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Show - THEBULLETIN, BINGHAM. UTAH Scenes and Persons in the Current News i.ii.M. IIIIM" ..t: :... V s " " iiiii ... ,. wmhi.iu.ihhi iumini,.i... II IH? CVll !bl f!;L-- I mmm.. mmmnn rii.immn.i.M in t v...v.i..... .... i i ,. . ..... .: .. .:,.;,. m ,.j.jilju...j, 1 Representatives of the Little Entente hold a conference on board a steamer in the Danube. Left to right: Premier Stojadinovich of Yugoslavia, Foreign Minister Antonescuo of Rumania, Premier Hodza of Czechoslovakia and Premier Taraesuc of Rumania. 2 Jubilant workers returning to jobs in Youngstown steel mills under militia protection. 3 Sir Neville Henderson, British ambassador to Germany, who protested against Nazi naval interference in Spain. isurrection ) BYRON MOWERY W.N.U. SERVICE and wield a power ai tyrannical as any old feudal baron ever wield-ed. But men like him won't be tolerated In the boat any longer, to scuttle the welfare of whole large groups and play havoc with honest business companies. It's your good luck and mine, Warren, that we be-long to a generation which has thrown out that old plunder-lus-t philosophy and Is groping toward something nobler" Warren shoved back his chair. "Listen, Tarlton I don't care to hear a lecture on political economy of the prophetic sort. And I'm not interested in your proposition about these claims. Did you have any-thing else to say?" Craig got up. "Only this: I of-fered you a deal, Warren, and you wouldn't take it We could settle this fight peacefully, but you refuse. Now we'll have to settle it on the basis of might We'll battle it out" "That suits me very well," War-ren returned. He came around from behind the desk. "By the way, Tarl-ton, there's a private matter I'd like to mention to you before you go. Now that you too have declared war, you'll likely with Patricia. I can't stop that, but . . . Under the circumstances I must ask you not to associate with her personally in any way whatso-ever." "What circumstances are you re-ferring to?" "The fact that you have a wife." "Hmmph! So you dug that up. You've told Patricia, I suppose?" "Don't you think she ought to know?" "I don't consider it of much Im-portance." "Good heavensl" "Yes, good heavens. It's a sheer technicality. Besides, if the occa-sion ever arises, I myself will tell her about that misadventure." "The whole story?" "Quite. Far more, in fact, than you've uncovered." Warren followed him to the door. "I think you're treating this Rosa-li- e matter too lightly, Tarlton. It may turn out to be more important than you think. If you won't take my warning, you'll take the conse-quences." "Don't be so mysterious, Warren. What's up your sleeve?" Warren started to say something, but checked himself and nodded a curt good-by- . As Craig went back across Resur-rection, he wondered whether that ugly word "consequences" was a poker-face- d bluff or a genuine warn-ing. He didn't know, didn't much care. For he was looking ahead be'a?tiC ?n and bred-- should l thi! rm-ri- ding away the fury of the the worst that Arctic could unloose. When he went back to the BUI was awake. More clear-heaT- d Sso PrCVi0US time- - h w.i weaker, so weak that his voice was gone and he had to whisper Those claims of mine. Craig--I didn't glt the work done on 'em Lea will be left without--" . T Usten t0 me- - rm tak-l- Z "r those ims. I spotted 1 11 see that you-t- hat Lea gets 'em p ,f.e?d- - That'8 8 Promise." s hps moved. "If you prom-isea, sthen everything's-- all right" eyes closed and he lay still The expression that came over his lace, the unwonted peace and quie- tude, startled Craig. He leaned down, felt for a pulse beat, found none. "BUI!" He shook Former's shoul- der. "BUI!" After several minutes he gently straightened out Bill's arms and drew a blanket up over the bunk. On New Year's day, Craig started across the river to see Warren. For an entire week since Chris-tmashe had kept to his cabin, se-cluded from everybody, thinking, mapping a new course for himself. The slowly gathering forces which had been at work in him for many months had at last won out. The death of Bill Fornier merely marked the end of the old epoch and the beginning of a radically different one. Warren received him courteous-ly, drew a chair near the desk, held a match for his cigarette. "Warren"-Cr- aig went straight to the point "I've been thinking about this deadlocked fight between your company and these men. I'm won-dering why you and I can't work out some agreement whereby they'll get substantial justice and the com-pany wiU make a good prcat on its undertaking in this field." Warren tapped the ashes from his cigarette. "You have some specific agreement in mind?" he inquired. "Yes. Instead of buying these claims outright your company would buy a part interest. Two thirds, let's say. That way the men wouldn't be left out entirely, later on, when the actual mining begins; and still your company would be getting the big cut." "Your suggestion," Warren said dryly, "is a fine one for these men. But from the company's viewpoint it isn't so fetching. Let me correct you about one thing: This fight is past! You're afraid of him; you've been trying to dig up something against him. What'd you dig up' What'd he do there at Vancouver'" "If I probed into his past, it was only to protect you. I don't like the duty of teUing you this, but I'm compelled to. Tarlton is married." Patricia went white of face "Married?" she gasped, brokenly." "Craig married ?" Warren nodded. "He is There in Vancouver he was married. I don't care to go into the details of it Let him do that if he will." He paused, watched the devastating effect of his news upon Patricia. Then he add-ed: "Take a friend's advice, dear don't associate too much with Tarlton." CHAPTER VII On his lone vigil with Bill For-nier, Craig wearily stirred the fire in the stove, put in fresh wood, and came back to the bunk where BUI was lying. Moving restlessly, Fornier was on the point of waking out of his drugged doze. As Craig anxiously watched, he thought it would be merciful if BUI did not come back to consciousness at aU. Conscious-ness only meant a feverish worry about his claims, and a hopeless longing to see his wife and little girl before he died. Bill moved, and his eyes opened, heavy and slow. " "What place is this?" he ask.d, gropingly. "You're in my cabin, Bill; my cabin at the Bay." Bill did not seem to realize who was beside him. He struggled with the blankets and tried to sit up. "Where's Lea? Why ain't she around?" he demanded. He shook his head, as though to clear the fog I SYNOPSIS ...frovett. thirty-thre- Junior ' the powerful Wellington, tovett, Incorporated Mines of fliich engages in questionable L plans to make a secret Z' Canadian Arctic, where a before a rich but inaccessible has been discovered on Res-jrive-which flows Into Dyna-- J Patricia, high spirited and laughter of crusty old Jasper fwho is engaged to Warren, accompany him. They go by meets "Poleon." a French-Inspecto-who tells her there it) prospectors In the field and e of the difficulties, they are it by a thread. Pat is disturbed ten will not disclose what his r spion Is. She meets Sam Honey- - (nd of Poleon's. Moved by the i am Fornier, a prospector who, 'afclly ill. struggles to hold his ,j decides to help him. Informed (Jiwaughiml, half-bree- retain- - - mpany, about Pat's befriend- - Warren tries to rpectors, her that Craig she had once been In ij pf deputy mining Inspector for Election river area. A brilliant he had resigned In disgust - lather's company because of methods. Later she meets .( lie ii cold, inferring that she feigning interest In the pros- - s er compassion for the hapless J growing, Pat decides to build V munity house or Den. When aiers completion, Warren tells Bidon it. She refuses after a ie. Craig leaves on a three-actio- n trip to the north. Pat father has withdrawn her tells her now she Iher home. He refuses to ad-- i to aid the prospectors. $ her tent across the river pen. She learns now of War--4 He hopes to starve the pros- - - r and make them sell their ! i song. Pat tells the pros- - 4 Warren's plan. Still at-- e to iPat, Warren wages a subtle .to get the claims. Just s, Craig returns suddenly overjoyed at his changed at- - ibrings her a present of furs Izes for his former g that she cannot ever ren, Pat returns her engage- - to his batUe against Warren and the company; and an exultation was pulsing in his veins. It felt good to be on the warpath again, gun-ning for powerful enemies; good to be back in action, in the thick of a fight once more. A surge of un-locked energy ran strong in him, like a river at break-up- . At Patricia's cabin no one an-swered his knock; and he went over to the community house. It was the first time that he had entered the Den. With curious eyes he looked around at Patricia's handiwork as he passed through the gear-clutter- entrance-wa- y and stepped inside the main room. Although the Den was comforta-ble and cheery, it was a rough and rowdy place, truly the den of 75 rock-hog- As Craig looked around the big room, he thought of the Wellington North Shore mansion, where he first had met Patricia; and he wondered how on earth she, a girl and a blue-bloo- d besides, could endure the uncouth manners and ways of these heavy-boote- d miners. It took something more than sympathy. It took courage, took a fighting heart and a deep conviction of righteousness. i ill? f3 out of it. "Uh, I keep forgitting; this is the Bay, ain't it? and she's over on the Mackenzie, at home." He pushed away Craig's restrain-ing hand. "I got t git back there. Got to!" Craig held a candle so that Bill could see him distinctly. "Bill, look at me. Everything's all right, old man. But you must lie' quiet, mustn't struggle like that." Bill recognized him then. "Craig!" he said. A'ter a moment he lay back. Presently, more rational, he begged: "Can't you send for 'em somehow, Craig? Can't Miss Pat git one of them big red ships to go? It's been two whole year since I saw 'em. I promised Lea I'd come home. That was the last thing I told her." He grew excited, gripped Craig's wrist "I'm gonna go back" Craig reached for th hypo which he kept ready on a chair. In a few minutes Fornier wis lying quiet again, oblivious to his silver claims and his home over west on the Mac-kenzie ... Ao Via cq ihara KncMo ihe VTinlf fflEB VI Continued irse not! But why are you s?" .jhave you ever paused to Jat my business here at Bay is to make money jm, for the Wellington and pilies, and so, ultimately, fcce you intend to go back at I'm doing here is done fr you. Yet you've fought 4 step of the way, and now if've broken your engage-fce- . Don't you think that little unjust and inconsist-di-d Ij not answer him. no answer to his charge, t few months she herself ltom by the inconsistency fwas pointing out now. If business here at the Bay fnest, then she had been .cerjife on dishonest mon- - Iwent on: "I think the Jcome, Patricia, when you I resume our engage- - Not glimpsing her anywhere in the room, he asked a prospector, "Where's Miss Wellington, Dave?" "Over in the office," the man in-formed, pointing at a niche beside the huge fireplace on the west side. Craig stepped over. The "ufflce" proved to be a little cubbyhole, fitted into the fireplace angle and boarded off so as to shut out the bedlam of the main room. At his knock a girl's voice de-manded: "Who is it? I'm busy. What do you want?" "It's Tarlton. I'm sorry to've dis-turbed you. I'll come back some other" "Craig! Wait!" He heard her chair slide back hastily. The door flung open and she stood before him. "Please don't go. I'm not busv. really; it's just that these m ieel now that such an J remote possibility, but fu don't see this whole jas clearly as I do." He f'und behind the desk, 1 1'Ule drawer and laid the I small plush box. "I'm ring in here, dear. It , ' be here, waiting for ;f you remember that it's f you, and that I'm always f to wear it again?" .Patricia promised, to as-- I hurt. "But, Warren. 'F' build up hope. It'll fe harder on you." t hope, dear. I'll only 'fd krred on Patricia. It with prophecy, as fffen was confident that ! ultimately come back to J Pressure of inexor- - iarround 'he desk, he con-f- r again. . Patricia-h- ow much did " to the Bay have to Jjr decision to break our she denied. ..you' doesn,t he?" r. sn He brought me beeause-w- H L ell, as an . some unjust things tiki lib 0U W MUIUV V' wumKf hour upon hour, Craig was think-ing of this Dynamite Bay situation and debating the righteous course for himself to take. Except for the quiet word which he had passed around to the prospectors last fall. "Hang on to your claims; don't sell out to Lovett," he had kept aloof from the struggle. Four years of disillusioned thinking had made him dubious about espousing causes. Where Patricia had plunged head-long into the fight he had main-tained a scientific detachment from which he could study and judge without partisan bias. Broader of outlook than Patricia, he thought in terms of social forces where she thought in terms of individurj peo-ple. This battle was her whole hori-zon; but he saw it as just one iso-lated instance there were many Lovetts, many Dynamite Bays. The injustice of the situation had aroused a slow deep anger in him. He had begun to ask himself wheth-er it was right of him to sit back, take no hand, see these men get ironed out fiat by the steamroller of Wellington, Parkes & Lovett. He went further and asked whether his four years of detachment should not be brought to an end. Those years of thoughtful study had been an invaluable phase, but it seemed "I'd Like to Have a Talk With You Treeshia." not deadlocked. In the last week I've bought 60 claims. The stam-pede that I've been waiting for has begun. Within a month I'll own this field. Why, then, should I stop short of my complete program?" "You mean, why should you be content with two thirds when you can get it all?" "If you wish to put it that way, yes." "Why, damn it. Warren, because of the human justice involved! Doesn't the welfare of 300 men count for something? Most of them are married, have families " "The company," Warren cut him short "has no responsibility toward them or their families." Craig was little disappointed by Warren's cold refusal to arbitrate, for he had expected it. He had come across the river merely be-- j cause he did not wish to throw away any hope, however faint, of settling this struggle peacefully. "So you don't recognize any re-sponsibility," he mused. "Well, that's hardly a surprise. The house of Wellington, Parkes & Lovett wasn't founded on consideration of others, as I well know. The history of their deals with prospectors and operating mine companies would read like a slaughter-hous- e story." Warren drummed impatiently on his desk. "I've heard that same line before, Tarlton from people who haven't got any money them-selves." "If you're aiming that remark at me, why, I made and threw away two fortunes, friend, while you were grubbing around after your first one." He paused, to let that fact sink in; and then he went on: "Old Jasper Wellington belonged to a generation whose ideal was to cap-ture the timber and land and mines and oil and finances of a nation. men come trooping to me all day long with all sorts of troubles. I'm getting to growl and bark like a sergeant-major.-" In her belted corduroy suit she looked so winsome and girlish that Craig smiled at the idea of her growling and barking. He stepped into the office. "I'd like, to have a talk with you, Treeshia." Her cheeks colored. He wondered why. "I was just glancing about at 'the house that Pat built, " ha re-marked. "It's really fine, Treeshia. You can be proud of it." (TO BE COMTISUED) j " ' me Inst fall." linear this. I'dbe ' k L Could feel 8ure S"t0 ShW yU t5s lrne alarmed pa- - p he show me you h6 .demanded. dr'vng at?" r occur to you, dear, KJ fk Place in e two . ' In hls private life j drew back in sudden you know?" she cried. Probing around In his 1 Ii to him that this phase was drawing to its inevitable close and that he would have to chart a new path for himself. There was a time for thought and a time for action . On one of his trips to the stove, to thrust in fresh wood and pour himself a cup of coffee, he scraped the rime from a window pane and looked out into the storm. It had reached its worst at last; had set-tled to the steady, d roar that marked its peak. In the blind seething swirl he could see nothing except the nearest pines a drove of huge black animals tossing, paw-ing and rearing. He thought it fitting that Bill For-- Franklin D., Jr., Weds Ethel du Pont x'VA fx . iM, I 1 - - - V 4', V J? .ll I ! Jl f t A i I n r- - , if I If- - l f : . ;'! )t!(rw - E Franklin D. Roosevelt, Jr., and his bride, the former Ethel du Pont The President's son and the daughter of Eugene du Pont were married in Christ church, Greenville, Del. A reception was held on the grounds of "Owl's Nest," the estate of Mr. and Mrs. du Pont Speech Expert Is Aid to King George He doesn't wear a coronet nor an ermine cloak, but Lionel Logue is one of the most important persons at the British royal court He is oral instructor to King George VI, who since childhood has had to com- - bat a tendency to stammer. Logue was the unsung hero behind the coronation, for his constant attend-ance on the monarch is credited with, the flawless manner in which King George deliverer! his response to the ritual questions. ITALIAN PRINCELING " - r r I t , z . ( P i Prince Emmanuel, son of the crown prince and princess of Pied-mont, grandson of King Victor Em-manuel, for whom he was named. The boy is In direct line of succes-sion to the Italian throne. "Sandy Boot" Kicks Up the Most Dust Picture shows the field coming down the back stretch in the Kildare Handicap at the Aqueduct race track on Long Island recently. "Sandy Boot," a slow starter with a powerful finish, won the mile and an eighth test by a three-lengt- h margin over "Challenger," his nearest rival. First View of Franco's Army Entering Bilbao jm : 1 It MJX LM.Si - i M 'xf Atx$: r.t UhMj mm feti$ - kv-- - If- - First rebel troops to enter Bilbao, the capital of the Basques, on its capture cfter an y siege are shown here as they marched along one of the main thoroughfares of the city. Surprisingly little evidence of the series of bombardments that preceded capture of Bilbao is in sight here. "Blue Dan" Webster When Daniel Webster left his coun-try home for college and then on to fame as orator-statesma- he was clad in a suit all of homespun clotb and rode to the college town on horseback. On the way rain drenched him to the skin, the suit deeply, darkly and beautifully blue." transferred its blue to his shirt and skin, dying him blue from head to foot |