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Show él tl <a - ---- THE TIMES-INDEPENDENT, MOAB, UTAH for 9 a ARISH ICYIES © KATHLEEN NORRIS-WNU Ave CHAPTER IX-Continued -9- ey, And t , what'd you go to the library Sheila?" Joe. You see, when I went pack that blue purse-and it, Ma, but my money's to I here , I left it home! Well, and then, , when I went to the Mc Canns, L§ ‘give back the money, I got my- ‘AD up like a beggar, eas ® that t bui'e? they'd Well, remember?- feel it sorry seems for that me, this Ger- nde Keane, whose purse it was, is THO ward of the Mc Canns-her fa- Senay OF and mother mks died when she was He, and she grew up with the Mc s. And Peter McCann was right re-and I hadn't seen him since "Slow up, Sheila! You and he ted each other at the beach?'' 5 "Just that one day. And then we Eopyinced ‘that night.' "iieAnd then the next time you meet py (im it's four days atigage to another before his mar- girl?" -""You see, Joe?'"' PMyBut you were still in love with 9 on ‘Well, I sort of liked him."' Sheila "Ma was just as bad as the rest of you!" Sheila sobbed wildly. "Don't touch me, Joe, don't hold me! I tell you I'm going away and I'm never coming back, never!" "Oh, blessed Saint Josep h, save us!" Angela prayed, franti cally, No heavenly intervention appeared likely. But there was an interr uption, nevertheless. Frank Mc Cann quietly opened the hall door and stepped into the kitchen. He was confronted by Sheila , palefaced, with blazing eyes. She had thrown off her brother's detaining hand, her fingers had been on the knob when Frank turned it. "Hello, hello!" Peter's older brother said in his pleasant voice e him now!"' she said. S erThree days afther ye've merried te !" her mother muttered in an ""What's going on," Sheila answered hotly, with a heaving chest, "is that my mother and my brother and sister don't believe me, and I've had about enough of being treated like a thief and a liar and a street-walker and I don't know what else besides!" rmaidertone. "‘That's fine doin's!" "Wait a minute, Ma. So you and EVifster said you'd meet?" tq qbhe swallowed, nodded, watching moar brother's face AW? Renched eyes. -e anxiously, Then, fighting back tears, she told them edible adventure. Clip resently with Joe of her in- interrupted. Sheila, listen. I want to believe Mec "Well, ay were Joe; were trying they trying hide afraid. hide some- en happened then?'' went bumping up we and 2 qj? and up into the most desolate ila house you ever saw, and I was : tired I lay down and went to smeleP With all my clothes on. HIN And the next day-yesterday- Aflere we were with three terrible- eygoking men, only they turned out to *¢ m2 not so fierce, and then this first ; - (an came up and I guess he told --em everything was all right, beluse, anyway, we started down in N fe Same truck-only first I cooked 3, #ner for them. Ma, I cooked a H-roast, only I had to thicken it th flour, because there wasn't any 'rnstarch-so then they brought us tis place called ‘But when were Capitol you Junc- in Boston, pila?"' n Boston! ‘That's We weren't where your in Bos- telegram Ame from." Why, it couldn't have been, Joe! gave him our names on Satury at the studio, and he said he'd nd the telegrams right away. He fought Peter and I were married, y were going to be, anyway-"' "But listen, Sheila, let's get this aight. Were you married here in tw York?" ys Married! Joe, you're crazy, or Nse I'm going crazy. I don't know ch! We never were married. > hate each other! We bught of getting married!" never guess you and I don't underind each other,' Joe said slowly, tr a long pause. ‘I guess we're og -in the dark. Who sent 7? He took a much-folded limp ob- ag of yellow paper from his pock* § Opened it, passed it to Sheila. She flattened it, read it, and looked him. Then she read it again, $ time including a glance at the a line, "Boston, she message was March 15, 12:13 brief: Peter Mc Cann and I married _ justice of the peace this eveg," it said. ‘Very happy letter She blue the to story disappearance police Saturday night,'' he said. ‘‘Then the The quickest way telegrams came. to hush the whole thing up was to tell them that you and Pete had decided to give your families a sur- prise and get married. We made it as-as dignified as we we, Joe? We said that could, didn't this followed up at begun friendship a Tiller's kind of last summer-that Beach thing. ‘"‘What complicates it,'' he said, directly to Joe, ‘is that when Sheila and Pete got to town tonight they straight to a police station went The bootand turned in the story. So that what- legger story, I mean. it'll it's-well, now, do we ever cause some little confusion,' Frank concluded, with his grave half-smile for the distressed and attentive circle. "T']] tell the world!"' Joe said. ‘"‘Papa telephoned the police station."" Frank resumed, ‘"‘and they already sent a man up to the on that, we'll know them all in silence. The color ained from her face. Is that what he sent?" she whis- it up hat came Sunday watching morning," her. Wwe never were married. Can go to the library and you'll the marks on the roof where we hped out, I suppose. They're bably still there in the snow. And # Can see the studio. Peter'll you the same. And you can find Pitol Junction on the map!" sou all believed the worst of Sheila answered, getting an"You all thought I'd run off » 80t married by a justice of the Ce! All of you, Angela and Ma 2 even Joe! #) All right," she stammered, tremand getting to her feet. ‘‘All at, I will run away! You'll never at of me again! I won't Chasing me up and § that I eloped with vB+8 fellow-you've ruined , aro You'll never have the printing another me, besee me defi- made Peter seem like a little boy. Just the twist of his square mouth, not quite smiling, all Sympathetic as he o@€asionally glanced at her was enough to set her pulses moving to a slow, rhythmic beat that seemed to be rocking the whole world as well as the heart of Sheila Carsca d: den. "Be a good girl," he had Said to her. And he had called her ‘‘Sheila." After she had run away from all the hatefulness, from this new, accusing, suspicious Angela, and this reproachful Joe, and this totally unknown Ma, then she knew that she would take these magic phrases out of the very inner chamber of her soul and taste them Over and over again on her tongue. _ Now, tomorrow being "T'll become a nun, first!'' Sheila whispered, fiercely. She saw Frank's characteristic half-smile brighten his face. "You won't have to go that far." "But if his mother and father expect me to-" Sheila began, anxiously. Frank reflected a moment. ‘‘They don't,'"' he told her briefly. *‘You're sure they don't?" The man spoke more slowly: "Why, they wouldn't want you to do anything you didn't want to do. They might think you wanted to." "Well," she said, in instant relief, ‘‘I don't want to." St. dered would if you and come down the morning, Joe and Sheila to our house in Mrs. Carscadden, and €n we can talk the whole thing over. There'll probably be a report from the police department by then and we can give out a statement to the press and straighten everything out. And by this time next week," Frank said cheerfully, rising, "everyone will have forgotten all about it. You'll be down?" Ma glanced at Joe, and Joe nodded. "I will!" Ma then said solemnly. Frank stood looking **You know, Sheila,"' Frank began, and looked away, hesitating. ‘You know, my mother thought," he be- gan goon. and then how to Probably the police will take at this point.' All the time his hand rested firm- ly, encouragingly, on Sheila's and it was as if his spirit had lafd quieting hands upon her spirit as well; she continued to sit docilely beside him, her bright eyes moving about the circle. She did not, as a matter of fact, hear anything that they were saying. She was absorbed in a strange, thrilling adventure of her own. The shabby kitchen, the familiar pots and pans, the oilcloth-covered table with the sticky sugar bowl and the dingy spoons slipped, handle up, into a red glass tumbler-all these were before her eyes, but she did not see them. She did not see her mother's her square, anxious face, under nor thin, well-brushed gray hair, Angela's nor Joe's dark features, and pale skin and shadowed eyes 1d. looked Sheila or j then poe at thoughtfully studying vague, dark eyes. at his serious Mc ae Frank face eyes. with He childlike, eS biue as Peter, with Peter's But his shoulders were squar again, "that since you and Peter had been shut up in that place for two nights-" He hesitated, defiantly: and Sheila took it up Where Statues Wore Hats! Mystery of Easter [sland Science ‘Well, that I'm N EASTER DAY, 1722, the Dutch Admiral Roggeveen landed on a small Pacific island, which he named after the day. He must have thought that he was landing in a nightmare, for the shores were ringed with gigantic stone statues, wearing tall red hats, and standing on high platforms with their backs to the sea. And the whole island was literally covered with statues! They still stand there today. Later visitors made further odd discoveries. It seemed that the inhabitants had suffered a devouring national passion for sculpture. Hardly a boulder or an outcrop of rock had not been turned into an enormous bust, a fantastic head The sublime and ridiculous are often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. One step below the sublime makes ridiculous, "Miss Kennedy - my young la- ‘‘agreed with merely thinking aloud. that whatever you think is right, my do," he said. Carscadden glanced at "It wouldn't be fair to your brother, an' him in love wit' another young lady,"' she said. Sheila's bewildered eyes went from Frank's serious, handsome face to her mother's face; returned to Frank's again. Color began to stain her cheeks. ‘What are you talking about?" she demanded flatly. her "Niver you mind, miss!" mother answered. ‘We feel as if you got the-the rotten end of this, Sheila," Frank explained, with a half-smile. ‘‘It might be that you and your mother -that all of us-it might be that we felt-"' He floundered; his kindly smile finished the sentence. ‘"‘There's ger'ris that feel they have reputations to lose!" Mrs. Carscadden contributed stingingly. "My Father-my brother-we all want to-well, to do whatever we can-'' Frank began again. Sheila, disdaining words, laughed scornfully. **you like "Come,"" Frank said. Pete, you know you do." "Sheila," Angela breathed, ‘"‘you love him! You've always loved him. Why-don't you-" Sheila touched her sister's hand. "Shut-up," she said mildly. An- gela was still "Sheila, step out here into the hall a minute," Frank said. ‘I want to speak to you." Still disheveled, and pale, and with delicate umber circles about obeyed. Sheila eyes, blue her dark It was marvelous how she liked to obey She leaned him. against the dirty wall of the odorous narrow hallway and Frank addressed a few urgent sentences to her. "Sheila, It's been I how know terribly rough you feel. on you,' ‘But you mustn't Frank began. blame your folks. What else could they think when those wires came, but that you and Pete had run off together? "This Ken, whoever he is, must be a smart devil," Frank went on, as Sheila merely raised her solemn ‘‘He's eyes to his without speaking. probably the brains He saw that of an the whole elopement outfit. would shut us all up, d'you see, and It's too bad, it's all give them time. noas rotten as it can be, but it's body's fault. You just have to keep your nerve for a few days... have papers "will the morning that we were married?"' the story the girl asked, somberly. one step above sublime When Sheila re-entered the room it was to a sulphurous silence on the part of her mother, who was alone there. Joe had gone to bed in the front room, and Angela was in Sheila's place in the big bed, crying, asleep, or feigning unconsciousness, Sheila could not tell. It was a little hard to manage a dig- nified performance of disrobing and ablutions with her mother's steely eyes upon her, and with the consciousness that she would presently come to bed in the same small room with her, but Sheila achieved it. Angela rarely slept in the big bed. It was a tacit sign of Sheila's alienation from the family that she should be there tonight. "A lot I care!'' Sheila thought an- ‘‘They're all against CRUDE she and Script her mother and Joe RUBBER WITHIN D D The these name proof were already THE children skating and She was but twenty-one. go PICK YOUR LOW SIZE AT Most run a her PRICES quer by forgiveness.-Frederick Robertson. W. that migrants came, not only from the the Pacific islands, but also Australasian islands. The ‘long ears' were the from art- ists. 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There was snow left in the park, great stretches were the world-famous reputation of tires, backed by Firestone's and lifetime guarantee, is of their extra quality and presented themselves at the Mc Cann mansion. Part of the way they rode in a bus, following the Fifth Avenue side of the park in the holiday-morning excitement. Crowds by others, BO% me!" She deliberately summoned Frank Mc Cann to her mind, deliberately dwelt upon every look of his, every word, his smiling remoteness from any trouble of hers; he that was so cool and faultless and amused at it all! ‘‘No girl would ever get that one into trouble," Sheila thought, going off to sleep. At eleven o'clock the next morn- ing of NEW hGH LEVELS Sheila stood looking at him, panting. "You don't think I ought to marry Peter!'' she challenged him. "TI thought-"' Her earnestness affected him in spite of himself, and he looked at her with his kindest expression. Sheila seemed small and pale, in her scant old cotton gown, with her tumbled coppery bang falling on her broad forehead. She was fighting for her life. "T thought you'd want to, Sheila,"' Frank said, sympathetically. "Frank!'' Suddenty she was clinging to him, jumbled against him, soft and warm and sweet. ‘‘Don't let them make me!"' If he said anything to her she did not hear it. His arm was about her for a minute, his face against her hair. Then they had drawn apart, and his fingers, that had been gripping hers, were loosened, and he was running down the stairs. Sheila stood dazed, alone in the hallway. After a while she turned toward the kitchen; a strange light was in her absent eyes, a dreamy smile on her lips. She moved like a sleepwalker. grily. warning fortunes ers may not take example from you.-Saadi. RUBBER REACHES ‘Well, then she doesn't understand the way I feel!'' Sheila said hotly. Frank was smiling, as at an angry child. *"She's a pretty wise young lady, Bernadette,'' he said, as if he were brother'll and the ridiculous makes the again.-Thomas Paine. "TAKE with enormously long ears. At the same time, they discovered wooden tablets and other objects covered with a complicated script. This started a series of the most extraordinary theories, including suggestions that Easter island had been occupied by Red Indians, Egyptians, and the lost tribes of Israel. But nobody managed to put forward a reasonable explanation of how this diversity of races got there, or went away when their work was done! Long-Eared Artists. Then science took a hand. First of all, local legends were investigated, and the islanders told of a migration in the past from a disProof tant island in the west. came from one of the Gambier islands, over a thousand miles away, in the form of another legend. It told of a defeated chief setting sail to find a new home for his people. Local legend also told of two distinct races inhabiting Easter island, the ‘‘long ears" and the "‘short ears.'' And here again, science found the proof; for skulls found on Easter island show One Step the Gems of Thought you can tell your mother perfectly satisfied!" dy-'' Frank persisted, my mother." ‘I thought you'd want to, Sheila,"' Frank said. Finds Creators of Intricate Were ‘Long-Eared' Artists. "Yes, I know. And what's more, Peter was in my room that first night, what there was left of it, that is. But I don't care! It doesn't make the slightest difference." "It was only a question of justice to you, Sheila.'' all at them eyes. "I never double-crossed you, did I?" Frank said. The girl spoke dazedly, as if out of a dream. double-crossed never you "No, me.'' ‘Sit down, then,'"' he said. Sheila did not move her eyes. "Be a good girl,'" Frank urged. She still Suddenly she sat down. watched his face expectantly. -""My father is very anxious to see Sheila and you, Mrs. Carscadden," Frank said. ‘‘So that we can begin to get all this straightened out. Unfortunately-unfortunately Joe and I, here, gave the thing to the papers at noon today,'' he added with a rueful laugh. ‘‘There was no marriage, it seems now," Joe said. *‘No, but the evening papers have it." Joe clicked teeth and tongue. Mrs. Carscadden began a wail, put her fingers over her mouth again. ‘‘What else could we do?" Frank He had put out a big hand argued. and gripped Sheila's fingers as they lay on the table, but he was not ‘‘We had given the looking at her. We'll get the dope answered, He with man, young Broadway place. Well, of course it's a lie, Joe," © said simply. ‘‘We never were something him. for the first and up, smiling dark, a had at last. was about go!" the girl said angri- looked t was signed "Sheila." ‘or a long time Sheila sat staring ed there poised time in her life she really saw him, Irish What and nite, "But wait a minute-" told him. she wouldn't," "You "You'd get out if your mother and sister and brother all double-crossed you!"' ly. with were to hand. gentle "T've got to go!'' Sheila told him, breathlessly. to along they a big, with "Let me they ething, R,figey Cann shouldn't "‘Well, here-here don't be in such a hurry!" Frank said, stopping her let you lakGould those men want to drag you Peter X good-naand dark and Gentle tured, he smiled down at her, not freeing her arm from the grip of his fingers. double-crossed mever I "Well, you, did I, Sheila?" AlLwu, and I want to get this straight. igut it sounds awfully fishy. Why CKS em? Why om @ Home?" CHAPTER er, Pat"What's | Tick's Day, it's a holiday," Frank was Saying. ‘And my mother won- as he took in the scene. going on here?" taimiddenly took a firmer tone. ‘"‘But I in wo . Kathleen Norris SERVICE "Sheila, for heaven's sake!"" Joe tepons "Be your age. Getting oe eae a teleg ram like tha t, what else could ‘Well, we wanted to see each oth- ut ss - ‘Qt. © they ; OU "Well, they may. But what do you care, if''- Frank changed the form of his words-‘"‘since it's not true?"' he asked. "I do care," she said, stubbornly. "‘Can't you look at the whole thing as a sort of adventure, something that might happen in a movie, say? You and Pete will think this is a great joke, some day." "‘There's only one thing," Sheila began suddenly, after a troubled Study of his handsome, dark face. "I won't marry Peter Mc Cann. Not if the Church itself-" "Listen, listen," he said soothingly, his hand on her arm, ‘‘you don't have to get so excited about it. You don't have to. 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