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Show - mm CIRCLE PATTERNS SEWING The Shirtwaister for Summer Wear Sunny Day Set for Little Girls HOME TOWN REPORTER CLARK MCMEEKIN Shan-io- n IHE STORY THUS FAR: Lark Is heartbroken when she learns that Is to be sold. Her her Horse, Madoc, Rector Shannon, had died recently, In debt. Bethel North, leaving the place near neighbor to the Shannons, held a note against Rector Shannon, and the she laid, would clear (ale of the horse, Bethel's son, and the note. David North, Lark's childhood sweetheart, arrives In she would like England and asks Lark If w go to America as his wife, but no love for her. Lark boards the David to Join ship Tempora, expecting receives word her, but Just as they tan that he had sailed the night before. On the name of the way aeross a groom by sick horse. Busby asks Lark to see fa-(l,- CHAPTER V "I've ridden a lot," Lark admitted, "I used to race my own horse, Madoc, at the county fairs when I was a child." Jarrod "You've good hands." glanced at them knowingly. "And I understand you've friendlied our Lancer here. What's your unprejudiced opinion about the mare?" He glanced anxiously at Penelope. "I think," Lark said with great conviction, "that she should be bled as soon as possible, 11 you hope to save her." "By the Great Horn Spoon, you're right," Jarrod said. "Lung fever It is, and no mistake, that's just what I've been trying to tell Busby." "Red Raskall, that's a good name for the old feller!" Jarrod chuckled, "Now run along, child. I don't want you around while this bleeding's done. It's a nasty business but as soon as Galphine comes we'll get It ever with." Busby stepped forward eagerly and opened the wicket for Lark. "Best go take a Miss," he said respectfully. "You're pale as a banshee. It's close and smelly W.N.U.ItR.VICl as the wave held Its pinnacle above the frail craft for one awful frozen second before it plummeted like an avalanche on the tiny speck of the which wag sucked under in its gargantuan gasp. Presently Lark found a thin thread of breath in her body. The walls of her chest were like iron bands, busting, one by one, as she gulped ravenously for air. After a while she reached out for help. But there was no help. The boat was gone. Clelia was gone. Everybody was gone. The glare of the distress rockets flared and died. Lark's hope receded. For a time she battled against the raging anger of the sea. Then something washed against her. Something hard and slick and buoyant. A spar. Her bands took hold of it Realized it Clutched it and held on for dear life. She woke to feel solid earth under her body. The swing and sway of the sea no longer hammocked her. Her eyes opened, turned first towards the stretch of breaking waves on the shingled shore, and then swung towards the beach that lay under her, the clumps of marsh grass, the rocks beyond, the rising hillocks topped by trees. Trees, land, life! Lark closed her eyes again and let the blessedness of sleep wash out the pain of death. Slowly, inch by inch, she edged her frozen, aching body up the shelving slope. The sand was warmer here, warm as a bake-ovedelicious! She managed to scrape out a shallow nest She peeled her wet clothes off, garment by garment, and spread them to dry. She stretched, and let the hot bright sun caress her back, her arms, the length and curve of her legs. She burrowed down deep into the sand. It was a sound that woke her, a sound when the sun stood high at noon; a most curious sound, not very far off from her. But she could see nothing. Nothing but the miles of waste sand and scrub with occasional fingers of tall marsh grass reaching down here and there like pointers to the sea. Now a shrill unearthly scream broke the silence, and Lark hung back for a moment, terrified and trembling. In an instant fresh courage came to her and she plunged forward, stumbling over the shells and driftwood which littered the beach. She topped the rise and peered beyond her. She could see what it was at last A horse, a red horse stained almost black by the sea, flecked and ringed with white ruffles wlwre the sweat and salt had dried on him. Lancer, the Red Raskall, why it was he! It surely was. He was caught in the quicksand and the tow of the outgoing tide! He was sunk above his fetlocks, above his knees, to his belly almost His eyes were wild and terror-strickehis head flung up in an agony of frustration as, with every convulsive movement he sank lower and lower. Lark tried the wet sand under her feet It was firm and safe here. Step by anxious step she crept out to him, calling his name softly, holding out her hand lovingly, trying, slowly and cautiously, to creep near enough to catch the dangling baiter the men attempted to toees. He was hobbled,bandage his trussed up hke a fowl in the market. Lark thought. I can't bear it. I can't! It was as if she, herself, was pinioned. Why didn't they cut him loose? must do that She tried toThey tell them so. She tried to speak, but she could not call out. There was an iron band around her throat. A wave of black nausea passed over her, and she retched miserably. After a time her sight and her senses came back to her. She opened her eyes and peered beyond the horses Into the further hold. There were men working there at the pumps. Her clearing vision out Clink Swalters' figure picked among tnem. life-bo- The black oily water swirled about their waists and encroached faster than the feeble pumps could suck It up, much faster; terrifyingly. fantastically, faster. Clink Swalters was working with the strength of ten men, cool and in command of the situation. Like an untiring piston, his arms bent and straightened, bent and straightened again. The unerring and pre- - n, n, and the boat's beginning bit." After lunch Clelia, who had missed Lark at the meal, came down again to see about her. "My dear," she exclaimed, "you look really ill, you're positively gTeen! I'm going to send the ship's doctor to take a look at you. Maybe he can give you some medicine that'll make you feel better." She pulled the blanket up about Lark's shoulders and hurried down here to roll a quickly away. Soon both the doctor and Clink Swalters came down and were most sympathetic. The doctor gave Lark a draft, and Clink suggested a bowl of cinnamon gruel, but Lark shook her head quite firmly and shuddered at the very thought. "If there's anything, anything at all, I can do to help, just send me word," Clink said with such sincerity that Lark was touched. For two days and a night the Tempora streaked ahead under full sail By late afternoon of the third Over the day land was In sight Virginia coastal Islands and the peninsula hung a curious saffron light Fog was banked up behind it and fingered through the golden veil. A strange uneasiness became ap- parent among those on board, and word went round that the glass had fallen astonishingly. The air was breathless and muggy. Toward evening a southeast wind sang in the shrouding. sprang up and A spatter of rain soon turned Into a downpour and sent the passengers below deck. A cold supper was served in the saloon and after it the passengers gathered in worried and fearful little groups. From hour to anxious hour the tension grew, as the lashed furniture broke loose and careened terrifyingly back and forth. Lark forced herself to remain calm as she heard, above the rising etorm, the thin little song of the boatswain's pipe, giving Its ordered commands. Across the room Minnie was down on her knees, praying loudly. In one hand she clutched her embroidered motto and in the other a bulky carpet bag. Her hysterical girls clustered about her, weeping copiously. Only Clelia sat quietly reading her Bible. She smiled at Lark reassuringly. Why, they were already within ight of land. Almost, one might "y, they had one foot on the Islands. That was what the passengers of the Tempora kept repeating over and over to one another. Because Lark acknowledged to herself now the full extent of danger. The Tempora was sinking. It as a fact that could no longer be doubted. That weakened timber had not been able to hold against the m'ghty pushing pressure of the fams. However, for a moment, could any of them have thought It She opened her eyes and peered beyond the horses. cise rhythm hypnotized Lark's unblinking stare. It was only when Big Dan straightened up and said, She "My blasted pump's broke. don't push out no water at all," that the spell was broken. All hope was finally gone. They cut the horses loose now, so that they would have their one chance in a thousand, and not be drowned sack. like kittens In a tight-tie- d Lancer was free at last, Lancer that big Red Raskall, who, in this hour of his almost certain death, was strong and beautiful and wild, urgent and quick with the wish for life. The men tried to coax him towards the ramp but he shook them off, refusing its sharp incline, whirling dangerously in the narrow space. The gray Dawes horse, Thunder Boy, took the ramp In a powerful scramble and plunged ahead Into the raging sea. Lark heard a piercing 6cream then, as the delicate mare, Penelope, shattered her knees in a crashing fall, heard the dull blow of the ax that, mercifully, ended her rope. Then it was that she remembered the spar on which she herself had floated to land. With the last strength in her body, she found it and managed to drag it to the horse, to force it in the small space left under his heaving, exhausting body, and to steady it as, with almost human intelligence, be seemed to understand its possible help, and, after a moment of stillness, made a last tremendous thrust, feeling the momentary purchase under him, making use of it and jerking himself agony. Captain Walesby was very calm, a desperately calm and agonized man. "This way," he said, "slowHe ly now. No pushing, please." were chilspoke to them as if they dren, small, stupid, deaf children, "Lark!" That was Clelia's shrill voice. Lark, here!" Lark edged over to stand beside Clelia in the line. They took hold of one another's hands and gripped That moment oi compantightly. ionship, that human touch was a little beacon to light the great loneliness that lay ahead. Busby pushed the two girls ahead of him into the readying that was swung now on a level with the deck. Clink Swalters thrust a hand and heavy oar into Busby's lifted him bodily into the boat. The Moroccan groom beside him dived ou!d, Lark wondered. into the open sea. She pressed on to hold There was not nearly enough room ladder. the Peered down the opening and In the three boats for all, but Capw great dark pool of water. tain Walesby was giving the passenthe crew, mebody had set a lantern on gers precedence over ckir' case down there, and, for which stood waiting in sullen silence me miraculous beside him. reason, it had the cascades of water that The boat the two girls were in P'sned through the torn with people. It was heavof swarmed planking the hull. Lark thought, I'm ily w'th clinging hands and cautious going to die. It doesn't matter much. of my adding u). Lark climbed slowly down the There isn't anySheusetried to get out. Her feet found the uncertain extra weight , ,dcr- of afy the floor at last. The wa- - but the davits whined querulously irled about her knees but. for as. the captain having given the sigof the e moment, rose no higher. To nal, the rowboat swung free its perilous de,de ' her was the and began where pulley cubby B y and the Moor's hammocks scent . e After a long moment it settled slung. These were swaying bea valley I e Pfecarious bird's nests In like a wounded gull in waves. It t tween two mountainous tree. All moment. Wa now- - hi nalter rested there for a down tted fast were suspended heart-beato the manger-board- , all as life, life-bo- t es-"P- over-loade- - wind-swep- u free. i With a rush and a scramble, he found a footing on the pebbly shelving shore and staggered toward safety, standing there, trembling and panting, with Lark's arm flung around his neck, her sobbing face buried in his mane. He knew the sound of her voice, the passionate tenderness of the words she spoke to him. He turned his bead and nuzzled her shoulder, whinnying softly, seeming to find comfort In her familiar presence. After a time, the horse raised his head and neighed challenglngly. He had evidently heard some sound that was too far off, too high and keen for the girl's ears. There was a long moment of silence. Then there came an answer. She stood startled, listening with every strained nerve in her body. It came from the beach. Her eyes sharpened in that direction. Ponies! Why they were ponies. In another minute they had reached the shallow water and found a footing in the sand, were coming up the slope, directly towards her. They didn't see ber. They were coming towards Red Raskall, approaching him with Joy and welcome. Their whinnying filled the air and made a confusion of shrill and eerie sound. Lark's fright melted from her at These were like their approach. friends greeting her, these tiny shaggy beasts, scarcely any bigger than dogs. The largest were only waist high, the colts barely above her knees. Why she could pick one up in her arms and cuddle it like a new-bor- a lamb! (TO BE CONTINUED) -- In Washington By WALTER A. SHEAD WNU Staff Correspondent Something Is Cooking WNtf Washington Bureau Union Trust Building '"PHE momentous news of world Import which is coming so fast these days pushes into the back- fit happenings of the routine operation of our government here In Washington. The fact, is that however, our governmental 'Si agencies must con- J tinue to function and it is likely that within the next week or 10 days some top flight news may be Walter Shead expected to start popping from tne department of commerce. Former vice president Henry A. Wallace, new secretary of commerce, has been ominously quiet since he took over from Jesse Jones. Wallace thrives on action and it's not like him to remain quiet. Clipped of his powers over the vast Reconstruction Finance corporation, the new commerce boss has been quietly combing the multi - numbered bureaus within his department with the assistance of a committee of three outstanding experts, in an effort to find out what makes commerce tick and to draw up a program on what the department needs for revitalization . . . rejuvenation along the Wallace ideas of government cooperation with business . . . with especial emphasis on small business. The rumpled-hairesecretary occupies a huge office, walnut paneled, on the fifth floor of the and block-wid- e gray stone of activbuilding. It is a bee-hiv- e ofg ity. Musty, staid, fices which line the maze of corridors are being given a thorough Walgoing-ove- r and lace wants a department of commerce which can be a real help, offer a stable program to business, not just an information and research agency. He is attempting to streamline the department for postwar action. One of the first needs of small business, he opines, in the postwar era is a return to what he calls character banking . . . that is, loans on a man's record and ability, rather than on his collateral assets. He declares that, since 1913, the increasingly small banks of the nation have been operating under bank examining rules which make it Impossible for these small banks to make this type of loan . . . and further believes that what he terms as equity financing . . . some modification of the government guaranteed loan plan of the FIIA, should be provided for business in this postwar ground the day-to-da- y d fi i :lt iff V :i: I 'V .. ":? J V-1 W 1331 2-- yrs. 6 Outdoor Set AN ADORABLE outfit for a sweet little girl. A rs sun bonnet to shade her face little wing sleeves to keep her cool1 it's an ensemble that she'll love to wear on sunny days. No. 1331 is designed for sizes 2. and 6 years. 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Pattern No. 18. 20; Australia's Bottle Tree Provides Food and Drink Nature must have been in a playful mood when she designed d bottle tree, the odd which grows in the tropical reOne would gions of Australia. never guess, from the tree's rugged appearance, that the inner part of the swollen stem is actually a nutritious food for both man and beast. The stem is also a reservoir for cool, sweet water. Many a thirsty Yank soldier on duty in Australia has tapped this tree for its refreshing liquid. Largest specimens are 50 to 60 feet high, and the trunk is six or seven feet thick. vase-shape- - " vr A, 4 y ;r' J 'hi if Colo . that Too .vine. "R TOO era. Closest to Wallace's heart, prob-blis his bureau of foreign and domestic commerce. to get "I am going to go all-othe maximum of usage from whatever powers may reside in the difficult bureau of foreign and domestic commerce to foster and develop trade here and abroad," he said. 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