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Show fhursday, December THE 7, 1939 By MARTHA ove. O MARTHA OSTENSO WNU Lovely, Independent Autumn Dean, returning home to British Columbia from broad without her father' knowledge, stops at the home of Hector, Cardigan, n old family friend. He tells her that the should not have come-homethat nines have chaneed. Arrivine home at the "Castle of the Norns." she Is creeted ovingly by her father. Jarvis Dean, who gives her to understand that she Is wel- bome for a short visit. Her mother, former belle named Milllcent Odell, has been dead for years. Autumn cannot understand her father's attitude, though wes htm to understand that she Is home for good. She has grown tired of life in IKngland. where she lived with an aunt. Her father gives a welcoming dance at tha Lastle. Autumn meets Florlan Parr, dashing, d young man of the Late In the evening Autumn leaves the dance, tides horseback to the leighboring ranch where she meets Bruce Landor. friend and champion of her Ichildtiood days. He taKes her to see his mother, an Invalid. His father is aeaa. nought to have killed himself. As soon as his mother sees Autumn she com mands Bruce to take her away, that death follows In the wake of the Odells. Autumn is both saddened and perplexed. Bruce, apologetic, can offer no reason for his mother's attitude. Autumn calls again on Hector Cardigan this time to find out the reason for Mrs. Landor's outburst. From his conversation she Inferred that Geoffrey Landor killed himself because he loved Millicent Dean, her mother. Meanwhile, Bruce Landor rides to the spot where his father's body was found years before. There he meets Autumn, who, leaving Hector, was searching for a lost child. Bruce had found the child, and there Autumn and he talk of their families. They agree that her mother and his father loved each other deeply and that their love is the cause of present antagonism. CHAPTER IV Continued Even old Hannah had slowly re adjusted her whole psychology with Autumn as the center and controlling force of the new order. That, no doubt, was what irritated him. He could never have admitted to himself that anything or anyone in the world could have usurped his place in this house that had sheltered him for almost a quarter of a century. Nor was the girl conscious of what she had done he would say that for her. She would be the first to protest that he was still master in his own house and his word was law. She was loyal, if loyalty could be said to exist in the hearts of these young irresponsibles, and she was affection itself. He had loved the girl devotedly during the years she had been away from him, but the feeling he had for her now that she was back had grown so deep that the tears started to his eyes now as he thought of her. Just now he was more resolved than ever that they should quit the country. He had seen Autumn in the company of this young Parr. There was a nincompoop, if ever there was one. What was wrong with a man like old Elliot Parr that he could breed nothing better than d numbskull like Flor- a ian? The race must be going to the dogs! And what could a girl like Autumn see in him? He wasn't even thoroughly a bad one he was a mere nothing! Why in the devil hadn't the girl found herself a decent husband long ago? He blamed her Aunt Flo for that. Flo never had been one you could count on. Well, he would have no daughter of his mate with Florian Parr much as ho admired Elliot. A cold chill passed over him as his thoughts turned to Bruce Landor. Jarvis had seen Landor and Autumn riding home together last night after that fool affair of the lost Willmar boy. What was getting into people that they couldn't take care of their own brats any longer? Damn it all, parents nowadays had no sense of responsibility. Well, he would look after his own, at any rate. If he was called upon to do so, he would tell Autumn emphatically that the Deans and the Lan-dor- s belonged to different worlds and they would stay where they beIf that wasn't enough, be longed. He would But would go further. why get so wrought up over a mere hypothesis? He got up quickly at the sound of motor coming to a halt before th d He tossed his house. cigar into the fireplace and stepped to a small cupboard that stood back In one corner. He poured himself a Sizable drink of his favorite Scotch blend and held it for a moment toward the sunlit window before he lirank it. He closed the cupboard bind went to his room on the same loor. He would have to brush up a bit before going down to dinner. hare-braine- half-smoke- Florian Parr filled the two glasses a second time ana nanaea one to Autumn. He was well pleased with himself. He had spent a large part f a beautiful Sunday afternoon In he company "of Jarvis Dean's laughter and had watched her as he swung her car dizzily over trails the had never traveled before. He I had listened to her gay chatter and I had done his best to contribute his I own share of small talk about Lon-- I don and Paris and the men and women that belonged to the world he had left when his father had made it plain that if he wished to remain in It an lonser he would have to pay his own bills. It had been a delightful outing almost like a visit with an old friend. He had thought Autumn beautiful when he had sat beside her during their ride but he had never seen anyone quite so ravishing as the girl who stood before him now and lifted her refilled glass. She was gowned in a coolly glowing white satin that clung the length of her body and flared out almost to the floor; small tips of green pumps peered out from below the white. nd at her throat on a platinum hnin hurts a large single emerald. r fnther's gift, she had explained. her twenty-firs- t birthday. He raised his glass toward her and smiled. "You may drink to what you please.'' he said, "but I'm toasting the queen of the Upper i CounWy!" "Qjc cm are becoming so old Flnrian." she countered. Urn n.t flattered " fash-loned- . "1 OSTENSO SERVICE THE STORY THTJS FAR iill If "None whatever, sir. It's my opinion that she has had some experience in the business. She ought to be able to look after herself by this." "Rather," Florian drawled. "She managed the affair quite nicely, I should say. Can I help you to a cocktail, sir?" "No," Jarvis replied, "I'm a serious man and have too much respect for my stomach, thank God. to punish it with such infernal concoctions." Florian laughed and filled his own glass. "Father sends you his respects, sir," he said, "and would like to see you when you can take a day off." "And I'd like to see him, too," Jarvis replied, seating himself. "I have asked Autumn down for Florthe polo game next week-end,- " ian went on. "Perhaps you could find the time, sir" "Not yet, not yet," Jarvis replied. "It's a busy time of the year for me. Besides, you youngsters will have more fun without too many old codgers hanging about" His big white head was thrust forward in its characteristic way as though he were eager to show an Interest in the plans and projects of these youngsters while his mind and his obscure spirit remained withdrawn, remote. Autumn had seen the deaf and the blind make that same piteous effort at sociabil- "My error," he apologized with a slight bow. "I'll compromise on the Princess they're still in style, aren't they?" "Expatriated," she observed. "Good enough," he said, and drained his glass eagerly. Autumn sipped her cocktail and took a cigarette from the box on the low table that held the shaker an its tray. "You know," Florian went on, setting his glass aside, "I can't help thinking of you as carrying on the legend of your forebears your mother and her mother. They must have been lovely creatures to have ity. given life to such traditions as they "Now, Daddy!" she rebuked him. have handed down." "You're Just fishing. You want us "Lovely," Autumn said, " and to assure you that you are the best- flaming." "Lovely and flaming!" Florlan repeated. "My father has told me about your mother, especially. You must be very like her." "I know very little of my moth er," Autumn replied, "except what I have been told." He came and stood beside her, erect and confident in his manner. His eyes were narrowed as he looked down at her. "You will find me very abrupt at times. Autumn," he said. "I have learned it simplifies matters very often to speak one's mind. I have been thinking about us." "Us, Florian?" Autumn smiled. "I'd almost swear you were going to propose to me." "But I am," he said. "I believe you and I were made for each oth er." . She laughed lightly. ."Why, Florian what a quaint ideal I don't believe those words have ever been used before!" "They may have been," he ad mitted, "but never more appropriately. We both come from adventurous stock. There is something untamed in both of us. We are both gamblers. But I've never been more serious In my life. I want to marry you." Autumn could not doubt his seriousness. The knowledge made her "Florian," she said, thoughtful. "you really are a dear." A perverse humor seized her. "Suppose I tell you that I'll think it over?" "Excellent!" he replied, placing an arm abruptly about her shoulders. "You are permitting me to was the note of the It Basque bell. d tight-fittin- pea-gree- NEPHI. UTAH neath them. Under the jacket he had worn a checked shirt and where the jacket gaped aside, suspenders of a brilliant green drew his thread bare trousers almost up to his armpits, leaving his bare shins exposed. He had worn hobnailed boots, and had carried a birch stick over his shoulder, at the end of which a gray bundle had been securely lashed. The Laird out of the kindness of his heart, and probably a whimsical humor, had given him employment as old Absolom's helper. His name, they had discovered, was Clancy Shane, but Jarvis Dean had Jocularly nicknamed him "Moony." On a sudden impulse. Autumn had gone back into the house and brought out the Basque bell She had entrusted it to the keeping of Clancy Shane, who had secured it to the wether of his flock. And now, from the opposite hillside, came tht pure sound of the bell, singularly innocent across the hollow distance. The sound turned her thoughts again to Bruce Landor, who had scarcely been out of her mind during the past week. She thought of their meeting at Hector Cardigan's, when she had gone to fetch home the bell, and of her telling him about Hector's conceit concerning it. There was something in the sound of the bell now that brought the lovely wraith of her mother before her out of the nebulous glamor of the past. This had been Millicent Odell's world, the world of the pioneers and the subtle architects of empire, and now in turn it was her world. Suddenly she was glad, glad with all her heart that she was back home where life had meaning, where life was a profound harmony. She pulled a bit of bloom off a sage bush and began to pick it to pieces with her fingers. There had come upon her a revelation that dismayed, frightened and exalted her. She stood for a moment looking down into the valley where the shadows were beginning to deepen, then, impetuously flinging away the shrub which she held, she mounted her horse again and rode westward to ward the Landor ranch. Bruce Landor sat before the rough plank table in the herder's cabin in the ravine. The place was deserted now, the men having gone to the hills the previous day. The lamp stood lighted on the table before him. He had put the place in order and was ready at last to leave for home. He drew together the papers on which he had been idly speculating, making estimates of his returns from the season's shearing, and noting the Increase over last year's gains. The season had begun auspiciously. He swung quickly about in his chair as a slight sound came to him from the door. Autumn Dean stood there in her black riding habit, a russet scarf at her throat, the dim light casting lit- -. tie facets on her brown leather boots. Her hat was in her hand, and her hair had blown free. Her face was a glowing cameo against the outer darkness. "Am I intruding?" she asked, entering almost hesitatingly. "One of your men told me I should find you here." looking and most fascinating gentleman in the Upper Country, and that no party would be complete without you." The tapers of the Laird's infrequent smile lighted for a brief mo ment of pleasure in his eyes. "I could go perhaps," he admitted. "I'll see how things are in a week's time. I'd enjoy a day with hope, then?" Elliot Parr." She laughed up at him. "Not at Old Hannah stepped into the doorall Florian," she said. "I am in way and announced dinner. effect refusing you." His serious mood vanished suddenAn hour before sunset the sky ly. He was actually amused at the had been overcast, with a purple situation. He chortled and stepped caravan of thunderheads in the back from her. It was the first west; the thrumming of insects and time he had ever really proposed the humid, flower smell of the air to any girl in earnest and she presaged rain. On a grassy hillthought she was turning him down! top ten miles eastward from the Jarvis Dean's girl at that, with a Castle, Autumn dismounted from her background as iniquitous as sinl It horse and let the animal graze while was that background that lent she stood and looked into the valley piquancy to his quest, after all. and below. besides, by the Lord Harry, be was On the slopes that streamed into crazy about the girl! the valley like smooth reddish casPresently his amusement subsided cades in the low sun, more than and his lips drew to a thin, petulant seven thousand head of sheep moved line. in bands, twelve hundred to a band. "I'll give you time to think about At dawn the herders had started it. Autumn," be said, striving to them from home on the trek up into the mountains to the very margins carry It off with a gay, inconsequential air. "When we are alone again, of the eternal snows, in the relentI'll tell you how I love you." less, lonely quest for grass. Now, from the hillside directly op"And how do you love me, Florlan?" Her tone was gently mocking. posite her across the little valley, half-mil- e came Florlan stepped toward her again thecrow's flight sweet noteaway, of a bell. limpidly and grasped her wrist. Autumn was seemed to Autumn that the sound amazed to see that his face had It was almost visible, floating like gone suddenly pale. some silver bubble within that rosy "Don't be a little fool!" he said. dome of silence, lingering and van"You know when you've met your ishing into the infinity whence it had equal in nerve in contempt for come. life. You are going to marry me. It was the note of the Basque bell. Autumn, because we see eye to A fancy had seized her that morneye." He released her and walked away ing while she had watched her faas Jarvis Dean's footstep was heard ther's men preparing for their deweek before, there descending the stairway. Autumn parture. Only had come to the ranch youth of turned to greet her father. "Come along in. Daddy - she nineteen or twenty whose appearcalled. "Florian has Just been pro- ance had been. so bizarre that the Willmar children had gathered posing to me." around him with frank curiosity. He Jarvis Dean's face lighted with a had come from the soda mines up smile as he entered the room. and was seeking employment "He'll be safe enough so long as north, as a herder. He was slight of build, you don't accept him." he said. not over medium height, and on the "1 think it was the cocktails that back of his head he had worn a did it." Autumn laughed. shapeless homespun cap, set so that "A g'tod dinner will fix that," said a mop of hair started the Laird, giving Florlan his hand out abruptly from beneath Its peak "How are you, my boy?" He had worn a short, "Topping!" Florian said, as their coat, a jerkin. Autumn had supposed hands crossed. "I hope you have it was, also homespun and of a faded so Incommodious in the no objection to my proposing to Au tumn. I really couldn't help it, you tleeves that the red joints of his know." wrists stuck painfully out from be twine-colore- TIMES-NEW- g Bruce got up hurriedly and drew out the other chair. A flush had mounted to his brows, and as he stood for a moment uncertainly before her, he drew his hand diffidently back across his hair. You certainly aren't intruding," he said. "I was just wasting time with figures. But wherever did you come from?" She seated herself and tossed her hat upon the table. Out in the hills," she said. "We had an early dinner, and I took a ride out for a look at the sheep. The men left for the range this morning. The evening was so soft and cool I just couldn't go indoors. I came deliberately to see you after I got back. You see I'm a bold woman, Bruce!" "I'm glad you are! I've been as lonely as hell tonight With the men all gone" "Loneliness is in the air, I guess. The sound of that darn bell did for me." "Bell?" "That bell I got from Hector, you know. I gave it to a young Irish lad that father hired last week." "You mean you sent that Basque bell of Hector's into the hills? You'd better not tell Hector that." "Oh, I don't know. I think Hector would understand. That bell wasn't meant to hang in a drawing room." "But it's such a precious thing-- out on the range all summer " "It will come back. It's charmed. Anyhow I like the idea." Bruce lit a cigarette and Autumn, watching him, thought how and brown his hands were. "May I have one?" she asked. "Sorry," he apologized. "You see, in spite of myself, I still think of you as the little schoolgirl I used to know." "The one you fought for?" she asked as she accepted a light "The same," he replied. "You'll have to get over that Bruce," she told him. "I'm very much grown up." "Perhaps I'm afraid of getting over it," he said bluntly. "Why?" "Because as a woman you've been in my mind constantly ever since I saw you again that first night" Bruce leaned forward slightly and looked directly into her eyes. Her glance fell slowly, and a line of quick pain appeared between her well-shape- d brows. "And that frightens you. Bruce?" BE COMIMLDt no PAGE SEVEN HOW .T9. SE Star Bust "k "k Films in the West What to Call It? Watch Turns, Rudy! 4- - ' Uy Virginia Vale a time when THERE was invitation extended to the motion picture industry by Mayor La Guardia of New York to move to that city would have produced at least a ripple of interest in Hollywood. But not now. The motion picture potentates agree with the mayor when he says that New York's a city, that it is the center of the theatrical business and so has more actors than any other town an important faet nowadays, when so many people are coaxed from the stage to the screen. 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