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Show ! TIIE LEIII SUN, LEIH. UTAH - Kathleen Norris Says: Homemade Psychology BY TITE STORY THUS FAR! The crew of a imall lalllni vend la tht Caribbean pick op Dick Jordan, adrift on a raft. Be realizes that he Is among men little better than pirates, They come upon a drifting ichooner with only two people aboard, the de mented captain and bis daughter, Roie. Tucu and nil pirates capture the ichoon' r and search fruitlessly for the "treasure." "treas-ure." Then Tucu goes away, because a storm Is brewing. Dick swims to the schooner, arriving Just In time to res-ens res-ens Rose from two of the pirates. Captain Cap-tain Bedford recovers and they sail to an Island. Dick discovers that Toco and his crew are on the other side. They are battling a group of whits men. CHAPTER X ; The Caribs were checked again by a volley of stones, and withdrew after that to a safe distance, while Burley and Tucu held a consulta tion. Dick struggled to his feet, a little bewildered and uncertain what course' to pursue. There were six white men, now that Pettigrew had been killed, and a dozen Caribs attacking at-tacking them, an even disposition of forces, perhaps if they had been equally equipped for battle for one white man could ordinarily handle two Caribs but armed with pistols that their enemies lacked the black men had the advantage. They could pick off their enemies leisurely without with-out running any risk from flying atones, and in the end conquer through their superior weapons. "Captain Bedford may have pistols pis-tols or rifles that Tucu overlooked," Dick reasoned. "With two or three we could rout the Caribs." Animated by this thought, he turned and began scrambling down the rocks, scarring his hands and knees and nearly losing his balance once or twice through careless haste. Rose saw him coming, and waved to him; Dick gave no heed to her until he stood on the deck, hot, flushed, and panting: "Captain Tucu's gang's on the other side of the island!" he announced an-nounced abruptly. Rose recoiled and turned deathly white, but Captain Bedford'g face j set In hard lines without a trace of fear in it. "Then we must get ready fur them," he said grimly. "Did they see ye?" "No, but I saw them." The old skipper nodded. "Can ye ahoot?" "Yes, if I had anything to shoot with. Tucu disarmed me, and took every weapon off the schooner." "Did he?" The skipper's face was wreathed In a crafty smile. "I reckon now," he added a moment later, "he overlooked some of 'em." Reinforcements Come From the Schooner Leading the way into the cabin, with Dick and Rose eagerly following, follow-ing, he began prying up a section of the floor. After loosening a few boards he lifted out a small chest hidden underneath, which, when opened, disclosed a treasure more precious to Dick than the gold taken tak-en from the submarine. It consisted consist-ed of half a dozen brand-new pistols of modern pattern, automatics of a deadly type, with ammunition enough to teed them for a considerable consid-erable time. "We could clean 'em up alone, but mebbe it would be better to get down to the sailors, an' let 'em have some sort of tun. Reckon they'd enjoy it," grinned the captain. cap-tain. "Yes," nodded Dick, "we must have nearly enough guns for all We must hurry." They started up the companion, but when they climbed over the side of the schooner to get ashore Rose suddenly protested. "Aren't you going to help me ashore. Dick?" "No," he replied gravely, "you must stay on the Betty. We'll come back to you." She sniffed and tossed her head to the air. "If Father's going I'm going too," she answered. Dick started to protest further, but Captain Bedford nudged him. "No use arguin'," he whispered. "I've spoilt her. She always has her way." With a smile she acknowledged this doubtful compliment, and climbed down to the mass of wreckage. wreck-age. When they reached the summit of the cliff, the situation below was not changed. The Caribs were still at a safe distance, shooting occasionally occa-sionally at the breastwork behind which the white men were crouched. Their bullets went wide of the mark, which induced Captain Bedford Bed-ford to remark, "Ye can't never teach a Carib to shoot straight 'Tain't born in 'em. Reckon we'll how 'em how to do it." Dick had been scanning the rocks below with a careful estimate of the danger ahead. The shipwrecked men had reached the upper part of the beach, and it was possible to get within a hundred feet of them without exposing their bodies by following fol-lowing closely a ridge of outcropping outcrop-ping boulders. When he Indicated this to Captain Bedford, the old skipper nodded, and waited for him to lead. Once more Dick urged Rose to remain behind, but she stubbornly shook her head and prepared to fol-Vow. fol-Vow. The Caribs had their attention di OP THE SEA faf i.H)M WN.U. fc&ai rected upon the breastwork of their enemies, and, not expecting danger from above, they never once raised their eyes to the summit of the cliff. This more than any skill on their part enabled the three to creep stealthily down the ridge until close to the hiding place of the sailors. Crouching there for a moment they considered the next move. Between them and the breastwork was an open stretch of flat sand. To cross this they had to expose their bodies to the cross Are of the Caribs." "I'll go first," Dick whispered. "No, wait a minute," replied the skipper. "LIkely'g not them sailors will take ye for a flankin' party an' land a ton of stones on yer head. We got to let 'em know we're friends." "How can we do it without alarming alarm-ing the Caribs?" "Reckon we can't But it's got to be done." Suddenly, without warning of his intentions, the skipper raised his voice without exposing his head "Ahoy, there, shlpmatesl Look aloft! Keep them stuns for the en There was a puff of smoke and a sharp report, emy, an' don't shy any of 'em aft! We're comin' to help ye." The surprise and consternation of the sailors at the voice behind them was not greater than that of the Caribs. Dick saw Captain Tucu and Black Burley jump to their feet and scan the rocks with eager eyes. "I reckon now ye can go," Captain Cap-tain Bedford whispered. "Ye're spryer'n me, an' can make It quicker." quick-er." "Give me all except two of the pistols," replied Dick. "You and Rose keep one apiece. Don't expose yourself. Keep Rose here with you." "Reckon I ain't promisin' to keep her here," grinned the skipper, "but I'll try it" The Automatics Turn the Tide Dick nodded, and then vaulted the low ridge of rocks, and, crouching low, made a break across the open space. His sudden appearance was the signal for a volley of shots from the Caribs, but in anticipation of this he dodged and ducked so erratically er-ratically that the bullets buried themselves in the sand at a safe distance on either side. The sailors, forewarned, made no hostile demonstration, but watched him with gaping mouths and wide-open wide-open eyes. When he finally landed plump in their midst, they stretched forth arms to receive him. Recov ering his breath, Dick said: "Now give them hell! Shoot to kill!" The sight of the guns he began passing around brought grins of delight de-light to the haggard faces. "I haven't enough for alL" Dick added. "So be carefuL Who among you are the best shots?" "I've killed a man at a hundred feet," replied a burly seaman, taking tak-ing a gun, "an my mate's nearly as good. Give bim one." The other two were handed to men who declared they were good shots, and were anxious to try their skill on the Caribs. Dick took charge and directed the shooting. "They're cowards, and will run the moment we shoot" he said "They don't know we're armed. So make the best of our chance. Single Sin-gle out our men, and shoot together." togeth-er." He counted two and then raised a hand as a signal. " Four vicious bullets sped toward their marks, and before they were well on their way others were following them. The automatics barked so continuously continu-ously that half the Caribs were down before the others could duck for shelter. The sailors wanted to break cover and charge, but Dick restrained them. "No, they'll get some of you. Keep covered until we get Tucu and Burley. The rest will surrender." "Who'a Tucu their leader?" asked one of tht seamen. "Yes, he's the captain of the lugger, lug-ger, and Black Burley's the mate." "Know 'em?" "Sure. I've sailed with them." The sailors eyed him curiously. In the lull that followed, one asked: "Wasn't ye on the City of Bahia?" Dick nodded "Thought I remembered yer face. Got away, did ye?" Further conversation was interrupted inter-rupted by the unexpected barking of a gun far on their right For a moment they thought a flanking party had crept up behind them; but almost simultaneously with the crash of the report there came a cry from the enemy. They saw a gigantic gi-gantic black man leap in the air and tumble face downward. ' "Black Burley!" exclaimed Dick. "Who shot him?" asked one of the sailors, uneasily glancing in the direction of the shot. "Captain Bedford," smiled Dick. "He's trying to flank them." The rest of the Caribs, with Tucu leading, had leaped from cover, and, were making a run for their last refuge. "After them!" yelled Dick,, springing over the breastwork., "Don't let Tucu escape." Dick led the assaulting party, but Tucu had a big start It looked for a time as if he would escape, and Dickhesitated between keeping up, the race and stopping to shoot Perhaps Per-haps in either case he would have lost if Tucu's vengeful nature hadn't ' temporarily handicapped him. Hen Pettigrew lay directly in his path, where he had been left by the Caribs for dead; but Hen had as many lives as a cat and despite the fact that he carried three bul-' lets in his body he was a long way, from being dead. He sat up and began struggling feebly to get on his feet He was not aware of Tucu's presence until the latter' stopped suddenly in his steps. The sight of one of his enemies escaping when he could kill him was too much ef a strain on Tucu's nature. He decided to linger long enough to put Hen out of the game. , With a malevolent glint In his eyes, , he leered at the half-dazed man, and said: , "I reckon y'don't need to get up." He could have shot him on the run, but he wanted to make sure this time. He brought his gun close to Hen's head, thrusting it viciously vicious-ly between his eyes so he could stare his fate directly in the face. It was a brutal, bloodthirsty act' and for a moment Hen recoiled. "Damn ye, take thatl" grunted the half-breed. Dick Saves the Life Of His Nemesis There was an explosion, so close that the powder blackened Hen's face, but the bullet buried itself in the sand as Tucu's right hand dropped to his side, with the forearm fore-arm broken close to the wrist Dick had taken advantage of his hesitation and shot at the hand holding hold-ing the gun to Hen's face, pausing to aim carefully and deliberately to make sure he did not miss. With a snarl and curse, the half breed grasped his wounded wrist in his free hand, and seeing that escape es-cape was impossible he turned upon Dick like an enraged animaL All the venom of his nature' flared up in his eyes. Dick could have shot easily, but he hesitated. The man was wounded wound-ed and unarmed, his gun having fallen to the ground. He could not shoot Tucu even when he had him at his mercy. "It's all up, Tucu," he said, smiling smil-ing as he advanced. "I won't kill you if you'll surrender. You can't get away." "Y'won't shoot me if I surrender?" surren-der?" whined the half-breed. "Y'won't let 'em kill me?" "No, we'll give you a fair trial, but you don't deserve it" Tucu's shifty eyes seemed to lose their fire, and Dick noticed that the limp arm was bleeding freely. "Til help you," he added, kicking .the man's gun away to a safe distance. "That arm must be broken." Although in the act of kicking Tucu's gun away, he showed that he didn't trust the outlaw, Dick was careless in another respect He thrust his own gun in his pocket The halfbreed noticed the action and almost immediately his whole attitude changed. A murderous gleam flashed in his eyes. With his left hand he jerked an ugly knife from his belt and made a lunge at Dick. The attack was so sudden and unexpected that there was no time for counter action. ac-tion. Dick had barely time to catch the uplifted arm and save himself from almost instant death. With a growl of rage that his ruse had failed, the half-breed struggled to release bis arm for another blow: but Dick flung himself upon the outlaw, out-law, grasping the arm with one hand and the knife with the other. Although wounded, and one arm helpless, Tucu, who was a giant in strength, fought ferociously, succeeding suc-ceeding finally in hurling his enemy from bim through sheer muscular superiority. (TO BE CONTINUED) Bell Syndicate. "The world is full of women, once plain and superfluous, who have made themselves popular and useful and beloved." By KATHLEEN NORRIS IF YOU feel that you can't t afford the high prices that psychoanalysts are charging charg-ing in these days of nervous nerv-ous disorders, there are less expensive ways of helping help-ing your young people ways that have been in fashion for many hundreds of years and not only work a certain cure today but prevent any recurrence recur-rence of the trouble tom'or-row. tom'or-row. : There is always a reason if your small girl of five begins to act queerly, to do Inexplicable things. There is a reason for adolescent depression, insubordination, timidities, timid-ities, insolence, inhibitions. But when a child is loved, protected, well-fed, carefully educated, these symptoms are ' bewildering to a good (mother. She looks in perplexity per-plexity at the baffling small girl, and finally washes her hands of the whole problem and takes the child to a child psychologist and pays him $10 a visit "My little boy is six," writes Mrs. Harris from Newport "He has always been the sunniest, best-balanced best-balanced youngster alive. But since the arrival of a small brother, broth-er, Vance has been completely unmanageable. un-manageable. He has-gone back to baby tricks of wetting the bed, wanting his food from a bottle, crying cry-ing a great deal, starting his sentences sen-tences with me wants' or 'pease feed Vanny. "My daughter Beatrice is 17," says Martha Johnson of Seattle. "She has never been as attractive as her younger sister, nor especially espe-cially popular with her older brother. broth-er. She has an unfortunate skin, rather heavy dark Spanish features, fea-tures, and owing 'to much illness in childhood, is backward in school, nervous, fearful and entirely en-tirely lacking in initiative or self-confidence. self-confidence. 'Let Me Alone.' "She takes the haughty position that nobody likes her and that she doesn't care, slams through the house, is never helpful or obliging, and alternates dark moods of gloom with bursts of silly, schoolgirl school-girl laughter. We have spent good money on doctors and psychologists; psy-chologists; the latter can only remind re-mind her that she is young, healthy, loved by her family, and leave it at that and any such treatment invariably in-variably angers and humiliates her so much that she now refuses to consult anyone, saying irritably, "Let me alone. There's nothing the matter with me.' " Personally, I have small patience pa-tience with nine-tenths of this psychologic psy-chologic stuff, although in perhaps one ease out of ten I have known it to be of invaluable help. For healthy, favored and fortunate Americans to work themselves up to such a pitch of self-pity and elf-absorption that they have to retail the whole boring story of injustices and slights and imaginary imagi-nary wrongs to a complete stranger, stran-ger, and pay him for listening, seems to me in a world so full of real suffering to be not only foolish fool-ish and weak, but actually wrong. Of course it is a luxurious delight to go to the office of a fascinating physician, lie cn a couch and talk about yourself for exactly 60 minutes, min-utes, at a cost of 23 cents a minute. It is restful, instead of straightening out your small boy's problem yourself your-self to pay $10 to have someone tell "Homely and awkward, hut popular and tueui." WNU features. ' . TREAT YOUR OWN MIND We have all heard a lot about phychoses and psychiatrists psychia-trists since the war. True, there are people with twisted minds, and psychiatric treatment treat-ment has done wonders in many cases. But too many people have turned to this new Science of the mind to escape es-cape from responsibilities and irksome situations. Aftet all, about all any psychiatrist can do is to help the patient to make the best of his circumstances, circum-stances, "to adjust to his environment.' en-vironment.' Miss Norris writes today about the many women who have to overcome some physical physi-cal defects. The woman who is homely and awkward has a hard time. She is not wanted in many jobs, and she 's shunned socially. It is easy for her to slump into a defeatist attitude, to wallow in self-pity. self-pity. She feels that she has no friends, no opportunities and that there is no use trying to amount to anything. It is to these women that Miss Norris addresses this article. ar-ticle. She tells them how they can surpass their lovely sisters by making themselves so useful use-ful and necessary that in time they will gain everyone's affection. af-fection. you that he is jealous of baby brother, broth-er, that his naughtiness must be much ignored and all forgiven and that In a year or two the baby will be the one to get the spankings and criticisms, and big brother will be the lord of the nursery. Useful and Beloved.' As for Beatrice, what she needs, and what her family needs, is character. No outside analyst can do any good there. The family needs patience, generosity, love and confidence for its least-fortunate member. And Beatrice needs a good strong dose of some such creed as this: "I am homely, awkward, not popular pop-ular with the family. But I am well and strong and my people certainly have tried to give me a fair start The world is full of women, once plain and superfluous, who have made themselves popular and useful use-ful and beloved. "How did they do it? Well, by practicing humility, cheerfulness, service. By making themselves as inconspicuous as possible, making no demands, finding ways of helping help-ing everyone, forgetting themselves. By keeping to simple rules of eating eat-ing and exercising, always being physically fresh and scrupulously neat ' "Easy? No, this is no easy mountain moun-tain to climb. My back will ache, my breath will come short my soul within me will sicken with discouragement discour-agement But the reward will be very great Slowly, slowly, I will pass my lovely spoiled sister Mar-got Mar-got in charm and strength of character; char-acter; slowly I will win my big brother's respect and love; slowly I will convince my mother and father fa-ther that their middle child is the most devoted child of alL It can be done, and it is worth the doing." Often a serious study of the early chapters of Saint Mark, where you find the beatitudes, is worth ail the psychology in the world! More British Babies The number of live births in the largest cities in England and Wales from the beginning of the year to September 21 totaled 309,525. This is an increase of 56,392 over the same period in 1945. London alone accounted for 46,878, which was 13,193 more than last year. 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