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Show AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN By ARTHUR STRINGER an FAX AKhoofh he VtL 4 utot Ml somethlne. JX .. Wl. .nkluL. tar. riw la aaarea tf - .... than. eraser, SUde's Prttr 1W""- W . .. ai. la mi tha Will" - - whea M starts eei to ( aldeO 07 aa eaiuma and y two old pros tata ass 7 " - i ..am. waarw aw " IU AM caww j)rt Mmtd tllm Tamstaad Is LaatklU Olt Of M COUH7 r L ke SUde attempts U x- r - i. k. k - 0 garatlL TamiUid uni i ifeaaoou aim uur aa a oa-Lii, oa-Lii, VbuU, U esUme, toe-fpttjai toe-fpttjai a sample ol Frayaa's Life) raraa raw" r"i saarca powar. - now f vk( lonad SUde's plaaa Cgaf ! SHWa.JotaeS by L padra" aad hla daughter, 'urwlx thai tlada would not jL ate plaaa aafaardad, they raoi- MaHtaiiif atl aappenao to aim. j faaa off atooe la kar father's lad aim. Littaat aitb the story. WN.U.StRJr-lCl wc. aw tv :' a at. rrjr'jr m- IB? ' St4W X a-" an "Tea. It's Lynn," ahe told aim. Tee found yon." -17- CBAPTEB XVII ferfnf sun and a quick glance til gauge told Lynn that Using bad carried ner xar- ltld than the bad firit in- Tired and dispirited, ah ihlpJown on a many-armed tit met a tenet or ume- jd.es on one tide and merged tttered ItleU and muskeg on to. And after eating and not- thinning light about ber ahe that enough flying bad been V one day. slept that night in the plane u the bad done often enough Her sleep, for all her wearl- li both broken and troubled. jht awakened, in the gray morning, it was oddly like of to a calL She-tat ' up :td about, wondering at to let of that ghostly cummoni. failed when the beard it re- For what had come to her lake water draped with its mists was the echoing call bipeter swan. quietly opened the cabin pd studied the lake's surface. pent later ber eyes coasted irer shoreline and through lib spruce she saw a bear iwn to the water's edge and kught, at first, that it was I Its movements were so I uncertain. Then the bear, effort, stood up on its hind Ind the staring girl saw it I bear, but a man. clambered down from the lad hurried ashore. She over gravel beds and gul-pusned gul-pusned ber way through a t briars, ber breath coming It and shorter gasps as she It did not call out But and anxiety awept through interlocking waves as she on. For even before she W that squatting figure she Pis Slsde. fPPed to her knees, in front she cried. remained empty and wire. wi-re. wt a dream, Alan," she is she crowded closer to brushed back the Uncle of P bis face. She could see f ie vacancy go out of his be mumbled, still ln- i It's Lynn," she told pclrcluu; his rssrred body armt. fnnnl kticed, for the first time. r' of bis tremulous body. r mm as he sank to K .where be sat staring at w Battered flyer's boots, my knife." ha muttered. sn't count now," she nre's food and every-need every-need in the nlane. But Jering if you can walk that again, less harshly. I could still walk a nun- meal" he aald as jnore 0t to hla irm been doinv C'a' ' him to the ground, lPt of moss-covered rock, i reached the lake arm Wo waa . resting.- Then 'Wly made a fire and ned milk and coffee ebln storea. s passiv, as a child ward while ahe tugged She bathed his bruised t the cuu and scratches, LWej ' anointed with witch -'h ,drotted. him - to J''"nntheP.drt'. JJh. which we, too wide he1al. ""we've got 1 ta less like a bear." iVS " h thered 04 oent over him with her J icraped clean his I "X might haw slept on. if it hadn't been for them. and not seen you." He blinked down at the plane wings in the lake cove, surrounded by its sheltering ridges. "What Is it?" asked Lynn. "I've got to go back," cried Slade, struggling to his feet "Back where?" asked Lynn, star tled by the look of hate that dark ened his face. "To where they're hiding with that Lockheed. I've got to find Turn-stead Turn-stead and Frayne." His voice shook with passion. "I've an account to settle with them." He told her, briefly, of his cap ture and abduction, of his escape from the island, of his loss of strength as he tried to fight his way down to the coast 'And if you hadn't come," be concluded, "I'd have gone out the way they wanted me to." "Then you mustn't go back," the maintained. "You've faced danger enough. We know what those men are now. They'll stop at nothing. And I don't want you killed." He shook off her band and faced ber. who knows what those men are?" he demanded She told him of Umanak's discov ery and of the Flying Padre's flight that brought him to the two embat tled old sourdoughs from the Kasa- kana. Slade'a eyea narrowed aa be lis tened. "Then my hunch wasn't wrong, be cried out as hia face darkened with a newer hostility. He looked at the spruce ridges that stretched away to the south. Then he looked at the faded blue wings of the plane. "Let's get going," he announced with a brusqueness that brought ber gaze about to his face. "Not yet," she said, realizing how remote from ber he stood in his man's world of conflict "What is it?" be questioned, puz zled by the intentness with which she continued to study bim. "If you go back there," the told him. "It will be like going into battle. bat-tle. It will-" But be cut ber abort. "It'll be battle all right," was the bark that came from hia dry lips. "We can't tell what will happen," she went on. "We can't be we of anything. But before we go I want to be sure of one thing." "Of what?" ha asked, his eyes on the plane. But after another look at his gaunt face, she knew there was no room for life's subtler hungers in that tired and broken body of bis. And pride, coming to her rescue, kept ber from answering bis question. "Let's go," was all she said as she stooped to gather up her scattered scat-tered possessions. Slade. at the controls, arrowed southward with his throttle wide open. Lynn, from time to time, was conscious of the grimness of his face Yet she smiled at the realized that a part of hia grimness waa due to the assiduousness with which he was chewing dried beef at be flew. He had been hungry, the remembered, re-membered, for a long time. Then he stopped chewing and scrutinized the country under his float. The emptier rock ridges had given way to more closely watered terrain, to a region of lakes and streams interspersed with dolorous stretches of muskeg and marshland "We must be getting there," be ,cajled oyer his shoulder si a. still larger lake floated unaer mem ana was left behind. "There should be smoke," Lynn told bim. "Father said a fire would be kept going." "Where?" asked Slade. vWhere you left your ship," she explained, already searching the blue-misted ridges before her. But Slade was the first Uf catch 'ght"6f the far-off 'brume Of slgnal-amoke. slgnal-amoke. He could Sf the gray drift above the furred darkness of the apruct slopes. His Jaw hardened as be changed his course a point or two and droned down on the many-armed many-armed lake that more and more took Co n aspect of familiarity. Hia memories of that district clearly were not palatable ones. ".Wbere'i my plane?" he demand-ad demand-ad 'a Ihey dropped to"- , "It should be bere," said Lynn, busy searching the ahorellne. But It wat not there. All Slade could tee, after drifting Into the lake arm between the rldget, waa a ragged old figure with a rifle, watching watch-ing them as they came. Behind him burned a huge fire of spruce boles, sending a drift of smoke up the air. "It's Minty," cried Slade at their pontoons grounded on a gravel bar. Lynn was the first to clamber down and hurry ashore. "Where's Father?" ahe questioned. But the ragged old sentinel with the rifle was watching the long-legged long-legged figure with the mooring gear in its hand "So they found you. Lindy." he exulted. "And you're back in the nick o' time, son. For there's hell let loose in these hills." "Where's Father?" persisted Lynn. Minty, finally conscious of her questioning, inspected her with a reproving eye. "He's out scoutin' for you, lady. And be sure lost sleep wonderin' what'd happened to you. Where'd you find this puddle-jumper?" "That can wait" aald Slade. "What I want is that swan-hunter." Minty spat and squared his shoulders. shoul-ders. "Then you've sure come to the right quarters, son," he asserted. "For he's barricaded over at that lake end o' hia and he's slingin' lead at anything that comes within half a mile o' bis bide-out" "And that flyer of his. Tumstead?" questioned Slade. "I ain't aeen no flyer," answered Minty. "And I ain't seen no plane come and go. What he's try in' to do, I'd say, la hold- us off until a plane can swing in and pick bim up." Slade turned to his ragged old friend. "Let me have that rifle." he 'said. But Minty promptly backed away. "Not on your life." he retorted. "I got uae for this old girL" He pointed toward the widen ing vista of muskeg country that stretched away into the north. "Zeke'a out there atalkin' that swan-hunter's side-kick. And Tm goin' to help bim run down that human gorilla." "You mean KarneU?" cried Slade. "That'a Jus who I mean, Lindy. The slinkin' louse tried to outflank us in the night. But Zeke's got him cut off from his camp-mate out there, dodgln' lead like a eoyote. And I'm goin' out to back up my bunkie." Even as he spoke the sound of a repeated rifle shot thinned by dis tance, came to them. "I'll go with you," announced Slade. Lynn could aee his gaunt face once more darken with hate. Then he turned to her. "Stay here with the plane." he told her. He pointed to the fire. "And you'd better keep smoke showing show-ing until the Padre gets back." She was able to forgive the peremptory per-emptory note in hla voice as she moved closer. to him. He stopped, tor a moment to study her face. But he failed to fathom the source of her anxiety. "You'll be safe in the plane," he told her. "If you're in doubt, or there't any threat of danger, you can take off." "I wasn't thinking about myself," she said with reproving quietness. "Then what'a worrying you?" be" asked matter-ot-factly. She caught at bis sleeve. '"I dbh't warrt you' to go; Alan." His eyes remained preoccupied as he freed himself. "Don't worry about me," be said. "I've got to go." "But what good will it do?" ' "l don't know yet? be retorted.-"But retorted.-"But Karnell tried to kin me. And I'm gojng" to do what I can to round him up." She -knew - enough of frontier- life to realise there were times when women figured small in man's scheme of things. And this was another occasion, she remembered, when there was no room for tenderness tender-ness in life. "All right" she said, well-schooled in quick decisions from others. "I'll be here with the plane. When rather ra-ther gets back I'll tell him which way you went" She wanted to say mora, but she knew It was useless. (TO BE CONTINUED) Kathleen Norris Says: Love and Service Are Irresistible Weapons Bll Syndicate WNU Foaturoa. PATTER SEWING CIRCLE Tkii gaiiM e MwUea, agreement and good manners will b enjoy by the chilirtn. And the fmrelgn-born Grciufpe will 6 firit delighted mtd flattered, end then, inevitably, toftmrd. j ----- M By KATHLEEN NORRIS 1v TV HTTCjn ATJTVC ftV. er is foreign-born," writes Emma. "He lives with us, and there is never a meal during which the old man doesn't start up an argument in praise of the Fatherland. He is 83 years old, but strong and hearty; he owns the three bakeries of which my husband is man ager, and pays me good board. We have four sons and a daughter, whose ages range from 17 to ; it is very hard for them to hear their country criticized, and its enemies praised an the time. "Up to this time Grandpa and I have always been good friends. He is devoted to my children; he and they have had a little home orchestra or-chestra ever since they were mere babies; they love him. He putters around the farm, practices hia violin, vio-lin, likes to help me in the kitchen. I can boast that there was complete harmony and serenity in my home until Just these last few months, when the curse of war seems to have crept in. and we are having difficulties difficul-ties in getting through a single meal without bitterness. "Otto, my husband, is the genUest, most good-tempered angel with which any wife and children ever could be blessed. He merely laughs about all this, and says, 'Go easy, Papa; we're all Americans here.' But the boys and I find It very hard to keep our mouths shut Last night the third boy, Harry, broke out aud-denly, aud-denly, 'You could be sent to a concentration con-centration camp for saying that Grandpa!' We were all shocked, and the old man was reduced to tears, for Harry is his special favorite. Gave Ber His Farm. "What can I do to get us through the years that may be ahead, without with-out destroying everything toward which Otto and I have been building all these years a happy home, with nothing but love and kindness in it? Grandpa wants to live with us now; be has given ma this farm, but it is his own old home, that be and bis wife built fifty years ago. He has a right to be here. "His only ether son has an invalid in-valid wife; we will net, break his heart by suggesting that he go to strangers. But this present situs-tion situs-tion is almost unendurable to me and I would be deeply grateful for any solution that you might suggest" sug-gest" My acluUon, Emma, la a simple and effective one. It is that you take the four children luto your confidence con-fidence and play a game with Grandpa. Grand-pa. He is too eld ever to suspect it is a game, and Its rules are such thar tfc ' 'imff ' outragedut Mi "rV marks the more - fun the children will have. It consists merely in politeness. But not ordinary politeness. The politeness your children will learn from Oils game win la si them' eH their lives. To illustrate what I mean: One of the fighting men of today was .a -small boy -on . our .maunjUIn jancb years ago; he spent most of his summers with us. We have a pool on the ranch, and two generations of children have learned to swim In the pool. They begin in the shallow end, gasping under splashing water and never toe far from the safety of the steps. ' They Soon Learned. But In no time at all shrill shrieks el "Watch met Looky, Tm swimmingTan swim-mingTan diving I can go under water I can turn somersaults!'' informs in-forms us that one mora boy or girl PLAY A QAME The "Emma" who write thit letter hs a problem we can mil underttand. She must choose between hurting an old man who love the "Father' land" he remem ber and listening listen-ing to him defend one of our countrf enemies. Kathleen Norrii advises Emma and her children to play a little game with him. It can do no harm, the says, and it may do a lot of good. What is the game? Just the light hearted practice of good manners and the loving kindness which is more convincing con-vincing than all the arguments in the world. Jmi lift 1590-B IN TOWN and in country, at 1 home and in the office this is a iress which is "tops" for style and tomfort, Larger figures will par ticularly like the full-cut bodice and the six-gore skirt which fits with such admirable smoothness. We suggest it for gabardines, Hansels, Han-sels, new rayon weaves. Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1590-B la designed de-signed for lists 34, 38. 38, 40, 44 and 48. Size 38 with ahort sleevea take 4 yarda 39-Inch material. SEWTNO CIIICI.E PATTERN DEM. 141 New Moatioraarjr Street S.i FraacUee Calif. Encloie 20 cents u eolna for each pattern dcilred. Pattern No SUa Name . Addresa Outdid York On October 8, 1918, the same day that Scrgt. Alvin York killed 20 and. captured 132 Germans sin-glehnndcd sin-glehnndcd in the Dattle of the Ar-gonne, Ar-gonne, another American soldier. Private Joseph OklahombL- a full-blood full-blood Choctaw Indian, likewise captured 171 Germans sinftlehand-ed sinftlehand-ed in i battle near Salnt-Etlenne, France. ALL-BRAN FUDGE SQUARES-BEST YOU EVER TASTED! Every mother In the land will want to bake these acrumpttoua coolea. Chll-4rn Chll-4rn wui domoUab e plate of tbent ra a wink. Orown-upa rave about their "different" taste and new erunehy te turo They're made, of eourae,.wltH the xamoua cereal, Kellogg'a All-Bran. KtOLMO'S ALL-BRAN FUDGE SQUASXS - S squares un- leup sugar -aweetened eup Sour chocolate 4 eup All-Bran u cup butter H eup Butmeato Segga 1 teaspoon vanilla extract Uelt chocolate over hot water and add butter. Boat eggs well, add sugar and beat until light and fluffy. Add melted chocolate and butter. Stir 1st Sour. All-Bran, chopped Butmeato and flavoring. fla-voring. Pour Into greased pan, making a layer about one-third Inch thick. Bake to mederato ovoa S7i.) about SO BUBUtea, Yield: Sixteen 1-taca oquarea ( s I men pas), , , . la Excess Excess of aorrow lauffha. excess of joy weeps. William Blake. has taught himself or herself to b at home in water. Well, this particular beloved boy was in the Midway sea battle and at Midway. A hot still day came when he found himself in the Pacific ocean, with only a plank between him and death. Death indeed was all about him; waves of smoke and oil washed over him but he had been trained to dive and float and stand on his head and ssve his breath, and be could hold out where other gallant boys could not He was battered and blackened and slippery when they picked him up. but his first remark was that be could have stuck it out for another six hours. The moral for you in this story is that you have an opportunity now to teach your five children mental and spiritual diving and swimming and endurance, and you must not miss the valuable chance. Tell them that because Grandpa Is old, and because be remembers so fondly the Fatherland of his youth, which he has not visited for more than forty years, and because he DID emigrate to this country with a good father, when he was only 17, you are going to humor him in his delusions. Be sure to make it a game. Grandpa WUI Be Delighted. It is a game of smiles, agreement, attention, good manners. They will enjoy it tremendously, once they are well into It Grandpa will be first delighted and flattered, and then inevitably softened. Their courtesy will lead him to speak of hit childhood, child-hood, of the old days of music and gardens and home, and he will grow less assertive and truculent every day. Nobody can argue with himself, him-self, and a smiling nod and pleasant assent will daunt him as no vituperation vitu-peration could. - What harm will tt do? It won't make the boys one whit less loyal to America; it will teach them the . imguiy pawcr ui ooa over evu. And when (Since a boy or girl has learned that lesson he or she bat been given a greater treasure than anything else you could wish for him. If the nations had learned it, Jar back in the past when nation? were young and small, poor old Grandpa would not have to be violently vio-lently defending the policy of a Jtnin:4erej:,Ua.r ...and robber ..today. Yes, I mean Hitler. Silence, love and service sre irresistible ir-resistible weapons. Your children will soon find them so strong that they - will be almost sorry to use them. It will ba almost cruel to baffle Grandpa by a gentle rejoinder, rejoin-der, a friendly glance. Impress upon them that what a man of S3 says is colored by his happy childhood in the eld country, of the music he loves, of the pain and nervousness and anxiety that he is suffering now with the rest of us. 5 Heaps of nutritious biscuits, waffls-s and quick broad, on tho tables of nutrition-conscious housewives ovorywhoro pay tribute tri-bute to grandmother's baking day secret, "Be sure of results, be proud of results, with Clabber GirL" HULMAN ft CO. - TERM HAUTE, IND. - - Founded ia 1S4S mm 013 0, 35 Enduairo coraroga by Ajdatad Flees Radio Wire Is seer yoaett On Odobar lSui. tSL boffaa so-perdnfl so-perdnfl Sao news from both Beato , ami Inlarmotmtain Wirao el At. , wbaoo 2S00 eocnapondaats cover be world's news frontal Butthofs Only tart W th atory behind ESL Bowoocadsv.Coniplolo aatvloos of OnSod fieae. plus CBS bows obo rrata.briDf the kar-flung news fronto elrocflytovoa. MakaESLyoursla-tealorowcurotooadfolkibloaowal HELP WANTED, MALE SXCKLLXKT OPPORTUNITY (be ante aMekaataa. 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