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Show THE S ALIN A SUN. SALINA, UTAH Why That Bad Back? G H BO Is backache keeping you upset? Feel all tired out so nervous and dispirited you can hardly keep going? Then look to your kidneys! Your kidneys rid the body of poisonous waste. But if- - they lag. Impurities accumulate and poison the whole system. Then one is apt to suffer backache, stabbing pains, headaches, dizziness and other annoying kidney irregularities. If your kidneys are sluggish, help them with a diuretic. Use DoanS Pills. They are praised the world over. Ask your neighbor J Author The Cow Puncher The Homesteader' WNU Serrlet Copyright bjr Hobart Stm4 By ROBERT STEAD aal M BUT ON THESE PRAIRIES why " Tell me, can't we Jean, 1 pressed at length, "why cant we go loch; start over again like that f . "We have always been good friends, she murmured, " Good friends yes. jl lust it stop at that t " And neighbors, she continued. "We have always leen good neighbors . Perhaps that is the trouble. "How the trouble f Well, its like this, she said, and again the toe began to gyrate in the snow. "Weve known eg.,ch other so well, and so long, there isn't anything much left to know, is there f Could you stand the boredom of a person who has no new thoughts, no strange ideas,. no whims nothing that you havent already seen and known a hundred times f . "There never could be boredom with you, dear. Just to have you with me, to feast on you, to know you were mine, would be " enough for me.1" "For about a week. Youd soon tire of a feast with no flavor to it. I would, at any rate. . . , Oh, I see it working out already. I don't want to gossip, and Jack and Marjorie have been everything they could to me, but already I can see them settling down to the routine the deadly routine. Bad dnough anywhere, but on these Vrairies. with their isolation, their immensity unbearable. I ' couldnt stand it. . , ilons In which I would save Jean from all kinds of disasters. Next morning found me none the worse for my experience; Indeed my dip over the dam already seemed a more or less vague recollection. After breakfast I made a Journey to the big pine which grew at the very tmd of our little farm a surviving monarch of the forest that in some way n had escaped the locust cloud of which had swarmed through the country twenty years before. Perhaps It was as I lay under the great pine on that sunny summer morning and watched the filmy clouds float gently overhead that I caught my first glimpse, shyly, wonderlngly, through the golden gates of romance. It was a vision of Jean; a.vlslon which has remained with me through the years, growing, thrilling in my moments of happiness, fading In my hours of darkness, but at no time PprhapS It was my quite obscure. first glimpse of that vision wblch brought me- on that morning to my feet where the great pines swaying lace-worof sun and shadow patterned the green grass and set my. heart liltthe Joy of being alive. ing I was about to shape my lips for a whistle when I became conscious of a presence. It was Jean, her golden locks held together by a midget save for some vagrant curls' which nestled against the peach-pinbloom of her cheeks; her chubby bare feet seeking cover In the grass. I saw you going to the big tree, she explained, so I corned too. I commented- - cautiously, being gripped with a sudden sense that this young woman had led me Into difficulties only a day ago. Men cannot be too careful. She sidled toward me. "Do you know what you have to do for yesterday? she queried. No,. I said, with some misgiving, thinking that possibly my behavior had been reported to the Lanes to my disadvantage. .Gwandma says when a young la dy saves a young she said, speaking very slowly at first, but finishing her sentence with a little run. So you have to mawwy me. She was beside me now, and her face was radiant with the excitement of her secret. But I cant marry yon.! Only grownups do that ! i protested. Wont we be gwownups somfe day? I guess so, I admitted. And then with a sudden burst of resolution I added, And then Ill marry you. She held her face, up to me and I leaned over and kissed It shyly. Then, hand In hand, we retraced, our way down the cowpath, along the rows of sprouting corn, by the stables and past our house. Jean led me to 'her own home, which .was next to ours, down the road. You have to ask mamma, she said, as our little figures dropped their shadows across Mrs. Lanes kitchen ax-me- k comotive engineer to know that A had two slanting legs tied together in the middle. Two years later Marjorie and Jean started going to school, and we were proud boys indeed as we led them up the aisle to the masters desk. In those days, when large families were still considered proper, two children were a comparatively small impediment; Indeed, It was commonly said among the townspeople that the smallness of my father's family had made, impossible for him to pay for and clear his farm. At any rate my mother was a person of leisure by comparison with neighbor women who were trying to clothe, clean, and discipline ten or twelve children apiece. The Lanes were In the same happy circumstances as ourselves, and being also our nearest neighbors, a considerable friendship had sprung up between the two families. This developed as we children grew older and had mutual interests in studies and sports. Jack he was Jack now and Jean often came over to our house on a winters evening, bringing their school h Frank Hall and Jean Lane, hero and heroine of thia fine story of homesteading on the Manitoba prairies, are the two persons talking. Its a case of love since childhood in Ontario. But now the lovers seem (o have come .to an unfordable stream in Manitoba. Tou see, the girl thinks she knows the young man too completely to be happy with him at least under the conditions of homesteaders' life on these great prairies. The romance of Frank and Jean begins early. Lured by hts playmate, Jean, Frank, aged six, ventures on the forblddewwall of a dam. He falls Into the water, and Is saved from possible death by clinging to Jeans outstretched arms. Next day he has a vision of romance when Jean Informs him that because of their adventure of the day before he Is In duty bound to marry her. He agrees, the only proviso being that they are to wait until they are grownups. With Jeans brother John, six, Frank begins school. Two years'later they are joined by Jean apd Frank's sister Marjorie. A little later Jean confldes to Frank, In verse, her hope of some day becoming He accepts the "proposal. 'Frank Is fourteen when his Mrt. Halit mother dies. He takes a job In the mill where his father works. The boys are eighteen when Johp's father Is killed In an accident. Two years later Franks father and John's mother are married. Dissatisfied with four-year-o- ld alee-e-g- ed conditions, and ambltlourrhe two boys make plans to go to Manitoba and homestead, the girls agreeing to go .with them. Evidently the study of life among the homesteaders 01 Manitoba is at first hand. So, In addition to the love story, the story has a sociological and historical value. The story of the marriage of John and Marjorie on Christmas day, the gathering of the neighbors and the presentation o'f their wedding gifts Is an Illuminating glimpse of the democracy of . . . the frontier. Robert Stead, the author, was born on a farm In Manitoba. He has been a newspaper editor and publishen and is now an official of the Immigration and colonization department of the Canadian government. . whereof he writes. hed take me over, quick, CHAPTER I . 1 My earliest recollection links back to a gray stone house by a road en-- . tering a little Ontario town. Across the road' was a mill pond, and across the mill pond was a. mill ; an woolen mill which was the oc- casion and support of the little town. Beside the mill was ja water 'wheel ; not a modern turbine, but a wooden wheel which, on sunshlnydays, sprayed a mist of .Jejxsls into the river beneath with the prodigality. . of a? fjjJry prince. The mill pond was held in check by a stone dam .which crossed from the road almost In front of our door to a pofnt dn the mill Itself. The stonfl . crest of this flam rose about two feet above the level of the water In the mill pond,' and was about two feet wide. Along this .crest my father walked otj.bls way to and from the mill, hut I had strict orders 110! to attempt the feat, with the promise that I would be thrashed within an Inch of my life jf I did. . And now I must Introduce Jean I.ane, daughter of our nearest neigh- bor, Mr. .Peter Lane. Jean Is to travel with us through most of the chapter of this 'somewhat Ultimate account, and you may as well meet her nt and four, with a wisp of white, and cotton dress and a gleam of white, teeth set between lips of . Demurely down the road she .came to where I lay sprawled- - on the river bank contemplating the leisurely precision of the water wheel heyond. .When she reached me she paused, sal down, .and hurled her feet In the soft sand of the tank. I want to go to the njlll, she' said, when her little toes were well out of . . sight. . But you cant go to the mill, I the mature- authority of said, ' bare-foote- blue-eye- d golden-hgire- d d, rose-lea- f. - six. . . . Youd fall In. . . I wouldnt, neither, she glahced at me elflshly from under he.r yellow dot If you helped me. locks . Tt .was a difficult situation. .Here was I, a young man of six, honored by a commission of '.great responsibility from. a..voting woman .of' four. My native gallantry, as well an a pleasant feeling of competence, urged that I . Immediately lend her across that 'two foot strip of masonry. Bnf tht parental veto, and the promise' of being thrashed within an Inch of my life, sorely, and, as It seemed to me, unfairly, curbed my chivalry. Td like to take you over, 'Jean. 1 conceded, but my father .wont let me. Did you father siy you mustnt take roe over? With almost uncanny Intuition she thrust at the vulnerable spot In the armor of my good behavior. No; he didnt say anything about you. Then you can take me? I dug ray toes Into the sand beside bers. but did not answer. If my big bruwer John was here she continued, with a quivering lip. John Lane was six, like me, and no bigger. The allusiofl Tt him as her big brother, who would take her over quick, and tne quivering lip, were too much. . I scrambled to my feet. Come, I said, with masculine recklessness, starting for the daip, and she followed Joyously. We are about half way over when something happened I never knew what but I plumped Into deep water like a stone thrown from the shore. I took a great mouthful and came btt --spluttering, choking, frantic. The slippery wall gave no grip for my hands, and in a moment I must have gone down again, but Jeans'head came out over the ledge and her little arms were reached down to mine. I grasped them and bung on. hung In waten to my neck, while Jean and I both shouted lustily. Help came quickly In the person of my father, wha had- seen the accident 'from one of tfie upper windows of the mill, and had come rushing out at a pace which had quite upset the operatives on his route. I was dragged, up on the dam In a moment, and I can remember Jean, standing beside my father, crying a little, and saying, Please don scold him, Mr. Hall. I made him do-I- t. I expected my father to scold her, but he took her jip In fils. arms. and held her to bis breast. Youre a brave little girl,' Jean; youre a wonderful little girl, I heard him say, and he kissed her on the face, which he hardly ever did. to me. Then homeward he led me, wet and miserable, and speculating silently on what it may mean to be thrashed within an Inch Qf ones .life. But It proved to be a day of surI was not thrashed within prises. an inch, of my life, nor at all ; I was undressed, and rubbed with a warm towel, and put In bed, and given a large tumblerful of hot choke-cherrwine, because it was still early In the season and the water was cold. And my little sister Marjorie came and looked at me with large, dark, comprehending eyes, and said,. I kiow why you didnt get thrashed I get thrashed? I Why didn't vontured. Because you were so awful wicked. When youre awfjil bad you doftt get thrasho-- l ; Its only when youre a little h: d. phe.. explained. I lad to st8y In bed for the rethe day, which I think was mainder more a punishment than a precaution, so' 1 had opportunity to think on MarJorVs philosophy. It was evident that she was right; I had the proof In m own experience; I had been very wicked, and had escaped punishment. My consciousness of however, rested lightly upon me. I had caped the strap which hung behind the kitchen door, and which was a much more Immediate menace than any possible torments of the after world. I spent the remaining hours of the day In imagining aitua- - y ..... evil-doin- sun-bonn- k Uh-hn- h, floor. . . .. This wak more than I had bargained for. I was beginning to discover that Miss Jean was a young woman of action as well as decision. But I was game. Mrs. Lane, I. said, bracing my legs for the ordeal, Jeans mother looked at me with a smile that broadened until- - It broke Into open laughter. . I am afraid you are very precocious' children, she remarked. ; I dfdnt know what that meant, but she gave us each a doughnut, and we went away happy, Jean twirling hers on her finger for a wedding ring.. . . . . . CHAPTER II That same summer I began going Perhaps I should say that John Lane and I began going to school, to' school. ,as...it. w.as something of a Joint adventure. We talked of It together for weeks before the great event. At that time my objective In life, In so far as I had one, was to be a locomotive engineer, but John had- - elected to he the owner of a woolen mill blandly overlooking .the little question of capital and we discussed our school t raiding In the light of these ambi. . tions. . On the eventful .morning 1 remember my father, coming Into the' loft and leaning over my bed, .where I feigned sleep. .Puir .wee mannle, I heard him say, dropping Into the Scotch tongue which he reserved for moments of emotion, Its a long road hes starting on, .and a hard one, too, or hell - no he like thq rest o us." My mother scoured me well and dressed me In a clean new suit and took my cheeks between her hands and kissed me, and told me to work hard and grow up a good man like At the gate I rnet John, my father. and together we started down the turnpike of life. I spent the day becoming accustomed to my new environment, and marveling over a certain bald spot on the teachers head which shone resplendent when the light struck It a certain way, and wondering what possible advantage It could be to- a lo - nt the end of our farm. Then lessons were forgotten, and we children drew silently close to the fire, as, and flushed with adventure, we entered the enchanted halls of Romance. It was when I was fourteen, and about to enter the mill, that mother was taken sick. I had never known mother to be sick, and It was hard to understand the silent house and ths darkened room. Mrs. Lane came over and took charge, and Marjorie stayed at home from school to. help. One day as I came up the path Marjorie met me with, Mother wants you, so I went Into the room. Father was there; It seems he had not gone to the mill that afternoon. He was sitting on a chair with his elbows resting on his knees and his cheeka.b?tween his hands, and a stray beam of light from the afternoon aun fell through the window and across I wondered that I hts forehead. had never uotlced before how old he was. Is that you, laddie? my mother called In a thin, weak voice, and I came bealde the bed. My boy, my boy I .she ?.ald, and her face worked strangely, but she could say nothing more than just my. boy Then 1 knelt beside her, not knowing what else to do, and she put one of her thin hands In my hair, and ran her fingers slowly, with a strange sort of caressing, up and down and about And then an odd thing my head. happened. She began to sing, in t strange, high, tremulous key. "The She did not Lord Is My Shepherd. sing It as you have heard It In church, but with a gentlg rhythmic beat, like a lullaby, Just as she had sung It to me many a time when I was a-- little child. After a while she seemed to fall asleep, and I slipped out again. Father had never moved, but beads of sweat were standing on his forehead. and Marjorie met me, round-eyepale, at the door. Oh, Frank I Is mother going Is mother going to die? The last words were breathed rather than .spoken. I dont know, I said, pushing by her and gulping at something in my big-eye- d d throat .... After mothers death Marjorie had to stay at home from school and take charge of the house. Marjorie had a vast native ability behind her deep black eyes, and In a short tfine matJeans Head Came Out Over the Ledge ters were running as smoothly as and Her Little Arme Were Reached could be hoped. I took a Job In the - Down to Mine. books, and the four of ns sat about our big kitchen table poring over our studies or throwing or Intercepting furtive glances between Jack and Marjorie, anxL- -I may confess, between Jean and Frank. Jean was fair, with large blue eyes and clear pink cheeks-anlips that always made me think of roses. They seemed always as delicate and tremulous as a rose leaf after rain. At eight oclock we would close our hooks, and mother would say, .Marjftrie, you may bring up a basin of apples, or perhaps it would be a dozen ears of roasting corn, and we would sit abotrt the fireplace, munching In great happiness. Then we would" have a game of blind mans .buff, In which I had a way of catching Jean, or button, button, whos got the button? or And at nine Jack and Jean would leave for home, and we would go with them to their gate, and I would help Jean where the drifts were deep. And Marjorie and I would walk back arm In arm, and she would talk an unnecessary lot about Jack. Jeans first poem was written about this time. She developed It one night while, ostensibly busy at her studies, and slipped It Into my hand when we parted In front of her house. I hurried home, but my mother and Marjorie sat so close to the lamp that I had no'opportunlt'y to read it until I went upstairs to. bed. ' Then I smoothed the crumpled little sheet and read . Whtn . And-ver- . X am old tall . . mill my dream of being a locomotive engineer had vanished almost with by baby "Teeth and I was now working from seven In the Tnornlng until six at night for a consideration of three dollars a week. My father earned ten dollars a week, so we were There were In easy circumstances. no picture shows to tempt our spare quarters, nor automobiles to make us envious of our more fortunate neighbors. Jack Lane also took a job In the mill, when I did. We graduated Into long trousers together, and made our youthful excursions, arm In ann, into the town on Saturday nights. Jack was a handsome boy, with the fair skin and hair of his sister Jean, and many a coquettish eye was turned on him as we strolled about the little town, or even aa he worked at his But while Jack post In the mill. was by no means above a mild flirtation, he used to dismiss such events with the remark, comprehensive They're not In the class of Marjorie or Jean. We were eighteen when the accident He .was happened to Teter. Lane. working abont a shaft, as he had done perhaps a thousand times before when some loose end of his clothing He clutched the lapped around it. shaft and whirled with It until the strength of- his arms gave way ; then his body flew out and his head struck the mill a beam. . . . Outside wheel placidly sprayed Its mist of Jewels as from the hand of a fairy prince. A Utah Case Mrs. R. H. 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F.selection of a panorama of pieces hasty When I was twelve Granny Lane that do nothing more than relieve a died, and after that Mr. and Mrs. .home of utter barrenness. Apparently Lane often came over, too. As we It never occurs to some people to buy worked at our lessons we would hear part of a handsome suite when they the restless clicking of nur mothers cant afford the suite complete. They knitting needles, while our- - fathers crowd a room with tawdry matching fought over their checker board Jn a pieces, Ignoring the future of their broken only by an outburst home entirely, when they might hapof triumph upon some clever strategy,' pily combine a lovely new dresser with or of chagrin when some deep-laithe simplest bed, until their matching scheme had gone agley. Or somepieces can he bought. 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