. She went past the clock that was watched by so many patient and eager eyes, anil cume to the special gate among a dozen gutes where a red boxed sign showed the words "Express Port Washington 6:22." She had spent (lie morning, as usual, at the Art Students leugue, but she had deliberately loitered about the city, all afternoon, In the hope that Ellis Thorpe would Join her on this train. Ellens destination was Port Washington, a quiet old village at the terminus of the line, but Ellis lived at Douglnston, which was a fashionable modern colony, four miles nearer New York. Ellen did not know him well : they had been Introduced on the train, and never met elsewhere. Ellis was only nineteen, still In high school, and the girl was more than three years older. They talked only of themselves as the train tore on Its noisy way. Ellen talked of her duys experiences at the Art league, and her starry beauty, and the flash of her blue eyes, under the hat, and the Infectious gayety of her laugh, lent the dull subject a sudden churm. Young Thorpe was personal In his replies; his was d the type that renders personalities In- and Ellen flushed with amusement and pleasure, and turned from his merciless stare to smile at her own reflection lu the dark car window. It was a lovely reflection. The laughing eyes were a deep Irish blue, with soft shadows and long sooty lashes accentuating their essential Innocence. The skin had a pure and healthy pallor, except on the high cheekbones, where there was a brilliant touch of color, and Ellens mouth was wide, like her Irish mothers, kindly, humorous, the thin Ups exquisitely red, the big teeth 6hlnlng. Her hair was a satiny blark. Ellen thought, herself, that she was pretty, but the thought rarely gave her any pleasure. What was the use of mere beauty If one lacked every other good thing In the world? She was poor, ambitious, eager for life. Ignorant as to the means of gaining her place in the world. Her fathers father had been a sea captain. He was an old man now, living with a vigorous widowed daughter, Ellen's Aunt Elsie. The two had made a home for Ellen and little Joe when Ellens father, several years nfter her mother, had died ten years ago. Ellen was twelve then, und sensitive, and Joe. at eight, was beginning to be unmanageable. Grandpa, Idle and shelved after a life of high adventure, resented their noise and their claims. And Aunt Elsies way of enjoying life was to worry and fret, fume and scold and fuss. Ellen went to the village school, and then to high school, always with the flread In her young heart that after offensive, high school she would have to "work. To her there seemed something dreadful In the Idea of becoming a working-womaShe decided that she would go away. If this necessity came upon her; she would become a nurse. In a trim white uniform, and there would be. In the hospital, a stunning young doctor. However, Just before her graduation, a miracle happened. On a certain July day, when there were a million roses In bloom In the old garden, Mrs. E. Sewall ltose came to call on Aunt Elsie. She was on her way to Sands Point, the fashionable colony of a score of seaside homes two miles away. She was large, perfumed, beautiful, and kindly. She kissed Ellen, and called her "Nellie Buckleys girl, and she told Ellen that she had loved her mother. They had been girls together In a convent hoarding school. The Buckleys were lovely people," said this enchanting visitor, "and Nellie wus an angel. They had a great deal of money then ; 1 went to drive with her many a time behind a pair of the handsomest horses you ever saw. Whatever happened. . . .? Aunt Elsie said something of speculations; it was all long ago. The Buck-ley- s were all scattered and dead. She sighed with sad enjoyment. The visitor cume upon some of Ellen's school work, and asked Ellen And Ellen told her with questions. shy eagerness tliut she had hoped to be an artist. Mrs. E. Sewall Rose asked her where she was going to study. Aunt Ellen answered this question. Ellen had no time for fooling; she was going to work ; they hud the boy to raise, and Father felt that they hud It was done all that duty required. time now for Ellen to realize that life wasn't all prettiness and play. She said It pleasantly enough, and the background of the comfortable home, and pretty Ellen, In her carefully made glnghum, and the plate of crullers and the decanter of wild cherry wine were all there to soften It. American Joe, with an umbrella, met her with the first rush of pure country air, at the station. Ellen, whose Celtic heart was always eagerly reaching for evidences of affection In this adored younger brother, thought this wonderfully sweet In Joe. He was a big, lumbering, loosely built lad of eighteen, In muddy boots, rough corduroy trousers, and with a gray sweater's rolling collar touching his enrs. Winter and summer Joe lived In this or a similar sweater. His untidy black hair fell In a long lock between his handsome black eyes; he grinned nmialily at his sister. Joe had declined high school, and had driven the village grocery wugon during his fifteenth year. Then he hud worked with the plumber, and the electrician. After that he had worked upon a private yacht for a whole summer, had lived In New York for a few months, deeply enjoying his Initiation Into the work of a cub reporter, and only two weeks ago, upon Grandpa Latimer becoming distrustful of the effect upon so young a boy of boarding In the city, Joe had Indifferently and good naturedly returned home, and engaged himself to Rates. Joe was utterly devoid of ambition. The Latimer house was on the right side of Main street, perhaps the tenth or twelfth In an unbroken line of fenced, village homes. All these houses were wooden, and simple of design : four windows separated by a porch door downstairs, five windows In an unbroken row upstairs, looking out upon the porch roof. There was a definite, primitive beauty about them ; they were old, and age had somewhat softened their ugliness; windows radiated their smnll-pnnehomely cheer. But Ellen saw no beauty here, she longed for one of the modern smaller houses up toward Flower hill; houses with bathrooms In them, and electric light, and fireplace and furnaces; houses with wide windows, nnd shingles and white paint. Her aunt nodded to her from the kitchen stove, and Ellen, who. had hung up her hat and coat, smiled back as she warmed her hands over the glow. There was a delicious smell In the kitchen. Ellen gave a deep smiling sigh at the sight of creamed mutton stew with dumplings, corn pudding and fried sweet potatoes. "Oo Aunty! What a good dinner! Im starving." Well, I hope youll get enough," Mrs. Baldwin suld, with the little nervous twitch of her countenance that passed for a smile. There's a letter for you up by the clock. Go tell grandpa suppers ready, and see If I've left anything off the table. Elleu escaped the tireless voice. She went Into the living room, a rather small room where the round table was An airtight already set for supper. stove was here, and near It sat old Captain Latimer, with his thin silky white hair brushed scrupulously, and his old carpet slippers resting on the nickel-plateshield of the stove. He She Was Poor, Ambitious, Eager for wore old gray trousers, nnd a brown Life, Ignorant as to the Means of Jacket lie called his Cadognn." nnd over his chest a tldn beard flowed, as Gaining Her Place in the World. white ns milk. Ills sharp eyes were E. Rose Mrs. Sewall But a week later blue, in a clean, weather-beatewrote to Aunt Elsie, and sent a check bright face. cover the all to that was expenses for Do, Ellin? he said. In a sharp, high Ellens first quarter at the Art Stuvoice. old Dont Elsie ppose to give Ellen mounted dents league. straight us no slipper tnlght? Into pnrudise. Ah, how she would "Two seconds, grandpa ! Ellen work, how she would advance, how Her eyes some all would he day they proud She fairly rushed Into It. She was were only for her letter, a big square the most earnest, the most tremblingly letter. Who was It from? Ah I It was from Mrs. Rose, of course. happy, of all the earnest, trembling beTwo minutes later the exulting Ellen ginners that fall. And she did succeed. was hack In the kitchen. und and her Her honesty, simplicity, Aunt Elsie, Isn't this wonderful? her pure and fiery ambition, made her a marked figure In the classes from the Isnt this just lovely. Mrs. Rose wants beginning. There were a great many me to go to her Thanksgiving house silly girls In the art classes, and a few party. Her son, thats Arthur, and the serious ones, like Ellen. The boys girl, Lucia, are going to have a lot of were dark, earnest young Hebrews for friends at llastlngs-on-IIudson- ! Oh. I the most part, risen from emigrant think shes a darling to want me. And sometimes here's my ticket and all my made-ove-r homes; poor, shabby, gray dress, nnd my lace dress hungry, but making steadily for their goal. Other boys were there, too, doesn't It Just seem as If my clothes lounging, unkempt youths, who mennt were made for this special thing? And she signs It: Your friend, Abby Carto "get Into tire newspaper game. Perhaps two or three times during naby Rose; I think Carnabys a stunthe winter Mrs. Rose asked her pro- ning name Thus Ellen, stuttering and stumbling tegee to lunch with her. She would he on a shopping trip, furred, and In her Joy and excitement, and all the scented with violets, and she would while automatically assisting In the make Ellen order nil sorts of expenprocess of "dishing up." They were all sive dishes. The girl went back to her hungry aud ate fast. Ellen propped work with a flushed face and a dancing her letter against the teapot and reheart. galed her family with the delights of So two terms, three terms, went by winter house parties among the upper And now Ellen was well Into a fourth, j classes; Joe listened with a grin; the and felt herself no nearer a livelihood old Captain drank his tea noisily from than she had been at the end of :he his saucer, and removed from his Bret. How did a woman begin to supmouth portions of the stew too hard Mrs. Baldwin, who port herself by art? Some of the boys for mastication. did really drift Into newspaper offices, had been a baby in anus fifty years but what they did there seemed to be before, a dutiful daughter, an admiring errands and answering the telephones comrade, was his mother now. she and rushing about town upon uninter- crushed the hard crusts of his toast, his tea, and saw esting Investigations, rather than sit- and Ellen could that he had plenty of soft food. He ting at drawing-boards- . not do that. Nor could she open a could no more offend her than might a studio on Washington Square, and go baby of two years. Joe's own conduct at the table was almost equally open to criticism. Ellen saw nothing and heard nothing; she was going to visit at a fashionable country house; she was beginning to live I There were difficulties to be mef, of course. The first was the surprising resentment of Aunt Elsie. Thanksgiving was a home day. Aunt Elsie didnt like the Idea of Ellen going off with a lot of godless people ; dundng, as likely as not, getting her head full of d Ideas Well, I don't like the Idea of Ellen anThanksgiving! swered, trying not to sound Impertinent. We all eat too much, and the house gets too hot, and youre working for three days baking and fussing! She did not dream that she struck to her aunts heart. The national holiday was a sacred Institution to Mrs. Baldwin. And now Ellen Ellen was disparaging Thanksgiving ! The two were In Ellens bedroom when this conversation took place, and Mrs. Baldwin turned and went downstairs without a word. Ellen stood room, still, In the center of the her face flushed with shame, the gaudy patchwork quilt she was about to bed hangspread over her newly-mad- e ing from her hands. Her heart smote her. They would miss her on Thanksgiving day. But whut could she do? Nothing In life seemed so important as Mrs. Roses wonderful Invitation. When she went downstairs there was a decided chill in her aunts attitude. It was Sunday, and the older woman was neatly dressed for church. She enjoyed church, and would cotne home at half-pas- t twelve rosy from the cold air and full of kindly gossip. She would walk down to the post office for the mall, too; there was rarely any mall, but all the world of Port Washington would be there. Ellen would have liked to sew on her fancy-worbut her aunt would not let her sew on Sunday. So she began to read. ' She felt guilty. She wished that she were heroic enough to give up the Rose week-en- d and stay here and help Aunt Elsie through Thanksgiving. Mrs. Baldwin brought back one letter, after all. It was from Mrs. Rose, for Ellen. It said that Mrs. Rose was delighted that Ellen could be with them, and that she would expect her on the two oclock train from New York on Friday! So that Ellen would have Thanksgiving at home, after all. The question of clothes remained. Even when Ellen had run fresh ribbons Into her best underweur, and had washed her one pair of silk stockings, and had pressed the cheap yet dainty lace gown, and basted fresh frills into the neck and cuffs of the made-ovgray velvet; even then she felt some misgivings. She had the dresses, but She what about all the accessories? woke, in the cold winter mornings, filled with wretched doubts. But at night, when her lamp, and the stove downstairs, had somewhat warmed her room, she sat at her mirror, and looked at the lovely vision of rosy cheeks and shy eyes and loosened black hair; and the red lips would curve In spite of themselves Into a confident smile. Might she be the belle of the whole party? . . . Might they all admire her? Might It be a glorious triumph for the newcomer, the beginning of wonderful things? Ellen would jump between the cold, heavy sheets with a smile in her eyes, and go off to dreams of glory. crack-braine- absent-mindedl- I J over-sweeten- Ilon Supplied by the News Service.) te NAMED ADJUTANT fOR CALIFORNIA From keeping records for the University of California, James K. Fisk has graduated to keeping records for the California department of the American Legion. Fisk was appointed department adjutant on July 1 by Department Commander Janies E. Collins, upon the resignation of Morton Keaton, who had been department for three years. For 17 years Fisk was connected with the university. During ten of those years he had been assistant recorder. As assistant chairman of music and drama, he assisted in bringing to the Greek theater at the university mnny of the worlds noted dramatic stars. From the time of its organization Fisk has been active In the work of Berkeley post of the Legion. He is a past commander of the post. He is d Ice-col- d er n 1 use methods In public speeches were taken by members of the American Legion at Buffalo, N. Y., recently as the outcome of a clash between members of the Legtin and Proletarian party orators. As the climax of a series of speeches of radicals in square, Legion meu on the eve of Flag day put to rout a Proletarian speaker, who, standing In the shadow of a monument In memory of the nations dead defenders, was hurling philippics against the nation, the flag milk-feand all The patriots. a man, took to his Chicago speaker, heels and sought refuge at the Proletarian headquarters. He attempted to obtain a warrant against the Legionnaire who pushed him from his soap box, but the judge refused to Issue one, stating that the man did his duty. The Legion men then made an insistent demand to city officials that an end be brought to all public speeches, such as are being vomited by Reds In Lafayette square, and such as would Incite a riot by any group of patriotic men exposed to the spleen. Both Mayor Schwab and Commissioner Meahl agreed to revoke permits of all radical parties that have been allowed to speak in public places, such as Lafayette square. In commenting upon the action of the Legionnaires of Buffalo in dispersing the radical meeting, Garland W. Powell, national director, Americanism commission of the American LeThe action taken by pa gion, said: triots in Buffalo was not an official act of the American Legion. However, I am proud to state that no American will allow any man to slander those men who sacrificed their all in defense of their country." In this regard, the Americanism commission of the Legion has taken steps to preclude the unpatriotic ac-tivitleg of organizations advocating the repeal of all sedition and criminal laws syndicalist throughout the United States. These people are also free speech, speech of advocating the kind that allows the advocacy of the overthrow of our government by force of arms, which means tli of the government which jwar-antefree speech. Police Chief Zimmerman of Buffalo stated the case of free speech when, as a reaction to the Lafayette square It is all very well affair, he said : to talk about free speech but when speakers overstep the bounds they have got to be muzzled, with an Iron hand if necessary. (Copy for This Department about from office to office of the magazines selling pictures. A deep discontent fell upon her, and she began to turn to the world-olrefuge of women : she would marry. Then, when the urgent financial question was laid at rest, she might begin to make her way. And Steps of national dimensions to curb the activities of radical elements who legion By KATHLEEN NORRIS Copyright tT KarKleea Norria ACTION TO CHECK RADICAL ELEMENT What is to be the experience of thl shy country girl on her first trip into the world? (TO BE CONTINUED.) Easily Recall Voice Heard on Telephone Is a voice a better identification tag than a face? Telephone eperntors say voices are more eusily recognized and they ought to know they hear enough of them. Voices, they assert, are more personal than faces. Faces may beur resemblance, but a voice Is distinctly Individual. "I find it comparatively easy to associate voices with names, although I do not recognize transient callers, says a woman who has been prlvata branch exchange operator for the Philadelphia board of education for more than six years. In that time she has familiarized herself with the names and voices of the entire school administration staff, most of the school principals and hundreds of school teachers. Of course. If I were to meet them on the street I should fall to recognize them, she admits, but I havs learned to know the voices and to catalogue them mentally. If a person calls more than once and leaves his name, I usually remember both his name and his voice. If he calls again I endeavor, of course, to call him by name. Gives Us a Merry Run We pursue happiness as a kitten pursues Its tall And, like the kitten, we enjoy the chase, even though it U unsuccessful. Boston Transcript. I t ii . tv-thro- es James K. Fisk. Legion Comes to Aid of Buddy and Family now, for the second year, holding the chairmanship of the department Americanization committee, where his work has attracted national attention. He has taken a leading part In civic affairs. When the war came Fisk was made a first lieutenant In the signal corps and was assigned to the personnel branch of the aviation service at Washington for about a year. He entered active flying at Bolling field and at March field. He qualified as a pilot and was ready to go overseas when the armistice was signed. Things looked pretty bad for Ed Rowland of Okanogan, Wash., disabled veteran of the World war, when his case came to the attention of the American Legion of Okanogan. In September, 1918, Ed volunteered to help clear out a German machine gun nest that was holding up the advance of his company In the Argonne forest. He eliminated the troublesome machine gun by killing the gund ner In a fight. But not until a bullet from a German Luger had ploughed through his body, piercLeague Floods Boston ing his liver and Intestines and leav- - ' With Appeals for Aid ing the walls of his abdomen so badly torn that he narrowly escaped ImAn organization known as the Namediate death from his wounds. The tional Disabled Soldiers league, all his doctors fees, which has been flooding Boston with government paid and furnished expenses, hospital appeals for aid for disabled service back to the United transportation men, was denounced recently by Gen. States ; nor was that all ; they saw Clarence R. Edwards, state commander to it that he got twenty-fiv- e dollars of the American Legion. Circulars achis wife and that every days, thirty companied by lead pencils, sent to three children should not want for various business organizations and anything. firms, by the League, read as follows: Ed did not want to presume upon Here are five excellent-qualit- y penthe government, but recently he came cils. We had to pay for them. They down with the scarlet fever and musare useful to you. One 'dollar Is more tered up courage to put in a request than they are worth, but If you will an Increased compensation allow- for send It the profit will help us In our ance. The government couldn't fight to better the sad lot confronting for Ed just then. anything the disabled soldier. General EdAmerican Legion heard about The wards pointed out that this organizaEld aud believing that something could tion recently ran afoul of the law, and be done for him, representatives of he expressed Indignation that It Is the Okanogan County post of the making such appeals. Don't give them went before the board of coma nickel, was the advice given the Legion missioners to solicit an appropriation public by the general. from the county soldiers relief fund. It was granted, and will tide him over until the recently passed Large Amount Is Spent rehabilitation law comes to his hand-to-han- Reed-John-so- n in Legion Relief Work John R. Quinn, national commander of the American Legion, In pointing out to Minnesota Legionnaires recently what the Legion has done In welfare work declared: In addition to the aid given by the 1,200 Legion posts throughout the nation, the Legion national rehabilitation and welfare committee alone has spent more than $07,000 In the past 12 months In relief work. The American Legion Is a mother. Mothers don't ask futile questions when their children are In need of aid. They give the aid or see that It Is given." Bureau Officials Now Make Final Decisions Rehabilitation officials in subdistrict offices of the United States veterans bureau now have authority to make final decisions on matters relating to training and relnductlon into training of bureau trainees, as a result of a general order issued by General Hines, director of the veterans bureau. The decentralization of the bureau's activities came as the result of two and a half years agitation on the part of the American Legion, which pointed out that decentralization woull exii-dltadministration and relief fra tbi veterans. e permanent relief. Will Permit Trainees to Retain Their Books Through the instrumentality of the American Legion recently an order was issued froir the United States Veterans bureau which permits rehabilitated vocational trainers to retain their books and supplies furnished them by the government for use during their training. Heretofore It has been the policy of the bureau to insist upon the return of all to books and materials charged trainees upon the completion of this course. The Legion argued that this material when returned to the government was second-hanand had little or no salvage value, whereas it would be s real asset to the graduated d trainee. H on Attendance Prize In a parade celebrating the 255th anniversary of Woodbrldge township, New Jersey, the American Legion post of Highland Park won the one hundred dollar first prize offered for the post of the Legion with the best percentage of attendance. Every town, borough and municipality within a radius of twenty miles was represented In the parade. |