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/ HILLTOPS . , By EMILIE LORING CLEA . .. 3/ .
CHAPTER XI—Continued
— 17 —
“Another girl friend! Listen, you’re
the original great lover, aren't you?”
She was mad to taunt him. Couldn't
she see that he was working toward
frenzy? Prudence looked at the bolts
on the door behind her! Suppose Cal¬
loway turned the tables and kept Milly
and herself prisoners here? That was
a thought. It sent icy prickles soloing
up her spine.
“Let me go, Len! Make it snappy!”
Milly’s voice was strained.
“And suppose I don’t?”
“You will. You are such a just
man,” Prudence, emerging from her
hiding place, reminded sweetly.
Calloway wheeled and scowled at her
backed against the double door. Milly
shrugged, pulled a vanity case from
her pocket and applied a lipstick.
“Took you a long time to put on
your act, didn't it. I saw you stealing
away from the red brick house. I
went there to ask if I might see the
rooms; I lived there once. You
sneaked across the road. 1 knew—1
knew Roddy liked you. So > followed
to see what you were up to. Don’t kid
yourself. I found out. You came to
meet that rotten Walt Gerard!”
Had the roof collapsed on her? She,
Prudence Schuyler, was being accused
of a rendezvous with that sneaky
man!
“Don’t be foolish!” She tried to
keep her voice condescendingly
amused; she succeeded only in pro¬
ducing words which shook with anger.
“If you are Interested to know, I came
because Calloway and Walter Gerard
are conspiring to hurt Rodney.”
Milly caught the arm of the man
who stood scowling from one' girl to
the other.
“Have you hurt Roddy, Len? If you
have—”
Her small pointed white teeth set In
her under lip like those of an angry
cat.
The veins In Calloway’s temples
stood out like cords. “Didn’t I tell
you when you threw me down for him,
Milly, that I would run Rodney Gerard
off the earth? Well, I’m doing it, off
this part of the earth. He’ll think
twice before he cuts in on my girl or
my business again.”
Milly shook him. “You great sap!
You—you flat tire!” Her voice rose
in shrill invective. “Rodney Gerard
had nothing to do with my throwing
you over. It was Walt! Your present
pal! Walt!”
“Walt! Don’t try to be funny. Did
Walt have your picture with, ‘From
calico and Calloway to liberty and
love,’ written on the back of it? Did
he keep it in the room Rod uses for
his office at High Ledges? ‘Walt!’
Try another alibi, Milly, try another.”
She shook him again with as much
effect as a mouse attempting to puli
down a stone lion.
“Have you gone haywire? I never
sent a photo to Roddy—the one you
saw belonged to Walt. I suppose he
could use a desk at High Ledges,
couldn’t he? You make me sick with
your suspicions of Roddy. What have
you two—racketeers done to him?”
Calloway’s face was as colorless as
white chalk. “Say that again about
Walt Gerard having that picture,
Milly.”
“I’ll say It again. Shall I tell all?
It isn’t a bedtime story. It might have
been more snappy If it hadn’t been
for Rodney Gerard. I was dead sick
of working and one-night stands and
shabby clothes and Grandpop sick and
out of a job most of the time. Walt
came along and offered to. make life’s
walk easy—for a consideration. And
can he hand out a line, I’m telling
you!” Her eyes and voice tormented.
“Before I closed with his offer, Rodney
found it out and—and he made it easy
for no consideration. Get that, Len?”
“Is that right’"’
“Sure, a hundred per cent right. I’m
tolling the truth. Rodney Gerard
doesn’t know I’m on earth—except
when it’s time to send me-a check or
bring me one. I’ve kept on taking
the money so I would see him some¬
times.”
He glared at her, unseeingly. “So-o
I’ve been hunting the wrong man, have
I? Walt was back of your break with
me! Rod Gerard has been shielding
his no-account brother. And I thought
I was such a just man ! I—”
His face worked horribly. Prudence
felt as If a stripped soul had been
laid bare.
A wail like the warning of a giant
banshee swelled to a deafening
screech, dwindled, rose again to ear
splitting proportions, died down.
“What’s that?”
“Shut up, Milly! Listen! Count!”
Calloway’s voice was hoarse.
Prudence clenched her hands. The
fire siren! Suppose it were the red
brick house. Would Macky think to
rescue the Paul Lamerie kettle?
Calloway pulled Milly away from the
door. She gripped his arm.
“What is it, Len?”
“Fire! Gerard place! I- 1 —I—did It!
I didn’t mean that—I only wanted to
keep the men from work!”
He jammed back the bolt and
plunged into the snow. Prudence
dashed after him. The fire must be
near. The cattle barn! Walter Ger
vrd and Calloway! “The cart’s hacked
CLEVELAND COURIER
up.” Had tiiat “cAt” been loaded
with explosives?
The headlights of a car flashed
Calloway’s! A tail-light swept away
like a meteor pursued by furies. Pru
dence stumbled and slid and ran along
the road made smooth and treacher
ous by the passing of many trucks
She couldn't go back for her skis.
“Wait! Wait! What’s burning?'
Milly Gooch shrieked.
Prudence stopped long enough to
call over her shoulder:
“The barn—where—the crew—Is liv¬
ing—I think !”
Shouts ahead. Crashes. Timber
falling? A curious sky. Red. Sullen
Shot with flame. The light had put
out the stars. She coughed and tried
to get her breath. Ahead the cattle
barn loomed darkly against the sin
ister glow. Black figures like huge
panicky ants dashed in and out of the
glow. Men were dragging a hose from
the fire engine to the pond. Some
one shouted:
“Soak those pines! If the woods
start to burn—”
That was the reason of the frightful
tension. Even with snow on the
ground the whole forest might go up
like tinder.
Runabouts, gigs, automobiles of all
descriptions crowded the spaces un¬
der the trees. Men worked, ran,
hauled. No mistaking Calloway’s mas¬
sive figure. Reckless of self and safety
he fought the blaze. There was David
steadying a groaning man. He was
safe, thank God!
Clang! Clang! Clang! The emer¬
gency gong of an ambulance! It must
have come from the hospital in the
next town.
Tree by tree Prudence crept for¬
ward. The heat was scorching. Not
hotter for her than for those men
working near that red inferno. She
put her arm across her face to protect
it from sparks and hot cinders.
Rodney in .that Inferno. Prudence
shut her eyes tight to get her grip.
Then she looked. The cry of horror
she swallowed nauseated her. “Don’t
dare go back on me!” she threatened
her dizzy brain.
Milly Gooch here! How had she
come? Milly, her short black hair
blowing in the breeze which was fi¬
ning the fire, was clinging to Rodney’s
sleeve. He was trying to shake her
off. He had succeeded. Why, why
did he go toward that burning shell
again? Jim was pulling him back.
He couldn’t stop the fire. He—
Roars of warning. A crash? The
roof! A red-hot girder shot into the
air. A woman screamed. It spiraled
down! Down where Rodney Gerard
and Jim were standing!
Terror paralyzed Prudence. Rodney
hurt? She couldn’t bear it! Hurt be¬
fore she could tell him she was sorry.
Men were crowding round something.
What? Why was she standing here
when—
She ran forward and caromed into
someone running, with a force which
swept her from her feet. An arm
caught her.
‘True! Prue! You shouldn’t be
here!”
She brushed her hand across dazed
eyes. Was this really Jim Armstrong?
He was safe! Was Rodney lying there
hurt—perhaps? v
“Is It really—you? I saw you and
Rodney—I thought the girder hit—”
She seized the lapels of his coat to
steady herself. “Is—is—he—”
Armstrong.gently but firmly loosened
her tense fingers. His lips were white
as he assured with exaggerated cheeri¬
ness:
“Rod is safe, Prue. Listen! Don’t
stqre like that! He’s all right. It’s
Calloway who is hurt. He rushed in
and took the girder which would have
wiped Rod out.”
She felt herself going, flung an arm
around Jim’s neck. She must hold
tight to something. Was that Rodney
looking at her from behind Jim? His
eyes were terrible. Curious, the world
was so black, the sky was—so red—
When she came out of the smother¬
ing gloom, she was sitting on a coat
against a tree. Who was shrieking
and sobbing? It couldn't be herself
having hysterics, could it? She would
die of shame if It were. David was
rubbing her hands. A man in a white
jacket was holding something to her
mouth. Jim Armstrong was looking
down at her. How queer his eyes
were! Where was Rodney Gerard?
She said unsteadily:
“Don’t tell me I—fainted when I
might have been—of use.”
The ambulance surgeon’s grin slashed
his sooty face. “Use! You did your
good deed for the day, all right. For
the love of Mike, why doesn’t someone
stop that circus rider’s yelling! I
guess if anyone was entitled to pass
out cold you were. Drink this like a
good girl.”
CHAPTER XII
Bent over her work bench, the
sleeves of her green linen smock rolled
above her elbows, Prudence was In¬
tent on soldering the last link in the
collar for Jean's kitten.
Finished. And a piece of work
which made her artistic self purr
when she looked at it This was the
last piece of Christmas work. To¬
morrow would be Christmas.
Christmas! Two weeks since the
Are! She had not seen Rodney Ger¬
ard. Every moment she could spare
from work outside had been spent at
her bench, and he had not come to the
red brick house. David rarely men
tioned him. Why should he come?
vVhat modern man would be interested
in a girl who "passed out cold" in an
emergency?
Her face burned. Why, why had
she collapsed—for the second time in
her life—like a mid-Victorian heroine
in a crisis, when she might have gone
on helping! Even the fact that she
had forgotten to eat before she started
on her man hunt, that her heart had
stopped when the girder fell, as she
supposed on Rodney, was no excuse.
She extinguished the lamp under the
crucible and glanced at the bay win¬
dow. Time enough to set the stones
before she dressed for the party.
The party! She opened a white
packet and poked the cat’s-eyes on the
tissue paper into the order in which
she would use them. How they
glowed! They were like eyes. In¬
scrutable eyes. Like Rodney’9 the
night they had met hers over Jim Arm¬
strong’s shoulder. What had he
thought when he saw her clinging to
his friend? Only one thing he could
think after she had told him that she
was engaged to Jim. She had lied to
set an Insurmountable wall between
them, and then she had found that no
barrier was needed because, rich or
Prudence Regarded Herself In the
Long Mirror.
poor, she knew that she loved him,
that he would be true and fine all his
life. She hadn’t been sure of it,
though, until Milly Gooch had flung
the truth at Calloway that night in
the smithy. She had wanted love with¬
out risk of heartbreak; it looked as If
she would get heartbreak without love.
The morning after the cattle barn
had burned to the ground, every able
bodied man In the village had dropped
his own work to help rebuild. Each
man of the scorched, chastened crew,
who had been able to use his hands,
had tried to do the work of three in
the woods. They had been billeted In
barns. They ought to work their arms
off—hadn’t their rioting caused the
damage? That wasn’t quite fair; the
truck which Len Calloway and Wal¬
ter Gerard had dumped at their door
had been the real cause.
The new building had gone up as
quickly as If a Radio City engineer
had waved a magic wand. In appre¬
ciation of the neighborly spirit, Rod¬
ney Gerard was giving a Christmas
eve party to the townspeople. Milly
Gooch would not be among those pres¬
ent. She had left the Puffers’ the day
after the fire.
Although David spent most of each
day where the crew was working, he
never mentioned Rodney Gerard. They
were shutting her out. She would
have loved to help in the preparations
—she adored getting ready for par¬
ties—but :
“I couldn’t crash In and offer my
Invaluable assistance, could I?”she in¬
terrogated the emery wheel, but the
wheel merely threw off a spiteful little
shower of pumice in answer.
Her thoughts kept pace with her
foot on the treadle. Would Rodney
Gerard come for the collar? Perhaps
he had forgotten It What would she
do with It? She would hate like the
dickens to remind him. It had proved
expensive. If they were friends as
they had been that day he had ordered
it—
Why live over that? It only made
her heart ache as if something were
squeezing it unbearably. Why had
she been so obsessed with the idea
that a man of wealth couldn’t remain
true to the marriage covenant? The
fact that her brother's wife and her
sister’s husband had been philander¬
ers was no excuse for misjudging
Rodney.
“You shouldn’t be working without
a light-, Miss Prue.”
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Honey Is easier to use and seems
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in fluid form and not granulated.
Therefore, it is best to keep it in
a dark place, as it will keep fluid
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the jar in a pan of hot water. It
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THE HOUSEWIFE.
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It has been found that minute
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The water supplied to the swim¬
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Country club, Washington, is puri¬
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scents to manifest themselves.
Prudence looked up with a start,
’When did you steal in, Macky?”
“I didn’t steal in. I don’t like that
•word steal, Miss Prue.” The shade
of the lamp rattled as Jane Mack re¬
moved It.
“My mistake. Bring H»e light to the
bench, will you?” She held up the
collar.
“This is the best tiling I’ve done yei.
it's a triumph. I’m not pleased with
myself, am I? It is a collar for Jean's
kitten. See the little Micky Mouses?”
Jane Mack sniffed. “You do so
much for other people, Miss Prue, It’s
a shame you should have—have lost
that emerald and the diamonds.”
“Forget it. This is Christmas. I
have a feeling that those stones will
come back some day. I suspect—•"
“Who, Miss Prue?”
“Macky 1 Has the mere memory of
that hold-up man turned you white?
Hurry up and make us both a cup of
tea. Everything ready for dinner to¬
morrow?”
“Yes, Miss Prue. I’ve had my tea.
Saw a procession In the cup. Can’t
tell whether It’s going to be a wedding
or a party or a funeral.”
Hours later, Prudence, squeezed Into
the back seat beside Mrs. Si In the
Puffer car, looked up at High Ledges.
‘This is the party in your cup,
Macky,” she said gaily.
The windows were alight with can¬
dles. Evergreens gay with colored
bulbs bordered the drive. An all
white Christmas tree, dripping with
silver tinsel, glittering with artificial
snow, glimmering with white bulbs,
loomed on the lawn In a flood of light.
The atmosphere throbbed with gayety
and good cheer and Christmas spirit.
Prudence regarded herself In the
long mirror in the dressing room. For
the first time since she had left the
city and festivities behind ner, she
was wearing an evening gown. The
color was Christmasy. Should she
have worn a frock so backless to a
party like this? Why not? It was her
best, and the best was none too good
for this festivity.
Her brother joined her In the halt
“I’ve been looking for you, Prue. Sorry
not to wait and come with you, but
Gerard wanted me here early.”
“He’s always wanting you, David.
I don’t know where we would have
tucked you into the Puffer car had you
waited. Isn’t that music heavenly!
I’ve never seen a more glorious Christ¬
mas tree 1 Looking pretty snappy,
aren’t you?” she approved gaily, to
camouflage the surge of thanksgiving
which shook her as she looked at him,
apparently so strong, so well. “You
are not terribly hard to look at your¬
self. Miss Mack is doing her bit for
the honor of the family. She Is stiff
with black glitter, and she is smiling.
Shall we go down?”
From the stairs Prudence saw Jean
and Rodney Gerard greeting the ar¬
riving guests. Rodney looked up. The
color mounted to his forehead as his
eyes met Prue’s. Her heart grew
wings. He must have forgiven her,
he must want to be friends again, or
he wouldn’t look at her like that. He
crossed the hall and met her as she
reached the lowest step.
“K. K. and I began to think you had
passed up our party.” He dropped
the hand he had seized. “Help make
people feel at home, will you?” he
asked stiffly. “You’ll find Jim In the
next room,” he flung over his shoulder
as he turned away.
His voice had the effect of a shower
of ice water. Anger burned away
the chill. Was he afraid that she
might expect him to devote himself to
her If he showed even decent civility?
He needn't worry. With chin up she
entered the room In which dancers
were swinging and humming to the
rhythm of the music.
“Come out to the sun porch, Prue.
1 want to talk to you.”
The grimness of Armstrong’s voice
generated prickles In her veins. Had
he found out what she had told Rod¬
ney? Was he furiously angry? Per¬
haps he would sue her for saying that
she was engaged to him. That was a
cheerful thought for this merry Christ
mastide.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Hiking 150 Year* Old
Hiking is not modern, according to
information revealed In London. It
was called “pedestriunisin” over a cen¬
tury ago, but the pastime was the
same, according to a description In
the Sporting Magazine, published in
1792. The opening paragraph of the
article on pedestrianism declares that
it is “an exercise which . . . ha*
lately risen into much notice." It re¬
lates that Foster Powell, of I^eeds, foi
a hundred-guinea wager, walked from
London to York and back <n five days,
in the middle of November. He after¬
ward accomplished several similar
feats, and in his fifty-seventh year was
still taking on bets. In 1705, accord¬
ing to the magazine, “a young woman
went from Blencogo in Scotland to
within two miles of Newcastle In one
day, which is about 72 miles.’’
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