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Show THE TIMES NKVS. NEPHi. UTAH Thursday, October 8, 1942 PAGE SET EN KatlileerhNorrisSays:' SEWING Love and Service Are Irresistible Weapons By ARTHUR STRINGER Bell Syndicate THK STORY SO FAB: Became ha and nil partner, Crater, need the money to keep Norland Airways In builnen, Alan Slade asrees to fly a "scientist" named Frayne and bis partner, Karneu, to the Anawotto river In learch of the trumpeter swan. With the proceeds Crater buys a plane, a Lockheed, which is stolen. When he returns from the Anawotto Slade starts out to look for the plane. Be has three clues, one of which appears to have lead up a blind alley. Slade thought the missing plane had soma connection with Frayne, but when be r returned to where be left the there was no trace of the plane, and Frayne appeared to be bunting swans. The second clue Is the story of Umanak, the esklmo, about a "ghost" plane that is supposed to come from Echo Harbor. The third clue Is Blade's hunch that If be finds a flyer named Slim Tumstead be will find the plane. Tumstead, who knows about the Lockheed and about Frayne, has disappeared. Now Slade, Umanak, and Blade's old prospector friends, Zeke and Mlnty, are all out looking for the plane. Slade has Just learned that his bunch was sound. Tumstead is with Frayne, and they have a plane somewhere. Now continue with the story. WNU Features. CIRCbEf Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1590-Is defor sizes 34. 36, 38. 40. 42. 44, 46 48. Size 38 with short sleeves takes 4', a yards material. signed and SEWIN'G CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Street S.in Francisco Calif. Enclose 20 cents In coins for each pattern desired. Pattern No Name Address Size swan-hunte- Outdid York On October and captured 132 Germans in the Battle of the another American soldier, Private Joseph Oklahombi, a Choctaw Indian, likewise captured 171 Germans singlehand-e- d in a battle near France, 20 Ar-gon- full-bloo- Saint-Etienn- 15 and burly figure that emerged He failed to see the from the tree shadows. CHAPTER XIII "On the contrary," retorted the older man, "you will sail away quite comfortably on the Kovalevka when she takes out her cargo. You will be carried safe and sound to Vladivostok, with money enough, remember, to give you three years of travel in Europe and all the vodka your was in a plane, and that plane was in flight He thought, at first that bis bodily helplessness was due to being so tightly wedged in between soiled ore bags and the pilot's seat But it was due, he found after an effort or two to move, to the fact that both his hands and feet were tied. heart may desire." Memory came back to him as he to considerseemed be Tumstead lay back trying to figure out the ing this. "But why doesn't your Kovalevka reason for all this. The final mists eddied away as he looked up and show up?" he questioned. saw that the man at the controls "She will come," was the precise-note- d was Tumstead. Slade made no efwe are answer, "when ready fort to speak. Instead, he quietly not for her. Ice conditions have in the hope of been of the best. And we, too, have tugged and twisted, himself. But his struggles" little slow in getting our freeing been were without result. shipment In shape." The plane's pilot however, must "So damned slow," Tumstead rehave become conscious of them, for use be stuff won't torted, "your any his was sardonic as he glanced smile to you. While you're combing the icicles out of your hair the war'll back over a shrugging shoulder. "Coming round?" he nonchalantbe over." "Silence," commanded the steeli- ly called out "What does this mean?" demander voice. "The men of my race are ' taught to do what they are com- ed Slade. Tumstead flew on for a moment manded to do." "And some of it," retorted the or two of silence. "It means you're lucky to be other, "I'd call uncommonly dirty alive," he finally announced. "That work." "It is not for you to question the bullhead who knocked you out went back for bis Luger. He was all set nature of my work." to give you the works." Tumstead' s laugh was harsh. Slade seemed to be giving thought "No, I'm merely a flyer," he acceded. "But I'm not the kind who to that statement "What are you going to do. with can keep a ship going without gas." It was the older man's turn to me?" he asked. "That" retorted Tumstead, "is stand thoughtful. to figure out The "That Is a problem," he finally what I'm trying of course, would be to easiest way, some in must we way said, "which drop you overboard. And that's solve." if we both Tumstead's repeated laugh was where you'd go, all right weren't flyers." edged with bitterness. "Then as one flyer to another," "I've gathered in everything that's Slade asked, "why did you steal loose and here between lying round the Pole," he protested. "And the this plane?" Tumstead's reply to that was a next pinch may put us all in the snort of laughter. "That's my own affair," he said. "I think not," said the other. "And "And you should have known better we have a problem more immithan nose in on it." nent." "You're flying for Frayne," said "What problem?" "Tho. snoopers which you spoke his prisoner. "Can you suggest anything betof. A means must be found to disthem." The speaker's ter?" courage Slade considered that question. glance circled about in the uncertain light that surrounded him. "Yes," he answered, "I know "They may be closer than we imag- something better." . ine." "What?" As Frayne disappeared within the "To head back to Waterways with tent Tumstead groped about for his this Lockheed, while there's still a fallen cup and reached once more chance of saving your scalp." for the coffeepot Slade, watching Tumstead's laugh was hard and him, backed quietly away through reckless. the underbrush. But his retreat was "Not on your life," he proclaimed. a brief one. He worked his way "It's your scalp you need to worry down the hollow between the hills about And it's going to be some and slowly ascended the opposing time before you get back to Waterslope. Then, seeking what cover ways." he could find, be circled back to"Why do you say that?" ward the lake front He stopped, Tumstead's glance went over the from time to time, to listen and terrain beneath his floats. look. But nothing, as be went came "Because, a little farther on, I'm between him and the object of his going to drop you where you'll stay advance. anchored for a considerable stretch That objective was the shadowy of time," he said. tangle of spruce trees at the water's Slade's response to that was. to edge. He noticed, as he drew near- struggle against the cords constricter, how a rough ramp of spruce ing bis wrists and ankles. But those logs had been built out from the struggles, he still found, were usehillside. It was so plainly a landing less. stage, to make easier the passing "Are we over the Anawotto?" of heavy freight into a plane cabin, questioned Slade, embittered by the that no shock of surprise touched thought of his helplessness. Slade when he peered under the "We are," answered Tumstead. matted treetops. For, standing there "And it's sure empty country." In the shadows, he saw the stolen Slade's trained ear told him, a Lockheed. minute later, that they were dropHe climbed to the ping lower. But from where he lay ramp and advanced to where two he could see nothing of the outside Oiled ore bags stood together at its world. He concluded, from the length outer edge. He stooped over one of time that Tumstead taxied along ef the bags, intent on determining the surface, that the waterway on Its contents. which they had landed was by no He failed to see the means a small one. He could hear and burly figure (hat the grating of the pontoons on a emerged from the tree shadows gravel bar. "All out" cried Tumstead. behind him and quletiy reached his and He for a spruce bole as long as the a still long bare arm that wielded It. prisoner ashore, where with He failed to hear any movement as deeper sense of helplessness Slade the newcomer crept forward, as si- tumbled full length along the pebafter taking a lent as a shadow, and brought the bled slope. There, two. he writhed breath or spruce bole down on the stooping shuddering and twisted about until he was dyer's head. back to a sitSlade went down like a clouted able to fight his way ting posture. rabbit "So you're going to leave me he said. rehere?" consciousness slowly as Slade, "I am," said Tumstead. "And I turned to him, found it no easy maton talk." ter to orient himself. His head can't waste time "But why are you doing this?" throbbed and his body seemed Slade. cramped Into quivering helplessness. persisted "Because you got too ambitious." Then the singing In his ears and Slade watched the plane being the quivering of his frame merged A In the shallows. Into the throb and drone of a motor, warped around awakened to the fact that he surge of desolation swept over him ' rough-timbere- the same 8, 1918, day that Sergt. Alvin York killed d half-swun- g half-tosse- d as he glanced about at the and barren-ridge- d island surrounded by its lonely reaches of open water. That island, he saw, had little to offer hinv Any scrub timber that grew between Its ridges, he realized, would be Joo small for the making of a raft And even with a raft to deliver him from that watery prison, he further realized as he stared about at the distant blue-hazhorizon, he would face a wilderness quite empty of life. "I won't get away," he said, "and you know it" Tumstead's laugh was defensively gruff. "Let's hope for the best," he said as he turned back to his cabin. He emerged, a moment later, with a sheath-knif- e in an old and battered holster. But as the other man unsheathed the knife Slade saw that the blade was keen-edge- d and long. His eye remained on Tumstead as he stepped closer, the knife in his hand. The quick look of apprehension that came from his captive caused Tumstead's dark face to crease with a smile. "I'm not that yellow," the latter announced as he stooped and cut the cords that bound Slade's wrists together. He was about to do the same with the cords that bound the ankles. But on second thought he drew back and replaced the knife In Its. sheath. This, after a moment's hesitation, he tossed a few paces farther up the shore slope, discreetly out of reach. Then as Slade sat trying to work life back into his benumbed hands the older man coolly explored the other's pockets. From them he extracted a lighter and a package of cigarettes. A cynic smile played about his lips as he touched the little flame to a cigarette end and tossed the lighter back to its owner. "You may need that" he observed. "But seeing I've been out of fags for over a week I'll keep the smokes." "So that's all the chance you give me," said Slade, watching him as he luxuriously inhaled. "It's about all I can afford," Tumstead said as he swung about and No glanced down at his fellow-flyelook of commiseration softened the older man's face. But for a moment a frown of meditation wrinkled his forehead, a frown followed by a small shoulder movement of dismissal. "Happy landing," was bis curtly ironic exclamation as he turned away and climbed aboard his ship. The man on the beach waited for the roar of the motor. But that familiar crescendo of sound failed to greet him. What he beard, instead, was Tumstead's cynically indifferent voice calling down to him. At the same time a package was tossed ashore. "That's a pound of German army chocolate," Tumstead announced as he tossed still another object toward the motionless figure on the shore " slope. "And here's a can of ALL-BRA- ft! to Every mother In tho land will want bake these scrumptious cookies. Children will demolish a plate of them la rave about their a wink. Grown-up- s "different" taBte and new crunchy texture They're made, of course, with the famous cereal, Kellogg's n. KELLOGG'S 3 squares un- - ed bully-beef.- He shrugged when no word of gratitude came from that still motionless figure. "And here's something for your cigarettes," was Tumstead's last curt call as he threw overboard an which struck empty tobacco-ti- n Slade on the shoulder and cam to a rest between his throbbing knees. Slade sat watching the plane as It taxied across the gray-blu- e water and rose In the air. He continued to watch as it headed northward over the ridges and faded away along the empty skyline. He sat without moving until the ache in his tightly bound ankles reminded him of other things. Then he looked about for the sheath-knifHe gave a gulp of gratitude when he saw it lying there, within ten paces of him. It took him some time to worm his way to the knife. But a little of the listlessness went out of his face as his Angers closed about the heavy haft. He lost no time In sawing through the cords and treeing his feet When he attempted to stand up, however, he discovered that his benumbed tegs were unable to support him. He had to sit there, for several minutes, waiting for feeling to come back to them. blue-miste- d tmnr rnritnrn BEST YOU EVER TASTED! " r. e, FUDGE N SQUARES ; d All-Br- n By KATHLEEN N ORRIS X Y HUSBAND'S fath- - er is foreign-born,- " i. V A writes Emma. "He lives with us, and there is never a meal during which the old man doesn't start up an argument in praise of the Fatherland. He is 83 years old, but strong and hearty; he owns the three bakeries of which my husband is manpays me good ager, and board. We have four sons and a daughter, whose ages range from 17 to 6; it is very hard for them to hear their country criticized, and its enemies praised all the time. "Up to this time Grandpa and I have always been good, friends. He is devoted to my children; he and they have had a little home orchestra ever since they were mere babies; they love him. He putters around the farm, practices his violin, likes to help me in the kitchen. I can boast that there was complete harmony and serenity in my home until just these last few months, when the curse of war seems to have crept in, and we are having difficulties in getting through a single meal without bitterness. "Otto, my husband, is the gentlest, most angel with which any wife and children ever could be blessed. He merely laughs about all this, and says, 'Go easy. Papa; we're all Americans here.' But the boys and I find it very hard to keep our mouths shut Last night the third boy, Harry, broke out suddenly, 'You could be sent to a concentration camp for saying that We were all shocked, Grandpa!' and the old man was reduced to tears, for Harry is his special favorite. Gave Iter His Farm. "What can I do to get us through the years that may be ahead, without destroying everything toward which Otto and I have been building all these years a happy home, with nothing but love and kindness In it? Grandpa wants to live with us now; he has given me this farm, but it is his own old home, that he and his wife built fifty years ago. He has a right to be here. "His only other son has an invalid wife; we will not break his heart by suggesting that he go to strangers. But this present situation Is almost unendurable to me and I would be deeply grateful for any solution that you might suggest." My solution, Emma, Is a simple and effective one. It is that yau take the four children into your confidence and play a game with Grandpa. He is too old ever to suspect it is a game, and its rules are such that the more outrageous his remarks the more fun the children will have. It consists merely in politeness. But not ordinary politeness. The politeness your children will learn from this game will last them all their lives. To illustrate what I mean: One of the fighting men of today was a small boy on our mountain ranch years ago; he spent most of his summers with us. We have a pool on the ranch, and two generations of children have learned to swim in the pool- - They bee1" In the shallow end, gasping under splashing water and never too far from the safety of the steps. They Soon Learned. But In no time tt all shrill shrieks of "Watch met Looky, I'm swimmingI'm diving I can go under water I can turn aomersaults!" Informs us that one mora boy or girl d PLAY A GAME The "Emma" who writes this letter has a problem we can all understand. She must choose between hurting an old man who loves the "F other-land- " he remembers mnd listening to him defend one of our country's enemies. Kathleen N orris advises Emma and her children to play a little game with him. It can do no harm, she says, and it may do a lot of good. What is the game? Just the light hearted practice of good manners and the loving kindness which is more convincing than all the arguments in the world. has taught himself or herself to ba at home in water. Well, this particular beloved boy was in the Midway sea battle and at Midway. A hot still day came when he found himself in the Pacific ocean, with only a plank between him' and death. Death indeed was all about him; waves of smoke and oil washed over him but he had been trained to dive and float and stand on his head and save his breath, and he could hold out where other gallant boys could not. He was battered and blackened and slippery when they picked him up, but his first remark was that he could have stuck it out for another six hours. The moral for you in this story is that you have an opportunity now to teach your five children mental and spiritual diving and swimming and endurance, and you must not miss the valuable chance. Tell them that because Grandpa is old, and because he remembers so fondly the Fatherland of his youth, which he has not visited for more than forty years, and because he DID emigrate to this country with a good father, when he was only 17, you are going to humor him In hi; delusions. Be sure to make it a game. Grandpa Will Be Delighted. It is a game of smiles, agreement, attention, good manners. They will enjoy it tremendously, once they are well into it Grandpa will be first delighted and flattered, and then inevitably softened. Their courtesy will lead him to speak of his childhood, of the old days of music and gardens and home, and he will grow less assertive and truculent every day. Nobody can argue with himself, and a smiling nod and pleasant assent will daunt him as no vituperation could. What harm will It do? It won't make the boys one whit less loyal to America; it will teach them the mighty power of good over evil. And when once a boy or girl has learned that lesson he or she has been given a greater treasure than anything else you could wish for him. If the nations had learned it, far back in the past when nations were young and small, poor old Grandpa would not have to be violently defending the policy of a murderer, liar and robber today. Yes, I mean Hitler. Silence, love and service rre Irresistible weapons. Your children will soon find them so strong 'that they will be almost sorry to use them. It will be almost cruel to baffle Grandpa by a gentle rejoinder, a friendly glance. Impress upon them that what a man of 83 says is colored by his happy childhood in the old country, of the music he loves, of the pain and nervousness and anxiety that he is suffering now with the rest of us. SQUARES 1 cup sugar sweetened cup flour V4 cup chocolate cup nutmeats cup butter 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 2 eggs Melt chocolate over hot water and add butter. Beat egg3 well, add sugar and beat until light and fluffy. Add melted chocolate and butter. Stir In flour, chopped nutmeats and flavoring. Pour Into greased pan, making Inch thick. a layer about one-thiBake In moderate oven (375F.) about 20 minutes. Yield: Bixteen TMs game o smiles, agreement and good manners will be enjoyed by the children. And the foreign-borGrandpa will be first delighted and flattered, and then, inevitably, softened. 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