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Show THE LEHI SUN, LEIII. UTAH D-T9. SEW ss rrir 5 (5) D. APPt ETM-f FNTiittV fft g. - T Jt Ml! IT-TJ n? 4T1 i ' . W nLLLN lUrTINu MILLER W.N.u.Scrvice ' H ' I II II I J I CB4PTEB XIV-Conllnned 13 , don't ask much from you. .it little. I'm not asking now-M now-M b,2iM yoo. You'd better start Andrew will have the car "I'm not trying Marian, ms'"-- " .....cme. Mother. I want w " 1.. cmi wnul would see" seen enough and heard 1VB V. .. J T' n,nrlrrt Sen hours today and had trou curtt...h Tomorrow you'll driv l. I'm drive .... . Wi7l Fnrk and I .k car over i" L to hear no more about it" 'Sri i set her chin. "Did it ever JuTto you, Mother, that I might e something to say about the 'Soement of the mill? I'm a SboWer. I own as much stock Jwu. My father left it to me." "i suppose, " ,; !ComfuUy. "you'd like to have all the milp dyed lavender 1 "There's this about it, Mother. If Tom voted with me you wouldn't keeping Branford Wills on to in our mill!" Virgie stood talL Her face had turned stony and white as death. "And I suppose if I don't run tegs to suit you, you'll sell the jjiU to Wallace Withers you and Tom?" "I really think I have some rights, Mother." "You have. It will be a relief to me, too, if you'll exercise them. You might vote to discharge me and hire somebody else to get out pulp. That would be a help. I'm worn to the bone and I could use some rest. You could also figure out where the pay-rolls are coming from and how that car of chemicals, with bill of lading attached, is going to be unloaded un-loaded and paid for. I'd like a day in bed-and I could go to the movies. mov-ies. I've only seen a couple of shows since David died. Maybe I'll, join the Little Theatre. Could they use i fat old woman with a more or less hass voice and broken-down arches?" "Mother you know I never meant" "No you didn't mean that kind of authority. None of you ever do the young, brash things who want to run the world! You want to give orders in an arrogant tone but when it comes to getting out in the frosty woods at five o'clock in the morning or up on a hot slope in the middle of May, when there's a hundred hun-dred acres of fire rolling down into your timber no, you never mean things like that. You haven't linked up yet the old fundamental that along with authority goes a devilish lot of bone-grinding work. But maybe may-be you're going to discard that, with all the rest of the old-fashioned fundamentals?" fun-damentals?" Marian looked small and wan; "I'm sorry, Mother. I'll go tomorrow. to-morrow. I'll be ready at seven. But -may I go to the Little Theatre meeting now?" "Baby" Virgie faltered. She was imperious no more. She was a tired woman, with whitening temples. tem-ples. "If I have to fight you, too" Marian gave a little, strangled sob. "I'm horrible," she choked, "to talk like that to you" They clasped each other tight. And over her child's shoulder Virgie Vir-gie looked up at the pictured face of David Morgan, and her deep courage cour-age returned. CHAPTER XV The play was already being read when Stanley Daniels walked into the meeting of the Little Theatre group. Lucy had begun it in her frail, sweet voice, but very promptly Marian Mar-ian Morgan had objected. "Let Sally read, Lucy. We can't hear half that you say." Lucy colored and stammered, smiling her nervous smile, handing over the book. '1 wouldn't be any good on the stage, would I?" She tried to laugh. 1 try to make my voice bigger, hut it just won't be. Begin that scene again, Mrs. Gallup." ' Sally read dramatically, " THuri- el' Muriel's the wiff. isn't che? Nn she's the polo player's wife. Where is un, yes 'Muriel: And what I told you that I hated you, Boyd?' " "You," Marian interrupted, "could oo Muriel Sally. Your voice suits u ai part. 'Where was I? 'Boyd lights a cigarette' -who'll be Boyd?" "Maybe Bill would." . "He wouldn't If we talked him 3ust about the time the show M ready to go on, a wire would iw down or a turbine go wrong something. Oh, here's Stanley. ,"0' Stanley-listen to this part ni I see if you'd like to do it" di there are several other ,ntS" LuCy piped feebly- "They lit. Stt on aPPrval You might Some ot others better." Go on, Sally." Marian prodded. rate ,. eVer ECt through at feis Lucy held her breath while Stan- y Darnels took off his coat She ao maneuvered an empty chair and Z gIowed happily when he crossed room and sat beside her. ofPthred1,''IWishthey'd read me ol the others." kanIy'Y0iCe rose and 'e" dramat- nmbe,UCh.ank tot0 a haPPy he . was ver7 tired and as important to this group and knew it, and she did not greatly care so long as Daniels, was near. She wondered if he would walk home with her, and nursed a jerk of panic for fear he wouldn't. They had so much to talk over so much had happened at the mill and here the small cold uncertainty that had tormented tor-mented Lucy for days intruded again. Had Daniels been a little odd at the mill a trifle on the defensive? She hated harboring this uneasiness, but it would not down. "I'm an awful fool! " Lucy scorned herself. She made herself stop thinking about it, made herself stop looking at the backs of his hands, lean and slender and stained with chemicals. His cuffs were very clean. He was always clean, close-shaven, Jaunty. She tried to listen to the play, but it was stupid and too sophisticated for a village audience, she decided. Sally read gaily on. "Oh, listen I love this! Muriel says, 'Why do we seem always to fall in love with the wrong people? Why does love go blundering through the world, Greg? Nothing else blunders not death nor trouble they go straight to the mark but love gets itself lost finds itself in strange places where it was never meant to be. I think that's a gorgeous line. Why don't we just decide on this play and send the others back?" "It's so talky," Marian argued. "Muriel is a good part but that Pam she's washy, I think. Nobody could make Pam appealing." "You could. Especially in this scene with Greg." "That weepy thing? You know I can't weep. And Pam is 'always surrendering. Maybe English women wom-en surrender so gracefully but I couldn't And we haven't anyone to play Greg." "Why not ask that new man? He's grand looking." "He wouldn't be interested," Marian Mar-ian said, aloofly. "You mean," Lucy was thinking, "you wouldn't be interested in having hav-ing him." The meeting ended at nine, after some squabbling, with no decision arrived at "I must go," Sally said. "Bill's playing pool he always loses and he'll get bored and mad after an hour of it And we have such a ghastly long way to go." Lucy was nervous as she put the plays back into the envelope. Stanley Stan-ley Daniels helped her on with her coat but he said nothing about walking walk-ing home. Instead, he crossed the room and began talking to the others. oth-ers. Lucy's heart, went down with a sick thump, though she made an effort at being gay as they all went down the stairs together. At the bottom she gave a little shiver and exclaimed, "Br-r-r! Cold. I'm glad I haven't far to go." But Stanley Daniels had already hurried away, with a casual good night. Lucy walked home rapidly along the dark little street. She had walked it all her life, she knew every ev-ery bush, every post every rut in the cinder path, windows were lighted light-ed and people up and about but she quickened her walk into a run. But this was not from fear. It was not fear that made her snatch the front door open, throw her hat into a chair, and rush to her own room. She had to get there before misery overwhelmed her. Her purse fell on the floor as she flung herself on the bed. Tears ran down and soaked the pillow, and her thin shoulders shook. Nothing was any use! He didn't care and who could blame him? This awful house her awful clothes her colorless personality. Even her voice was pale and uninteresting. He was sick of her she had flung herself at him oh, she had! No use denying it A ragged sob tore past her lips. "What's the matter with you?" Her mother in her faded outing nightgown and curlers was at the door. Lucy burrowed deeper into the pillow. pil-low. "Nothine's the matter!" she wailed. "Everything's the matter! Go away! Oh, for heaven's sake, go away!" Stanley Daniels walked rapidly. He was definitely worried. He had returned to his room at Mrs. Gill's, after the tense, upset day at the mill, to find a note on the hall table. ta-ble. Mrs. Gill drew his attention to it eagerly. "He left it here about an hour ago. He said he'd come back. He said he wanted to see you about seven-thirty." Daniels tore the cheap gray envelope en-velope open. A defensive, apprehensive appre-hensive anger made his face burn as he read the few lines. "When he comes I won't be here. Tell him I had to go to a meeting An important meeting." "Maybe you better write a note," worried the landlady. "Maybe I'll get it wrong." She did not like offending of-fending people not when she owed money on a note. "No, I won't write any note. Just tell him that I had another engagement" engage-ment" But as he hurried along the frozen street he had a feeling that things impended. It did not surprise him when he walked into his own room to find Wallace Withers sitting 'here in the one comfortable chair "Well, I waited voung tiller. Wallace said ' word wc or three times to come and see me, but you didn't take the trouble so I came to see you." "So I see." Daniels strove for nonchalance. "I've been busy. I intended coming but" he hung up his overcoat carefully. "Was there something you wanted to see me about?" Wallace Withers squared himself and fixed his hands in a pontifical gesture. "Things have happened you might say all that development I was talking to you about is about to come to a climax. The men who are in with me are ready to take-definite take-definite steps. We figure we're ready for a little co-operation now from you." It was spoken pompously. Obviously, Ob-viously, Daniels decided, the speech had been rehearsed. Daniels' lips drew straight. His eyes moved away, grew guarded. "And how am I supposed to cooperate?" co-operate?" Wallace Withers liked an effect He waited a moment put on an expression ex-pression of . suave importance, spread his fingers on the backs of his hands. "I am about ready to start some extensive operations. Lumber and pulp. From what I've heard from you I figured you might be ready to come along in with me. I "And how am I supposed to co-operate?" expect to buy the Morgan milL If Virgie holds out and she's a hard-headed hard-headed woman we'll build a mill of our own, but I've got an idea that won't be necessary. And I m counting count-ing on you." Uncertainty, fear even, was cold in Stanley Daniels' veins, but he gave no sign. "So that's what you had in your mind? I wasn't impressed at first I thought it was all well, a lot of windy talk. But you had it all planned out." Withers' lips folded and unfolded unfold-ed like the lips of a turtle. "I don't waste time on windy talk," he said. "Not on young squirts like you. I talked to you because I had something for you to do and you did it!" Stanley Daniels sprang up. "I did nothing! I'm not in this. I'm not interested." "Virgie," drawled the old man, "might figure different. And you better be interested. It means a future fu-ture for you or no future at all, you might say. I mean to go a long ways in this business I've got money mon-ey in back of me and I'm not going to do any two-penny job of it. If you want to come along all right If you don't" "Then what?" Daniels lace was stiff and colorless. Wallace Withers grinned and it was not a pleasant grin. "Way I look at, it if you don't come in with me, there won't be any place for you to go." "She won't selL" "She'll sell or quit! Even if she don't sell you won't have a job any more!" "So that's the racket! Either I go in with you wreck what I'm doing or you wreck me? That's a threat, is it?" "I don't aim to use words like that I'm just giving you the best advice I know. And I'm making you a pretty good offer." "An offer of what? A business that isn't established a pipe-dream." pipe-dream." "You might find out it was a pretty pret-ty strong pipe. You fellers," he waxed oratorical, "you young men think you know everything. That's your trouble. You don't give any man past forty credit for having any sense." "I'll give you credit for plenty of sense crook sense! I might have known what you were up to! You tricked me got information out of me and now" "And now you're sort of squirming, squirm-ing, ain't you, boy? Well, you needn't squirm. Not if you keep your head and look out for number one. I don't figure to talk not to anybody. Of course, I could go to Virgie Morgan and tell her a mighty interestin' story. But that won't be needful, if you keep your head and anyway. I look for Virgie to be ready to listen to reason by another week." "Look here, if you think I'm going go-ing to" Withers ran his blunt, cruel-looking fingers through his hair. "I'm not going to argue with you," he said. "And if you think you can make me mad, you ain't getting anywhere any-where with it. It's been tried before. be-fore. All you've got to do is quit your Job by noon Saturday. Tell Virgie you've got a better offer tell her anything you please but you're going to quit" "And what if I don't?" Danieli was defiant Withers shook down his too-short sleeves, picked up his hat "You will," he said dryly. He tramped down the stairs and Stanley Daniels heard ' the door slam. Daniels stood still for a long minute, min-ute, lit a cigarette and let it go out, then snatched up his hat. The air of the room was suddenly stifling. He pounded down the stairs. In the parlor, with the asparagus ferns, the everlasting rummy game went on. Three salesmen were playing, play-ing, slapping down cards, lauehinff loudly. The fourth player was Bran- ford Wills. Daniels stared, swore, went out quickly. So he was spying was he the heel, the interloper! A surge of fury burned through Daniels' body, then chilled, leaving him with a weight of cold nausea at the pit of his stomach. He found himself thinking of Lucy. Of her gentle eyes and her mothering ways and her loyalty. Suddenly he felt young and lonely and afraid. CHAPTER XVI Branford Wills stared at the car that waited in front of the Clark gate. "So you came!" he said. Marian Morgan snapped the gear in place. "Yes, I came. But don't let your ego expand. I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for my mother." He climbed in, pulling his hat down over his eyes. "I want to see some timber formerly for-merly belonging to Tom Pruitt, on Hazel Fork," he said. "I suppose you know," she kept her eyes away and her chin up, "that the roads are likely to be bad over that way? We may get stuck." "I'll look over the area on foot I have some corners to check." "All part of the great mystery!" She was scornful. They drove in silence. Mountain men in clean shirts, bound for the village store, walked the roads, indifferent to the raw chill. Marian spoke to each, knew all their names. "Do you know personally every man in this end of the state?" he asked. "I was born here. Most of these people sell pulp wood to mother. When my father was buried four thousand people came to the funeral." fu-neral." There was, Wills thought, something some-thing fine and feudal and tremendous tremen-dous in that Something that went back, as the traditions of these people peo-ple went back, to the old countries none of them had ever seen, but which had stamped upon them, as the mark of all life is stamped upon the cell, the magnificent, aloof pride of tall Celts of the Wicklow and the Carrantual; of Highlanders from the shadow of Ben Nevis. Something of the old countries, in the way these men put their feet down, in the half bold, half feral glint in their eyes. In Marian Morgan this defiant, separate thing was fined down to the cameo cut of her profile, the audacious auda-cious tilt of her chin. The smoke of old peat fires was in the husk of her voice, there was something val- I iant about her that was like the ring of hunting bugles under Grampian cliffs, something of the resolute courage of men who had faced a new land from the ice-coated prows of sailing ships. They passed the power lake and Wills remembered it. They stopped at the Gallup house. Sally was reading the paper in pajamas. She opened the door only a chink. "Heavens, you're early! Don't bring him in yet Good gracious, Marian I thought" "Don't think. I'm not bringing him in. I'm taking him across the ridge. Mother's orders. I want a bucket Even as cold as it is, this car will heat on the grades." "How heavenly then you can sit back and look at all the pretty mountains while it cools." "Don't be an utter idiot! Lend me a bucket And we'll have to postpone post-pone the plays. I don't know the intent of this expedition, but mother moth-er thinks it's important" "Marian, I don't own a bucket-only bucket-only a terrible old huge thing Elvira El-vira uses to scrub. Could you use a stewpan?" The road around the slope of the ridge was rutted and narrow, but from its twisting height Wills saw below him the tangled country through which on that last day he had stumbled, agonizingly, to Virgie Vir-gie Morgan's door. With a map-maker's map-maker's eye he plotted the route, saw where he had turned oft the high road, and beyond that the fire-scalded fire-scalded wilderness, grown head high with rhododendron and tangling '' vines, where through a night of sleet he had wandered, j (TO BE COM At ID NOTES OF A BYSTANDER: The Wireless: Info Please has been topped In the ratings by Truth or Consequences, a comparative newcomer. Topped by a full point, a milestone in radio history . . . Bill Shirer, back in N. Y. from Germany, Ger-many, made a very cagey report on how the Heinies are taking the war. Maybe he's protecting his sub, or p'raps he has to go back. He did admit however, that panic hits Berlin Ber-lin when the air raid siren blows, which is very comforting to know. The Story Tellers: Add required reading: Raymond Gram Swing's reply re-ply to Anne Lindbergh in the Dec. 21st Nation . . . Balanchine's gag: "Yes, but suppose it's the pilot's time?" in Collier's is the next to the oldest gag of them all ... An attractive at-tractive Florida mag is called Ren-dezvous, Ren-dezvous, edited by big timers . . . Talk about ingratitude! Emil Hurja, the poll-marker, who gave the only ray of hope to the G.O.P. during the campaign, gets what thanks? He's cited in The Republican, Repub-lican, the party organ, as "Class Dunce"! The Story of the Week! The legend is that there is in existence a recent letter penned by F.D.R. which historically histo-rically approaches in importance as literature Lincoln's letter to Mrs. Bixby . . , Commenting about some prominent people, who had asked him to intervene for appeasement the President is reported to have written a New York jurist: "Apparently "Appar-ently the issue of living in a totalitarian totali-tarian world continues to be misunderstood. misun-derstood. I can understand your fears, that in that eventuality, your children and grandchildren would suffer obliteration from the world. But my concern must be adjudged the greater. My children and grandchildren grand-children would have to live In it The Front Pages: An Italian newspaper news-paper recently claimed that Paul Revere was an Italian. The editor probably figures that anyone who goes around frantically screaming, "The British are coming" must have come from Italy . . . The no foreign war group has endorsed Lindbergh because they believe he is a great lover of peace. Perhaps they didn't see the magazine article Lindbergh wrote, in which he urged that we go to war against the Asiatics Incidentally, In-cidentally, that bunch has expressed high regard for two people who are proud of getting medals from Hitler "Y-'. . Any other questions? . . . Add coincidences: The same week Hitler warned us against further aid to Britain, a, group of anti-aid to Britain organizations sprang into prominence . . . The Overseas Press Club forced the resignation , of George Sylvester Viereck, it was explained, because he fetched Bund-ists Bund-ists and Gestapolecats to meetings. The other members, perhaps, were afraid of being judged by the company com-pany they kept. NEW YORKERS' TOPICS The famed New York lawyer, who may go to jail for harboring Lepke . . . The buzz about one of our foreign for-eign biggies, who has the rep of being be-ing "queer," which certain governments govern-ments hold over his head to absorb him . . . The wide division in opinion opin-ion over Lord Halifax inheriting Lothian's Lo-thian's job. Certain groups do not trust him, and when you say: "But Churchill sent him!" they reply: "But Churchill's boss is Bevin!" The mysterious disappearance of a Norwegian agent, who was beaten up by Nazi seamen, to keep him from making a speech that might have stopped comrades from signing up with Nazi merchant ships sailing from Mex. ports . . . The police can't solve it . . . The persistent rumor about Att'y-Gen'l Jackson replacing re-placing Chief Justice Hughes on the Big Bench. Jackson is supposed to have resigned from the board of a home-town bank, which clears the way . . . The Bund troopers in York-ville York-ville who handed out thousands of white, blue-edged buttons reading "No Foreign Wars" all week . . . The ugly fact that they were passed out by Gestapolecats is what makes it all so Naziating. The Vanderbilt dowager's curtsy to Juliana of Holland at the Winthrop Aldrich reception. Everyone agreed not to curtsy, but Mrs. V. confessed to Juliana: "I just had to" . . . "But" butted the Princess coldly: "I don't like it!" . . . The How-The-Mighty-Have-Tripped Department: The Schuberts will star Carmen Miranda Mi-randa in a revue patterned after London's "Crazy Show" the backers back-ers will be Olsen & Johnson! TIIEY'RE ALSO DISCUSSING: The National Maritime Union's sponsorship of a march on Washington Wash-ington in mid-January to protest against the Gov't taking over six ships of the American Merchant Marine. Ma-rine. The march will be supported by the American Youth Congress and the American Peace Mobilization Mobiliza-tion group . . . The way the Ethels are clicking on Broadway. Merman. Waters and Barrymore . . . The New York newspaper which is losing los-ing about $20. XO weekly. 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