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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER, RANDOLPH, UTAH j part of the attic, his face buried in his The I Kit! she cried softly, running to SILVER ! I , I I i i Lida Larrimore I , Macrae-Smlt- ! i I Company h WNU Service. I ' ! SYNOPSIS On her eighteenth birthday, Barbara, motherless daughter of Christopher Thorne, artist, awakes with anticipation of the joys of the day. She receives a birthday ring from Bruce MacLain, young artist friend of the family, but more than friend to Barbara. Barbara and Bruce go piekhick-in- g on the sands at Provincetown. He tells her a story of a gypsy boy, a little gypsy girl whom he loves, and the song of a silver flute. She knows it is her own love tale. Her happiness turns to sorrow when she returns home to learn her father has been drowned. Barbara fears she' and her brothers and sister will be separated. Relatives arrive and take charge of things. Having been almost a mother to the others, Barbara oannot think of Kits sensitive nature bruised in Uncle Hery berts household by his cousins, and Gay spoiled by her association with silly Aunt Lola. Bruce urges immediate marriage, but that would mean separation. Well Yoo-ho- o Continued 5 We could manage. Barbara felt her courage slipping away with the pins that held her hair. You can live so cheaply in Provincetown. If Kit gets a job and we dont have Martha and It isnt only a question of money, Uncle Herbert said not unkindly. There are many things to be considered. Youre too young to assume such a responsibility. he Besides, added, it isnt necessary. It was necessary. She knew, in her heart, that it was necessary to keep the children together. But she couldnt put it into words. They confused her with grown-ulogic. She shut herself up in the studio and cried helplessly with her cheek against Fathers coat. Aunt Josephine had decided not to come. The change in the weather, she wrote, made the journey too great a risk, since she wasnt as young as she used to be. Barbara was to come to Providence with Cousin Evie. She enclosed a generous check. Barbara looked thoughtfully at the strip of pink paper signed in spidery writing with Great-aun- t Josephines name. The check would take her to New York and buy her a winter coat. A dress, perhaps. Her wedding dress. Aunt Josephine would make a fuss about Bruce. She didnt approve of artists. But Mother had married Father. It would be lovely to be with Bruce, she thought, curled in a corner of the davenport, watching the lights in the fire. She wouldnt mind if they hadnt much money. She Darling Bruce twisted his ring on her finger and heard the tinkling of the small gold heart. She hadnt told anybody. The children thought it was a birthday ring. The relations might make fun. She couldnt bear that. Darling Bruce If it werent for the children . . . The house was to be sold. Uncle Herbert decided that was best. They couldnt understand why Barbara minded so much. Why should you want to keep it? ' Cousin Julia asked in amazement. We like it, Cousin Julia. Never , had the long low room seemed so charming and friendly and dear. But she knew it was useless to explain. Her They never could understand. eyes brimmed over with tears. Cousin Julia, assisted by Martha, thoroughly cleaned the house. Things There were burned in the fireplace. was little worth keeping, Cousin Julia .. said. Barbara packed her with treasured odds and ends. Every-- . thing else would be sold. Their last day together arrived, a rainy day, chilly and depressing. Marthas eyes were rimmed with red and her scolding voice was gentle. People , from the town came to say good-bThe Well miss you, they said. house wont seem the same. same again Barbara Never realized it, all at oneq, wb- a sickening lurch of her hk&tC The fuse would belong to somebody else, tie house that Mother had loved. They wouldnt see the willows grow green, next spring, and the apple tree burst into bloom. They wouldnt sit on the studio steps with "Chips stretched out in the sunshine across their feet. Barbara ran blindly from the room, up the stairs, along the hall, up into the attic. She heard a sound of sobbing. Kit lay on a broken sofa in the unused p 1 ! ' ? . sea-che- - y. 1 - ... . - ' ' ! That was Cousin Evie coming up the stairs. Shh! Barbara whispered, her eyes dark with excitement, a warm pink In the studio flush in her cheeks. after supper. Ill tell you about it then. Cousin Evie, wrapped in a crocheted shawl, reached the top of the attic steps. You naughty kiddies!" she said, smiling brightly, shaking a finger in Hiding up here in playful reproof. the cold! Come on downstairs by the fire. Martha has made hot chocolate. Well have a nice little game of hearts. It was chilly in the studio. The children huddled together in a circle on the floor. They hadnt dared to turn on the lights for fear of being discovered. A candle burned in an ash tray. Kit and Gay and Jamie looked at Barbara. Well run away, she began, trying to make her voice sound confident in spite of the way that her heart was thumping against her ribs. All of us? Gay asked, forgetting car in Aunt Lola and the the excitement of an adventure. All of us, Barbara said, her eyes very wide and frightened in her pale face. Chips, too? Jamie asked the question anxiously, the small yellow dog hugged tight against his chest. Chips, too, Barbara said almost Why, Jamie Thorne, do you gaily. think we could ever leave Chips? Where are we going? Jamie asked, not caring very much since Chips was going too. Were going to Uncle Stephen. There, it was out. And it didnt sound crazy at all. It sounded like a sensible thing to do. Did he invite us? Gay asked eagerly, her warm color deepening. No, Barbara was forced to admit. Were just going anyway. But Babs, worried thoughtful Kit, shouldnt you write to ask him? Or telegraph or something? Its better if he sees us. Barbara was sure of that. Certainly Uncle Stephen could never resist the charms A . of Kit and Gay and Jamie. . . . . She bachelor! old didnt crusty believe it. His letter sounded so nice. Kits Four of us are quite a lot. Do you brow wore an anxious frown. suppose hell have enough beds? Uncle Stephen is rich, Gay said He sends such with easy assurance. lovely presents. I wouldnt expect him to keep us always, Barbara explained. Four is quite a lot But hes a lawyer and he can tell us what to do. I know he will help us. He said he would Kit was reassured. Tut frown smoothed itself out and hid face slowly brightened. Barbara felt more confident She saw Uncle Stephen, a nice old man, telling them what to do. Father They needed a champion. would have approved. It seemed a sensible idea. Where does Uncle Stephen live? "&iv asked, hoping it would be some enchanting far off place. "Near Philadelphia." That isnt so far. Gay felt disappointed. Florida was lovely. She had been there with Aunt Lola before. But it was fun to be running away. . . j Its not right in the city, Kit said. Dont you remember? We looked it up on a map. Its far enough. Have How will we get we any money? ' Babs? there, dove-gra- y ... . . thing. cited. Or we could dress up like gypsies, Gay, always dramatic, suggested. And dance and play on tambourines and people would give us money. Barbara felt a pain in her Gypsies heart. . . . Once upon a time there was a gypsy boy who loved very dearly a little gypsy girl. . . . But she couldnt think about Bruce. She kept seeing Kits face streaked with tears and Jamie looking at Chips and Gay growing up into a silly little peacock like Aunt Lolas horrid Gwen. She had to take care of the children. . . . I have some money, she said, swallowing hard to banish the lump in her throat She showed it to them, a very slim roll of bills, provided by Great-aun- t Josephines check. It looked like a fortune. The childrens eyes widened. They felt like millionaires. When are we going?" Gay asked, her voice fluting high with excitement. Tomorrow morning. That made it seem real and frightening but very thrilling, too, Wont we tell anybody, Babs? Jamie wanted to know. Barbara was firm. No, indeed. Well go early in the morning before anybody it up. But the train doesnt leave until Kit reminded her. eight oclock, Theyd miss us by that time, sure. She hadnt thought of that. The pink faded out of her cheeks. Here was a problem, indeed. Her spirits dropped. The children felt it. If Babs was discouraged, there was no hope. It was Martha who solved the problem. She came into the studio with a warning about taking cold. The warning was merely an excuse. She wanted to be near them this last evening together. Youre up to somethin, she said. Martha had lived with them before Mother died. She was a familiar friend. They knew that Martha loved them. They told her about it, Barbara taking the lead, the children interrupting. They drew her into the circle and talked away her objoctions. I oughtnt to listen. Marthas Yankee conscience battled against her I ought to go right in affections. the house this minute and tell them what youre up to. But you wont, Barbara said confidently, her cheek against Marthas. You wont do any such thing. Martha surrendered herself unconditionally to the charms of the four Thornes. Theres no fool like an old fool. I wont do any such thing. They told her about the problem of getting away in the morning. Martha considered, her forehead smocked in a frown. Jake Preble drives his truck to New Bedford Thursday mornings, Martha said after an interval of thought. Early, though. He leaves around five oclock. Tomorrow was Thursday morning. It seemed an act of providence. Well leave a note, Barbara said. Well tell them weve gone to Uncle Stephen. They dont know where he lives. That will give us time. But Martha, she added, a shadow slipping across her vivid face, Im afraid it wont be pleasant for you. Theyll make a dreadful scene. Theyll probably explode. Dont mind about that. The light of battle flamed in Marthas eyes. Ill speak my mind and pin on my hat and leave. They fell upon her with strangling Energy of Lightning, by Human Measurement ex- If Benjamin Franklin had never done anything else, he would have immortalized his name by his famous kite experiment of July 4, 1752, by which he showed that lightning is electrical in character. At that time electricity was known only in its static form, it being 44 years later ! Well all run away together!" A plan presented itself to Barbara. She didnt know why she thought of it. Perhaps all along it had been lurking somewhere in the back of her mind. Her I know exactly what well do. voice sounded frightened, but happy, too. She felt her heart thumping against her ribs. What? Kit asked hoarsely. . CHAPTER IV d eyes. rough-and-read- Jamie said promptly. " bet we could, as easy as any- His face was bright and He raised a face. His cheeks were hot and flushed. A feverish light burned in his hazel eyes. Sorry, Babs, he gulped, ashamed of crying, trying to be manly. Do you mind so much about going with Uncle Herbert? she asked, her heart breaking for Kit. You dont know what its like, Babs, he sobbed, no longer ashamed. Uncle Herberts boys are so strong. I I couldnt keep up. They laugh at things I say. They they think Im sort of crazy, Id rather die than go back there. It was dreadful to hear him sob. Kit so seldom cried ; not even when he was a little boy and had to sit in a chair. He minded things so terribly. Those great boobies of Uncle Herberts, Barbara thought. It wasnt fair. She must do something. Kit shouldnt suffer so. You neednt go with Uncle Herbert, she said, not very sure about anything, wanting only to hush his Well all stay tostrangling sobs. gether, Kit. He raised his head, a question in his tear-staine- By . . Ill him, kneeling beside the sofa. FLUTE . . Hitch-hike,- arms. when electric current was first produced from batteries and 79 years later when the principles underlying the production of currents from inductive mechanism were experimentally demonstrated. During its brief duration,, a lightning stroke develops enormous power. The potential of a typical stroke may be 100,000,000 volts and the current 200,000 amperes, corresponding to perhaps 20,000,000,000 horse power. If the duration of the surge is 50 microseconds this would mean some 200 kwh. of energy. These figures are very rough and intended merely to indicate the order of magnitude. 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BarYoure an angel, Marthy-Ann- , bara whispered gratefully, her arm around Marthas neck. Im an idiot! Martha pushed the children away. Her voice sounded scolding and cross. Ill probably live to regret it. But you have a way about you. Theres no fool like an old fool! Im goin to see Jake Preble. Barbara lay, wide awake, in the low carved bed that Father had made. Gay, curled beside her. was fast asleep, worn out by excitement and plans. The alarm clock was set for four. Martha had managed Jake Preble. They were to leave at five oclock in the morning. Everything was arranged. The children, quaking for fear they would be discovered, bad hidden their luggage in the studio. Sitting together on the sofa in the attic, a quilt around their shoulders, Kits lantern lighted beside them, he and Barbara had marked the way they would go. By seven oclock tomorrow night they would be at Uncle Stephens. For the childrens sake, Barbara had and suppressed her uncertainties doubts. Lying awake in the low carved bed, with the rain falling outside and the wind in the willows singing a mournful song, the doubts and uncertainties could no longer be suppressed. It was impolite to be runniing away. The relations meant to be kind, though they had never approved of Mother marrying Father and having four chil It was dren and living like a gypsy appallingly impolite m leave them and run away. (TO BE CD.Vi'l NUEt.i Conoco Bronze has greatly improved d always the purr of quality in its effortless . . . seemingly rhythmic power quiet performance. It has also instant starting, greater mileage lightning pick-uand power. Try a tank full . . and Jbe convinced. anti-knoc- ... full-throate- p, &RNZE GASOLINE r WHEELBASE H 595 Just opposite Mormon Tabernacle WNU 6 DODGE k |