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Show THE LEIII SUN, LEIII, UTAH zr. U ff 2) ,rfiiT SO FAR: Anne Heywood, lE fhter of a wealthy New ""Taper publisher, goes to Puer. 'spaP. Xnment lor her father'! itchJ " . .h. island are Pete Wil- AlSO OB 1 tuv her father's paper. rtP: intPlllcence officer; n 8. Ar"J " . . ' a Puerto Rlcan educated ! shtg l,;itd States who U a secret u. . ,,iniiru ,-..i n engineer 7.1 ., a German agent Anne "hen Mr. Taussig offers HP"""' - .... -.iimp. In Puerto or th 1 c'un "" " n1n. tta nr ins ,... - 1 , W. nne 6M ' hlm t0 i" ' . v.. tnrtr anil and villa. sue si u" """'i "red mieUlgence gets Its man. lted her Judgment. She baa ?e ihi CHAPTER XIX sat at a desk in what seemed ... . combination study and e filled with cabinets and dark York ' 266. furniture. She wauea a m- jrcathlessiy ior uu v.. eyes were kindly, wise bu in ly understanding. m eoing to talk very frankly perhaps very cruelly to you, my he said slowly. "Because I i'you are very intelligent and sighted, l cannot Epea iu because he is deeply in love not clear-sighted. Women are m men romanticists." suppose that's true, reauy, said. don't want you to marry my Anne. Or him to marry you. e bim very deeply, and I have id bo: area: "g pi ;ty warm ana genuine iccniie tcu That's why I'm speaKing . . . x : .1 JtM. I uOn l warn eiuici u juu e unhappy. I am saying to you I believe your father would i he were here." i looked at him silently. The that she wasn't acceptable as Hf.J tions. re tiir.i few i. aghter-ta-law came as a shock, lite of everything she knew. mere are many reasons. Before ;t you and talked to you, if my dad told me he was going to :7 an American girl I would e forbidden it with all the au ra I have. Knowing you has e it difficult, because I have 4 a long time and known many ren, and I know I would have a in love with you had I been neL I should even like to have i for a daughter, if it could alts al-ts be as it is this moment. I say : very sincerely, Anne." le came over to her and put his :ij gently on her shoulders, -ook at me, Anne." he looked up, her eyes wide and iling with tears. We: v.tt :cee: n co: :actE ich ii 'You're very beautiful," he said. 3 tr: re were tears fa his eyes, too. don't want to see your wings ped and your spirit dulled. We 'dn't mean to do it You wouldn't an to hurt us. It's circumstance, back to your own people and your pour. I life. This is not It You could I understand our needs and our pa. We could not understand rs. None of us would be happy. Eat want you to answer me now. ant you to think about it If you w-it to stay, we will love you, and as kindto you as we can. God ps you. my child." Bane clung to Miguel holding her jt'ly in his arms, kissing her tear-pned tear-pned face. piey were in his car on the beach Ms the bay at Palo Secco. The fU of El Morro dipped, wavering ons on the dark surface of the iter. You do love me. Anne, don't he whispered. "Oh, terribly. Mieuel ..." "I know it will be hard for toil in If, of ways," he said gently. e looked at him auicklv then. "lust have realized what was go on in her mind all the time . . . P tt he did, it meant that it must Wing on in hia ton Miguel! You . . . you're afraid aren't von?" p voice was hardly more than a per. e didn't answer for a moment f3 he said, "I am. a little. Anne. f not because I wouldn't always i you. It's hpranco tnn'w vnii. J WW. l wouldn't want anything to ?en to you. You're so lovely I wouldn't want you to be dif- I Wouldn't man r,i tr. Via 1 M . U.Ik VU M . . . una aomesucatea r" afraid. I wouldn't want my family to absorb you. sake you". And they'd try, wouldn't sat motionlps for n uhila f he nodded slowly. Td rebel ... and we'd L We'd all be unhappy." Anne gently. vy'' W was a aesperate e Put her hand up and brushed Vemblinff fincror. hi. don't r1c- j um v. Pered. ff 1 00 fte Prch the Gra- Her Karar. U J . rv. - -a uaa gone vu uie r h&L 811(1 she was waiting, her Miguel to come and take i a, hip 11 had been harder she'd thought She could C hlm k UnSFrtiiihr "-csara ana unnappy, l!"1 .fading voice... wey'd both decided his Jf as right J of l- Was tte last desperate , heart "I love you so. CARIBBEAN I V I All 1 She shook her head. "It wouldn't be enough, for either of us, Miguel." And now she was going home. She'd written notes to everybody, even Pete, because she didn't want any one to see her, and see she was unhappy. The Santa Isabella steamed slowly slow-ly through the blinding snow. The dumpy gray-green figure of the Statue Stat-ue of Liberty loomed mistily ahead. Anne Heywood pulled her beaver coat closer around her and leaned against the rail, the icy flakes of snow sharp against her cheeks. She was coming home. In a few moments she'd be in New York again. Her father and mother would be at the dock to meet her. She took a deep breath and wiped the snow off her long dark lashes. It was wonderful! It was wonderful to be cold again, and smell the smoke, and hear the low bellow of fog horns and the sharp high toot of the tugboats going busily back and forth. How she'd ever thought for a minute she could leave it, she didn't "I couldn't live without you,' whispered. be know. The first sharp stinging rain chilling her bones had done something some-thing extraordinary to her. Everything Every-thing had fallen into place with a flash of breath-taking clarity. She looked back, a little pain still moving mov-ing in her heart, her head perfectly clear again.) Don Alvaro was right She'd have been a mess. She'd either have gone militantly feminist, like the women of her mother's day who picketed the White House, and chucked her weight about objecting to customs and manners that didn't to her, make sense, or she'd have given in. But she wouldn't have done that. But it was funny how quickly the cold wintry fog had dissolved it all, like an orchid when the frost touches it. Though not really. Don Alvaro was right aout that too. It had got mixed into her, some way, softening and warming something that had been too brittle and cold before. Her spirit was richer than it Dude Woman 2r f , had been she knew better now what I life was about. And there wasn't any pain now. She laughed sudden- j ly. It was marvelous to be alive . and to be home again. "I'd better write to Pete, I guess," she thought irrelevantly. The ship nosed into the dock. The sailors let down the ropes and slipped the gangplank Into place. Anne ran across to the long ramp, looking for her father and mother in the crowd of people waving and laughing. Suddenly she saw them. "Angels!" she cried. "Oh gosh, it's swell to see you!" Her mother's mink coat was cool and sweet against her face, and her father's chin was rough and slightly stubbly, as it always was by the end of the day. "It's so wonderful to see you!" Her father blew his nose violently. violent-ly. "There's a friend of yours around here somewhere," he said. "There he is." For a moment Anne stood there, perfectly still "Pete!" "Hello, Annie," Captain Peter Wilcox Wil-cox said. "What on earth are you doing here?" He grinned. "I've been transferred to Washington. Wash-ington. I wasn't good enough for the front-line trenches." He looked at Irer intently for a moment. mo-ment. Then he grinned again, took her arm and elbowed her through the crowd to the car waiting for them in the wintry street Outside Anne's home the snow swirled through the naked branches of the trees and pelted icily against the window panes. Anne stood watching it for a moment Then she drew the heavy damask curtains cur-tains together, holding them tightly an instant before she turned and came blindly over to the sofa in front of the blazing log fire. Pete stood there watching her, the long ash of his cigarette growing unnoticed un-noticed between his fingers. Her father fa-ther and mother had gone upstairs. Anne stood staring down at the leaping, leap-ing, crackling flames. Suddenly Pete jerked his cigarette into the fire and took a quick stride toward her. He stood for a moment looking down at the bright bent golden head. Then he raised his hands and gripped her arms. "Anne," he said. "Look at me, Anne." She shook her head. Everything inside her had dissolved into a liquid agonizing fire at the strong sure touch of his hands, and the new determined de-termined iron in his voice. "I can't, Pete I can't" she whispered. whis-pered. He drew her to him and held her hard and tight against him, his lips hot against her hair. Then he raised her head and kissed her lips. She clung to him desperately. "Oh, Petel What a fool I was! Don't let me go . . . ever, ever!" The tears sprang clear from her long curling lashes and poured down her cheeks. He held her close in his arms, kissing them away. "You're mine, Anne . . . you've always been mine. I couldn't live without you," he whispered. "My sweet my sweet" She moved away a little, still holding hold-ing tightly to his arms, and looked around her slowly. Then she looked back at him. "Don Alvaro was right" she said softly. "This is where I belong." He took her in his arms again. "This is where you belong, Annie, And don't ever forget it" THE END By PETER B. KYNE Mary Sutherland was lured to Arizona by the glowing advertisements of the Wagon Wheel Ranch. She remained to prove she was no pampered "dude" but the rightful heir to her grandfather's fighting spirit It was Hamilton Henley's disapproval of the Eastern girl as a possible daughter-in-law that start- ed Mary on her impromptu career as owner of a bankrupt bank-rupt ranch, self-appointed 6herifTs assistant, and general gen-eral nuisance to rustlers. Read this Peter B. Kyne thriller. SERIALLY IN THIS PAPER Generally Speaking By NADINE IIARKINS McClure Syndicate WNU Features. GENERALLY speaking, this Is i daffy war. I mean like Jo O'Brien, for instance. Back in th States he always groused about th British and poked fun at the lac curtains in Buckingham Palace am the changing of the guard and s forth. Then he joins up and when does the Army send him but straigh across the big drink smack into th heart of London. And in nothing flat Joe's a one man Chamber of Commerce for thi Island, a booster-for-Britain de luxe He gets to attend Queen Mary on i personal tour and winds up think ing he's the Prince Consort. Nov Joe writes he's marrying the sweet est girl in the world, a little Eng lish schoolteacher. I suppose whei these shooting galleries empty ant we all go home Joe'll be wearinj a monocle and calling his pals olt boys, old sock, old top. Yeah, daffy war. Take me, for in stance. Generally speaking, I'm n dope. I mean a guy's gotta have t little gray matter to get to be i corporal, don't he? So maybe I don' warm up to Attu like Joe does tt England. I still don't make no bonei about it much, even if it ain't n hot-air furnace. I just want to be i good soldier, wash out these Nippiei and get home to Barbara. I am thinking of Barbara tha night in the ice-cold foxhole with th stars big as kites and the night s still. She sure is a sweet kid ant the best jitterbug in the gang. Gen erally speaking, I'm not the com plaining type, but we've beei crouched here too long to suit me trying to outsmart a Jap trap oi the side of the snowy slope belov us. Thinking of Barbara sort a warms me up, and when I ge warmed up, I get mad. I mean '. keep thinking about Barbara and tht gang and the good times we hac down at the roller-skating rink oi the dance palace or Jake's Spi with the juke box moaning a , ho Was there ever such a toboggai ride? Jive, and I think how a fellow woulc want a peach like Barbsie and maybe she'll get tired of waiting foi me, so I yank out her snapshot the one in the bathing suit, and 1' sort of reassures me. But I kind of shiver for Barbsie and ge' madder still, because we can't roui out those yellow babies down below us. They're holding up the wholt works. I grunt, disgusted. "Fine war," 1 gripe, "when we can't shoot out i nest of yellow baboons. I'm gettinf sick of this place, anyway; don': like the air conditioning. I'd mucl prefer being a general. Makes mt burn to think of General Farwel over at the base. Why, they saj that bird has a, superspecial trailei to live in, and he doesn't have w park in no slimy foxhole, neither rhat trailer is bombproof and hai running water." "What Simpsie?" quips the kid next to me again. "No neon lights?'' The fellows all laugh, especiaUj this auiet euy in the corner wb roars fit to kill. But I'm still bum ing, so I think of Barbsie again and how we used to go sledding witt the gang down hills just like thi! nno and the idea hits me smack ir the cranium. "Come on, wise guy," I yell t( mv huddv. all excited-like. "Teai iown that canvas shelter half." The little auiet guy comes ovei then. "What are you men planning?" "Get back to barracks," I fling at him. spreading the canvas or the snow and sitting on it The little guy starts to sputter but roy buddy patches on auick and gives me I eood swift push. Thanks. Barbsie, hold on tight, here we go to glory or the grave! Was there ever such a toboggar ride with the feel of the hand grenade hard and sure, my hearl noundine against my ribs and mj mind clicking like a time bomb? Merrily down the slope I travel uerv fast and very close to the Japs' holes. Going by, I toss the grenadt tor a perfect basket right in the monkeys' startled faces. Yeah, daffy war. Because nexl Jay I have a date in that air-conditioned trailer over at the base Seems the quiet guy in the cornei was Major General Farweli and hi wanted to do a little coasting himself him-self that night He's a swell egg and my promotion is first-rate anc ie shiny medal a little bit of O.K., too. Barbsie will like that and, gen ;rally speaking, I never thought I'c rind up speaking to the general! PITTEQNS. SEW IN 6 CIRCLE JC3 8646 32-46 For Afternoons A BEAUTIFULLY gored and fitted frock with trim, narrow belt and flattering waist with simple sim-ple V-neck to be made up in nice fabrics. 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