OCR Text |
Show We lot Bbei i rail Strcei lid IB id Mill ScofaJ "1 i iotf ..V FRIEND ggQgsgt iit: Ten-year-old VT I.- .n opportunity to kit nlly,, wy' .retired srmy officer, ier' V-' cbolco nd by Whe Flick, the .'STirrW to Jump th. M" ukel the opportunity k wild Uttl. eolt " . convinced that FucM K't ", mother, Captain k ,h.nk .he will let ,11 knneful. He who ,Dd l.eautiul. . lt tne ... ate nothing. How. CVt eating his din. ,.,he have to eat, Moth- .1 answ ered, "Leave him .understood what his fa-lie fa-lie he said' T ..like that on my ia. iwimaltodiealinger- 3"" !! father to Flicka was to be shot. hear his father give we a limp when ,mi, GUS. ana w ; 7d put the filly out of -bed the gun rack in the All the guns were j it No guns were al- bunk house. Going L room to the kitch- ames a day ior muis, canned the weapons to j fey were all there. That :werenot all there. The r was missing. ;a saw that, he stopped He felt dizzy. He kept jie gun racK, tenuis t surely was were ne sin -he couldn't see felt an arm across his and heard his father's tow, son. Some things hard to take. We just b 'em. I have to, too. told of his father s hand - It helped steady him. ilooked up. Rob looked smiled at him and gave shake and squeeze. Ken .mile too. know?" Dai" Led in to supper together. ate a little. But Nell iStfuily at the ashen col- ice; and at the little s beating in the side of 3 Ken carried Flicka Ml he had to coax her id hardly touch them. with her head hanging, a stroked it and talked pressed her face into his content feel the burning heat of It didn't seem possible R so thin could be alive. saw Gus come into If carrying the Winches- saw Ken, he changed and sauntered along as .1 to shoot cottontails, to Mm. "When are you I it, Gus?" join down soon now, be-iirk-" Ft do it tonight Wait Just one more night, fc morning den, but it toe, Ken. Yer fadder iff." 1 won't say anything to the bunk house med to Flicka. ck Howard was sent Ken. He stood at pte. shouting. is still standing in her P the full moon rose at Hunter's Moon, as t( Harvest Moon. ;smds did not Dain her. rm i it . 1 ""ie down-whirling J Uony felt through ""W. Now and $ found strength to " ' we strueelert- ch. pad. water drew her, SH. hited her hoa the house. The ""w against ho , iuiii me runnino rjj , puu me JJ the last 0, her ther stilL rrom ten 'the fnu,o!- , , -ri or ri r vjjit ivinun. OU H, . . , c mst aeso- WorW v . . -me nowl of It rode on '"" u as a rr.ji. Paiw " T a "suess- k.we n ceased it essence of "SHI lee lh IT and lying In bed, wide awake, and shaken by a steady fine quivering, he could see It reflected In the opened casement winaow oi nis room. He hadn't completely undressed, but he had the sheet drawn up to his chin, in case his mother or father fa-ther came in to look at him. He heard them talking together in their room as they undressed. How long they took. It seemed to him hours before the whole house was quiet-as quiet-as quiet as the night was outside. He waited still another hour, till everyone was so deep asleep there woma oe no chance of their hearing. hear-ing. Then he stole out of bed and put on the rest of his clothes. He carried his shoes in his hands and crept down the hall, nast the door of his parents' room, taking a half minute for a step. On the far end of the terrace, he sat down and put on his shoes, his heart pounding and the blood almost Suffocating him. He kept whispering. "I'm comine. Flicka I'm coming" His feet pattered down the Dath. He ran as fast as he could. It was so dark under the cotton- wood trees, he had to stand a moment, mo-ment, getting used to the darkness. before he could be sure that Flicka was not there. There stood her feed box but the filly was gone. Unreasoning terror swept over him. Something had SDirited her The water rippled over Ken's legs and over Flicka's body. away he would never see her again Gus had come down his father- He ran wildly here and there. At last, when there was no sign of her, he began a systematic search all through the pasture. He dared not call aloud, but he whispered "Flicka Oh, Flicka where are you." At last he found her down the creek lying in the water. Her head had been on the bank, but as she lay there, the current of the stream had sucked and pulled at her, and she had had no strength to resist; and little by little her head had slipped down until when Ken got there only the muzzle was resting on the bank, and the body and legs were swinging in the stream. Ken slid into the water, sitting on the bank, and he hauled at her head But she was heavy, and the current dragged like a weight; and he be-n be-n tn sob because he had no strength to draw her out Then he found a leverage for his heels against some rocks in the bed of the stream, and he braced mm. self against them, and pulled with all his might: and her head came up onto his knees, and he held it pradled in his arms. He was glad that she had died of her own accord, in the cool water, under the moon, instead of being shot by Gus. Then, putting his face close to hers, and looking searching-ly searching-ly into her eyes, he saw that she was alive and looiung oacs ui uuu. And then he burst out crying, and hugged her, and said, "Oh, my lit tle Flicka, my htue nucita. The long night passed. The moon slid slowly across the heavens. The water rippled over Ken's legs. and over Flicka's body. And gradu-n gradu-n v,a heat and the fever went UJ it- nut nf her. and the cool running wa ter washed and washed her wounds. The night took a heavy toll from Ken, but for Fliaka there was resurgence. re-surgence. At the moment when Ken drew her into his arms and cried her name, the spring or the down whiri-nff sriiral was broken, Flicka was released and not once again did she feel it. The life-currents in her body turned, and in weak and wa wrinif fashion, flowed upward. his youth and strength and magnetism mag-netism eiven her freely and abun. dantly on the stream of bis love from his ardent eyes to ners. erLUt,tor Ken' ttere wa. first, the keeping numbness of thosa part Where the head and the neck of 5S S?,,.U,J?1h"' lmort up to hta I' , . 1 0 momtaln stream was lea from the Snrvurw TJ l. .1. - t ... ... - J .ukc ui uic North West, and the water was far comer than the shallow sJ00ked' Ken'. leg; "were f "Veiled and cramped with the cold, and long before the night was oyer his teeth were chattering and nis body shaking with chills. It didn t matter. Nnthin mat tered but that he should hold Flicka and hold the life in her. At dawn, when there ihmiM ht been light there was, first, a gray gloom, and then persistent twilight. The wind had failed and the clouds had their way at last forced up from all points of the compass by pressure in the lower areas behind uiem, Laramie and Cheyenne, both a thousand feet down, and the valleys val-leys behind the mountains that were to the north and south. Often McLaughlin studied the skv. especially the rims of Sherman Hill. and said, "It's trying its best to storm, but the clouds can't get over me mountains." now they had got over. There wasn't room for them all They ob-scured ob-scured the zenith and then doubled up, one layer below the other. tsui K.en knew nothing of the weather only Flicka; the heat of her body that burned his arms. To ward morning he knew that the heat had gone, and it was not death: when he spoke to her, her eyes still looked back into his. He was full of thankfulness. The alarm clock broke the early morning silence of the bunk house and jangled for sixty' seconds. Before it stopped Tim and Gus were sitting, naked, on the edge of their bunks, yawning and rubbing their heads. Gus reached for his clothes and began to draw them on, remembering remember-ing as he did so that something un pleasant was ahead of him. It was moment or two before it came to him the shooting of Flicka. When he remembered he dropped both hands on his knees and sat in silence. Nothing for it it must be done. The filly might have been left to die of her own accord, but that was contrary to custom on the Goose Bar Ranch. Gus finished dressing, made the fire and laid the table for breakfast, break-fast, thinking that when he had ev erything ready except frying the eggs and bacon and making the cof fee, he'd go down to the Calf Pasture Pas-ture with the Winchester. It wouldn't take a minute. He had the gun with him there in the bunk house. . It stood in the corner, still loaded. He'd be back before Tim had finished milking the cows and have plenty of time to make breakfast Gus walked down to the ranch house, stood the gun against the house outside, and went into the kitchen to make up the fire. Gus' shaking down of the ashes every morning was the rising bell for the family. When the kindling had caught, and the flames were licking up around the blocks of coal, Gus closed the back draft and went out He took the gun and walked slowly across the Green, to the gate of the Calf Pasture. A few minutes' walk brought him to Flicka's Nursery and showed him that Flicka was not there. He walked down stream and soon found Ken sitting in the water, Flicka's head in his arms. One look at the boy's face was enough. Gus crossed the creek, laid down his gun, and seizing tne nuy Dy the head, dragged her out onto the grassy bank, as doctors drag infants in-fants into the world by the head-never, head-never, safely, by any other part Ken could not move. Gus lilted him in his arms and again crossed the creek. Ken's head dropped back over the Swede's shoulder, turning to the filly for one last look. "Good-by, Flicka." It was only a whisper. Rob was standing at his window fastening his belt, when he saw the foreman passing, carrying Ken. He thought "Flicka died I didn't near the Winchester Ken's found her dead fainted " He ran downstairs and out, took the boy from Gus' arms, and then noticed the unbelievably shrunken, drawn features, and the violent chills. This was more than a faint. Gus told him how he had found Ken, and Rob carried him in and up to bed. , . , Rob and Nell put Ken to bed between be-tween hot blankets and tried to get some brandy between his lips. Gus returned to the Pasture to get the gun. Flicka was lying as he had left her. but at his approach held up her head. The man knelt down on the grass by her and felt of her head, her neck, looked into her eyes. "Veil veil Flicka, liddle curl " He was astonished to feel that her body seemed to have lost its great heat; the fever had gone. He looked at the two wounds. The cuts were clean and all the hard swelling had gone; and he could see by her face that she was brighter. cpp bv the expression in a child's face, even though it is stil) pinched and wan, wai iu ine back. (TO BE COXTISUD) Kathleen Norris Says: No Husband h Perfect . Bell Syndicate. WNU Feature. com "TILL DEATH US DO PART' Strict adherence to the marriage mar-riage vows as a foundation for self respect and the respect of others, is the basis of this week's advice by Kathleen Norris. She reminds a worn' an, who is about to bring tragedy to her child through divorce, that all men, even her husband, have faults, and that if she has a partner who is even 50 per cent satisfactory, she has done as well as most women. In her letter, this woman writes that she and her husband "simply don't exist for each other." She be' lieves she can find happiness by marrying another man. Carol reads hit paper at breakfast; I read mine. Wt both keep an ey on Jackie, tee that he finishes his milk and gets off in time. This five days a week. By KATHLEEN NORRIS NOTHING weakens a woman's will like a love affair. Nothing so completely turns reason topsy-turvy anrj breaks down the principles the codes that have been years a-building. When it comes some years after marriage, to a wife who has begun to doubt her own charm, begun to fear that her day of compliments and thrills is over, what a love-affair does to her spirits, how it brightens her eyes and renews her zest in life! ' And what a terrible pity that is, for like strong drink, gambling, horse-racing, firearms and turnip in a stew, passion has to be used with extreme caution, or it ruins everything. every-thing. That's the way civilization has worked it out; a hard way, but the only safe road to follow. One man for one woman, 'and fidelity from both, and no teasing and playing with love along the sidelines. If you have a husband who is even 50 per cent satisfactory, you've done as well as most women, have no more to endure than they have, and would be wise to draw most of your happiness happi-ness from other sources. Illicit Love Causes Suffering. It would be pleasant if an attrac tive wife could have an affair with a strange man say a handsome young captain recently stationed in her neighborhood. Pleasant if nobody no-body would be hurt But the catch is that somebody is hurt the oth er husband and wife suffer the tor tures of Purgatory; children suffer, neighbors and families are disappointed disap-pointed if not scandalized, and in the end the lovers pay, too. Neither one, all the rest of his or her days. is particularly proud in looking back to those delirious hours of passion. So make up your mind before the affair really gets under way, that what has been the law for strong and self-respecting folk for generations genera-tions is the right law; faithfulness to that promise made on a June day of radiant happiness, and confidence so many years ago. Here Is a letter from a woman who wants to jump the ropes after 11 years of marriage. Of course I am going to advise her not to do it but the chances are she'll do it any. way. She has only to look at the pitiful failures of some of the men and women who have done it to see what she is letting herself in for, but no one ever does when an af fair has gotten a good start Husband, Wife Drift Apart ' "We have one son of eight writes Winifred. "He is our sole in. terest In common. But for Jackie, I believe Carol and I might go days without speaking to each other, There Is no quarreling, although in the beginning of our marriage did quarrel a good deal. We simply don't exist for each other. Carol reads his paper at breakfast; I read mine. We both keep an eye on Jackie, see that he finishes his milk and gets off In time. This five days a week. On Saturday Jackie has sweeping, watering and raking to do; in the afternoon he and his father oick a movie; never one that I want to see. 1 hate bombing, zooming of planes, close small thea ters. Saturday night poker club for Carol, and usually dinner with school pal for Jackie. Sunday Carol drops Jackie and me at my mother's moth-er's house, goes on to the country club. Mother Is an invalid, very nervous, and if I can leave Jackie with some friend or send him on with his father, I usually do. My sister, unmarried, and very delicate, lives with my mother; there is no quarrel between them and my hus band, but he rarely goes to uie nouse. I try to cheer my own people, lunch ON THE SrC ( HOME FRONT1 V i RUTH WYETH SPEARS PC2) F5i "TIP"" I SAME Tm COUCH Jlii $Mtj WITH NEW H -COVER, s Ffr&a BEDDING STUDIO COUCH WITH SMALL TABLES AND NO STORAGE SPACE SLIDE COUCH UNDER BEDDING COMPARTMENT TPHE upper sketch shows a com- bination living and bed room brought up to date with every inch of space used. The cushions (lower (low-er left) were replaced with a boxlike box-like compartment for bedding. This was made of plywood as shown at the lower right. It was padded across the front and ends with cotton cot-ton batting, and covered with the couch material tacked in place with them, and walk back to a quiet house to wait for the others. ' About two months ago I met an army doctor of 51; I am 34. ; From the first moment we two liked each other, and now our feeling Js something some-thing much stronger, Harry is married, mar-ried, has two grown girls; he and his wife have been estranged, though living together with every outside appearance of harmony, for many years. He is commissioned, will go back to private life after the war. and lives in a distant suburban town. We want, I will say frankly, to get divorces and be free to marry; I to keep Jackie with me. The lawyer to whom I spoke about it said that with a minor child that was cus tomary, but I would have to make it very clear, as Carol has a sister with young children, who would gladly take Jackie. Plans Rome With Doctor. "My problem is, to find some place in the West where I could take my boy, and where we could live quietly during the processes of divorce. Meanwhile Harry would write his wife and set the wheels in motion there. Then, if he is sent. as he expects to be, overseas, I would go to his own town, estab lish myself and Jackie there, and begin at once to make friends and prepare a home for his return. What do you think of that plan and where would you advise me to go? I have not attempted to tell you what this Inrush of new happiness and love means to me, how good life sudden ly seems, how miraculously changed is the world; I will spare you that And she signs it "Joyfully yours." Poor Winifred, her letter is one of the most pitifully deluded I ever read, the most childishly blind. Does she imagine for one moment that a doctor of all professions! is going to re-establish a good practice in a suburban town whose every resident knows that when he went off to war he threw over his wife for another woman? Does she real ly think that having completelv failed to hold her first husband's interest in-terest and companionship, she is capable of starting off with a new, almost unknown, husband, and making mak-ing a success of it? If she does she is heading for a terrible disillusionment disillusion-ment For one thing. Carol, with a good ister to whom to send him, is very unlikely to give up his child. Pang first for Winifred. Then in Harry's unknown suburban town she has not a friend. She would be homesick home-sick and strange, disliked from the start and suffering a heavy handicap. handi-cap. More pangs. Then when she discovered that a dull life makes a dull husband, that Harry wasn't so very different from Carol, and that at least part of the trouble in her first marriage was her fault she would really begin to suffer. Far better for her to change herself her-self than change her situation. Change into someone amusintr srut I intelligent, and above alL affection. ate. Mil Diagnosis "I have a pain in my abdomen," said the recruit to the army doc tor.. .-' "Young man," replied the med ico, "officers have abdomens, ser geants have stomachs, you have bellyache." Don't We All! The story goes that Hitler was Inspecting troops when he asked a soldier, "What would be your last wish if a Russian bomb fell near you?" The soldier replied, "I would wish that my beloved Fuehrer could be at my side." through a lath strip. Unpainted book cases were bought to go at i:ie ends, and the lid of the bedding bed-ding compartment was painted to match the book cases. NOTE Longer and longer grows the list that "money won't buy." But bright ideas for using the things you aireaay nave are not on that list. The one shown here is fmm ROOK 10 of the series of homemak- ing booklets prepared for readers. BOOK 10 also contains movu man uuriy uuici things to make from things on hand and available materials. Booklets are 13 cents each. Address: MRS. RUTH WTETII SPEARS Bedford Hills New York. Drawer 19 Enclose IS cents for Book No, 10. Name. NO ASPIRIN can do more for you, so why pay more?-Vvorid'siajKcStaeuerat more?-Vvorid'siajKcStaeuerat iOp. 30 tablets 2'Jf, 100 for only 35c. Get St Joseph Aspirin. Assam Road The Assam road is China's new lifeline. Since the Burma road haa been cut, China has been feverishly feverish-ly building this new road to Chungking. Chung-king. It is a stupendous Job which crosses a half-dozen rivers and traverses 20,000-foot mountains. wmm Kellogg's Corn Flakes are restored to whole grain nutritive value of Thiamin (Vitamin Bi), Niacin and Iron, as recommended rec-ommended by the U. S. Official Nutrition Food Rules. NUTRITIVE VALUES OF THIAMIN MTAMINB,) NIACIN AND IRON! ,aw Kellogg's Corn Hakes "V&Ai fruit and milk or Viii VH cream. CORN FLAKES Mtf MUM ttVHflt, W HI tMfl SStSMM Subscribe NOW for U. S. War Bonch When applying protective coatings to iron and steel, all rivets and rough edges should be coated evenly even-ly and completely. A sensible practice prac-tice is to brush the paint to the direction di-rection of the rivets and rough edges, rather than away from them te insure filling all cracks or small holes in the metal. Prior to paint. ". fi metal should be thoroughly cleaned to make sure that It is free from dirt an? grease, salt or other chemical deposits. Freezing; Berries If you own a home freezer or rent locker space, freeze strawberries strawber-ries for winter's use. After the berries ber-ries are hulled and washed, they may be packed whole or chopped. Chopped fruit usually retains a better bet-ter flavor than the whole berries. Use four- pounds of fruit to one pound of sugar. Stir sugar and fruit together until the fruit Is coated with dissolved sugar and fruit Juice. Pack in container made for frozen foods. Suitable Flying Diet Tor passengers and crew alike, foods to be taken before and during flight should be carefully selected in order to obviate dizziness, headache, head-ache, mental sluggishness, airsickness. airsick-ness. Desirable are high-calory diets, di-ets, rich to carbohydrates, since the chief need of the body while aloft The peanut actually belongs to th leguminosae or pea family differing only fa that it possesses the maturing ma-turing fruits or pods beneath the surface of the soil.' Small yellow flowers are born at the joints "where the leaves are attached to the stems. As soon as pollination occurs., ths Sowers fade and the "pegs," as' they are commonly known, elongate and go Into the soil, where the pods containing con-taining the nuts develop. Can't Bribe Probabilities Aristotle said: "In regard to the confirmation of evidence and the law of probabilities, when a man has not witnesses he can say that the decision should be given in accordance ac-cordance with probabilities and that this is the meaning of the oath according ac-cording to the best of one's judgment judg-ment For , . . probabilities cannot can-not be bribed to deceive and neither can tLey be convicted of bearing false witness." Tick Prevalence The highest incidence of tick fever fe-ver In the western area of the United Unit-ed States is from the early spring into the early summer months. In the mountainous regions it is highest high-est during the late spring months, owing to delay to the advent of warm weather. Xa the -eastern areas the disease Is more prevalent in the lata spring and early sun |