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Show AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN Kathleen Norris Says: Is It Love or Restlessness? RNEST MAYCOX WMU Itelcasc Bell Syndicate WNU Features. . n FAR: Clay MorB IS u piy loD h"d ,""t WpT.y!;-:; lutttn, rimrncr ..... f . kM MinlM fop . - ...... kf nea P f I. v'a mm I PATTERN 'SJL I SEWIN6 Clfk ' t. m iE . ' ' .-i,. I U.I v . ..i j k.va married Heren- kt fDUUiu - Z..... ii i Military Afore, de- L lit nine-year-old daafbter, Jaa- U An MrGarrah. are I love Tu former friends, only Hack L fed not ion over to Herea- jjj. NOW Uaca ucjmi, mn Ltti'i foreman, tnariey nui- iGarfl unns - ..ren when lit discovered Ittwrlne had been to Mortaa't m the eoia unnninn wi .rirr hat mad aim break Ireadeen. Warned by Foi WIU-It.r" WIU-It.r" he once befriended. Clay L thai Herendeen It itealinf hit In. ion to Herendeen'i ranch Jowdown. hut Herendeen U ready. ft't a chance 01 inuoi mn iit, f(t White, one or nereoaeen t nuei up. Like Oerd Greet, be i with Herendeen't high handed Biikini hit life to tare Clay, Ladet him to take chance on Re doesn't think Herendeen L te thoot. The bin workt, and tape. Now Clay and hit men fat the cattle back Into Govera- fclley, hit rame. Herendeen hat I and there it certain to be a Latin ae with the ttory. CHAPTER XVII JPbite, considerably disturbed interview with Morgan and bucb at sea in bis own mind. I over the lower spur of the k Hills and came down on mt house at a fast clip, the if his arrival bringing Cath- the door. He said: "There's pay around here. Where's lairs. What's the trouble. called: "Hey, Gurd, come Lght now." He rolled himself ette while he waited and sketchy explanation to Cath- lervousness catching at his rine said at once: "If there's j needed from Crowfoot Clay it, not Ben Herendeen." Grant looked sick and des- He put his shoulder against way. He said: " "Lige,' how get into this mess? I'd give nd dollars" ine turned on her brother, bothering you, Gurd?" dropped his eyes. His face. V so light and cheerful, held unhealth. It was hard for talk and he pulled himself with an effort His hands p noticed that and shoved to his pockets. "I was over pney tuunouse, on Breath- SL We trailed Breathitt all and found him asleep In boles. Of course I- thought meant to take him into jail. What else would a pk? How was it possible (or lure that Hillhouse, who had ick's friend for fifteen years. ine breathed out: "Gurdl" i" said Gurd Grant, sullen of self-hatred. "Hillhouse lifted his gun and killed I tried to stop it It P any good." Khite threw away his ciga- (ding the flavor gone out of "ked away from Gurd, sud- lable to meet the expression ither's eyes. could I do, Ltge?" fine said: "You never should fcie with Charley Hillhouse. fas your mistake." Baid: "Stay out of what's That's the best you can do now. We all got caught in It. I was a fool not to have I 'hat he'd try to do. Now e out I'm going to town." ine watched him go. When d the far rim of the mead- dropped her arm for Gurd Id him. kie was soft and cool. "You per Hack because you want- ft Clay. I know that You pay and I . . ." pwed a reviving flash of ante an-te night Ben and Lige and ip to Clay's plact you were walked to the end of the fid saw your horse around re. You were hiding Inside, jid nothing to be ashamed of, lid: "Because I had gone up .tell Clay what you and Lige tndeen had said that night e leaving Clay out of it, and I't stand that. Ben had both onvinced. But I didn't want know I was taking Clay the Hon." stung by his mistakes, still lered he had given his word ftdeen. It was the one thing A he could cling. So he We can't go against him. lothing, one way or the oth- ent on, as though not hear-i hear-i .'"They have quarreled too They'll meet" She stared at Iher. eold as Ice. "If Clay e. 1 think I'd kill Ben. Is fnble to say? Perhaps it is. Jn'l help it." Iked from the porch to her riding by. Gurd said. "Wait Je where you going?" She f swer. Swinging up a hand in yard, bound toward Mo i i,wO ittiwmm I r? xmwiii v m V 2l A-h. Bolleta squashed inU the 'dobe wall beside Morgan, causing him te shift slowly. 17 Charley Hillhouse brought up Breathitt's horse and lashed the dead man to the saddle and took him back to Three Pines. When he came to describe the affair to Herendeen Her-endeen the words seemed to stick in his dry throat It puzzled him. that it should be so hard to make a simple story of it. Too, there was an odd look in Herendeen' s eyes and something queer in his voice. Herendeen Her-endeen said slowly: "All right, Charley." Char-ley." Nothing more. Hillhouse said: "I'm takin' him into War Pass. That's where his people are buried." " He drove through War Pass. When he backed against the office door of Doctor Padden, who was also coroner, Jesse Rusey came by. Hillhouse Hill-house said: "Give 'me a band, Jesse," and the two of them carried car-ried Breathitt into Padden's office. Padden wasn't around but there was a side room with a long table in it; they left Breathitt here. Rusey said: "A little trouble?" "Yeah." Rusey said, "Too bad," and went out The marshal's province was War Pass, not anything beyond; and he had seen too much death to show much curiosity about one more dead man. Hillhouse delayed his departure, depar-ture, both hands lying on the table beside Breathitt Breathitt's face was gray and dirty, but it was still the face of a man who had looked on life as a game to be taken as lightly as possible. Hillhouse suddenly removed his own hat placed it over Hack's face and turned from the room. He drove the wagon as far as the Long Grade, here stopping for a drink. The barkeep made some casual cas-ual remark about the weather which Hillhouse accepted in dour silence; thereafter the barkeep held his own council. Hillhouse paid for the drink, went out and climbed into the wagon. wag-on. There was no travel on the road. It wound with the foothills, It looped beside a creek, passed over a small divide and entered a scattered belt of timber. By the Dell Lake trail, be observed that three or four horsemen horse-men had recently come off Mogul; far up near Mogul's rim he caught the transitory motion of a rider. All these things he automatically noted, missing nothing of the signs or shapes or color of the land. Four miles from town be broke the neck of the bottle of rye over the brake-handle brake-handle and took a long drink. A mile beyond this point Cache River cut nearer the road and a small grove of Cottonwood lay hard by the stream. Charley turned through the grove and let his horses water at the margin of the river. He wrapped the reins around the brake-handle and got down, holding the whisky bottle. Charley Hillhouse spoke aloud: "I wish you'd seen it my way. Hack. I wish you had." He walked steadily forward until he faced a Cottonwood. He drew his gun. holding it only a foot from the tree, and fired at It Afterwards, stooping a little he stud-led stud-led the hole made by the bullet with a strange care. He held the bottle of rye In bis left hand and now, knowing It would do him no good ever, he gave it a long overhand heave into the river. As long as he was alive, nothing would cover up his thinking. Excitement whetted Morgan's nerves to a sharp edge as he stood there and heard Ben Herendeen say: "Come on. boys!" A man yelled. 'To hell with this!" Morgan, waiting a more definite target tar-get saw one rider swing wide and rush in. Suddenly all of Herendeen' s men were wheeling around the beef, running tor the dobe building near by, as though to circle It Vance Ketcbell called to announce himself: him-self: "It's me, Ketchell - and Lige White." They raced down on Morgan. He had to step aside, barely bare-ly avoiding a collision. Vance was out. of the saddle, beside him and grumbling, "Damned near too late!" Uge - White, . still . mounted. . turned . away. He called: "Herendeen cut this out!" One of Herendeen'i riders plunged straight on and fired once at Lige White's high-placed shape. Morgan and Ketchell laid their shots on this man. They caught his horse and watched it sink, they saw the rider free himself and seem to flat-'en flat-'en againtt the earth. Jump murmured: "They're going to try something." Powder smell settled around Morgan. Mor-gan. A small, definitely cold thread of wind hit his face and there was a telltale smearing of the shadows in the open area by the far building. They were running wide. Herendeen' Heren-deen' s men, and now they were on foot firing as they moved away from the dobe. Jump said: Tm goin' after those horses," and scurried forward. Ballets squashed Into the 'dobe wall beside Morgan, causing him to shift slowly. Horses plunged around him, knocking him backward; somebody's, some-body's, shoulder hit him and then be saw Herendeen's men rise out of the earth's massed darkness, into their saddles. The ruffle of Herendeen's horses diminished on the desert and, standing stand-ing slack and tired in the open, Morgan knew this night's fight was done. He knew something else, as well. It was Herendeen's crew which had given way, not Herendeen. Heren-deen. Vance Ketchell called: "Lige's been hit." Morgan went over at once. Ketchell Ketch-ell knelt on the ground, his knee propping Lige at the shoulders. Morgan drew back from the party, par-ty, quietly calling Fox Willing. "Fox," he said, "I wish you'd ride over and bring Mrs. White to the ranch." Fox cut away at once. The rest turned north, reaching Long Seven an hour later. Coming into the yard Morgan saw Catherine in the doorway. door-way. When he got down to help Lige White from the saddle he turned to look at her again, framed as she was in the light, tall and still and straight-shouldered; and he felt the tug of strange, old excitement excite-ment Lige could use one leg only and had to brace himself between Ketchell and Morgan. Catherine stepped aside to let them pass, saying: say-ing: "Put him on a bed. Clay," and followed the men upstairs Into an extra bedroom. The room was dark and they bad a moment's trouble getting Lige on the bed. Morgan heard Lige grit his teeth together as they laid him down. Catherine found a lamp and lighted it and by this yellow glow all of them saw the whiteness of Lige's face. His hair came down on his forehead and swea oiled his skin; his lips crawled back, forming form-ing a smile. "I sure as hell broke something. You know. Clay, if It .wasn't too much trouble, I wish you'd send for Grace." "Already have. I'm going into town for Padden. Vance, you better bet-ter get bis clothes off." Lige White said: "I guess you don't know the whole story yet Clay. Hillhouse cornered Hack and killed him. The man's a fanatic. I'm warning you about that, if you should see him in town." Morgan's eyes dropped. He stood like this, quiet and cold and too weary to- (eel the full shock of the news. He said, after a while, 'Til meet him, sooner or later," and left the room. He turned to Janet's room. When he came beside the bed and looked down through the shadows he found she wasn't asleep. She reached for his hand, saying: "Who's hurt. Daddy?" Dad-dy?" "We had a fight with Herendeen's ranch, Janey. Lige White was hurt I'm going after a doctor," She murmured: "It is too bad. But I'm glad It Isn't you." The pressure pres-sure of ber hand was warm and confident con-fident She was pleased to have him sit here and talk with her; it made her expand and grow confidential "I wish I had been here, Daddy, when you were young and danced with Catherine. I bet you were the best dancer of alL She Is pretty." "Walt till you get old enough to dance. I'll stand by and remember when you were to small you walked under the table."" ,., She was, lilenv eing the picture . of herself dancing and pleased by it; her lips softened and there was a glow In her eyes. Afterwards, In a faintly reserved tone, she said: "She isn't like I thought she was, Daddy." "What did you think?" "She likes me, Daddy. I didn't think she would." (TO BE CONTINUED) mmm 8499 Tti 36-52 U VISITING SOLDIERS AT BVSY CAMPS Wives who travel via crowded crowd-ed trains to busy army camps to visit their soldier husbands are not displaying true devotion, devo-tion, according to Kathleen N orris. It is not fair to children to carry them on stuffy, overloaded over-loaded trains that are needed for military men. Meals will not be regular, sleep is lost, and after a long dusty trip, only the dingiest of lodging facilities are usually available. Also, visiting wives and children chil-dren complicate matters for a busy soldier. He probably would appreciate a long letter much more. H gat ubitructtd, sympathetic attention to Helen and the nerds of his forlorn brood. By KATHLEEN NORRIS THE Millers have one son, Quentin, aged 22. When Quentin was drafted into in-to the army the Millers' hearts broke; 4hey wept, they told their agonized fears to everyone; they might have been the only parents of the only boy who ever was drawn into a war. Quentin was sent to Maine; presently had two J weeks -Heave. The Millers went to Boston from California at a cost of about a thousand dollars dol-lars and Quentin came down there and they had ten days together. They saw shows and movies and went to restaurant restau-rant dinners; Quentin was bored, of course, for he -knew no girls of his own age and bad no friends in Boston. The Miller parents par-ents were bored, too; they couldn't talk camp all the time, prices staggered stag-gered them, they missed the com-fortableness com-fortableness of home and the nearness near-ness of friends. On the train coming home they had a section In a packed car. The chairs in the lounge and club car were rented to weary soldiers. The dressing rooms were cluttered with women filling nursing bottles and setting their hair and even sleeping sleep-ing on the floor. Two meals a day were served, but not to the Millers, for they couldn't get near the dining din-ing room. Once they bought some sandwiches and once a box of crackers. crack-ers. At Omaha they managed to get some coffee. Traveling with them were many soldiers and many women. The soldiers sol-diers had some reason to be there; the women none. No, the women had neither reason nor right to be there, any more than the Millers had. Crowds of Sentimental Travelers. Most of these women were bound on sentimental Journeys, as the Millers Mil-lers were. Spurred by the unanswerable unanswer-able thought; "I may not see him again," they were trailing their warriors war-riors to the camps, air fields, docks, railway centers. They were making mak-ing of their emotional crises an excuse ex-cuse to clutter up the travel resources, re-sources, of the entire nation; pre-vent pre-vent service men from making necessary nec-essary Journeys; complicate everything every-thing for every official along the whole way. One of these traveling wives landed land-ed in a western town a few days ago; I talked to her. She was a weak, pretty creature of about 30; she had come from a town in Iowa, "to see Harry. He's going overseas, I haven't seen him since June and this is September, and of course the children and I may not ever sec him again," she said. The children were small, pale boys of five and three, and a baby girl of seven months. All three were dirty, bewildered, be-wildered, hungry, hot uncomfortable uncomforta-ble beyond any dream of child torture. tor-ture. They had sat up nights, they had gone without food, they hadn't had baths or quiet beds for a week. They had seen their mother crying and frightened arid lost mora than once. They had no place to go; anything like provision for her visit, or arrangements, or reservations hadn't tver entered Helen's bead. She didn't know how they were to get back to Iowa; she was running put,.ol money. , . . ia v .. WelL Harry did come up from San Diego and she saw him for 24 hours. He was absorbed in his great adventure; interested in nothing but bis fellow soldiers, his orders, his regiment his trip. But he gave abstracted, sympathetic intention to Helen and the needs of his forlorn j little brood. Charity was called in: i Helen, dirty, tired, all but penniless, smiled appealingly at charity's agent "I had to see Harry," she said simply, "He mightn't come home." Trouble for Busy Soldier. Harry was embarrassed and apologetic. apol-ogetic. After all. he wasn't in the begging class, and here were four human beings, belonging to him, asking for food, btfds, baths, shelter. shel-ter. Crowded temporary quarters were found somehow for the children, chil-dren, although soldiers at that time were sleeping on the marble floors of hotels and Helen sat up all night in an armchair. Harry sailed the next day; anxious, ashamed, and annoyed. Yes, annoyed. He knew that women and babies have no right to be on trains in wartime, and his last impression of his family fam-ily was that of an exhausted wife, who had barely enough money to get home, even if all train and bus connections were made promptly, and of three crying, draggled, miserable mis-erable children. Now, the railways rrSake other regulations reg-ulations to which we all have to bow. Why don't they make one more? Why don't they prohibit the conveyance of small children for the duration, except of course in cases where families are moving to other Jobs or making permanent changes? Thousands of wives, bored by the lonesomeness and dullness of wartime living, get the stidden notion to take the boys and go to Bill's camp and Just see him It isn't devotion, for it gives Bill only an anxious, self-conscious and uncomfortable un-comfortable sort of pleasure at best, if Indeed it gives him pleasure at alL Visiting wives and parents complicate com-plicate matters terribly; there's a war on. Bill is involved in it, and the things of home seem very far away. Nine times out of ten Bill would much more appreciate a long, cheerful letter, accompanied by cigarettes,, cig-arettes,, books, snap-shots or candy. Family at Camp a Problem. "Hello, darling. Buster and I had to come to see our Daddy!" says Mabel, all freshened up in a comfort com-fort atation, suddenly appearing in all the excitement of camp. 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