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Show LEW FREE PRESS, LEHI. UTAH WITH BAN MERS SYNOPSIS Brooke Reyburn visits the office of Jed Stewart, a lawyer, to d.ctss the terms of a estaU the has Inherited from Mrs. Mary Armanda Dane. Unwittingly she overhears Jed talking to Mark Trent, nephew of Mrs. Dane who bas been Mrs. Dane had lived at disinherited. Lookout House, a huge structure by the sea, built by ber father and divided into two. for her and Mark's father. Brooke had been a fashion expert, and Mrs. Dane, a "shut-In.- " hearing her on the radio, bad Invited her to call and developed a deep affection for her. Mark discloses that Mrs. Dane had threatened to disinherit him if he married Lola, from whom he Is now divorced. He says he does not trust Henri and Clotilde Jacques, Mrs. Dane's servants. He says he is not interested in an offer of Brooke's to share the estate with him. Leaving her department store job. Biooke refuses an offer to "go stepping" with Jerry Field, a carefree young man who wants to marry her. At a family conference she learns she must ttv at Lookout House alone, since Lucette, her younger sister who Is taking her job. her brother, Sam, a young playwright, and her mother plan to stay In the city. Jed and Mark are astounded when they hear from Mrs. Gregory, a family friend, that she had witnessed a hitherto unknown will with Henri and Clotilde two weeks before Mrs. Dane died. Brooke had arrived just as she was leaving. Jed suggests that Mark open his part of Lookout House, get friendly with Brooke and try to find out about the will. Jed agrees to stay with him. Mark accepts Brooke's Invitation for a family Thanksgiving dinner at on Mrs. Reyburn announces Lookout. Thanksgiving eve that she has been Invited to England. Sam and Lucette decide to move In with Brooke and Sam plans to produce a new play locally. CHAPTER IV noticed Mark Trent's quick glance about as he entered the dining-rooat Lookout House. She felt an Instant of as she took the seat against the variegated yellow background of tall mimosas and acacias which which filled a broad her mother refused with a quick shake of her head and a smile. She immediately forgot herself in pride of her sporting family. Each one was so gay, so determined to do his or her share to make the party a real festivity. Holidays were hard days since her father's death, but always someone who was alone had been invited to keep the feast with them. Thinking of others helped immeasurably to bridge the sense of loss, Celia Reyburn argued. The dinner was a success. Brooke breathed a little sigh of relief as she rose from the table. This Thanksgiving dinner had been the first entertaining in her own home. Of course the guests had been her family and Mark Trent only, but she had felt pride in having it a success. As she served coffee from the massive silver tray in the living-rooshe glanced at Mark Trent standing before the fire. With his elbow on the mantel, he was talk ing to Celia Reyburn seated in a corner of the couch. The orchids he had brought her added the perfect touch to her amethyst frock. Orchids for her mother, gardenias for Lucette, and deep fragrant purple violets for his hostess. He had said it with flowers. A lavish gentleman. Had Henri turned chalky as he had announced dinner, or had she imagined it? He had stared at Mark Trent as if seeing an unwelcome apparition. With a groan of repletion Sam pulled himself out of a deep chair. "Boy, let's get out and walk! I feel like a stuffed, trussed turkey. Why do we eat so much more on Thanksgiving? Because we haven't any sense. Notice that I'm acquiring the analytic method, question and answer. Anybody here got the energy to take the shore walk?" "I'll go with you, Sammy." Celia Reyburn smiled at her tall son. "Elaine Jaffrey is a great hiker; she will probably walk me all over the British Isles. I must get in practice. Just wait until I change my shoes." "Boy, I'm glad we have one sport in the family. I'll bet Lucette has a heavy date, and is expecting someone. Coming, Brooke? Coming, Mr. Trent?" "Mark to you, I hope, Sam. Do come, Miss Reyburn," Mark Trent urged. "It's a grand day. After hours of storm, there is enough wind to make the surf worth looking at." "Worth looking at" were colorless words to express the grandeur of the shore, Brooke thought, as, standing on a jutting crag, holding on her beret with one hand, skirts blowing, she looked down at the driving current, cold and stealthy in places, in others foaming and green waves tossing transformed by the ledges against magic of the slanting sun into ruddy copper, dark brown in the crev ices. Spray, diaphanous as a mist from a giant atomizer, iridescent as jeweled malines, shimmered in the light. Beyond the surf a dozen lavender winged gulls floated on the water. An amber green wave its predecessors, hissed, roared, broke against a ledge, and Brooke with crystal showered Brooke m bay-windo- - white-edge- d out-lash- ed spray. "Oh!" Instinctively she clutched Mark Trent's arm. "It it took my breath!" He drew her back to the path, pulled out his handkerchief, and wiped her wet face. "I should have known better ' than to let you stsnd there." "It wasn't your fault. I adored It. It made me feel as if every inch of me had been electrified. Why is it that when we are to-- By Emilie Loring Emilie Loring. WN'U Service, HOW LONG CAN RUSSIA LAST? quarreling. Why should you and I owner?" fight over a "You're right, when we have so many other tilings about which to fllhng-statio- n disagree." gether I need to be rescued from difficulties? I want to thank you for" "Please, don't." She wondered at the embarrassed fierceness of his voice. "I won't, except to add that I know I owe my life to you. There, that's over. I promise never to mention it again." Spurred by the stimulating air, she took her courage in both hands and plunged. "Won't you please be friends? I didn't know Mrs. Mary Amanda Dane had any money, really I didn't, Mr. Trent." In the instant that she waited for his answer, sun, sea, the roar of the surf were blotted out. Only his straight-gazineyes meeting hers were real. They touched her heart, quickly, passionately. Then Mark Trent thrust his handkerchief into his pocket. "Forget that Mr. Trent stuff. Being legatees in the same estate my aunt left me a bank account, to make us you know ought friends, oughtn't it?" His voice was light, but she sensed a tinge of irony. "We'd better keep going if we are to walk around the point before dark. Your mother and Sam went on some time ago. What did she mean when she spoke of hiking over the British Isles?" "She is going to England to visit her college classmate. Of course, I'm crazy to have her go, but but I didn't realize how precious she was until I thought of her being so far away." "Are your brother and sister going?" "No. They are to be with me while Mother is away. I am so glad. It will give me heaps to do. lei- I'm not used to this poison-ivg y V Brooke's brown eyes met his, intent and darkly gray; wistfulness tinged her voice as she urged: will "Speaking of disagreeing you please behave like a sensible person and take the family treas ures which belong to you?" "Aunt Mary Amanda left them to you. "I know, but it isn't right for me to have them, and what's more, I don't need or want them. I'd rather go without rings all my life than wear one of those gorgeous things she left, which are rightfully yours. Mr. Stewart has put all the jewelry a bank vault for you. I have Mother's lovely china and glass and furniture which have been in storage since our home was broken up. I've had everything which belonged to your family moved to the chauf feur's apartment over tha garage. There seems to be very little silver. Perhaps your aunt gave it to you? "Silver! Very little silver! She had the Trent service which came originally from England and any number of beautiful pieces. That silver is a family tradition. Where is it? She didn't give it to me. What does Stewart sav about it?" "He thought that because of the epidemic of crime reported in the newspapers, Mrs. Dane might have become timid about keeping valuables in the house and had it stored in a bank. But he found no receipt for it among her papers. Do you think she sold it?" he broke "Sold it! No. I'll off abruptly. "See that great rock sticking up off shore? I used to imagine it the peak of a submerged island rising from the sea." "Perhaps it is. 'Islands arise, grow old and disappear.' That isn't original. Sam has taken the title for his comedy from it. The first night I spent at Lookout House I wa3 kept awake by the wailing of that distant siren. Now I don't notice Halliburton Wonders; Tyranny Supposed to Save Citizens' Souls Children Are Taught Only Communism. SI Above: The military par arte rolled through the Red Square for four hours to salute Stalin, who stands on a corner of Lenin's tomb. The Kremlin is at the left, St. Basil's church in the background. The stands to either side of the tomb bet" are holding 50,000 spectators. Right: St. Basil's cathedral, at the end of the Red Square in Moscow, is one of the world's strangest, but most beautiful buildings. By RICHARD HALLIBURTON Author of "The Royal Road to Romance," it." "You'll notice it if you stay here during the winter as Jed told me you were planning to do. There goes the sun behind the city!" They walked m silence back to Lookout House. On the threshold of she stopped in star the living-rootled unbelief. Jerry Field stood by the fire talking to her mother. Who was the girl in blue beside Lucette? "Couldn't wait for you to send out At Home cards, Brooke," Jerry Field greeted jauntily. "You re member that you said I could come to Lookout House when you were settled, don't you? I wanted to meet your family, wanted them to know that I'm in your stag line for sure. His eyes flashed beyond her to Mark Trent on the threshold. There was laughter in his voice and a hint of challenge. Before she could answer, he commanded: "Come hither. Daphne, and meet our neighbor. This is my sister." "Neighbor!" Brooke smiled at the d girl as she welcomed her with a cordial handshake. "I would know that you were Jerry's sister, you look so like him; but is the neighbor stuff a joke?" "No, Miss Reyburn, we really are staying on the Point." Daphne Field s smile disclosed small teeth as perfect in color and size as a row of matched pearls. She turned to Sam. "T'vo hard that vou are the com ing playwright, Mr. Reyburn, that you have a touch of O'Neil's tragic outlook, a seasoning of Kaufman's humor, and a hint of Coward s so phistication." Sam ennned. "Is that original. or did you get it from the Times?" The girl pouted: "Of course it's original. Why, Mark!" Danhne Field's breathless excla mation, the radiance of her face revealed so much that Brooke had the embarrassed sense of having looked for an instant at a naked heart. Trent came forward. Was the firelight playing pranks, or had his face gone dark with color? "Where did you drop from, uapn-ne- ? How are you, Field?" Why didn't someone say something and smash the strained silence, Brooke wondered impatiently. It was as if the firelight had cast a spell and tied all their tongues. Her mother's eyes were on Daphne Field as she thougntluiiy her gloves through her pulled hands. Sam, back to the room, was poking at the parrot. He hated emotional scenes off the stage. The atmosphere fairly quivered with things unsaid. Lucette came to life. "Turn on the lights, Sam, this gloom may be artistic, but it gives This has me the turned out to be day, hasn't it? Who's the dame in the floppy hat, Brooke, who looks and like a carries a cane which easily could be mistaken for a shepherd's crook? There's the chance of a lifetime for you to get in a little missionary work as clothes adviser; you'd better begin with a streamline diet. She thinks everything here, includ" ing Mother, 'charming. U. S. S. now I can believe in miracles, for there is no word to describe the picture of Russia today, other than miraculous. d sure that looked so alluring before I had tried it. My life was so full before " "Before you had Lookout House stuffed down your throat, you mean? I don't see why the dickens Aunt Mary Amanda tied that string to her legacy, forced you to live in this house." "It wasn't a string, and she didn't force me. I like old towns, and I love Lookout House." Trent's laugh "My mistake." turned to a frown. "What are the town fathers thinking of to allow a gas station stuck out on this road? Has that house been sold?" Brooke promptly defended the brilliant equipment in front of a small white cottage. "I don't know who owns the place, but doubtless the town fathers were thinking of giving the poor man who has started the another chance. I heard th.it he had money, lost it, "epan to drink too much, and that a friend set him up in business here hoping to steady him." "Who told you the story of his life?" filling-statio- n "Henri." "Henri! Does he know the man?" "He will have to answer that question. He asked me to buy gas at and I do to the new to keep on the fellow poor encourage trying to make good." "flow about encouraging honest Mike Cassidy who started the ga rage at the end of the causeway years ago and has served the public faithfully and unselfishly? He has a wife and five children to support." Why did his voice rouse opposition in her, Brooke wondered. She had doubts herself lately as to the pern own manency of the er's reform. Twice when she had stopped for gas, a young Irish girl had reported the boss as "sick and she had wondered if he were backsliding. Mark the Magnificent need not know that, however. "Don't you believe in helping a man to come back?" she asked crisply. "I do, most decidedly, but I be lieve also in helping an honest hardworking man like Cassidy, who has had the strength of character to leave drink alone, to keep his kids in shoes. Come on. We are almost filling-statio- n, filling-statio- i And I do not mean that the picture is miraculously beautiful. In many ways it is unbelievably ugly, I stand and look at it with fasci nated and astonished eyes, but for nothing on earth would I personally, under the present scheme of things, endure the enslavement and tyranny which its citizens must suffer who have been saved according to the gospel of Karl Marx. The old czarist government gained the detestation of its subjects because of its notorious despotism. But compared to the government of today, life under the czar was free as a spring breeze. The wonder of wonders is the ease and power with which this new works. system of A handful of consumed with communistic theory and fanatical zeal, sit on high within the Kremlin walls,' their eyes fixed on a book of political and social notions, and proceed to experiment on the lives and souls of 16,000,000 human beings with as much impersonal detachment as a bacteriologist experiments with germs. Center Attack on Czar. In the beginning of 1917 the proletarian leaders who had seized control of Russia, said: "The czar has proved himself the greatest obstacle in the way of our lifting the masses of workers out of their slough of ignorance and misery. "First of all, then, if we are to improve our lot, we must exterminate the czar, his wife, his four daughters, and his young son. Perhaps a bit brutal, but you've got to be tough to get anywhere." And so the czar and his entire family were shot. "And the aristocrats and intelligentsia must go next. They'll never take to our ideas about exalting the factory workers and moujiks to the throne. That means about a million murders, imprisonments, exiles, of our nobility and gentle people, of our educators, religious leaders, scientists, professors, merin chants, architects, diplomats fact of all civilized Russian citizens." So this million was murdered, imprisoned, or exiled. "Now, said the leaders, we can for the something accomplish masses. Now, rid of the bourgeoisie, we will give the masses the great privilege of being made over to conform with our sacred theories. Russians "Locked In." "Of course, some of the stubborn ones may not like their new medicine. But we know what's good for them they don't. So we'll lock them in. From now on, no Russian ran leave Russia. If he escapes we will persecute his mother and father and brother and sister, and send them to Siberian prisons. We (TO BE CONTINUED) will declare him a public enemy and sentence him to be shot when Has Earliest Big Telescope he comes home. All this will teach The Science Museum at Kensing- the rebel a lesson." ton, England, has the earliest of tha So the frontier was enclosed by really big telescopes. It is a 4 pieel ring of bullets and bayon specimen, made in 1842. brown-haire- "Neighbor!" etc. MOSCOW, seen Russia, and m brown-haire- merry-prank- super-animate- d s. Bo-pee- p, sixty-nine-in- 1- -4 ch super-despotis- labor-leade- m rs Airs - lMM ets. No Russian, however desperate, can run away from the social experiment. "Now we've got 'em," said the leaders. "What is our first vivisection operation to be? First we'll amputate the church." A waved his hand and abolished the church. "The family must go next. Family unity is a capitalistic and bourgeois custom dangerous to communism. Our men and women must be able to love whom they please, when they please marry and divorce on impulse. Our state will care for the children, and do it better than their parents." So the family was abolished too. "Money," they said, "is the source of all evil. Money was the support of the gentry and intelligentsia. We must destroy all private wealth and all means of accumulating it, lest these old antisocial classes come back." Seize Peasants' Supplies. Money went next. Everybody was, and still is, allowed to share the same poverty together. "But we must have industry and commerce to keep our people employed. We must sell our wheat and buy machinery. We haven't enough wheat for our own needs, but we've nothing else to export, so we must seize the peasants' private food supplies." The supplies were seized. Five million people starved to death from 1929 to 1931. There was no mourning for them mourning would be only sentimentality, a cardinal sin among Bolsheviks. The sacrifice had to be made for political expediency. The wheat was sold and machinery secured to make guns and tanks with which to defend the dictatorship. "There is one last and very important gap to be closed to complete our despotism," said the leaders. "We must use every means in our power to protect our new theories and our new liberated masses, from foreign capitalistic influences. No information, no enlightenment, from the world outside must come in. Russia must be a sealed box. Only then can we be complete masters. No foreign books not of a communistic character shall cross the borders, no newspapers or magazines that might reveal the false happiness of other people living under the enemy's system will be tolerated. The movies, the theater, school books, must be rigorously censored. Nothing must be allowed to emerge' that does not glorify the working man and damn the other classes." That is exactly what the BolsheAfter 17 vik leaders have done. years of communism not a single movie can be shown that is not political propaganda, that does not sermonize. The entire industry has become merely a stick with which to beat the capitalists. The results are so appallingly dull that even communists atthe most tend only from a sense of duty. Newspapers Echo Rulers. The newspapers are only echoes of the dictatorship, mouthing proletarian slogans. Even the great National library, the last bulwark of intellectual liberty, was gagged. The same wsirping of education, the same blinding of all else but proletarian prejudices and principles, goes straight down to the kindergarten. I asked a schoolthev were taught in school boy labor-lead- er counter-revolutiona- wild-eye- d fifteen-year-ol- wl-.n- t d ry W W''. mszzit,; about America and western Europe. "We are taught the history of the communistic revolutionary movement in American and England," he said. "No other history?" I asked. Geography Is "Out." "History is just the lives of kings and capitalists and generals. There is nothing in it about the working classes." "Do you learn geography in your school? Do you know where Argentine is?" He had never heard of Argentine. Nor was any other foreign country more than a vague name. Such worldly knowledge as foreign geography is not allowed even to the working classes. The working classes Forward, the working classes! That is trie the only cry heard in Russia. One of the great Soviet leaders recently exclaimed: "I have given 15 years of my life to the working classes." And so he had. But not, be it understood, to the society as a whole. Only the working bat-tlec- class. ry Once I witnessed a gigantic demonstration of this political patriotism, on Moscow's magnificent Red square. It was to celebrate the anniversary of the Soviet regime. 2,500,000 Workers March. Two and one half million workers marched through Red square that day a river, a tidal wave, of humanity. Every factory, every trade, every school, every bureau, turned out with all its members, with banners, floats, placards, music, of a thousand kinds to prove their loyalty to the sacred cause. I left the Red square after the first million civilians had passed. I was too dizzy to endure more; dizzy from the numbers of moving legs and heads, dizzy from standing seven hours; dizzy from the waves of enthusiasm and energy that had engulfed me. I tottered home, asking myself how such a tyranny could achieve so much, how the workers' leaders, so utterly indifferent to the lives and heart's of the marching millions, were able to win such a magnificent response. I knew the answer: Universal education, complete emancipation of women, elimination of crime, prisons, unemployment, physical misery. Surely, I said, there is great good and great power in this scheme of things. The intolerance, the bigotry, the constraint, the intellectual gagging, which at present cut Russia off from the good will of the world, sooner or later must weaken and pass. (It is already weakening at a rate alarming to Bolshevik fundamentalists). Russia will emerge say in 25 years from a bath of blood and despotism, into a really civilized and progressive nation, with a number of social institutions so far ahead of ours that, to her, we will seem in some ways as backward as she once seemed to us. Many of these new ideas, born with such travail, we must accept, and the sooner the better. Thus is America going to develop, perforce, in the direction of new Russia's enlightened attitude toward the masses; while Russia at the same time develops towards America's ideals of personal and intellectual liberty. The two greatest nations in the world must some day meet on the common ground of friendship and understanding, for both will have contributed something vital and enduring, each to the other. WTTtf fl Bell Svndlcnte Sfrvica. |