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Show LEFII FREE PRESS. LEHL UTAH while Hector filled Quickly Made Dolli ol of which he handed two VSS. For Late Gift bow touest with, By i MARTHA OSTENSO NAME I KEWfTAPEB READ. Tr LUtiLi. Sample 26c. SenouJ boy mke big. CAL1KOKNIAV money In Aac cleft, ivf , O Caiiioraia. CHAPTER XIII Strange Facts Continued "Yes," Bruce said, as if to him- "It must have been as you say the ghost of Jarvis came back. I myself have thought something of Jap Women W ritert 1 the kind. Thought it often. Poor Jar-viPagan Mistletoe His obsession with the past disRusi Air Traint torted all his thinking. He wrote in a moment of of lucidity. You Japaa Is believed to be the only this be glad he did, my dear." should which writin all the best country Autumn said absently. "Glad?" women. ers are In fact, Japanese literature, for more than a thou- "It alters nothing. Hector." "On the contrary, my dear," Hecsand years, has possessed few, if any, works of outstanding merit tor protested, "it alters much." He tapped the paper lightly with his that have been written by men. fingers. "This is the equivalent of a retraction of everything that Jar-vi- s Up to a century or two ago, mishad against Bruce Landor." tletoe was excluded from the floral "Even so. Hector," Autumn said decorations of churches at Christwearily. "What good can that do mastime because it was considered to be an unholy plant, hav- now?" "It will not hurt Bruce to know ing been tainted with paganism that Jarvis Dean held no real bitterbefore the time of Jesus through its use and worship by the ancient ness in his heart toward" Hector!' Autumn "Certainly, Druids. broke in. "Forgive me, please! That was a selfish thought. Using "air trains" consisting of Hector laid the paper on the table airplanes towing seven gliders and placed his hands awkwardly on demRussian has the each, army his knees. "I see," he said softly. onstrated that it can drop, by par"What you would have preferred, achute, as many as 2,500 infantryperhaps, would have been your famen at one time. Collier's. ther's written consent to " "Oh, Hector!" Autumn interrupted again. "I wasn't thinking when I spoke." "I can see that," he said. "The ii" milium fact is, when a young woman is in love she interprets everything in the light of that one fact. Well, my dear, this retraction small as it may seem to you may have some bearing even on that." Autumn looked at him and smiled resignedly. "You don't understand, darling. Bruce has made up his mind about me." "You are sure of that?" "I haven't told you," she said hesitantly, "about the night he came to the Parrs' lodge to tell me what had happened to father. I had gone up there earlier in the evening. Bruce found me there alone with Florian. Hannah had told him that I had gone to spend the night at the lodge. I had intended to, but Linda was to have been there, too. She became ill that day and couldn't leave home. Florian met me there to take me back home, of course. But we had supper together in the lodge and before we were ready to leave Bruce arrived. You know yourself what he must have thought. Florian tried to explain, but Bruce wasn't in a mood to accept his explanation." FLAVOR "Hm-m,- " Hector said, knitting his brows. "Has Florian done nothing more about it, then?" "Florian was incensed, of course, at Bruce's attitude. He will undoubtedly have a talk with Bruce and force him to listen, but he's away just now on a business trip for his father. It won't make any difference to Bruce, though. You see he had changed toward me before self. s! i for MORE MILDNESS, COOLNESS, and that." Hector frowned and cracked his knuckles. The romances of these young creatures were too much for SLOW- - him. BURI1I11G COSTLIER TOBACCOS FAST BURNINC-cto.- us hot flat tait in ttnok... ruin delicate flavor, aroma.. SLOW BURNING pro- tects natural qualities that produce mildness, thrUlini tmate, fr franco. ..a cooler smoke. He had been given to under- stand that young love of the modern variety held the conventions in light esteem. Now, in his day ah, well, in his day! "You're a pair of young fools!" he blurted out suddenly, and poured himself another cup of tea. Autumn got up and stood looking out of the wide spread of windows into the garden. Hector was endeavoring, she thought to herself, to bring her out of the ghastly enchantment that had imprisoned her since that dreadful night when Bruce had come for her at the lodge. Only isolated images remained in her memory of the events of that shocking time, brilliant and horrible as exploding stars. The ride home a nightmare in which the staggering knowledge of her father's death clashed against her knowledge of Bruce's reaction to finding her alone with Florian. Then, suddenly, Hannah taking her in her arms Hanand speechless nah, And the closed mask of a door the door of the little back parlor, behind which her father lay. The com ical little undertaker, with the bald head, at whose appearance Autumn had fled to her own room to scream into her pillows with hysterical laushter, until Hector had come quietly in and sat on white-face- d cone-shape- the bed beside slower than 15 other of tha tha evaraga brands of tha largest-sellin- g tasted -s- lower than may of By burning 25 than CAMELS T Sn5 SWVKI OSTENSO-W- NU . lliHi-ay- 17 1M MAI THA give a srnok big plus aqua! to her. From d some- Hector had come She where learned later that Bruce had finally reached him by telephone. Then, in the depth of night, the moan of Saint forsaken Pat, the moan of Saint Pat! Yes, Hector was trying to bring her around. It was sweet of him, of course, but where was the use of their talking any more of Bruce Landor? Bruce seemed more unguessa-b'to her now than ever, in the numbness of her fatigue. It was difficult to remember clearly what he looked like, or to recall the timbre of his voice. It seemed years since she had seen him, severe and silent, at the entrance to the Cast'e, where he did not turn in after his car had escorted her and Florian deep-throate- e EXTRA SMOKES PER PACK! home. Autumn turned and faced Hector "Fools?" she said. "Yes. darling and past redemption." He looked at her with curiously 'bright eyes. 'Probably, .my tieac, ca:.ed death of the man he or.ee friend. I fear that it may become sr.aU an obsession from whicn hewr.o is one tr.e I air. never escape. one is to to blame. Autumn, if any love. for hopeless blame "I can never tell you, my darlirg to n.e at last, girl, how love came or..y after years of groping I can we:e tell you that it came, after you the born, but that I never forgot wife the me made vows that had too. of your father. I can tell you, woma is love it is when that love whole hfe and being. She can probably," he replied. "What, for example, are you going to do about that that little note your father wrote into his will?" "I don't know yet," she replied. "I should like Bruce to know about it. naturally. I shall think of some way" "With your permission," Hector suggested, "I shall attend to that myself. I should like to, if you don't mind. Or perhaps you would prefer to look after it in your own way." "I'd like you to do it," she rean's "It would be simpler." it though "I'll make a copy of it now, then," neverofescape the earth. plied. Hector said, and paper to a small desk at the end of the room where he sat and wrote while Autumn smoked a cigarette in silence Presently he got up and folded the sheet of paper as he came toward her. Her eyes followed him with a slow, spent interest as he thrust the paper into his pocket and drew out a slender packet tied with gold cord Hector unbound the packet, and with fingers strangely reverent, lifted from it a letter that lay uppermost. "These letters," he said" in a gently modulated tone, "were my rea- son for asking you and Bruce to dinner at my house that night. As it turned out you could not come, but I had wanted you both to read them, even then, difficult as it was for me. These letters belonged to your mother. They were written to her by Geoffrey Landor. Before she died she entrusted them to me. I am giving them to you now so that you may read them when you are alone. In them he tells of his efforts to leave the country with his wife and son when his life here became hopelessly involved." Autumn drew a quick breath. "You mean he tried to get away?" she asked softly. Hector cleared his throat with a painful hesitancy. "He did. I myself know how he tried quite apart from anything he wrote here." "I did not know that," she mur- she go to ue ends took-th- do not know what lies before Jane Landor is a strong-willehere. you woman and she has already made it clear that she intends to continue at her own ranch, all her obligations, and bring You and up her boy in the valley. Auhe will be growing up together. when come will tumn, and the time enemies-accord- ing you must be friends or to the will of his mother and your father, who hate each other now. It is my wish, Autumn, that you see things clearly and without to prejudice, and that you refuse be influenced by this tragedy of the past. I should like to think that you "I d e ' fj'H mured. "Your father did not tell you that, because to him it was not important," Hector went on. "Jarvis never had a true perspective of the thing that happened to him to all of them. He was obsessed. Jealousy will drive a man to do things for which he is not altogether accountable. Your father believed it was Geoffrey's plan to leave and have Millicent join him later. But "He had Geoffrey at bis mercy." Geoffrey's property at the time was held and burdened Jarvis heavily would be a friend of Geoffrey's boy. the bag, as we say. He had GeofIt might help to pay the debt of, frey at his mercy." Your devoted mother, Millicent." Autumn sat on the edge of her the time Autumn had reached chair, her fingers tightly interlaced theByend of the letter, the words were in her lap. Her eyes burned fixedly like a moving dimly silver caravan upon Hector as he talked. beyond her tears. The clairvoyance "I shall leave the letters with you, of the dying! Perhaps Millicent had then, to read when you wish. But even hoped that there might be more this" he tapped lightly the letter than friendship between her daughhe had selected from the packet ter and Geoffrey Landor's son "this one I want you to read now and effectuation of that destiny while I am with you. It was your which had in her and Geofmother's wish that I should give it frey. Autumnbegun across at Hecglanced to you when and if I should ever tor where he had seated himself think it necessary to do so." again at the windows, and folded He removed a fragile, folded sheet the letter pensively in her hands. from the yellowed envelope that en"Thank you, Hector," she said, closed it. "for showing me this." "Why haven't you told me about He did not turn from the window, this before?" Autumn asked him. and Autumn laid the letter beside Hector flushed painfully. "You for- the packet on the table and went to get, my dear, that your father was him. my friend. It has been difficult "You've done your part," she said, enough for me to decide to tell you "and I'm grateful to you." even now. Nothing but your resoluHe turned and put an arm about tion to leave this country and spend her. For a moment he seemed on of in the rest your days England the point of speaking. Then he patconvinced me that the time had come for me to place these letters ted her shoulder affectionately and turned away. in your hand." "I'll be going, I think," he said He unfolded the letter and took from within it a short note that brokenly. "Come to see me." Without another word he left her, had been enclosed with the longer one. picked up his hat from the small "This," he said, handing Autumn sofa on his way out, and walked the shorter one, "you may read beaway, his thin, straight back solfore the other." dierly and unflinching. From the Autumn took it in trembling fin- windows, Autumn watched him go, her teeth biting down into her quivgers and let her eyes dwell upon the ering lip. Then she turned and went delicate, paling script. to her room. friend dear (Milli"Hector, my do not think cent had written), Bruce Landor, in loose gray flanthat I shall recover. Please do not nels, swung his considerable length to vour me. trust of limb forget promise out of his modest automoI that the task bequeath to you will bile and proceeded carelessly up the bring you no unhappiness. In gratito Hector Cardigan's steep steps Millicent." tude, door. He was somewhat mystified, With unseeing eyes. Autumn stared he had resisted any suspifor moments at the slip of paper in though cion of intrigue, by the urgency with hand. her which Hector had pressed him to "Now, my dear you may read come to dinner. this," Hector said, handing her the umui, uuviuumj ai a tension, letter he held When at last she was able to gov- ushered him in, took his top coat and ern her emotions, the phrases hat and hung them on the rather inseemed to burn into her eyes with a secure rack in the hall, a rack which, Bruce supposed, one should ghostly incandescence. admire as having belonged to Cleo"To my beloved daughter. Aupatra, or perhaps Confucius. tumn (she read). When you read "I'm glad you came, my boy," these words, if you ever do read Hector said, drawing himself up solthem, it will be because Hector Carand looking at Bruce with a digan has deemed it proper that emnly eye. "Come along in. I penetrating do so. should They concern have an you appetizer waiting for you." things which I myself should have wished to tell you if events and cir"Right, Hector!" Bruce said, folcumstances had made it necessary lowing his host into the dining room 1 I or possible. "I want you to know, dear Autumn, that neither your father nor Geoffrey Lar.dor was to blame in the unfortunate accident that took Geoffrey's life Geoffrey had done his utmost to get away and forget me and help me forget him Hector can tell you whv it was lmpos-- s b!e for him to go Since that terrible day, in the spring, your fri'her hJ" vtocri"' Constantly ' over the Choice courtly fellowship, my boy! HeJor Proposed, and held his glass By BCTH WYETH SPEAfiS for Bruce is a boy and a touch it with his own. once HERE you can make girl d0H at their glasses quick They drained forward with a The body is two tubes of maters! rd Bruce held his good made of fabric stitched together the spirits to simulate socks and shoes and to- then stitched, turned and stuffs He waved a hand , f tr.p nasi!' walls as he as indicated at the left of ward the tapestned sketch. The head is a two-inc-h tbj sPke. . , . ;l,W. tbn can vi uum (.uvueu nrst with mm Hector locked at with an ex-- , eolton and then with tight!, again me glasses fed that cloth sewed in the back citen.ent m his movementsBut he stretched to wonder .'.nA glass nSd across the top of tohis Bruce as he bowed once more and drar.k. -- Well " he said, when the glasses must be I weie empty again, "you Let s sit with CI I L q sty boy. my 4 IOOTH M I Li ready for supper, in." ,, "I h'pe I hall never be hungrier,to Bruce replied and took the chair a with which his host invited him hand. wave of tr.e I were COVER BALL COVER MAKE Tr.e wine was excellent, as Hec-or's CLOTH OF WITH salads. the wis the cold meats and WITH SQUARE MUS.W sub-,- , Of first excitement seemed to TOW Of COI VRH and meal progressed, as the fashion gs jn he talked in a leisurely steps ! and 2 The talked of Jarvis Dean's death de as in step 3 and the impress iu..c. shows hnwt. diaeram w fj'i'.wed, of the Dean estate and of tubes and the head are sewn HIS toAutumn's plans to live in England-b- ut Sew across the top of the gether. tone always in an impersonal legs to make the doll jointed. Sew mat gave Bruce no hint of what was the arms down and the tips of the ui.imin tr.e oiu man Sew feet up: ..as indicated. clear . . i uneii u.ty pneft trnm Tnp lauie. i irmmh the head whfn adrfmn MiC '& it. over a cloth tnrcarf tidily uo,.tr about half bead Letweea eyes way the the dishes and led Bruce into the top and bottom. This shapes drawing room, closing the dining the cheeks. A few stitches in red room door behind him. make the mouth. The pleated "The skeletons will be at the skirt is cut straight. The trouto feast," Bruce thought, smiling sers are slightly shaped in the himself. crotch. The sweaters are made The evening having turned cool, from the striped tops of children's Hector had kindled a small blaze of socks. tiled firepine logs in the Dutch themseated now and they place, NOTE: The 10 cent edition of their it with brandy before selves Book No. 4 is now ready Sewing and cigarettes. as well as the 10 cent for mailing, "I suppose you would be uncom editions of No. 1, 2 and 3. Mrs. of modern fortable in the presence has just made quilt block furniture," Bruce remarked, glanc- Spears for three designs selected patterns have "You room. the ing idly about favorite Early Americas. her from of the lived so long with the ghosts You have these more. Hector-- to : i rp r i ' 'I i -- Ti-e- j - . .i-- pat may quilts. past." with your order for FREE terns A strange glow warmed Hector's four books. Price of books II eyes. "In more ways than one, my cents each postpaid. Set of three "But boy," he observed pointedly. block patterns without books I have never permitted my ghosts quilt 10 Send orders to Mrs. cents. to haunt me. That Elizabethan wine-cuDrawer 10, Bedford Hills, Spears, elabto an he now" pointed orately wrought chalice that stood on the top of a china closet "who knows but what the death of some gallant courtier may have been drunk from its brim? But does it make the cup less beautiful, less precious to our time?" "Rather not," Bruce replied. "On the contrary" "The past," Hector said, warming to his subject, "is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion. If we stand at the entrance to that avenue and peer within, remote times telescope into our own immediate past, so that with clear eyes we may note that the events of antiquity and of a few decades ago have the same values. Or do you follow me, sir?" Bruce regarded his host with mounting curiosity. "I believe I do," Bruce said, swept involuntarily into Sector's stately mood. Hector waved a fine brown hand toward the Spierinx tapestiy on the wall to their left. "The accomplished fact of the past," he continued, "may be compared to a tapestry like that upon which we can look with disinterested sympathy and compassion and admiration at the quaint desires and ambitions and tragedies and loves of our forefathers. To the rational mind even a generation ago is such a tapestry, my boy." Hector was leading studiously to something. His oratory was not without a definite obiect. of that Bruce was sure. He settled himself in his chair and resolved to wait patiently for the disclosure of his purpose. "Do you remember that line from The Tempest? 'What's past is prologue.' You will excuse me," he apologized suddenly, am an old man and given to romantic indulgences." Bruce smiled. "Go ahead. Hector! I've had some such ideas in my own mind, though I've never oeen able to put them into words." 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"There is nothing much that can tell you, Hector," Bruce ou probably know more replied about it ihan I do." "Have you any very clear opinion concerning how your father where one end of a long refectory came to his death?" Hector asked table of solid, gloomy old oak was abruptly. with fine spread tastily linen and "1 have understood that he took silver and china, and a surprising his own ause of his love fo. array of edibles. oiiuuit-- r Br " e rewoman, Bruce had here, always, a dis- turned. that he was concerting feeling "You know that?" about to see the wraiths of "1 have DUt two -anri antiquity - i,.n ."seiner. emerge from the draperies on the llei tor ,, ...tuit.-cmni v walls and repossess with jealous know rest 1 hards these treasures that furb.shed have they were in love-t- he guessed." 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