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Show THE SAUNA SUN. SAUNA. UTAH SEm.SG CIRCLE PATTERNS Kathleen Norris Says: telling me all these things, youve been speaking as your father must have spoken. Tve been alone so long with Guinea folk, he said, I've most forgot the proper words I used to know. Knowing you has changed me. Lark. Your belief in me has changed me n from a boy into a man. Though round here you oughtnt to trust nobody fast as you trusted low-dow- 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 Shepherds Inn at the cross-road- s ahead and the half - finished Welbourne CHAPTER X Mansion with its arcaded loggia and fine pointed roof. The sleeping town And thats why you masqueraded as one of the gipsy band and sailed lay around them. Galt skirted it and led Lark directon the Runnymeade? Suppose he finds you out? ly to the deserted jetty. Here she "Im not supposing that, David noticed a copy of the handbill for said, when Im this far along. If Lancer posted and, in spite of Galt's I can get a copy of his k and urgency, stopped for a moment to accounts that will stand up in a law read it. Lancer isn't there, court and win the case for us Suppose 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 sail Supcaptured Lancer and hid him safely pose somebody else has already found the Raskall on Ghost Island? there. Her voice was apprehensive. Lancer? Hes a horse that was on the Hell be there right enough," Tempora, a dream horse. Red Ras- Galt said comfortingly, I dont kall we call him. He belongs to doubt that. I saw him there only Squire Jarrod Terraine of Great-way- s Plantation. Hes the horse that theyve offered a reward for? Sshl Davids 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 Buttered. It's Galt, she told David, and called the name softly. He came to them. "I feared youd get lost. Lark, or scairt. 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 mightnt know the folks here never could get another parson, after "You sent David to me, Lark said warmly. You helped so much, Galt. Id 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, log-boo- ' tight-draw- , - now. Wait, Withe, Youve served us David welL said. We can still use you Sensing his hurt. Lark said, Galt, youve been so good. I can't thank I wonder, David broke in imif youll get Lark to patiently, 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 Conys yawl is tied at the Horn-tow- n jetty for caulking, Galt said We might could use thoughtfully. someit and leave it tied down-coawhere. Ill care for Lark. Galt turned his back on David. If were gotn, lets go while we can. You get your papers. Ill see after Lark. Thanks, lad. David was impervious to Galt's surliness. Ill follow down-coaas soon as I can. 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 sppken 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 belllike 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 ystone 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, be waited too long. Lark cried out to him in terror, and, at the same Instant, his shot rang out and the huge bound leaped convulsively In the air, and rolled over, dead. David said, It's all right. Lark. Dont 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 beard from him. She knew he was trying to comfort her and distract her. ' "You talk like a poet, Galt, Lark said. You've almost forgot your Guinea speech. When you have been ... 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. Wind's shifted now, Galt said, 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 said, aint he? Take those blue 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 mother's? 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 palm, admiring them. "Theyre beautiful, she said, the most beautiful things Ive ever had. She laid her hand on his arm. He looked at her long and thoughtI know David North's your fully. but I'd man, he said humbly, 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 now! 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 in vindictive glee. I caught uns, he said, rising to I caught un clean, sweethis feet meat, 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, an head over for the Inn Cove, eer I blast tin through thd guts. . . Stay un back, sweetmeat. . . . Un be great runaways, un two! Two-Piec- Many Wives Aid the Enemy 4CLARK MCMEEK!N THE 8 TORT THIS FAR: Lark Shan-Sowhost horse, Madoc, was sold to clear a debt when her lather died, tails from England lor America. David North, whom she loves, was to make the trip with her, hot tails the night belore. Larks ship goes down, but she reaches land and Galt Withe, a bound servant, rescues her. The two manage to hobble Lancer, a line horse, that had escaped from the sinking ship. Lark flndt herself a prisoner at the Inn, run by Cony and Mag, who plan to hold her lor ransom to David Norths firm. She tries to run away but Cony catches her and the Is locked In the attic. She escapes again and is happy to Bnd that her pursuer is David. She tails Into his arms. e Costume Flattering Sliirtwaister With Cap Sleeves Bell Syndicate. WNU Features. Lark said, wildly, Galt's beeis bound to you for six years, Conyl You know thats too long for indentured service. And you certainly know youve no right of any kind to hold mel Havent you got any decency? Cony kicked Galt again, and, dazedly, Galt 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. Tc Larks surprise, he tried it again, and this time Cony pulled himseli up and walked to Galt and kicked him viciously. And then Lark realized that he wanted to draw Cony to him, be-cause 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 and bobbed wildly, and dipped Lark dodged the flying boom, her heart pushing into her throat as Galt and Cony went down, rolling and struggling, into the bottom ol 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 spine-bon- e was bowed to the breaking point Lark flew at Cony, trying to pull him away, beating at him with her fists, tearing at him. She could see Galts 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, hammering 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 couldnt stop, as if all the hate of years was unloosed and couldnt be glutted. . . . Galt caught the single - mast, reeled, and righted himself. I beat him, he said stupidly to I got the best o Cony. 1 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 Lark saw the black-cla- d figure of Matson. He stood there, looking amused and a little out of place with his graceful cape and exaggerated sweep of pheasant feather in his d felt hat. "I'D kill un, Galt! Mag pushed forward, trying to clamber into the boat "Ill kill un for this! 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 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 he, un Cony? A thick-feature- d sail- 1 or asked, guffawing. Drew drew a knife on me, 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. I'll lash e'er piece o skin from bis back. I'll beat him to death, by God, the dirty murderer." Lark felt the sick cold fury well up unbearably in her. Galt didn't try to kill him, she He didn't draw a said steadily. knife on him or creep up on him. Cony had a pistol pointed in Galts 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 himself with his fists. If there was any unfairness, it was Conys. Tried to cheat me by runnin away from four years o service. Conys strength was returning, now that he was protected. Tried to kill me. Let me get at him I (TO BE CONTINUED) 1358 " Mol lie " the tayt, "it a perfectly good girl, but the hat her friendt at the house ell the time, who are laughing and making candy and going to afternoon movies." By KATHLEEN NORRIS ttr THINGS have just been I running down at home since Ted and Larry went away to war, whined a woman to me in the market the other day. You see," she went on, Larry was making good money and he helped out a lot, and by this time I suppose Ted would have been r, too. Now with a Just Betty and Dad at home, we are the most dismal group you can imagine, and the money trouble doesnt help to console us! I cant wait to have the boys get back, when we can get all straightened out, pay our debts and start wage-earne- over." I looked at this woman in amazeShe loves her sons; she will grieve bitterly if either is taken by war. And yet she could stand there and tell me, with a sort of melan- ment 4 Pattern No. 1358 ia designed lor sizes 14, 16. 18, 20; 40, 42, 44 and 46. Size 18 rematerial quires 3',i yards of Due to an unusually large demand and current war conditions, slightly more Ume is required hi filling orders for a few ol the most popular pattern numbers. Send your order to: h MORALE WRECKERS It is every womans duty to try to preserve the morale of the men of her family who are fighting. She should do everything she can to preserve and, when possible, to improve the situation at home. When there are difficulties that she cannot cope with, she should tell her soldier little or nothing about them. Perhaps they will clear up in any case they can wait. Seldom can the poor fellow in a distant camp do anything about them, anyuay. He has enough to contend with, struggling against the enemy, and enduring discomforts of all torts. Letters disparaging his wife, telling of family quarrels and financial problems, do serious damage to the spirit of the front-linfighters. Costume e A SOFTLY detailed g frock with smooth, lines, the sort of smart, costume casual, you can depend on all summer Wear-Everywhe- re two-piec- figure-flatterin- wear-everypla- long. Pattern No. 1351 is designed (or 14. 16. 18, 20; 40 and 42. Size 14 31s yards ol fabric. SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery St. San Francisco, Calif. Enclose 25 cents in coins for each pattern desired. Pattern No sizes 12, requires OUSEHOLD ty for which he is fighting arent either home or secure. The devastating breath of war is not only blighting his life now, at the terrible iron skillets are battle front, but it has destroyed better for and frying braising than too. everything else, light-weigbright, frying pans. Grim, Vital Days Ahead. They hold the heat better and cook I would like to remind these more evenly. women that we are going into grim and vital postwar By adding a pinch of salt to the days. Every woman in America white of an egg it will beat to a will be a help or a burden to the stiff froth more quickly. building of the new world then there will be no half-waThouIf you wish to make an extra sands of helpless, selfish, discon- hole in a strap and havent the nectented women will find themselves essary belt punch, drill the hole left out of the running, their chilwith brace and drill. dren rebellious at the change that To have your sewing machine in gives them a strange home and a new father, their new mates not intop running condition, keep it clined to be particularly considerclean and lintless. Oil it occasionate of the women who coldbloodedly ally. To avoid gumming, buy specould drop old mates during the cial oil from your sewing machine crisis of war. shop. Put just one drop at each But thank God there will be other oil hole and on moving parts where women, millions of them women there is friction. who have written nothing but encouraging and loving letters during women this time; who have planned practically for the homecoming, are saving money, are out of debt and are full of ideas for Toms future; women who know that more than our pilgrim or pioneer mothers needed them, we need now courage, economy and foresight. It is the woman who is strong, faithful to her mate, concerned with his welfare and that of the children and able to live on her income, no matter how small, who is going to be the inspiration, the essential creator, of the new America. them each time they are washed or cleaned. Curtains from sunny windows can be shifted occasionally to the shady side of the house. Sheets usually wear thin first in the upper center, so reverse them from head to foot occasionally. Mend all snags promptly. Stitch together the outside edges of sheets worn thin In the middle, split them down the center and hem the edges. Already thaken by danger, homesickness. . . . More Cloth Coming Soon supply of yard goods for in small towns and rural areas will soon be increased. Preference ratings will be given to mercnants In these areas for the distribution of about 150,000,000 yards of cotton fabrics, including pongee, voile, sheeting 42 Inches and wider, print cloths, outing flannel and gingham. This decision follows a similar order, Issued during the first quarter of this year, which was aimed to correct unequal distribution of piece goods. Size. Name Address Shirtwaist Frock your favorite HERE isfrock with brief cap sleeves for summer coolness. Ideal for your busy summer program in gayly striped fabrics, checks or floral prints. e choly "ride, that the welcome provided iur the boys of the family is going to be complaints, debts, anxieties, responsibilities no heartening assurance of the family's solvency and security, no encouraging plans for rest and recuperation Just the old tedious complaining and protesting against the general injustices of fate. Another woman wrote to her son that she and his grandmother, who have been living together, have had so serious a disagreement that they are going to law about it She asks him to answer several questions by return mall: Does he remember hlg grandmother saying that his mother had been mixed up in an unsavory love affair before her marriage; will he testify that his grandmother often called his mother ugly names, and so on. The lonely son, wasting the best years of his life in the bleak Aleutians, must sit down and handle the quarrels of the two undisciplined women. Rons Down His Wife. Another woman writes her son disparaging letters about his wife. Mollle, she says, is a perfectly good girl but she has friends at the house all the time who are laughing and making candy and going to afternoon movies, and the mother-in-lathinks it is a shame to have Bobs money wasted that way. And again a homesick man must open Jetters that fill his heart with bitterness and despair. As for the dear John letters these have become a recognized aid to the enemy! The "dear John letter is a missive that opens with the shattering phrase, "I have been thinking of us and our married life, and I believe we would both be happier if we were to obtain a divorce and make a fresh start with other mates. Dont smile at this and dismiss it as only an occasional thing. It is a very real and desperate menace to the morale and peace of mind of our fighting boys. Hundreds and hundreds of these cruel notes go forth daily, and the effect they have on a man whose nerves are shaken already by danger, by the loss of comrades, by homesickness, mosquitoes and strangeness may be Imagined. The woman he loves doesn't want to see him any move. The little children who cried when daddy went away wont be his children when he comes back. The home and securl- w 14-4- INTS ht letter-- writing 6iQsmsn self-contr- with fresh Eveready Batteries Shifting Curtains Around Makes Them Last Longer Curtains hung at windows exposed to bright light or sunshine will give out first. Sunlight causes the fabric to lose its strength. It is a good plan to make top and bottom hems of the same width and then reverse The home-sewin- "So far it's been plenty walkiebut no talkie." Good batteries NEWS Eveready "Mini-Ma- x are back! Since Pearl Harbor, they have powered the and other vital equipment for famous walkie-talkie- s our Armed Forces. 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