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Show BEAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER, Tremonton, Utah Page Six -- !Iiss3 i I r." Under Luzon Fire - r 3 CLARK MCMEEKIN tough short mane where it began. He sidled away from her, ears back, shaking his head, stamping out furiously now with his nervous hoofs. Lark, her hand hard and firm on his neck, made a springing leap from the ground, scrambling for a seat on his back, for a kneehold barabout that slim quick rel. It was her skirts that hampered her, her awkward billowing stiffish skirts. Almost, she was secure, gripping with knees that were cramped from the crawling and waiting. Red Raskall reared before she was ready, reared and came down like a catapult, head low now, legs stiff for the jarring impact, and CHAPTER VII Lark knew she'd lost him, knew her "You be alone," he satd. "You seat wasn't firm and right, knew it, told me that fella North ain't this and went rolling headlong into the ide the water, and the Hastings sand riffle of the ridge base. But even as she knew it, even as woman likely don't know you're coming. Who's going to look for you she sobbed in the sickening disapif you can't get away from the inn? pointment of the fall, she saw Gait Won't it be taken for a fact you spring for the horse, spring from the ridge where he'd lain hidden, drownded on the Tempora?" "Why in the world would they want spring and throw a long, sure sinto keep me at the inn?" ewy leg over the plunging horse's "I could tell you," Gait said un- shoulders, bend close along the happily. "Lot 0' rough uns coming neck, lace strong bare arms around to the Inn, time to time. I just Red Raskall's neck, and then the ht don't aim to take you there. That's rider and horse were out an end to it. I aim to go now, and over the ridge top, and she heard come back for you and make for the slither of hoofs in the downHorntown after dark, tonight." ward rush for the beach, heard the "Suppose you don't get to the splash and echo of a heavy body mainland, now?" striking water. . . , Lark raced for the ridge top and Gait looked at the placid sky and saw Gait, still on the Raskall's back, dancing water. "Why?" "It could storm you could far out in the water now. He was drown," trying to urge the horse back to-"That be foolish." He turned back to the dinghy. "I can tell you this. I will come back for you. And if I'd been your fine David North, I wouldn't on no account missed that Tempora barkentine. I wouldn't of sent a note, I'd have been there." Lark said scornfully, ragingly, "You you . . , you're not fit to polish the boots of a man like David North. You're" .1 "I ain't studying 'bout polishing his boots." Gait pushed the dinghy loose from the wet clinging beach. "I Just said truth. I'd have been there. I'll be here tonight." "Ponies." Gait dropped down at once, out of sight against the side of the boat. "Lie flat, Lark." "They land at the point," Lark said indifferently. "I've seen them da it time and again, since I've been here. There's some soft grass Jn the valley they like." Gait nodded, watching. And then the indifference, the hopelessness was washed from Lark because she saw the lead horse, the n stallion, rising from big (the water, finding his footing on the rocky point, standing there in the marsh grass, wet, gleaming, magnificent, dwarfing the ponies that swarmed up about him. ! "That's Red Raskall!" She barely made the words. "Look, Gait! That's the horse I told you about. He's come back. . . , If we could only Don't you move! I think he sees us!" "If he was but the stallion named Red Raskall reared before she was jLancer," Gait said excitedly, "and we could. but snare him, Squire Ter-Iraiready. would give a hundred pound 'reward for him. So I heard him say, wards the shore, turning him with and that's what his posted reward talking to him, his offers. I read it. A special re- arms hugging the stallion's neck. . . . And then Red Raskall was ward." i He brought a coil of tarred rope, floundering, turning, coming back (from under the prow seat of the now, slipping on the shells and peb'dinghy, and handed it to Lark. "See bles, coming up, quivering, a hunin an outdred yards 'can you fashion a halter, while creep to the ridge top. If we could growth of thick marsh reeds. "Gait how did you do it? Gait jget a hand on, we'd have to have a 'way to hold him, and I don't like to that was unbelievable!" Lark watched the dinghy with her inoose him. Too much chance he'll sail-raget her back to ichoke himself. I've seen many a breeze scud for the western and the do be wilder that. than They pony land smudge. After a while it took Iloons.'J He looked back and beckoned and on grace and a certain beauty. The d young fellow strange she followed, conscious of the rus was and beautiher of straight sailing her noise skirts, tling 'afraid she might cough or sneeze, ful too, now. Distance was kind to his disreputatense with hope and excitement. ble clothes, the old white scars, his Red Raskall was grazing a little It beyond the herd, and Gait and Lark matted hair, and tragic eyes. of slipped back down the ridge to the pointed up the long clean lines beach and ran along quietly, swift him, his ease and sureness as the ly, until Gait said they must be dinghy bobbed and shivered, dissolvabout opposite the horse now, if he ing finally in a dancing shadow, a point, nothingness. . . . hadn't moved too much. With the sudden fear that Red "Does he get back in the midst of 'em," he said breathlessly, "we'll Raskall was gone, Lark hurried never get near him." through the ridge break and saw that They eased back up the ridge, and he was there, hitching his head up Lark, raising her cautious head to and down, trying to shake off the look over its top, was electrified to hobble and halter. It was almost twilight when she gee him Just beyond them, just a saw a boat coming from the direcbare few feet away, there. , . "Gait let me try!" Lark laid the tion of the mainland. It was bigthe dinghy of the morning. rope halter down. "I'm sure he'll ger than It looked like the small fishing boats know me. I believe I can" Lark had seen off the Cornish She crept from the shelter of the coast, one summer's trip. It was a scrub growth, down the steep and little yawl with mast, mainsail and iandy ridge side, on her knees. The jib, and a tiny jigger mast stepped horse was facing upwind. . . . With astern. It was manned by two enormous care and caution Lark be- far strange men, Lark realized now. A gan to stand up. She could almost thick-se- t heavy man, with a cap reach out and touch him. . . . Softly, low over his eyes, tended pulled all but soundlessly, she whistled, the mainsail and jib. A taller, soothingly, coaxingly. She spoke his younger-lookinfigure, with neat name, "Whoa, Lancer, whoa, boy, clubbed hair and a white shirt, was easy, Red Raskall. at the tiller in the yawl's stern. Lancer wheeled, stopped, stood Neither of them responded to for a poised instant, watching Lark. Lark's waving, but when they came His lip curled back and he stamped, nearer, she saw that the younglooking toward the startled ponies er one, the man in the fresh white row, his tail flicking like a snapping shirt and clean faded sailor's whip. Lark walked toward him. breeches, was Gait She closed the little space with her "I thought you'd never come!" leisurely steps, talking to him. He Lark called. "Oh, Gait, I am so tepped backward edgily, making glad to see you. You look splendid, the whimpering sound again, his Gait- -" yes rolling white and unsure. . . . She hushed before the look on his Ber hand was on his neck, the fact, the guarded, sullen look. The n base of his beautiful neck. squat heavy man jumped out first, Sh was knotting her fingers In th as tha boat touched. THE STORY THIS FAR: Lark Shanwhose horse, Madoe, wai old to clear a debt when her father died, taili from England for America. David North, whom the loves, was to make the trip with her, but disappoints her by sailing the night before. When In sight of the Virginia coast the ship encounters a violent storm. Lark manages to get into a lifeboat, but it is swamped. She grabs a spar and when she awakens feels solid ground beneath her. After recovering ber strength, she sees Lancer, the Red Easkall, a fine horse who escaped from the ship, sinking in quicksand. With the spar that saved her she saves him. The next day Gait Withe, a bound servant discovers her on the Island. non, red-brow- n o(. ir MS red-brow- knee-pressur- e, d wild-haire- salt-cruste- d g ..." ttd-brow- J7 t W.N.U.SCR.VICE if f He grinned at Lark. He looked her over, curiously. "We!!," he said, his voice thick, propmuddy, "un be a sweet-mea- t, er! Gawd, that popinjay. Gait! That hissel' for buck, that fop, who laid the rail! White shirtin' hissel' an" he was sailin' out fer oyschers!" "Un Cony!" Gait said furiously, and the squat man laid a hand on the butt of the pistol hanging from his belt. "What be un's name, sweetmeat?" Cony walked toward Lark. He was short and powerfully made, astonishingly hairy, even his long arms covered by a thatch of sunburned hair that grew from fingers to shoulders. He had broad flat features and ruddy, stubbled skin, that gathered in folds under bulging black eyes. He wore only filthy trousers and a filthier cap. Over his head Lark's eyes met Gait's despairing ones. He was trying hard to tell her something, some wordless warning. "I say, I lash hell out o" un, Gait, secrets from me.' " Cony laughed enormously, winking at Lark. "Where un come from, sweetmeat? I ain't never seed un Horn-tow- n A ir 5 j I. I Firth. V 1 K J U Lfelone Summers. Mr nnrl Mrs Rav Zolinrer Soent the weekend in Idaho, Mrs Thomas Summers left Wednesday for Arizona, where she will be with her daughter Yvonne. Mrs Clair Firth has been visiting friends and relatives in Grace, Idaho . Mr and Mrs. Jess Nicholas w ere weekend visitors at the home of Mr and Mrs Bert Firth Mr. and Mrs. Guy Bosley entertained at a chili supper Friday evening Joe Firth and son Danel spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Earl I 2 jf" Nola, a.--d Thursday, February Mr. and Mrs. Earl Sears and family, and Robert Ellis spent Thursday with Mr and Mrs. Clifford Stark and family Mr. and Mrs. Clair Firth were visitors at the home of Mr and Mrs. Earl Firth, Sunday. Mrs. Ray Firth and Mrs. Reuben Fuller spent Sunday with Mr 'I i - 15 1340 feeder lambs and deliver J . tn. fW Hiiuom theft ne M. 1 A. sponsored th Heart Ball held Tuesdav s -- v.. liuu. j cere good crowd and the danc, wag J a joyed. Mr. and Mrs. gl and Mr and Mrs. Lvl t,u "'nam i were in fVri.n neaday. Mr. and Mrs Ned Shaffer children of Malad s j guests of Mr. and Mrs L p fer. Alta and Margene Rhodes ited with relatives in Salt City from Wednesday to FrdT Z last week. Mrs Hilda Forrest of Eriw City called on her brothers, .m? and Alva Rhodes and families iast week. Mr. and Mrs. Mark Wood m family of Salt Lake City spent weekend with her parents, Mr an Mrs. J. W. Rhodes. ca- - w-r- e a- 2 and Mrs. Earl Firth. S. NORMAN EAST GARLAND These drawings were made by Norman Millett Thomas, Portland, Me., as a member of the coast guard aiding in the landings at way." Luzon. They were drawn during the T was shipwrecked on the Tempora," Lark said coldly. "I'm Lark Luzon mopping up by American Shannon, a minister's daughter, on troops. This particular beachhead my way to Mistress Mara Hastings' was secured at great loss. Dame School in Norfolk, Virginia. if you dare to lash Gait I'll report you to the authorities there." now!" "Blast me for a blow-toaCony grinned. "How un figure to git to Norfolk, sweetmeat?" "Stage or carriage. However people usually go." "Stage or carriage, now! Has un money for stage or carriage?" "Not here. Of course not! I told I'll send you I was shipwrecked. word to Mr, David North, of the Cargoe Riske Company in Norfolk. He'll be coming from England. He'll send money, or come for me." "Un be warm spirited," Cony said "Un say un got Cargoe gravely. Riske money to call on, sweet- meat?" Lark hesitated, saying finally, "Mr. David North of that company is a friend. He will certainly see I get to Norfolk." "Gait can write the Cargoe Riske," Cony said, chuckling. "He be a great hand for letters, Gait. How come he have the handsome luck to find un, sweetmeat?" "I seed her here," Gait said, sullenly. "I seed her an' put in." Cony snorted, looking interestedly at the dinghy marks and Gait's bare footprints in the sand. Then his eyes followed Gait's and Lark's prints toward the ridge break, beyond which lay the little secret cache of Gait's, and Red Raskall, grazing in the valley. Lark's breath shortened as if she had been running. "Sure," Cony said. "Then whyn't un come to land with Gait this dawn? ABSTRACTOR Established 40 Years The Bee Hive girls under the direction of Mrs. Peail Grover, gave a splendid presentation of the one act drama, "Ask Nancy" cn Tuesday evening of last week. e Those taking parts were: Rhodes. Erma Oyler, Betty Jean Sorensen, Diane Rhodes, Pauline Petersen and Ilene St Ger-aldm- BRIGHAM BOTHWELL Delos Adams, and WATER SOFTENERS daughters Miss Shirley Anderson of Ogden Ardin and Maxine were guests at spent the week end with Mr. and a family dinner Sunday at the Mrs. Virgie Anderson and family, home of Mr. and Mrs. Doi: Bourne in honor of Ralph Ellis who For the Home left in Ogden Mrs. Wayne Boothe, whose birthday it was, was guest for the armed forces. Mr. and Mrs Clifford Stark at a supper Wednesday night in honor of Ralph Ellis who left for the Navy on the tenth. Those present were as follows: Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Ellis, Mr ar.d Mrs. LaVal Anderson, Mr and Mrs. Al Thompson, Mr and Mrs. Ray Shaw and Mr. asd Mrs. LeRoy L. Ellis A Sweet Hearts ball was held Wednesday. A very large crowd attended and all had a grand time. Dee Firth and Bert Forsgren left on the 10th for the army. We of the ward wish them good luck and God's speed. Mr. and Mrs E. H Cornwall were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Virgil Anlerson and family. Private Wendell Harris and Billie Pond spent Monday with cd ot honor Mrs. Ida Rhodes gave instructions on finishing articles of wearing apparel at the regular work and business meeting of the Relief Society Tuesday afternoon. It was b ;s crodecided that the chet a lace cover for the large oak table in the Relief Society room. Mrs. Letitia Sorensen, Mrs. Edna Larson and Mrs. Ann Sorensen, the hostesses, served a tasty tray lunch. The Honeyville basketball boys came over Monday evening and played a game with the local team. The locals won the game. Mr and Mrs Alva Rhodes, Mr. and Mrs. Keith Rhodes made a busaness trip to Salt Lake week. R J. Potter, Leroy Atkinson an Alva Rhodes finished off their Cit-la- st CITY. UTAH Ask About Our . And LEE NEW FURNACES; Are Now Available ' Water Pumps Pipes and Fittings Sheet Metal Work 0. W. EWER PLUMBING & HEATING Phone 126 Tremonton My notion, is, he told un ugly tales, scarin' un, like. How I see it, be this. Gait had him some good reason to come here, first off. Tain't nature to come 'thin fi' mile o' old Ghost. Quicksand here, an' a horde 0' dead bones, an" a stinkin under- 7y tow second to none. Now why'd he come?" "He was fishing.' The big hoof-prinof Red Raskall were clear, along here, Lark noticed. She tried ts to hurry. "What un's haste, sweetmeat?" Cony reached out, pinched her arm gently. "Un ben't weak nor undue thin, bidin' a full week here alone. Maybe un got other friends washed up with un. Maybe un's Mr, David North be round about, fendin' for ., un." "You don't believe any castaway would hide out when a rescue boat came, do you? Why don't you search the island?" His eyes were thoughtful, shrewd. "That ben't a bad idea. Yet I think un tell it true that un be alone. Yet who feed un?" "A tin of biscuits washed up," Lark said. "I ate them." His grunt was skeptical. "Un say Gait found un only today?" "Do you really think I'd have stayed here all this time if I'd been found by Gait or anybody else? Do you?' "Now, now." Cony gestured her toward the yawl. "Us be gettin" home. Sought to fool me, did un, Gait? Push off now!" Lark climbed into the boat, sitting as far from Cony as she could. She was thankful that the failing light, and the fact th ,t Red Raskall had come back to land in the thick marsh reeds, had kept Cony from guessing the whole truth, but she was shaken and frightened. The night wind moaned over the island behind them. "Un be thinkin'," Cony said, as what the Cargoe Riske'll pay for un. Bide un keep clear o' yon Gait. Un look to Cony be un's friend. Cony!" All the way in, the sick sureness that it had been her hysterical outburst at Gait that had done the damage haunted Lark. 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