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Show THE LEHI SUN. LEIII. ITAH s n n n n n n w. . i awn- . G m - 5m. NO W. . . Rooms as Iov as $2.25 wind " nnr ' " CHAPTER X Continued 10 n,niel, spoke without preamble. ,v,, were down at the other end t mill yesterday, Wills. Did , anyone fooling around the vats-toe digesters? We lost a b?tcb of pulP through some funny bU?don'trknow all the men In the .. " yet." Wills said. "And I out for two or three hours. The tt bave padlocks, don't they?" "That's it." Daniels frowned. "It's , inside job, evidently-without In s motive that we can discov-J discov-J you haven't made any of these Sows sore, have you?" Wills looked puzzled. "How could rve only been watching and listening. lis-tening. And if I made a man sore be'd be more likely to give me a uoite in the jaw, wouldn't he, than ruin a run of pulp?" It sounds reasonable. It's a mys-tery-and not so good for me bemuse be-muse I carry the keys. Well, much obliged." At shouted instructions from a lank man in overalls, Wills went to felp smooth the thick blanket into place on the bed of the machine. But the odd unease of being pressed upon by strange and unfriendly forces persisted. He hated the feel-jng feel-jng of defensiveness, of needing to justify himself in his own mind. He liked this job, and he had been swept up into admiration for the intrepid in-trepid spirit of Virgie Morgan. And now, as the mill clamor beat iround him, he was certain that it was the remoteness, the indifference in her eyes that made this feeling of being on trial without a friend In court He had to show her. He had to show her that he was something other than a lost and rather pathetic young man wnom a Dig-neanea elderly el-derly woman had befriended. A sudden sharp nausea caught him as his mind raced. Young men had been befriended by middle-aged women before if she thought he was that sort, an opportunist a heel! He gave an involuntary jerk and Bud Spain yelled,- "Hey!" But the yell was lost in other yells, rough and sudden and startling. Frank Emmet banged the gears of the Jordan machine back, jumped and ran. Wills ran, too, and because be-cause the others were yelling, he yelled, too. Hobe Anderson was dragging a flat hose off a reel. Another An-other man struggled with a fire extinguisher. ex-tinguisher. The smoke was pouring from a little oil house, built against the north wall of the mill.. They kicked the door in, there were yells and men running into each other, and much coughing and hissing of chemicals. chem-icals. The smoke grew blacker, then turned white and sank to the ground. Wills' eyes were running scalding water but it was he who kicked the smoldering barrel into the open, where Hobe Anderson knocked it over and sent it rolling with a stream from the hose. "Take it easy!" Wills shouted at Bobe. "Cut that water off. Let's have a look at this." A dozen hands jerked the charred, smoking staves of the barrel apart A label, still intact, on its side, indicated in-dicated that it had held bisulphide. In the bottom an oily mass still smoked acridly. Dragged out, it flared into flame briefly a soaked, dangerous bundle of cotton rags and Paper. Men stamped out the flame, looked at each other somberly. "Somebody," announced Frank Emmet, "was fixing to burn the mill." "Wind's wrong." Hobe said, kicking kick-ing a smoking heap into a pool of water, "or she'd have went sure, wks like if anybody wanted to "urn her they'd have figured on the wind." Wills was aware of Lucy Fields Me face near to his elbow. It was set, wasn't it?" she said. Obviously. Though, even if the wrel had burned, there might not ? been serious damage. That building is more or less air-- The fire probably would have Soldered out." ''But why WQuld anyone want tQ lfre to the mill? The town would nuned if it was destroyed." wny. Daniels cut in, "wouM WW.ant t0 spoil PulP? metmngs wrong somewhere, "e i, Mrs. Morgan?" JW Wf nt t0 AsheviUe to see Tom CVyeis- rd better tele- J wouldn't," Wills said. "The K t"- my wo"y he She Mstroubles enough already." TouMK,..true- 1 won't tell her. better clean this up. Frank." Dals. "We can horn" PS Wh6re Stuff edge of h "I11 WQls senseJ an w of hesitation in Daniels' man- wer'e 7. eye,s, flickd around, then voice 'qU'ekIy guarded- But his ans!!S JareIully casual hen may be a clue." t!maChlne- "was an hour tatohim0ne Spain bys nndhsaid-"Lucy wants Win. 10 office." tSl6 yardtoth' iT! 3.1 St00d 80 bleakly fesk, ,Z ?l Fl!lds t at her little Wh u:.CLW,ent t red "Si. j vaiuc ILL. -a ih sne faltered a In"to aver, bold thing- BY HELEN TOPPING MILLER asking you to come here. But I had to talk to you. There's nothing noth-ing else to do." ."I see. And what was it you wanted to say to me?" He took the chair opposite the chair that still bore the imprints of David Morgan's Mor-gan's shoulder-blades. Her throat fluttered. A strained look came over her small wistful face. "This is such a little town," she began, "it's rather awful to live in such a gossipy little place. It isn't easy what I have to say to make it clear, I mean. About the town. About the mill. It belongs to the town to all of us, Mr. Wills. The men who work here have been here always. Nobody ever came in from outside till Mr. Daniels came last year." "What is it you're trying to tell me?" Wills asked bluntly. "That I'm an outsider? That somehow or other oth-er I am to blame for the trouble in the miU?" "And so your suggestion is that I leave town in haste and never come back!" Tears ran down her pale face. "I know I sound like a fool to you. Her face went red and then white as Wills came in. but Mrs. Morgan has been a mother moth-er to me to all of us. We've all fought and worked and struggled togetheralways to-getheralways for the milL" - "All but the fellow who poured oil on the newspapers and ruined the pulp. He was fighting for himself." him-self." "Perhaps he thought he was fighting fight-ing for the mill. Perhaps he thought that outsiders would be coming in to take it away from us. He might have thought that you were the first" "It sounds fantastic. But it may be true. I'll talk to Mrs. Morgan and you can be sure I won't let the mill be destroyed on my account." ac-count." "Oh please don't talk to Mrs. Morgan! Please just go! You can make some excuse you had a Job, you can say you are going back to it You could say you had changed your mind." "I'm sorry I couldn't leave without with-out talking to Mrs. Morgan. I'm very much indebted to her." "I appealed to you," she sighed. "It's all I can do. But if you were convinced" "You've done your part Whatever What-ever happens I'm to blame." "I hope nothing happens. I hope I'm wrong." She smiled thinly. But there was a dubious uneasiness uneasi-ness in her heart as Wills went away. Had Stanley Daniels been a little odd a trifle curt and watchful? watch-ful? He couldn't know anything about this affair and yet, he alone carried the keys. Lucy was heavily unhappy as she walked home alone that night. Life could be so hopeless, so ghastly when you lived in a shabby old house at the end of a shabby street. When you were so achingly in love! CHAPTER XI Marian Morgan had driven her little car up a twisting stretch of ridge road, without having any very definite idea of where she was going go-ing or why. She drove slowly because she told herself that it was thrifty to spare tires on a rocky, boulder-edged track. She searched the hills above and below with her eyes, but not even to herself would she admit that she looked for anything. She had heard her mother telephoning instructions in-structions that morning, but she had kept her mind sternly on her breakfast break-fast grapefruit and adjured herself not to listen. What did it matter where the woods truck went or who went with it? She slipped out of the car, dragged the cushion out and rummaged for the pump, set it up on the ground. With a nail-file from her purse she pressed down the valve of a front tire, let the air escape until the tire sagged, loose and flabby, a discouraging dis-couraging flummox of limp rubber. Then she climbed back into the car. wrapped the rug around berjaxa and sat in a small, cold huddle waiting. 'Instantly, now that the thing was done, a hundred accusing and con- TSSU,S' aemning voices clamored in her ears. She was being cheap, she was doing the sort of shallow trick that a girl of Lossie'i class might devise, de-vise, she was forgetting that she was the daughter of Virgie Mor gan or the Morgan mills. But draw-ing draw-ing out all these self-reproaches was the thin, poignant cry that had trembled trem-bled through her heart and beat in her blood since the night she had talked to her mother before the fire. "I have to know!" she said, plain- uvely, aloud. "I know it isn't true- but I have to be sure!" This contradictory patching up of ner conscience helped her to be calm, to wait though her feet tin gled with cold. A mountain lav came and shrieked at her from a sumac clump. A deer stood for an instant, tense and listening under some gnarled ancient apple-trees beside the ruin of a stone chimney. chim-ney. Then suddenly he bounded away. There was a metallic vibra-tion vibra-tion through the woods. The truck was starting. She caught the backfire back-fire of a cold engine and the clank of shovels tossed aboard, and leaned her elbow on the button of her horn. The blare made the jays and the little lit-tle pine sparrows and crossbills scatter with a whirring and snapping snap-ping of twigs. Then the rusty radiator appeared over the rise emitting steam. Joe had let the engine run hot on the grade. He was always doing that, too impatient to cool it out properly when they reached the top of a long climb. Two men jumped down when they saw Marian's car, and came running. run-ning. One was Joe. The other was Branford Wills. Swiftly Marian put every scruple out of her mind. She was a woman, using a woman's devious and often unfair weapons. She said, "I'm stuck. That miserable miser-able old tire insists on going flat. And I left the key to the spare in my other purse. Isn't mother with you? I thought she came up here. There's a long-distance call for her I came up to tell her." "She didn't come with us. She must be at the mill." Wills said. "Let's have a look at that tire." "It's flat, all right" Joe gave the wheel a kick. "But there's still a little air In it Maybe we can pump it up so you can get down to thji road." They pumped up the tire, and Joe studied it, testing the valve. "Must be a pressure leak," he said. "Valve's all right Can you turn around here without getting stuck?" "I think so Fll try." '- "You better do it" Joe said to Wills. "It's steep off there. She could turn over easy." Marian slid along meekly. 'Tm a lot of trouble," she said in a voice which would have amazed her mother, moth-er, so humble was it "No trouble." Wills whipped the steering-wheel about "This is a bad place to turn. Flag for me, Joe," he shouted. "0. K. Cut deep." Joe semaphored sema-phored his arms. The car came about Wills got out again to look at the tire. "Standing up all right" he announced. an-nounced. "You'll make it" Marian's throat cramped. But she fought its quivering, got the words out. "Would you drive it down for me? The tire might go down again and I'm not much good at the pump." "Of course." He resumed the wheel again, while Joe followed with the truck. "You shouldn't be driving driv-ing on lonely mountain roads alone, you know." he said, as they bumped over a wooden bridge. "No one would hurt me," she declared. de-clared. "Everybody for miles around knows me knows mother. And mother hasn't any enemies." "She has one, obviously." Wills said. "The fellow who kindled a fire in the oil house at the mill yesterday yes-terday wasn't celebrating the Fourth of July. He was getting even." Marian, looked thoughtful. "Perhaps "Per-haps that wasn't mother's enemy." "That might be true." He drove the little car carefully around a slippery hair-pin turn. "But even without enemies there are dangers. This morning, for instance. Suppose you had had to walk back to the highway? Suppose the truck had not been on the ridge?" "I knew the truck was on the ridge." Marian was truthful. "That's why I came. Does this catechism and fatherly admonition have to go on indefinitely? We could talk about other things. I'm fairly intelligent I know all the tenses and that you shouldn't say ain't" "I'd better take another look at that tire." Wills stopped on a wide bit of road, waved the truck past It roared down grade, flinging mud cheerfully. , . Marian sat looking straight ahead, her cameo profile a trifle grim, her chin squared. "There's nothing the matter with the tire," she said. "I wanted to talk to you." He looked at her quickly, search-ingly. search-ingly. She was so near and so dear' Even with her chin set at a resolute angle, even with her eyes cool and distant and her lashes evasive eva-sive He made an impulsive move, then drew back as her aloof manner man-ner did not change. Tm listening." he said quietly. She twisted her fingers together, but kept her eyes straight ahead-on ahead-on the thickets where the jays quarreled quar-reled and the frozen slopes where icicles made a diamond passementerie passemen-terie on every rock and twig "I don't like fighting." the began with a little difficulty. "We ,ecm to clash. And it's rather silly, don't you think?" "Very silly. Especially when" "Especially when we could arrange ar-range things sensibly. I this isn't easy for me to say. But I thought if I talked to you alone if I p. pealed to you" He stiffened a little. Only the day before Lucy Fields had used those same words. "I've appealed to you!" For a' moment eagerness, tenderness had rushed through his blood like flame. He had looked at Marian and seen only her young sweetness, the golden curve of her throat where kisses were born to lie, the yielding curve of her lips. But now the pride in him, that verged so close to a high, fine fury, the terrible, blind, masculine pride, that through a thousand centuries has gone flaunting banners and wav Ing swords and trampline small tpn- der things underfoot had him again. He could not see the pulse that quivered where a gold shadow lay upon her throat, he did not see the uncertainty of her fingers and her eyelids quivering. He saw only her profile, set against him. the chin that was like David Morgan's. He was blind and savage with hurt and frozen with disappointment He was a very stupid young man. He drew back and swunz the car wide on a curve, not looking at her. "I think I know what you're going to say. Tve heard it all already. I only have one answer. I'm not leaving town. Tm not leaving the milL I'm not going to be driven out nor wheedled out. I'm in this to stay. So-It's too bad you went to so much trouble to let the air out of that tire!" .She turned, as though she had been struck, but he did not see. Her She snatched at the wheel, whirled away with frosty mud flying. face was as white and 6tiff as his own. Her voice snicked like steel on ice. "You're a very famous egotist, aren't you?" she said, brutally. "You couldn't possibly think beyond yourself for a moment. It wouldn't occur to you that I might not want to talk about the mill. That I might be thinking of myself a little. I won't say it now. I won't let you gloat over the kind of a fool that I was. I see how hopeless It is!" She choked a little, then recovered her control, gave a savage drag at the brake, turned the key. Wills said, "Marian! Good God!" But she was not listening. Her eyes were black and blazing. She reached across his knees as the car lurched to a stop, and opened the door. "Get out will you?" she said hoarsely. "I can't stand any more." He said "Marian!" again. In a husky, stricken voice, but she was like a woman on fire. "Get out! I hate you! Get out!" She snatched at the wheel, whirled away with frosty mud flying, almost al-most before he was on the ground. Down the winding road she swung past the truck, grazing a hemlock tree, careening on two wheels. . "You'd better wait for him," she shouted at the startled Joe. "He isn't riding with me." Down the mountain she tore blindly, blind-ly, shame and a white, torturing pain burning her. Once she laughed and the laugh was bitter. So he was in love with her, was he? She was a song sung to a gipsy tambourine. Cheap cheap to have surrendered sur-rendered even a little! She hated him! She hated him! As for Branford Wills, he sat morosely mo-rosely in the jolting truck and hated hat-ed himself for a blundering fool. Now with bis crass stupidity he had ruined what life with its ruthless ruth-less distinctions had not made intolerable in-tolerable before. At the mill gate the truck halted. "Something's busted again," announced an-nounced Joe grimly. Somehow, the spur track had been undermined. A car, heavily loaded with pulp, had gone off the rails, swung sidewise, and turned over, tearing up a hundred yards of track. This here." declared Joe. "is gittin' to It ain't even funny!" (TO BE COSUSVED) I STAGEvSCREEOADIO By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Weitcra Newipapef Union.) HllE March of Time has come to the rescue of all of us who have an interest in someone affected by the new selective service law. In "Army and the Men U. S. A." we are taken inside training train-ing camps and Shown how tho young men in the nation's rapidly rap-idly expanding citizen army live, what they learn, what they do for amusement, and how they are being welded into a defensive fighting force. The film shows what has been done to provide comfortable living quarters for the young soldiers; it shows as well how the nation's Industry In-dustry is concentrating on order for the gigantic defense program. It's a picture specially meant for all draft eligibles, their families and their friends. When Iloward Ilughei finishes waving his tnaglo wand over Jack Beutel we may have a new star on our movie screens. Beutel gets his chance as one of the leads In the new Hughes film, "The Outlaw." He balls from Dallas, where he had little-theater experience, and wasn't getting far In his ambition to succeed suc-ceed In Hollywood when be got the Hughes assignment. Eleanor Powell has finally completely com-pletely recovered from that operation opera-tion that kept her on the sidelines all this time, and will start work soon in "Lady Be Good," which was ELEANOR POWELL a successful musical comedy yean and years ago. It will co-star Ann Sothern (giving her a chance to get away from playing "Maisie" for awhile) and Tony Martin. Arthur Freed and Busby Berkeley, producer produ-cer and director of "Strike Up the Band." will produce and direct, and the George Gershwin music will be used. What old favorite do yon suppose has been scheduled for a new appearance ap-pearance now? None other than "The Phantom of the Opera," with Broderick Crawford playing the "Phantom." But the real surprise Is the girl who'll play opposite him It's none other than Deanna Durbln. She's always done comedy, and sung a few songs, superbly. ' But when ahe finishes "Nice Girl" she'll get away from all that temporarily, and appear in Universal'! famous thriller. Something new in casting has bobbed up at Paramount Book re viewers on newspapers and magazines maga-zines are to be polled for their nominations for players to appear In the screen version of the Hemingway Heming-way novel, "For Whom the Bell Tolls." Since book reviewers who know one motion actor from another an-other are scarcer than hen's teeth it seems unlikely that their opinions will be of very great value. Jill Esmond, a talented English actress whom yon hear on the air as Emily Bronte, author and narrator narra-tor in "Wutherlng Heights," spent ber last night before leaving England in a Liverpool alr-rald shelter, reciting re-citing fairy talcs for hours on end to keep a group of children entertained. enter-tained. If yoo haven't been listening listen-ing to "Wutherlng Heights" you're missing something; It sets a new high mark in radio aerial drama. Loretta Young unintentionally stole the show from Santa Claus the other evening. On her way to a radio rehearsal, she parked her car in a lot near the theater just as a Santa Claus parade was passing. Hundreds of mothers were holding their children high enough to see Santa Claus; somebody shouted: "There's Loretta Young!" and Instantly In-stantly backs were turned on Santa Claus while everybody gazed at Loretta. ODDS ASD ENDS That new Sunday Sun-day afternoon radio program, uhich hat tlarled off to well, changed it nam just before the first brodcat it's "The Paute That Refrethes" not "Music That Refreshes" , . . Gene Ait-trey, Ait-trey, of the CBS "Melody Ranch" and the movies, recently bought a number of antique music boxes, one for each guest room in his neto ranch house . . . Bob Burns is vacationing right now, on a trip to Sew York which he and Mrs. Burns planned two years ago, but had to postpone. It is Bob's second trip to New York since he landed there joblent in 1935 and got a ol on the air with Rudv V all. 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