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be around here somewhere.”
squinted thoughtfully at the
revealed through an opening
the trees. “Must be,” he
After a brief progress, his
ing eyes were rewarded by a
path leading in the desired
tion. With an exclamation of
lief, he followed it. Within a
ter of an hour he found
nearing the final sheer ascent,
bald face of rock that rose
perpendicularly. The
moved warily now, making as
noise as possible. From a
he peeped cautiously across a
clearing.
There, propped against a
in the sunshine, was Dale.
“Hi,” Mr. Mulgrew said
and stepped into the open.
Dale looked at him without
ing or stirring.
“I was out taking a stroll,”
anticipated. “Thought I’d
around this way. Nice little
you got here.” His survey
a shallow cavern in the face of
rock and a small spring outside
CHAPTER XV—Continued
— 16 —
“I thought possibly you had gone
over later,” continued Kelsey. “I
took it up with Washington, but
never got anywhere. Every time I
had a chance to get to Middleton I
did, for Mrs. Cameron’s sake. On
my last trip I found I had missed
you. You found her dying and you
took the boy away with you.”
Farwell nodded helplessly. He did
not trust himself to speak.
“I see it all now. Mrs. Cameron
was not able to tell you what had
happened. The neighbors did. They
explained how I had come there
with Elaine and Dale. That was
enough for them—and you. I never
dreamed . . .”
Kelsey’s voice trailed away.
There was silence in the room, a
silence broken by the slam of a
distant door. • Farwell seized the
arms of his chair in his two hands.
He pulled himself erect. There was
a stern quality in his deep voice.
“Is that the truth, Wade Kelsey?”
“You know that it is,” was the
quiet answer. “I always wanted to
find you, I think. I told myself
that I would some day. That, after
all, you had the right to know that
Elaine’s last thought had been of
you. I didn’t know where you were.
I lead a busy life and a lonely one.
Then Dale walked into the room
where I sat talking to John Payne.
It was like looking into Elaine’s
eyes again. Everything came back.
I had no rest until I came here. I
only wish I had been in time to
spare Dale. We must think of him
now.”
Farwell lurched forward sudden¬
ly. He covered his face with his
hands.
“Elaine . . . Elaine . .
Kelsey relaxed in his chair. He
found his own eyes suddenly wet.
After a moment he crossed over
and laid a hand on the other man’s
bowed shoulders.
“We’ve both been hurt, Jonathan.
It’s over now. It’s up to us to help
that boy. He’ll come back when he
gets over the shock. And now you’ll
be able to tell him it’s all right. I’m
going down to the hotel. I'll stay
for a little. If you need me I’ll
be waiting.”
There was another ringing of the
parsonage bell in the early after¬
noon. A second and hesitating push
of the button brought Jonathan Far-
well to the door. He walked with a
steady step, displaying his usual
composure. His voice betrayed no
surprise as he greeted the caller.
“Good afternoon, Miss Brady.
Will you walk in?”
“Good afternoon, Doctor Far-
well.” Lee colored faintly under the
steady scrutiny of the minister’s
dark eyes. She gathered herself
together quickly, speaking in a
voice that matched the man’s for
evenness. “I would like to speak to
Mr. Mulgrew if he is here.”
“I am afraid Pinckney is out at
present,” was the grave reply. “Is
there anything I can do for you?
Perhaps you will come in.”
“Just for a moment then.” And,
when the door had closed behind
her: “I wanted to know if—if Pink
had found Dale. He said he would.
I didn’t hear anything . . . Lee’s
voice trembled a little in spite of
her effort to control it. “I couldn’t
bear it any longer.” Her brown eyes
looked up appealingly into Far-
well’s.
“I see. Please sit down.”
Lee shook her head, waited.
“When was this, Miss Brady?”
“Last night after dinner.”
“Last night ..." The minister
repeated the words with an effort.
“Then he must have told you.”
“He did. Where is Dale? Hasn’t
he come back at all?”
“Not yet. Pinckney must be
searching. Something tells me he
will bring Dale with him. I am
waiting.”
“Oh, if we only knew where he
was! If he was all right!” Lee’s
small hands clenched helplessly. “It
wasn’t his fault. I’m so afraid he
thinks he mustn’t love me any more.
He may even think that I don’t
love him now. And I do! I do!”
Farwell took a step nearer. One
of his hands came out to rest on her
shoulder.
“As much as that, my child?” ,
“Of course,” she told him, look¬
ing bravely into his eyes. “I will
always love him.”
“I believe you, Lee.” His voice
quivered a little as he said, “I never
have known of a greater love Save
one. My dear, you will not be put
to the test. Either of you.”
“Oh, what . . .?”
“I have learned the truth today.
It might have been too late. But
now I know that God will bring
my son back to us. Will you wait
for a little here? Wait with me? It
will not be long.”
“Oh, yes. Please let me stay.”
Along the wooded slope of a high
hill some five miles from Locust Hill
a small figure was clawing its way
doggedly through the heavy under¬
growth, engaged in a zig-zag as¬
cent. It was Pinckney Mulgrew.
“Queer how the kid ever found
that trail,” he muttered. “It must
DADE COUNTY TIMES: THURSDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1938
“Guess you’ll have to. I didn’t
pass no cabs cornin’ up. I’ll cut
you a stick and help you. There’s
somethin’ else I’d better tell you,
maybe.” Pink stood with his feet
apart, slashing the branches from a
substantial length of scrub oak.
“Before I give you this stick.”
“What?*’
“It’s bout the girl friend. I seen
her last night. She’s waitin’. Made
me promise I’d fetch you back.”
“You mean . .
“Sure I told her. And, kid, I
want to take back any knockin’ I
ever done about dames. That’s all.”
The journey back to Locust Hill
was slow. Dale, his face set grim¬
ly, limped over the uneven ground
With the aid of his cane and Pink’s
willing shoulder. Frequent halts for
rest were made.
To add to Pink’s uneasiness, the
sun had disappeared. Clouds were
gathering thickly, a threat of more
rain in the air. It wouldn’t do the
kid any good to get wet. When
they got nearer town, he’d figure out
a short cut that would bring them in
entrance. “All set for housekeep¬
ing. What’s the matter with that
ankle?”
“Turned it on a rock. What do
you want?”
“Shut up until I fix you.” He knelt
down and untied the soiled hand¬
kerchief Dale had bound about his
bare ankle. “Wait . . .” Pink
reached for his coat and tugged a
parcel from one of its pockets.
“Brought myself a sandwich, but I
ain’t hungry. You eat it.”
“I don’t care for it. Thanks.”
“Eat it anyway.”
Pink moved over to the spring
and dipped the handkerchief in the
icy water.
“Maybe that’ll make her feel bet¬
ter, kid. You didn’t have it tight
enough nohow.” He applied the
bandage with practiced fingers.
“It’s no good, Pink,” Dale re¬
marked wearily. “Why did you
come all the way up here? I want
to be alone for a while. What made
you look for me here?”
“That Saturday afternoon you
took me explorin’. You said if you
ever was a hermit you’d come here.
I figured it out.” Pink, his minis¬
trations finished, settled back on his
heels. “Now, you and me’s goin’
to have a talk.”
“No we’re not. There’s nothing
to talk about.”
“Lissen, kid. You’re goin’ to hear
what I got to say because I got
good news for you. It’s . . . Every¬
thing’s all right!”
“What do you mean?”
“The dominie — he had it all
wrong, kid.”
“Pink! Do you mean it! He—no,
he couldn’t be wrong.”
“But he was, I’m tellin’ you. It
ain’t so easy to wise a guy, but—
oh, hell. He’s your dad. That’s what
I’m tryin’ to say. He always was.
That bird Kelsey squared every¬
thing. He showed up this mornin’.
Right after breakfast.”
“Kelsey is here!” Dale said it
unbelievingly. “That’s strange.”
“Sure. He beat it down here right
after you. I’d have got here sooner,
but I wanted to hear what he had
to say. I was sort of scared to
leave him and the dominie togeth¬
er, everything considered. So I hung
around to make sure they weren’t
goin’ to mix things. I clamped my
ear right to the door. When I was
sure everything was on the up and
up, I beat it.”
“Tell me!”
“No, sir. I done my part, 'iou
want to hear that from your dad.
And say, kid, when you and him
get together, go easy. He’s been
hit longer and harder than you And
it wasn’t his fault. I’d have done
the same thing, I reckon. So would
you. But you can take it from me,
it’s all right now. Next thing's to
get you home.”
“I can walk.”
“I wasn’t sure ... I am
They clung to each other in
lence after that, clung until Lee
leased herself gently and lifted
tear-wet eyes to Dale’s. She
to flash him her old-time smile.
“We’re forgetting, dear. Your
ther. I talked to him this
noon. You . . . Dale, please
kind.”
Pink was descending the
stairs when Dale started his
ascent. “Say, kid . . . He’s
your room.”
Dale paused outside the
door of his room for a moment.
He drew a long breath, turned the
latch softly. Entered.
He paused with a slight gasp,
leaning heavily on his stick.
barren little apartment was
by an unfamiliar glow. Both
dles of the shrine were burning. For
the first time.
Jonathan Farwell, his rugged
gleaming strangely in the soft
mination, sat in a chair he had
drawn directly before the shelf. A
book lay on his knee, one finger
marking the page where he might
have been reading. Dale’s glance
shifted involuntarily. His mother’s
photograph lay between the candles.
“Father.”
Farwell’s head turned slowly. His
black eyes seemed to be staring
from a great distance. A man in
a dream. With apparent difficulty
he rose to his feet, still holding to
his book.
“Dale.” His lips moved stiffly to
shape another word. “Son . .
“I’ve come back, father.”
Neither man moved from his
place. Farwell’s tall form weaved
slightly. The flickering lights laid
his shadow on the wall. Huge, gro¬
tesque.
“Do you know, my son?”
Dale’s oak stick clattered to the
floor. His hands reached out.
“I know everything now . , .
Dad.”
(THE END.)
Men of Ndeni Hold Women
So Much Stuff to Trade
Women, to the men of Ndeni,
chief isle of the Santa Cruz isles,
according to a correspondent in the
New York Herald-Tribune, are so
much stuff to be traded. But high¬
born baby girls are guarded care¬
fully until the time comes for them
to be sold to their husbands. Then
their fun, for life, is over. They
haul in wood. They prepare food.
They sweep out the houses every
day and at dawn are up and about
in the villages, cleaning up.
From village to village lead nar¬
row paths kept scrupulously clear of
overhanging vegetation. The trail3
wander for miles, but they are bor¬
dered always with neatly set stones.
Flowers are brought from the hills
to beautify the way.
Male children in Ndeni should,
by all standards, be spoiled little
things. But they are not. From the
age when they are able to talk they
go fishing—often supervising the
bow and arrow work while the fa¬
ther paddles. Older men of Ndeni
accept small boys as their mental
equals. Grandfathers ask grandsons
ten or eleven years old what to do
about a certain canoe repair or a
rock that has to be moved. The
boys smoke and chew betelnut furi¬
ously.
behind the burial ground. No use
giving the villagers a treat.
The first big drops of rain were
falling when Pink assisted his
charge up the steps of the back
porch. He flung open the door with
a sigh of relief.
A swift little rush across the floor
of the half-dark kitchen.
“Dale! Dale . . . You’ve come
back!”
“Oh, Lady Lee!”
Pink made hasty exit into the din¬
ing room.
Lee was close in Dale’s arms, her
face buried against his shoulder.
“I waited and waited, Dale dar¬
ling ... I ... I couldn’t have
stood it much longer. Are you all
right?”
“Everything is all right now,” he
whispered, his cheek against her
curls.
“I know. And it would have been
all right. No matter what happened.
Don’t you know it? Didn’t you
know!”
Famous Trees in Various Parts of the
Country Are Memorials to Great Events
Battle Ground Oak, which viewed
the battle of Guilford court house.
Near Bath, Pa., stands the Wash¬
ington horse-chestnut, which wa 3
presented by George Washington td
General Brown of Revolutionary
fame, who planted it in front of his
home. Several other trees associat¬
ed with the name of Washington
stand in New York state. One is
the White Plains sycamore near his
headquarters at that place, and an¬
other is at his headquarters at
Pawling.
Another famous tree in New York
state is a balm of Gilead which has
given its name to the village of
Balmville. It marks a fork in an
early colonial road, and is known
to date to at least 1640. At Rome,
N. Y., is preserved the Fort Stan-
wix tree, from which, according to
tradition, the first American flag
used in battle was flown in 1776
At Schaghticoke, N. Y., is the “tree
of peace” which was planted by
the British Governor Andros and a
monies party of of Indians as part of the cere}
Near Ohadds a peace meeting.
ford, Delaware
county, Pennsylvania, is the Lafay¬
ette sycamore. Its branches over¬
hang a stone house occupied by
General Lafayette as his headquar¬
ters on the eve of the battle of
Brandywine. He was laid under
this tree when wounded in the battle.
While the Washington elm in
Cambridge, Mass., where the gen¬
eral took command of the colonial
army, is no more, a commemora¬
tive tablet marks the spot where it
stood so long.
A few trees of the millions which
people the forests, farms and towns
of the United States have been sin¬
gled out by history to play famous
parts and to stand as memorials to
great events in the life of the coun¬
try. “Symbolizing fully as well as
tablet or pillar could do, some sig¬
nificant achievement, these trees
represent the peculiar fitness of
trees as memorials, and it is spe¬
cially appropriate that they should
have a hall of fame of their own,”
says the Forestry Almanac of the
American Tree association. It is
from the almanac that most of the
following information about famous
trees has been taken:
Some distinguished trees stand out
by reason of their age, such as the
General Sherman Sequoia in the Se¬
quoia National park of California.
Its age is reckoned at 4,000 years,
and it has a diameter of 33 feet and
a height of 280 feet. Many of the
redwoods and sequois are as old or
nearly as old as this one.
When Charles Sumner was sena¬
tor from Massachusetts he sent to
the czar of Russia an acorn from
a tree near the tomb of Washington
at Mount Vernon. This acorn grew
to an oak in the palace grounds in
St. Petersburg, and an acorn from
it was planted in the White House
grounds in Washington in 1904 and
is now a prosperous tree.
Washington has several other fa¬
mous trees, including the Treaty
Oak, under whose branches an im¬
portant treaty with the Indians was
■igned.
In North Carolina is the great
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