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DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT Published Every Evening Except Sunday Ry THE DECATUR DEMOCRAT CO. Incorporated Entered at the Decatur. Ind . Post Office as Second Class Matter Dick D. Heller ...... President A. R. Holthouse Editor C. E. Holthouse Treasurer i. H. Heller Vice-President Subscription Rates By Mail In Adams and Adjoining Counties. One year. $6; Six months, 13 25; 3 month*, 11.75. By Mail, beyond Adams and Adjoining counties: One year. 17.00; 6 months. J 3.75; 3 months, $2 00. By carrier. 20 cents per week. Single copies, 4 cents. Good sense at play is like insurance according to the familiar sales line: Better have it and not need it than need it and not have it. o o Senator Jenner wants the Republican* to win the next election, but he doesn't come up with an original idea as how to do it. Me merely proposes another antiTruman drive. 0 o The only permanent improvement that can be made to I'. S. highway 224 east of the city, is a complete resurfacing of the roadway. If It can’t lie done this year, the highway commission should figure on doing the job next spring. ■ o -o Senator Styles Bridges, the New Hampshire Republican, has solved some of his financial worries by an additional salary of (35.000 a year from the United Mine Workers. He is one of three men that administers the millions raised by the levy on each ton of coal and probably is one of the few senators not worried about the price of fuel. o —o —— Camp Atterbury again bustles with life as 6,W0 of Indiana's fit young men. gather there for the 38th Infantry Divison's annual 15-day* of field training In the National Guard Several young men from this city are encamped there. Commenting on the event, the Indianapolis Star, says, "Indiana can be proud of its 38th Division. . proud of its great fighting record and proud of its postwar vigor which makes it one of the 10 or so fully organized National Guard Divisions in the nation." o o Col. McCormick, tycoon of the Chicago Tribune, has installed his 28-year old niece. Mrs. Maxwell Peter .Miller, Jr., as editor of his recently acquired Washington Times Herald. Mr*. Miller, a comely young woman, is an associate publisher of the News-Tribune in LaSalle. Illinois, and will succeed her famous cousin, the late Eleanor Medill Patterson, as directing head of the influential and fabulously rich newspaper in the national capital. Her climb to stardom is no doubt portly due to the fact that

Symptoms of a Lung Cancer

By Herman N. Bundesen. M. C. Nowadays we hear so rnu-h a ! bout cancer and every day we ar" learning more and more about it Therefore, if people would only pay attention to symptoms as soon *3 they occur, many lives could be, saved This Is particularly true i;i | regard to cancer of the lunz. whi-b today rates as one of the most fata! forms of thia dread disease Few such lung cancers are discorered in time for effective opera tion simply because their early symptoms are Ignored Then. too. 1 In some cases there is a mistaken diagnosis of tuberculosis, influenza, or pneumonia To be on the outlook for such early symptoms of cancer of the lung as coughing, loss of strength and weight, recurring infection of the lung, pain in the chest, and a sensation of fullness or sticking Ij ' the chest, is important If there to any indication that a lung cancer to present. X-rays should be taken Immediately. In addition, a bronchoecopk eaamina- j tlon should be made. The broncho scope to an Instrument made up of . lube with a light which may be directly into the lung and which makes It possible for the physician to look Into th* lungCancer of tha lung to by w meana rare particularly in men be .

she Is a member of the wealthy Patterson and McCormick families and because her rich uncle could place her at the top of the ladder. -Q. ——~O — The county commissioners and city official* have viewed the unsanitary condition of the creek west of the city, and find that a remedy is almost impossible. The creek is outside of the incorporated area, but sewage from city mains finds its way to the channel and sewers already connected to the outlet cannot be diverted. Officials say they are powerless to remedy the situation. unless a septic system wxiuld be installed The sewage then would be pumped back to the Monroe street sewer, which already is overloaded. Construe- j Hon of the city's sewage dis- | posal plant and new sewers proposed by the engineers would relieve the trouble, officials explain. Possibly some other method of correcting the abuse may develop, for one thing is sure, the condition will not improve if just left alone. o — o — Toward Unification: ■ The armed services are expect- I ' ed to move closer to unification under the terms of a compromise .., between House and Senate. The important steps provided are | greater authority for the *ecretary of defense, with the three ' ( service secretaries reduced to specifically subordinate rank, a permanent chairman for the joint chiefs of staff, and a new system of budget control and accounting. , The projected new budget and | accounting procedure should be not only a unifying influence but a money saver as well The contemplated comptroller of defense expenditures should be able to put his finger on areas of spending where Important savings can be accomplished by the j elimination <>f duplicate procure- ; rnent and distribution operations. 1 Modernization of the accounting system in itself is expected to save substantial amounts The creathAi of a chairman for the joint chiefs of staff, outranking the chiefs, could be a powerful influence for real unity, by the installation of a top center of military command analogous to the center of administra- : tlve control in the secretary of defence. But there have been . many fears of the power of a central military command, and so the chairman of the joint chiefs will have no real author- ' ity. There will be real authority, however, vested in the secretary of defense, whose hand will be given effective control over the service departments. This compromise measure, although it ha* admitted weaknesses, should bring the three services nearer to becoming a closely knit national defense force. I

I tween 4" and 70 years of age. At t>e first sign of such a tumor, a slight, dry cough, which has been present for years, may suddenly get worse. The coughing occurs in attack* and often disturbs the patient’s sleep.I In some cases, the first symptom | may lie unusual tiredness or weakness. if the tumor extends to th" pleura which lines the lung and <hest cavity, there may be pain, which is constant an I severe. The coughing up of blood is also a I symptom which occurs In some casIm. If there is wheezing, it may indicate that there Is blocking of the bronchi or tubes in the lungs. While most cases of wheezing ar? due to other causes, this may be due to a lung cancer. if the cancer is diagnosed early I enough, surgical treatment may produce a cure. In some cases. <t may be necessary to remove th? en,tire lung If the diagnosis Is made I too late for operation. X-ray treatments are of some help. Question* and Answer* I I. O. H.: 1 have to take medicine every night to make my bowels move. People tell me this might lead to cancer I* this true? Answer; I know of no evidence that the use of laxatives may cause cancer However, such a practice may lead to bowel mflamms’ion sad make the eoMtipaVon worse i I

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE "DID YOUR father ever know you took sides?” Marvell asked Furse. “1 guess not It was their quarrel. He was a quiet, uncommunicative man. He was a Isatin tcacner in the public high school." His voice lowered and then he said more quickly picking up hts thread of thought again, "Often when my mother argued with him. she’d stand in back of me, her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my coat, not as if I were her defense, but as if 1 were a drum on which she beat a triumphant staccato of dislike. When father turned away from her voice, her arrogant questions which she always answered herself, she would push me away and leave us both together. Perhaps he thought 1 took her part. I was never close to father, either. I remember certain things about him—he loved words, he used them with unerring precision. And quotations, odd broken sentences that seemed to warm him in that frozen atmosphere. ’Oh, Prince, the labor of it. Oh, Prince, what pain.' I do not know what that phrase called to his mind but he spoke each word as if he were long familiar with it. And another sentence—once in a friendlier mood he explained why he liked it, 'And go where your sad, sad heart is and speak to you in the night' He never could remember the whole poem, he said, without starting at that line because the rhythm of it broke the pattern and started the v.hole thing in action. But then he was likely to add sharply. 'And what are you supposed to be doing now, Andrew* and become the schoolmaster again." There was a silence for a moment and Furse said passionately, "I can’t fail!” ■You won’t"—said Marvell. "But not because you're fulfilling an old drcam of your father's but because you have one of your own. You know, my mother used to talk to me the same way, only In a different language. 1 can remember it word for word: ‘Blessed U the matt that trusteth i>» the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For As ehall be at a tree planted by the waters. and that epreadeth out ..er roots by the river, and ehall not see when the heat cometh, but her leaf ehall be green; and ehall not be careful la Ike year of drought, neither ehall reaee from yielding fruit.' 1 used to feel uncomfortable at the name of the Lord, for my father took every occasion to take a swipe at it. but it means the same thing I’ve been saying—the drcam. the confidence—no margin of failure." He wanted desperately to convince him. It seemed to him that in some way his own salvation lay in Furses conviction. He found himself trembling in his intensity. "You need two men to help you." he went on, “Art. If be stays, and you could use Piny. He does the work of two and he'll take orders. You want the best equipment for the best production. You should build a storage plant.” "Td have to sell the house and live in the plant,” Furse grinned faintly. "No.” Marvell knew what h» was going to do. now. “I’U lend you ’he money. Provided you hire Art, net split with him. Anyway,"

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he felt it more strongly now, "I think he’ll go. I'll set a good InI tcrest rate but long terms, when you’ve bought out the Searle orchards, you can pay me back." Furse swallowed before speaking. "Why do you care?" i "I like to think 1 never made i a mistake in Judgment," Marvell i smiled. "And you see my challenge is over, maybe that’s why I ap- , predate yours. But I want to give you a chance I didn’t get—at the i right time. Most people wait till they die," he sighed bitterly, • when I got my chance It was too late to do what I wanted—” This is the last time I’ll think about it, he promised himself. If only Elizabeth had shown her hand beI fore she did, I could have licked Proctor right where 1 was. Furse felt a new strength that filled him with exhilaration. Out ot his respect and admiration he had only one question. What had Marvell wanted so much that he , couldn't have got—even now? I Then he remembered he was Ucd to the kid. "What about Kit?" he asked. > “1 don’t wont to take anything ot 1 hers in case 1 should fail." Marvell swore in disgust "You won’t fail! Don't worry about Kit. She'll get her own. I’ve got wonderful plans for her. I’m lucky i there because I know what she I wants. In a few years now, she 11 ■ be ready to -et out straight as an ■ arrow to her goal." Marvell was right Art left at the end of the week and Marvell ■ never saw him again. That was , the turn in Furse s luck. • • • Kit had Just turned sixteen and 1 Marvell felt a little uneasy with her. She seemed to have grownup overnight and was almost ma- , ternally indulgent with him as he discovered when he wandered around the fringes of the birthI day party celebrated by a group her own age. What puzzled him most of all was the narrow range , of her interests—they were so—i he hunted around for a word—domestic. She had never given any I hints of this talent before, he re- . fleeted. As a child she had not set I herself up in miniature houaekeepi ir.g, nor dressed dolls, preferring I flesh and blood actors In plays of i her own making, riding with Nedi da or alone, tramping and reading I with him. Now she and the other I girls in her intimate circle spent ■ endless hours designing and sew- ’ ing party clothes, planning and ; cooking for various entertaln- . menta When he burst tr. upon > them, their heads were always to- > gether in a secretive way. Their > soft whispers or shrill giggles i filled the house. By the extraordinary number of handmade gifts . they exchanged — batik scarves. > sealing wax lockets, painted trays, , he concluded they were outvying I each other tn affecticnate reassur- . ances of friendship and yet be • was sure they were spitefully jealI ous of each other at times and • parted and wept on’y to make up . the more sentimentally. It all r seemed to him a waste of their I shining vitality which glinted in even the dullest of them. ! One night be came upon Kit In I the front hall, fishing In the closet under the stairs where they kept • their winter costa. She wore a 1 scarlet cap and scarf that made • her look like a seven-year-old. "Where are you off to?” be

| for the second anniversary. Q. Should a young person offer a hand when being Introduced to an elderly woman? A. Not unless the elderly woman offers her hand first. Q. Should a physician* title be written out or abbreviated on 1 his cards? A. it should bear the abbreviation. 0 20 YEARS AGO TODAY » > Aug 3. — A horse pulling contest < will be a feature of the Decatur street fair Sept. 15. Charles H. Colter Is improving , from a long and serious attack of IdcMcd poison. Rains relieve the long hot spell : and aid crops. Charles W. Yager of Defiance, | Ohio, is attending to business 1 here. Mr and Mrs. Ray Keller go to Chicago to attend the jewelers' convention. Mrs. Don Essex and children of DeWitt, Ark., will visit Mrs. John Nelson and family over Sunday. No Damage Reported In Truck Fire Here Firemen were called to the city i clump about 2 p. m. Tuesday to exi tinguish a fire in a truck. No dam- ■ nge was reported. ( — Marriage License j William Mowery and Esther Geels, both of Decatur. : I Dancing is practiced by both civilized and savage people the • world over.

asked in surprise. He had been planning to slip over to Furses for a few hands of blackjack. “The Unitarian Church. It’s Fellowship night” "Alone?" He would drive her down. "Peter Stancwcskl la going to take me." "What’s that Catholic going for?" He wished, too late, that his tone had been less sharp, but although he had finally accepted the giggling girls it came as rather a shock to think of her going out with a boy at night Kit stiffened and replied with tie faint over-enunciation of words that comes with irritation, “He’s going to drop me by, go to the garage to work awhile, and pick me up on his way home.” "Is he old enough to drive?” She shrugged. "He's eighteen, he says, but no one asks around here." He made no motion to get his coat though he knew she was waiting for him to leave before she did. "We don’t read aloud much any more, do we ?’’ he asked making it an invitation. "Wove read everything." He saw the towers of literature crumble In her restless eyes. "I have to go, anyway. There's something good tonight." He wouldn’t have stayed her. but because she did not remind him that he himself had seldom had a free evening for the last year, he felt ashamed that he had questioned her. Oh. well, he I thought, watching her pinch her cap Into shape before the mirror, j she needs companionship ot that kind and age. But Peter Stanew- , eski, that golden boy? For Peter , had grown into that rare thing, a beautiful man. All his mother's rich auburn coloring, starved a little In Audrey, tu d come to him crowning a perfectly proportioned body, tail and long limbed. If he's 1 dazzling to me, thought Marvell, j who like most of his sex resented a beautiful male, what will be be to Kit? He did not want to meet Peter so he grabbed hts coat abruptly j and went out, brushing Kit's dark rose cheek goodbye, something be 1 seldom did. Later, at Fume’s, watching him put away the table and cards, he was only half-listening to what he said. It had been an evening like many others, warm and comfortable, In the leather chair by the fire, the long drink at his side, the concentrated, sharp game, the desultory, private talk between men. ' later to branch out into the pet subjects each one held dear—eco- i I nomic theories with Marvell, practical figuring and planning with Furse. Every time he came to Furses now he was impressed with the well-being of the place, i You could almost hear the powerful wheels of his enterprise generating power. The room looked neater, more personal. Furse himI self was more natural, ready for , a joke or a serious argument l They exchanged advice, now, and pitched into town affairs together. i Marvell had contracted for next spring, on a paying basis, the stor- , age plant for Furse s finest crop of apple*. But tonight Marvell found it a great effort to talk. He , had a feeling ail the important . things to be said and done were behind them. I (To Be Coutiveodl .

James Stewart To Be Wed August 9 Hollywood. Aug 3. Film star James Stewart, long, Hollywood's No. 1 bachelor, today, had a license to marry his socialite flan.ee Mrs Gloria Hatrick McLean. Stewart drove to the Santa Monica city hall during hi* studio lunch hour yesterday to take out the license. He gave his age as 41, arul Mrs. Me Lean said she was 31. The couple will be- married Aug. 9 in the Brentwood Presbyterian church with only two dozen close! triend* present Mrs McClean was formerly married to Edward B. McLean of the Hope diamond family Homemaking Tips by Anna K. William* Main Cour»e Cuatard* Custard has had a long and hon ( ; oralde career as a dessert for young , land old. but its possibilities as al 1 hot main dish often are overlooked This cooked combination of egg and | milk, minus sweetening and plus: seasonings and other nourishing, flavorful ingredients such a* cheea? makes an economical, different main dish as an alternative for meat. Cheese is an item on the a-1 bundant list of food now. Individual cheese custards, hot from the oven, turned out on a plat ' ter and surrounded with tomato sauce, makes a colorful main dish. The recipe for a family of five or six calls for the following ingredients: 3 cups milk: 1 tablespoon flour; '4 pound sharp-flavored cheese, shaved thin; % teaspoon salt; 3 eggs: 5 drops tabasco sauce.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX "THAT STANEWESKI girl, Poldi, was a great help packing this fait That was a good Idea of i yours. Now she wants another kind of job—l haven’t got one but I understand she’s a milkmaid. Could you use her?" Furse asked. "Why don’t you make her a 1 housekeeper?" asked Marvell ; without interest. "I’ve got that old aunt of Mrs. Crane's coming in part-time. Aunt! She must be eighty-five—great aunt, I bet. But she can cook, and to feed Piny well means an extra day’s work." "She's just a kid," said Marvell "But when our cow freshens, I’U hire her to milk.” “Man, she's a beauty! Have you seen her lately ? And she's no kid. That Polish type get started early. But in our wild generation," Furse grinned, "all the boys and girls do.” “Nonsense!” snapped Marvell . The thought of Kit out with Peter , had increased his uneasiness hour i by houHe could have jumped out of his skin at Furse's casual remark. Never before had he felt so great a need of a sympathetic audience, someone to whom he could explain his bewilderment about Kit Maybe this was the I crisis of their life together, he thought. He remembered how anxious he had been for Proctor to take the responsibility of a seveni year-old. But he had taken it, he had given up his whole life to it and suppose he should fail now In this test from Interdependence to I independence? He realized that Furse waa watching him curiously. "I have Kit on my mind," he smiled in apology. "So have I," said Furse. "I haven’t had a giimpe of that daughter of yours in week* 1 want to talk with her." "She’s sixteen, now, just That’s a tremendous age!” Marvell | laughed. He felt like a fool "I don't want her to miss any fun, j but I don’t want her to get stalled.. .” "They’re nothing but kids, they don’t stick to one another long I enough to get into trouble. That Staneweski boy, though, could go right Into the movies." Marvell winced. So Furse knew about it "1 suppose thfc whole town has them going together.” Furse kicked the front log in the fireplace until the smoky ash spurted out. "No. 1 just ran into them the other afternoon." They had been coming out of the far orchard which bordered on the little meadow where the brook rose. Kit had looked pleased with herself. Peter's face had been dark with sulkiness. Furse had laughed inwardly. They had given themselves so completely away. "He’s Just a stupid waste of her time," Marvell exploded. "The next .thing he’ll want to get mar- ; ned. With the whole world in front of her, I’d do anything to prevent that” * “Don’t let It give you a headache. She’s too smart for Peter," said Furse with a yawn. The sound of a motor, coughing as it idled out in the road, startled them. “Who could that be?" asked Furse. going to the front door. He stepped outside, dosing the door behind him. A searchlight from the car swept up and down seeking the path to the house, lie heard Kit’s voice, low and clear in the snowless winter night. ’’Please go along. I’m stopping for MarvelL" The car started ahead unwillingly. She ran up the lighted footpath to where Furse Mood. "What? Walking home?” he asked teaaingly. as U she had been a younger sister. She looked up at him. two steps above her, outlined against the glaM pane ot the door. He looked pale and tall, with glints « color

,To make: Heat milk in a double holier reserving a half cup cd cold | milk to mix with the flour Stir the | nour-and-milk mixture in o the hot, milk, add cheese and salt, and stir until cheese melts Beat egg ’ I slightly then pour the hot mixture 'into them, and add tabasco sauce , Pour into greased custard ettp*. . place on a rack in a pan of hot ■ water, and bake in a moderate oven - (350 Fl until set in the center ( when tested with the point of a knife. Serve hot. Another unusual custard may be | made with grated raw carrots or turnip. Ingredient* to serve five or ! 'six are: 3 eggs; I'4 cups grated raw , carrot or turnip; 3 cups milk, 1 | teaspoon salt; 3 tablespoons melted I fat. To make: Beat eggs slightly. I

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visible In his hair where the wind turned the edges toward the light. His tone angered her unreasonably as so many little things did now. And she had been so sure of herself, a moment ago, with Peter. Suddenly she felt insignificant and unwanted. She was often troubled by fickle new emotions, dark strange blossoms that were hurtful and bewildering. In her uncertainty, she often turned against herself in resentment and anyone near to her suffered, too. Furse waa dangerously near because of his hold on MarvelL “Come in.” be invited, bolding open the door. She went ahead of him, drawing her breath sharply in the hot, smoky room. Marvell said, "Hello, honey. Have a good time?” She nodded, and Furse, at her back, saw that her hair which was usually pinned into a bun had come unloosed. He picked up one of the pins that slipped to the floor and touching her shoulder so that she turned, he thrust the pin at her nose. "It's awfully hot here,” she said, replacing the pin in her hair. "Have you been generating a lot of extra heat by talking?" She smiled, very self-composed, her back still to Furse. "Are you ready to go. Marvell?" "What’s your hurry," said Furse. "Sit down. I’ll even make some cocoa. We don't often get this pleasure, Miss Kit.” He carefully separated the two words, knowing she loathed Mra Crane’s styls of address. She turned to him. her head a little to one side. It waa all she could manage tn the way of a patronizing air. "1 always thought you preferred your bull sessions." The color in her cheeks and Ups was heightened by the warmth ot the room. She was tall and graceful, standing there, her dark hair falling loosely over one shoulder. Furse smiled at her suddenly. She's Uvely, he thought, and not a bit conscious of it, but she's self-conscious about something all the same. She’s probably seen Bcbe Daniela entertaining two men at once in last week's movies and can't remember just how it's done. She turned quickly to MarvelL “Let’s have a cup of cocoa. It will get us home in good shape.” There was a sudden radiance in her face that startled MarvelL What had happened to her in this short evening? But she wan t thinking of Peter. A moment ago Furse had irritated her with his teasing assault on her self-importance and she had lgncr~l him. Now, a little heady after her experience with Peter, Furse’s smile had challenged her in a new way. She wanted desperately to make him aware of her as Peter was—to impress him. and Indirectly Man-ell, with her newly discovered power. For some reason she didn't want to be left alone with MarvelL She i followed Furse and stood in ths i kitchen door. She had dropped her coat and her red scarf waa trailing behind her. "Have you seen any good movies lately?” asked Furse, preparing the drink. I "Nothing but costume pictures. I I-Just saw ’Scaramouche.’" She . looked worried. “It had everyi thing u> It Wouldn't it be awful : if the movies Stilled off the stage i just because of what you get for . your money? Do you think they will?” "Your father win tell you-be • has the answer to everything." I “Yea. I know.” She took the ■ pan out of his hand. “Let me make . it, please, and I’U serve. Do you f want marshmallows?” • can never get the coeoa to dlaaolve," said Furse, turning i everything over to her. “Yeah, we ; “ weU *•*! j I "The trouble wttfc toovtaa." eald t Marvel] ts Furse when he caaM

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back to the living room, ’ll that they magnify the visual details all out of proportion and the audience goes away dopey and stays tut way for days." Kit brought In the oily looklcg cocoa. TU skid home If I drink that, Kit," pleaded Marvell, so Futm poured him another drink. Kit sat on a leather ottomaa, bracing her back against Marvcli i knees. "What sort of entertainment did you have tonight?" Furse wanted to know. "Nothing like that It is a kind of a layman's group, all ages W« talk ot current topics. Why dost you come sometime?" "I don’t know anything except apples,” replied Furse. "That’s an old subject with the church,” said MarvelL “And young Staneweski, did you get him in?” asked Furse. "Peter never comes in. but 1 wish he had tonight He wants to fly so badly and there was a mu out from Boston who had been * flyer in the war. Major O'Donneli, did you know him?" she questioned Furse. "1 was In the Infantry.’ “He talked about the future of flying. 1 guess It is going to be everything. And then he got quite worked up about It and went on I about the poetry of flight He said i you had to get the feel of the plane; In certain weather when - the wind and the clouds were 1 soupy, he said it felt like mashed potatoes." i They laughed with her and then ■ Marvell said, "That docsn t convey i a thing, Kit, *nd it’s not poetry. ; Nobody but a baby under two ’ years old and a drunken army i cook ever felt mashed potatoes." ! "You haven't flown, dear." said, reminding him for all Lie ■ world of Fanny. "I think Peter's right tn hl* . choice." said Furse and then ne I added, “Some Sunday I'll take i you both down to Squantum. I There's a lot going on down there, i He had no way of knowing bow i his indulgent tone maddened her. I Marvell got up abruptly- Wh J . did the fool have to encourage the two of them? "If you’re ready, 1 Klt ’" , , She got up Immediately and t Furse observed how docile sne ! WM * 1 is “Just a minute," Furse Mil t "Before you go I want to ta.x ■ about that piece of land." . Kit shrugged her arms Into her . coat sleeves, waiting for Marvell* . reply. Then she realize ! Furse was , addressing her. "What land?" . “That uneven cut ot meadow , where the spring rises at the c-g« , of the woods." . . "How did you know It belong* l to me?” "I asked Msrvell snd he re- » ferred me to you,” he snswered im- , patiently. . “Why do you want It? r voice sounded a great way off i» . her own ears and Furse s louder than necessary as he rei plied. "Irrigating new land.* Wc r* . branching out, this spring. She had walked there only * -»? l or two ago with Peter. At w e time of year, brown and sobt >. . the odd-shaped meadow, d little by little to the encroaching e woods, seemed more than ever r disguise foe some lovely *P y In the far corner was the sih bubbliMf source of the brook m> ( tenuusly born out ot the rock* and rich damp leafy •°‘ e get to it. Fume’s truck mw£ e an Irregular hypotenuse ' u edge of his pasture to the * “You have a well.” 0 after a moment’s hesitation. , “Foe Ue hou*- “ • want to M the whole ‘ th. right of way. »* 4 Sava fio das tof.it-”, • I* Contiemcdl J 5»