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Show r-'l . ft r t AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN t Kathleen Norris Says: jfoout Hasty Weddings in Wartime BeU Syndleata WNU Ftaturss. W walked merou tha floor, held hit two big hands out to me and laid. "II fer hert will marry iu will you laka a chance with me, Julu?" KATHLEEN NORRIS 1ST week I went to two weddings. One was a golden wedding and the ir was a war wedding. The e at the war wedding had Wn her man for something tie less than two months. those who love her and ie who know him are not nd that they are making mistake. le answer lies in the char-i char-i of the two. The man is a serious, affectionate, Je -loving, mother -loving Ion who wears the uniform e United States navy; the loving, eager, generous, little creature whose g, through many a hap- ddy time in her dancing house-party days, has true to one ideal; a hus-to hus-to love, a home, children. lose are great words," the tald Je, with teari In her smiling when the exciting moment of to the marriage license bu- arrived. She looked about with lit approval upon the couples. fed young, black and white and who were streaming into the lalL "For better or worse, for or poorer. In sickness and I MEAN those," she told room-to-be. mean them, too," he added fed cherish." she said, lauah- "I love that word I I am going the cherishlngest wife you saw!" id the most cherished," he told And when, the next day, stand-d stand-d a glowing September gar-e gar-e heard them make the Sol-promises, Sol-promises, we believed them, rn Wedding Hllarioes Event golden wedding was an alto-f alto-f more hilarious affair, as a i wedding has a right to be. were there, a daughter, the wives, the daughter's husband, grandchildren and approxi. y SO uncles, aunts, cousins and tnls. Also a great-grandchild i Julia for her great-grand-ir. aged five weeks old. There a great many kisses, much 'y, bursts of laughter, artempt-snclng artempt-snclng of children, running up own stairs. wore a plum-colored silk and I Irish lace collar, but these prevent her rushing into the n to see to the turkey-roast-t dashing upstairs to bubble ulia after her two-o'clock bot- and Dad got many presents; s served the city of Brooklyn illy as a fireman for almost entury; his friends came In the day to add their congrat- tos to the general uproar, and tap of golden presents grew f formidable as the hours went en-rod and golden chrysan- orange cakes, gold cakes, old-rimmed plates from the bildren, gold-framed photo- gold platters and boxes; the ver flowed on into the night ere did I meet JoeT" Ma said when Julia, bottled and bub- had fallen asleep on her ex-ced ex-ced shoulder, and we bad a J" Pffient -fcwtftaw. JBPltairi,. i the was a time , when, I ft't have told you, but now 10 ou how it was. My cousin going to marry Joe, and playing fast and loose, she nd she wouldn't I'd never Joe. I was to meet him at my Jwther'a. house in Cork the of the wedding. I was 17. ". We all ffnt In thm hnus The priest was there, r" we P Anna. 'FOR RICHER OR POORER' j Character is the answer to the question of whether or not to enter into a hasty wartime marriage. Here is the story of a couple who spent 50 ideal years together, yet they had never seen each other until IS minutes before their marriage! Girls today must realize that their soldiers will return changed some for the better, some for the worse. Bills, a small income, and sacrifices of the early days of marriage are a sharp contrast to the light-hearted light-hearted days of honeynoon-ing. honeynoon-ing. But strong characters can make these Very difficulties a strengthening influence. and the family and friends, and there stood Joe, sailing that week for America and no Anna. And the last minute, when we were all as nervous as witches, didn't Anna's father stand up and say that to his shame he'd have to tell us that Anna oad backed down, she wouldn't marry anyone and go away from Ireland and Ler mother that she wouldn't, not for ten Joe Moores. Substitute Bride. "Well, I began to cry. And when the priest spoke sharply to me and asked me why I would be crying, I spoke up the little shy thing that I was! and said that Joe looked like a good man and a kind one and It was a pity a girl like Anna would miss him! And at that Joe walked cross the floor held his two big hands out to me and said. If Father Fa-ther here will marry us will you take a chance with me, Julia?' and the priest said to my mother, though she looked for 20 years she'd do no better.' And Joe and I sailed away that week with everyone's blessing, and me asking him on the ship did he take milk in his tea or didn't he! "And a good man he's been to me," ended the bride of half-a-cen-tury, tears again in her smiling eyes. "No woman ever had a better! bet-ter! But I'd never laid eyes on him until IS minutes before I married him." These two true stories are in answer an-swer to the thousands of anxious mothers and wives who write me bout the flood of wartime weddings that are engulfing the country. My general advice to the girls is not to marry Just before the hardly-known groom sails sway for foreign service. serv-ice. I've even warned them against engagements, for the man who comes back from Kiska or Guadalcanal Guadal-canal or Naples isn't going to be the man who went away, or rather,lsn't going to be what she thought be was. He may be nicer, he may be not so nice. Whatever he is, he'll be different from your memory of him. All the time he's gone you'll be imagining him. You'll naturally build him up into something superhuman. super-human. When the other girls ask if he's handsome, generous, amusing, amus-ing, smart, your answer will of course be a dreamy ecstatic "Yes." Certainly he was handsome in bis new uniform; of course he was generous gen-erous on that hurried three-day honeymoon. hon-eymoon. He must be smart because be-cause he was offered a really fine Job when he graduated from college, col-lege, only of course, being drafted,' be couldn't accept It Troubles Ahead In Marriage. But when he comes back it won't be honeymoon. Your first budget may be $20 week. Bills, uncertainties, uncer-tainties, and economies may complicate compli-cate your first year together. Axe you willing to face that courageously? By Ernest Haycox a IBM STORY so FAS: Clay Morgan nas decMed to stay a loao hand at aiatt Bsn Herendeen. a rancher beat en manias ma-nias the eatlla eonatry hit own way. Ts two men have been enemies lor roar, having Snt tenth over Clay's wife, LUa, who died hanof him aad beltering ho should have married Horeadeee. Morgaa la a solitary Score, devoted to hit nine-year-old daaghtar, Janet Although Al-though two women, Catherine Grant aad Ann BtcGarrah, are m love with him, they hnow ho cannot forget UU. Of hl former fritndi, only Bach Breathitt had not gone over to Heroadoen's side. Now Back it dead, thol hy Berendeon't foreman. Charity Bulhooae. Card Graat, Cathertne't brother, Joined Her-tadeen Her-tadeen when he discovered that Catherine Cath-erine had hoea to Morgan's ranch, hot tha cold hkMdadnett of Back's marder hat made him break with Borendeen. Warned by foi Willing, a "neater" he once befriended. Clay discovert that Bertndeen Is ttcallng hit cattle. Be goet to Berendeon't ranch tor a showdown, show-down, bat Berendeen beats him to the draw. Be Is torroanded by Beren-deea't Beren-deea't men, aad there teemt no way oat, when Life White, one of Heron-deen't Heron-deen't friends, ridet np. Like Gnrd Grant, he la led np with Herendeen's high handed methods. Risking hit own life to save clay, ho persuades him to take a chance on riding oat of Berendeen's Beren-deen's ranch. Be doesn't think Berendeen Beren-deen win dare to shoot. New continue with the story. CHAPTER XVI It was still close and risky, as they both knew. Morgan swapped a short glance with the smiling White, feeing thorough understanding in the letter's eyes. Morgan made the decision for both of them at this moment turning his horse squarely on Herendeen. The movement pulled White around and thus the two of them, holding their horses to a walk, passed down the yard in a silence that had bo bottom. The river road bent around a point Reaching this point ready to turn it and shut the Three Pines ranch house from sight Morgan had his backward glance. Herendeen and his men were in the saddle, heading for the Haycreek Hills. They were going after the beef, Morgan knew. Lige White came abreast "Clay, I'm ashamed to say it Jut I've strung along with Ben, not liking what's been going on around me. I still do not like It but I cannot tolerate tol-erate this kind of war. Keep away from him. The man's gone crazy." "A little late now," said Morgan. "There's fight coming. Ben's made up his mind, and so have L Stay out of it Lige. And see if you can get Gurd to do the same." Lige White said with the greatest reluctance: "I have hated to see this day come." "A long time coming," said Morgan, Mor-gan, and put his horse to the slope. Lige White Witched him climb, excitement mirroring brightly in his eyes; afterwards he continued along the road, bound for Gurd Grant's. Pete Borders, who had driven the Long Seven beef across the Hay-creek Hay-creek Hills to Herendeen' s range, lay on a peak of the ridge throughout through-out the middle of the day. He saw Morgan arrive at the meadow and grinned to himself at what was no doubt in Morgan's mind. It looked like an open steal on Herendeen' s part which was the way Borders wanted it to look. Later when he aaw Morgan headed head-ed for Herendeen's alone, Pete Borders Bor-ders grew serious and little restless. rest-less. It was, he concluded, bad tactics on Morgan's part; and so. taking to his horse, he went along the Haycreek Hills until he was able to sight the Three Pines ranch from the heights. He snade eat the crowd in the yard and watched the parley. Later he saw a new rider come along which was Lige White and saw two of them ride away. Morgan Mor-gan had got out of it with whole skin, which relieved Borders immeasurably. im-measurably. As soon as Morgan left Lige White, he turned his horse to, the slope of the Haycreek Hills and presently, pres-ently, from a high point he saw Herendeen leave the valley with his crew. Morgan calculated his margin of advantage to be bout twenty minutes min-utes and entered the timber at a fast clip. Ha caught up with his outfit a mile or two beyond the swamp. The cat-tie cat-tie were single file, going very slowly slow-ly on the crooked trail and stretched nut for three or four hundred yards. Cap Vermilye was in front of them, beyond sight Fox Willing held the rear, with Harry Jump still farther back to cover whatever might come up. Harry Jump was little edgy with the strain of. this thing; he showed relief at Morgan's presence. "I been on the verge of ridln' back after you." "They're half an hour behind me. We're apt to have a scrip." "Hell with 'em," said Harry Jump at once. "Let s stop and have it eut" "Keep right on going. Fox, cut ahead and. ride with Cap. If you liMt'tv mliu tacli Wi, jiilit us. If you meet anything In front let out a yell and we'll be right with you." Fox, unable to crowd by the beef on so narrow a way, cut through the timber and rough slab rock with sonslderable difficulty. Harry Jump began to grumble at the lagging cat-le, cat-le, crowding them with his pony. Morgan dropped back distance to watch the trail. Closet Accessories to Make as Gifts That Are Useful and Also Different -IS He made eat the crowd in the yard and watched the parley. They came at last to the stage road and turned into it From the swamp, meadow to this point had been more than an hour's drive and Herendeen Was long overdue, leading lead-ing Morgan to believe that Herendeen Heren-deen had circled them. The trouble, trou-ble, then, would come when they reached the open country. He joined Harry Jump, both of them hating the stragglers forward until the beef was in a compact bunch. Vermilye and Willing were fifty yards forward; for-ward; now and then a cow wandered wan-dered toward the Jckplne forest surrounding them and had to be cut back. At five o'clock they reached the bottom of the stage road, left the pines and swung north toward Government Valley, three miles distant dis-tant Herendeen wss nowhere to be seen, whereupon Harry Jump came to his suspecting conclusions. "He didn't want to try it in timber. He's waitin' tor us to get in the middle of the flats. My idea is that he's watch-in' watch-in' us from the Potholes right now." A similar thought bad occurred to Vermilye. He trotted back to Morgan. Mor-gan. "Now in case he comes a-bust-in' out of the brush, Clay, we better just let this beef go and hit for them agency buildings." "No," said Jump at once. "It's our beet by God." "That's right" said Morgan. Vermilye Joined Harry Jump, both of them urging the cattle along at a quicker gait Morgan closely watched the back trail, not quite able to understand Herendeen's continued con-tinued delay. The suspense worked on his nerves. Once, thinking he saw movement at the edge of the Potholes, be turned and made a stand, searching the black margin of that country quite carefully. He had been mistaken, however, and presently pres-ently turned to catch up with the beet Near six o'clock, with the sun down beyond the Cache Mountains, they threw the beef on their own grass near the shattered dobe buildings build-ings of the old agency. Morgan said: "Hold this Jag in a bunch. We're not through yet I want Herendeen to see what we took. Fox, if I were you I think I'd pull freight Thanks for comln' along." Willing said, idly: "Might as well stick around." Cap Vermilye, always a forehanded forehand-ed man, got a few sage stems and a piece of old board from the nearest building to make up a fire. He had a frying pan and coffeepot in his saddle roll; and some bacon and a can of beans. He boiled up the coffee, cof-fee, tried the bacon and heated the beans in the trying pan's grease. Having no other utensils, they took turns at the frying pan. using their pocket knives, and drank the coffee straight from the pot. At seven o'clock, with shadows sweeping across Mogul's plateau, a single horseman appeared on the high edge of Mogul Mountain and quartered down. This was in the west from which Morgan expected no trouble. Harry Jump walked deliberately to bis horse and pulled out his Winchester. Win-chester. Morgan said, "Hold on. Harry." Rider and horse, plodded unhurriedly through the blue swirl of dusk a long stooped shape on a rawboned animal; at a distance he waved his arm overhead and a little lit-tle later Morgan recognized the nest-er nest-er Gale. Gale came up but did not dismount dis-mount until Morgan gave him the proper invitation. When the invitation invita-tion came he dropped to the ground with an old man's stiffness; he poised both his hands over the muzzle muz-zle of his ancient gun and looked out from beneath his twisted awning-shaped eyebrows. "There's some coffee left in the pot" said Morgan. "Just whut 1 need." Gale answered. an-swered. He slouched over tha fire and tipped the pot against bis mouth, drinking with an acute thirst Coffee ran down - the seam of his Jaws, tte said, "An,"' In' great relish rel-ish and sponged the liquid from the tips of his mustache with sidewise motions of, his tongue. Morgan said: "Don't mean to be unfriendly, but maybe you ought to move on." Gale didn't smile. He was past the point of finding amusement in the world, but in his eyes was a light like the last glow of coals of a dying flre. "Don't you worry about me, Mr. Morgan. If I'didn't know whut I wanted to do, I wouldn't be here.' Morgan shrugged his shoulders. "Your funeral" "It may be," agreed Gale composedly. com-posedly. "But if so, it will be a double dou-ble one. At my age I'm too old to worry about dyin'. for it is pretty close to me at any event, and I guess I'm poor enough not to fret about losln' anything. He rummaged his pockets, producing pro-ducing pipe and tobacco. Morgan watched him fill the pipe and light it and settle on his heels. This was late September and suddenly, sud-denly, slightly beyond seven o'clock, the blue-running shadows turned to gunmetal gray and afterwards to full night The haze of autumn lay over the land. Through this filtered a strong moonlight creating the effect ef-fect of woolly clouds banked against the earth. Morgan led his horse to the remnant wall of the nearest dobe building and walked on until he stood alone, facing the open south. Fox Willing wss in the saddle, circling the held bunch of beeves. The Job was done and, as far as the cattle were concerned, there wasn't any need of staying here. Yet Morgan knew that this waiting was necessary. neces-sary. Herendeen was somewhere in the yonder night The big man had avoided a meeting in the timber. he had delayed this pursuit; but he was out there and he would come. Nothing changed much, Morgan realized. Herendeen had faced him for ten years, never giving ground, never able to forget. It was something some-thing that would not dim or die, it waa a force that drove Herendeen. Thinking about that Morgan admit, ted the same force drove him. Whatever What-ever the outward reasons, whatever the open quarrels and excuses, there was a deeper reason still the native, na-tive, chemical animosities of two men bora to be opposite in all things, born to collide and to destroy. de-stroy. It was past explanation. Stationed like this, apart from the group and facing southward, he heard Herendeen at last approach, hidden by the pulsing fog. Off there a steady rhythm rose, of horses moving at a slow run and presently slowing to a walk. Shadows appeared ap-peared in the fog, and shapeless outlines. out-lines. Fox Willing came in from the herd, dismounting and putting his horse near the dobe wall. He walked over to Morgan. Vermilye and Jump had risen and had taken position not far from the wall. Gale was out of sight. Herendeen's party showed as a wide scatter of shadows on the desert des-ert They were halted, two hundred feet away. Herendeen said: "Morgan, I'm coming in to cut that bunch of stock and look it over for my brand." Morgan said: "None of your cows in it,- Ben." 'Til see for myself." Those shadows were too vague to be counted but Morgan knew Herendeen Heren-deen had at least eight men around him; and he also knew Herendeen's intention which was to build up a fight on any grounds. He said: "Charley Hlllhouse there?" "No. I'm coming in." Morgan said: "Nothing here for you, Ben. Stay back." Herendeen's voice boomed out "You know the rules of the country. It's my privilege to cut any man's range for my stock. I claim there's Three Pines cows in that bunch." "If there are,'' said Morgan coolly, cool-ly, "I'll send them back tomorrow." "I want 'em now." "You're in a burry all of a sudden," sud-den," pointed out Morgan ironically. ironical-ly. "I sent word to you some time sgo to clean your stuff out of this valley and you didn't seem to figure it worth your time. So you can wait another day. You won't cut this bunch tonight or any time. Get off my grass." "You goin' against the rules?" "You been making the rules a lont tone, Ben. Now V u m aitr 'm. " Herendeen sald "I've listened to you long enough. We'll settle this now." Morgan's reply was soft and flat In the night, "Let 'er flicker, Ben. When .you move' in we start shoot-in." shoot-in." He heard Herendeen say: "Come on. boys." (TO BE CONTIMhU' Kill is r n-' s i n si i i a dozen or more places in almost every house where this type of closet may Do built. In any sue and depth from twelve Inchrt or more. Send for rattern No. Z58 to: MMiTi anooK HAT MUSH ISHOf CLOTH A SMALL "LtAT AT rroM c pocket: UMBREU STOCKS' nueecas BONE SUNOS SEWN TO EDGE FASTEN OVER (HOOKS N DpOR IF YOU want to make a gift that really is different, try a door pocket planned for special needs. 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