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Show Pace Seven The Cache American. Logan. Cache County. Utah SEITISG ClIiCl.E IHEEDLECRAFT Practical Pinafore for Little Girl CLARK M'MEEKIN ms TillS EAEl Lrk Sho-too- , told la whon hurt, Midoc, cUf a debt wfeea ber lilber died, Milt from EncUnd lor America. David North, bom tbt lovet, at la mtka th trip Itb her. but atilt tbt nlfbt belort. Ltrk'a ahlp poet down, but aba rtaebea Usd tad Galt WlOia, a bound atrvant, rtaeuea her. Tbt two mantia la babbit Lancer, a dnt bone, that bad tecaped from the alnkinf ahlp. Lark Sndt her-te-ll a prisoner at tba Inn, run bp Coop and Mat. who plan la bold bar lor, ran. tom la David Nortb'a Brm. She trlea It nut awap but Conp catrbra ber and tbt la locked la the attic. Bhe etc a pet ataln and la bappp to dad that bar pursuer la David. She folia Into bit arm a. I TORT ll telling me all these things, you've been speaking as your father must have spoken." I've been alone so long with Guinea folk," he said, Ive most forgot the proper words I used to know. Knowing you has changed me. Lark. Your belief in me has changed me from a boy into a man. Though 'round here you oughtn't to trust nobody fast as you trusted low-dow- n me." In the dawning light she could see the quick grateful smile that he gave her. They were nearing the town now. Galt pointed out the Shepahead herd's Inn at the cross-road- s and the half finished Welboume CHAPTER X Mansion with its arcaded loggia and fine pointed root. The sleeping town And that why you masqueraded di one ot the gipsy band and sailed lay around them. Galt skirted it and led Lark directon the RunnymeadeT Suppose be ly to the deserted Jetty. Here she finds you out? Tm not supposing that," David noticed a copy of the handbill for aid, when Tm this far along. If Lancer posted and, in spite of Galt's and urgency, stopped for a moment to I can get a copy of his accounts that will stand up in a law read it Suppose Lancer isnt there," court and win the case for us. It was Galt that found me on Lark said, watching Galt at his slow the island, David, and saved me. We business of unfurling the salL Supcaptured Lancer and bid him safely pose somebody else has already found the Raskall on Ghost Island? there." Her voice was apprehensive. Lancer?" He's a horse that was on the Hell be there right enough," I don't Tempora, a dream horse. Red Ras-kai- l, Galt said comfortingly, we call him. He belongs to doubt that. I saw him there only Squire Jarrod Terrains of Great-way- s Plantation." Hes the horse that theyve oflog-boo- k fered areward for?" Sshi" David's arm tightened about her shoulders as a figure grew discernible through the night and crept toward them, stopping every step or so to listen and peer forward into the dark. As the moon came out from behind a cloud David stood up, pushed Lark back Into the deeper shadow, and drew his dagger from Its sheath. n After a moment Larks breath eased and fluttered. Its Galt, she told David, and called the name softly. He came to them. I feared you'd get lost. Lark, or scalrt" I was scared, till David came. I thought a parson lived in the manse. Galt nodded. Like a fool, I never thought till youd gone that you mightn't know the folks here never could get another parson, after Lark You sent David to me, said warmly. You helped so much, Galt. I'd a sent anybody I thought could help you," he said shortly, bein I had no chance Just then to go with you. No need my stayin', now. said. David Wait, Withe," "Youve served us welL We can still use you. Sensing his hurt. Lark said, Galt, youve been so good. I can't tight-draw- than- k- I wonder, David broke In impatiently, "if youll get Lark to Norfolk for me? Ill naturally be glad to make it worth your while. You dont aim to take her there, yourself? Galt asked blankly. David has to get Matsons records, Lark said in quick defense. If Hell meet us in Norfolk. you and I could get the Raskall some way Horn-tow- n Conys yawl is tied at the said Galt Jetty for caulking, thoughtfully. "We might could use someit and leave it tied down-coawhere. Ill care for Lark. Galt turned If were goin, his back on David. lets go while we can. You get your papers. Ill see after Lark. "Thanks, lad." David was imperIll folvious to Galts surliness. down-coaI can. as soon as low You are responsible for Lark. . . . Lark, tell Mistress Mara Hastings that I sent you to her, that you are my little friend and neighbor whom Ive spoken of so often. They stood together for a moment, not saying anything. And then a sound came to them, a baying far off, that sounded at first like the cry of a wolf, and then changed, as it came nearer, to a more familiar, but equally horrible note. The bell-lik- e bay of Old Dog. There could be no doubt of it Lark and even Galt shuddered as David stepped in front of them, drawing out his pistol. "Silence, he said, quietly. Keep back there in the bushes, you two! For a moment, beyond the church where they had climbed the low stone wall from the parsonage, Old Dog lost the trail, but almost immediately he picked it up again and came directly at them, his thunderous snarling enough to wake the sleeping dead in the small adjacent cemetery. David took his stance and waited. Almost, he waited too long. Lark cried out to him in terror, and, at the same instant, his shot rang out and the huge hound leaped convulsively in the air, and rolled over, dead. David said, Its all right. Lark. Don't cry, darling! Lark Quick, Galt, lets go. kissed David once more and started across the church yard with Galt following her. Before they reached the highroad, it began to drizzle. They settled into a long steady pace. Galt began to talk now. He said more words than Lark had ever heard from him. She knew he was trying to comfort her and distract her. You talk like a poet, Galt, Lark said. "Youve almost forgot your Guinea speech. When you have been ... st st Galt dropped the helm and swung for him. yesterday afternoon, i aint worried about him one little bit I wish David could have come with us, Galt, that we could all three have gotten away together. Galt said, Winds shifted now, its right hard to pick her up and push beyond the tide. Galt, dont you wish David was with us? Wouldnt you feel less anxious about him, if he already had those papers? Her voice was pleading with him for some assurance. Galt let go the helm, suddenly angry and thoughtless. He took a step toward Lark. Hes your man, he aint he? Take those blue said, beads of mine off from about your neck! Why, Galt! I love my blue beads. I treasure them! She put her hand to her neck where they were hidden under her dress. Were they your mothers? "And my grandmas, before that Ive never seen any like them," Lark said, the curious little gold clasp . . . They aint worth much, he said, no moren I am. She slipped them off over her head and held them in her cupped Theyre palm, admiring them. beautiful, she said, "the most beautiful things Ive ever had. She laid her hand on his arm. He looked at her long and thoughtfully. "I know David Norths your he said humbly, but Id man, like mighty much to kiss you. Lark Shannon. As she leaned toward him there was a slight movement under the pile of tarpaulin in the stern of the boat Their frightened eyes saw it. Lark whispered. Galt! It moved. I saw it Somebodys there! Galt said, Steady nowl and with a quick step leaned over and gave the tarpaulin a sudden jerk. Cony was lying there. His face was mean and mischievous. He was shaking with laughter. His great red mouth stretched wide is vindictive glee. I caught uns," he said, rising to his feet "I caught un clean, sweetmeat for sure I did! Galt lunged for Cony, but one tug of Conys apelike arms Jerked the tarpaulin from under his feet, throwing Galt backwards to the center-boar- d of the yawl. Cony was on him, then, pistol in hand, kicking his head, his shoulders. Get un to the tiller, in head over for the Inn Cove, eer I blast un through the guts. . . Stay un back, sweetr.eat. . . . Un be great runaways, un two! , Two ptnaforo motifs In ono pattern. Pattern S44 bat transfer of IS motifs from by S'.i tnchet; UtrecUon; by Ui to tUtches. Send your order to: W.N.U.IU.VICC Lark said, wildly, Galt's beea bound to you for six years. Cony! You know that's too long for indentured service. And you certainly know youve no right of any kind to hold me! Haven't you got any decency?" Cony kicked Galt again, and, das-edlGalt got to his feet, stumbled toward the stern, took the tiller, and righted the course of the boat. Once or twice, in the short and miserable trip to the Inn Cove, Galt tried to veer the course of the yawl out to sea, and each time Cony threatened and cursed him. To Lark's surprise, he tried it again, and this time Cony pulled hlmsell up and walked to Galt and kicked him viciously. And then Lark realized that he wanted to draw Cony to him, because he stood taut until Cony drew back his heavy foot for another kick and then Galt dropped the helm and swung for him, knocking the pistol out of his hand, across the boat, and into the water. The boat dipped and bobbed wildly, and j Lark dodged the flying boom, her heart pushing into her throat as Galt and Cony went down, rolling and struggling, into the bottom of the boat Once the sail fouled them, and Cony got his great unnaturally long arms around Galt in a hideous bearlike embrace, forcing the younger man back and back until his very was bowed to the breakspine-bon- e ing point Lark flew at Cony, trying to pull him away, beating at him with ber fists, tearing at him. She could see Galt's face contorted with agony, could feel and hear the pull and protest of muscle on muscle, the ominous cracking sound that might mean Galts back was gone Then, somehow, Galt was doubling over, fling Cony up and over his head with a tremendous, terrifying effort Cony struck the deck full force, turned, tried to get up, was met by Galt Galt throwing himself on him, beating him, hampering his fists into Cony's face, straddling him, pinning the big form down, beating his chest his head, his face, beating and beating him as if he couldn't stop, as if all the hate of years was unloosed and couldn't be glutted. . . . Galt caught the single - mast reeled, and righted himself. I beat him, he said stupidly to I got the best o Cony. I Lark. never thought to do that But I got the best o Cony. "I'm glad, Lark said fiercely. But you wouldnt want She stopped, suddenly aware of the nearness of the shore, of people staring, calling out to them. The yawl had been circling derelict in the wash of the tide. It was close in now, kept off shore only by the push of the river current Sailors from the Runny, gipsies, and the big Negro men who had poled the barge last night lined docks and platforms. Lark saw Mag there, wringing her hands, shrieking and moaning. Some sailors were putting out a davy boat rowing toward the yawl with swift sure strokes. They grinned up at Lark. "The bound lad won, did he? one of them shouted. Then they were boarding, reaching for the big landing paddle, bringing the yawl in with expert neatness, settling her in her accustomed berth, talking about the fight, laughing, winking at Lark, looking scornfully at the whimpering Cony. In the group along the platforms figure of Lark saw the black-cla- d Matson. He stood there, looking amused and a little out of place with his graceful cape and exaggerated sweep of pheasant feather in his felt hat. d Ill kill un, Galt! Mag pushed forward, trying to clamber into the I'll kill un for this! boat. The sailors pushed her aside rudeOne of them said, ly, laughing. Whats boiled you up, Mag? Cony be all right,. He be just blubberin. Never know you to set such store wide-brimme- by him. Cony raised his head, saw the circle of grinning faces, and began to groan heavily. Galt still stood there holding the mast. Lark stooped and tore a square from her petticoat, mopping the blood from his face. One of the sailors lifted her, then, to the platform flat Mag glared at her malevolently. Give un a beatin right, didnt be, un Cony? A thick-feature- d sail- or asked, guffawing. drew a knife on me, Drew Cony gasped as if he were dying of a mortal wound, the dirty sneakin killer. Crept up on me and sought to murder me. I'll kill him, Ill lash eer piece o skin from his back. Ill beat him to death, by God, the dirty murderer." Lark felt the sick cold fury well up unbearably in her. Galt didnt try to kill him, she He didnt draw a said steadily. knife on him or creep up on him. Cony had a pistol pointed in Galt's face. He kicked him I can show you the bruises, and Galt only did what any man here would have done. He tried to take care of his fists. If there was any unfairness it was Conys. Tried to cheat me by runnin away from four years o service. Cony's strength was returning, now that he was protected. "Tried to kill me. Let me get at him! ITO BE CONTINUED! IJ 10 Bill TUden opened up an inter citing angle on the matter ol concentration recently in a long discussion we bed upon tills Important topic. It wal Tlldrn's idea that tennis called for more concentration than golf or any other sport, for this reason: In golf you play the game stroke by stroke. You know where your tee shot should go and then theres the green. But in tennis you have to map out your tactics or strategy several strokes ahead. You work to gt your opponent into a certain spot where he cant make a return. This may call for many strokes, here and there. In tennis you have extended concentration. In golf and baseball it is more limited. It Is usually only the next Sewing Boa Jilt Encloto Ctrrlo Needlerraft Drpt. Saa Eraarltco S. Calif. It cents for Pattero No Nama Addrcta. Famous Paintings Were Halved anti Sold as Two Unknown even to most artists, many of the worlds famous oil paintings were long ago cut in two; and sold as separate pictures, chiefly by greedy dealers, to collectors who had not seen the entire work, says Colliers. One case came to light a short time ago when the two sections of The Finding of Moses by Tiepolo happened to be displayed side by side at an exhibition in London.1 Masterpieces of sculpture have' CIIE'D rather wear cute embroid-ere- likewise been separated, one ofj play." pinafores than her frilliest which is the Lemnian Athenai Greasy Neale, coach of the Phila- party dress! Her friends will envy whose head is at Bologna while herl body is at Dresden. delphia Eagles, disagreed with this, her the baby ducks or bears. as far as football goes. i Mo? d In football." Greasy said, we frequently run two or three plays to set up the third or fourth play. This, of courrse, is up to the quarterback, or whoever is running the team. I know, Tlldea said, but In football yon have II men to figure Insert small wads of cotton into For cooking fresh asparagus, with. In tennis yon are all alone. use an old percolator. Stand the the fingertips of your rubber; Jnst as yoa are la a boxing match in the percolator, add gloves. This will prevent the fin--j where It is man against man not asparagus ; gernails from cutting through. water, cover and cook. a team against team. 1 still eay that boiling If a rubber ring around the top tennis, tor the individual, calls for To starch mens collars very more concentration than any other jar of preserves is inferior' stiff, add a tajlespoonful of epsom of a causes a leak, pour melted and single sport. of d ordinary-sizean pan salts to wax around the top. At this point I recalled a story starch. paraffin a that Ty Cobb had told me. As a rule baseball is played hit by hit or run To protect the heels of rubbers by run. The main part of baseball's or overshoes, cut pieces of felt just concentration Is on the next play dwmd la 5 adaota or double moocy back the size to fit into the heel, then Whaa neM atomarii arid mmm painful. the pitcher, the man at bat or the cement it in place. This will rertomarti ud hafirtbure, doetnn eoiliy f f we. tour known for defense. But Ty Cobb once told me ceive the impact and protect the wdinw In th menba r tika thoa symptomatic rciicf m1xina of three games he had won against rubber. s bno kwliytlji Tablets. No imxabra. retom of back m doable money or three yoar old Jiffy a the Yankees in the days to us. l&e el ail draggwi. plays he had planned over two To crush pills for a sick person, months ahead. place the pills between two tableAll I worked on." Ty said, was spoons fitted together and press the right opening. You have to wait hard. There will be no mess or for that. I just happened to spot cer- loss. tain weak spots in their defense and when the right time came it was Since fiber door mats are hard a push over. But I still had to re- to replace, keep the old ones in member what these weak spots good repair by cutting off frayed were over a period of two months. edges, rebinding, or overcasting This is what I call the peak of ex- worn places. ' But there tended concentration. were never many Ty Cobbs hanging Bafor tha anil of 1945, Square containers in the refrigaround. erator save space, but round conrubbor production will tainers permit better circulation of bo at tha rata of a probably Game the Mind on air than do square dishes set close million ton a yaar. This recFew people connected with sport, together. ord ha baen accompliihad In and this includes both coaches and concovon broom the threo yoar, line tha fall of When cleaning walls, point players, quite get centration. Concentration happens er wont slip off if it is made to Singapore. to be the ability of thinking of the fit. Cut two pieces of cotton, each 11 time. inches wide, 16 inches long and right thing at the right Suko Pearl Harbor, pauonger car Do you know, Tommy Armour and seam at bottom and one of the and havo carried 75 par cent of tha side other and once asked me, that not one man sides. Hem top in a hundred can concentrate for attach small bias ties at corners. country' local ouential transportamore than a minute at a time? I Slip over your broom and tie. Retion load and havo boon the moan checked later, and found this was move cover for laundering. of carrying four out of five war true. I mean full concentration. worker to and from their job. abn human brain isnt The toweling lasts long, little leaves and moisture sorbs opIt ether only way. equipped any stocks are erates in spots or spells. For ex- lint. Since present-da- y ample, Jack Dempsey could concen- limited, dont hesitate to buy ung bleached when bleached cannot be trate against a big, heavyweight. But Jack was never so found. Linen and rayon mixture is hot against a fast boxer such as best substitute for either since the rayon is processed to take up Tunney, Gibbons or Greb. Concentration is the most impor- moisture. tant single word in sport but few even know what the word really Odd Fishing Method means. Knute Rockne used to tell me Among the 150 methods of fish I want my teams physically re- ing, the oddest employs a remora, fish found in troplaxed but mentally keen. The an- a little Secured by a line gle here is that teams mentally keen ical seas. are physically relaxed. For the brain fastened to its tail, the remora or the mind or whatever it is catches sharks and other large fish dominates the muscular system. II for its master by attaching itis from the brain that the message self to them by means of a suckcomes. Certainly the subconscious ing disc on the top of its head. mind plays its part. But it is the acting, conscious kind that plays a much larger part. Yost once told me that Hurry-u- p he would rather coach an Army team at West Point than any other squad. "Why? I asked him. Yost said, "each Because, member of that Army squad was listening to every word I said. This squad was trained in discipline. At Michigan and other places I found no such response. Ask the average golf instructor. He will tell you that 80 per cent oi his pupils never concentrate on any "We give this sec! to no one the product has to earn it,1 lesson. They cant even remembei to do. Who havs what they were told says Good Housekeeping Magazine regarding this been the great concentrators in famous seal. Look for it on every Clabber Girl package. sport? Big Bill Tilden was one. S was Bobby Jones. So was Waltei Hagen. So was Rogers Hornsby. S was Ty Cobb, possibly the greatest of them all. So was Harry Greb. And so is Byron Nelson. - Upset Stomach Hcil-an- beit-on- yn-the- tic All-line- slow-movin- 12-in- Victory by Putting During the recent Nelson-Sneagolf match for wounded servicemen, we ran across numerous instructor! and asked for any tips they might have to offer the unwary swingei trying to break a 90 or an 85. And here were the main suggestions: 1. On the long approach putt, first decide on the speed of the green-fa-st, slow or normal.2. Get what you think is the line 3. Now concentrate entirely n stroking the baH. d si v MUSCULAR ACRES Stiff Joints 'Tired Muscles 'Sprains 'Strains 'Bruises .... |