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Show The Cache American. Locran. Cache County. Utah Pace Seven SIATISC, CIRCLE PATTERS S to Wear All Summer Party Frock for a Little Girl Two-Piec- S CLARK M'MEEKIN TUB STORY THIS FAR: gtua-Ro- in told to (bon banc, Midoe, clear debt Bbea ber lather died, aalli from England lor America. David North, bom aba loves, nae to make the trip ilh ber, but dlaapiuintt her bjr calling lb nlgbl brlore. When In light ot the Virginia toaat the chip cncounlerc a violent norm. Lark manage! to get Into lifeboat, but It la swamped. She graba apar and nbea aha awakens leela aolld ground beneath ber. After recovering ber strength, ahe aeea Laarer, the Red ho etc aped from RaskaU, a Ine bora the chip, linking la quicksand. With the apar that lived ber ahe aavea him. The ext dap Call W'ltbe, a bound aervant, dlacoveri her on the Island. l VII CI1APTEB tough short mane where it began. ears back, shaking his head, stamping out furiously now with his nervous hoofs. Lark, her hand hard and firm on his neck, made a springing leap from the ground, scrambling for seat on his back, for a kneehold about that slim quick barrel It was her skirts that hampered her. her awkward billowin stifflsh skirts. Almost, she was secure, gripping with knees that were cramped from the crawling and waiting. Red Raskall reared before she was ready, reared and came down like a catapult, bead low now, legs stiff for the Jarring impact, and Lark knew shed lost him, knew her seat wasnt firm and right, knew it, and went rolling headlong into the sand riffle of the ridge base. But even as she knew It, even as she sobbed In the sickening disappointment of the fall the saw Galt spring for the horse, spring from the ridge where he'd lain hidden, spring and throw a long, sure sinewy leg over the plunging horse' shoulders, bend close along the neck, lace strong bare arms around Red Raskalls neck, and then the rider and horse were out of sight over the ridge top, and she heard the slither ot hoofs In the downward rush for the beach, heard the splash and echo of a heavy body striking water. . . . Lark raced for the ridge top and saw Galt, still on the Raskall's back, far out In the water now. He was trying to urge the horse back to- He sidled away from her, n "You be 'alone," he said. "You told me that fella North aint thli side the water, and the Hastings woman likely dont know youre coming. Who's going to look for you If you cant get away from the Inn? Wont It be taken for a fact you drownded on the Tempora?" "Why In the world would they want to keep me at the Inn? "I could tell you," Calt said unhappily. "Lot o rough uns coming to the Inn, time to time. I Just dont aim to take you there. Thats an end to It. I aim to go now, and come back for you and make for Homtown after dark, tonight. "Suppose you dont get to the mainland, now? Galt looked at the placid sky and dancing water. "Why? "It could storm you could drown. That be foolish." He turned back to the dinghy. "I can tell you this. I will come back for you. And If I'd been your fine David North, I wouldnt on no account missed that Tempora barkentlne. I wouldnt of sent a note, Id have been there. Lark said scornfully, ragingly, "You you . . . you're not fit to pol Ish the boots of a man like David North. Your "I aint studying 'bout polishing his boots. Galt pushed the dinghy loose from the wet clinging beach. "I Just said truth. Id have been there. FU be here tonight. "Ponies." Galt dropped down at once, out of sight against the side of the boat. "Lie flat. Lark. "They land at the point, Lark said Indifferently. "Ive seen them do It time and again, since Ive been here. Theres some soft grass in the valley they like." Galt nod ded, watching. And then the Indifference, the hopelessness was washed from Lark because she saw the lead horse, the n stallion, rising from big the water, finding his footing on the rocky point, standing there in the marsh grass, wet, gleaming, mag, nificent, dwarfing the ponies that swarmed up about him. "Thats Red Raskall! She bareLook, Galtl ly made the words. Thats the horse I told you about If we could Hes come back. only Dont you movel I think he sees us! "If he was but the stallion named Lancer, Galt said excitedly, and Red Raskall reared before she was e we could but snare him, Squire ready. would give a hundred pound reward for him. So I heard him say, wards the shore, turning him with talking to him, his and thats what his posted reward offers. I read it A special re- arms hugging the stallions neck. And then Red Raskall was ward. He brought a coil of tarred rope, floundering, turning, coming back from under the prow seat of the now, slipping on the shells and pebdinghy, and handed it to Lark. "See bles, coming up, quivering, a hunin an outcan you fashion a halter, while I dred yards reeds. of thick marsh growth could we to If the creep ridge top. "Galt how did you do it? Galt get a hand on, wed have to have a way to hold him, and I dont like to that was unbelievable! Lark watched the dinghy with her noose him. Too much chance hell sail-raget her back to choke himself. Ive seen many a for the western scud and the breeze do be wilder that. than pony They land smudge. After a while It took loons. He looked back and beckoned and on grace and a certain beauty. The d young fellow she followed, conscious of the rus- strange was her straight and beautid skirts, sailing tling noise of her afraid she might cough or sneeze, ful too, now. Distance was kind to his disreputatense with hope and excitement. Red Raskall was grazing a little ble clothes, the old white scars, his and tragic eyes. It beyond the herd, and Galt and Lark matted hair, the long clean lines of up pointed slipped back down the ridge to the beach and ran along quietly, swift- him, his ease and sureness as the bobbed and shivered, dissolvly, until Galt said they must ' be dinghy in a dancing shadow, a finally ing about opposite the horse now, if he point, nothingness. . . . hadnt moved too much. With the sudden fear that Red "Does he get back in the midst of em," he said breathlessly, well Raskall was gone. Lark hurried through the ridge break and saw that never get near him. They eased back up the ridge, and he was there, hitching his head up Lark, raising her cautious head to and down, trying to shake off the look over its top, was electrified to hobble and halter. It was almost twilight when she see him just beyond them, just a saw a boat coming from the direcbare few feet away, there. . . . "Galt let me try! Lark laid the tion of the mainland. It was bigthan the dinghy of the morning. rope halter down. "Im sure hell ger like the small fishing boats looked It know me. I believe I can Lark had seen off the Cornish of shelter the She crept from the coast, one summers trip. It was a scrub growth, down the steep and little yawl with mast, mainsail and sandy ridge side, on her knees. The and a tiny jigger mast stepped ib, horse was facing upwind. . . . With astern. It was manned by two enormous care and caution Lark be- far men, Lark realized now. A strange gan to stand up. She could almost thick-se- t heavy man, with a cap reach out and touch him. . . . Softly, low over his eyes, tended pulled all but soundlessly, she whistled, the mainsail and jib. A taller, soothingly, coaxingly. She spoke his younger-lookin- g figure, with neat name, Whoa, Lancer, whoa, boy, clubbed hair and a white shirt, was easy, Red Raskall. . . ." at the tiller in the yawls stern. Lancer wheeled, stopped, stood Neither of them responded to for a poised instant, watching Lark. Lark's waving, but when they came His lip curled back and he stamped, nearer, she saw that the younglooking toward the startled ponies er one, the man in the fresh white now, his tall flicking like a snapping shirt and clean faded sailor's whip. Lark walked toward him. breeches, was Galt She closed the little space with her I thought you'd never come! leisurely steps, talking to him. He Lark called. "Oh, Galt I am so stepped backward edgily, making glad to see you. You look splendid, the whimpering sound again, his Galt eyes rolling white and unsure. . . She hushed before the look on his Her hand was on his neck, the face, the guarded, sullen look. The base of his beautiful neck, i squat heavy man jumped out first, Ehe was knotting her fingers in the as the boat touched. red-brow- ... Ter-rain- knee-pressur- e, up-isla- wild-haire- salt-cruste- n W.N.V.ICH.VICI H grinned at Lark, her over, curiously. "Well" he said, his voice thick, iniAT game Is played more throughout the world than any muddy, un be a sweet meat, properl Gawd, that popinjay, Galtl That other? This is one of the queries hlssel' for you get from servicemen billeted In buck, that fop, who laid the rail! White ahlrtln' his-se- l' Europe and the South Pacific. And an be was sailin' out then they lead you on to a comparison of tennis and golf. This Includes fer oyschersl" "Un Cony!" Galt said furiously, courses, courts and all other Inand the squat man laid a hand on gredients that make up an argu-menI put this debate up to one the butt of the pistol banging from of our leading tennis statisticians his bell "What be una name, sweet- and here are the facts: meat?" Cony walked toward Lark. "Why compare tennis with golf? He was short and powerfully made, Why not compare tennis with any astonishingly hairy, even his long other national or arms covered by a thatch of sun- International sport? burned hair that grew from fingers You won't find any to shoulders. He had broad flat feaother game even tures and ruddy, stubbled skin, that close. In an internagathered In folds under bulging tional way. black eyes. He wore only filthy "Here's something trousers and a filthier cap. that may shock naOver his head Larks eyes met tional and InternaGalts despairing ones. He was try- tional sport following hard to tell ber something, some ers. In 1939, Just before the recent wordless warning. war broke world "I say, T lash bell out o un. Gall the Internation- - crantlandRice secrets from me.' " Cony out, al Lawn Tennis aslaughed enormously, winking at sociation had a membership of 59 Lark. "Where un come from, sweetbeaded for the Davis cup, meat? I ain't never seed un Horn-tow- n nations, No other sport has even come close way. to this mark. "I was shipwrecked on the TemThis entry list embraced every pora," Lark said coldly. "I'm Lark continent and every civilized counShannon, a minister's daughter, on try from the U. S. to and my way to Mistress Mara Hastings China. And each of theseKenya 59 nations Dame School in Norfolk, Virginia. has a tennis governing body. And if you dare to lash Galt I'll reWithout any argument, the most to the authorities there." port you famous international sporting trophy "Blast me for a blow-toanowl is the Davis cup, donated in 1900 by Cony grinned. "How un figure to Davis from Si Louis. No Dwight git to Norfolk, sweetmeat? other International cup is In the "Stage or carriage. However peo- same class. ple usually go. "Fifty-nin- e what other nations "Stage or carriage, now! Has un sport can equal that? Or even come money for stage or carriage?" close, including soccer, golf, basket"Not here. Of course notl I told ball or track and field? you I was shipwrecked. I'll send "Strangely enough the two most word to Mr. David North, of the famous cups the Davis cup for Cargoe Riske Company in Norfolk. tenrtfs and the Walker cup for golf He'll be coming from England. He'll came from two famous St. Louis send money, or come for me. sportsmen Dwight Davis and "Un be warm spirited, Cony said George Herbert Walker. Dwight gravely. "Un say un got Cargoe Davis and Bert Walker, both from Riske money to call on, swee- Inland St. Louis, were main factors In putting tennis and golf on the tmeat?" Lark hesitated, saying finally, international sporting map. There may have been two finer "Mr. David North of that company is a friend. He will certainly see sportsmen, but I cant recall their names. Their international appeal I get to Norfolk. II "Galt can write the Cargoe reached to more than millions Riske, Cony said, chuckling. He moved close to the billion mark. be a great band for letters, Gall How come he have the handsome 15,000 Tennis Courts luck to find un, sweetmeat? Our tennis expert then began to "I seed her here, Galt said, sulget eloquent. As you may know, an seed her in. "I lenly. put he said, "there are about 5,000 golf Cony snorted, looking interestedly at the dinghy marks and Galts bare courses in the country. But dont there are 14,800 municipal tenfootprints in the sand. Then his eyes forget followed Galt's and Larks prints nis courts in 983 towns and cities of toward the ridge break, beyond the U. S. There are 2,300 municipal which lay the little secret cache of courts located in as few as 10 cities, New York isnt one of them. Galt's, and Red RaskaU, grazing in and There are 706 tennis clubs, mem' the valley. Lark's breath shortened of bers U.S.L.T.A., and 777 others as if she had been running. not members. And this doesnt insaid. "Then Sure," Cony whynt un come to land with Galt this dawn? clude the enormous number of tennis courts at private homes. My notion, is, he told un ugly tales, "Golf claims around 3,000,000 scarin un, like. How I see it, be in the U. S. We happen players this. Galt had him some good reason to come here, first off. Taint to know that tennis can claim nature to come 'thin fl mile o' old around 5,000,000 players possibly After all, golf requires from Ghost Quicksand here, an' a horde more. 100 to 130 acres for a course. Tennis o dead bones, an a stinkin undertow second to none. Now whyd he requires far less." The main point Is that tennis come? and golf belong largely to competi'He was fishing." The big of Red Raskall were clear, tors, not to spectators. And thats We have had along here, Lark noticed. She tried the way it should be. entirely to many spectators in this to hurry. country and far too few actual playWhat uns baste, sweetmeat?" or competitors. This goes espeers Cony reached out, pinched her arm for football, baseball and boxgently. "Un bent weak nor undue cially These are largely spectator ing. a bidin full here week alone. thin, But these conditions may Maybe un got other friends washed games. also change later on. Millions of up with un. Maybe uns Mr. David North be "round about, fendin for spectators only mean box office receipts. They mean nothing in the un. You dont believe any castaway way of physical condition. Now back to tennis. Our expert would hide out when a rescue boat came, do you? Why dont you search continues "Tennis is the only sport played in countries all over the the island?" . His eyes were thoughtful shrewd. world under the same rules and That bent a bad idea. Yet I think regulations. Tennis is an internationun tell it true that un be alone. Yet al matter, not a local affair. We figure there are something like who feed un? tennis players in the world, A tin of biscuits washed up, men and women. No other sport Lark said. "I ate them. His grunt was skepticaL Un say can even approach this mark. Before the war we had something like Galt found un only today? Do you really think Id have 800,000 tennis rackets turned out will be doubled after stayed here all this time if Id been each year. This found by Galt or anybody else? Do the war. Tennis will be one of our greatest games. It takes up far less you? and gives far more action space now. Now, Cony gestured her toward the yawl "Us be gettin than golf. To forestall any wild squawks home. Sought to fool me, did un, from bowlers, softball players and Galt? Push off nowl Lark climbed into the boat, sit- basketball players, wed like tc step aside on this part of the argu- ting as far from Cony as she could. ment. The bowlers and the basket- She was thankful that the failing Ughl'and thefact that'lted RaskaU had come back to laud in the thick marsh reeds, had kept Cony from guessing the whole truth, but she was shaken and frightened. The night wind moaned over the island behind them. Un be thinkin, Cony said, as what the Cargoe RiskeU pay for un. Bide un keep clear o yon Galt Cony be uns friend. Un look to hoof-prin- ts er fW - . Dainty Tarty Frock CUELL look as bright as a 131S Simple OERFECT answer for every 1 summer need a simple with a crisp, clean-cu- t air. Use bright checked or striped fabrics, trimmed with the boldest of ric rac. Two-Piec- two-piec- Pattern No. 1319 Is designed for sizes 12. r and 20. 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