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Show The Cache American, Lopan, Cache County, Utah BURST ONCE IWgranville church w m.u. CHAPTER I Arriving t Cabeza da Negro was coming home. Neither Curt nor e Lee had ever vliited the email fishing port in the old days, but that was the way it hit them now aa It rose up out of the sea. Once It had been only a collection of manaca shacks on stilts, cut oft n inland from by An unhealthy spot for marshes. white men. Today all that was changed or fast changing. They were up at dawn for tha early docking and to watch the long, low blur on the horizon which slowly became the Tierra Libre coastline. Lee caught her breath as that blur took shape. Her memories of it were precious. True, she'd been happy since, and now she had the boys. But no happiness, not even the children, could ever erase from her mind those first years here with Curt Hard working days for him, in a Job for which he was born, romance and beauty in the tropic setting for her. Unconsciously she snuggled closer under Curt's arm as they stood at the rail staring landward. Unconsciously, too. Curt was scowling, but Lee did not see this. Meanwhile, Buddy and Chuck were clamoring and tugging unnoticed at the ends of their split leash they couldn't be allowed free run of the deck. "Anuwer dog wace. Daddy, begged Chuck in the fuzzy tones of a lik one-tim- fever-ridde- four-ye- Curt grinned and skimmed over the rest of the letter hurriedly. Leo ssw hit growing excitement as ha straightened In bit chair. "Lee! Theyre offering me the Job of Chief Engineer!" He took a deep breath and went on more slowly, soberly. "But they say the offers contingent upon residence with family for term of contract. Three years. Of course, if I had the Job I'd like to hart you and the kids with me, but" Lee rose and went around to him, pushing back tha table to sit on bis knees and look him gravely, in the eyes. Here was a situation to be handled, one to be nipped In bud. It took her a moment to find the right words. "You'd like that Job, wouldn't you, darling?" It was more statement than ques- levees, floodgates, railroad, power plants all kinds of projects! And his eyes flamed, a chance hone7, to work on that overhead irrigation system I missed out on when we came north." He broke off again and his eyes went blank to bide, or try to hide, bow much this could mean to him. "Well," he went on carefully, itd be something more than this kinder- - old. didn't yet have Buddy's clarity of speech, for Buddy was all of six and quite a man. Curt obligingly called, "One, two, three, go," and the children scampered down the deck on all fours, barking and pulling their leashes Mon-tay- a, about them. Theyra rival, Lee." "I hive a feeling, I cant explain, but She bit her lip. "No, that a woman' trick, that not fair." Finally, with reluctance, ihe (aid, "Well, at leat it wouldnt do any harm to find out more about these people." "Sweetheart!" Curt shouted, and Jumped for her. Her next word were muffled against hi shoulder: "Weil, I bop wife." I'm not a He didn't sea the tears in ber eye. And that was the first step that led to their being here on the Pisces. The second? Curt had put in a short-waphone call for Jerry Mclnnia, his closest friend during the years he'd worked in the tropics. Mclnnis was now Chief Engineer for the Associated Fruit Growers at Puerto Soledad. The Call cam through later were that morning. Greetings quickly over. Then: "Jerry, what do you know about tha Companla Agricola Tropical? Claim to have that swamp between tha Negro and the Masica" "Yeh, I know, only it won't be a swamp much longer. Theyre doing a swell Job of reclamation. Curt. Well, I dont know much about them. Guy called Montaya heads the outfit. Theres a whisper around ba was hooked up with Cedillo in Mexico and got out by the skin of his teeth when that revolt failed. But thats only gossip, take it for what it's worth. Seems to have plenty dough behind him, but I don't know where it comes from. Old Man Moore probably has the but you know how he is." Moore was General Manager in Tierra Libre for Associated Fruit Growers. "Whos In with this Montaya? "Don't rightly know, Curt. Montaya seems the only top man so far's I can see. There's a couple cf Swedes I don't know anything about except they hold their liquor and don't talk. Youngish guys. And a Dutchman Hollander, I mean a chemical man. Panama disease has shown up over on our side and if theyre going to raise bananas they'll have to find some means of combating Yes, sure. But how come Associated didnt have that piece tied up? Never heard of anyone getting ahead of Old Man Moore before." "Well, weve already got plenty of good land, all we can handle now or in the reasonable future. And this piece'll cost real money to develop. Why all these questions. Curt? "Under your hat, Jerry, theyve offered me the Job of Chief Engineer. Wanted to know more about them. Think theyre reliable? "Well-1- , yes. Curt, they are, so fars I know. But Id hate to have " you make a decision on my A wary, reluctant note had crept Into Mclnnis voice. "Whos been handling the job? Chigger Mitchell. "What! Old Mitch? Hes a good man. What happened they need another? "Well, you know how Mitch was kind of tough on labor. A driver and all that And he could sure find a guy's weak spot and dig under the skin. He didn't get the name Chigger for nothing. Well, he mustve made an enemy over there who wanted a souvenir. Anyway, his ears were missing when they found him just a few days ago, it was and they had to use a basket for the rest of him. These machetes are bad stuff, as you know well enough. Early in the morning Curt wired his acceptance to the C. A. T. peoples New Orleans office. Back came, overnight a contract for signature. And things moved fast. The freighter Pisces, one of a small fleet of Norwegian vessels chartered to the C. A. T. outfit would be held over a day in New Orleans awaiting them. Loaded with rails, cement, lumber, machinery, it was bound for Cabeza de Negro, the new C. A. T. port at the mouth of the Rio Negro. Curt had less than twenty-fou- r hours to wind up all his affairs in the States, store the car, arrange for care and lease of the house through an agent, for forwarding of their mail . . . Their mail! The first batch, readdressed and sent by air to New Orleans, caught up with Curt just before they sailed. Busy with details of baggage and boarding ship, he hastily stuffed the handful of letters into his pocket. It was hours before he thought of it and hauled it forth for inspection. The ship had reached the mouth of the Mississippi; theyd dropped the pilot and were headed out into the Cult One letter was a small plain envelope, postmarked Puerto Soledad, Tierra Libre. Inside was a brief note. "Mr. Curtis. Don't bring your family to San Alejo, dont come yourself. Don't come! Zora Mitchell. (TO DE COMISLED) tight-lippe- ... 'Com-pani- teitvicc low-dow- taut bomb-proofin- g Changes Pending v He This play brought Curt and Lee to the vessel's stern where their eyes caught the flat black smudge in the distance. A lean, low gray vessel was cutting in toward the coast farther to the north. "Headed for Soledad," Curt muttered, and the frown returned to his forehead. Lee clutched his arm. "Its a destroyer! One of ours, Jeff! Must be. And its racing! Do you suppose . . . there wasn't any word on the bulletin board Curt patted her hand and smiled down at her. "Dont be getting any ideas, he said, and was immediately conscious hed taken a second or so too long in replying. "Theres no revolution here. Uncle Sams just paying a courtesy call. We're doing more of that than we used to throughout the Caribbean." "But its speeding! See how the smoke lays flat from the funnels! "That's caused by the wind from around Punta Cauca, honey. Our smoke would look the same if we were in that position." Once more, as he stood against the rail with Lee, Curt went over in his mind the string of events leading up to their presence here on the Pisces as he'd done so many times these past several nights, lying awake in the dark. He started with the proposition itself. He and Lee had been dawdling over a late breakfast, while the children played on the lawn within range of the open windows. He had the morning paper folded to handy size and propped against the coffee urn, and was sunk in a roving reporters column purporting to give the progress of the Panama Canal. It took Lee several efforts to break through to him. It was the final "Jeff Curtis! that did it, and he looked up to discover shed been running over the morning mail. There was a storm signal in her eyes and she was tapping the knuckles of one hand with a long, flat envelope. "Who do I know in Cristobal? he said easily. "Why, no one, I guess. Theres old Jim Bragg over on the Pacific side. Letter? Gimme. Some day, my fine lad, she began promisingly, "when you bury yourself in the paper oh, whats the use? She gave up and handed him the letter. He ripped it open, slid out the several sheets of enclosure. Only mailed from Cristobal." He a read aloud the letterhead: Agricola Tropical, San Alejo, Tierra Libre. Port, Cabeza de Negro. Cable, CAT. Huh. Who do you suppose they are? Cabezas that little fishing village down the coast from Soledad, but I never heard of San Alejo. He glanced at the end of the letter. "Signed, Apolonio President and General Manager.' Never heard of him." He ran his eye down the first page and looked up to exclaim: "Why, honey, its a new banana outfit! Opening up twenty thousand hectares between the rivers Masica and Negro. But that stuff s all swampland! You remember, Lee, that big stretch of swamp across the Negro, dotted with a few spots of jungle? And the mosquitoes!" Milk Distribution sugar-and-wat- tion. He lowered his eyes. "Well, I'd I'd yes, sure I would! That'd be a real Job! Just think, Lee. Drainage, "Theyre offering me the Job of garten stuff Im doing now. Twenty thousand hectares is quite an order. "Yes, I know. But you'll leave it to me to decide, wont you? "Well-1- , yes, Lee, he faltered. "I guess Ill have to. She looked a long moment Into his eyes, then pushed a forefinger in circles through his thick, curly hair before kissing him lightly. "It will hurt, dear, she said quietly, but you'll have to forget it. There are Buddy and Chuck. We can't take them to a malarial swamp and with Buddy ready for school this year. "But, Lee, they cover that here! He swallowed hard, They say They dodging her steady gaze. say they have excellent accommodations halfway up the Quebrado Mountains, including school, hospital, clubhouse, swimming pool, tennis courts. They claim theres no fever in their settlement San Alejo they call it and Lee, we ought to like it as well as we liked Puerto Soledad. We were happy in Soledad, Dont think I can ever ling. get But we left Tierra Libre cause we wanted children darforbe- and thought this country and climate best for them. "I know, he answered unhappily. She got up and stood at the window, hands locked behind her. At length, without turning, Lee asked, How do you know theyre responsible people? "I wouldn't accept without investigating them! "The letter is headed San Alejo, Tierra Libre, but its mailed in a plain envelope from Cristobal, she mentioned. "Oh, thats explainable. They put their mail aboard an Associated ship at Soledad, no doubt, whose purser dropped it at Cristobal for faster air service. It came by air, you know." "And the plain envelope?" I Curt fidgeted. "Well-. don't think that means anything. Maybe they were out of printed ones. Or perhaps," his voice quickened, in mailing it on an Associated vessel they were being wary of Associated finding out too much d say-so.- Chief Engineer! 1 j Pape Seven Labor, Transportation, Material the Reaion By T. G. STITTS 'Ckief at CeOs jlmirfl ted Sereieo. Tarn Credit Aiauattraiiea, W lilufiM. D. Cl Shortages of critical materials and resources threaten to bring about mort dramatic changes in milk distribution methods within the short space of a few weeks than tha combined forces of competition and industrial ingenuity have brought about In tha past tew yetrs. Shortages of rubber, labor, trucks, machinery, paper and possibly other materials may accentuate the trend away from bom delivery, delivery, speed up cause zoning of sales areas and may spell the end of special deliv-eriand particular special services. e factors overshadThese trend ow temporarily the longer-rutoward new methods of distribution which have been going on for sev-eryears in the fluid milk Indus- every-other-da- y ei war-tim- n 7HAT a practical idea there is in this cunning small outfit for little girls! Off with the jacket and you have a cunning play dress ' without sleeves so that it permits rollicking freedom and plenty of healthy sun tan. It is a dress which your daughter can wear m comfort for hours of back-yarplay, beach games and farm life! The jacket which dramatically Courtesy U. 8. Department of Agriculture frock into transforms the This little miss from Washington, a smart street princess outfit is just waist D. 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Paper Instead of Melal The introduction of paper containers, growth of gallon and containers, increase in store sales, increased sale of special milks, growth of peddlers, use of retail discount schemes and development of all wholesale dealers are among the more important recent changes that were well under way in several larger cities before the defense and the war emergency developed. From experiences so far. It is difficult to conclude how many of these Many changes will be permanent. of them will be, but others may prove to be unsatisfactory for one reason or another. post-wa- Size 13 (31) with shoulder materuffles, requires 3's yards ' rial. With short sleeves, 3?fc yards. Send your order to: SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 Nee Montgomery Street Calif. Saa Francisco Enclose 20 cents in coins for each pattern desired. Size Pattern No. Name , Address Barbara Beil Pa. tern No. 1607-- is designed for sizes 2. 3, 4. S and 6 years. 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Cotton seed will soon be more important than Cotton lint, according to This change a cotton economist has come about since science has discovered new uses for linters, hulls, oil and meal. Linters are the short fuzzy fibers left by the gin. They are used for gun cotton, varnishes, mattresses, fine writing paper, kodak films, smokeless powder and shatter-proo- f glass. Mixed with chemicals, the linters form plastics that can be molded into thousands of useful articles from radio cases to knife handles. Linters, spun into yam, make the new rayon fabrics. Cotton hulls go into bran for cattle, blotting paper, packing materials, baseballs and horse collars. Oil pressed from the seed is sold for food uses and goes into auto cup grease, roofing tar, cosmetics and medicine. Cotton in emulsifying cake and meal, left after the oil is extracted, is used for stock feed and fertilizer. Cotton cloth has been used experimentally in making hard surfaced highways in 25 states. Research hag produced a cotton cloth that looks like wool and is being used for blankets. A new cording, strong enough for parachute harness and bomb slings, is taking the place of linen, once imported before the war. Rural Briefs For best production milking should be done at regular hours. After milking is started, it should be completed without interruption and as rapidly as possible. A new method of cheese-makin- g developed at the Virginia Polytechnic institute cuts the customary time in half and has been selling at a premium on the market Bisle fJensiasi's Bteeasaas Suppose you knew that one aisle of one floor in one store had everything you needed to purchase! Suppose that on that aisle you could buy household necessities, smart clothing, thrilling gifts for bride, graduate, voyager! How much walking that would save! How much time, trouble and fretful shopping you would be spared! That, in effect, is what advertisements in this paper can do for you. They bring all the needs of your daily life into review with in one convenient place. Shop from your the advertisements. Keep abreast of bargains, instead of chasing them. Spend time in your newspaper to save time and in the stores. money Hfc rTVU USL.1.1 oi amain H ... easy-chai- , j r, |