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Show TIIE LEIIJ. SUN, LEIII, UTAH 1 a m CfllPTEB XHI-Continued 12 withers arose and Lucy, watching , . Mrt of fascinated awe over her "iboA a 1,131 his hands trem' ? ! His lips drew back a little !Zr mill will be for sale, Vir-A Vir-A Morgan! If it ain't for sale to- tt will be. It will bel I don't tl7e to be balked, in what I set f to do. Not by anybody. You Ster do a little thinking. Virgie. You'll sell to me-reasonable-or I'll It capital and put you out of bust-ess. bust-ess. Now I'll thank you for my hat" ' Sbe bad not, Virgie thought thank-fully thank-fully afterward, put him out of the house She had kept her temper and she had kept her head. But when be bad gone rattling away in hij old car, she strode the length of the room and punched the fire savagely. sav-agely. "The old pea-hen! The old ant eater! Put me out of business, will he? My mill's falling in, is it?" From a corner came Marian's worried voice. "He might do it, Mother." "He might do it?" Virgie was grateful for an outlet for her sizzling wrath. "He might run for Congress he might try to blow up Whiteside Mountain, too. But where would he get? Nowhere! He's trying to bluff me out the penny-pinching old hound dog! He's sore because he couldn't marry my mill and get it without putting out a cent I know Wallace Withers. I've known him most of his life as well as though 1 had stirred up the mud to make him!" "But the mill is shabby, Mother. All the metal roofing is rusty and the mortar falling out of. the bricks -and Tom has propped up the fence in a dozen places." Red burned in Virgie' s cheeks. Her eyes shot blue sparks. "I should spend money to fancy up the mill on the outside when the men aren't back on full pay yet! When I can't even discount my bills! Your father never asked for more than thirty days in his life and I'm thankful if I can get anything paid off in ninety." "We only took sixty for the new parts for the Jordan machine, Mrs. Morgan." r "Much obliged, Lucy. Stick with me, will you? I seem to need a couple of friends." "Father," Marian persisted, "had old-fashioned ideas you know that. Mother. He was too conservative for these times." Virgie looked up at David's pictureat pic-tureat the straight, strong, judicial judi-cial line of his lips, at his thoughtful, cautious eyes. The look heartened her, stopped the odd quivering in her knees, the shaken cold anger that tore at her. David was with her. He had died but he had not taken his spirit away from the mill. It walked there, stood over the blow pits and the great digesters and deckers, where the raw pulp was steamed and thinned and ground and dried fine fiber that would one day be milled into missals for nuns or paper on which letters would be written to old mothers. She gave David a look that reached a hand to him through this strange gloom, this shadow which was as fearsome and intangible as the swoop of a hawk through the wind. "Your father's way was an old-fashioned old-fashioned way," she said, "but so are a lot of things old-fashioned. Things like good credit and a good name, things like fairness and honor hon-or and decent dealing. They've invented in-vented some smart methods but they've never invented anything that takes the place of those old-fashioned things!" "We could paint the roller mill," suggested Lucy faintly. "We could let the boys work on it slack days." "And have Wallace Withers walk by and see that he's got us scared? Let him build his pulp milL I'm not going to be stampeded into changing my ways. Morgan pulp is known wherever men make paper. Nobody gives a darn if it's milled in a pole shack with a brush roof. It's good pulp. Lucy, you put all this in the form of a report I might want to prove some time that old Withers threatened me. I'm going to call that lawyer tonight and fo over to see Tom the first thing m morning and enjoin those crooks from cutting that timber." Marian stood up, slim and grave and gallant. "All right, Mother-if you're going to fight, we'll fight with you." Virgie's grimness melted and her eyes misted briefly. "I was just standing here wishing the Lord that I had a son. Life gets pretty thick for a woman, sometimes. some-times. But if we hang together we can beat 'em. You go now, Marian, and take Lucy home. Make Los-e Los-e go with you I don't want you commg back on that road alone." "Mother, I've driven it alone a Hundred times!" "I know that And I've been mak- f!L p for years but now a11 of a wwen somebody takes a notion to Durn down the mill." i0 she rose at intervals" to "Ke bromides, Virgie could not VTP, Her ba"ling spirit was moused, she found herself clenching fists in the dark, making up ge and telling speeches and buttering fragments of them aloud. awfc-Winc BY HELEN TOPPING MILLER The thin, blue winter dawn came late. She had already given up hope of rest when the east began to be pearl and aquamarine. She got up and dressed, putting on her good blue suit her best silk blouse. She would have preferred going into action ac-tion in her old corduroys and boots, but this fight today was to be one of wits, of law and shrewdness not to. be conducted In a disreputable old hat jerked belligerently over one eye. At least thank goodness, her enemy ene-my was now standing forth in the open. The secret hawk that beat dark wings between her and the sky was a thing of form and definition. And she felt sure that if she could keep Payne and Hooper and Wallace Wal-lace Withers from getting possession of the timber area on Hazel Fork, she could defeat their schemes. She knew every inch of land, every standing tree, every foot of available availa-ble pulp wood for a hundred miles around. What little Wallace Withers With-ers owned, even counting the acreage acre-age he had bought from Perry Bennett Ben-nett would not go far. No man in his right mind would put money into a mill, with so scant a supply as that in prospect And the rest, except for Tom's rich heritage, was tied up by leases by power concerns or lumber lum-ber people or by the great Champion Cham-pion mill, except what she herself controlled. She knew that Wallace Withers would extend himself to destroy her. No pestilence ever set loose in any clime could work the havoc wrought by an ignorant bigoted man, working work-ing ruthlessly for bis own ends, especially when under this fierce, cold passion for eminence there burned the moving fury of a personal person-al spite. Wallace was a vain and unscrupulous man, disdained. No ethics would deter him, no reasoning touch him. He would break her if he could, because only by reducing her to suppliant meekness could he rebuild the brittle tower of his own prime conceit. She made a cup of coffee, in the kitchen, and drank it black and hot Lossie came scuffing in in bedroom slippers, her hair plastered stiffly in a net "My goodness," she exclaimed, "you going to the mill this early? Whyn't you call me to get you some breakfast?" "I'll eat later. I've got a lot to do. I don't know when I'll be back." Her old car roared down the hilL The early morning fog was lying in great white scarves of feathers down the slopes of the mountains. . The steam of the mill drifted like wings against a dawn-quickened sky, as she approached the gate. Suddenly she found herself deeply moved, loving that shambling building, build-ing, the windows burning in the wan, wintry sun, the ranked piles of wood, even the choking, sulphide smell that lay along the ground so insistently. The mill was her life-all life-all the rest of her life. It was Davidwhat Da-vidwhat was left to her of the man she had loved. She would fight for it Stiffly she set her chin on that thought The night men, not yet gone off shift stared at her as she walked, eyes ahead, face grim and reso lute, across the frozen yard. CHAPTER XIV The men at the mill had worked all night, unloading the wrecked car, repairing the track, loading again. Disregarding the raw wind that blew through the valley, the occasional spit of snow, Branford Wills had worked with them, observing and listening, making himself as helpful help-ful and unobtrusive as possible. He did not deceive himself. Something was wrong at the mill. There was much shouting and rough talk, but there was also a secretiveness, a watchfulness. It appeared to Wills that among the older hands there was also an uneasy discomfort They were uncertain of each other. oth-er. And a few had an air of insolence, inso-lence, a tendency to swagger. But Wills could not discover that any definite animosity was directed toward to-ward him. They were curt and one or two were a bit scornful of his ability in matters of strength or skill, but there were no covert sneers to be detected, no goading or insults. in-sults. He was a tenderfoot and an outsider and they let him know it but that was all. It was growing day when he returned re-turned to his room at the Clark cottage cot-tage to snatch a few hours of sleep. His legs were a trifle shaky, his throat felt raw, but he was grimly resolute. Some undercurrent was working in the Morgan mill and he intended to know what it was and what force impelled it He had a double motive. He was indebted to Virgie and if he dould solve this riddle of sabotage and put an end to it, it was little enough to do to repay that debt And there was Marian. Somehow he had to repair bis blundering, make himself a man again in her eyes. He slept uneasily, uneasi-ly, wakened when the morning whistle whis-tle blew. Ada Clark's mother protested as he set out again, sheepskin collar shrugged high around his ears. "You'll be down again and worse than ever if you don't take better care of yourself," she declared. But he gave her a one-sided grin and tramped off, his two sandwiches in his coat pocket D. APPLtTOM-CENTURY CO. W.N-U.5ervice At the mill office he found Virgie already at her desk, with Lucy and Daniels standing about their faces worried. "Come along in," Virgie ordered as he opened the door. "You'll have to know about this. Seven men quit this morning." "The Spains and the two Andersons," Ander-sons," Lucy added. "Billy Mount and his boy and Lucius." Her eyes were sorrowful and accusing. Her manner said louder than words, "This is your fault" Daniels was fiddling nervously with the bunch of keys in his fingers. For an instant Branford Wills got the impression that Daniels was evading, that there was something defensive in his man- i ner, but he put that aside. They were all worried, Virgie most of alt "That West Virginia stuff has to go through," she said. "We'll have to have somebody to tend the decker." deck-er." For twenty years Billy Mount had tended the great machines, taken tak-en a fierce pride In the texture of the pulp that rolled through the presses. "Could I do It?" Wills volunteered. "I have ordinary intelligence. I "So you're thinking about my feelings, are yon?" think I could do what Billy Mount could do." "I need you outside," Virgie said. "With the Andersons gone we'll need somebody to get stuff in." "But why should those fellows quit?" Wills asked. "There's no other oth-er place for them in town. You treated them well " "They probably had reasons fairly fair-ly good reasons." Daniels was a trifle dry. "Look here if I'm in any way responsible for this" Wills began vigorously, but Virgie waved a hand. "Sit down and keep your head on and your shirt-tail in! I'm responsible re-sponsible for this. Wallace Withers wants to buy this milL Somehow or other he's working against me. How, I don't know yet. But I will know. It's a fight Wallace says he'll put me out of business if I don't sell Maybe he will but he'll have a merry little time doing it If you people want to stick with me" "Of course we'll stick," said Lucy eagerly. "It might" Stanley Daniels suggested, sug-gested, "be possible to compromise." compro-mise." Virgie blazed at him. "Compromise? "Compro-mise? Do I look like a woman who would compromise?" "Business," Daniels defended, "is built on compromises. It has to be. Individualism cannot always survive." sur-vive." "And so you think," Virgie cut back, "that I ought not to fight? That I ought to let Wallace Withers threaten to ruin me and never lift a hand? Is that what you think?" "I think you are fighting a definite trend, Mrs. Morgan." Daniels grew a trifle oratorical. "You're living in an era which will see the death of the small business, of individual enterprise en-terprise personal control. There is an inevitability in it that you do not recognize. It may mean defeat for you and I think you are the sort of person who would suffer pretty badly bad-ly in defeat" "So you're thinking about my feelings, feel-ings, are you? Well, these are my feelings, in case any of you are in the dark. I had rather see the mill that David Morgan built destroyed every brick, every wheel, every bolt in it than to haggle with Wallace Withers or surrender. If that's crazy, I'm crazyi Now, get to work, all of you! Lucy, get Champion on the wire and tell 'em I want seven hands for a few days. Decker men and outside hands. They've got part-time part-time people always on hand they can spare. We won't grind today, we'll clean the milL Come along, you boys." She was fiercely executive all day. The atmosphere of the mill, already tense, grew galvanic as she cracked the whip of her indomitable will. Lucy Fields went about breathing excitedly but Wills, helping old Frank Emmet to clean and oil the drum-barkers and the toothy cables that snaked the green wood in for grinding, kept a thoughtful watch. Even granting that this man With- ers, who coveted the mill had, some- f 1 how, been able to engineer the various vari-ous calamities that had descended on the plant in the past few days, there remained to be discovered the means by which he bad worked. Wills was not stisfied. He meant to do some sleuthing on big own. He waited till the whistle blew at night and Lucy had put on her shabby shab-by green coat and gone out, then went to the office where Virgie sat studying a map on her desk. Outside Out-side murky lights burned in the yard and steam drifted down to lie in torn, cold "wreaths along the ground. Virgie looked up at him, and it appeared ap-peared to Branford Wills that there was something deeper than weariness weari-ness in her strong face. She looked a little stricken, as though something some-thing had been taken away from her that could not be returned. She showed him the map. "This is what worries me," she said, "this land that belonged to Tom Pruitt. This is what Withers is counting on this timber acreage. He and Payne and those other fellows the fellow Tom shot have got a court order allowing them to cut timber enough to satisfy their claims. And you know what that means. The court can't go up there and scale up stuff. They'll strip it and with what timber is standing there they can set up a mill and run it for three or four years. Long enough to worry me, anyway." "And you're convinced that Withers With-ers is at the bottom of all your troubles?" "What else can I think? He came to my house last night and made threats. Maybe they're just using him to handle local contracts and connections that outsiders couldn't put over. Mountain people are peculiar. pe-culiar. They're suspicious of a stran ger but a home-talent crook can do quite a lot with 'em. I reckon Wallace Wal-lace thinks he's in." "Let me see that map again," Wills said. He had been a maker of maps, Virgie remembered. He anchored an-chored the colored sheet wiih an inkbottle and a slide rule and studied stud-ied it "I filed an injunction to keep them off this morning," Virgie said. "Filed it for Tom, of course. It may not work. They may have the judge sewed up. Tom does what I tell him usually but I don't always get there quite soon enough. I went over at daybreak but I should have gone yesterday." "They'd been there ahead of you? But surely he wouldn't listen to them?" "I don't know. It's worrying me." She breathed wearily, like a spent runner. "They- sent a lawyer to scare Tom, late yesterday. They told him that Cragg was filing suit against him for fifty thousand dollars' dol-lars' damages. Perhaps they can do it, in law I haven't looked into it That's not the point They gave Tom a good scare and then they offered of-fered to settle. So he signed somethingand some-thingand he doesn't know what he signed." ' "So everything you have done for him may be lost? Doesn't he understand under-stand that you're looking out for his interest?" "You couldn't understand a mountain moun-tain man, I'm afraid. Up to a certain cer-tain point they'll listen. Beyond that they're rampant individualists, as young Daniels says. Tom has always al-ways been a helpless old body David Da-vid looked after him. But no mountain moun-tain man believes that a woman could know more than he does." "Is there a blue-print of Pruitt's tract anywhere?" "It's here in the safe. Do you want it?" "I want it and I want to see the land. Could I have a car and some one who knows the way to go over there tomorrow?" "I'll send you a car and a driver. driv-er. What do you want to see it for? Even if I keep those men out of it it will go back to Tom. I'll never Umber it." "I think," Wills said, "that I was once lost in that region. The outline out-line on this map is somehow familiar. famil-iar. It gives me an idea. I'd rather rath-er not talk about it till I'm sure of it" "Most young chaps," Virgie was dry, "want to talk first and do something some-thing about it afterward." At home that night Virgie stretched her slippered feet to the fire and faced her daughter resolutely. reso-lutely. "I said you were going!" she stated stat-ed grimly. "Who else can I trust? This is more important than your silly personal prejudices." Marian stood stormily, staring out a dark window. "How do you know it is important? impor-tant? Because he says so! Oh, Mother Moth-er can't you see that all this Wallace Wal-lace Withers business is Just a coincidence? co-incidence? Wallace Withers heard about the trouble in the mill and he thought it was a good time to Jump in and try to bluff and scare you. The Spains and the Andersons and Billy didn't leave because of Wallace Wal-lace Withers I'll never believe that They didn't want to work under Wills and they resented his Sherlock-ing Sherlock-ing around the milL You won't believe be-lieve me but Lucy thinks the same as I and so does Stanley Daniels." "So you've all got your heads together to-gether and decided that I'm a senile old fool, eh?" "Mother, I didn't say that please " (TO BE COSTISL ED) IS ! ME i MAN ABOUT TOWN: Myrns Loy't most persistent suitor suit-or is still wed to a famed screen tear-jerker, who will divorce him . . . Rosemary Lane tells chums, "My sister will soon be married" . . . Meaning Priscilla Lane and Quentln Reynolds' brother Jim? . , . Rudy VaHee went to San Francisco to meet Tanya Widrin's parents-object parents-object matrimony. She's a Wampus baby star ... The big talk in Mo-line, Mo-line, Illinois, is that producer Dwight Wiman's Nancy and wealthy John Good, both of Moline, are secretly betrothed . . . George Sylvester Viereck, the paid Nazi propagandist has been notified of his expulsion from the Overseas Press Club. He had his lawyer write a letter demanding de-manding reasons. The reply will be a hunk of literature. The tip that broke the Hotel Pierre mess (about it allegedly being be-ing local h'quarters for foreign agents, et al) came from a recently discharged exec . , . Willkie almost got the prexy job at Columbia U., but N. Murray Butler hollered his head off . .. . Anita Colby will be come a bride in about three months, after a certain New Yorker's divorce di-vorce is arranged in the South . . . Barbara Smith's mater made her come home from Florida, where she hoped to become Bobby Martyn's 4th bride next month . . . Walter P. Chrysler Jr. and Martha Potts (of Cal.) are about to become engaged . . . When Mayor LaGuardia gets that defense post which is soon, Commissioner Valentine will quit the Police Department. That list of 1,500 Bund members (allegedly in the armed forces of the U. S.) was a wrongo the headlines fell for. They were names of Bund members in the Chicago area, not soldiers or sailors . . . The G-men are preparing their case against the harborers of Lepke. The "singing" started in Dis't Attorney O'Dwyer's Brooklyn office . . . That London woman at the British Purchasing Commission, N. Y., has been arrested arrest-ed by the Canadian Northwest Mounted Police charged with dealing deal-ing with the enemy . . . W. R. Davis, connected with Nazi oil deals, for years and operating oil cracking plants at Hamburg, Germany, is allegedly al-legedly behind the new drive against aid to Britain. Is anybody doing anything about Col. Edwin Emerson, who is attempting at-tempting to obtain press credentials in Washington? Look up his history since 1933 . . . The Nazis might be surprised to learn that their radio communications with Berlin from Mexico are no secret to the F. B. I. ... You may expect another West Coast explosion (verbal) from the Gov't unless a leading aeroplane maker gets Into step with the protective pro-tective measures against sabotage and espionage set up by Fed. agents . . . Some of the witnesses in the first deportation case against Harry Bridges will get a shock when their lies catch up with them shortly. NOTES OF A NEW YORKER: In the book, "Families': From the Adamses to the Roosevelts," Karl Schriftgiesser uses this phrase to describe de-scribe the first Wm. James: ,"His was an acquisitive and virtuous life which reads like an obituary in the N. Y. Times" . . . Sam Williamson William-son reviewing the book in the Times, ribs Schriftgiesser because a few passages in the book "read like obituaries" . . . Schriftgiesser writes obits for the N. Y. Times. He did the one on O. O. Mclntyre. Last Laff Dep't: Remember How-land How-land Spencer? . . , He's the man who publicly announced that he disliked dis-liked F. D. R. so intensely that he eold his upstate estate to Father Divine to show his contempt for the President, etc. . . . Spencer then became a British citizen and moved to Harbor Island, about 60 miles from Nassau in the Bahamas , . . Now, ha, ha, he wants to come home and can't Because England's war rules allow only $150 to leave with citizens! One piece of legislation expected to go up for approval at the next session of Congress is a bill providing pro-viding pensions for -ex-Congressmen. The move got new backing when word reached Washington that a veteran Western Senator (leaving Congress) is almost destitute after so many years. John B. Kennedy's nifty via WJZ: "It is stated that the Anzacs are reinforcing the British units in case the Italians may counter-attack and have to be checked. It seems that 'clocked' would be the better word." The Duke and Duchess may return re-turn to Miami in mid-January to make personal appearances at four places for the President's Birthday Dances . . . Father Divine is trying try-ing to buy the Virginia Beach Club for another heaven. It went Into reorganization last Summer and is for sale . . . Maxine Darrell's groom, Lt Robert Baird. is now in a Nazi prison camp. He was captured cap-tured in Flanders. She's back in the Royal Palm Club chorus . . . Jean Harrington's chief consoler is Howard Reilly, the agent V 0 8t ailfciilimii'ii HOW9. SE 4 Ruth Wyeth Spears I8"ll LONG SUP-STITCH jMM IN PROTECTOR TV EDGESHORT, HT STITCHES IN V 'r$ BLANKET"" ""pr- 6 M FASTEN WITH SLIP-WS - AIN' stitch basting WJfJWMnm IT WAS a bride of ten years who 1 reminded me of blanket protectors. protec-tors. I say bride because her home still has the Immaculate freshness of a bride's house. Her wool blankets have never been washed or cleaned, yet their soft light colorings show no sign of soil. She brought out some long pieces of cotton material; "I baste these over the tops of the blankets," blan-kets," she said "and change them ever few weeks." I thought of some dainty bed linens lin-ens that I had seen all trimmed in flower sprigged cotton print. Why not make flowered blanket protectors to harmonize with blanket blan-ket colorings? Here Is one that would go with either rose or blue. 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