Evening Star Newspaper, January 22, 1928, Page 86

6 LEASE FORWARD ONLON didn't like to hav Walt come to the Courtleig! Arms and Walt knew it—took | advantage of the fact in mo- | there's a package here marked ‘Fragile’ [ get it for you?” said Sammy. ments of financial stress. as pow. Walt knew that his father wouldn't throw him out. But he knew. too, that the old man would do a| good deal to get him off the place— | qQuictly. Walt called Donlon “the old mar 1| at —or about him. People at Courtleigh Arms called him “Mr. or, if they hadn't been there “the clerk.” 't do a clerk any good to have cople know he had & 20-year-old son. t was apt to make them think he had got_too old for the job. Not much us> in Donlon's brushing his thinning hair across the bald place, wearing 2 < and a doggy blue bow s sagging chin. clutching vouth with both cavy-veined. carcfully tend- if Walt was going fo come v and swagger and slim a significant undertone across where any onc of & dozen ht hear him ow about it? as Donlon was concerned, t much luck and Walt knew Walt had pretty well sucked him cry. But apparently the mysterious en- terprises in which Walt engaged re- | quired constant reinforcements of in- More simply speaking. Walt wanted money. When he ted it acutely, he was apt to drift the Courtleigh Arms, beckon his er. and inquire gently: “How about what T asked you last night?” To which Donlon would make what plv he coul Sometimes not more times. as much as Once, around Christmas, five th Donl e people mi W What's the repaid if Walt grinned at was the appie of Donlon's d_the hard-botled youth Donlon saw the little boy ed to be, tagg: at his father's Walt never now—apparently he | e answers. He asked noth- | nothing—lived. as it were, on | . But wvonlon couldn't help feel- | that if he had had more time give Walt in the question-asking | if bis mother had lived—any one | thoudand if's, excusing, explaining, | forgi Bo or ng cause that grin of Walt's kept him, | father, alwars —a be- | li“god s ays a child—a be- | Donlon had very likely never he ©f King David, but t'n‘e cry of !;m m:;:lrg:“echoed in the clerk's heart: o . My son—my ] Gogollhnd dlr& for mm, e alon coul never be | that death didn't wait for gw“lguun. pere ::ap; n;g;ntd t'he nearest corner. Death, in et—from a policeman's . | Death, 1n the chair—if the policersan. Stead of Walt, stopped a bullet. i Five. ten or twenty dollars might be | between Walt and death—a flimsy | t—for a father | . T masing SOTE-Wall e Donlon. A stocky. stoopad, waxious | fool like Charley Donlon "~ 0% | Walt made the most of his father. | Walt made the most of life—according to his theories. School and a job in 8 storage varehousa—that was Donion started the boy: but the detoured. A fob in a dance hail, a job in a cheap hotel as bell boy—all 2t :‘-]ce without explanation, no job at | how road | 2]t at home. in the dingy little flat ®hen he should have bccfzy at work Walt away from the flat—all hours, Scmetimes the whole of the 24—when | he_should have been at home. | The thing looked queer. Donlon | worried about ft. Walt had no job, but | had some intermittent source of in- | ke | - i Donion was sure that the source was questionable. So, ‘when Walt said at breakfast, got to have a hundred—how about it>” Don- on. not daring to refuse for fear of what might hang on the answer, con- sidered borrowing from—whom? "See what I can do,” he said wearily. | % % | “’ALT went back to bed. Donlon went to work. At noon Walt tumed up at the Courtieigh Arms, leaned 2-rcss the desk, held his father's eye_significantly, and inquired, “Well—what's the luck?” Donion was sorting mail. He turned, | ;;m 2 smallish, square packasge in his | nds, “Helio.” he said. “Well?” “I told you it's important,” said Wait | laconically “Bure. 1 know——" mumbled Don- | b 2dding to a stout, fur-coated wom- . “Nothing for you, Mrs. Taylor; not st * | Mrs. Taylor had the worst tongue in the house Last person on earth 1o see Walt hanging around. Donlon said, in & guarded undertone “Doing what I can, boy.” “Got any prospects?” Walt insisted There was a kind of desperate un- ezsiness about him. almost conciliatory. Wait. the unshakable. pleading! That frighiened a2 father as much as any- ning Donion turned the package over and d at the address—not tn scem of the job. even while stop- | 10 speak ¥ a friend. “Mr. and Christopher Dwight—- Punny! T: the couple used to he apartment with the Been gone now 6 or 8 have for me to- mouth and eyes showed 1 not all of it, but some. Oh. re! Got two or three lines out.” Donion_ “And—I'm pretty busy t now " That was by way of a nod ¢ good &% a wink 0 the blind pony ried Ban Must be heard they were 2 at the Ham- over on Bast street. Donlon remembered letters vy forward Dwighte: hed 1 4 it v whis ard th L of ‘em wan' w0 make it snapp Domlon jau K ) the mall L & recklese gleam in his but e & Jotof sute tor whom” Objecred et Limse % with wg Walt never par- arly v touble for sny Dovion lwid the 1 him Mis Chrstopher w her or For all Donlon Bpraking wrme she'd gone Larck W her il r J 7 ver tnen the tuaght ouurred v pun- €l first only veguely Bl never could el Young Dwigit L b pretty free with his money ve 108 that Donlon hed SWalt one Chrisimas vnen Donlon had Upped s where U find m par- tree tor the Daby nalea Ve package \hought and i U DWIght = him Lk e el e blossomed | W btk of ‘em Bend it pliote! “Mr DwWight there'’s & ere addiessed o you Could Bnd pick 1 up? IUs merked B s 0 prevy bad condi | $25. and tried to collect it. The | ’ ion.” (It would be, when Donlon got hrough with it.) . The same mes- sage would do for her. “Mrs. Dwight, —addressed to you—pretty bad condi- tion—won't stand much handling.” ‘Then he'd put the package up in 6 C—hadn't been occupied in a month —get the two there together—and. if they just chanced to make it up— | “when he troubled to speak to | stranger things have happened!—they | month. might be grateful Wait! They'd have to get there at the same time—no good. otherwise. “Could you come in about 5?—I go after that—I'll look out for the package myself." | Donlon wasn't writing a movie (al- though he saw a good many of them, the evenings Walt was out)—he was putting out a line. And his heart was in the job. He got Christopher Dwight on the ‘telephone. “This is Donlon, at the Courtleigh Arms. . Mr. Dwight, T've sot a| package here for you—marked ‘Frag- | ile'——" and so on and so on. Then he got her. It might not come to anything. Just a chance. The kind of thing a man thought of with his back against the wall. There had been a gun in Walt's top drawer a day or so before. Donlon hadn't dared to speak of it—except facetiously. ‘Well, son—what's the hardware Friend of mine gave it to me,” Walt had told him sullenly. | ‘What sort of friend wanted Walt to | have a gun? Donlon’s blood ran cold. He called up a man who owed him No luck The afternoon spent itself. Donlon had never been busier. If he'd known where to look for a loan, ho wouldn't have had time to go after it Mr. Dwight, after slight hesitation. had said he'd run in. Mrs. Dwight had said she could come at 5. There might—or might not—be a chance in it. Donlon thought tled. . . She was startled. When she turned away from the telephone she walked to the window of her mother's de- lightful sitting-room. “Now, why did I do that?>” she groaned. “Why didn't I tell him to mail it> Of course. when he said it was marked ‘Fragile’ and in bad con- | dition — I thought — still — what's the difference? I am an idiot!"” “Really. darling.” said her mother writing letters at a desk in a corner, “I think youre making a fu cer nothing. Why shouldn’t y.1 go! “Only that I—I loathe sceing the place again.” she sounded star- ‘he Story of a Happy Quarrel. “At the Arms" sald Sybil grimly, having herself an excellent memory. “Do you—p'raps I—why not let me “Thanks a lot. Just as a matter of discipline, I'm going to get it for my- self.” said Sybil. ‘The waiter brought their tea. “Sybil,” said Sammy. “your mother tells me youre going abroad next “So she say tea " sald Sybil, pouring ou want to go, don't you?" s much as I want to do anything.” “What's the matter? Fed up?” “Awfully,” said Sybil. You've lost weight, haven't you?" said Sammy. It touched her that Sammy should | notice she'd reduced a bit. He'd noticed more than that, with his nice eyes. He prodded gently. Aren’t you-—er—happy? “No-—are you?" said Sybil. “I mean——" said Sammy, r in without angelic precedent, let your mother crowd you—th: what 1 mean! Do your own thinking, Sybil—will you? She never wanted you to marry Chris. She was tickled | to death when you left him. If I were | vou, I'd be almighty certain I was calling my own shot—and that she wasn't calling it for me. Don't be " He added a trifle extrane- | ur mother, of course.” | 3 said Sybil. But she | reached across the table and patted | the back of his hand. “If you were happy.” he pointed out | to her, “if you were easy in your mind, | you'd go back to that place and—and never turn a hair.” 1 said gallantly ing don’ “I'm on my | aid Sammy. and hating the job “You're on your It's in your face.” “Have to get murmured Sybil. But she liked Sammy through her—and caring wasn't happy. “Ever sce Chris nowadays “Not since the day I left him. —eight months ago.” I saw him la: the Harleighs'.” “How'd he look?" i “Same as usual. Little grouchy, I thought. He's got a new car.” “What kind>" Sammy told her. adding, “Margery Harleigh was with him." he can have him lessly me a Benda mask.” | for xer’inl‘ that she Sybil? That's . week—dinner—at said Sybil tone- * % \\‘HEN they had come out into the gray day again, she left him standing before the tea place, and set ¥ * % " ovr T | sonality. By Fanny Ilcaslip Lea women who adored. Some rode in baby buggies, snug under rug and blanket, furred caps drawn down to their beam- ing eyes, mittens on their greedy fists. Some trotted sedately, clinging to elder hands. Some stumbled. shouting, along muddy paths, sturdy in sweaters and leggins and little boots—and they were the ones, these last, that broke Sybil's heart in two She hated the park for the children who swarmed into it . . . for the child who had loved it . . . and would play there no more. “Why did I come this way?" she thought wildly. But she had come that way, and she saw it through. The watch on her wrist said 15 minutes to 5. She had stayed too long with Sammy, warming her tived, chilly self at the steady fire of his unexacting devotion. Sammy had always loved her. It was a cruel trick of fate, or whatever shuffied the human pack, that she hadn't been able to 16ve Sammy. He'd never have hurt her—never have closed the door of his heart against her. If she'd been too proud to thrash things out with him— to explain, when explanations seemed indicated—he'd have gone without ex- planations and kept on loving her. He cven, in Sybil's defense, through Sybil's mother. the devouring mother-love that hadn't wanted Sybil to marry Chris (because she was so mad about him)—that had | been glad when she left him (because it gave her back to the old nest, need- ing to be mothered, needing to be taken care of—and possessed). Sybil knew the touch of steel through | her mother's velvet glove. But it hadn't always been ble to resist it. by reason of a doublc strain. The | natural dominance of a sfronger pere and then the unbeatable force of a holy tradition—devoted | mother—fortunate child. Only loving Svbil could have shown saw | Recognized | WHEN SHE SAW THE LOOK IV HIS EYES SHE PUT HER ARMS ABOUT HIS NECK. boy, getting the thing quickest way possible. “Now, if she'll just turn up,” thought | Donlon, feverish with uncertainty. “Women are so unpunctual! If I could only get her up there before he starts down again!" Which thing incredibly happened. Sybil hadn't time to ask for the package, had barely time for “Good afternoon, Mr. Donlon.” before Donlon was saying to a boy. waiting: “Takc Mrs. Dwight up to 6 C. over with in |hcl Sammy what she was up against in her mother. Chris had just frankly | not hit it off with her, and hadn't tried to see why. A voungster stumbled against her, clutched her knee to keep himself from | falling, lifted blue cyes and a grimy | little nose, quivered a soft, sticky | mouth, half-frightened. like a baby, rabbit “'Hey. Buster. where you goin'>" sald Svbil gently, setting him on his feet again. % Ew SHE went on across *7 Lights were coming pale gold against the thought: “I'll be late! fool's gone!" i But the fool hadn't gone. He was there behind the desk, waiting for her. the park. ont, bloomy dusk. She Suppose the PICOEION ) | | | | he’s let himself go. SHE HATED THE PARK FOR THE CHILDREN WHO SWARMED IN (T_FOR THE CHILD WHO HAD LOVED IT AND WOULD PLAY THERE NO MORE. “Then I should say, just as a mat- ter of discinline—" “I'm going, aren't 17" cried Sybil Dwight irritably. e nw Sflz ran upstairs, put on a rough fur coat, pulled on a small soft hat She ran down again, put her head in the sitting-room door. “'By. darling!” sald Sybil. “Shal I stop and ask about the Italian les- sons while I'm out?—if you think we'll really leave Paris in April “Your father hopes—— “Oh, father springs infernal!" “By-bil!"” “You know what 1 mean flower behind the throne” “He doesn't think so. I'm sure.” “Naturally—if he did. you wouldn't | u're the | “I don't understand you, dear.” “Yes, you do! This family's a bal- | loon-tired, four-braked matriarchy benevclent, but sull Bybil slid away. The door slammed violently be- hind her | The street was gray slush underfoot and mist uds hung seavy Wish 1 were in Sybil It had been such fun onee lalong the avenue in Winter ter how evil the weather had obeen Jong, long ago- eight months—and ¥ think of i now. In Italy she wouldn't have to think of it She wouldn't be forever reminded by places where she had eaten, places where she had danced, paths in the park where—at least, she could keep awey from the park! Bhe swung in the opposite direction oollided with some one equally in & some one big and blond where's the fire?” Bybil looked up, blinking, managed herself to smile for 8l that a moment ago she haa felt the famillar lquid Hame of tears rsng Bhe sa Isn't any fire. It's under eomtrol now How ure you, Bammy’ Isnt this & rotven day” ‘NOU sny more” said Bammy cheer- “Now that I'm taking you o tea i omre? May one ask where Bammy named » place or so winced st the frsy, frowned over G sighed over the third, wurrendering “Why not! They've mwtully koo jam there! B she und Sammy Martin continuea | 8L & brisk stride b thie place of his third selection Labie 1 There was in the air Italy!” thought i plowing 10 mat- But that more than whe preferred not Hybil the then can't etay forever e gol u dale wt b The orchestra had begun upon imediey from w musical show of three |Yesre befure, wnd she had U talk fast I order W valk at sll Ever potice that grayish clerk 61 the Armir Bamny? Well, he welephoned st he baa u package for e arked Fragie Ana, ke most fraglle pack- wger he says IUs all shot o pleces. L promlsea o plck iU up sl 5" AU the Arms?" echoed Sammy memberng the freploce in A C Walitdn bovkceres Bnd other UNgs, wald Bybil e- e went in and oblained a hite | off across the park—the park she had | but lately decided to keep away from Naked black trees and shiny wet | roads, gray dead grass and darting vellow taxis. The park was wan and desolate, mist in its hollows, barren- ness on its heights. In spite of which the children were there, in woolly caps | and coats, with glowing cheeks and | noses. Dragging at the skirts of women vho scolded them: tugging at the hands | of women who were proud. Racing away from women who neglected them bringing loot of twig and stone to | sharply. There's a package for her—on the| mantel.” | He managed to add, so Sybil didn't hear it: “And beat something else.” | Wi r hands inside the pockets of her i v ing hel It back here—there’s o7 Mt would searcely be a wedding The boy took Sybil up, opened the Present. - door of 6 C, and beat 1i—as Donlon _ “We shall see.” said Christopher— had directed. The other boy having and opened the box. =~ = beat it. too, Sybil walked into the room | Something wrapped in tissue P where she had once lived and loved The tissue pape: fell to the floor from and had a child and parted from its Christopher's fingers—and the thing it father. Now the room was bare, and bad wrapped fell after. 5 the child was dead—but its father, Sybil picked it up. It was a small turned from a window to look at ner, White-plush dog. with bright eyes of He had the smudged and ragged €old-brown glass. with a brown spot package in his hands. (Donlon had QVer one ecye. and two soft. brown. achieved its bad condition quite con- floppy ears . . . with the most en- vineingly.) His smile twisted one side | R3RINg look of inquiry—the most de- of his good-looking mouth beneath the lghtful look of anxious friendliness— small, dark mustache he worc. His ® Pplush dog ever wore. The card gray eyes weren't too pleasant either. around his neck said: Cool and_skeptical. S reuTo litle Chrls When Sybil had come in, closing the 3 g donrhbshuia her—without in the gleu( To little Chris—for whom there e intending to—-he added, effplaining his N0 more days—nor nights—nor weeks coolness and unpleasantness: nor months nor years. Only a mem- “What is it you want to see me OrY—and that—divided. 5 Sybil set her teeth into her lip, while tears ran down her face. “Sybil.” sald Christopher huskily— “don’t do that!" But when he put his arm around “I don't want to see you! Why her and put his cheek to hers—he was should I? That's the last thing on no better than she. They stood.star- carth I do want. It's rotten of you ing blindly at the plush dog, and the think so!" same sob shook them both. , ‘Sorry!” sald Christopher SUMY.| I can see him—cant you?" said ‘What else am I to think?* Sybil brokenly. “I see him every time Sybil said politely: “I don't know. 1 I cross the park.” ¥ou didn't by any chance arrange this | “mis birthday's la Yourself 2" Christopher. “Not likely!” sald Christopher. i o el SRR A e He'd have been crazy ‘They looked at each other in silence. He thought, “She’s got thinner. She hasn't been well. She thought. . many happy about?™ He had always been able to wake a lover's devil in her. She blazed out at him now in a way neither had for- gotten next week," suid Sybil. “Who's it from?" asked Christopher. for his handkerchief 3 ight he was regretting hav- ing put his arm around her. thought + - the handkerchief a gesture to cover a e e S Christo. Fetreat. She went over to the window pher. ~“Since neither of us arranged— | %ih 8 proud casuainess—the dog sull nor desires—an interview, what do you | clutched in one hand. holding the card sav we get it over with a3 soon s pos. (1 ERRPOHEE Tolioaud e~ itk made sible? That bird telephoned me about ‘é"““‘m, “MTa Jobun Gieen: IVs this package—said it was addressed to -— - . . - at's an old suit— that nice old woman from California. remember? She was so fond of him, He wia to metr dhiechd on the boat, coming back from Hono- “He telephoned me. t00.” Christopher shrugged. “It's addressed to both. 1 suppose, with the senti- mental interest most people take in other people’s affairs, he conceived the idea of—bringing us together, as one mav_say “Don’t say it—in that beastly, ten. sarcastic tone!" sald Sybil “You never appreciated my sarcasm.” “I always loathed 1t “Loathed evervthing about me be- ~iwiy2" fore vou got through. didn't you>" “If nobody does—she'll do it again— “What's the good of talking?” said'next year—perhaps " Sybil. "I have a dinner date tonight.| “ see— " said Christopher If you don't mind, I'd like the pack- wouldn't be so good. of course : year—a vear's a long time™ “Coming —or going?" said Sybil ybil tulu.” “Oh—the birthday party—on the boat * sald Christopher heavily. “Of course.” satd Sybil. cleared her throat and began again. because it sounded so like a croak the first time —"of course—she doesn't know." “About him?" said Christopher. “Or—us. 1 mean,” said Sybil “about anvthing. I suppose—some- body's got to write to her.” “That In a age “Which happens to be.” he reminded her. “addressed to us both." Just two minutes before Christopher Dwight had walked in, dark and un- smiling. and Donlon had sald to the boy, waiting *Take Mr. Dwight up to 6 C. There's a package there for him” 1f Dwight had said, “Just have him bring 1t down-—-" not so good! Donlon’s chance would then have sunk | to_the bottom of the sea Dwight hadn't, however —perhaps be- cause Donlon instantly disappeared in the performance of clerkly business. said anything. H rely followed the Horse and Buggy—-—Vi'sioh BY STEPHEN LEACOCK. OU might see it in “Anno Domi- ni 1860, skimming along any country road, it or them, the Horse and Buggy hicle, it seemed, light and swift, » that the buckboard and the lumber wagon seemed at once hopelessly clum- sy, slow and inconvenient, It was the iast word in ease It had & step 1o step in by, so that there was no need to th oneself A fairy ve-| 1 over the side, as in the lumber wagon. It had springs between the body-—the chassis—and the axle, 5o that when the wheels hit a stone or bumped into a rut the light chassis oscillated In the wir ke & canary’s nest on a willow bough | With the buckboard, each jolt was a collislon head-on and uncompromising the lumbgr wagon had about as much and take as a war chariot. the dunced upon M springs lke n il | In front was a dashboard sheltering from the spash of mud,snd folded into 1L by a miracle of inventive ingenuity, | # walerproof rug or cover for the knees | Behind the seat | nvention | ceptacie | bottles [ But the real potnt of the horse and buggy was thelr epeed Good-by to the heavy lumber wagon left behind | 0 the aurty rond as we spin past on | the yreen grass that edges the track {good-by W the buckboard, once the | dashing marvel of the corduroy road #ond-by W the hayrack and the horse- | threshing machine, and the other ve- hicles of the country highway ‘The buggy passes them us If they are stand- | ing sull “The horse and buggy had no speed Indicator. But they could hit up seve Pmiles an hour with esse, and make 1t {103 the horse ran away. There was | o speed it n terms of milen; the Jaw forbade reckless driving, but seven miles wn jescept only inside u villnge [ corporated town. or & municipality, or teside a church, where it fell 1o two wnd uphill, where 1L sank to one The horse and huggy used no gaso e With them, Lhere was no prinful nuisance of flling the tank or crank- g up. IL wasn'l necessary, Just gel e luntern and go oul to tie stable anad bring by another stroke of was a sort of locker or re- that would hold twq or an in- | ' L4y the harness on the hoies, quart | i wan wll right anywhere, | | TAKING HER OUT FOR A sPIN | | [him round to the trough and break [ the dce 1L was Winter, or 1f it was | Summer just pump w litte ull the pump started and Al up the trough and (hen put the horse into the buggy [and bring them jound (o the back | door, and that was all A smart man could hiteh n 15 min- | utes Even a child could do it all ex- cepl the tall-strap | hen the horse and buggy were | popular, there was I the buggy, typ- cally, a lady and gentieman pardon, I um forgetting how 1o use my Lown onginal language - there was tn it a “young feller and & gl He was takdng her “out for a spin ' In 1680, o Teping oa girl was the sure way to [ win her | The young feller ware | Clothes. gingerbread brown, and a black hat copled from the Norih Amerioan pirates, wnd the giil had on a colored his stove FHE SURE WAY 10 WIN HER, 1 bey | “Eight months of this one gone,’ satd Christopher. “already.” Sybil didn't comment. It might. so far as she was concerned. have been “What do you suggest? The Solo- eight years—but she wasn't publishing mon solution?” Has any one a sword®" that She sald. with great distinctness: “If “May I have this?" she asked—the vou will open it now—it may be some- ndly plush dog. The questton in thing I should know about. This is his bright, glass eye was almost just as trying for me as for you. Please bearable. as if he hadnt vet found don't discuss it any further.” the one he was looking for “In case it's a belated wedding pres- “Of course—1f you like,” said Chris- ent, we might pawn it." satd Christo- topher. pher, “and divide the spotls.” b He took off the ragged wrappings. A box--of white pasteboard-—came to view said Sybil. clench- He crossed the room and held it out for her to see. but mockingly retained his hold on it write to Mrs. Green” said “What'll vou tell her?" “I'T tell her about—him.™ of Past “Them Ames' ain't | should. “After four years,” oats,” he headin sald. “of Bob out the way they . indeed.” she answered. didn’t ought to be so green suil™ Both of them had ben to school in the red schoolhouse on the road ftself! Both of them could speak gram- mar. {f they tried to, but that would be affected. And when he said “T am't seen no crops on whole equally supertor to them there.” the language had & home feeling about it that you don't get in & spelling book Some of these voung fellers of 1880 Afterward sat in legislatures or preach- ed from city pulpits and became the nation butlders of this continent when they gave up saying “this here and “them there.” they had n on something alien to their true seluas but did they ever really give it up® 1 doubt it. In the most plutoeratts homes {of the continent. when the Eng! I butler's back Is turned. your host may stil' say 1o you “Try one of these here And if you come fram \vhere You will answer, “Yes, sir they're a good clgar, them.™ “they [ Put I forgot the horse and bugey | they're off and gone & quarter mle [ down the road. they're passing hiough | Riddes Bush on the lillade. and the | SWIngIng boughs and the green leaves |nod over their heads. .Noo making [ ove T am not so sure of 1t L the young feller has handed 10 the girl N eonversation losen a white, ttat Mece nf pepperming candy with o motto on it i red potson 1t you love we (85 T love you o Kntfe can cut ous fow n two ™ When that losenge was pased from hand o hand 1 1880 10 was as fall of meantg as when Morgan the Buvoan cor handed a chip to his wss)date Dirate, or the Turkish Sulian o bow MUK 0 hia Vister. 1t apelt fate. And 1 the girl took 1t and ate 1t 1 me took and et (17 (1 keep slipping up this language) —hen her fate was settled Al the end of the vista of giea | trees she coutd see already i her faney the meeting houss and the minister And the stern paraphernalia of mar ws A% I WA i TRKO The hovse and buy work Turn them evening twilight Wapy i oo IN 1830 TO "SPINT A GIRL WAS dress copled from the Algonguins. They | didn’t take thetr fushions from France | I 1880, They got them right here. ‘The spin I the horse and buggy as compared with the modern motor eag alho called the sutomobile or the cariago-—was safety itself Ihe horse might dash Into a stake fence and harl the girl over 1t on o pile of stones in the fence corner but without damage - you couldn’t hurt | those girla 1n 1880 The horse might, of course, get a | puncture by pleking up a stone, but all you had 1o do was (o speak softly It NI leg, and Kiek 1 I the stomach I & few minutes you were | ot again | The young feller and the givl In the | horse and budgy were making love | They didn't Kiow 1t but - they weie horseless Y have done thel ead home W ‘They thought that they were hst out for a spin looking at the crops T o | e |y “Gosh—where'd you get it>" asked Walt. for once admiring father. “Told you I had a line out” Donlon pridefully. “Well!" said Walt. He handled the envelope lovingly, drew an abysmal sigh of relief. “Weli—" the slow, re- luctant grin left over from his ques- tioning days, “you saved my life—ITl o (“Absalom—my son, my son “Glad I _could help you out” sald Donlon, still in the high place. He reached for his hat and coat. “Wait a minute— going off. IN walk home with y Here was camaraderie. father and son. man to man—only life doesn't work that way “Got a date.” said Walt. home to dinner He buttoned his overcoat | money, settled his hat more r]nlh angle. dr; a casual. “See vou later She held | ® 4nd Donlon came back o hi tell her— |85 the clock struck six. He but irg:“om coat, n;‘u-z his o B 'y ted awav in the direction of di tNETE's 10 B¢ | 1ot alone. After all—there are alwar- the movies. (Coprrizht 1028) | ! I won't be over the h Cruel to make her say it. the dog tight. “I mean—what'll about—yourself and m She said. “I'll tell he —a divorce. | _Christopher fingered his mustache. | His mouth twisted—hardly to be called | a smile. “Your mother told me you! were happier than d been in; months. You don't look it. You're too thin. “Where cried Sybil “The day she came to my office.” “She didn't go to your office!” “She sald you knew she was com- t. o |ing." said Christopher. particularly with “I knew——! What did she say to carvine. said Sybil. A child often finds “For one thing." said Christopher, ' he has traced withou “she saild you had been in love with g resem Sam Martin since you were both kids same way the first sto —and that, when I cut in, I made resemblances in the a mess of your life.” | created without plas “Did she say that>" ice the idea of game was cor “That’s only half of it. She said | present in the mind or in tr the kindest thing I could do would ' sciourness of thess hunters be never to try to see you again. That pretative fancy was n: vou were just getting hold of yourself to r animal after—about Chris.” pictures. The dedus “Getting hold of mysslf—" said Sy- confirmed by the bil. “She meant she was getting hold monuments. At Gargas e | lines carved on the rock bea: “D'you_mean that?" asked Christo- ' resemblance to the head and pher sharply. ’ horned quadruped. Sybil said. with a tired and bitter Santa Isabel the “She always wanted me to recognirzabie. thouzh Sammy. She thinks now. that as with a simple after we leave Paris—" pointed tool “She told me how you hated me. Of the human body the hand was said Christopher. “In case I hadn't &nown {t." “She savs I had no pride.” said 8 bil. “to let you put it over on me long as you did, I think she's right “Oh, undoubtedlr!” he assured her. you First Stone Carvers. REQUENTLY has the question been arise? What | ‘dxd you see my mother?" F ings he saw round ting light is tion by the Prench authori respect ally plain i wall he gro of Comargue | Sirex bodv of & horse is merely an adap B of the convexities of the wal red by light tline stroges HEY might have gone then. leav- hoan ong (o u iine, Strokes, Ing only emptiness. bare walls and done in low relis{. In the Nacv echoing floors behind ther. dusk deep- at Vieil-Mouly the pasterior half ening in a deserted room—but they <orsal line of a carved bison didn’t. bv the upper ru;’u:‘;r of the a . " the contour of th d of a har T od not far from the entance e 2 ratural What do you care? 1If true!” joction was used to farm the hody of & cry out of her. “Chrit a reindeer. which ths artis: & ‘What - . you?“—be- tween his teeth o= "I haven't hurt you!" and the eve. At Font de Ga - What do you think back horse crudely moc of stepping—with Mar- . you're not happy He took out a cigarette and forgot to light it. turning it over and over. crushing it. spoiling it. “I dare say ¥ mother toid you I was™ She says—she says we were hope- lessly mismated. Or we'd never have owed the way we did—all the reason or another.” Do you need your mot vou_when vou're mismated “You didnt want me!* L she tell you that. too said Sybul. ed on a mcxv ! the contour cf the dec Hats and Architecture. IT Ras Ddeen pointed out er to tell form of the hat bears a tion to building of a prm huts A disting vitad attention “Chris—do blance that has existed 1o de found tn manv cov headgear and mgs. It may be that ¢ the lack of o her hand on his arm . ¢ saw the Jook in his eves her arms about his neck—she er head down on his heart— and her lips parted to feel it thudding aster m In the Hawsian Is the inhaditants too cloths themselves want me.” she said. “take want you" said oure all 1 do wanet.” He held her so close. the plush dog- Chr hristopher. she dropped cha —and didnt know 1. adly 1 sald Sybil. mopping her The tur andkerchief— 1 think Fastern that clerk something. of the: Im evervthing weve got— | the Jews of olden tum E Kets extraordinarily lite the chara them. they totaled ninety. domes that surmount mosy i and eighty-five cents. 1 is pointed out. the high o @ an envelope.” Christopher Of Gothic churchas wers Tve got one—and write Neous with gh Do Donlon. isn't 143 . G . dress known he hen: s itke that.* leved “From Mrooand Mrs. Dwight mur. found mured Sybil. writing " of arcl ey stopped on the wa and | period Christopher put to! Donloa’s lu\\d‘ . s p}'nrnn' Good night, onlon watched them go. b | after them. He'd had a ‘;»\u\?mr:’ when he télephoned ‘em bo: They'd | past made 1t up, of course—tell 1t o look | e at em Once Sybil and Christopher were out of Sight. Donlon opened the envelo X R he envelope | far onves of With o shaking fingors. Might be :x:\““};,‘m: el fouple Of tens--he hardly dared hope | it moar ooy N o ho Dad five of his oWE— | squing, the ks b Shitd Svel for Aty thentyofite would e enoush ) con | e e et & Stvit W length by his ven ! ™ satd—"h Ne As o oo, that elope Mr Donton!™ | Opium From Poppics. WWHILE the poppr wa MASt any climate. that it s most uevess. When the land has boe and harrowed. the popay seed about X pounds of vince Walt that he was trying to raise .. BY tomartow he might of another lne-he was too tired tontght Twenty - two three, four tens | ehilly sweat break U in the pat | snce 3 = watering reLINAS even e e tet™ | About 10 weeks after ¢ § out on his upper | ONeT APPears. and ts f of his hands Ne ! fhon oewored on the thirg N Twe I expanoon B 3 pasted ENEY-Ove cents | ey T CATRS desimed ta I AIver. That was & hot sketeh! - Sher S0 of e opum eake Y Wall would say WRY the elshtv-0ve | e capemr e o fE N 08 ten @ cents® Never mind! Take it Al tae ! ey ahotwe AT® lanced and ihe © rather Aer-tve dollans and | AT BAS eudet mm the s SIERY-Mve conts oL They'd been grateful ail right. They WITR 0 & Wetat o had turned out thetr peckets for him | R vy kg thive o tour He knew 1t—vaguets ICTVAl 8 e ar e dary | immy ho sald to the porter. | AT 0 TRWE B Dure cotum. The [ nassing offce at the mament. | ainy etal the plant leaves and the Jiny WA @ fleree suciteaent | \‘l:t\ ha\‘\-YIN‘ A consideradie value tor EVIRINE him- - Could you et me have f MONRE puroses. two dallars and fifteen cents -4t the | 2 ¥ e Stone Bath Tubs end of the week “What's the idea of the Atteen] vents®™ asked Jimmy curtously ~dut he ! l N Meako and many of the Qentral {let Donkan have it i AMSUICAN s whete \he That made an even hundred T | tropical heat makes (he water W e PR put i A b envelope and | malng oo warm for pleasant dathing W Acrows the face of It “Waltar (0 [1he peoie use & pian adopied hua Do ™ Wall came i While he was | dieds of yeans ago f those regiaas M | Bath tuds are cul tham st reok nea Hev - whats (he uek? 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