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Show THE TIMES-NEW- S, NNERS IN H EAVEN By CLIVE ARDEN WRECKED Copyright by The Living in the small English village of Darbury, and sedate place, Barbara Stockley, daughter of a widowed mother. Is soon to celebrate her marriage to Hugh rich and "well conRochdale, nected. Barbara Is adventurous, and has planned, with an aunt, an airplane trip to Australia. Major Alan Croft, famous as an aviator, Is to be the pilot. At her first meeting with Croft Barbara is attracted by his manner and conversation, different frpm conventions of the her small town. Bobba-Merrl- ll Co, SYNOPSIS. PART ONE Continued. 2 "Xou don't regret going, Bab, dear?" she had aked. Barbara shook her head vigorously. "No! I feel a little depressed over leaving Hugh; that's all. It seems as I don't know something thougj) what were ending. I suppose that's natural upon going away for the first time? Is it?" she added anxiously. Mrs. Field knew when to keep her thoughts to herself. "Quite natural," she replied cheerfully. "And Bab," she went on, hesitating a little, "if you need Alan's friendship for any reason, I think you would find it worth having." "Oh," the girl said hastily. "I don't think he we I shall never quite understand him." Feeling that to be likely, Mrs. Field said no more. She had sown the seed, if ever It were needed. . . . Then the last night at home She had looked around her familiar little room with mixed feelings. When next she slept here, what would she have learned of the things beyond that lifelong barrier of hills visible from her She knit puzzled brows, trying to follow his meaning. What keynote could there be to all the Jumble of separate entitles that make up life? "What keynote the world uses, I suppose, what you want to discover?" be asked. "Do I? Is that It?" Eagerly she leaned toward him. "Oh, I wonder What do you think it Is?" He blew out a cloud of smoke; then smiled. "Goodness knows! Perhaps there isn't one. What private ones do window? we all use? Don't you often wonder, With a warm rush of tenderness, she when you meet a number of new pe- remembered that, upon her return, her new life as Hugh's wife would begin. ople" I never do meet them! It Is "But Taking the large photograph of htm quite an event to meet a stranger," from the wall, she placed it carefully within her packed trunk. she assured him. "Well, you shall soon meet plenty And now the moment of departure of all nationalities. Even natives, In had come. Croft appeared, looking big the Philippines." Barbara came back to practical and alert In his flying kit, with an air realities with a start. "Natives ! Are of confidence about him which communicated Itself, In some subtle way, to they black? I should loathe them." "Oh, no; surely not I like them Barbara. Having been detained over a matter of form In the office, he hurImmensely." She looked at him incredulously. ried their start. Hugh followed Barbara into the "But why the Philippines?" "I heve to go to Borneo arwl the cabin, where she turned and clung to Philippines for the firm." He plunged him. He drew her Into his arms and into details of the Journey, and she kissed her with more passion than listened enthralled. To flash like a usual. "We shall be married directly you remeteor over France, Italy, Egypt, India, with a few days at each landing turn, Bab, darling," lie said huskily, place, and the detour to the Pacific, exceeded all she had ever dreamed. The world at last ! Abruptly he broke off. "But I have not yet discovered, in strange lands and crowded cities, wnat Is wrong with the world ! I hope you succeed In your 'heart's desire.' It's a tall order." A "subtle change in his manner gave lier the Impression that, inwardly, he laughed at her. "Anyway, it Is a wonderful chance. I am grateful to you for giving it to me," she replied, with stilted politeness. "To me?" he asked; then gave a short laugh. "Oh, not at all. I am merely the pilot !" She flushed crimson, remembering With her own words at the sweets-stall- . a sense of relief, she saw Hugh halt ing her from the terrace steps. "Are you fixing up the trip?" he asked, Joining them. Placing his hands on the girl's shoulders, he smiled across at Croft. "Look here I Will you please satiate Bab with so that she travel, with returns fed up to the teeth? That will Insure a peaceful honeymoon, and I shall be eternally obliged !" Barbara explained : "Hugh wants to spend his honeymoon In his father's farm yard ; and I want to go" "Somewhere in the moon," Hugh Barbara . . . Stood Close Beside Him, Watching . . . Nervously. broke In. "So our only hope of a calls feeling a 'happy Issue' as the prayer-boosuspicious lump In his throat. It, lies In you." "I I'll meet you, when you come back. "Good lord!" laughed the other. It won't be long." "It's a rather curious position! When Hugh knew that his Burbnrn's warmIs the wedding?' hearted Impulses occasionally resulted "On December twentieth. Be sure in moments of embarrassment. Gently In time!" you send her back the clinging arms, he bade loosening In his Aunt Croft's face grew sober. Dolly farewell. Then be turned quick, decided fashion, he swung his to the cabin door, hesitated, came back, legs over the parapet and stood up, kissed Barbara's wet cheeks passionfacing Hugh. again, ami run down the steps. "You are quite willing for her to go, ately Croft leaned down and waved fareI suppose?" well ; then he gave the signal. Slowly, Both glanced at him, surprised at the machine glided away. the earnestness of his tone. But with quirk transition, the move"I know you will take the utmost ment merged Into the swift run of a care of her," Hugh replied. bird seeking cover. Faster and yet "Of course." faster. It became a wild roaring race Suddenly nnd unexpectedly thp across the grass, which soon the little younger man held out his hand. Croft wheels fulled to touch, as, at an Intook It In a close grip; but Barbara credibly short distance, the airplane gave an amused laugh. rose lightly from the ground. She struck down lightly with her Thrice she circled, high nbove the fingers; and the two hands fell apart. heads of those who watched. Then, sure of her capabilities, she turned, with a final upward curve, and settled III down to her work. e severnl Glittering like dragon-filemachines hummed nnd buzzed nenrthe The days wore on to weeks, full of airdrome, some rising on trial trips the Important trifles that constitute others soaring far overhead, a few dally country life. For a time Dar"looping" or diving down in spirals, as bury felt a little flat, Incklng in sensathough Intoxicated with the exhilaration. There seemed to be a dearth of tion of the summer morning. for conversation ; and when a subjects A small crowd of people. Including has nothing to talk about. community reporters nnd photographers, stood It Is In a bad war. near the monster which loomed tip staLetters from Barbara were frequent tionary after a final trial flight. The and full of enthusiasm. Croft was evisunlight flushed upon the four propeldently fulfilling the part allotted to lers and the engines, now so plncld hlin to the letter, during th calls at and silent. each place; and Hugh felt Barbara, clad In the braver lined fly- grnteful. ing rap and leather coat which Much When letters became more Infrehad given her, stood close beside Mm, quent, owing to dlstnnce, wireless mesatwatching the giant plnne and Its sages stated that all was well. . . . tendants somewhat nervously. It was. With delightful snddennes n fresh after all, a big adventure to embark thrill was provided for Dnrhnry by Upon. . , Hugh was very dear. . . . Jenny Grant, a village girl. She had. Mrs. Field had bidden Barbara fare- It was rumored, "got Into trouble" and to had gone well some flays ago, with a sailor who had recently been the famine area of Central Europe on on leave In tha neighborhood. Mrs. an organization campaign. Noticing Stockley, with commendable charity, the wilfulness of the girls face, placed a large part of the Mame on something had compelled her to turn tha Klrl'a mother. The mother had back and klsa her again, when they from tha church; therefore, of Right-seein- k , sight-seein- trted. g course, she was no favorite with the bishop's descendant. . . . There is, proverbially, a lull before a storm. Darbury, during those peaceful days of late summer, had no intuition of the most terrible thrlU of all, In these days of thrills. Hugh, especially, was of too bright and wholesome a nature to have misgivings, when the sun shone and all seemed well. Returning one day with a friend from a morning's cubbing, it was therefore with no sense of impending disaster that he reined up at Lake Cottage and proposed calling. A small group of people, talking together near the main road, turned and cast wondering looks in his direction. It was one of those glorious mornings at the end of September In which late summer and early autumn intermingle. Hugh glanced round with a pleased sense of appreciation. Then he rang the bell. The face of old Martha, who opened the door, was red and swollen with weeping. Her limbs trembled, as If from sudden shock. For a moment she gazed at him blankly, half in astonishment, half In fear; then, without a word, she burst Into hysterical sobs and turned back Into the house. The color ebbed a little from Hugh's face. He looked at his friend In vague apprehension, and they silently followed the woman Into the drawing room. Instead of being bright and fragrant with the flowers Barbara loved about her, it seemed strangely cold, gloomy and deserted. A chill fell on Hugh. "Where is Mrs. Stockley?" he asked uneasily. "Upstairs," sobbed Martha. She walked o the little bureau and picked up a telegram. Turning slowly, she half held It toward him, and the flimsy paper trembled violently In her hands. Hugh took the telegram slowly from the woman. For a moment he looked uncertainly at her frightened face, then round the familiar room, as if dreading to read It, . . . At last, with an obvious effort, he raised the sheet, and turned away. . . . The telegram fluttered, unheeded, to the floor; and Hugh raised shaking hands to his head. In a vague uncertain manner. He turned slowly, his face ashen, haggard and old all at once. His lips moved a little, but no sound came; he looked at his friend with the bewildered eye of a dumb animal awakening to some terrible pain of which, as yet, It is not wholly conscious. Tom Westwoods picked up the telegram. It was from the London agents of Croft's firm. He read the few bald sentences so fraught with tragic meaning. The airplane, it stated, in characteristically crude words, was missThe lifeless body of the meing. chanic had been found In the water, where, It was feared, the rest had perished. Search was .In progress, but with small hope of success. A typhoon had swept across the seas verging One upon the Philippine islands. wireless message of distress had come from the machine. Then silence fell. PART TWO The Rising Orchestra I Dawn broke at last, the first dull lines of gray merging Into a myriad pearly tints. Birds awoke In the forest; rustled amid the leaves; shook their wings; then flew forth to hunt for breakfast; their brilliant plumage reflected the sun's rays In a thousand bright hues as they flashed from beneath the shadowy trees. Upon the sloping shore of a tiny cove, the waters of the lagoon lapped In a gentle, rippling murmur. Farther away, the surf of the open sea boomed tike distant thunder against the barrier reef; waves swirled angrily through the gap which formed an Inlet. Partly telescoped upon n Jugged promontory Jutting inland from the entrance, rising and fulling helplessly at the mercy of the tide foaming through, loomed a mass of something dark. It looked strange, shapeless, forlornly tragic, as If flung down by a ruthless hand nnd forgotten. Upon the ground of the opposite cove, near a heap of wet coats, little rivulets trickling from her drenched garments. Iny the Inert form of n girl. A man, likewise sodden frnm bend to foot, knelt beside her, anxiously forcing brandy between her pale lips from a small pocket-flask- . Presently he paused, a sudden dread In his heart, anil with his head close to her wet blouse, listened, . . , Then, with renewed energy, he set vigorously to work again. At last she gave a little quivering Her hands moved gropingly. sigh. Soon, with another, longer sigh, she opened her ryes and gazed blankly, as one newly awakened from a troubled dream. Into his face. liaising a hand to her head, the vacant gaze changed to one of feeble wonder. "Why, are yon hurt?" she half whispered. Until then he had not recognized that the stream trickling down his face waa blood. With his fingers he traced what was apparently a long Jagged cut stretching from his temple to the left ear: It smarted when touched. Taking the wet handkerchief from bla pocket, he sat back and NEPHI, UTAH dabbed at It with the clumsy movements of a man unused to troubling over personal Injuries, nis look wal still fixed upon the girl's face. As she gazed round the unfamiliar scene, an expression of bewilderment crept Into her eyes. Remembrance Blowiy returning, this merged into con. . . Quickly It cern, then fear. grew to terror. . . . Sitting upright, she turned wildly to the man at her side. "Where are we? Where are we?" "We crashed on that reef," he replied quietly. "The last engine gave out " "But how did we get here?" "I found you in the water, and swam "Only a Few Days, and Thou Too " 11 In." Fearfully she looked toward the dark mass, as if measuring mentally the distance from shore, scarcely understanding the full meaning of this feat. Then she looked about her as If seeking somebody . . , finally turned to him, mutely asking the question her troubling lips dared not frame. He laid a hand upon her shoulder, Instinctively fortifying her for the complete realization of the dread that was dawning In her brain. She caught his arm In a feverish grip, her eyes wild. "Captain Croft tell me! The others? . . . Where Is Aunt Dolly?" A look, so full of anguish that it seemed as though the soul behind were in the tortures of hell, was her only answer. She gazed, awestruck, for a breathless moment, at his haggard eyes and drawn face, at the features usually so cloaked with reserve now unbearable agony; betraying then, with a hoarse moaning cry, she collapsed In an abandonment of horror at his feet. . . . Presently Croft raised his head, and stood up. He gave one long look seaward, to the grave of such unlimited pride and hope ; to where, also, those who had risked their lives with him now lay hidden beneath the smiling blue. With a long sigh, he turned away, setting his teeth and squaring his shoulders . . . then looked at the figure lying face downward at his feet. Dropping on his knees, he gently raised her, so that she leaned ngalnst blood-stnine- d htm. "Come!" he urged, with forced brightness. "We must buck up, you know, and see what can be done." "Tell me first what happened," she besought. "It seems like a a hideous 'nightmare " Shuddering violently, she bill her face again. "We had some engine trouble soon after leaving the Philippines, as you know, which obliged us to return there to land," he replied. "We got caught in the center of a typhoon near the coast, and were driven completely out of 'our course " "It was awful awful ! That terrible, deafening roar !" She began again to tremble violently. "We were hurled into an which caused us to drop nearly a thousand feet," he continued hurriedly. "That put two more engines out of action and Injured the fourth. Only a mirncle prevented our being dashed straight into the sea. After a lilt I saw land here, nnd hoped to reach It " in time; but she crashed too soon He stopped, perceiving the state of her shattered nerves. Standing up, he raised her with him; and she clung convulsively to his arm, every limb shaking as if with ague. Unclasping her bands, he drew her arm through bis, turning their steps inland; his own feelings being almost beyond his usual Iron control, he spoke roughly : "For heaven's sake, don't talk or think about It all. Just now! We shall go raving mad If we do !" The words and tone acted as a tonic. Something rtf her first feeling of inferiority In bis presence returned, causing her to struggle fiercely against the weakness tt:at threatened to overcome her. "There's .generally an opening In a brier reef opposite a fresh-wate- r river." Croft observed. "Why?" she Inquired, without any interest. To talk of anything, however, was better than the silence which cneournged thought. "It'a supposed that the sediment It contains Injures the polypes, preventing their working opposite. The polypes can't live and work below a certain depth about twenty fathoms or so. Awfully Interesting, coral ! Don't you think so?" She confessed entire Ignorance on the subject. This Jit tic digression, however, had served Its purpose for them both. Drawing her arm free, she proposed bathing their faces In the cool stream. Kevlved by this, she became aware of their bedraggled state, of the discomfort of wet clinging garments, and of Croft's Ineffectual efforts to staunch the wound on hi head. Shyly she went to him where he knelt upon the bank." The man aeems to be efficient and the girl fairly strong. What next? (TO BE CONTINUED.) Bad Day The beggar was so obviously ne'ther blind nor lame that the "Help the Blind and Crippled" sign he carried only made him seem the more robust. "Say, mister, I haven't taken In a thing for 24 hours," he whined, aa he shoved his bat under the nose of passer-by- . "Then don't expect to begin by taking me In now," said rfte Intended victim, as he ran for a street car. For Priae Goeth Before a Fall, and in a Few Days Ho Will Be In the Oven. served within the green booth. Here the family meet In deep happiness because they have been able to fulfill the command of Moses their "law giver" once again, and in the Holy land. Thanksgiving in the SHoly Land3 , The Feast of Thanksgiving commemorates God's goodness in the past to the Israelites In the wilderness. Their long wandering In the Journey to the Promised Land is symbolized by their resilience by day In these booths for the space of a week. This festival is also called the Feast of IngatheriThe average American has an Idea This thought Is Illustrated by the ng. that Thanksgiving is a national holiin tbe "succa" and by the plants day peculiar to his country and cele- branch with which It Is built; also by brated because of proclamations Is- the palms and willows and lemons sued by the President and by governors of states, whereas the feast of which are brought Into the synagogue nnd rejoiced over. Thanksgiving is observed In many Picturesque Services. other countries. One of the many inAll the services are exceedingly teresting observances of this feast is picturesque nnd all tlie customs are held by the Jews In Jerusalem, though surrounded by symbolical tokens and It Is celebrated in a very different acts and parabolic speech. manner from that we are accustomed figurative this For ancient people belong to a to think of as Thanksgiving, says a past age when man clung to symbols. writer In the Los Angeles Times. While we here celebrate the day all business and giving up ourselves mostly to the Thanksgiving dinner, in the Far East the Thanksgiving is continued as a religious service for several days, though accompanied by much dining which nil business is suspended. This ancient Hebrew people, clinging to the memory of their glorious past, drawn near to each other of their common love for their peculiar traditions and for their "To-rah- " their solace through the ages gather In colonies nt sites theirs by right through Inheritance, though not granted them by the usurpers of their land. Driven through the centuries from country to country, persecuted for their religion and massacred by th Injustice of radical prejudice, they now flock to their own country, selling 1 all they possess to pay the voyage. r;' . I and come, to look uon the bind where lived their patriarchs and prophets and to die and be burled on holy soli. Three Great Festivities. The three greatest feasts In which the .Tew remembers his past and fulfills In all the details possible the old Just a Canter to the Block. Mosaic law in the land promised to Moses so many centuries ago, are the Passover, Tabernacles and Pentecost. It Is at the Feast of Passover that he and to an oriental clime where all speech Is flowery at.d filled with offers the Paschal sacrifice In the temIn this land, sacred by Its ple on Mount Sinai, since upon Its site Imagery. stands a gorgeous mosque where only wonderful history, mystic by Its trange traditions, ancient, because Islam bends the knee find bows the head In adoration to Allah nnd Miv the birthplace of venerable religions, hammed. Yet there are times when where the city walls Inclose beloved the Jew In his own ancient land re- ruins, and the barren stony hills speak joices and Is glad. With thanks to his sorrowfully of what has been and la God for the existence today of his no more, there Is something peculiarly race still set apart and with great touching and appropriate In the cone customs. festivity lie commemorates God's won- tinuance of these The construction of these "taberderful preservation of this people nnd celebrates tbe remarkable events In nacles" furnishes a time of great their history. He Is elated Bt the amusement to young nnd old, for all In privilege of being able to celebrate hN members of the family take part own feasts In tbe place where they the rearing and decoratint of this were Instituted, and this Is entirely airy home within which the feast Is to poHslble at tbe Feast of Thanksgiving, be celebrated. Some choose the large, for It Is a festival for the synagogue open courtyard of the house for the site of this temporary residence, while t.nd the home, and there are no obstacles In tbe Holy Land to the ful- others prefer to build It on the fiat roof of the bouse. filling of every letter of the law In to this celebration. Setting care V and business aside, be dons his handsomest gowns nnd goes to the synaTime for Neighborlinesa gogue, which has also been decorated The charities of the rich are Indeed In festive nttlre. and with a thankful heart he enters Into a service which Is wldespreading, and to the heart really attuned to the spirit of Thanksgiving all Joyousness. It seems a far more lovely thing to Celebrate In "Tabernacles.'' rend of their gifts of clothing and food, The principal feature of this Fenst at their sitting at the bedsides of the c Thanksgiving Is the dwelling In sick and sorrowing, than to pore "tabernacles" or booths for seven through their fine atrial doings In the days. Under a perfect blue sky, sursociety column. Although the Bible rounded by the eternal "hills round tells us It Is easier for a camel to go about Jerusalem," amid ancient olive through the eye of a needle thsli a rich trees, or In desolate stony fields of man to enter heaven, one feela Inruin stand the little Jewish colonies. clined to believe that exceptions will and by each bouse Its little "succa" be made. In truth, the rich and poof for celebrating the feast. Each colony are very close at Thanksgiving time, haa Its own synagogue, and here the and all the rest of lis who can Jusl rnbbl leads the congregation In the scrape along try to do cur level best tonga of thanksgiving, while the wom- by tbe friends and neighbors who art en prepare the festive meal to be let well off. Chleafo DmUi Kewe. His Fiery Steed merry-makin- Is rfl ml w old-tim- d W H y |