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Show AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN mmwL CnAPTER XIX nt had nothing to ny. Reaching ir bii hat he left the room, cross-t cross-t the darkened itore and letting imielf out to the porch. Habit adehim ivach into his pockets for eljarctte paper; ne rouea up oke wijhout giving it any thought. wai like this, sorry and con- lti nd still stirred by Ann'a kiss eo he heard Jesse Rusey call out arply: Heads up heads up! t tone, from the silent Rusey, 5 naming that made him drop smoke and jerk around. He saw, t, the two Ryder brothers backed ainst the saloon wall, as though bed against it; and then, his nee racing on, he found Rusey in thick shadows by the hotel. Ru-had Ru-had drawn his gun. on the Ry- s-, he was holding them there. rgan knew ai once now n was. backed against the store wall. rply scanning all the roundabout dows, his nerves quickening and pulse striking hard in his neck. inging his head through a full circle he looked into the gray erted shadows of Old Town and Herendeen slowly drop back mild the corner of the blacksmith p into darkness. t remained in his tracks, know- what lay before him yet puz- d that Herendeen should slide !iy as though avoiding him. He W Herendeen thoroughly the physical courage, the sullen will t drove him forward, the con-ipt con-ipt he had for weakness, the Jred which for these ten years had terned his life and his actions. lis this backward step into dark-is dark-is seemed out of character. Think- about it, Morgan looked along street again and now noticed the pe of somebody outlined in a fk second-story window of the ho- He didn't know who it was but realized Herendeen had noticed man and was protecting himself lhe fight to come. organ, hanging to his tracks, Iw and fired. He saw Herendeen's kick up from its first shot; he the barrel steady again. The i of the shots cracked along the : let and somewhere men ran the is recklessly. These were sen-Ions sen-Ions that reached him all at once, e and the crash of a bullet into wall behind him and the smell louder. He had fired twice, still thing Herendeen's gun settle to fvel pointing. But he fired no ie, for he heard his shot strike ie, releasing a quick small cough Herendeen. The big man's dropped; he fired as it went In. the slug breaking up dust n the street. His shoulders fell I against the wall of the black-kh black-kh shop and scrubbed along the frds. Morgan's bullet had knocked back, and when he fell it was way, slowly to a sitting position then sidewise. as though wearily to sleep. The shadows at the of the building smothered him; organ saw was the vague stain s face. e echoes of the firing had not died when men ran into the t, toward Morgan. Someone d: "Clay that you?" He didn't er. for he was paying his re- s to Ben Herendeen a man had never known what fear a man who had waited for him, ut trickery, to Jcome up and this quarrel. That, Morgan be- had been the single great in Ben Herendeen's life his to push aside, to destroy the erson who had ever taken from I anything he had wanted. He u irom ine garnering crowa. ing back to the main street e beginning to spread through It was deep in his bones, it hallowly beneath his skin. Parr ry walked from the shadows' of otel and confronted him. Parr in a smooth fatherly voice: I, Clay, I'm sure glad it wasn't arr, said Morgan, 'Vance ell watched you go into the les yesterday and he watched come out You met Hillhouse spoke to him. AfteY that Hill- went into the Potholes, and d Hack." He had no feelin in Joice. The words were slow and j "Tf you are still in this coun-fomorrow coun-fomorrow night you'll be dead." in McGarrah was at the door- of her store, watching Morgan. Mused in the dust most of the fy and purpose out of film; it the faint push of an old habit h swung him around, carried through the Old Town to the ptery, and took him to the foot :ia's grave. 1 i this dark silence she was close 1m. she was very real. Some js faded and some did not; ber je was quite clear that dark, oatie face with the light of liter veering so swiftly to the fy shadows of despair and an-ind an-ind tears. Childlike and worn-Ie worn-Ie by turns; hating herself and fg him for the mistake of run-F run-F marriage, and bearing it trag-f trag-f while the short year went on, iy tnf with o love for -htm, no iord. r be remembered now a fht which had occurred to him jer in the night A man could Jive forever in the past One e the links connecting him to it way. Hillhouse and Breathitt -had ridden beside him through -WJer years, were dead. The A of their volcei was gone, their tRNEST HAYCOX Common memories were brokea Now, Bji Herendeen was dead in the dust and at last, as he paused here in the wholly silver-shot fog, he felt adrift and free. There was nothing noth-ing left of the old quarrel, the old fine times, the old adventures, the old songs. The last link of the past had broken and he realized that he was. at twenty-nine, a man looking ahead because there was no other way to look. It affected him powerfully; It spilled something into his blood, like a chemical absorbing the virus of an old fever. Looking down at Lila's headboard he said, to her and to himself in a gentle voice: "I guess that's all. What's gone is gone." He had been gone from the ranch nearly two hours. When he came into the living room he found Pad-den Pad-den ready to leave. Padden said: "That wasn't as bad as it looked. Lige is all right. Mrs. Lige just came." "Where's Catherine?" "Started home about fifteen minutes min-utes ago." Jump came In. "I got the boys riding circle on the place. Fox Willing' Will-ing' s out on the flats, behind the rocks." "You can pull them in. It's all over." "What?" "I met Ben in town," said Morgan, Mor-gan, and left the room at once. Jump followed him to the porch, i calling: "For God's sake, Morgan, : tell a man ..." Morgan curved around the yard and was lost in the fog. Lige White's wife stood beside the bed, looking down at her husband. Padden closed the door definitely behind be-hind him as he left the room. Now she said: "You were on the way to town, weren't you, Lige? And then you changed your mind and started into a fight." "Well," he said, "it was a way of passing the time: ' "I know. Time's been heavy on your hands these last years. And your house has been empty, hasn't it?" He could smile, weak as he was. He still had his old flash of gallantry. gal-lantry. "No house is empty with you in it, Grace." "You're lying, Lige. I know why you were going to War Pass. I've known for a long time." He laid a hand over his eyes. "I am not proud of that, Grace. God knows I hate dirt But there are things . . ."He didn't go on with it; he had no way of explaining and so lay still. She said: "This la the first time I ever saw you weak, the first time you have been helpless. Most always al-ways you have been so well, so full and I've kept away from you. Sometimes you have frightened me. Lige. Sometimes you have made me feel ashamed. I have been a strange wife." He said: "I saw a vase one time in a museum. It was a beautiful thing. The sort of a thing that gives a man a wallop to look at to make him feel maybe there's a side of life he can't reach. I didn't touch it Was afraid I'd break it if I did. That's you. Grace. I'm not complaining. I'm glad I've got as much of you as I do have." Then he said, slowly: "If I stray off the path, it Is because a man like me belongs on the street, not in a museum. Looking at beautiful things ain't enough. I've got to have something to touch and use." She showed the effect of his talk. It colored her cheeks; it put some- $relube to A HOLIDAY SERIAL lie wanted her to fly South with him to spend the holiday in Rio, but the could not bring herself to the point of leaving undone the task to which she had committed herself after running over a man with her car. Upon her decision might rest her whole future. What decision did she make? You'll be surprised I Don't fail to start this story by Trggy Dern, author of uLove in the Springtime," "Love Is Always New, and "Cottage Colony. Look for it IN THIS PAPER WNU Release thing close to tears In her eyes. She was a graceful, firm-bodied woman, and even as be looked at her Lige White was stirred. She saw it She saw the things it put in his face, and suddenly looked away. But a moment later she looked back, smiling. smil-ing. She pulled her shoulder expressively ex-pressively up, the color deepening on her face. "Always. Lige. you have come to me and alwayi I've drawn back. That's our trouble, isn't it? Well. Lige ..." She made a gesture with her arms, as though pushing something away from her. She turned, dropping drop-ping to the bed beside him. She lifted his head and slid her arm around his shoulders and, this close to him, showed him the long, straight glance of a wife who was desired, and desiring. "I've been afraid of too many things, I guess. Here I am. Lige. if it isn't too late." Traveling westward en the trail to DeU Lake, which was also the trail to Crowfoot, Morgan Mor-gan came suddenly upon Catherine's Cath-erine's horse standing riderless In the heavy-shining fog. This was at the edge of the Mogul plateau, with the line of timber directly di-rectly beyond. For a moment he had his deep fear of accident; then, coming up to the horse, he sawt Catherine's shape against the trees. She had dismounted and sat now on the yellow-dry grass, looking toward hip. He came before her. watching her face swing up. A moment later she rose walking to him. She said nothing at the moment but her hand touched his arm and her face, pale and round in this light showed its intent, drawn interest. He said: "Why didn't you wait?" "I thought that perhaps something held you in town." "Yes," he said, "something did. 1 met Ben." She came nearer, watching the familiar fa-miliar marks on his face, studying all the little signs she knew so well. So she knew what he had done, and said: "It's over then. That has been my prayer for so long that it would be soon over. Go on back. There's nothing on this trail I'm afraid of. He said: "Why do you suppose 1 came?" , She seemed to hold her breath. He saw her long lips tremble. Her shoulders straightened away from him. "Clay." she murmured, "say nothing you don't mean. I can't go through that again. To be as close as we were, with all that it meant to us then, and to lose it I can't go through that again." He said: "There is nothing between be-tween us now. Nothing except the things you remember against me, Catherine." A long breathing sigh came from her. She was smiling, this tall and robust and gay girl; she wai near him, her body still. She said: "Old times new times. You have been a faithful man. Clay. I have never ceased to love you for it even when there seemed nothing for me. Well, haven't I been faithful, too?" She was there for him, she was waiting for him. When he put his arms around her and saw her head lift to him, swift and expectant be felt the long rush of his youth again. When he kissed her it was as she had said: Something old. something new. Nothing had changed. The old wild sweetness was here, the same Immense shock, the same feeling of a deep need satisfied. It passed between be-tween them and took the last loneliness, lone-liness, the incompleteness, the emptiness emp-tiness out of him. The ten years of waiting were finished; they were to gether. THE END Cijrisitmag Kathleen Norris Says: Two Letters From the Boys Bl) Syndicate Which of these letters By KATHLEEN NORRIS A SOLDIER stationed in Guadalcanal sent me a letter from his wife this week. Another soldier, this one now in Sicily, also sent me a letter from his wife. The first man merely wrote largely on the margin of the letter, "My gosh, this is certainly cer-tainly a swell rat-race to fight for!" The other soldier's note said: "Of course everyone every-one can't have a wife like Margaret. But I'm sending you a typical letter to show you what we like to get, out here in hell. I cry over these, and I don't care who knows it. They arm me and my bomber. bomb-er. They make me feel that if I don't get back to her other fellows fel-lows will get back to their homes and kids, because of what I'm doing. do-ing. They make all this worth while." This Is the first letter. The writer is 23; she was married a year ago; her husband was in America for some months and had frequent home leaves; he went away in January. "Darling old Pete, awful heat here, ril bet you don't have it any worse, no matter what you're up against Nothing ever happens in this Jay town; I don't see how your mother and father stand it I drink long- iced drinks all day long and take ten baths a day. Electric fan's out of order, nobody'll fix it of course; nothing ever gets done, laundry laun-dry takes ten days, shops won't deliver, de-liver, and butter is worth its weight in gold. I beg Muller for a quarter of a pound and it lasts about a day when Willie's at home. It's awful about food, you get sick of red points, standing in line, and 'there are none in market today. Madam.' I don't believe it's necessary, either. Why make everyone miserable just because there's a war on? Night Swims With Soldiers. "We all go swimming up by the bridge hot nights. There are plenty of enlisted men to go with us; some awfully nice, some fresh of course. Ned Smith's cousin is here, he is a peach. After we swim Mac runs us up to Jackson's; they've got a big open-air restaurant at the back now, with a band, and we dance. "Georgie had her baby, so she's tied down for the duration; her mother doesn't want to be left with It and Georgie's awf;illy mad. Silly to bring kids into this kind of a world, isn't it? Well, no news and I have a hair-do coining up so no more. Take care of yourself. We saw a great btg salad bowl In 'Casablanca' 'Casa-blanca' and Jean said to bring her one when you come home. Love, Ethel." That Is one wife's letter. Here is the other. . "Dearest Keith; five o'clock, and that seems to be the hour when I miss you most. Your mother is usually upstairs thn, resting before be-fore we get dinner; your father Jsn't home. I've had my long sleep after breakfast, and my bath, and don't have to report until aeven. And this is the moment I let go. Just a little, and need you. So here L am walking. out Into Sicily, among the big bomber hangars, and asking for Captain Keith. Here I am. dear, putting ''rriy'face 'up 'for you to kiss me, and taking Just one moment of your time to say "Everything's "Every-thing's all rlRht. We're working hard and praying hurd and holding hard onto the future, when everything every-thing nre've ever dreamed will come true.' "Well first I U tell you where I am and what I'm doing, and all the - WNU reeture. 11 did your soldier get? THE ARMTS GREATEST MORALE BUILDER Mail from home hat been labeled by morale officer as "The Army's Greatest Morale Builder." Knowing this, we should all flood the camps at home and abroad with letters to our soldiers, sailors and marines. But what kind of letter let-ter should we write? Certainly not one which will deject hint and add to his burdens. Nor would a pollyanna meaningless series of phrases fill the bill. According to a recent survey of soldiers, they want to read down-to-earth letters about what's happening at home, social so-cial doings, sports, changes and the like, written in a cheerful but not silly manner. gossip, and then I'll end with your birthday surprise. It may not reach you on your birthday, but it'll be somewhere near it and it couldn't bring more love on any day, so there's no loss there. "I'm sitting at the window in the big bay window in the upstairs hall. It's a wonderful hot still summei afternoon; the maple leaves don't stir; the flag at the Benton house hangs still. It's America in August and Lord, Lord, Lord, what a good place to be! Word Picture of Home Front "All along Lincoln Street children are riding bicycles and playing; women are watering gardens; men. are coming home. A fruit cart goes by; pears and grapes and melons-Keith, melons-Keith, if I could send you the whole thing! The 5:17 whistles, coming in; men pour down from the factory; busses go by. We're all working hard; your mother canning and Red Crossing way into the hot nights; your father putting in about ." x-tra x-tra hours a week. "Bob's called now; Frances is doing do-ing hard hours as a nurses' aid. Keith, the newspapers, the shop windows, win-dows, the movies, the magazines are all filled with nothing but the wai. Help. Work. Buy Bonds. Send thingi to the boys. It would inspire you; it does me; it does everybody. Vou tell me not to get tired, darling But I want to get tired; I love it. "The Houston boy went after all; Uncle Jim is back in, and so glad Larry O'Connor isn't coming back, and your mother and I go over there every day or two. They're wonderful wonder-ful quiet and proud. Well they may be. Every month every hour, shows us what we've got and what the rest of the world must have. Plenty, Plen-ty, and work, and security, and not to be afraid. It's going to be a good world for America, after it's over We love thiSr crowded little apartment, apart-ment, we love rationing and saving, because it means all that. America and the American way. Buys Farm for Postwar Home. "And now for your surprise. You remember the place we saw that last day, when we picnicked up near the mill in Apple Valley? Remember Remem-ber the house in the orchard, with the barns and the two big oaks? Remember saying that it was only six miles from Factorytown, and that you were going to get a Job there when the war ' ended? WeTI," Keith, I'm buying that house! For you and me. someday, an'd the children. chil-dren. And the yellow pup, of course; he's here with me now, wagging his tail when I speak to him. I'm not going to do a thing to 'Oakover' I've named it 'Oakover' until you get home. Then we'll pack a lunch and tackle it with brooms and hammers ham-mers and make It the loveliest home you ever dreamed of. Whales and Suits Aircraft of the Civil Air patrol juarding our coastal waters are required to report the sighting of hales as well as submarines so that surface vessels in the vicinity nnay be notified. In several cases jnder poor visibility whales have jeen mistaken for U-boats and tor pedoed. (11) L Dr. Wernet'i plate powder forma aootung eomion-euaiuon Between plate and rum lata you enjoy solid foods, avoid embarrajamcot of looe plates. Helps prevent sore gums. 1. World's larreetaening plat powder. AM arw mm nV START U U III YOUR S - '-' - " - ii r . c Weed TV Choi Vk W M ere equipment for "tjw f, A J.jl j-f jeepi, balf-trodta, sftflC. y lsubf trucki and ethef fVv i JlWv5i3 - military vehkies. ll 3Z Dvi dirTri Sowelbes po I Tetif IMtTjm lfefergiteiwolr W - otdHrodtalmorle T ---, seeweeeeb. C f 1 far Sey'r I f : edL Thee thanls I ; trcubi. I L jit '- - - f riV Z -'r M -' .y - .-' 'V. I ' 1 I - v it J """' """--I .,." 0 EBB in snowdrifts or on icy roads. But you "burn 'em up" just the same. And tire chains will be hard to get this winter. So we suggest that you act at once to have your old chains reconditioned, recondi-tioned, and, if necessary, to secure new weed TIRE chains. Essential civilian cars and trucks have first call on WEED CHAINS which are available after the needs of the armed forces have been supplied. . . . For the best buy in Tire Chains, ask foe weed American bar -reinforced. In these chains, every contact link is reinforced with a bridge of steel which assures much longer mileage. .AMERICAN CHAIN DIVISION. YWa PwVa? tMtMf CMctvSJaVf DMW( DtStT) lt) AftfJilvMt waffS YwSTee MeeaiBMe, rHwe, PeiW.ea, tee fteatltte AMERICAN CHAIN A CABll COMPANY, INC saaxurotT, Connecticut j Businm fir Ytmr Ufa lfaahroema' Food Value Regarded In the past as a gar-tlsh gar-tlsh or appetizer to heighten the Savor of foods of known nutritive value, mushrooms have only recently re-cently gained respect for their own food values. About 90 per cent water, wa-ter, they contain nearly 4 per cent protein and some iron, copper, calcium, cal-cium, phosphorus and potassium. Presence of riboflavin, nicotinic and pantothenic acids, vitamins Bl, C and K add further to the mushroom's mush-room's standing with dietitians. Scarce In Summer Abundant in spring, most mushroom mush-room species become scarce in summer. sum-mer. Autumn rains bring them back. Best known and most popular is the common meadow mushroom of the commercial cultivators, found wild on wind-swept pastures and lawns. Among many others that can be food treats are the puffballs, the morel, thantrelie, fairy ring- and oyster mushrooms, and the coral fungi. Rubbish Court Philadelphia has established a "rubbiah court" for the prosecution of householders and property owners own-ers who allow the streets In front of their properties to become littered. lit-tered. City officials report a vast Improvement in conditions of streets and alleys since the prosecuting of offenders wai started. COLDS' COUGHING in grandma's day wu often treated with medicated mutton diet to relieve colds' couching and muscle acbe. Now mothora just rub on Penotro. Modern medication in a base oonuinini old faab-ionedmijttonsust. faab-ionedmijttonsust. Peoetro work 2 ways (1) Vaporise '2) Stimulates eirnulaUoa where rubbed on. Stainim. Get Penetro. Bay War Savings Bonds -IT WIAIING YOUI MATES tVM Ml HUD COMFOITAUT SNUG THIS WAT Face-Unas sac wrinkles form when elates remain unworn. un-worn. Avoid this hold plate firmly all day, every 4a with this "comfort-cushion," a dentist's formula. Recommended ky aentislafertOyear. S. Dr. Wernet'i powder B coaemiealt a vary small amount last long. 4. Made of whiteet, costliest rnpeeleat o sure you eat it in ie cream. Pleaeant taeting. i i u . . w . FIRES Tires won't actu- TIRES! SS!S!Si Servings Per Pound One pound of each of the following follow-ing foods will yield the number of servings listed: apples, 3 to 4; bacon, ba-con, 8 to 10; lima beans in pods, 2 to 3; lima and navy beans, dry. 8 to 10; snap beans, 3 to 4; beets. 3 to 4; broccoli, 2 to 3; brussels. sprouts, 5 to 6; cabbage, 3 to 4; carrots, car-rots, 4'flanib chops, 3; pork chops, 4; cranberries, B to 8; fish, with bone, 2; fish fillets, 4; ground meat, 4 to 5; potatoes, 3 to 4; roasts, with bone, 2, boneless, 4; spinach, 2 to 3; and turnips, 3 to 4. Picturesque City Girdled with wooded and landscaped land-scaped hills, Kassel, Genruiny. used to offer touii.sts the "cures" of its medicinal baths and springs. A new swimming pool was filled by the waters wa-ters of a recently discovered brine spring. Among the city's other lures were its gabled houses, its old Gothic buildings.-, . top-heavy bufrtjmbered , residences with upper floors jutting ever dewalks...And- vPalacea... built, with money from the sale of Hessian Hes-sian "subjects" to England. Weave Sub Nets Most interesting examples of war work by prison labor are the huge anti-submarine cable nets woven by human hands alone by an Qucntin prisoners for defense of harbors and waterways. " |