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Show I AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN : ' 3 AYnU KLUJJL1II Kathleen Norris Says: TEUM K Bm ISABEL WAITTR--- IT 10 TAR: Jody Jatoa, M tat story, receives our aaeloslM SSM and ai J lor aa abandoned chorea a tha aast day. Sat Snda, C, tha body of man Men-ay Men-ay Last. TnV body dtaap. I hours later. A Bsa ata Hiativ UlUni aa old saaa who is (apposed to have ady lads Roddy Lane's a huidbaf. Lily Randan Vita Hmn Norcross' acarl jack. Albion Potter shres of tba chorck ka has Just Ate Norcross wrltea a eon- i n with Judy's story. X 3APTEE XVI f - Vssed to lave him!" aid ee it, now that Vic ated it out During the (noticed a few discrtp-ssie's discrtp-ssie's confession, but no-he no-he number he had. Take Sself. for instance. It blown the blue scarf lie Plrate'a Mouth be-Cwas be-Cwas a land breeze be-I be-I turned, and the place sheltered. " to show it to the po- inate the brother she f Incriminate him," Vic- Xi the cleverest thing What Bessie says about 1 showing from the path ;f little things like that ling's pretty good, too, i rgotten Mr. Quincy was te piazza ail the eve- wheeled hifii down to .He saw her go up to Jefore dark, and-sh jown again. But Hugh is. I think it may have Ou spoke to, later, talking back rapidly to en were working on the Jeus Quincy' 'had nian-hp nian-hp somehow, and was Jself toward us with his lied to his cane. He . jving me a reproachful t fight. f rget what I told you, l he shot a warning nod '. then be stationed him-fiddle him-fiddle of the road and his signal to find Norcross and t this. Judy." nd somewhere. I should jjtf would eliminate him pects, wouldn't you?" t ices you and me, Bessie Aunt Nella and Uncle j Iren't on the Ust Why. M Potter and De Witt I" lmple, doesn't itT Art log your Uncle Wylie f Kendall hadn't been at a glance. He was ipeni, but personally I fan examination, to be f s crazy? Maybe he amination, tool" (the steps in high dudg-I dudg-I I'd better take Thad- advice. Victor Quade ij things like that ev-Jlle ev-Jlle which forced me lie suspicloner. Wylie foss was coming down !came directly toward says she gave you a I don't know what's f. She won't speak to Serself in." friid of him? I was ee the men across the ;"my aunt's movements 8. Then Bessie's de-je de-je forget my own fear. ( give her any more of medicine?" didn't She takes far St stuff. Why, an over- Don't let her have It Itand when you" I Aen he'd read the let-Mild let-Mild have been an ad-I'd ad-I'd dona so myself, et, Judy. My sister's t awful car. Go up U ean get her to quiet 9? I wish she was out And you, too. When ' something I want ( Just now all I dare of is-b careful" Re f my hand till it hurt letter?" has It He's with the i barn. He told me to I Important, Hugh." He ps forward. tula m be back soon, I kid. glad to escape the te of his haggard eyes. 5o Bessie's door. She (can't sleepl I can't (i. Want me to get you you. Did you give my itter?" SOW. scrambling off the bed. you the my medi- you couldn't have any .t Do let me in, Bes-rcross. Bes-rcross. ril rub your s to badly." ly .she'd flung herself gam, for muffled sobs r reply. X gave It up finally, tiptoeing past poor Lily Ken dall's room and on up Into my own, The picture of the now hateful old church stood in a corner of the ball near my door, , where Victor had moved it -when he'd gone to see if the 500 was still there. It stood on a newspaper, where Albion Potter had thoughtfully placed It to save the floor. I didn't pick It up until I'd made sure about the money. It was still where I'd left It! Certain peculiarities in the letter came to my mind, and it occurred to me at least Bessie had given me some hand-writing to compare, only hadn't examined it closely. I'd go down and try to take a look. But first I picked up the picture to put it into-my room. A wet painting isn't easy to han dle, but when It's wet on both sides it is really difficult Potter had painted the entire back of the can vas an apple green, which was even wetter than parts of the picture itself. it-self. I, too, got it on my hands, and Just when I placed the thing under one of the windows to dry, it fell over. I made a grab, fearing it would be spoiled and smooched. and caught it doing more damage probably than as if I'd let it go Now my hands and a bit of floor be yond the newspaper were a horrid sight I seized the paper and tried to wipe off the place where my hand had been, messing up the back miserably. mis-erably. Then I stood the picture up again and raced downstairs to wash my bands. Never beard of patnting a canyas on both sides before. Per haps the artists did it that way now or maybe Potter had painted on the "Tog sick, Mr. Norcross?" back of another picture. It didn't matter. The thing was not to miss anything outside, I could see Mr. Quincy still wav ing his red banner at the dots In the harbor. The men were hammering hammer-ing at the bottom of the Eleanor. The boat they called to me, was virtually water tight they hoped. The thing was to get it to the shore. Would I go get Wylie Gerry to tell them how? It was too heavy to car ry, and they were afraid they'd scrape the patch off if they Just dragged It along. Weren't there any rollers? "Uncle Wylie'll show you: He's at the bridge." If De Witt or Potter thought I was their Western Union boy they were much mistaken. I skedaddled over to where Victor was standing beside Hugh, who had just finished reading his sister' let ter. Now he held It out to Quade. "For Ood's sake, what shall I do?" "You could destroy it" "You read it?" Victor nodded. "You all invited me to sort of take charge. I'D help any way I can, Norcross." "But surely you don't think? Bessie? She wouldn't kill an ant! She's afraid, that's all And she'll tick to her story. You see, It wouldn't do any good to destroy this. She'd only confess all over again. She knows I'm guilty. You've got to believe me, man! I . murdered Boddy Lane." "Hugh Norcross! I I don't be lieve you," I gasped, tears smart ing my eyes. He didn't have the the courage, I was thinking. Victor said: "And Miss Kendall? You killed her, too, of course. Why?" "Because, she know too much. Be cause she saw me coming out of Potter's room with that confounded cleansing fluid of his, and because she was on the church steps when Roddy and I bad the row and I hit him. So I strangled her with my carl Bessie? Absurd 1" He looked like a handsome dark shadow, haunted by remoras. Ho crumbled his sister's Utter m bis band. "I shall teU the authorities every thing. Will you agree to leav her out of this? Here, Judy," he reached In his pocket and drew out his waW let, removing a few lean bills. "Give her this. TU be taken to Jan as soon as they come. I'd rather not see her. You tell her, Quade, to keep her mouth shut" "Don't take it, Judy. I'm telling you to keep your own mouth shut but I suppose It's too late." "What's all this? What's all this?" None of us had noticed the minister and Quincy, who'd come up behind us and were listening for dear life. "Ood bless my soul! Not you, Norcross?" Nor-cross?" Thaddeus Quincy wheeled back a .pace and took a firmer grip on his cane, even yanking off the red cloth. "Knew it was you all the time, Norcross last night when you wouldn't answer Judy and me." "Yes, it was L On my way to kill Lane." "Good heavens, Norcross, do you know what you're saying? You don't have to admit anything," Victor said. "Less you say the better for you." "I want to talk. I want to confess. con-fess. I wish to God the police would come say, what's Potter running for?" We could all see the artist climbing climb-ing into his car and driving like mad down the narrow Neck. "To get Gerry to help us launch the boat" For a moment our eyes watched, the car, but our ears were tuned to Hugh. He was ranting, almost the way his sister did. "Tame down herrto kflr Lane for what he did to my sister. I saw him coming down the Castle driveway. drive-way. We ent over to the church and fought it out, man to man. Hit him' too hard, I guess. Anyway, he died and I put him in the chest. Just as Judy said. I ought to have locked it but I heard someone coming." Following the pattern following the pattern Just like the letter. "Hugh, let me see that a minute, min-ute, rn give it right back," I said to him. He didn't seem to care what ke did. He automatically banded me the crumpled ball of a letter. 1 turned my back and took a good look at the writing. Neat tiny, very Individualistic. Nothing at all like mine, with the money, I gave it back to him. "so I tied the scarf around hei neck and choked her," he was almost al-most shouting. "But she wouldn't tall through the Pirate's Mouth, Tio.s! Who Go On Bell Snriicai.WNU Faaturas. recreadoit protect that exist ererywhera lor our no-len heroic and necessary "God help us all!" ejaculated De Witt I could see Potter's car coming back with my uncle. "How much money was It you sent me, Hugh-le?" Hugh-le?" I had never called him thai pet name before, but be was sc distrait and I couldn't think him capable of all those crimes. "What alls him?" Albion Potter asked. "He's confessed," shrilled Mr. Quincy. Anyone would have thought he was enjoying himself. "Norcross? Well, I vum!" Uncle Wylie marched straight up to Hugh. "Keep your trap shut young feller. me lad. Iffen you did kill Lane 1 guess we'll all back you up. It was sell-defense, warn't it?" . . And Old Man Brown?" "And Miss Kendall?" The men gathered around the boat shaking their heads and murmuring mur-muring to themselves. They might be good witnesses as far as Lans was concerned, but the others- Uncle Wylie screamed in a high falsetto, the way be did whenever be wanted anything: "Nella I" Auntie came running. "Where'd you hide the Eleanor's rollers?" "Hide 'em? How should I know? Up In the barn chamber, ain't they?" She stood, a trim whlsp of a woman in a neat checkered bib apron, her gnarled hands on hex hips. Then, catching sight of Hugh, "You sick, Mr. Norcross?" Hugh raised haggard eyes and said nothing. "I declare I feel a spell comin' on. too. Want some of my elderberry wine?" Her eye fell on the patch oa tba boat "Land sakes! I'd ruthex put to sea in a barrel, 'tain't safe, is It Wylie?" Uncle Wylie was examining the patch. He looked at it outside and In, then he scratched his head. "Nev er git acrost the gap. Cove net ther. Course wa can roll her down and see. Me, I'd tear that thing off and do it right" "Why don't you do H then?" hit wife asked tartly. "Take too long. Let's see If she'll hold water." "On, what the heck!" Hugh sprans up to help get a log under the Elea nor. "Let's get going, t want the police to come. I want te be ar rested before my sister comet 4Wr,v-:.'.x.",Tt.-.i.!:i., Thaddeus Quincy wheeled blmseli out of the way. Da Witt stood wit closed eyes, praying again, ) thought " Potter and Uncle Wylit took hold of the boat Aunt Nella came down the stem and I went to meet her. She shot s querulous glance at Hugh and asked ins what he'd meant I tried to tel her m a breath. (TO) BK CONTINUED) PRAY AND WORK TO EASE GRIEF "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." This is Kathleen Norris' message mes-sage to mothers u ho have lost sons in the war. She asks them to try to get their minds off their grief by exhausting themselves them-selves for the needs of others. She suggests that mothers may find some happiness by being of help to other boys. Solace can be found by taking a comprehensive com-prehensive view of the world struggle and, best of all, by prayer. Get into work with our $en icemrn, canteen. Red Crott, or in on of tA, rtatioA protect that exist . factory and munition workert. By KATHLEEN NORRIS WOMEN I ta not know and never will see are writingme these da to ask for a word of co,mfort when the dreaded new pomes; ihen they know that the dear familiar boy who was banging . in and out of the house only a little while ago, leaving crumbs and blobs of jam on the kitchen table, leaving books on the stairway and unrecognizable lumps of muddy socks on the bedroom floor, chattering at dinner about scout work, and enthusiastic enthu-siastic over nothing but somebody's some-body's "twenty-two" when they know that he is "missing in action," that he isn't coming com-ing home again. Nothing that I can say can help these mothers. But the is help for them nevertheless, firm and unfailing; un-failing; there is Joy ahead for them again, if they will but lift up their hearts and their eyes to find it Not by looking down into the earth or into the depth of the seas will they find it, but by raising mind and spirit to the blue sky and the stars, and what lies beyond. To begin with, train yourself to take a comprehensive view of the titanic combat in which the whole great world Is Involved. Then take a long look at life, at its mistakes and troubles, disillusionments and burdens, and ask yourself if the boys are really to be pitied when they quit this bewildering scene in youth. go out gloriously and swiftly In bat tle, a battle, which means confusion. excitement thrill, complete forget- fulness of self. No grind, no drudgery, drudg-ery, no ' disappointment, divorce, wory, for them; no illness, failure. old age, boredom. At the very height of vitality and eagerness and keen absorption in what they are do ing, they depart for other scenes, and leave such suffering for us, who cannot follow. Future Will Bring Reunion. But ask the grieving mothers, will we find them again? Ah, If we KNEW that we would find them again, that they are really safe, and happier and wiser than before, that would take away all the sting of grief. But we DO know that we will find them again. It does not take mere blind faith to convince ourselves of that; it is not wishful thinking, combined com-bined with sentimentality and conventional con-ventional religious docility. Any woman who will dry her tears long enough to read the written Word, and study the facts, will find so deep and real a consolation that presently she would not change her certainty even for the old Joy of the boy's living presence. It will be granted that only one Voice has ever spoken truth in this world. All other true voices were either prophesying the coming of that Voice, or echoing It after it ceased. There was but one Christ; in the two thousand years following his death there has never been another, an-other, and no uproar of voices or change In the world have been able to silence it It lives still. What the Master said In his lifetime was utterly ut-terly Incomprehensible to the men who were his friends; it didn't make sense to them, and it doesn't make sense to us. But feebly, blindly. Stupidly we xiing to, It . becaus. w know that It is true. We know that a peasant, preaching for but three years, followed by a few unlnfluen tlal friends, never writing a word, executed as a common criminal we know that He Is still the most powerful Influence in the whole world. All Must Work Toward Religion. And this Is to say that He did not deceive us, isn't It? For we could never claim that he told, us some SEWDNG CDKCLE J'RAri- "J- ( s truths and some untruths. And we KNOW that His doctrine works because be-cause whenever we have the courage cour-age to apply it, harmony and peace, fellowship and love follow It Difficult Dif-ficult as it is to visualize a world in which enemies are forgiven, pot- sessions are shared, the hungry and naked are solaced, a world in which evil is not overcome by evil, but overcome by good hard as it is to envision, yet all of us know that those are the conditions of His Kingdom King-dom on earth, and that it is for every one of us to work toward that Kingdom. . There is no disputing THAT. But having gone so far, heartbroken heart-broken mothers, go a little farther, and see what else he told us. That those who love Him and this means all the splendid boys who are offering of-fering their lives today for a new world of safety and freedom "shall not taste death forever.". They are living, out of your sight The wisest among us hasn't the vision that they have now. "This night thou shclt be with me in Paradise" was said to a poor, wretched stranger, a criminal crim-inal Are we to believe these words of a dying Saviour? Or are you going go-ing to pick out certain words to be lieve and others not to believe? "Blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted.' That was said for you. The Voice that was divine as well as human said that, the one voice in all the world that speaks the truth. So hold fast to that, lor that comfort will be beyond all your imaginings of bliss. Get in the habit of stepping Into a church every day; kneel for a few minutes, asking only the favor that you may be of use and help to other boys. Get into work with our servicemen, serv-icemen, canteen, Red Cross, or In one of the recreation projects that exist everywhere for our no-less-heroic and necessary factory and munitions workers. Get tired; get your mind off your own grief In exhausting yourself for the needs of others. And in other boys, just aa young, eager, heroic, homesick as your boy was, you will find him again. Give up your own sorrow, fears, your own hopes and will, surrender them all to the unfailing guidance of God, and you will be rewarded In a way that will make you feel that you tiever were truly living before. Fighters Think of Home. Here is part of a letter from a boy who went through the battles of Midway and Coral sea. It was a great comfort to another boy's mother, moth-er, and, even though your boy may not have had time to write you, perhaps per-haps his feelings would have been something the same, perhaps ha knew, in the last minute, that the home, people were thinking- of hha " and praying for him. The writer is 29 years, old; has been in the navy for 17 month, and Is still out to the South Seas. ? "Dear Mrs. Blank: I thought you would like to know that Jim never was in better spirits than he wa that last morning. "We had breakfast together an4 he was Just his same usual self, at ease and happy. When the crash came he was laughing. 'JfJ.'LM aT. '.k. 1724 LJ Bright Colors "PHE brighter the better ... a two-piece that lends itself to brilliant contrasting colors. Flattering Flat-tering top, young skirt Barbara Bel Pattern No. I724-B designed de-signed for sizes 12. 14, 18. 18 and 20. Corresponding Cor-responding bust measurements 30. 32. 34, tt and 38. Size 14 (32) bodice requires, with short sieever; tts yards 39-Inch material; ma-terial; skirt 2 yards; yarda ribbon trimming. Favorite Apron A PRONS are certainly turning out to be fashion's pet these days and this one, with patchwork border, is one of the favorite models. J ANOTHER f I A General Quiz " The Questions Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1741-B designed de-signed (or sires 14. 16. 18. 20; 40, 42 and 44. Sire 18 (34) requires 21a yards 3MncB material; 7 yarda bias told. Um scrape (or bottom. Due to an unusually large demand and current war conditions, slightly more time la required In filling orders lor a (ew of the moat popular pattern numbers. Send your order to: SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 14J New Montgomery Street Saa Francisco Calif. Enclose 20 cents in coins for each pattern desired. Pattern No Sire......,, Name Address Battleship a Menagerie ! Fot over a century, seamen on RritieH was iiooofila urea a nnfmif ar 4 tikjaa vv n a Tvaaviii jyviuiiir ted to own pets, with little restriction restric-tion on their number and - size, cave rnUiAf'j.r.TIi banned a few years ago, when the admiralty learned that one battle amp earned an assonmem oi i.oou .a.Vtlnl. inttitilnil In... snakes, bears, deer and antelopes. California Booms For the first time in the history bf California more than one million (persons are now employed in lndus-Rries, lndus-Rries, a goodly part of them being Ehip, airplane and war workers oi arioua sorts. The average wage at he end of 1942 was $48.41 per week. 1. What is the khamsin which was mentioned so often in news reports from Africa? 2. What country flies its flag upside up-side down while at war? 3. What per cent of the numerical numeri-cal strength of modern air armies is in training planes? 4. How do military experts rate the two biggest factors, production produc-tion and supply, and battle, in winning win-ning this war? Poultry Pasture Sanitary In addition to the valuable poul try feed in pasture there is the matter mat-ter of sanitation. Frequent movings of the brooder house will enable the best kind of health conditions for the entire season. The Answers t. It is a hot African wind which fills the air with sand. 2. The Commonwealth of the Philippines is the only country in the world that flies its national flag upside down while at war. 3. Approximately 60 per cent 4. Seventy-five per cent rests on production and supply and 23 per cent on battle. Pigs en U. 8. 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