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Show LEHI FREE PRESS, LEHI. UTAH CLARK MCMEEKIN crnR Y TUIS FAB: While voy- . . Mm England to America Lark down She is cast ch.n .,uos ' 1'P "pofs Gait Withe, a bound island. and W her. Lark is made pris- her lor ransom. i t.u ii 1 1 in I, louno j Udinf She escape. nunn. iirr ny sci lILtheirt, liiseuisea ai of one Dr. Mat- 0B the activities scene and on the Gait arrives WV w 6rt Lark to Norfolk, but on concealed In ,,nr the boat end Cony the boat while men fight, two me hack to the Inn. Dr. Matson spares "'"-- Lar .ift life en- in a eypsy camp, Dr. Matson favors to denUfy David. ' .. CHAPTER XIV thoughts be said glumly, 'and his but on his business. No, I can overtake him. wt think we'Twill be all we can Not tonight. own skins. do to save our "He's right," Ginko said. "Forgget a quick et about David and out. start before the alarm goes work and downhill path the Take toward the beach. Matson, like as not will think you've taken the highand search that way to Norfolk His face fell- - "Your on him, Lark," he gate and ran across the patch open gr0und &Te of ! lay beUv wkere horses were They could hear the farmer searching arour.d the house seeking ! ' Sftr,Vtraclof them- Thy Paused! hands on the horses' bri- d es as the blast of an blunderbus shattered the silence of - the night. The horses shied r.rv. y to them soothingly and ratted their flanks. Oalt said, "WV'd best be off. Lark, ine stars are clouding over and it looks as if we might have a smart shower of rain. I'll feel better if we put this place behind us soon." He deposited the knife and the coins safely in the pouch at his waist. The rain caught them before they had gone many miles and .forced them to seek shelter in a barn on the far side of Longboat Creek. were drenched and shivering,They but crept deep into the hay ancfV found what warmth they could. Lark awoke next morning with chattering teeth and a hot flushed face. Her legs were cramped and whl-cP're- ' Raskall was by Here was a good place, he Lark, to water their horses and inlet. rest till noon. Gratefully they curled up in the sand and were soon fast asleep. Lark wakened first and, rising on her elbow, lay watching Gait. How looked, lying there, how relWhat axed . . . how beautiful. latent strength he possessed, what manliness, she thought. In a moment he opened his eyes long he smiled at her. "I'm hungry," said, "simply starving. Looks we'll have to find us some oyst- oysters so the next time I am open shipwrecked. . . ." In an instant his with hers and they mood veered were laughing together, wading down to the water's edge, here in this hidden cove, and scooping up handfuls of oysters, tearing them loose from the sandy beds, opening them and lapping up the rich food. "Look!" Lark pointed to a nearby scrub which was laden with red berries.' "Do you think poi- they're son?" they're not poison. They're Plenty of 'em on Assateague. I've tasted them often." He pulled cluster after cluster and loaded her lap with the wild fruit. "They're good," she said, him companionably. ,s"Jiungi at Taste!" She rut one in his month. She followed him to where they had hobbled the horses near a small stream of water which meandered awn to the shore. The horses were hidden here and could crop the tenter shoots of marsh grass which speared up through the sandy soil. uarkness found them skirting westward behind Gargathy Inlet. "nee during the afternoon, they had a lone horseman jfen and crept into tangle of undergrowth till he as safely past them. Jhere's a cottage yonder," Lark a'a. "Maybe we can get into it. "would be fine to make a fire in a ePlace and curl up on a dry floor m front of it." rf,,alt nodded and they circled the darkened cottage. from within stopped them. "No, ground-apple- . I I ! I I I J ! sometimes a crackling "'led roughly, and a man came out d under the gabled roof "lc" Protected the colonade, peer-ffi- f into the night, 8nd Galt crouched low in the tan.i thl! ,UnderSrowth, thankful that d leff tho horses tied some littu 0fF in the woods- Tne farm awi' Stoodthcvfor a mrnent listening scZ as, clun8 close together, ..ic.ely daring to breathe, un'" he shouted, "I heerd tin m h poachin' and thievin. in' thpt ole treasure thet 1 11 1 gct un swear t0 win; .blast un sure!" Hc t try-ain't- God-turne- int0 the house. tt,er make a run for it," Gait whispered. "If he gets his and'finV tramP abo"t till daylight "j us Rliro " Ti 'Hev ont . . .. . lr Ieet carefully, Jllineth woo'en clothes from the thom v s' shaking the dried leave.) out thr!!Cn? their hairThey crept lhrugh the broken-dow- n iron "W.M3uk . . - Carried her tenderly inside the little shelter. her shoulders ached unbearably. It took all the strength she could muster to suck one of the handful of eggs which Gait found in the hay and to allow him to help her mount Dosta in the early gray of the bleak autumnal morning. The long day's riding was complete misery and, except for Gait's kindly consideration, would have been unendurable. The two horses, with the feeling of the road in them now, set their pace at a steady even gait. That night they were lucky enough in the to come on a hunter's lean-twoods. Gait lifted Lark from the saddle and carried her tenderly inside the little shelter, piling what dry boughs and leaves he could find,in for a couch. He laid a snare the undergrowth and was fortunate enough to catch a wild rabbit. He slivered and whittled a branch into o e, nre with his flint and tinder, nursed it along with infinite care until it would take hold of a sizeable dry log he had been able to find in a corner of the lean-to- . For a time the hot strengthening meat seemed to put fresh life into Lark, but toward midnight her fever rose and the chills gripped her once Z J, Soa 11 Mt 1 e. 0 J 17102 die M jerry's How Sluggish Folks "& , Ft JPULXT MOMICI CAST 25 summer storm, and just as deadly; when she's gay she's a veritable pinwheel a on wheels. Get Happy Relief f "The Women," Joan has fre- Joan Fontaine quently been a storm center, and 'most always town's gossip conversation piece. Joan, when she wants to be, can be a witch right out of "Macbeth." She once said : "I express my feelings by action. I have a frightful temper, and I can fly into rages about almost anything that gets on my nerves at any time of day or night." Surprise, Surprise! The big news of the moment is that she went through one whole pic- ture without once losing her temper. That was "The Affairs of Susan," for Hal Wallis at Paramount. Producer Wallis, a wise man (he must be anyway he won 27 Oscars during a period), provided Joan with everything an actress could set her heart upon. She had not one but four leading men George Brent, Dennis O'Keefe, Don De Fore, and Walter Abel. In the picture each of these men falls in love with Her and wants to marry her. In "The Affairs of Susan" Joan played her first comedy role, and that scared her, she confided to me. Says I to her: "You've got one of the finest comedy directors in the business Bill Seiter. He knows more than many of our supposed big shots, whom he's taught all they know, but can't remember because their hats are now too high for them to balance the hat and the brain underneath 'em. So with Bill just let yourself go. He'll carry the ball over the goal line, and you 11 get the credit." She did, and now says, "I prefer comedy to those droopy roles l ve been playing." . . It's Contagious But it wasn't always sweetness and light with Joan. On her last picture, the $4,000,000 "Frenchman's Creek," there was more than a bttle trouble between her and Artnro De the technicolor pirate. Cordova, Joan was very unhappy on that one, and when Joan's unhappy every one within shouting and shooting range is apt to be unhappy, too. All due to a misunderstanding of the language. He apologized, she apologized, and they were friends again. Many of the reports circulated about Joan are pure malice. Joan just never bothers to answer back. "But I don't let those things bother me any more," she told me. "After all, by this time they've said everything and written everything that could be said or written about me, so why explain anything?" Don't You Believe It The Fontaine-D- e Havilland "feud" rumors, for instance, are a part of the legion of legends about her. Joan contends there isn't any feud, never has been one. "Why," says she, "if Livvy ever needed help I'd be the first one she came to, and vice . door-kno- . . S1I hope that no one saw you enled the way up the nar- ' ' ter." Mara row carpeted stairs. "I believe all the children were engaged in their classes and there are not many of at mis my friends on tne streets One does have hour. morning early to be careful of appearances when their school has as select a reputation as mine. You understand that, of course, Miss Shannon?" a few feet Gait stopped stock-stil- l hinu, them on the landing. "Lark," he said, "since David isn't here, I'd good-bsay we tell Mistress Hastings and take our foot in hand." v .TU EE CONTINUED) AN garden, quaint and charming, blooms in natural colors on sheet and pil low cases, worked mainly in stitch. lazy-dais- y WHEN CONSTIPATION punk You can have Pattern 7102 "story book" bad linens. has transfer of one 6 by two 6',i by 20',i, motifs; edging lnstrocuon. to an unusually large demand and Due current war conditions, slightly more time Is required in filling orders for a few of the most popular pattern numbers. Send your order to: Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept. Box 3317 Sao Francisco , Calif. Enclose 16 Unknown Becomes Known new guy named Tommy Trout, six footer, 185 pounds, appeared at the studio, asking for a job. Tbey thought he wanted to work as a .laborer. Said he, "I want to act." As a joke, he was sent to Lillian Burns, Metro's coach. After five minutes with him she phoned the boss, and said, "If we don't sign him we ought to have our heads examined." They signed. He's finished his first, "Main Street After Dark." They swear from his performance he's been acting all his life. A makes you (eel ss the dickens, brings ea stomach upset, sour taste, gassy discomfort, taka Dr. Caldwell's famous medirins ts quickly pull the trigger on lazy "innards", and help yon feel bright and chipper again. DR. CALDWELL'S Is the wonderful senna laiture contained in good old Syrup Pepsin to make it so easy to take. 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"Captain that she took the name Fontaine, North did not go back to look for and not made talk, as Joan Livvy's Balwent to He Shannon. you, Miss knew it would. She wanted no one timore to attend to important busi- to write a story about Livvy's baby ness for the Cargoe Riske Compasister, said she. "If I can't win on ny." my own, being tied to Livvy's apron . . Oh, I "Important business strings won't help me. So what the see," Lark said flatly. She glanced heck! Just call me Joan Fontaine which hands at her down dejectedly or don't call me." she was twisting in her lap. She the reports that she and tired very hasRegarding felt suddenly very trouble with her directors she weak. answers: "How's any one going to "You will both want baths," she undermine a Hitchcock or a Cukor on the hand painted or a Bill Seiter? It's ridiculous!" said with her "I will have warm china Joan is a determined person with water sent to your rooms and will a will of iron. If something comes suitable more garments find some up she disagrees with she just plants for you, Miss Shannon." herself in the position she intends to Lark glanced down in quick confusion at her tattered gipsy finery. maintain and she maintains it. Ask David O. Selznick. He knows. "Oh " she said. "I'm so dreadfully "I was sick of being the sad sack com-in- " by you We've disgraced snrrv of the screen," said she. "I wanted We we? haven't like this, here to and now that I've didn't stop for a minute to think. We doneplay comedy, I'm than I've ever . I've been so it, happier tired. so were been in Hollywood." Lfine shavings with his cobby-knifanH when he had started a more. Gait sat helplessly by, chafher ing her cold hands and calling name over and over again as she tossed and raved about the shipwreck, and about that first dreadful night on Ghost Island, when she had found Clink Swalters and had been unable to save him. Next morning there could be no their thought of their continuing was dreadfully ill, Lark journey. that was plain to be seen, and Gait was in a frenzy of anxiety. His tenderly nursing was awkward, but him considcomforted It loving. she made erably that in her raving name. no mention of David North's When night came he knew he would have to hove help if he were to save Lark's life. She seemed or else she asleep for the time being, was sunk in a dreadful, deep unconHe wasn't sure, but he sciousness. her for awhile. He leave had to knew that. stoHe had scarcely thought what of man the when tell ry he would him with the the house confrontedaccorded strangsurliness suspicious country ers in this section of the Gait heard bus "My wife is sick." voice mumbling those "and knew in that instant ,that were the tru h he wished they from Norfolk north headed We're her Snow Hill Ending where foL live. Can I buy a blanket and tome food from you. look old enough to have wSe." said con.drr,ng man the a here, her "Bring besmall woman pushed up Gait. at out and peered hind him nega-av- SIID CO. ritlT-MOt- Joan Fontaine is never neutraL Alien she's angry she's lightning in slow-witte- the sun reddened the eastern reached Cockle Creek and they sky, the' Black Narrows. Gait said he had fished all up and down this coast and knew every little bay and prayer. "I'm beautifully hungry now," Lark said. "Where's your cobby-knif- e, Gait? You must teach me to SHE-DEVI- y. ... far the swifter ers, Lark, do you mind?" "Anything would taste good." She sat up and shook the sand out of her hair. "Oh, Gait, it's so good to be alive, to be free. Do you think those men will come back? Do you think Matson will send out others?" "I doubt they'll find us," Gait said sturdily. "We can make a race for it, if they do. Our horses are swifter than any of his, and now that we've found our freedom, both you and I, by God, we're going to keep it." Lark thought, he said that not like swearing, but almost like a mouth-waterin- L A to some Hol- lywood people; to others she's an angel. Joan Fontaine is one of those persons who never could be accused f being wishy-washShe's eleo-a-i- c, off with giving dynamic impulses, sometimes a sparkling posi-uv- e. The woman said, "I've got an ex-tr- y homespun blanket and plenty meal an' larded fowl, Tom. We could use a bit of cash money with the taxes coming due. I could add a bottle of my root tonic. It's mighty good for sick folks." She smiled at Gait. When Tom didn't answer her, but just stood there considering, she fetched the things and tied them in a bundle which she held out with some eagerness to Gait. When the man. more d than his wife, still didn't say anything, Gait held out one of his coins. The woman smiled contentedly and passed him the bundle as Tom, suddenly coming to life, snatched the coin and slammed the door in Gait's face. Her chills and fever ran their course for ten full days, and she was weaker than a new-bor- n kitten by that time. Anxiously, Gait guarded her for another three or four days until he felt her now returning strength would make it possible for them to continue their journey. At last, on the fifteenth day, she said, "Gait, I can make it now. Really, I think I can. Let me try." She stood up and took a few wobbly steps. His arm was around her, supporting her and giving her courage. He swung her up and into Dosta's saddle, steadying her for a moment as she swayed weakly and clung to him. He patted her knee and spoke as if he were talking to a small child. "You're all right, Lark. You can make it, darling. It won't be very long now. Tonight will see us at the ferry. Tomorrow we'll be in Norfolk. David will be there, waiting for you." "David!" Lark repeated the name "David will be slowly, stupidly. there waiting for me." "David isn't here? He hasn't been here?" Lark asked anxiously. "Oh, I'm so dreadfully worried." She sat on the very edge of Mara Hastings' horsehair sofa in the prim parlor of the house set a little way back street in Norfrom the tree-line- d folk. "David . . . Captain North is not here." Mara pursed her lips and tranquilly continued to net a small silk purse. "I thought I made myself quite clear on that point a few moments ago. I did not say he had not been here. You did not ask me As like Of course you remember them the seeds you planted from Ferry packet; the luscious, ripe fruits; g flavor of those the fresh salads; the inviting array of cams you put up for winter. Ferry ' Seeds are ready again to help make your garden yield a maximum of success and enjoyment. Have a better garden with Ferry's Seeds. On sale at your favorite dealer. la-li- es side. he you grew last year? at Looking into Exploded the ranks of the allayed. first "I'll pay you fair," Gait said, in screen's, back in 1939 an agony of impatience, as he stuck with a haunting his hand in his pouch and jingled performance in the coins. two horses, and Gait had to shorten his stride so that the smaller black Dosta might keep by his and CHE'S ..." of the told Remember the tomatoes HOLLYWOOD Now do! Listen to the woman!" The man t,r.;: .i. -- Row in land do we know th.s bov ain't a fv Hew go v.e kr.ow he ain't that very chap S:.enf! ?oM cs to be on the lookout for, who stele a horse up Horntcwn-wr,y- ? Fellow in town t'other day to:- - ir.e to be on the watch, tome ins.de r.ow, 'an let us get a good look at un." He held the door wide open. Gait ft it tm rec Llood mounting m hls unshavn cheeks. He took a step back cut of the light. ,"Do I spear hue a bound boy?" he said haughtily. wife and I are gtrtiefolk, both "My of us. 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