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Show 4 rs TI1E LE1" SUN' " UTAH m Kpfe VHHT VLi w.N.y. service V?y,P ) UK I THUS FAR! no Croy !'!:.. born. Sunday Mr . eompany for dinner and CWi tended the "!llln':,.: -h. Homer had hi. finished nt to New here ne ir - J Pre.-. v? , f hit home t Phebe, wno nu -- isner sine- ' ""' NeW yors -- - - Boon. P' .cr - toysltlt. were ii boo. CHAPTER XX P., ..iora -were eolnfJ. He is a sk." .- tbe would get in the buggy I the procession. When there fcJLR. funeral, he would put fold blue uniform and stand grave; then he would come ind hang the uniform in .the next time. Le no more at all. Phebe's falways ended. "Your father I come home whenever you evitable happened. One day telegram. "Your father is Phebe." came to meet me at the was no one to swing , But when I got out of the fphph was at the door to ie looking old and worn, her t framed in the gold glasses. Seen asking all morning when It here." I'd gentleman was in the om. In the house south 01 jer tower; in the walnut bed brought in from the farm. kied, misshapen hands were mtside of the covers. He hand out to me and said ,t voice, "I'm glad to see . I guess you got in on foot of the bed, next to the (eD, was the old tin, camel- tik I had taken to the uni- It was now covered with a banket, and I sat down on ce was drawn, but his eyes blue as ever. The same mutual linderstanding we (ays when we got together, 8 separated, leaped up. I questions were about me. your wife, Homer?" "What bather have you been hav- East?" not long before he began bout the farm. "Homer, t a good farm there." The iv tnnrheH mo Wo Tiro a ra. lis hold on the farm. "Some laughed at me when I got it 'Jiere wasn't any timber on I worked out pretty well!" in his eyes there, for now he test farm in the neighbor-I'Your neighbor-I'Your mother was always p of you." He was not one ompliments himself, and I that he was also savins simself. of events of years aeo had ust happened. Once fussed drummer for a nur- come to our house, driving 'Wing livery team, and t to drive around with him tfuce him to the farmers. i he would pay my father fs a day a fortune. And rather spoke of it. h I didn't take it." !o rest and I crept out of a while. When I looked fclue eyes were still f you'd pare my finger- M realized something that Pe- He had never been a how open marks of affec- Putting his arm around we seen so many fathers children. Rut n ? i I1WTT a Ai-I P , sn- I had sense enough P paring of the nails last P 1 eould. it"? G- A- R- suit hangin' I 1 ve always been proud MCl.Sed: after a whae iv ,rD you remember ""ought the buffalo robe T,as for your mother?" ,A choked with feeling. :'edodo something for me, ome final fatherly touch. I have a good feather s we're not usin How "Ke to have it?" :f as gentiy as T could Jrbeds 6W YWk did DOt !se he said with a long before he was t I(!a- "It's an free V been my ambition w y that way 1 rn doino tw. O and ever j,3aeeonit They eat like !eiwenfrhen,iinust So ran, k 13 sx honv L moment h'rrf gnarled hand, ist tt?0Urself' Homer." It f 1 "ung he ever said to xMf6? back about III d toe hai I ta my thoughts I built a home In Forest Hills Long Island, New York ("The Lit' ho lt 8nd Wrote two re c 17 TZ'-! Wrte aU sorts stuff, Tht. J JUSt Bb0Ut what ' w There was my old trouble of nev- er being able to tell whether what I w w.uuig was good, or not. It all seemed good when the words were flowing; pretty bad when the words were stiff and cold. But I kept grinding away and managed to make a living. We had more ambitious plans than burnin a mortgage, and soon we were about them. Yes. actually on the way to Europe. One of the persons on the ship was Walter Lipp. rnann. I wrote him a note I would like to meet him. and soon I was buying him a drink. How sweet it was to consort with the famous, el-bow el-bow to elbow, no looking up and no looking down. And it was not long before we were in Paris. Wonderful . Paris! That was the way I had always seen It described and that was the way it was always mentioned by returning re-turning friends. But I had to see It through my own eyes. It was disappointing. dis-appointing. It was odd and strange and it was interesting, but certainly not wonderful. Nothing seemed to be logical, and to me the people seemed to be slightly on the de- mented side. I looked at the French through wndi were, i supposed, cornfield eyes, but I was making up my mind as to what I saw and felt. They seemed aloof and artificial, some- Ok i 3H IMff ft llUP The crooked narrow streets, the yard-wide sidewalks. times on the verge of chijdishness. Now that I look back, this may have been because I met only the French who came in contact with the public. I did not get into a home where I could meet "the real French," as my wiser and more experienced friends called them; and I could not parley their language. lan-guage. So I had to judge by what I saw. And that was what I have done all my life. I realize much of it has been wrong, but still it was my own point of view. We went to the Riviera and took rooms at the Grand Hotel in Sainte Maxime and I went to work on an idea for the novel that was to follow fol-low "West of the Water Tower." The guidebook said Sainte Maxime was one of the lovely spots on the Mediterranean, and the two or three Americans we met said it was de-lightfuL de-lightfuL To me it was just plain cockeyed. The crooked narrow streets, the yard-wide sidewalks, the nonsensical two-wheeled carts, the mailman carrying his letters in a tin box suspended from his shoulders shoul-ders The people eternally sitting in cafes swigging beer or tiny drinks. Such a place was interesting to see, like a pumpkin show, but certainly not the place where I wanted to live. Or the kind of life I wanted to live. Dale Carnegie, who was born on a faren a few miles from where I was. came to see me. He had seen much more of Europe than I had; in fact, had lived there. But when we got down to cases, he felt about it much as 1 did. I suppose you can t ever get a farm out of a person. For teat matter, I don't know that I want to. The part I liked best was to see how the French farmed. Of course I couldn't talk to them, but I walked across their land and watched them working. I must have watched sympathetically, sym-pathetically, for none chased me off. I was fascinated by their market Hays and. no matter how hard I was supposed to be working. I managed to be there. Taking pigs to market Sbass! Carrying sheepwithme.r nSken8 recaps .e farmers farm-ers had to overcome, and their poor soU and primitive machinery . my respect went up. It was I y farm ing!but. everything considered, they turned in a good job Often I thought how I would like w take one of them to my farm snow mm me long straight stone. rows, three horses abreast winging down a black loam field, a whole hill covered with steers, a feed Jot alive with shoats. How he would bunk. Yet these French farmers knew tricks I didn't If our Missouri Mis-souri farmers had to clop around In wooaen shoes and plow with a four. men moidboard . . . would we have aone any better? T iv xu me spring we went back to Paris. The day after we arrived, as Homer. Junior, was riding his tricycle tri-cycle around the hotel grounds he put his hand on his back and said in ms childish voice that his back hurt cy morning he was worse. We got the doctors at the American Hospital, Hos-pital, and they also brought in the oest professeurs in Paris to help our little boy. How far from home we seemed! But it wasn't really so far, after all, for five Americans came to our hotel to ask if there was anything they could do. But sometimes some-times no one can help. . He died in that lonely Paris hotel But in the next room were three Ameripans we had never seen before be-fore who had come, as they said, "in case we needed them." When our little boy was buried from the American Church, there must have been a dozen Americans there we had never seen before and who came up and offered their sympathy. sym-pathy. A kind-faced man I had never nev-er seen before and have never seeu since, put his arm around my shoul der and said: "The rest of them asked me to say they know how you must feel when this happens so far from home." It made America seem very close When the coffin, covered with ar American flag, was taken through the streets, the Frenchmen liftet their hats. That helped, too. It al helped and yet, at such a time nothing helps, for when the bij crises come we enter them alone But some way or other we do stanc them, we do go on living, we laugt again. After twenty-two months in Eu rope we returned to 10 Standisl Road. (Item: fourteen windowpane: in our little house were broken.) I had been a lovely fling, but all of oui money was gone. One day a real estate neighboi "dropped" in to see me. (On wha small incidents does the door of lif swing.) I had known him for somt time, and had seen his cars grow bigger and rakier. Now what was 1 going to do? he asked. Well, I wa; going to plug along as best I could Then he asked me about how much 1 expected to make without quite ask ing it. And when I told him withou quite telling him, he looked dis tressed. It was a shame to see e person work so hard and get so lit tie. He began to tell about "deals" he had pulled off. He wasn't the only one doing that; everybody wat making money in real estate. All a person had to do was to get "control" "con-trol" of a piece of property, hang on a while, then sell at a whacking price. My tongue was soon hanging out. He mentioned two or three men who, as he said, were playing the game. I began to think of myself my-self as playing the game. There was a piece of property coming onto the market by forced sale; it was an easy way for somebody some-body to pick up some easy money. I had never picked up any easy money mon-ey in my life and now under his hypnotic hyp-notic powers it seemed about time. If I could raise some money and make a down payment, he could buy that corner lot for me. The way property was jumping, I could sell it in no time at a neat profit. Why, I could make five thousand dollars! "That's nothing in comparison to what some of the boys are making!" he said. When I told him it seemed big to me, he smiled pityingly. I'd just never waded around in real estate. Then he told of another man, who. as he phrased it, had hit the jack pot. He came several times and several sev-eral times I walked across the corner cor-ner lot that was bound to skyrocket He was a bit shocked when I confessed con-fessed how little money I had. Well, writers were simply not businessmen. business-men. Bit by bit it got around to putting a mortgage on our house. I would not put one on the farm. I stood out against that Should we. or should we not? It would be only for a brief time, then we'd clean up (as my friend said), wipe off the mortgage mort-gage and have a neat sum in the bank. The more he talked, the more plainly I could see he was right But there was a catch. I would have to pay $210 a month interest and taxes, a staggering sum. But it would be. he explained, only for a short time. Then there would be that neat sum. After days of swinging between confidence and hesitation, we marched down and put a mortgage on the little house with the lovely rounded doorway, and became the owners of a corner lot There it was. when we walked across it ours! Every inch of it; well, at least every ev-ery other inch. Now I would really have to work. No doubt of that (TO BE CONTINUED) Kathleen Norris Says: It's Time for Us to Grow Up! Ben SyndlcU. WNTJ Fttur. SEIPM6 CIRCLE NEEDLECRAFT Newest in Crocheted Chair Set "you makt yourself more attractivt when you forget that thert ar other attractive women in the world all trying to get Roy away from you." By KATHLEEN NORRIS MRS. A. is fretting herself her-self sick and spoiling her life because her husband admires a young grass-widow in his office. She says she trusts him and that he is a fine man, but you know what these widows are and if Roy should go off the track, with a lovely mother like his, a devoted wife, two splendid boys Mrs. B. is beside herself because life could be so perfect If only Harold's Har-old's mother wasn't with them. She's been with them seven years. She's a perfectly darling old woman, she watches the children and does wonders won-ders in the kitchen, but oh dear, there are times when one would like to have the house to oneself Mrs. C. worries about money. Where does it go to? Why are the C's, with just one child to worry about, always behindhand with bills, always In debt, always unable to do the pleasant wasteful things that other oth-er people seem able to do? Mrs. D. Is sober and silent because be-cause of Cass and Jim; Cass wasting wast-ing his wonderful twenties in the dim, grim Aleutians, Jim now starting start-ing his third trip to the dangerous southern seas. She can't lift up her heart, she can't be gay. Their father, fa-ther, as silent and sad as herself, was gassed In the last great war; it would take a series of miracles to bring sunshine to the D. household house-hold now. Mrs. F. worries about her children; chil-dren; she has two girls and a boy. She worries about their eyes, teeth, table manners, clothes, futures. They are normal, attractive childrento chil-drento everyone but Mother. Mrs. G. but why go on? The list is endless. Everyone of us is beset with anxieties and responsibilities, little and big, and when one vanishes van-ishes another jumps up to take ita place. Unfortunately, some of these, in these sad days, are legitimate troubles. trou-bles. When a beloved son or husband hus-band or brother is away in the service serv-ice our hearts may well be heavy; the only cure for this worry is prayer, and by a divine paradox only prayer will help us to find prayer- o the start on that road Is hard. Put Aside Trifles. But for the rest do let us learn something, as American women in the most fearful crisis the world has ever known. Let us try to develop de-velop character. Let us put aside all the trifles that annoy us, face our problems and solve them, remember re-member that children do grow up; that plain girls and stubborn boys turn into quite attractive grownups, and marry, and start worrying in their turn. Remember that even if Roy goes pretty far with the grass-widow in the office, he'll not be the first and your course Is just to face the humiliating hu-miliating truth and survive it and grow stronger for it Remember that it's good thing for everyone to have Grandpa or Grandma living in the family. It trains everyone In self-control and good manners, to say nothing of the inestimable value of an assistant cook, always-reliable nurse and genera gen-era housekeeper In these servant-less servant-less times. And as for money. WelL I can summon up a good deal of respect for almost any type of woman be she smart or stupid, good or not-so- FACE WINGS BRAVELY There are plenty of worries and problems besetting most of us. Many of them are small and passing, but others are real enough. Some of these we can change by vigorous, courageous cou-rageous action, and some will clear up of themselves if we are only patient. Some are con-cerned con-cerned about their children; others about debts; still others about philandering husbands. Some are annoyed because their mothers-in-law live with them. Miss Norris advises everyone to settle whatever difficulties they can. For the rest of our troubles, there is nothing to do but to face them with as much bravery and resignation as possible. pos-sible. For those who have loved ones in battle zones, there is no solace but prayer. But in the future, as well as the present, warns Miss Norris, Nor-ris, women will need to be strong, able to cope with the many grave issues that the postwar world will bring. Right now is the time to develop de-velop fortitude. "A 9d cf peace and trier , good. EXCEPT the woman who is always behindhand with her bills and short of money. It doesn't matter whether your income is $1,500 a year 'or $5,000 if you are slipshod and unsystematic in your handling of it, if you live in a constant state of neglected bills and money shortage, short-age, you are destroying every chance you have for happiness in the new postwar world. End Money Worries. It's no excuse to say that you don't exactly know how much money you'll have, fr6m month to month. In that case reduce your outgo to the minimum income, and save whatever is over. Or, if It Is the man of the family who wastes, is extravagant, won't fall in line, then get a job, use your own money, and know where you stand. These are not days of trifles. The Issues that face as are titanic. What a shattered world can do at a peacetable la an inchoate and far away thing; hundreds of voices will be beard at that table, and they may begin quarreling again over the peace Itself. But YOUR household may be a little oasis of peace and order; a place of hospitality, happiness, harmony. har-mony. By making it that you lift just so much of a burden off the great burden of the world. Yet set an example of charity and kindness, when you make an older person an honored member of your family. You relieve your husband of his deepest anxiety when you convince him that you can live happily, without debt You raise better children when you don't worry about them all the time. You make yourself more attractive when you forget that there are other attractive women in the world all trying to get Roy away from you. We're going to need strong, wise women in the postwar world, and children raised in an atmosphere of simplicity, economy, reasonable sacrifice, sac-rifice, affection. We're going to need GOODNESS. The more you can assemble as-semble under your roof the better for us all Furniture Made of Logs The log tradition Is strong in the American heritage with the pioneers pio-neers clearing the land for their farms, great presidents being born in log cabins, the industry of logging one of our most picturesque. So furniture fur-niture made of logs has a symbolic appropriateness for outdoor use or for game rooms indoors. Use fine logs from that old tree that everybody every-body hated to see taken down make a table, benches, stools. A good winter's Job for the man of the house! PVERYONE will want to follow suit when they see your chairs beautified with this lovely pineapple pineap-ple - crochet basket filled with daisies. Silk Patchwork Quilt Colorful and Quaint A N OLD - FASHIONED crazy- patch quilt aglow with color and quaint stitchery makes a decorative deco-rative slumber throw for the sofa in today's living room. It picks SIR up and repeats all the room col ors and the hit-and-miss pattern harmonizes with furnishings old and new. In Victorian days great grand father's cravats were the source of many a rich piece of silk for these quilts. Why not look over the old ties that G.I. Joe left be hind with an eye to the same pur pose? The ends are always good no matter how worn the center part may be. Collecting bits of bright silk, ribbon and embroidery thread will be an exciting hobby and it costs nothing. NOTE BOOK 2 of the series of 32-page booklets offered with these articles gives complete directions lor making crazypatch quilts with dozens of diagrams showing the old-fashioned embroidery stitches used. Copy of BOOK 2 will bs sent postpaid upon receipt of 15 cents with nam and address. 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