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SYNOPSIS
Following his father’s bitter criti¬
cism of his Idle life, and the with¬
drawal of financial assistance, Hal Ire¬
land, only son of a wealthy banker,
finds himself practically without funds
but with the promise of a situation in
San Francisco, which he must reach,
from New York, within a definite time
limit. He takes passage with a cross¬
country auto party on a "share ex¬
pense" basis. With five other members
of the party, an attractive girl, Barry
Trafford; middle-aged Giles Kerrigan;
Sister Anastasia, a nun: and an indi¬
vidual whom he instinctively dislikes,
Martin Crack, he starts his journey.
Barry's reticence annoys him. To Ker¬
rigan he takes at once, but he is un¬
able to shake off a feeling of uneasi¬
ness. He distrusts Crack, although
finding his intimacy with Kerrigan rip¬
ening, and he makes a little progress
with Barry. Through a misunderstand¬
ing, at a stopping place, Hal is di¬
rected to Barry’s room, Instead of his
own. Propinquity seems to soften Bar¬
ry’s unfriendliness, and they exchange
kisses. Next day Hal tells Barry he
loves her. She only answers that she
mustn’t love him, without giving any
reason.
CHAPTER V—Continued
—11—
Kerrigan’s eyes danced merrily un¬
der their half mustaches. "You’re sure
the torque hasn’t taken charge?” he
said. “Wouldn’t like to stop off for a
cold shower somewhere down the
line?”
‘‘Stop for nothing, suh,” said Hal. “I
want the Mississippi, what Ring Lard
ner jokingly caAed the Father of Wa¬
ters. It is out here somewhere, isn’t
it?”
“Was last time I came through,”
said Kerrigan, the sparkle of his look
laughing with and at Hal’s.
Hal had a glimpse of Barry’s face;
her eyes, unpreoccupied, gave him
brief, intimate approval, and his heart
sang higher.
As each vista gave way to another
level run over closely farmed country,
Hal grew impatient for that coming
to the rim of a long plateau which he
conceived would reveal the Mississippi,
flat and blue and broad, lying infinitely
off toward the veils of the horizon on
either hand. Then, after they had set¬
tled down to what seemed another
whole country of unwatered farmland.
Kerrigan took the dead cigarette end
from his lips and leaned forward.
“The old fella,” he said quietly; and
he added, as if he meant it to be all
very casual, "Here, let me treat you
to your first Mississippi crossing.” He
reached into his trousers pocket, jin¬
gling change.
They went out on the narrow track
slowly, each slanted girder flicking a
gentle echo at them, and neither Hal
nor Kerrigan spoke. Halfway across,
Mrs. Pulsipher’s voice bustled sud¬
denly into the car; “Why, this is the
Mississippi river.”
“It—it is,” said John, as if she'd
waked him out of guilty reverie.
“Is it, Mr. Kerrigan?”
“The original, mam.”
Hal said to Kerrigan, “Remember
Huck Finn and that nigger on the
raft; the loaves of bread with mer¬
cury in ’em floating down and a can¬
non booming over the water from the
ferry boat, to raise their bodies.”
“Gad, sir, wasn’t I just thinking of
that?” said Kerrigan—half startled,
half pleased, as if it were a joint ex¬
perience which he thought Hal might
have forgotten. “I never cross the old
rogue without thinking of it. I swear
—just that minute—I was nowhere
else but there.”
“Then there’s more than one mind
reader along,” said Hal drily, a faint
check upon his full pleasure.
“Meaning?” said Kerrigan.
Hal gave a brief shake of his head,
aware of Crack sitting behind him,
retrospectively aware that he had
been there all afternoon. Hal
had the curious impulse to re¬
call what he’d thought and said in
that time, as you might try to remem¬
ber what you’d done in a room where
you find you’ve been watched. Then
he caught himself and shook off the
quick discomfort. Crack might sit
there as knowingly, as pleased with
private, drowsy thoughts as he liked:
he had nothing to do with Hal or the
Mississippi or this moment.
Then Kerrigan tossed up a thick
finger to Indicate the Burlington shore
where their bridge ran over the rail¬
way. “That belongs,” he said. Four
white ex-Pullman cars stood on a sid¬
ing, a patiently suffered curvature
to their wooden spines, broad roofs
smoothed down over open-end-plat¬
forms, window-arches gay with mar¬
bled glass. Along their white sides,
gold letters were painted; “Daven¬
port Bros. Great World’s Fair Shows.”
“Gosh,” Barry called from the back,
“wouldn’t it be fun to see their show?”
“It would,” said Kerrigan. “It’d be
fun to see it, and stow away in those
cars afterward.”
“It’d be fun,” said Hal, “to do al¬
most anything.” And in saying that,
there was a separate sharing of this
moment with both Barry and Kerrigan,
a thankful comfort that could put
sway the uneasiness of a minute ago—
almost put It quite away. The night
was near now, and his coming to
Barry, to the rout of fear from her
bravery, and to his hope of Fortune
in the world.
Iowa rolled In tireless undulations,
the road taped over them like the flat
healed scar of a careful cut, the com¬
ing loops visible from each rise. The
sun went behind a long, fagged cloud
in the west, edging it with white In¬
candescence and spreading a fan of
tapered shafts below. They crossed
tlie Skunk river, and rolled on over the
dips and rises toward the sinking sun.
If there had been a chance of per¬
suading Mrs. Pulsipher to put up with
By RICHARD HOFFMANN
Copyright by Richard Hoffmann
WNU Servica
the facilities of a little place called
Agency, Hal and Kerrigan would have
stopped there, for the taste of its
name. But Ottumwa was close be¬
yond, and they found clean tourist
cabins in a grove of trees beside the
Des Moines river, where the hopeful,
snug squeaking of crickets in the
grass made the gathered evening seem
cooler.
The proprietor said that, given time,
his old lady would throw together as
good a feed, and better, and cheaper,
than any they could get 1n them
places uptown Hal took Rasputin to
a garage and supervised his priming
for tomorrow. And when he got back,
the others were halfway through a
meal that had even such intrepid ap¬
petites as the Puisiphers’ working up¬
hill. The full buoyancy that Hal had
carried through the afternoon still re¬
fused to take account of hunger. He
did the swift best he could, so that the
proprietor’s old lady shouldn’t be hurt;
but when Barry pushed her chair back
from the long table and squeaked her
lips at Doc, he abandoned the busi¬
ness abruptly and followed her out¬
doors.
Fresh eagerness exulted in his blood,
tried to lift his body with ,a hundred
different excitements, urged him to
leap and shout out his joy for these
hints of immortality. He stopped her
walking with his hand, turned her to
him and held her while he said, “Barry,
we’ve got to go somewhere—quickly.”
In the light from her cabin under
the trees, he saw that her smile was
slow, the droop of her eyelids slow,
weary. “Hal, we can’t,” she said, as
if he had been urging her for a long
time. “I couldn’t—couldn’t tell you
what I have to. I’m too tired to be
strong. I shouldn’t tell you it’s hop¬
ing, wishing, praying about you that’s
made me so tired, hut ! want to tell
you. Because I—I— Hal. we can’t
go: I’ve got to go in.” She moved a
little, as if she were going to let her
head go against his shoulder. But she
stopped herself, and her low, lovely
voice murmured, “My darling.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything,”
said Hal, shocked by the quiet decision
that was trying to rob him of this
time he had so surely looked to: “all
you have to do is listen to me, to the
things I must tell you. You can rest,
listening to them—just up there, a lit¬
tle way, by the river. We'll sit against
a tree, and when. you want me to
stop, I’ll stop and, you can sleep on
my shoulder. I promise, if you tell me
to, I won’t speak again—not a word,
not even what keeps on running and
■trembling In all my nerves, muscles,
heart, tongue, everything: I love'you.
I love you so that—■”
“Hal, don’t, oh, don’t, please, Hal
darling.” Her free hand gripped his
arm hard, and he couldn’t tell whether
it shook to enforce what she said or
whether the desperation that shivered
under her voice was in her body, too.
“Barry,” said Hal in severe quiet.
“You’ve got to listen. Why do you
frighten yourself? Why do you try to
frighten me—before you’ve let me say
what I must say, before—”
Her exclamation was a whimper of
fear, and she turned her frantic head
toward the cabin. “Sister Anastasia!”
The door opened on the neat, lighted
room of raw boards, with the nun’s
silhouette in the oblong. “Yes, sweet?”
she said, her modest voice tranquil
and soothing as the sound of a little
wind among sleeping trees.
“Sister, I just wanted to know you
were there. I’m coming now. Please
wait for me.” She bowed her head
as if to see more clearly the joining
of their hands in the dimness. “Good
night, my darling,” she said hurriedly.
“I’m a coward—a coward, and I’m so
sorry.”
She had her hand away from him,
and quickly she was at the nun’s side
in the lighted doorway.
*******
“I’ll bet ypu,” said Kerrigan, and the
smoking cigarette end in the corner ot
his mouth looked short enough to burn
him, “I’ll bet you if we went in to
town we could find a something would
knock us out from under our hats.”
“I’ll bet you we couldn’t,” said Hal
listlessly, the edio of Rasputin’s long
droning in his ears again. "I’ll bet
you two somethings we couldn’t.”
“Sir, a wager,” said Kerrigan. “Do
we ride or walk?”
“Walk” said Hal. “It’s not far.”
In spite of the fact that he had no
use for it, he felt the soft, imperma¬
nent refreshment under the stars. It
was to him as if, out of a world mur¬
murous with simple expectancy and
unentangled pleasure in the hushed
resting of the night, he were singled
out for traffic with deviousness and
complication. Put into plain order of
words, it was all so straightforward:
he loved Barry; she indicated by every
loqk, every gesture, every shading of
her low voice that she was, at the
least, ready to love him. So there they
were—or should be. If she wasn’t sure
of herself, she could tell him so; if
there was a more definite barrier
against her coming to him, it could be
spoken, faced, and—if not demolished
—then circumvented. That was so sim¬
ple. Barry was candid of nature, as
honorable as her golden head, her
lithe body, were lovely; yet she ran
from him, left him to a darkened, In¬
definable complexity in which he felt
the restive nearness of fear and re¬
membered the prescience of something
impending, something that seemed to
prowl in stealth out of the future:
vanish into it again when he looked
warily to see Its shape;
CLEVELAND COURIER
Thank heaven for Kerrigan—good
Kerrigan. Hal had started out with
him for the purpose of getting a stiff,
resentful drink and venting his be¬
leaguered gloom on whatever his com¬
panion chose to talk about. But just
in walking beside him, Kerrigan’s air
of unacquisitive well-being, of confi¬
dence in the propriety to his soul of
anything that might happen, brought
Hal’s hopes a little away from the
dominion of bafflement and left his
uneasy brooding to wait.
. They went on up the street., Down a
half-respectable alley with a wrecking
car and some stacks of old’tires In
it, they came to a door that had
“Office” printed on the dark glass; and
Kerrigan knocked briskly. A crate
opened, revealing bright light on un<
stirred layers of tobacco smoke be¬
yond a screen, and a dim strip of face
that held one steady eye. . •
“Pete here?” said Kerrigan.
“No.”
“Like to see where he works,” said
Kerrigan.
“He don’t work nights.” ;
“Frisby sent us. I’ve got his penny.”
The strip of fate vanished and the
door swung wider.
It was a small, unpolished room with
perhaps four tables and a short, bar,
a mirror behind that, and on display
there a museum collection 'of old, la¬
beled, but empty bottles.
They sat down at a table, and a
dark, competent young man waited
without speaking. Kerrigan turned to
him pleasantly. “What’s the bourbm
sitchation?” he said. There was no pur-'
ticular in which you could have said
the young man’s expression yielded to
Kerrigan’s friendly ease, yet it did
change; and he said, “We got some
stuff here in Kentucky bottles, but
you wouldn't call it bourbon.”
Kerrigan looked at Hal. “Rye, then?”
he said.
“Fine,” said Hal.
Kerrigan looked up and said “Rye.”
The young man stood there watch¬
ing Kerrigan steadily; be said, “Want
some bourbon?”
“Bourbon?” said Kerrigan, with just
the right mixture of Interest and In¬
credulity.
“Half a minute,” the young man said
crisply and disappeared through a
door beside the bar.
“Now there you are,” said Hal sin¬
cerely. “If I lived to be a hundred. I’d
never have the gift. Here it is fifteen
minutes after you decide you want a
drink in a strange town, and you not
only get it but get something special,
almost without asking for it. I need
lessons.”
The young man came back with a
veteran bottle, three-quarters full. Ker¬
rigan read the stained label reverently
while they waited for glasses and wa¬
ter. It was bourbon, and not- of this
decade either ; and even before they
tasted it they had tacitly acknowledged
that this time was ripe for something
more than a nightcap. Kerrigan hooked
a chair toward him with his toe and
swung his feet up on it before he said,
on a relaxed key, “It’s a good trip:
and there’s more of it coming to us
yet.”
“Hope not more of It only,” said
Hal.
“There’s a toast no bourbon’s too
good for,” Kerrigan said quickly, al¬
most as if there were something a lit¬
tle foolish about saving it. “A good
trip,” he went on, “in spite of some¬
thing funny, something queer going on
that—” He stopped as - Hal’s look
promptly sharpened. “Maybe you know
all about it,” he said.
“I don’t know a thing about It,"
said Hal, “but every so often It gives
me a scunner, makes me feel some¬
thing might be going to happen.”
“Y’know,” Kerrigan began, watching
the young bartender pa.?s to answer a
knock at the door, “we had gifts once,
a couple of ten-thousand years ago,
when we were roaring around Middle
Europe in bearskins, looking out for
ourselves and making darn few mis¬
takes—we had gifts then that have
got good and rusty since. Sometimes
we get some use out of ’em—in
hunches, intuitions; sometimes one of
those rusty gadgets will get contact
try to do its job—and our civilized, so
called minds can’t make out what that
bumping is in the cellar; it makes us
uncomfortable. If you could harness
that, even without understanding it—’’
The bartender came to their table
and leaned his hands on It, looking
down at its ring-stained surface.
“There’s somebody wants in,” he
said. “Says he knows you two.” He
looked at Kerrigan.
Kerrigan glanced at Hal in dubious
expectance, then up at the young man
again.' “Don’t know anybpdy here,” he
said, giving his head a shake that was
not quRe final. “No. Tell him he’s,
made a mistake; or—wait, I’ll look at
him.” He dropped his feet and heaved'
himself up reluctantly.
Just talking about it had brought
that unsubstantial whisper of pre¬
monition somewhere near again; Hal
cursed it, and the interruption that
left him there alone with it.
Behind the screen the doorlatch
clicked and there was a moment of
silence. Then without surprise or
pleasure, Kerrigan’s voice said, “Why,
hello there, splash”; and he came back
into the room looking gloomily thought¬
ful. Martin Crack ambled after him,
his smooth-skinned face under tidy
barely stirred by the slight unas¬
smile.
"Sit down, felt down,” Kerrigan grum¬
bled at him.
(T O BE CONTINUED )
Indians Bleach Women
Indians who bleach their women and
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Is the Expensive
Wife Loved Most?
Ideal Mate One Who Cre¬
ates Happiness at Not
Too Great a Cost.
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“I have just learned that In the
Belgian Congo, where wives are pur¬
chased, a man is afraid to purchase
a wife at a bargain price, that is be¬
low the prevailing rate, because she
will afterwards reproach him with
not loving her as he paid so little
for her.
“There don’t seem to be any indi¬
vidual problems any more. At any
rate,, here’s one we share with the
women of the Belgian Congo. From
myi ^observation of selfish, extrava
garit women who. keep their hus¬
bands’ noses to the grindstone, and
then others who try to be real part
ners and helpmeets, I have many
times been ready to conclude that
men do Indeed value their wives, not
according to what those wives do
for them, but according to what they
cost them. The more expensive they
are the more they love them.
“What do you think about it?”
The above query was received by
a woman writer of note, who answers
as follows:
We have all seen cases in point of
our reader’s argument. We have seen
women who apparently gave nothing
and got everything; women whose
first, second and last thought was
of themselves, not only Indulged but
adored by the men whom they were
not giving a square deal. On the
other hand we have seen wives wno
stinted themselves to help their men
get on, who worked and saved and
slaved for them, who apparently had
no appreciation from their husbands,
even, sometimes, suffered shameful
neglect at their hands.
But It is very difficult to general¬
ize about these things. Sometimes «
woman who Is selfish and therefore
would rate low according to the ac-'
cepted standards of a good wife,‘ac¬
tually succeeds in making a man hap¬
py to a greater extent than her self
sacrificing sister who fails in some
other quality which her husband re¬
quires for content and happiness.
After all, the things which make
men and women happy are those
which fill the requirements of their
individual natures. In spite of the
fact that it is not to their best inter¬
ests, there are men who are willing
to spend their lives in the service of
the bill collector to cores home to a
care-free, jolly, amusing woman, and
who would be made perfect/ miser
able by the unselfish though more
serious-minded type whom a differ¬
ent man might regard as the ideal
wife and mother. The tremble with
women who spend their lives on the
altar of sacrifice and duty is fre¬
quently that they are no less exact¬
ing with .others. And most men find
it irksome to be held to the line of
such rigorous standards.
The ideal wife, of course, like the
ideal husband, is the one who has
the liappy and delightful mixture of
qualities that is neither too good nor
too bad, that makes her fun to live
with at a not too great price.
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>f fresh fruit; 150 pounds of fresh'
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^nd trim; steel...no glass to break. Clean., no greasy wlck»
to no smoky chimneys to wash. Finished in two
tone Indian Eronze with attractive Parchment Shade.
SEE YOUR LOCAL DEALER —or write
j us for Free Descriptive Literature:
THE- COLEMAN LAMP AND STOVE CO. 4
Chicago, Dept. WU142, 111.; Wichita*Kans.; Philadefphia, Pa. Los Angele?, Calif.; (5142)
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NEW FOUNTAIN PEN GIVEN
or two old ones (must be complete) and If
and Peking. STANDARD
BOX 281, Birmingham, Ala.
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