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They Tdrivine to U Valera plantation. 1 CIIAPTER XIII L . a nA a lnni sharlv lane Tiicy tux ntu iw o mango trees running to the mill 4ds and got out of the car. Except y Graciela, who stayed where sne tii wit" a a the dirt and heat and dust. "7 . . I J t They crossea me miereu jam mw fti run-down wooden Duuaing. vis long and narrow, with a high- itched roof, me aeaienmg roar or Ichinery made it impossible for f . 1. n.Tnnt IBTJ tlTOI-A CQV. jjjne to near "v ,.. inf to ner. oue iuuuwcu min and uiego uongaro nuuss wc Itfcky dirty floor to tne miacue oi ti room, under the great vats built alinost to the rooftree. Mr. Taussig cine behind them. Gongaro took hi arm. He pointed to the steep STOW SiepS ICaUAlJS Up W LUHTUUL &g the top or tne progressive But-clsion But-clsion of refining units. Anne looked up at it dizzily. j'Do vou mean we have to go up there?" she shouted, trying to make hiji hear her above the din and roir of crushing wheels and rollers. Ee nodded. he dark flower opened inside her in. It was like toe dream. I can't go," she thought des perately. "I can't" She turned to look at Mr. Taussig. H was smiling at her. He knew she was afraid. She could see it in the cold blue eyes, , unsmiling through the concentric circles of his thick lenses. She started toward the stairs. ete could not have said he smelled a rat when all he could siiell was the pleasant odor of fresh bread across the inner court from th Army bakery under the Gen- rji's office. It was a combination of; a lot of things too intangible to ffii his finger on. pen he'd thought the heck with it sod gone back to his work. He got i4 went to the water cooler and came back again half a dozen times, tniable to settle down to anything. Hi got up again, got the file on Miguel Valera and the file on Diego Gongaro and went through them both. He took the Brooklyn saloonkeeper's saloon-keeper's letter out of his desk and read it for the fiftieth time. 'You let somebody like that man iper there come down here and show m the works," he . remembered Aine saying. If she could say that after her pointed Question about Taussig the day she came, it must mean she was on to something. If was, and Gus was right, Taus sig probably knew it. finally it was too much. He reached for the phone. I Get me Senor Alvaro Valera." he said. He hesitated, and added, "Or Sor Miguel Valera if his father isi't there." Se waited impatiently. Tm sorry, Captain Wilcox," the operator said at last "Both Don aro and Senor Mieuel Valera gone to Ponce for th dav. Sor Diego Gongaro has taken some Americans out to the plantation. He "as just left." rete put the phone down. It was perfectly open and above board, 4 the face of It. riniv nn w,r kothered him. It was cockeyed too. I5 it StUCk in his minrf OTViu wdn't Mieuel taken tier nut tr. cntrai himself? got up abruptly and went into Ulonel Fletcher's office, fle looked at his speedometer now. Inf kameters anl he'd be there. ? nadn't any clearer idea now what !" compelling him to risk his car his neck to get out there than i oa Deiore he started. All he wag that some sixth sense he Id that Itftj i , v uau beiaom let rum down as Me5?Iter was operation again, w that get out there he must. m . eroaned suddenly. A small Ine whistled and steamed across Svad fa front of nkn- Behind it, Sung and clanking, came a long of cars loaded with cane. He Jmrned on th j . f?P- The train . 2 ' only knew how long it would J?? there before it moved a foot ffi'olS a,nd stPPel "gain while they !i .n 5, Up ahead- was time industry that still used oxen? iBo!et brake out nd backed we path at the edge of the got out u i.j -t L track. It was the short- e the traM, t i 10 the mill anvwav. If the I ""i crpo, i . . . - culd "JUUent ne was crazy a VrbabIy merely confirm an &ieri ty lready had about North edK- auuanders. He quick- feck T He could see shiny .:rllousine in the millyard. a Tr her head bent for .a little. It wasn't Anno Th thing that passed for a head 111 J dJi Was tte 81 who'd been at Bill ?k With TW 11 CARIRRFAM W liKEMDA CONRAD J he ound of the machinery in-side in-side the mill drowned out the noise of the Jolting cane cars. Pete no-ticed no-ticed that the pleasant overtone of molasses a little distance from the mill was not so pleasant close to it. "e passed the crane lifting bundles of cane into the hopper. Two peons standing there taking a sample stalk from each car, ticketing it to be test-ed test-ed for sugar content, glanced at him curiously and went on with their work. Pete ran inside. The shed was hot and dirty, and full of violent unseen motion and deafening noise. Men tending the grinding machines turned their heads to look at him, looked silently at each other and went back to their work. He went on, faster, across the cement floor toward the center of the long build-ing. build-ing. Anne was nowhere in sight A man was coming in from the laboratory with a test tube of dark liquid in his hand. He glanced around at Pete, startled at seeing a uniformed Army officer on the floor, and waited with a questioning worried wor-ried expression on his face. Pete stopped. "Senor Diego Gongaro Gon-garo y los Americanos. Donde?" he demanded. For a momerft the man looked blank. Then his face broke into a smile. He nodded, looked up and raised his free hand. "Up there," he said in English. Pete, looked up. Anne's slim white figure was outlined above the immense im-mense oozing tanks fifty feet above .11 " lilt wvv. Hit . ' "" H'tWlUi 'T She was clinging to the hand rail him. It looked a hundred just then, and the walk she was on the breadth of a tightrope. A single iron hand rail was all that protected her from the long drop to the cement floor on his side, and God only knew what on the other. Diego Gongaro was in front of her, Mr. Richard Taussig a yard behind her. She was clinging to the hand rail, leaning forward a little, lit-tle, looking down Into some roaring, grinding hell on the other side. Mr. Taussig glanced behind him along the catwalk, and moved a little closer clos-er to her. There was something in his dual movement that split into Pete's consciousness like an electric elec-tric shock. He made a leap forward. for-ward. The stairway was steep as a ladder and sticky with the silt and syrup flung up from the vats, and he cleared it faster than he had ever done anything in his life. Then he could feel the narrow iron walk vibrate vi-brate under his feet Mr. Taussig turned sharply. Something Some-thing happened to his face. For a second there was something unspeakably un-speakably terrible in it It was gone instantly. The white smiling mask that took its place was inscrutably enigmatic. He stepped back a lit-tie lit-tie Anne hadn't turned. She was staring down into the grinders, watching the cane come up and go down, caught between the great roll-ers roll-ers There was a look on her face that Pete had never seen there before, be-fore, and that he wouldn't have known if he hadn't known .every mood and movement of it far better than he knew his own. She was scared, petrified with fear. Her hand clinging to the guard rail was white the knuckles small shiny beads of iVpete WUcox wriggled past Mr. Taussig on the two-foot walk and Sped her arm. He felt her body five and sway a little and saw her eyes close. you poor little devil." he thought, with a sharp acrid tightening at the hack of his tongue. b Diego Gongaro. absorbed lin something some-thing the foreman was trying to shout at him. turned around. He eave an abrupt start -Hope you don't mind if I come along." Pete shouted. -Delighted!" Diego Gongaro shout-edSX shout-edSX There wa, something moe than delight fa his face. Pete saw him "take out his mop the perspiration 5 hu face. The expression of relief on it was uiuxusiaKabie. "I'm glad come," he shouted. you ve Anne got into Pete's car and sat Perfectly still, her eyes closed for a moment before she reached down and shook the dust out of first ona shoe and then the other. They had walked down from the mill yard, leaving the others back there talk-ing talk-ing to the foreman. "You mean you told them a story about having to get me back right away to see the General?" she asked when Pete got in beside her. "It was aU I could think of, just off-hand. I thought some explanation explana-tion was needed ... for leaving this down here on the wrong side of the tracks, and barging in and dragging drag-ging you off. I don't think it was convincing, frankly." He was thinking of the single glance that passed between Taussig and Diego Gongaro as they came out of the refinery, and he was still try-ing try-ing to fit the whole thing together. It didn't make sense, actually. It couldn't possibly be what he'd thought as he dashed up those steps. He looked at Anne sitting in a little lit-tle heap beside him. She was absolutely abso-lutely all in. She took off her hat and tried to smile. "I don't know why I was so scared," she said apologetically. "I suppose it was the roar and the heat, and being up so high on that catwalk ... not being a cat myself." my-self." She took a deep breath and got her lipstick out of her bag. "1 really don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come. I think I'd have fallen. I kept knowing I was going to. It was horrible, really." Pete reached down and squeezed her hand tightly for a moment tiot saying anything. "In fact Pete, I don't know what I'd ever do without you anyway," she said. She smiled wanly. "Every "Ev-ery time I get myself in a mess" Her voice trailed off. "Why don't you marry me, Annie," An-nie," he said when she didn't go on. "Or have I said that too many times? Just for a bodyguard. I'd live out in the dog house, and you could just send me a bone once in a while." Anne shook her head. "I can't, Pete. I don't know why, exactly. Sometimes I wish I could, but . . . Oh, I don't know what's the matter with me. I'm such a mess. When I'm with you I don't want to be with anybody else. When I'm in a jam it's always you . . ." She stopped again. "Why don't you tell me all about it, old girl? What's up?" He wanted to ask her about Taussig, Taus-sig, but not just then. "We were good friends before I fell in love with you," he went on. "I'd like to stay that way. Why don't you just get it all off your chest. Is it Valera? You know I'd rather you'd be perfectly honest about it Even if It hurts a little." "He's not in love with me, if that's what you mean," Anne said slowly. He glanced at her sideways. She apparently believed it "I don't know what happened to me. It's just so different" "Maybe that's it Annie," Pete said. "I don't mean that Or maybe I do and don't know it Anyway, I'll get over it I guess, when I get back home." "You'll let me know, won't you? Just so you don't do anything crazy, like marrying the guy. That'a all I'm really afraid of." "Why?" , "The old ego in the first place." He grinned sardonically. "It wouldn't work in the second." . "Why not?" He slowed down and looked at her. "No stuff, Anne," he said. "You wouldn't marry" "I think I would ... if he asked me. Which he hasn't and isn't likely like-ly to. I don't see why not" "I do," Pete said curtly. "A hell of a lot of reasons why not It works all right the other way around. The gals get a break when they get an American husband. But not vice versa. The whole setup is different Their customs " "I know," Anne said calmly. "Language, customs, tradition, tastes. I've heard that before. From both Miguel and his father. And I think it's a lot of rot personally." "Then you're stupider than you look, beautiful," Pete said. "I suppose sup-pose you're going to tell me Love Conquers AH, next You've been to too many movies, sweetie." "Well, maybe it does. Maybe you're just too cynical and sophisticated-" '.,., Stop being a starry-eyed fooL" Pete said shortly. "I know love conquers con-quers a hell of a lot or you'd be out of this car with your neck wrung. I'm serious about this, Anne. You're not going to ruin your whole life just because you've got an overdose of sympathetic glamour." Tve told you the point has never come up. angel.". Anne retorted warmly- "Miguel hasn't even remotely re-motely suggested that the idea's ever occurred to him. But if we're having-shall we say an academic? .discussion, I don't why shouldn't work out very weO. (to BE CONTDfCBO Kathleen Norris Says: Can You Bell Syndicate The four of them lived with great gaiety By KATHLEEN NORRIS CAN you write your soldier sol-dier or sailor or marine ma-rine or airman that life is going to be wonderful for him when he comes home? Can you truthfully tell him that all is serene at home, all small frictions smoothed out, everything going well, and everyone waiting for the glorious glo-rious news of the peace that will bring him back? Are you making definite postwar plans for him, so that if he has always dreamed of being an engineer, or an airman, or a doctor, the means and the way will be ready for him? Are you watching national legislation closely, so that you can write your congressman urging the passage of this bill or asking the suppression of that? . Are you out of debt, and putting bonds safely into that little deposit box at the bank, so that when he comes home he will have a little nestegg that will enable him to take a breathing spell when he is honorably honor-ably discharged from the service? A nestegg that will spare him the bitter humiliation of job hunting among the luckier fellows who had flat feet or bad eyes, and so could stay safe at home and progress in their jobs from promotion to promotion, pro-motion, while he was saving the civilization of the world? Do you write him all your petty troubles? That everyone has flu, that Papa is worried about the doctor's doc-tor's bill, that his wife, pretty little Betsy who cried so hard when he went away, seems to be having a pretty good time with the boys from camp; that you have to move and 4iere isn't anywhere to go; that everyone ev-eryone hopes that this senseless war soon will be over, it won't accomplish accom-plish anything anyway, and that his old chum Tom has been made one of the bank's vice presidents, imagine imag-ine that at 31! Women actually do write tetters like that More than one heartsick, homesick, mosquito-bitten, swamp-soaked swamp-soaked boy has sent such letters to me with comments that ask, sometimes some-times in extremely violent terms, "what the heck?" Any woman who writes such letters let-ters belongs to the Fifth Column. What those boys ought to hear is that we are proud of them down to the last fiber of our minds, souls, and bodies; that cruel and aggressive aggres-sive nations must learn that they may neither torture their own peoples peo-ples nor swarm like pirates over the borders of peaceable countries, and that they our boys, are teaching them that lesson, swiftly, decisively, and God willing! for all time. That we know God IS willing, and that we believe it wiD be for all time, and that when the boya come back they shall have a hand in deciding de-ciding Just how it shall be done. That nothing that we have to face at home, in the way of taxes, privations, pri-vations, shortages, food stamps, shoe stamps, is anything more than a joke compared to what they are sacrificing and risking. Or better yet a challenge, a chance to show our lighting men that in our way we Pack m smile in your letter $1 Do It? WNU feature!. and courage and infinite adventures. ENCLOSE A SMILE! All of us know the impor' tance of mail to our men on the fighting fronts. All of us know that despite whatever little sacrifices we make at home that he is making the greatest. While he is thousands thou-sands of miles away that soldier, sol-dier, sailor or marine of ours his desire for news of what takes place at home is a keen one. When he doesn't receive his quota of letters naturally he's apt to feel letdown. It's up to all of us to provide our servicemen with the neivs of what we are doing to safeguard safe-guard his interests at home while he is protecting ours. When we write let's not mention men-tion our petty troubles. That everyone has the flu; that Papa is worried about bills; or that the wife who cried when he left seems to be having a pretty good time since he's gone. Let's make the mail cheerful. Let him know that we're doing our utmost to see that things will be pretty smooth sailing when he returns. Enclose a smile; pack a lot of laughs in letters to him. You can do it! are eager to go as far as they are going. So if you are dragging along in the usual way, letting bills accumulate, accumu-late, grumbling about inconveniences, inconven-iences, not too scrupulous about a little black-marketing here and there, living up to the last cent of your income and generally a little more, then pull yourself up right now with a jerk. Whatever your income is, did it ever occur to you that you could live on exactly half of it if you had to? This is the simple truth. Millions Mil-lions of families are living on hall your income, and living respectably, too. There is a widow in my town who found herself left 13 years ago, with three children to care for on $60 a month. She never took one penny of help. She rented a one-room one-room cottage for $11 a month, anc the four of them lived: oh, not easily, eas-ily, not luxuriously, but with great gaiety and courage. Today she runs a small restaurant for a good salary. Two girls are married, one has a job with the telephone company; the son is dowt in southern seas with the fleet When he comes home a present from his mother and sisters is going go-ing to be a small but profitable newspaper news-paper and magazine business. The old man from -whom they bought it will run it until he gets back. Then Chuck can either carry it on or seE it anyway, it's a temporary solution solu-tion of that bitter problem that cos our men such humiliation after th last war. There were men in uniform ask ing you huskily for money for a cue of coffee, after the last war. It England, all over Europe yes, ana here, too. Some of them wore decorations; deco-rations; some were crippled. Is youi boy, after this war, going to be on of them? Blankets Shrink Blankets shrink some in launder ing. If they are constantly jerked ir pulling them up around the neck the undue strain hastens the wearing wear-ing out of the blanket Blankets or the market today range from 78 tc 90 inches long. The 76-inch lengtl is too short for satisfaction except on children's beds. The 84-inct length is long enough for ordinary use. But if the mattress is verj thick or the sleeper very tall. th 90-inch length is needed for comfi.i and long wear. PTTENS SEWDNG An Apron-Dress A GLORIFIED apron -dress which laps over in the front end is tied in back by means of the narrow belt. You can make it in an afternoon. Try it in pink candy-stripe material! Pattern No. 8581 is in sizes SO, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 and 62. Size 38 require! 37,k yards 39-lnch material. 3 yards blai trim. Hear 'em 1 1 ' ft s& -a V f7 n u 1 "The Grains are Crest rsods"-rflCti4 Kellogg'a Rice Krispies equal the whole ripe grain in nearly all the protective food elements declared Q essential to human nutrition. SEEEEDDS MAXFIELD FEED & SEED CO. 174 West Broadway Salt Lake City, Utah Preserve the American Way of Life By Buying United States War Bonds HINT rOt HOMI BAKERS N Hotand Snovvy-Here's a Grand Passert NOW 1IICUIT , cup. sifted flour m WU- flour. sugaJ uT Turn out on floured tea f 6ut with flou4 Wacult wo eKott out inch MM cutter, riace on ' Tf Kaia JV4 V ST" - i lor mar Itm ctrf Flanrhmann't oewly r- viMd Tb Bnmi Baik." Den ml mmrf nape far bra4. nil, mun.Minm Standard Brand. Orand Central Cen-tral Annex, Bos 477, Hew Yark IJ. U. Y. - I ii "ii U pan COKCLE Dressed Up. A LL dressed up in a three-piece ensemble, the youngster of one to six years will be as pretty as a picture in this set. The bolero-type bolero-type dress, matching bonnet and panties are perfect for spring wear! Pattern No. 8584 Is In tires 1. S. 3. 4, I and 6 years. Size 2 ensemble requires yards 39-lnch material. Due to an unusually large demand anl current war conditions, illghtly more tlm Is required In filling orders for a few ot the most popular pattern numbers. Send your order to: SEWING CISri.E PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Street San Francisco Calif. Enclose 20 cents In coins for each pattern desired. Pattern No Size Name Address Crackle.. ,zac3 til UT I' In hot even at s- r. n em y n FLEISCHMANN'S RECIPE BOOK , NEWLY. REVISED FOR WARTIME! o4 uiitt ee a ptssy Teaa er Ciij Catr Til I mg. |