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Show UINTAH BASIN RECORD burned softly, steadily; from the n door that led into Spencers room came sounds: Low voices, the creaking of a bed and the clinking of ice, and once a sort of bubbling groan that made Vickys heart stop for a moment in terror. She prayed, trying not to think, drowsed, awakened with a start to find that it was not all a strange dream. She really was here In the Morrison house in the middle of the night, Quentin was behind that bedroom door, bringing all his skill, every ounce of strength and knowledge and inspiration that he could muster to the saving of Spencer Morrisons life, and Serena was in her bedroom only a few feet away somehow living through the hours that would decide whether or not she would be tried on a charge of murder. What was she doing? Vicky wondered. She had swept away from the group hours earlier, had closed her bedroom door upon whatever she was experiencing, suffering. Furious with fear, the accusing eyes of both doctors upon her, their flat refusals to perjure themselves in protecting her still ringing in her astounded ears, and Spencer struggling in death throes of her causing, she had angrily withdrawn. Had she flung herself down on her bed and fallen Into dreamless sleep? Vic half-ope- U HAPTER XIV Continued the sick man said, Quentin, clutching at his hand, all personal feeling forgotten in the grips of life and death, you can do something for me, cant you? For Gods sake get me out of this, operate, do anything! That ass there, he whispered, with a flickering glance at that agitated Cudworth, tells me Im washed up. Theres something you can do? Quentin spoke urgently, deflnite-ly- : 16 t couldnt be done, Serena, said quietly. I have never case. But Im positive I Dr. Cud-isI know vbelieve seriously suggesting .Jfjiu may do as you think best, '.CJ.V, the other doctor said have entire ;Vtly. 1 would saw fit to do. anything you tUl'.f personally must decline the nt ;$n OVisibility. Vic, get to a telephone and tell Anna to come over right away with that big package thats on my desk; ern Sjmcer had acute indigestion, its from Lengfelds she cant miss Vs got a bad heart, she said. it. Hush it! And just as soon as rid jeheve me, il theres any in- - youve done that, get the amah to "key"ation, it theres one word of get plenty of hot water, boiling watie re youre in this, too, Quentin ter. I suppose theres a table here, ie. fjtyl Ill not stand it. Ill not a long table, flat a mei coroner and be questioned, You think so, Doctor? faltered scryou are quietly enjoying your- - the other doctor. you Tver there on the lawn with I know so! Quentin shouted, 13 forwife, laughing and carrying mad with Impatience. suddenly n shrildren into the house! Just lie quiet there, Spencer," he nd of Ion t think thatll happen, added to the patient, and well get requi:n said. But Vicky saw that you out of this if we can. I wish youd s patce was pale. Ive got an even break? Spen- ,A?;t$ave nothing to do with it, said briefly. Serena turned ? me earlier! The Sw do you know whatll hap- said. "I know. I De- - Serena 3 Newu yu! We had a coroners y0U!igation when Gitas father means! Youll n nir 1 know what to sign that death warrant, in, or Ill have to drag your into it. Vou and Ive talked Wit wed do if he died; you cant ;gg that, if they put you on oath! one knows what weve been to other; you had a motive for tat ' me something that would ,, ,USm to sleep. He told Dr. Cud- here that I wanted to get :rede ,, , , him. ucn do you want to stay? m 'in asked in an undertone, as ..eathless voice died to silence. jr' isnt your sort of thing. Serena said lV Vic wont go, ent heat. "You dont think Vie V ms H know that you love me, that been following me, making l?e "resents, writing me letters. e.ntin looked at Vicky, looked he spoke quietly. :ky knows just how bauly Ive he said. sen d her, Serena, from the be-iI mu o, always known, Im not trying to wriggle that If you were really fool is or 1 g. t ip uar':rs or anything else. Im in it rou. Theres no question that drag my name and my ens names in the mud, if you - ;an SSPto. ' You can take those let- court yito tters saying, If it werent Serena inter- pencer . . him. fitters saying everything,1 in Said in a low voice, with el glance at her. Letters g everything! he repeated. one thing isnt true, he went le Ive never loved but rimer or ,ioman in all my life; never, , platter what I said or wrote or 've always loved my wife, always held her in a place r" rself! :y went over to him and janred her hand into his, but he J! f jot glance at her or seem to that she was there, iwnice! Serena said. Sol e bill alone. How very nice! you and Ill both pay! in said. And she'll pay, too. for us all. JJans disgrace was a sound at the door of .valids room; the amah came Dltth an agitated face, shaking caJi'ad. Serena gave a short ejac-anturning, went across ill to her own room and went t and closed the door. The octors and Vicky faced the -e woman as she came Her jargon was unin-ol- e to Quentin. The promised WEST hatted, coated, cold, rosy, "upstairs. delk'iah says Spencer heard your 'sum'and wants to speak to you, loom interpreted. Jairt God, when I saw her face I the poor fellow was gone! I ejaculated. did I! Vicky said. P you mean Quentin had ? lved her arm; his fingers bit like a vise, he was almost What dyou mean? Isn't JjJLie?" no; but Quentin, theres no Vicky said. rEL ister say other doctor come the amah said in a singsong, je d, - .jSt (j Of"! cer asked. Not quite so good. We wont know quite what chance youve got until weve gone a little further. Ah, heres our nurse. We want a surgical bath here, nurse, as fast as you can manage t; weve no time to waste. Vicky ran downstairs, ran upstairs for sheets; Serena was not in evidence,' and nobody asked for her. The nurse suggested a rubber sheet, and Anna panting in with- - the big bundle, was sent flying back to the Hardistys for one. Presently there was nothing for Vicky to do except sit on a chair in the hall and wait and think and wait. Quentin came out with a nurses white apron tied on him back to front and asked for soda, just plain kitchen soda. And you might as well go home, Vic; thisll take it out of you. No, Ill wait Quent, has he a chance? Im afraid not, but well try. Theyre putting him under now; well know in an hour. She couldnt Vicky glanced at the closed door of Serenas room she She wouldnt have done it! whispered. I dont know. But its not for him Im fighting, Vic, Quentin said. Its for all of us. Its touch and go now; if he lives, we live, and if he dies, I may have gotten you into something youll never get out of, my dear. Youll be in it too! Ill be in it too. Oh, she couldn't get me in as an accomplice, QuenBut she could do enough tin said. to ruin us alL Wed have to go away, Vic." Wed go away. And the story would follow us, and follow the children. Thats all ive done to you! Quentin said. The woman the amah has produced a bottle, half full, that would kill ten men. Our one hope is that it was about a dose, and Lemon is the only in lemonade. d that touches it! If anything saves him, thatll save him that is, if we get to the kidney in time. You will! Vicky said, with her faithful eyes on his and her world rocking about her and her lips ten-tim- anti-aci- white. You believe in God, dont you? Quent asked, almost absentminded- ly. I do. Then while Im in there, you pray, Vic." He kissed her without smiling, without seeming even to see her; released her from his arms. "My God, you are a tower of strength to me, he said. You are a rock of help! Pray for everything weve got, while I'm in there the kids and the home everything! I always always thought thought," Quentin muttered, turning away, "that I'd like my boys to be proud of their father. My I kids. He went into the sickroom, and There was a big Vicky waited. the upper hall of in chair Spanish the Morrison place, and she sat in it and clasped her hands to keep them still and prayed. A Navajo blanket, richly striped with yellow and black and scarlet, had been hanging over the black iron railing of the stairway; she wrapped it come in with me, for Gods about her; the night was bitterly ardisty, and see what you cold Cudworth said, as they all CHAPTER XV together to Spencers door, heard Quentin mutter as if Silence and night and vigiL Unwf'oke to himself: We all stand talking while the poor fellow seen somewhere a clock struck the hours and the half hours; outside in ,r )Mvn they were In the sickroom; the dark a rising wind whined unia etching her husband's, rath-- n easily, and now and then a broken tlie patients, face, her own branch skittered on the tiling of ' reflecting the fluctuations of the roof. In the upper hallways of house one lamp the .Morrison 'ilig she saw tlicre. wondered. But Im Just magnifying the whole thing into an absolute bugaboo! Victoria told herself. It wont happen that way! Spencer will die of an operation, Quentin can sign a certificate about that, any,, ay, and Cudworth wont talk, hes got his own professional reputation to protect, he doesnt want to be mixed Into any murder trial! Shell go away, and this time next year well be worrying about something else! She could reassure herself for a moment; then the solitude and silence of the night began to work with a shudder. If youd still been in Germany! Quentin, will there have to be an investigation now, will there be any talk of poison? I dont think so," Quentin said somewhat uncertainly, looking at his colleague. The other doctor re- peated the phrase more decidedly. Im extremely glad to wash my hands of the whole thing, Dr. Cudworth said. Hes warned now, and I think we might give the nurse a hint; it seems to me we might " I am going to talk to both nurses; Ive had this girl telephone for another, Quentin said, and once again Vicky thought that he was two men; the Quentin who was the childrens adored Dad, easy and quiet and quite willing to take their word for anything, to listen to them, to learn from them, and this other Quentin, who held life and death in his big square hands. It would be better to get him into a hospital, of course, but we cant move him now. You say Serena hasnt shown up at all? he asked Victoria, when they were all out In the hall again. Not a sound." Will you wake her up? Im going to take a look at Spencer. Amah here will let the nurse go down for some coffee. Ive got to talk to Serena. Victoria crossed the upper hall, turned the knob of Serenas door, and spoke from the threshold: Serena! There was complete darkness within. Serenas apartment was on the western side of the house, and the first dim grayness of dawn that had struck into the kitchen, and that was now timidly attacking the eastern world, had made no entrance here. There was black night beyond Serenas window, and in the room vague, darker shadows. Vicky greped inside the door casing, found a switch, and Inundated the place with soft, rosy light Everything was orderly enough. Vicky had seen these pink taffeta fittings before, the doll and Manwalls, the darin lamps, the black worsted dog with the beady eyes. But there was in the silence here now something indefinably frightening. Her heart beat fast with terror. Serena, still wearing the pale lavender dressing gown in which Vicky had first seen her last night, was lying flat across the unopened bed. The delicate pink taffeta covers still were spread in their daytime position, and flowed over the dais in thick rich flouncing and folds. At the top of the low wide bed, a halfcircle of finely pleated silk rose like a moon. Beside the pillows were the night table and the pink telelamps, the . phone, the book in a tooled vellum cover that Serena had been readd long-legge- d ing. Ive an Even Break? Spencer Asked. Got their spell again, and Victoria felt with a sort of desperation that if Quentin didnt come out of that room pretty soon . . . The amah appeared presently, looking like a little old mahogany cotton carving in a coat. Fix room for nurse, she whispered, and Vicky was glad to go with her to the spare room, help her in the warming human business black-and-whi- of making beds and arranging tow- els. He wasn't dead yet, anyway! Before they had finished, Quentin and Dr. Cudworth joined them. Quentin looked exhausted; his hair was tumbled, and his operating gown, one of Miss Pierces aprons put on backward, was spattered with red. He took off the apron. Excuse my appearance, Vic, he said, sitting down panting. My Lord, but that was quick work! How is he? Vicky asked. But even before she asked it, the blood had come back to her heart and she had had time to feel an almost frightening first ecstasy of hope. Hes doing remarkable," Dr. And he can thank Cudworth said. your good husband here. You are, in my opinion, a genius. Dr. Har-dist- y. "Oh, Quent, there isnt really a chance? , Magnificent constitution, and his own feeling will help, Quentin still ghastly pale and breathing hard, said to the other doctor. And then to Vicky, "Everything is as good as it can be; better, I would say. He openid his eyes and looked at me; it didnt take him five minutes to get his bearings. Vicky sat down in a winged chair and put her hands over her eyes and began to cry, and Quentin, leaning over to pat her on the back, laughed with tears in his own eyes. of myself!" I'm she stfllnmered, looking up to smile But but it througn wet lashes. saves us all! It saves us all, Quentin. I've been sitting out there alone, thinking and thinking. Did she come out at all? the local doctor asked in the pause. Mrs. Morrison? Shes probably packing, QuenI imagine shell get out tin said. It would be the best away. right tiling all round if she did." Oh, but Quentin, the relief! Vicky's eyes shone like stars; It was too good to be true, too good tr be true! "If you hadn't come bark from the hospital! she said Serena! Spencers better. They think he will live. Quentin wants to speak to you! Silence. The rooms mistress lay as she might have lain in a moment of sleep. She was lying on her back, her beautiful hair loosened and falling in a cascade over her shoulder, one arm hanging relaxed over the edge of the bed. Vickys heart suddenly rose into her throat, and she felt her knees weaken. She dared not turn her back on this room. Instead she backed slowly away, heard the men emerging from Spencers room; turned to show them an ashen face and to clutch at Quentins arm. Oh, Quentin, shes only asleep, I guess, but dont go In there! Dont Shes lying on her bed she didnt go to bed I spoke to her and she didnt stir. Whats the matter, Vicky? Quentin asked, surprised, weary. What did she say? Has she fainted? He went toward Serenas door. Vicky, with a little gasp of fright followed along beside him. Again she looked at the rosy beauty of Serenas room: the pink lights on delicate pink silk, the litter of beautiful luxurious nothings with which Serena had surrounded her-- s , a rabbit-skirug, silver frames and vases, tortoise - shell fitting mounted in gold for the desk at which Serena wrote only love notes. Wait a minutel Quentin said sharply. He went to the bed, touched the figure lying there; gripped the unresponsive shoulder with a big hand and shook it Serena! he said. And then, turning to Vicky and the other doctor: Look here! What is It? Cudworth asked, advancing into the room. Dead! Quentin said. n Vicky was clingOh, no! Who would do it, who would do it? Shes done it herself, eh? Cudworth asked. He stooped and picked from the floor something that glitYe tered brightly in the soft light. Oh, no, Quent! ing to his arm. didn't care for that investigation, the old man did ye, my lady? queried, staring down at the dead woman with a shrewd light in his eyes. Suicidel Vicky whispered. Yes; she did it herself, QuenLook there! tin muttered. (TO BE COM! WED) Statue to Morgan Horse The Morgan horse was developed In New England. In 1921 a statue of Justin Morgan, the progenitor of this race, was erected on the U. S. Morgan Horse Farm at Middlebury, Vt., on the 100th anniversary of the death of this famous horse. This farm of 400 acres was given to the Department of Agriculture in 1907, to be used I r developing the test Morgan blood. Sew, Sew, Sew-Your-O- wn Western Hoslelries. FRANCISCO, SAN CALIF. They have mighty fine hotels in this town. Ive stayed at several of them and friends of mine have been put out of some of the others. And once I enjoyed a fire scare tire alarm, at 3:30 a. in., brought to the lobby a swarm of moving here when picture actors without any makeup on and not much else. This was in the era of the silent films, but you wouldnt have dreamed it to hear the remarks of an hysterical lady star when she discovered that her chow had been forgotten. The current husband also was temporarily missing but she was comparatively calm about that She probably figured a husband could be picked up almost any time whereas darling little Ming Poo had a long pedigree and represented quite a financial Investment and anyhow was a permanent fixture in her life. Through the strike here, the traveling public seemed to make out. Maybe visitors followed the old southern custom stop with kinfolks. Think, though, how great would have been the suffering had the strike occurred during prohibition days when transient guests might have perished of thirst without bright uniformed lads to bring them first-aipackages lathe handy sizes! Bellhops qualified as hfesavers those times. d Humans in the Raw. I behold vast numbers of fellow beings strolling the beaches, yes, and the public thoroughfares too, while wearing as few clothes as possible and It seems to be possible to wear very few Indeed I dont know whether to admire them for their courage or sympathize with them in their suffering or deplore their Inability to realize that theyd be easier on the eye if theyd quit trying to emulate the raw oyster which never has been pretty to look upon and, generally speaking, is an acquired taste any- AS how. For a gentleman who ordinarily bundles himself in heavy garments clear up to his Adams apple, this warm weather strip-ac- t entails a lot of preliminary torture. At first our gallant exhibitionist resembles a forked stalk of celery bleached out in the cellar. Soon he is one large red blot on the landscape, with fat water blisters spangling his brow until he looks as if he were wearing a chaplet of Malaga grapes. In the next stage he peels like the wallpaper on an Ohio valley parlor after flood time. Destructive Hired nelp. SOMEBODY found a stained glass an English church dating back to 683 A. D., but still intact. And from the ruins of a Roman villa, theyve dug out a marble figure of Apollo the one the mineral water was named after in a perfect state although 2,000 years old. These discoveries are especially interesting to this family as tending to show that hired help Isnt what it must have been in the ancient time. We once had a maid of the real old Viking stock who, with the best intentions on earth, broke everything she laid finger on. Moreover, she could stand fiatfooted in the middle of a large room and cause treasured articles of virtu, such as souvenirs of the St. Louis World's fair and the china urn I won for superior spelling back In 1904 at the Elks' carnival to leap to the floor and be smashed to atoms. She didn't have to touch them or even go near them. I think she did it by animal magnetism or capillary attraction or something of that nature. The first time we saw the Winged Victory, Mrs. Cbb and I decided it must have been an ancestor of Helsa who tried to dust it with the disastrous results familiar to all lovers of classic statuary. sizes (29 to 37 bust). Size 13 requires 4 yards of 35 or material. With long sleeves 414 yards are required. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., 149 New Montgomery Ave., San Francisco, Tp O MAKE you the girl of his Calif. Patterns 15 cents (in coins) dreams (and to keep him al- each. Q BeU Syndicate. 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Size 14 yards of 1223 h is designed ma- for LIFES LIKE THAT Ha Doesn't Efpect Help Usually the man who is in a position to say, My friends would do anything for me, is the man who doesn't need it. Make it your business to know how to do things for people and they will pay you well. That is the surest means of making ones way In the world. Angels can do no more, means that angels will not waste time and energy on something that is futile. Culture consists in liking the best things in art and literature and not pretending to. The Other Way Around Instead of motorists decreasing accidents these days, accidents are decreasing motorists. Experience is a dear (expensive) teacher, and she ought to be; for she teaches the most valuable thing in life common sense. In his enjoyment of nature, can anyone become sophisticated? roleman If atitle ANTERN Jse your Coleman hundred of place re an ordinary Inn Uae it for i is metrsa. chorea, hunt ftohing, or on any , it turns it job it into day. Wind, i or snow can't put it. if igb candle-powe- r preaaure light, eroerne and gaaoline iela. The f meat made, ea aa low aa $4 45. ir local dealer can THE COT FMAN TAMP AND STOVE CO, WU172, Wichita, Kaoa.f Chicago, IH. Philadelphia, Pa. Lot Augeiea, Calif, (6174) lpt. By Fred Neher The Reaping Season. may not have CERTAIN crops due to weather well, conditions, or, as some Republicans would probably contend, because of New Deal control. But, on the other hand, hasnt It been a splendid ripening season for die-har- d walk-out- shut-up- s, lock- outs and picket lines? It makes me think of the little story the late Myra Kelly used to tell of the time when she was a public school teacher on New Ycuks East Side. She was questioning her class of primary-gradpupils, touching on the callings of their re, spertive parents. She came to one little girl, shabby and tiny thin and shy. Rosie," she asked, at what docs your father work? Mein poppa he don't never work, Teacher, said Rosie. 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