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Show LEHI FREE PRESS. LEHI. UTAH oblivious of all that went on abouf him. In a chair in bis study. Thus it had hapeDed. Itoddy pulled himself erect in his car as he came to the turn in the road that led westward past Twin Deer lake. Over there, a patiently apply his foot to the accelera mile or sa across brush and prairie, tor and continue for a while at a reck- blinked the dozen street lights of Heron less sieed. River. By thus time, he reflected, the Fie did poi km the road before h!m. usual crowd mould have left the village He saw rather the monotoned panoand their lie turned Ms rama of his own life, unrolling back- car gone from ways. the highway and beadaway ward to the years of his adolescence. ed for the village. hen his father had sold the farm to the adjoining county, married SophroTeople seatei on their screened vernia Grenoble, and moved to the andas in the town of Ballantyne obGrenoble place, half of which had beserved that a faint breeze had sprung come bis property. "Gentleman Jim" up from the southwest and although Grenoble, when he had iegun his life it was pleasant after the heat of the of vagabondage, had refused to relinday. It might mean rain for the morquish his section. But now In the row. With harvest so near at hand . . . foreground of that panorama, bright But Corinne Meader, undressing In and excitingly strange, was the face of her mauve and white bedroom, was I'orinne Meader. for the breeze that caressed grateful In one week Corinne would be his her hot throat and temples from the wife. 0en window. She brushed her hair He saw her face as he had seen It with hurried strokes. But her own that first day, in an Ice cream parlor, which had availed her nothan hour after he had registered at the beauty ! stared back at her from her miring State Agricultural college, seven years ror, and presently she leaned forward ago. He had been twenty, older than most on her and gazed long and Inpalms of the entrants.and Corinne was sevenat her own Image, tently teen, a freshman in arts at the univer"And so you are going to marry a sity. Harry Klchter had Introduced farmer, my dear!" her lips said softly. them, and even now, after everything Mrs. Meader opened the door, closed that had happened, Roddy's heart beat oppressively again as he recalled the ! widening of Corinne's brown eyes and her slow, thorough survey of him. She bad hesitated for a moment and then, glancing with a curious smile at his hand, she had extended her own and in his huge, hard grasp it had been swallowed completely. He had kept his eyes fastened dumbly upon her face and had seen her lids droop in a way that could have been nothing but deliberate had Roddy coquetry. blushed furiously as he heard Harry Kichter's amused laugh. She was the daughter of the banker In Ballantyne. It was something of a wonder that he, Roddy Willard, should have taken her to the movies and to dances a number of times during their college career, a little bewildered, a little uncertain, and very much flattered by the occasional capricious preference she showed him over all the other admirers who flocked about her. One summer vacation she had driven over from a house party on Twin Deer lake and had found Roddy on the Willard farm, anxiously ministering to a sick horse In the pasture. Later, Corinne had sat in Sophronla's parlor and had glanced about at the walls. A few days later he had substituted some etchlrgs and water-color- s for his A Little Bewildered, a Little Uncerstepmother's horrible objets d'art But tain, and Very Much Flattered. Corinne had never come again, and afterwards Roddy had been a little It behind her, and stole Into a chair ashamed of his snobbery In removing beside Corinne's dressing table as Phronle's treasures, even though, truth though some conspiracy were afoot to tell, the walls were more pleasing "Darling," the mother breathed, "you without the burnt leather Image of won't mind my sitting for a minute Pocahontas with the calendar be- while you get ready for bed? I'm I'm Just as excited as though It were I who neath. Roddy wondered now why It was was getting married I It's all so unes that he had never kissed Corinne dur- pected I had no Idea! But Roddy Is ing those years while he was seeing a dear, Corinne a perfect dear!" "He's awfully Corlnno her frequently. Perhaps It was his own humility. Perhaps It was be- said with forbearance, and continued cause he suspected that It was his to wing out her hair with her brush. "And he has quite a large farm, too, physical self alone that appealed to hasn't he?" Mrs. Meader was saying. her, and that beyond the satisfaction of an established conquest she would "And quite near Mayhard. It Isn't as have no use for him. He was in though you were going to be marooned earnest where Corinne was concerned, on some backwoods homestead for the and he had been afraid of discovering rest of rear days. You can drive that she was not in earnest about him. over to see us often, too, after you're But he knew now that she had been married." "I suppose so," Corinne conceded. in earnest A month ago, the local pa"Oh, dear It's going to be terrible pers had made much of the failure of the bank In Ballantyne, though all had giving up this house, darling If it absolved from blame old Edwin Meader, comes to that After all these years! Corinne's father. Roddy had had a But I mustn't talk about such things number of letters from Corinne after now and you so happy." "You won't have to give up the that and their tone had become Increasingly despondent What was she house, now that I'm provided for," to do? Her father was completely Corinne reminded her cynically. Mrs. Meader chose to let that pass broken. Her mother had fifty dollars a month of her own to live on. Corinne, "Of course," she observed, "if you had married Sylvester Edgett when he who had been one of the Ballantyne smart set, had made efforts to get a asked you" "Mother!" Corinne squealed. "Flls position at teaching, even In a coun try school, but the school boards were pimples !" Mrs. Meader gave a deprecating little flooded with applications. Her las letter had been one of complete despair. laugh. "I didn't mean that seriously, When, early this morning, Rodd darling, yon know that. And anyhow, had set out for Ballantyne In his car. he's only a bookkeeper." he had had the curious feeling that the Corinne, although she was still ad sun was a little too bright, that he dressing herself, spoke aloud. "Yes, I could not see as clearly as he had been could have married Sylvester. Or I used to do, over undulating prairies could go now and clerk at eleven dol that he knew as well as he knew his lars a week In Elllngboe's dry goods But there had been a store. And all the girls In town could own face. come in and ask for samples of white tense excitement about that journey and when he had come to its end he satin, and giggle, and tell me It's for their wedding dresses! No, thanks, had seen Corinne, small and beautifully made, and Corinne's brown eyes I'd rather die than do that." Mrs Meader put a plump arm about with their look of helpless appeal and within an hour, beneath the grape Corinne's shoulders, and a round, arbor of the Meader place, he had bright tear trembled on her asked her to marry him. He had told her that he hoped to get the Grenoble "My baby !" she quavered. "To think am going to lose you and so soon! land, a richer tract than his own, and that after a while life on a farm And to think that the bank had to to would not be as harsh as It was being fail before you got settled In your own home. It's Just too cruel!" painted Just now. Corinne had seemed frightened and "Now, mother," Corinne said with abashed and timid and thrilled. Then supreme patience, "don't do that !" "All right. I'm sorry, darling," her she had thrown her arms about his neck and sobbed that she had always mother whimpered, and dabbed her loved him and that she would marry nose with a bit of lace and chiffon "But I can't help thinking of all th" him as soon as he wished. Her mother, a plump, pink little chances you've had to marry well of course they weren't good enough ! But woman, with soft hands and a dlspo sitlon to Ignore the catastrophe tha' if Harry RIchter's father hadn't been had befallen' the Meaders, gave them so against Harry's marrying Just her blessing with a bright gaiety that now " admitted not the least suspicion of Corinne stood up, sighed. "Please, any incongruity In the match. Corinne. mother! You're talking as though I of course, must have a proper wed- were being sold In a slave market "A Harry knows what he wants. It's his ding, even If things were bad. ' father's business he wants and his quiet little wedding here at home. father's money not me. Anyhow. Cm Mrs. Meader said briskly. "The Con It's Just gregational church Is too big and cold." not In love with Harry. that you've been expecting great thing, Roddy bad seen through Mrs. Men der's little pretext But (,'orlnne bait of mc and the miracle didn't come indeed across at lilm with widening off! Now, be a good girl and go to umiM'tnetit In her eyes, nnd he ha! id. I'm tired." She kissed her mother, and win. .nely suppressed a grin. He had spi'nt the day with thi her arms about her propelled ie Mr Mc.t.Ii .' ai'luiiiU b was vetitly toward the door. .i.'.'c with p'ly for oh! lMv. ::i ivim sat. murmured a reluctant atuJ lender go.l There's Always Another Year MARTHA OSTENSO u Copyright Martha Ostenso WNU Service. SYNOPSIS (1 - v To the little town of Heron River comes Anna "S Her", Ore.iol.ie. daughter of -- Gentlen.an J;ni." formerly of the conimunity. as a gambler, news of whote knoun murder in Chicaeo has reached the town, a Willard. 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(U1S j the hkt Auto and Crime) t More of the crime was nocturnal work until the automobile came. aciit byi in is a notr )fteni ': U lint had he bH-- here now tie might have prepared himself for Silver's arrival. It would go hard with Itoddy if the meant to sell her land for easli. But if she could be persuaded to accept a fair rental . . Sophronia revived to take the bull by the horns and suggest It to her before Roddy u . got home. The train came to a stop in Heron liiver. People crowded forward, looking eagerly along the line of coaches. Perhaps for the most part they did not know just what they expected to see when Silver Grenoble stepped down upon the platform. What they did see was a tallish, thin girl in a tailored suit of dove gray silk and a felt hat of the same color a hat that showed beneath it a white, immobile fai-- and enormous dark eyes, and plainly dressed hair that seemed colorless. For a moment she stood looking uncertainly about, and then Xopbronla Willard advanced upon her with her black gloved band out- stretched. Shad Finney, craning a little, saw an unmistakable tear glide down the older woman's weathered cheek. A porter had deposited on the platform two traveling bags of fine black leather, a name stamped on each in silver. Two little boys scampered up to the eases and read the name loudly enough for all to hear. A murmur moved about the platform. "She goes by the name of Silver, eh? Kind o' funny." Shad Finney and Nils Ulevik stood at a decent distance, their watery old eyes taking In the scene. They saw the girl seize one of the traveling bags, Sophronia the other. A baggage man spoke to them about a trunk that had been taken off the train, and after a. word of instruction, Sophronia moved away with Silver to the steps at the head of the platform. Jess Melbank had risen from her bench and had ambled forward, to stand surveying the strange girl up and down as she advanced. Sophronia Ignored her, and one might have thought that Silver Grenoble did not see either her or anyone else In that gathering. But just as the two women reached the platform steps, Duke, Melbank cleared his throat with a long, profound rumble, and then coughed lightA titter arose. ly behind his hand. Sophronia, setting down the suitcase she carried, swung about "That was you, wasn't it, Duke?" she said In her explosive voice, "Me what?" Duke asked Innocently. "It was him," a small boy piped, and darted behind his mother's skirts "You know what I mean," Sophronia "It was you that said loudly. "Can't a guy cough?" Duke demanded with an Injured air. Sophronia Willard was not one to Her long arm shot mince matters. forward, and her large, bony fist came accurately home just beneath the soft cleft of Duke Melbank's chin. A gasp rose from the crowd. Duke reeled backward, struck his shoulder blade against the depot wall and uttered a sound half way between a grunt and i" ostf Vial-- ' in jf bavtt ft " i a whine. LP t 10 35S S 4 Culture Among Cultured Is of little value socially fJScept among the cultured. pulture 4 1 Tired. ..Nervous Wife Phronle stood back from him, her face alight with satisfaction. She " as to turn away when Jess Melii bout bank, with amazing alacrity for one of her weight, suddenly stepped be 'tween Phronle and Duke. Jess screamed maledictions. She shook her fist In Sophronla's face. Her language was of the cellar of cellars. She knew everybody else In Heron Hlver knew what the daughter of Jim Grenoble was! Small boys stood rooted, little girls sped b'ick in Women turned pale and men's mouths twisted. But Jess Melbank did not strike Phronle Willard. And Phronie remained motionless as granite. bile Jess was drawing breath to begin anew. Phronle turned haughtily away, swept up the suitcase and led Silver down the steps. The two old men saw the women get into the old Willard car and vanish down the street. There had been a moment of dead silence. But now there was the unpleasant babble of human voices. Shad hooked his arm In Nils Ulevik's, and the1 two made off, sickened a little, much. CHAPTER II Wins Back Pep ax I a wrf iti 2 2 coughed." m her CHAPTER I Continued I Her raw nerves were oothed. She ban"dead- ished . . i " that i t:A. i : " tulor reatrui nights, active aays ,n iT rid ber vstern ol bowel clo. iT?ue.,he that were sapping her vitality. Ntt iL(X"tyr Remedy) the mild, safe, getable bmtive worked the traroforma-th.tJ-f-- S8 oonatipation. biliouaoeaa. bead- - lla,ild.Sc5 refreshed frel. At all 3 uost 25e. t your druRirtars luw if R E E J1'" t t)'1 fimJ h. i iwIr h " porrhMe of a 2So bos wf NM or a On that night In July, a night that was moonless but whitely lambent with stars, a southwest wind moved in sul try Indolence up across the stupendous e void of Dakota, and thence neros--statline and over farm lands the It I'gbtly snddenly lush with yield. touched liodilv Willanl's check find stirred his dark, uncovered hair a C'vr Ins car toward Heron thoudit" wore so intense thai Hi now and then '"' n''''"1 r:l"" ct.-r- t LH'I In i halt "ii tin' i.am.w ' "" 'h .n, .l I 11 $4 pink-chee- 1 i,iit'rt fright and Corinne was alone She went back to the oval glass of her Ivory dressing-table- . When sb glanced at her reflection. It wag with a small, curled smile of satisfaction, la contemplating the fine tapering of her eyebrows, the Housewife's Idea Box of gloss? from her forehead, and the natural, provocative pout of her red lips. Finaily, she lit a cigarette, got tnto bed, and switched off the light She stretched out sinuously, enjoying the smoke and the smooth coolness of the fine linen sheets, and thinking luxuriously, with frank, rather delicious of Koddy Willard, waves, patrician-wlse- back-swee- p , CHAPTER III Sophronia Willard had the limits of before she spoke to the beside her, straight and mile from driven a half Heron River girl who sat white as an Icicle. A Midaf tarnoon Bit When the kiddles come home from Kbool In the afternoon they may feel toniewhat hungry. It Is better t He them an apple or a piece of tome other kind of fruit than to let them have candy, cookies or cake. The fruit will not Interfere with the ippetlte, but will have a beneficial TUB HOUSEWIFE. Sffect C Public Ledger. Iae. WNU Serrlo. Then Phronle said, between her long white teeth, "D n them I The ignoramuses. Don't yon mind 'em, child! You've done not hi n' wrong. Don't you let 'em scare youl" The girl laughed softly. Sophronia glanced at her In surprise, and thought Get ting aatd Giving suddenly that she looked In some way There Is no happiness in having much more than nineteen. and getting, but only In giving half "I'm not a child, Aunt Sophronia," the world Is on the wrong scent la said. voice was oddlow Her she and the pursuit of happiness, 13, Drnm-mon- d. ly measured, as though she herself were listening to it "They didn't frighten me. I am only sorry they onset you on my account Phronle was discomfited and a bit Irritated. "They get away with too much, those galoots!" she said loudly. "A stranger can't come here that they don't act up like a pack o' hoodlums!" Silver dlf, not reply. Her aunt ventured a glance at her as she jerked the old car around a corner. The girls face, with Its rather small features, Women should take only was like marble, no life In anything liquid laxatives but her eyes, and they stared straight ahead of her as though she saw someMany believe any laxative they thing nameless beyond the dark of the might take only makes constipation And that isn't true. windshield. Qualms were unusual worse. Do what doctors do to reliere with Phronle, but she experienced them this condition. They use a liquid THE DOCTORS ARE RIGHT now. "But we won't do any talking to night Silver," she said presently. "You must get a good rest I am sorry Roddy he's my eldest stepson I'm sorry he's away In the good car. This is an awful rattle-trafor you t be comln' home in !" Silver seemed to have been thinking "Your stepson-Rod- dy," her own thoughts. she ventured, "will be mini very much my coming?" "He won't mind anything, tiniest you sell your land to a cash buyer,' Sophronia said grimly, and then could have bitten her tongue out She had Just said that tonight they wouldn't do any talking I "I don't think I shall want to sell the land, Aunt Sophronia," Silver said monotonously. "If you will Just let me stay with you, I'll be ever so grate ful." Sophronla's heart leaped. Well, If It was going to be as simple as that! "Stay!" she exclaimed. "Isn't this your rightful home? And ain't I your closest kin? I'd be a fine one. I would, if I didn't Insist on your living with me!" "Thank you, Aunt Sophronia," Silver said. "I can't say any more." "You don't need to," Sophronia remarked tersely. "And don't call me It's too much like me. 'Sophronia'! I get 'Phronle' from them that likes me. You can cut ont the 'aunt too. It makes me feel old." "Phronle," Silver repeated thought"Dad called you that but I fully. wasn't sure Phronle was not particularly Intuitive, but she sensed that the girl Silver had drawn back Into Immobility of hers. Out of the sultry darkness, old Roderick came toward them from the b!g house, where one light was burning In the living room. Sophronia saw his arms outstretched toward Jim's daughter, and heard the booming greeting of his voice, and was suddenly afraid. But Jim's daughter did not break down. There was something unennny about the girl, Sophronia thought in con- THREI , ITEM T0 I EtlEVMIO i wunsiirMUUB "11 p that-curiou- s fusion. In the house, Phronie relieved Silver Grenoble of her wraps and the men took her luggage upstairs. With the firm belief In the efficacy of food to dull the sharp edge of grief, Phronle then busied herself preparing a plate of sandwiches. Jason went to the cooler In the vegetable cellar outside, and brought In a stone Jug of ginger beer, while old Roderick kept Silver company In the living room. When Sophronia returned with the sandwiches, she saw a bit of color on Silver's cheeks, and although her eyes were darting about the room like dark flames, they were no longer the eyes of some stricken animal. Sophronia placed the sandwiches and glasses on the table with Its cro dieted dolly, and Jason poured ginger beer Into the glasses. "Now, Silver," she said stoutly, "yo'.i must have a bite. That darned old car must have played you out It sure did me." The men helped themselves, reaching out to the decked table in painful fas tldlousness with their large brown hands. Sophronia took In Silver's appearance In detail. The girl was slender, but not as frail as Phronle had at first Her eyes were probably a supposed. very dark blue, although by the light of the acetylene lamp they seemed al most black. Her hair was what would she decided, and It be called wavpd slightly and was dressed In a plain fashion low upon her neck. Then Sophronia looked about th room and saw It, In a twinkling, as sh had not seen It In years. She saw i i.ow bcciitise she was wondering wha .'pi's ibii" Ii'er "ii thinking about p (TO or. CO,TIL i:Dt ash-blon- A cleansing dose today; a smaller quantity tomorrow; less eacn time, until bowels need no help at alL laxative, dose until at all. and keep reducing the the bowels need no help Reduced dosage is the secret of aiding Nature in restoring regularity. You must use a little less laxative each time, and that's why your laxative should be in liquid form. A liquid dose can be regulated to the drop. The liquid laxative generally used is Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin. It both contains senna and cascara natural laxatives that form no habit even with children. Syrup Pepsin is the nicest tasting, nicest acting laxative you ever tried. ' And Wait woman's promise to be on time arrles a lot of wait A NASAL IRRITATION; cuislocol& f Relieve the dryness and 1 irritation py applying Aienthotamm nigra and morning. If you prefer nose drop, or throat spray, call for the HEW HEHTHOLATUM LIQUID In handy bottle with dropper Skin Torment m Resinol Ifching.rousshness. cracking.easily relieved and improved with soothing- - Be Sut They Properly Cleanse the Blood kidneys re constantly matter from the blood stream. But kidneys sometimes lag ia their work do not act ts nature intendedfail to remove impurities that poison the system when retained. Then you may surfer nagging backache, dizziness, scanty or too frequent urination, getting up al night, swollen YOUR fl limbs; all upset nervous, miserabl- e- Don't delay! Use Doan'a Pills. Dosn's tre especially for poorly funo- tioning kidneys. The are recommended by grateful users the country over, uet them irora sny aruggtsi. 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