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Show THE LEIII SUN, LEW. UTAH - 1 (BAPTER XVI-Contlnued. ffilU bad drawn a dozen maps of Ireim. he had plotted It from , holographs, and every line - fwasgraved on his mind. rf . were the tremendous sum-ttere sum-ttere M! -nh nd west, there mi w. . . oinnlnc southward .iAce. sloping southward 2 reward, where Hazel Fork flashing down to meet the ,e! Hal! had form, it fitted in r!fthe thought that had entered mind wne . --:- - Rn witrio Morean's desk. So in virgie morgan of the surveys had been hap- " of the surveys naa pec 2d, so much had been done Hat had to uo o Stop here a minute." he said here. I'll walk a little way " He unfolded the map again. He had drawn it. sitting up most of the rtit drawn it from sketchy bits in e note-book that remained in his .ket. All his material had gone to Washington, but he felt that he bad enough. Slowly he walked, studying the terrain below. Above, on the narrow nar-row road, where first Virgie Mor-m Mor-m had seen the two men In the black car, Marian sat now, be-bind be-bind the wheel, looking small and lonely. For an hour, he scouted the crest, and the sun climbed higher. Icicles melted on the southern slopes and the faces of the crags began to drip. Down the gullies little streams ran clear, finding their way through a lacy network of ice. On i muddy bank, where he leaped across, was a deer track, lately made, clean-printed and plain. He returned to the car and Mari an sighed patiently, as she set the motor going again. "Now where?" "Can we get down under down there where the big trees are?" "We'll have to go far around. Some of it will be rough. But I know the way. I used to come in here with Tom." She fell silent, as they followed the rough woods track, thinking of Tom. Just down there he must have hidden, those two days and below, the cathedral trees, ran the abandoned road where Cragg and others had come in. A heavy pain bothered her when she thought that Tom probably would never see his beloved trees again. Never see the hills again, perhaps or the shabby old mill that he had loved never hear again the crow's shrill defiance or the answering insolence of the mountain raven. It was noon when they reached the lower slope of the ridge, and the sun had warmed and gilded the rocks with a false promise of spring. "Look here, you must be starved," Wills exclaimed suddenly. "Is there any place near where we can get some sandwiches, or something?" "Lossie made sandwiches. They're back here and there's some coffee." "Saved! I was a chump not to think of it myself." The coffee was not hot "Would the lady who owns the stewpan mind if we blacken the bottom of it?" Wills asked. "I can make a fire." "Lossie can scour it." H only things were different, Marian Mar-ian thought wistfully, what fun this would be! If only he were not so arrogant ar-rogant and so cold if only she did not detest him. Wills built a small fire, expertly, between two up-ended racks. Then he thrust a stick into crevice and hung a white handkerchief hand-kerchief on it "Truce!" he announced? "The war it temporarily suspended while the combatants are fed." "Only one cup," said Marian. "So -what do we do?" "Pour your half back into the bottle. bot-tle. Then you drink from the cup and I imbibe from the stewpan." "It's hot." ""In camps where I've dined we used empty bean cans. Gives a rich Pork-and-catsup flavor to the brew." A winter sparrow came and teetered tee-tered on a sumac bough, making small inquiry as to whether any tmmbs would remain. The sun lay wdently on the face of the rock Ma"an held her palms to it toger"18 Warmth in cuPPed P1 Her nead was codt me "rd's, her eyes were cool and remote. re-mote. Wills looked at her and his neart gave a savage, hurting clutch'. 's spme straightened and a grim ne hardened around his mouth. He as not defeated. Now she was as r&om him as the moon-but when 'man had caught a precious dream ?. art w was not easy t0 let rf ,k' , y she was daughter "toe Morgan mills-and he was an employee in corduroy pants. Tomor- Cr Vlamped his teeth and Bung a challenge to tomorrow. And 55? he cleared his Intolerable-to sit here' in a forest for-est ..lenc,, wjth ence 0" him ta co1 todiff the waiting hoaSei6 Speak-" he said- iw Yof; h ow how yu feel- i :s' - ? r go- anc.iho. . uus u i never say v.... wura io you as tor r word tr, .. -. . first nL t Ve with you-the Varied eI.everf.you. I-havent ?iued from a moun- "'citet! I knowWhat you've awkin th W BY titLLN TOPPING MILLER been thinking. It doesn't change. Nothing will change me ever. And I'm not giving up." She stood up, slowly, let her eyes come up slowly. There was an odd little beating .at the base of her throat, and for an instant her eyelids eye-lids trembled mistily. Then she gave a choky little sound. "I'm going home," she said and turned and ran without looking back. The car door slammed. The motor mo-tor roared and she tore down the rutty track, jolting and bouncing for a hundred yards. Wills sat still on the rock, turning a cigarette slowly round and round in his fingers. Then as suddenly as she had started, Marian stopped the car, backed it slowly. "Get in." she ordered. He gathered up the stewpan and the thermos bottle. "Get in and don't talk to me," she repeated, huskily keeping her eyes straight ahead. Her profile was as unyielding as the line of the distant mountains. She could manage humble men and make important ones respect re-spect her. ' She was David Morgan's daughter and she was finding it hard to surrender. All the way back to the mill she kept her eyes grimly on the road. Wills sat silent but his heart was leaping wildly, and a little smile twisted the corner of his mouth. She was built, fine and gallant and loyal, as a silver sword. She was cut from a golden width of the fabric fab-ric of dream. For a dream like that a man could wait a lifetime joyfully! , Virgie went to the mill that Saturday Sat-urday morning, with her face set like the face on a monument She had argued with herself through long hours of darkness. Why was she being such a fool, being thrown into a tense panic by Wallace Wal-lace Withers? She could mill pulp and she could sell it; she had proved that She could borrow money and pay it back. She could manage humble men and make important ones respect her. Even if Wallace bought up her notes, she could pay. She had kept her credit good. The mill would run on. David would have laughed at Wallace Wal-lace Withers or smiled his dry, onesided one-sided smile, for David had seldom laughed. He had been intent and grave and fiery, like Marian. But he fought an army of enemies and come through. His mill should run on. Very high-headed, Virgie climbed the steps of her office. And there Lucy Fields looked at her with a tragic face. "The West Virginia people have canceled," she said. "What?" "The West Virginia order they canceled by wire this morning." "But their stuff is already milled! It's practically ready to go. What reason did they give?" "None at alL It was a very short message. They canceled. L,ucy was wan-faced. Her fingers were uncertain un-certain as she opened a tradepaper and indicated a paragraph. "I just saw this. Do you think it could have had anything to do with it?" Virgie scanned the column. The paragraph Lucy pointed out, was headed. "MORGAN PEOPLE IN TROUBLE." The Morgan mills, so the type stated, were experiencing serious labor trouble, the outgrowth of a shooting affair on the property of the company. Mr. Gordon Cragg, prominent financier and timber magnate, so the story ran, had been shot and dangerously wounded by Thomas Pruitt superintendent of the Morgan plant "Somebody ought to show this to Tom," Virgie commented, flatly. "I don't suppose anybody ever called him Thomas in his life." "But we depended on that West Virginia order," Lucy worried. "They've never canceled before I just looked through the files. They've been buying from us for eighteen years. We depend on that order for the tax money." "I'll have to go up there, I sup eOTSS!!f,a poseand argue with them," Vir gie said patiently. "Payne and Hooper and Withers, et aL, are getting get-ting in some fancy underground work." "How can you go with Tom's trial starting Monday?" "Young Daniels will have to go." Virgie sat erect again. At least here was something that could be done. Something definite and on the offensive. "Go get him, Lucy." While Lucy was gone across the yard, Virgie thumbed the mail over swiftly, scarcely seeing the type that her eye ran over. On Monday Tom would go on trial before a Jury. "And any sentence will kill him so it would be kinder to hang him and be done with if she had answered an-swered that What troubled her most was her own ineffectiveness. She had been fiercely boastful, she had defied the world, as the Irish are so prone to do; she had talked widely and magnificently mag-nificently about saving Tom of saving sav-ing the mill and being undismayed by Wallace Withers, and now every recurring blow left her more help less, more inarticulate, tutile, pathetic. pa-thetic. It was a sickening spectacle for a proud woman to contemplate. It was worse for an honest woman who could not bring herself to stoop to alibis. Up to now, she had been able to do nothing to stem this tide of disaster. Somehow, of course, Payne and Hooper and Wallace Withers were behind this newest catastrophe. ca-tastrophe. She gave Wallace credit he was overlooking nothing. Lucy came back, followed by Stanley Daniels. Virgie regarded her chemist, her mouth drawn severely straight "For a working man," she said, you're very elegant this morn ing!" Daniels wore his good clothes, a clean shirt, a jaunty tie. He was a trifle pale, but he faced her coolly. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Morgan," he said. "But I'm not working today. I was checking over the laboratory. I am resigning my position with you today!" - - Virgie let the old octagonal clock tick off a measured minute, while she looked him up and down. Lucy stood like a statue, white as death, motionless, hardly breathing. "So they got you, too, did they?" Virgie said, presently. Daniels flushed, then the blood drained out of his face. "My decision has not been influ enced by anyone," he said, stiffly. I have felt for some time that I did not have your confidence, Mrs. Morgan. Chemistry is a responsibility responsi-bility a serious responsibility. -. I feel that I don't wish to assume that responsibility any longer in a plant where I'm not trusted." "Who distrusts you?" Virgie coun tered, her eyes as frigid as his. He was manifestly uncomfortable. Lucy drew a little strangling breath, her hands at her throat. "You were very plainly sus picious of me, Mrs. Morgan when we lost that pulp. And your attitude atti-tude yesterday and before that " "How much," Virgie cut in, 'did Wallace Withers pay you to mke that speech?" Daniels glared, affrontedly. "I have not been paid certainly not by Mr. Withers!" Virgie reached for the telephone. "Call Julia Gill for me, Mildred," she said into it evenly. "Julia? This is Virgie Morgan. Was Wallace Withers in town last night? Oh, he came there to see Mr. Daniels, did he? Much obliged. No-thafs alL" She hung up. Stanley Daniels' eyes were blazing. blaz-ing. "I think I have a right to my own affairs," he said, "on my own time without being spied on or catechized!" "Allihe right in the world." Vir- gie's tone was wooden. "The right to cheat and do sabotage and de stroy the people who have depended on you! The right to disappoint people peo-ple who look for something decent and square in this younger genera "I haven't cheated! I didn't touch that pulp oh. what's the use? You wouldn't believe me anyway I" "No," Virgie was patient, proba-' bly T wouldn't. I'm just a stupid old woman. I believe what I see and what I hear. I see you deserting me and I hear that you've been in communication with the man who brags that he's going to ruin me. I add up two and two in my naive, outmoded way and I get a plain answer. an-swer. Now I'll tell you something, Daniels. I did suspect you at first. I overcame it because I want to believe in young people. I called you in here just now to send you off on an errand of importance to me because I hoped you'd do it well because I thought you'd be glad of the chance to prove yourself to me. But all that's ended. Talk is no use. You can check out Take the inventory over, Lucy and check him out" "You'd better check carefully." Daniels flared. "Probably I've been stealing from you. too!" "The person you've been stealing from," said Virgie. with a heavy patience, "is yourself!" "Oh. please I can't!" faltered Lucy. '1 said go over and check him out" repeated Virgie, evenly, "and remember all the tragedies aren't played in the Little Theatre!" FT71 I Hi y At the laboratory deer, Lucy turned on Daniels a livid face. "How can you do a thing like this -to her?" He flushed angrily. "What chance did I have? I could have explained but she wouldn't have listened. You heard her give me the third degreetelephoning de-greetelephoning Mrs. GilL" "You could have explained what? What was there to explain?" "I could have explained why Withers With-ers was there. He framed me. He would have ruined me. He led me on to talk he got information out of me formulas " "You told him what to put in a digester to ruin a batch of pulp!" Lucy was all white scorn. "You were just talking to be interesting because he made you think you were important. And then when he took the information he got from you and hired those low-down Spain boys to do the work, probably" "How do you know?" "I don't know: But It adds up, doesn't it? And then he threatened you I think you're cheap!" she blazed at him. "I think you're yellow! And I was in love with you! I suffered because you didn't care! It makes me sick now when I think about it." He flung the door back. The flat, acrid chemical smell rushed at them. This had been his world the place where he had ruled men and processes, by the power of his moving thumbs over a test-tube, by the might of figures written on ruled sheets, by his word. For years he had been supreme, a person of im portance, knowing things other men did not know. But now he was only a lost young man stumbling into a reeking cubicle a young man out of work. . 1 "Hadn't you better get at that in ventory?" he said, flatly, racking up test-tubes. "I'm leaving town. I don't intend sticking around here forever." But Lucy did not stir. She stood, with the flat book under her arm, her eyes purple-black and thunder ous. "You're not going!" she slashed. "You're not going through with this. You're going to stick here and be- something a man!" "Sorry I'm going." She held the latch of the door. She was vibrant all over, like a small gray hornet "You're not going! There's the mill! I despise you! When I think what a fool I've been crying over you I never want to see you again. But there's the mill. It has to go on. It has to go on. And we can't run without sulphides and magnesium and the right formulas. - You're not going because I'm go ing to lock you in!" Daniels jumped too late. She had swung with the heavy door, crashed it shut and he heard the heavy padlock he had himself put on, clack fast cn the outside. "You're not going. Stanley Daniels," Dan-iels," she shrilled at hnn through the panels. "You can sit in there and make up your mind to that! You can make up your mind to be a man! You're going to stay in there till I get good and ready to let you out!" He dragged at the door, beat un-availingly un-availingly on the heavy panels. He swore at her. "You crazy little fool!" he shouted. shout-ed. "You crazy devil!" But she was gone. He kicked the panels in wrath, but the effort was wasted and he knew it Heavily he sank on the greasy stool, watched an upset bottle of acid trickle slowly to the floor. Who would have thought that quiet qui-et mousy little thing bad so much fire in her? His anger relaxed a little. lit-tle. He bad been sick, shaken and miserable with a mixture of shame and dread all night Toward dawn he had, decided that the only thing to do was to leave town. But now his neck stiffened a little, his jaw set So she thought he was yellow, did she the spunky little devil? He'd show her he went to the door and gave it a resounding kick. CHAPTER XVH The lawyer who came at noon, with Wallace Withers, was a suave stranger. ,. ; He was, so he stated, from Baltimore. Balti-more. He represented the Messrs. Payne, Cragg, and Hooper. "And Withers," added Virgie. "I do not represent Mr. Withers. I am not connected with the local, enterprises of my clients, Mrs. Morgan. Mor-gan. I am retained to prosecute a suit for damages for Mr. Cragg against your superintendent I believeMr. be-lieveMr. Thomas Pruitt" "You didn't overlook anything, did you?" drawled Virgie. "It is the function of an efficient attorney to overlook nothing. Very wisely, we think, Mr. Pruitt accepted accept-ed our advice which was to settle out of court With more serious action ac-tion pending it would be unfortunate unfortu-nate for him to be involved also in civil matters, to which he could not give his attention. So he decided to make suitable settlement with my client Mr. Cragg, and I have here" he unfolded a paper "an order upon you, Mrs. Morgan, to deliver to me fifty shares of stock in the Morgan mills the property of Mr Pruitt", Virgie sprang up TO BE COMIMLD) SliGE$CRE By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) SOME years ago when Joseph Jo-seph P. Kennedy, until recently re-cently our ambassador to the Court of St. James's, was associated as-sociated in the financial management man-agement of Paramount, he was rather skeptical about the valuation that Hollywood places upon its stars. In fact, he remarked that practically anybody able to "make faces" was a potential moVie actor. Now Paramount is screening "One Night in Lisbon,1 with Fred Mac-Murray Mac-Murray and Madeleine Carroll co-starred. co-starred. It's a story of the current European war, with the opening sequences se-quences laid in beleaguered London. Lon-don. There is a role that fits Mr. Kennedy perfectly. Producer-direo tor Edward H. Griffith offered the JOSEPH P. KENNEDY role to our friend Kennedy, who dared to accept this chance to try his own ability to make faces. Incidentally, Madeleine Carroll tried her best to get out of making "One Night In Lisbon." Her 19-year-old sister was killed not long ago, you'll remember, during a bombing raid in London. -Sfc- Just being home from the hospital hos-pital is a vacation that Mrs. Eddie Bracken is still on. She and her hus band started off in their car for a vacation trip East as soon as he finished his work in "Beaching for the Sun." They were hardly well on their way when they were in a .spectacular automobile accident In which she was seriously injured. There's no telling where this custom cus-tom of playing oneself on the screen will end. Jack Benny and Fred Allen take a whirl at it In "Love Thy Neighbor"; Oscar Levant, of radio's "Information Please," was obviously Oscar himself in "Rhythm on the River"; Deems Taylor, music mu-sic commentator of the air, steps right out as Deems Taylor In "The Hardboiled Canary," with Susanna Foster, and also in "Fantasia." And of coarse band leaders play themselves; them-selves; two of the newest baton-waving performances are those of Artie Shaw In "Second Chorus" and Orrin Tucker In "Las Vegas Nights." Members of the cast of that same "Las Vegas Nights" were slightly slap-happy after a memorable day's shooting In which practically everybody ev-erybody slapped somebody else. Virginia Dale slapped Francetta Mallory, who slapped right back; after that it continued, spreading to other actors, until Assistant Director Direc-tor Eddie Salvan had counted 97 blows. Then he stopped counting .and sent for a .studio nurse and some aspirin. Jane Withers was borrowed by Twentieth Century-Fox from Columbia Colum-bia to play opposite Jackie Cooper in "Her First Beau," a role for which both Edith Fellows and Bo-nlta Bo-nlta Granville had been mentioned. She'll report for it In February, when she's finished "A Very Young Lady," also for Fox. Anna Neagle, the English screen actress, is going to give us still another an-other of those musical comedies of yester-year. She's done "Irene" and "No, No Nanette" so far, and now we hear that the next one will be "Sunny." There doesn't seem to be any very good reason for these endeavors; en-deavors; neither "Irene" nor "No, No Nanette" was very good the latter has just been released, and in spite of an excellent cast it's not Grade A entertainment And for some reason the music which made the musical a standout is now merely mere-ly Incidental. ODDS AXD ENDS H UniversaT in the market for really ancient automobiles, tuch at Pope Toledo To-ledo end Wintons they're needed for the Vanderbdt Cup race scene in the re-make of "Back Street." 2 Claudette Colbert hat signed for two year more uith Paramount, making one picture year. Her next one will be "Skylark,"' based on successful stage Dorothy Thompson, icnler and commentator, com-mentator, has been signed for another thirteen weeks over MBS. $2.The Marx Brothers ill be turned loose in a department store in "Step Thit Way." 1 !.-;' . '- . I . ' 1 ; v ft Jlsk Me Jlnotfier O A General Quiz 1. What is the population of Greece? 2. 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Part of the difference is credited to a trailer school-house which visits rural communities com-munities to teach child and maternal mater-nal health. Navigating Northwest Fassage The first to navigate Northwest Passage was Capt Roald Amundsen, Amund-sen, who left Oslo on June 17, 1903, in Gjoa and entered the passage through the Bering strait on July 11, 1906. His was the first ship to pass from ocean to ocean north of Patagonia. Cleaning Suede Bag The best method to clean a suede bag is by using a dry rubber sponge. Rubbed across the surface of the bag, it restores the color and life to the leather and also helps to take off some of the surface color to avoid soiling the clothing. I s . ..JV-- v . . i tec? ctote ,7i 'A"4 V I 'J 4 |