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Show THE PAGE TWO THE Prom his French-Canadiarlckson mother, Morman a distaste (or Ufa on tha water, which la bayond tha understanding of hla father. Ousts f, vataran aailor. 4t Mr a. Erlckson's death Ouitaf to male Norman, who haa been working for a grocer, bla partner in hla flabing- boat, at onca. In rebellloua mood, Norman aeeka comfort from Julia n playRlchaud, Ed. mate of hla achool days. 'a Baker, voting flaharman. enemy, fani 111 and aon, feeling between father e and Norman entere tha w. N. U. Service Coprriflu be The n, er deep-wat- - French-Canadia- Nor-man- life-lon- e; llght-houa- service at Blind Man'a Kye. Captain Stocking la In command, living- with hla daughter. Buna. From tha llchthouse Norman aeea a boat on tha reefa. Maklnr hla way through the aurf to tha wreck, ha la atruck by tha . body of a dead dog-- Ouitaf Erlckson had been fond of telling a ghastly atory of a aea disaster In which a dead doc figured, and Norman, aa a child, had- llatened to It In terror. The dog- reralla tha atory and him. Ha abandona hla Idea of reacue. Captain Stocking aeta out in a boat for the wreck, Norman to tha coaat Bendingguard atatlon for help. Captaina Parish, of tha guard, launchea boat, ordering Norman to go with the crew. Ha la unable to jet aboard. Stocking: bring! a man ashore from the wreck. Captain Pariah accuaea Norman of cowardice. Jamea Delong. the man rescued, la a "gentleman farmer." Norman detecta Baker in tha act of burying a packet which Delong- had dropped. He digs it up and keepa It. Norman - gives tha package to Delong-Delong has dammed a river to make a lake on hla farm, and the nelghbora are fearful of it giving way. . CHAPTER VIII Continued 11 Bobfae-Mectt- ride," called James Delong. Norman swung around. Sue Stocking beamed like the sun Itself tn ber shining yellow Flicker. Norman saw her admiringly. She was pretty with those bright drops of red In her cheeks. "Turning off here," Norman answered. They spattered away, rounding a curve in the road. Norman lagged after them. In the Tamarack river bottom a broad yellowish water with creeping edges covered the sheep pasture. Norman observed It uneasily. The gate was open. Some one had been careless. Norman delayed while fastening it, to look back toward Lake Michigan, A black northeast cloud reached upward toward the sun. More rain. f f Norman rapped at the kitchen door. Madame Rlchaud opened It Her warm friendly face was disturbed with anxiety. "Hello, roadame," said Norman. "Where's Julie?" "With her father. The little sheep are drowning I" Madame Rlchaud pointed excitedly. "Down there . . . the lower pasture 1" "I'll find them," Norman answered, "it looks like more rain." "Always!" she cried. "It stops never I" He proceeded through the barnyard. Small roosters lifted their legs with ridiculous precision in the mudNorman stepped around dy path. them, observing that the loose boards of the walk from the house to the barn gate were covered with water. He passed around a clump of cedars and in the field beyond made out Julie and her father. They were peering ip the valley. Norman ran. "Ahoy, there, Julie 1" he cried. ' The girl turned. Norman felt a tempestuous rush of pleasure as be saw her handsome round head with Its purple-blac- k hair atop It-- What would she say? Would she ask him again to farm? Would she still see no virtue In his dnty at the light, call it a "wet business." have nothing to do with it? For ail ber manner, Julie might have forgotten the whole episode of his other visit. "Oh, Norman I" she cried. "Ruined ! Everything is ruined I" Tears stained ber cheeks. "That water . . . that wicked, wicked water, it has drowned the smallest sheep. A dozen of tbem ! My father says the dam up above will break this time. If It does, pff. what becomes of us?" "Ia It so bad?" Norman asked. "Bad?" Germalne cried. "All water Is bad I If the dam breaks . . . Why did they build a dam? Why did they come here, resortin'?" Julie touched bis sleeve. "The rest of the sheep, father," she reminded him. "We came to drive them up to the barn." "Ton go to the house," Germalne answered, "me. I take care of the sheep." Norman lifted Julie over the last fence. A surly wind whipped by their beads, waves of mist trailed it He Mystery of tha Skin Despite the great advances made by medical men In the knowledge of the body, relatively little has been learned about the skin. What causes skin diseases Is largely a mystery. They do know that arsenic and mer cury are belpfui in cures. Remarkable Sentence There are nine different vowel sounds in the 12 syllables In Steven son's lines "I will make you brooches and toys for your delight" , freedom The air trembled. Julie run past. "Julie!" Norman cried. "Not that way I Terel Quick, op to the bills!" She did not heed. Her remaining sheep were milling around the pasture In the bottoma at the very edge of the water. Above them the shoulders of the flood pressed forward. Julie plunged toward them. "Julie!" Norman shouted. "This Ce, stepped behind Julie Into the Rlchaud Ing spades, shouting, heaving sand kitchen, oblivious to the coming and mud. "What'a cried. storm, to children, to everything and wrong?" Delong every one except Julie. He felt words "Frits! What's happened?" A tall thin man In swell through him. muddy flannels "Julie, I've been remembering what labored on his knees halfway across way, Juliet" we said when I was here last the dam. He was much older than The nearlng waters bowled louder time . , bis brother, ten years perhaps, with than he. His words were lost, even "So have I, Normau." a narrow sharp face shining now with In his own mouth. She was thirty "You have?" He caught both ber perspiration. He was crowding sand paces ahead. He charged after ber. bands. desperately Into a hole In the dike. The sheep, recognizing ber, trotted When he heard hla brother call he "Julie, Julie!" callei. her mother. slowly In her direction. Madame Rlchaud had rushed to the shouted back, but did not stop work. "Allez!" she waa screaming. "Ton window. Julie followed quickly. NorThe artificial lake spread foolish beasts. Dpi Up!" man stared after her, his eyes wide of a mile wide, twenty feel reached Julie's shoulder: . . . n Mackinac, she was pretty deep behind Its dam. a blue, swollen he Norman was shaking ber, polling, shouting today I Why. Sui Stocking didn't circle In the contours of the hills. Into her ear. show up at all in comparison. Rain was fulling with a sullen hiss "Come back! Ton are mad, Julie!" Germalne was panting toward the upon the surface of the water, that "No. no!" She jerked away. "Would door, waving hit hands. had already crawled to the very top I leave the poor sheep?" "It comes!" be screamed, "Julie of the embankment. Earth, caving Norman, while he dragged Julie up Quick, run, the cows, the team, the from Its sides, fell Into the water with the bill, saw Germalne, clawing along ! sheep Quick! Help me. It comes!" a cloudy yellow splash ; It disappeared the bank below. The old man had Norman raced after the girl. and more slid after It. dragged the new mower halfway The river slashed past over Its low Sue ran toward the embankment. through the door. Trying to save the banks, an excited yellow current. Far James Delong, after jerking off his mower? Norman laughed aloud ; up the valley rumbled the positive coat, had grasped a shovel from the there waa no mirth In bis laughter. voice of moving waters. In a black hands of a French Canadian and was Like Gustafs. It was. He pushed convulsive torrent the flood swept working beside his brother. She Julie utward and ran toward the old down. The Delong dam had broken. moved out recklessly upon the emman. Germalne abandoned the mow"Julie!" Norman cried. A sudden bankment. He began crawling back up the er. burst of rain blanked bis sight. "1 can help!" she cried. hill with water snapping at his heels. "Julie I" The sheep, baa-lntimidly, trotted Delong jerked around. It The bellowing river answered. "Get back on land!" he ordered past Julie along the moving bank. struck the top of the farm and ripped sharply. "Get op to the house! Norman ran back to her. down the last steep descent. Waters "Come !" Quick . . . It's going . . . run!" roared like a bursting planet . . . He was limping badly as be rushed "My sheep!" a quarter along the dam toward ber. Frits Dehalf a mile away He stooped over, picked her up an eighth. In a minute long, the useless shovel In his bands, fiercely and carried her twenty paces. mile they would arrive . . . half a minhis mouth wide open, already bad She was wet In bis arms, surprisingute. . . . started toward solid earth on the oth- ly tight, warm against his heart. She "Julie!" Norman shouted. "Julie!" er side. The French Canadians were kicked ber heels angrily. down!" she "Put me down scurrying for safety. James Delong's car splashed heavSue retreated the steps demanded. "Look !" Clinging helplessly to a short bouncily through the mud. Water streaked sue had come. Wet earth sank like in a dozen arteries through the mid- quicksand under ber feet. Behind ber ing log, far out In the stream, a man dle of the road. The ditches were she saw the dam sliding out Into whipped by them. Only bis head a gray blot above the brooks. water, poked a A broad where space. gash spread He slowed the car that Sue might minute before men had been laboring upon the angry black surface. view the Delong property from a "A man!" Julie screamed. She She saw Fritz Delong plunge Into ridge. Sue gave a cry of delight. She the Tamarack river with the ripping started forward. "And there go my never bad seen fields so clean and wall, his eyes wide, bis gray hair sheep . . . swimming. well cared for. This was a country Norman caught her by the sleeve. standing up like Juniper brush atop place just like the ones she had read bis narrow head, his mouth wide open, "Get back, Julie!" he commanded. "I a private drive, cattle swearing to himself and no words see a boat coming . . . there . . . about I can get It. I'll let go my arm barn bidden in trees, an artificial passing audibly. She saw bis man. that lake, tinnnts' houses .'. . it might after go tohis face turned brother, at be Long Island. Delong, stopping the ward her and a reassuring smile upon He pushed away her hands. car. Inhaled smoke lazily and threw It Earth slid under his feet as he down, and yanked off bis shoes. She the stub of his cigarette sizzling Into raced for safety. Water engulfefl followed him three steps, four, five, a roadsid' pool. then halted. Norman leaped Into the him. Only his shoulders lifted above. "Here we are," he cried cordially, it. hut the smile still sraa stnmnpd. river. He felt the jerk of the current. "and over there you see my brother upon his lips. She saw slhigher wave jXne auction of tfie undertow, (The s Fritz . , .' he stopped, frqwnlng. hurst over bis head: fJien' onlv his 1 WP noal 8I,UT n'rer. His "I wonder what's up?" He pointed loft hnnrt amnii ni torrifvintri. in. touched the gunwale. It turned un toward the lake. significant, showed above the swirl of expectedly, mode an angry gestnre. Rain was falling briskly agala. Cirjerked away from his cramped finsers the freed waters. woods that cling a thin second-growtShe screamed again. The voice of and sped back to midstream with the acted as a screen between stables and the flood swallowed up her current cry. The shifting Norman shook n uddy water from dwelling house, Delong bad halted. plaything that the Delongs bad built He helped Sue down from the car. his eyes. He could see the man no down the narrow valley, an un"If you'll wait just a second . . ." flung lustful giant, mad with longer. Who was he? A Delong? It disciplined, he hobbled toward the lake. "I'll be did not occur to him then, "ow could long confinement, rending, smashing, he know that he was the last to ee slow and structures solid the crushing Fritz Delong nllve? Three days biter, man. nature the and of petty works of the water dropped, searchers A French-Canadiastill foolishly when Madrid from Bay found the body of handle of his the shovel, gripping James Delong's brother by a widow mud. the bank, staggered up spitting flv- - miles below. He straightway fell to weeping. In sapling Norman shook water from Again muck to his knees, still holding the He could scarcely see. A shovel. Fritz Delong's thin white face his eyes. white biro tree, spinning In the river, bobbed to the top of the rising curIts rent. An undercurrent sucked him twisted the gray ghostly branches It rolled murky light through down. Norrrnn made out fignearer. Hazily Sue Stocking shut her eyes. ures on its trunk. Men. Two of them. "Get him!" she screamed. "Get with arms and ' legs to the him I You !" She wrenched at the Clinging hark. smooth Frenchman's arm. "Thut Is Fritz DeHe splashed out of the water. He long . . . get him !" hail missed that other man, he would The little workman looked once at not miss these . . . there must be the racing water. Then be turned some way of getting out to them. and fled. Twenty feet up the bank, the Of James Delong there was no sign, potato cellar of the Rlchaud only his hand clutching upward in farm bulked In the shadows. Norman that first horrible explosion of water charged up the slope, yanked at the power. cellar door It was a broad, staunchly-batteSue darted blindly down a path to ned piece of two-Inc- h planklnt;. the left along the top of the river laid without hinges. Back by the bank. It was ten feet here above the stream he splashed It down. He might water. The flood careened past her, catch up with those men. Might ! He mocking her slow feet A small barn, pried away from the bank, a stick In listing on one corner. It flung crazily bis hands for an oar. before It He heard Julie shouting after him. Sue wiped the rain from her eyes. Heard her but could not see. A nibThe cloud blackened. It was ap- bling curent swept him out His raft palling, such darkness at midday. A slid into deep water. s Were Scuri The burst of fresh wind enveloped her, Norman used the stick left and ing for Safety. whipping her wet torn yellow slicker right, first as a sweep, then as a rudright back. I want to see what' u. about her knees. From the higher der. His raft threatened to upset He over there." he looked again on destrue- - dropped to bis knees for a second and grouti'i Ue left Sue by the car. She hesiIt was held firm, balancing. The door spun tion, i, ...in unable to help, tated a minute, uncertain what he dark; an unnatural midday twilight again. He was only twenty yards meant her to do, and then started blotted the scene before her. from the tree now. He saw more after htm. clearly. The Tamarack river, which once The heavier of the two men was CHAPTER IX , had flowed as It pleased out of the James Delong. "Grab hold when I go under you I" bills, a slow idle stream that soaked The Temper of the Tamarack Norman shouted. "Hang by your elgood soil Into swamp, was tumbling , now ferociously over the spillways of With the flrsroar of released bows overside. This plank won't bold far up the spongy valley, a bank us all sitting. I'll steer to shore." an artificial fall. Sue had expected The tree thundered along, dragging nothing so Immense as this. She knew .if yellow cloud rolled down the westTbe rootbouse door very little about rivers, except to feel ern sky. And from the hills rumbled oa bottom. that Lake Michigan was tmmeasur a sound as omtDous as any cry that jvlshed into the first thick branches ever hurst across the lake, the voice ably safer. "Jump!" Norman cried. "Quick I" A men swarmed rh nm uf released Inland waters, mad after James Delong slid precariously Into row embankment. They were atviu. their long captivity howling with new the water. Ue clutched feebly for the potato cellar door. Norman steadied tbe extra weight. "You next !" be bade. Tbls man. one of Frits Delong's crawled laborers, a French-Canadianervously down bis branch and stuck one foot Into the water. Immediately be drew It back. Norman caught him. "Hold atllir ba warned. "You'll tip oa!" Delong drew his elbows op to the plank snd stared back tbe way be bad come. He was searching for some one. "Sue?" Norman demanded. I don't know "Safe. I think about Frits . . ." Norman pushed on the stick. Sweat and muddy river water ran Into bis eyes. He breathed painfully. Here came Julie running toward blm. Her cheeks flamed: tears and THE WINDY STORM ... I'm ready for a party," said old King Snow, awakening from a nap. "How about you. 1 r r "Your voice I ... n ..." ... d ......" , h?-id- h earth-covere- d French-Canadian- -- half-doze- n Pumice Stone Used as Substitute for Razor If your razor Is nsed by the wife to sharpen a pencil or by a young hopeful for a screw-driveuse pumice stone to shave yourself with. Samuel Pepys used pumice story Writing on Sunday. May 25, 10C2, tr.-r, diarist says: "To trimming myself, which I this week have done every morning, with a pumice stone, which I learnt of Mr. Marsh, when 1 was last at Portsmouth; and I shall continue the practice of It" Six days later he tells us: "I cut off all my beard, which I have been a great while bringing tap only, that I may with my pumice stone do my whole face, as 1 now do my chin, and to save time, wblcb I find a very easy way and gentle." The Arabs of Palestine often use pumice stone to "clean up" after shaving with pieces of broken glass bottles. Forest Conservation Most countries of Europe hue rigid tree cutting and replanting laws In force. These govern the ruthless cutting of trees for firewood on the farmers' woodlots as well as on the large forest areas. Shame in Despair "To give over to despulr," said HI Ho, tbe sage of Chinatown, "is to confess that you have become too Indolent to face tbe task merely of living." Washington Star. .4. - i- sounds so familiar, and it makes me feel so gay," said Mr. Wind. "Who are you?" "I'm the Month March," said the voice. "Yon can't see me because I'm a whole "I'm Ready,1 month, and I'm made up of days Said the King. and nights, of mo ments and hours, of weeks until there are more than four weeks, or until there are thirty-on- e days. "All that time I spend with the earth, people, and animals and birds. "I come every year Just at this time, and I make you all feel like having a regular winter frolic. "I get a great deal of abuse. People say: "'Now, be careful In March. Don't take off your warm clothes, for March is treacherous.' "When they say that I am treacherous they mean that I'm apt to give them mild weather, and In the very same day give them cold weather and let you blow your head off, Mr. Wind." "I've never blown my head off yet. Month of March, and I've blown pretty hand," chuckled Mr. Wind. "True, true," said the Month of March. "Tell us some more about yourself," said Prince Sleet "Some people are more kindly when they talk about me. Some people rather like me. But not so very many. "Some of the birds, however, do me honor to come back while I am here. "Some of the flowers and trees begin to think about getting up for the spring. "But, on the whole, I'm not a popular month. I allow all you rascals to do just as you please. "I let you blow and storm. "I let you rain and bail and snow. I let you have fogs and mists and cold rains and winds. "I let you do anything you please. It Is the month when the wind and the rain and the snow and the sleet can have a regular frolic. "As soon as I come I blow some of my magic power Into Mr. Wind, and he feels then so full of life and energy that he wawts to blow and blow just as he wants to do now. "I have put so much of that magic power into bim that people call him the March wind. "Yes, I'm an unmonth. popular People say I'm apt to do anything. "They lay most things dreadful about me. They say they can't depend on me. "They say that 1 make people catch cold. I'm sure I can't help that. "Creatures will have to look ifter themselves when I'm around, as I am giving all of you such a good tJqruv time." "Do Me the Hon"You do that, or to Come all right," they all Back." shouted. And Mr. Wind blew harder than ever, as he said: "Dear Month of March, you're a great favorite of mine, even If some don't like you. "I feel honored and flattered to be called the March wind, after you. dear, wild, windy, stormy, blowy Month of March 1" And then a wonderful windy storm began. One of the grandest windy storms ever you did see. of g ... of1 tbe Clouds?" "I'm ready," said the King of the "Of e o o r s e. you're all ready," aald a voice, 1 ... King Cloud. three-quarte- rs half-doze- "Better MAN A Romance of the Great Lakes By KARL W. DETZER THE STORY Thursday, February 7,1929 NEPIII. UTAH TIMES-NEW- S 8weat and Muddy River Water Ran Into His Eyes. rain bad dried together on ber face. One torn stocking rolled about her Norman spit out water, ankle. coughed, sat up on the ground.. "You saved two men !" Julie Rlchaud cried. "No, Julie. . . ." "I saw you!" She bent down beside him, ber bright Hps to bis cheek. "I saw you I" she cried again. "You saved two men I" "I did not!" Norman argued. He staggered up, pushing Julie's hands from him. Had she not seen? "Tell ber, Delong," he commanded, "tell her the straight of It . . Delong answered. "I wouldn't have made shore without you, Erickson." "Wouldn't have made It?" Norman laughed. Again bis mirth resembled old Gustafs. "I'm a yellow-bellie- d pickerel." he said bitterly. You got us nearly "Oh, no I the Frenchle could wade." Delong turned. "Where Is that fellow? I saw him run up tbe bank. Julie pushed back the black wet batr that tumbled across . her eyes. She turned and regarded the other man. Norman seemed to be acquainted wltb ..." him. "This Is James Delong, Julie," Norman said, "one of the brothers . . Julie drew back. "A Delong?" she "One of those?" She repeated. pointed up the Tamarack. An uncharitable rage possessed her. She stamped her foot in the mud. "Your soul is lost, Delong 1" she cried furiously. "The good God will never forget it. Drown people's sheep? My father's hay, all the hay gone, the barn ruined. Why did you build that lake?" "Julie," Norman begged, "Julie!" He plucked at ber arm. "This man did not know the dam would break ! And he's hurt Julie!" "Hurt?" Delong turned with a miserable ex pression. "I don't blame you, Miss Ulchaud." "Hurt?" Julie repeated. Her man ner changed. "Come to the house then," she bade. She could be hostile to no one Just now. ' "Thank the good God the bouse is dry. Next time, Mr. Delong, you will not build a dam to drown your neighbors." Madame Rlcbaud's brood bad crept down from the top of the bill. Ger malne, swearing mightily, stood In tbe door, mourning bis ruined barn. Yellow water till poured by, but the crest of the flood bad swept past With It bad gone Irretrievably the barn, fences, one cow, the sheep, the beans, tbe potato plants, all summer labor. (TO BE CONTINUED.) s Blachttone pirn ill! Sir William Blackstone published In 1705 a volume entitled "Commen tartes on the Laws of England." This was the Drat and only book of Its kind in England, and It came to be regarded aa an authoritative revela tion of the law. While It has censed to be of much practical value as an authority In the courts. It remains an arbiter on all public discussions on tbe law or the constitution. What His Love Cost Edward had gone with bis mother for a western trip and the first day that he had a chance to do any shopping he purchased a postcard showing some of the places of Interest he had visited. He wrote on the card: "Dear DaddyI paid five cents for this card, so this will show, you how much I love yoc." Sugar in Philippines Sugar cune has been grown In the Philippine Islands since time Immemorial, but It Is considered probable thnt the sugar Industry was Introduced by tne t.ninese, since many of the early Implements used came from China. Times Have Changed Teacher Johnny, how many days are there In each month? Thought's Power Public opinion Is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that It Is which determines, or rather Indicates, his fate. Henry David Tboreau. Johnny: "Thirty days bath September, All the rest I can't remember; The calendar bangs on the walL Why bother me with this at all?" Setting Mother Crazy Bernlce, three years of age, was asked by ber daddy, who had Just returned from work, what she had been doing all day. "Oh." she answered, "just setting mother crazy." . . |