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Show THE LEW SUN. LEHI, UTAH Srr, , it n n ! CHAPTER vni-Contlnned came back and Marian ..way without a word. She S tiffly erect, behind the wheel. VTsMight ahead, the stern line 5S and the yarded chill o 1 I hiding the aching tumult Jitbed in her heart 1 hating herself for being inerable, for the mad desire tCd now to swing into a lonely road and let the engine die. 9 e she cried helplessly and piti- 1 in this man's arms. I was sitting straight. He hadn't L of course. That had been ft , the foolishness of illness, that "!dmade him look at her adoringly 1 clutch at her fingers and say Ls about gipsy tambourines and Jelface burning behind his eyelids ,U night long. But she, Marian Morgan, who all her tifp had Deen so uerteij mr p -. .. t 'n n a pnnllv nrap. tical SS weu-niaue waau, . ajways self-contained, was no la sure. If this was being in Ve was white pain and torment tor-ment and cruelty past belief. She stared at the damp road, scudding under, and at the leafless bushes slipping by, and fought for the grim rde she had from her father, and with it the sharp tonic of anger that made it easier to be frigid and not to look around at this man, siting sit-ing so near to her, who, even remote re-mote and unconsidering as he appeared, ap-peared, could make tingling flashes of awareness tremble along her arms and hands so that the steering-wheel steering-wheel quivered. She fixed her mind on old Tom. Remembering things, remembering lavs when her father lay slowly dy- ing, when the house was heavy with J the tragic air of sorrow, wnen people peo-ple walked on tiptoe somberly and telephones were muffled with wads of paper. She had been very young then, practically a child, but old enough to be frightened and to suffer suf-fer keenly. She had been summoned home from school into an atmosphere atmos-phere of doom, and her one comfort had been old Tom. Many times, when her mother was bus; and harassed at the mill,, and the incoherent mumblings of the paralyzed sick man made Marian's joung flesh creep and her throat cramp horribly, old Tom had appeared ap-peared in the drive, steering a rack-sty rack-sty old truck. "Got to go up toward Little Fork to fetch them boys in. You come along and go with me. Woods is too lonesome when you get as old as I be. Feller gets to talking to himself him-self and next thing you know' they'll be telling round town that old Tom Praitt has gone crazy." . On those trips Tom had taught her all he knew. The ways of the woods creatures, how to tell poison-oak poison-oak from the harmless five-leaved creeper, how to keep silent and observe ob-serve while a snake shed its skin. He had told her stories of early days before the highways penetrated penetrat-ed the mountains, when a trip to Waynesville was a day's journey, when wagons had to be taken apart and carried over the mountains, and what dim roads there were followed the beds of streams and were practical prac-tical only for men on horseback. He had taught her a little of the odd reserve of the mountain neot)le. toe friendliness that met an ad vance half-way but never presumed, never was forward, that rested al ways on a stony base of elemental Pfide. The scalawag sons of moun- m men who ran liauor. set fires. "id poached deer on the game re aves, ne despised and disowned. nny trash," he dismissed ttem. Braggarts and liars avoided win. Gentle, mild, and kind-how could a lorn have done this incredible ffi"ig? What tpm 9 w possessed him? Whatever the Tom had believed himself Jdamentally justified. It was an 2 In the muntains -a man fended his own. Now, he accepted e Penalty with a dignified grace, w could not desert him. .v!nSM W0Uld hire the bes wyer J Tom and nothing- at all J n " Was known whether snian,Cragg. would live or die. theln" Ue store on edge of count, '-seat, Marian stopped and J' bag of little cakes, a pack-tlf pack-tlf 'aisins- Always on their SSistodtruck'Tom hadcar- d H f loose the pocket of ZZ coat- She had seen him iimT1 Ur!ng a mountain jay tree. moss the foot of a UmVy 3ailer was a man she ifi "L i , her name. The jail, Jf h ?ed m her Purse; ran ht ""y. looked in the paper htnkntyhouHfehedPruitt kskerj Jl ? tne dePuty showed the rules r 3 grin-'but them's I Siiiifully glad t0 see her ,veanfr,hands ith Wills with the hpath:ticdignity' 1 !!to... Ine 10 see about "Yoa!mU.out-Tom "Marian said. di jl Come home. Mother this' looking ird,'d,i-itaa OaWKin th BY HELEN TOPPING MILLER "I reckon I'll stay here. I shot that feller. He was fixing to steal my timber. I'd shot them all if my gun hadn't Jammed. Never knowed it to do that-a-way before." be-fore." . "But you must come, Tom. He didn't die. He won't die. And the mill will go to ruin without you. It's your mill, Tom part yours. You can't let the mill down." "She's hired you, ain't she?" Tom looked levelly at Wills. "I figured she got put out at me when I stayed over there so long. I was waiting for them fellers to come back and it looked like they never was com-In. com-In. Then Lon told me Mis' Morgan had hired this feller, so I figure I'll just stay here a spelL Lon treats me all-right." They argued in vain. Wills strove to be convincing and caught a grateful grate-ful look in Marian's eyes. But Tom was immovable. He tore the top from the box of raisins and poured some out into Marian's hand. "Why did you do it, Tom?" Marian Mar-ian pleaded. "You could have scared them off. You didn't need to shoot" "They was after my timber. I had a right to that piece of poplar your ma said so. I reckon, I better stay on here a spelL" He did not, she saw, look ahead. He was old and growing childish. He was not thinking of what might lie ahead, remorselessly, for him. He had an idea that by remaining here, patiently, behind bars, he was somehow paying his debt to an over-zealous over-zealous system of jurisprudence, the payment demanded for a private act of reasonable reprisal. He . was resigned to legal interference inter-ference with his personal liberties, but it was obvious that he had no idea of having done a capital crime. There was a grim patience in his attitude that went back to codes older old-er than America, went back as the mountain people's odd speech and ancient ballads went back to an Anglo-Saxon tradition, an older, sterner stern-er civilization of harquebus, land entailed and inviolate, and freemen responsible only to a preoccupied king or a silent Heaven. Marian choked on the thought of what lay ahead for Tom, and flung ner arms around him suddenly. "Oh, Tom, why did you do it? Everything Ev-erything is so wrong! We can't get along without you." Tom gulped, reddened, scrubbed his hand over his unshaven chin. . "What you worrying about? Mis' Morgan'll git along. She's enough for a whole pack of 'em. Nobody ain't never got the best of her yet." They left him soon after that, left him calmly superintending the jailer's jail-er's children, who were cracking walnuts in the corridor. Wills, seeing the misting of tears on Marian's eyelids, said quietly, "Would you like me to drive?" "No, I'll drive. I'm all right" But he, Wills thought bitterly, as they flew along the curving mountain moun-tain road, was not all right Nothing Noth-ing was all right. He looked sidelong side-long at Marian's delicate profile, at the sweet, strong curve of her hps, the dusting of golden freckles on her nose, the faint tinge of pink along her misted lashes, and ached fiercely fierce-ly to take her into his arms. He twisted his lips ironically, thinking of her scathing scorn if he tried it, missing entirely the. desolation that dimmed every line of her face, and made her hands move dully. Stiffly silent eyes straight ahead, they drove back to the mill two young, angry, frustrated creatures, yearning for each other, braced against each other, rigidly correct and stone-blind! CHAPTER IX In the early afternoon Virgie returned re-turned to the mill, spent and dispirited dis-pirited and rasped raw with irritation. irrita-tion. She had hired the best lawyer to be found, she had arranged for bail for Tom, only to have him sit back stubbornly, refuse to leave the jail or to co-operate with the lawyer. "I done it I shot him," he said over and over. There was, apparently, nothing to be done at present. "Leave him set a while," advised Lon Hicks. "He's kind of numb right now, layin" up there on that ridge in the cold. He'll come to himself before long and git to thinking and then you can talk sense to him." So there was nothing to do but abandon her futile efforts, and go back to the mill. And once there she let her weariness and exasperation exaspera-tion have their way with her. -You'd think," she snapped at Lucy Fields, "that those men out there loading that car were building the pyramids and had six thousand years to finish the job! When did we start running this plant in slow motion?" . "They're short-handed, Mrs. Morganand Mor-ganand with Tom gone" Lucy faltered explanations. "Where's Wills? Did he come today?" to-day?" "He's working with Jerry on the feeders. He went away with Marianbut Mar-ianbut they came back before noon. It was so cold in the yard-and yard-and he isn't really well yet" "So he went off with Marian? I suppose she wanted something for that Little Theater and if the whole mill happens to go to pot why. that's no consequence?" "I think they went to the jail Hobe said" . . . . "Answer that will u? tf wino D. APPUTON-CtNMY CO. W.N.U.Service anybody else wants to talk about that business on Hazel Fork, tell 'em I've been stricken stone-deaf! Tell Mildred when she gets all the town gossip off the wire she can put In a call to Baltimore for me. There's something funny about this Cragg business, something that doesn't add up." "Yes. Mrs. Morgan. And when you have time Mr. Daniels would like to see you. He said it was important" ' "I suppose he has another of his ideas. He's always finding some thing In a catalogue that saves a thousand dollars or so in production costs and only costs fifteen or twenty thousand to install!" Virgie was very low In her mind as she opened the door of Stanley Daniels' laboratory. "Well, what's on your mind?" she demanded. Daniels looked up from his work, wiped his hands quickly. "Oh, Mrs. Morgan sorry I had to ask you to come over, but there was a risk that this stuff would solid. siiiiii'i "You mean somebody could have ruined that whole digester of pulp deliberately?" if y if I left it and I thought you should know about these tests. Something is going wrong with, the solvents I can't sav iust what till I finish running these. In the num ber three vat the fiber seems to be so weakened and destroved that the whole run will be worthless. Would you like to look at this?" He wiped a tube swiftly, held it to tne ugnt, shook it Virgie crossed the room, studied the brown mixture. "What's wrong with it?" she asked. "Watch." Daniels tilted the tube, let the solution spin out Ignorant of processes as she was, Virgie saw enough to know that something was vitally wrong. This was tot wood pulp in solution, but r sickening foamy brew that spur out on the filter paper Daniels spread beneath it "I have to believe you," Virgie said. "I don't knowenough to know what's wronp but something is, evidently. ev-idently. But uow could it have happened?" hap-pened?" "There could," Daniels said, "have been some chemical accident Unlikely though, if you bought the stuff at the same place. Changes do occur accidents in shipment moisture, mois-ture, too much heat but not often. But this seems to me too serious to be explained in that way. Something Some-thing wrong has been added my tests will show what it is when they're finished. Of course that may have been accidental, too wrong label, la-bel, something like that There's always the human element, you know. Workmen make mistakes and hide them. And then of course we have to consider the possibility that it was deliberate." Virgie sat down abruptly on a leather-covered stool Her legs were weak, all the vague misgivings she had felt assumed a definite shape of menace. "You mean somebody could have ruined that whole digester of pulp- deliberately? Put in something to destroy the fiber? How could that have happened? You keep the keys. You test everything." "I did not unfortunately, test the solvents on this run," Daniels admitted. admit-ted. "I haven't been doing it latelythey late-lythey come sealed and they've always been perfect before. We depended de-pended on the reputation of the manufacturer. man-ufacturer. Of course, hereafter I'll test everything thoroughly but that doesn't help us now." "And in the meantime we lose a batch of pulp and have all the trouble trou-ble of cleaning the digester out?" "I'm afraid this lot is useless. I'm running every sort of test to. be certain but in the meantime it looks pretty dubious." Virgie let her breath out slowly. All sorts of odd. wild ideas seethed in her mind. Someone had ruined an expensive run of pulp, someone bad it in for her-but why? Vague rumors she had heard of communists at work in industrial regions re-gions of sabotage and labor troubles trou-bles fomented, she discounted. Her men had worked in the Morgan mill -n Kir livps Some of them had helped David Morgan to ouilo tbej l T i s fc-- A plant some of them sons of men who had laid the first bricks. Repeatedly she had called them Into conferences, during the black yean of the depression, laying the facts before them, speaking their language. She had made sacrifices to keep the mill In operation when Ihere was no profit for her, no po-sible po-sible way to show a profit If the mill closed there was no other employment em-ployment for them and yet here was suspicion, .sabotage and ugly doubt that rested, till she had proof and certain knowledge, upon every man in the mill. Virgie hated the thought with the frightened hate of the innately kind and candid woman. She hated looking look-ing at Jerry and Hobe and the Spain boys, with speculation in her eyes. She loathed the feeling that hostile looks might be following her. Every man in the mill owed something to her and yet people were funnyl She went home at night lost in a heavy, ruminative gloom. She changed her clothes and went down to her big chair that faced David Morgan's picture and still had the print of David Morgan's head in the leather of the back. David looked tired, too, she thought David Da-vid was out of it all. He was lucky. Marian sat, moodily, in front of the fire staring into the blaze. "You," sighed Virgie, sinking into the cushions with a groan, "are a cheerful sight for tired eyes! If a merry laugh or a song ever sounded sound-ed in this room I suppose I'd drop dead from shock. What were you doing over at the jail?" "I went over to bring Tom back. He wouldn't come." "Being locked up on a criminal Charge, that is kind of odd." "You were going to arrange bail for him. Lon Hicks said so. But Tom wouldn't come." "I suppose you had to take young Wills along in case you needed somebody to carry Tom's baggage his other bandana! Did Wills mention men-tion that he's working for me? Not that it matters, but now and then we do run off a batch of pulp when we can get a little co-operation from the gentlemen I employ." "Mother, don't be so prickly! I took Mr. Wills over there because Lossie said the people in town were saying you had fired Tom and given Wills Tom's job. I thought perhaps Tom might have heard it I hope you don't think I took him because I enjoyed his company?" Virgie looked at her daughter levelly. lev-elly. Her heart gave a little jerk. Like every other mother she had postponed stubbornly admitting to herself her child's maturity; she had put off the inevitable hour of change when some man should desire her child for his own. For days she had been seeing through Branford Wills clearly and she had not been displeased. She liked his straightforwardness, straight-forwardness, the trace of iron in him, the strong and gentle way he had with women. But there was no seeing through Marian. Virgie admitted ad-mitted to herself that her child was a dark-eyed enigma to her mother. And in her present state of mind, nerve-taut and weary, puzzles were irritating. "Do you mean to tell me that you don't know that that chap is in love with you?" she demanded. "Have I raised up a daughter with no more feminine intuition than a ground turtle? Why Lossie knows more than that! Or am I supposed to be just a nice stupid old mother, blind as a bat?" Marian's eyes darkened and her face changed queerly. There was a little convulsion of her lips that was a tremor of pain, but Virgie was too spent and too exasperated to see. "So that," Marian's voice crackled crack-led like ice, "is the cute little plot He's in love with me so you give him a job in the milL It'sa Rollo book the nice young man works his way up from sweeping the store and the mill owner's daughter is supposed sup-posed to be all of a twitter because she gets a kind look. Unfortunately, Mother dear, you've been reading Dorothy Dix or seeing too many movies. Mr. Branford Wills happens not to be in love with me as any observer can see with half an eye. Either, half. And I happen not to be in love with him." "That" Virgie mumbled aloud, when Marian had gone, "is what you could call a dramatic exit Very satisfying to the actor." CHAPTER X Branford Wills went to his work at the mill in the morning like a young man riding to a crusade. There was about him, as he entered the gate, a feeling of going into battle. No tangible opposition presented itself, it-self, no definite hostility. The men were not friendly, but they were heavily polite and reserved, as he knew all mountain men to be until they were won over. Daniels was curt and indifferent but their work did not coincide and Wills, following the milling of the product through the plant from the first removal of the bark to the warm brown rolls of wood-pulp rolled into storage, saw the chemist but seldom. But on the snowy morning following follow-ing his visit to the Jail, Daniels emerged from his laboratory, his hands in the pockets of a stained jacket and came to stand beside Wills who was watcbina a new couch blanket being spread on one of the big pres. (lO BE M1lL'tD FIRST-AID to tho AILING HOUSE by Roger B. Whitman B Roger B. Whitman WNU Service.) Using Up Old Faint QUESTION: I find that I have several gallons of interior paint left over from a previous Job I need exterior paint . Is there any way that I could treat the interior paint to make it suitable for outdoor out-door use? 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