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Meed, and (we old Negro servants, Allhy and Zeke. Kate jis ‘engaged to Morgan Prentiss, whe neglects her for besutiful and wealthy Eve Elwell. Major Meed loses the farm to Jell Howard, a bitter young mountaineer. Kate hates Jeff for taking their home. Morgan fells her they ean be married at once If she will “ditch” her family. Kate is torn with indecision. Meantime, Eve Elwell makes a stronfer play for Morgan and persuades him to Jit Kate. Kate realizes that she loves her family too mueh to mistreat them. She drives to town io reject Morgan's offer, finds him with Eve and fells him how she feels. Eve tells Kate, spitefully, that Morgan was on the point of Jilting her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
FTER the break with Morgan Prentiss a peace that was something like happiness came to Kate, She said to Caroline, “These last few days have been what I needed. The torture about Morgan is over. I feel as if I'm floating on my back in a quiet pool.
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tenant house would be their home before the summer was over. Once planted, however, it had been neglected in the urgency of other things. As a result, the garden was now as sorry a vegetable patch as could be found far or near, afflicted by blights and choked with weeds. Kate and Caroline, who had counted on selling vegetables, could make very little out of it, though they struggled valiantly. Another disappointment was in store for them. Kate had invested as much as they could spare in
ticipation of selling eggs to customers in town. Going out to feed | them one morning, she: found the | cream of her crop missing. Shep | was missing, too. Hours later they found him tied to a fence down the road, hungry and thirsty and very much outraged in dignity. | Kate was 50 overjoyed to find the | beloved old dog all in a piece that | she declared ‘the chickens didn't | matter. But when the same thing | happened a ‘week later she feared { that her venture. was doomed.
” 8 83 | « ERE too close to the road,” the major said regretfully.
was churning about in a river full | wy tramp can-look over the fence
of rapids and undertows. That's | what being in love is like—swim- | ming in a treacherous river.” | “Not always,” Caroline objected. | “Only when you're in love with | some y who's not worthy. Some- | body not to be trusted. Listen, | honey, don't ever regret Morgan! | You're lucky you found him out in| time.” “I shan't regret him, ever!” Kate | assured her. She had not told | Caroline what had led her to break | the engagement so suddenly. She | only told her of impulsively returning his pin and letters that evening and of finding him with Eve] Elwell, of her discovery that Mor- | gan was on the point of jilting her | for Eve. Caroline had been shocked and imdignant. Disappointed, too, for she had quite unselfishly wanted this prosperous marriage for Kate. Caroline asked now, “Does Gran'dad know about it yet?” “Yes,” Kate said. “I told him that night. I told Althy and Zeke, too. The funny part is, they all seemed glad. That's funny, considering Morgan was what you'd call a good catch.” » ” ” AROLINE said, “Old folks and colored people don't think| things out. They seem to feel them | in their bones. Why, don’t you re- | merfiber how even Shep always dis- | liked Morgan and growled when he | came?” Shep, hearing his name, raised | himself from the porch floor and | thumped his heavy tail. In the twi- | light he looked like a wolf, grown | tame and benevolent. Kate | scratched him behind the ears. | “Want to go for a ride, Shep?” Shep knew what she meant—to | run beside Brown Boy while she | rode. The plumed tail - thumped | more violently. “Don't tease him. You know you | can't’ ride until morning.” ! “I'm going to ride right now,” | Kate declared, “because I think! that’s Mr. Grayson's car coming down the road.” “It is!” Caroline groaned. “And | he’s stopping! Please don't leave me, | Kate. Please!” Kate laughed heartlessly and |! got up. “Listen, honey, I've stayed around every time that man’s been here. I can't keep it up forever. Let him propose and get it over. Then you can refuse him and he’ll quit comihg. The trouble with you is, you've no backbone—" She was quoting Morgan, she realized with a shock. ” ” zn HEN they reached the crossroad, Brown Boy turned in, of his own accord. Kate gave him his head. "This road's easier on your feet, is it fellow? All right. Have it your way.” Only two miles through to the State Pike, and there, looming white in the gathering darkness, were the stone gateposts of Meed Meadows. Brown Boy stopped near the | entrance. Horse, girl and dog | looked toward the house. . .~. A voice from the darkness said “Good evenin'.” It was Jeff Howard, leaning against the fence. Kate could just make him out. He had a pipe in his mouth, and his white shirt was open at the collar. “Good evening, Mr. Howard,” ~Kate said crisply. She thought, “I'll talk to him—anything to keep from thinking of Morgan and 3ve somewhere together.” ; “Were you comin’ to call?” Jeff Howard asked with biting humor. “No,” she answered. “Why should an
1? “Were neighbors,” he stated. Was there loneliness in his voice? | While she was wondering, the | pause grew long. “How was your hayride? Right damp, wasn't it?” “Who told you I was having a |
= ” = - OUR grandfather. I saw him | one day at the mailbox. He told me.” “Oh.” Kate threw her leg over the saddle. She let Brown Boy lower his head and graze. The dog went and lay down near Jeff Howard's boots. : ; “I go to town that way sometimes,” he said. “It's a change from
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and get the lay of the place.” “It's - gangsters traveling trucks,” Caroline ventured. “I don’t think so, from the clews,” Kate said. “Men like that would have killed a dog without hesitating. It would have been easier than luring him down the road and tying him, ® This time there was even a bone left for him to gnaw on, and a tin can of water. That points to some one who knew Shep and could not bear to hurt him.” “Poor share-croppers, probably,” Major Meed speculated. “Most likely colored. Nobody else would be tender hearted enough to feed and water a dog while they were robbing the chicken roost!” “The kind of thieves we’ll have with us always,” Kate said. = » =
JT was true. The depredations continued on a smaller and smaller scale until Kate’s stock was depleted and the chicken business was a lost cause. They would do well, the Meeds decided, if they could keep a few straggly hens. Meanwhile Kate and Caroline
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with state certificates. They then, to Louisville, and Kate one day came home with the announcement that she had been accepted at one of the dime stores. The Major blinked -in dismay and said nothing. Next day Kate caught an early bus to the city. That night she came home looking wilted and perplexed. She had realized in the course of that jumbled day béhind a’ counter of crockery that, after paying bus fare and buying luncheon for six days, there would be practically nothing left of her meager salary. It was a sign of intelligence that she quit the job at once, leaving it for a girl closer at hand.
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"WEL try to sell more pies and cakes to the Exchange,” she told Caroline.
up a cottage cheese. route!” The latter venture proved prom-
strangers in town, Kate came home
orders for 23 pints and 5 quarts of gheege to be delivered every Saturay. “That's wonderful,” Caroline said. “Was it awfully hard, Kate, asking people to buy?” d “I haven't much pride left,” Kate answered. “If our troubles have taught me anything, they've taught me the cheapness of false pride. But one thing ‘I couldn’t do, Caroline. I couldn’t sell or deliver stuff at the Prentiss and Elwell back doors.” “Well I should say not!” Caroline exclaimed, all sympathy. “I'd rather see you peddling at Meed Meadows!” “There's an idea!” Kate said with a sharp laugh. “Why not take on ‘Jefl, the Surly Mountaineer’ as a customer? He has to eat.” “Why yes,” Caroline agreed. Kate was always amazing her,
(To Be Continued)
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“ OU'RE fired,” said Mike Zyzinski. Ernie Gill's fingers worked nervously as he stared at Mike. “F-f-fired?” “Fired,” Mike repeated firmly. “B-but, Mike—what for?” “You know’ what for!” snarled viciously. “You—you don't mean Molly?” “Yes—I mean Molly! I'll teach you—trying to steal my girl!” “But she's not your girl! said she wasn't.”
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1KE 1gnored the correction. “You're fired,” he insisted. Ernie turned away hopelessly. Mike Zyzinski and his wrestling troupe were the most popular fea. ture on the carnival lot. Audiences thrilled nightly as short, slippery Mike tossed enormous partners around like dolls. After three exhibition bouts would come the climax. Mike would step before the crowd and hold up his hand for silence. “Now, ladies and gents,” he would says, “I dare any man in the audience to step up here. I only weigh a hunnerd and fifty-five, but I'll take on any man, any weight. The man that throws me gets a hunnerd bucks!”
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E would reach in his bathrobe pocket and pull out a bill. “Here it is, folks,” he would say, waving it before them. “It goes to the guy that throws me. “Come on, men—take a. chance!” But all too often the big men in the audience would smile self-con-sciously and remain fast in their seats. Then, Ernie Gill, in the back of the tent, would get to his feet. “Ah,” Mike would say. “There's one guy in town that aint’ a coward.” In a few minutes, Ernie, stripped to the waist, would be standing in the ring with Mike. Towering over him. When the bell clanged, the bout would be on.
bounced. First one on top, then the other. The crowd stood up and yelled. Then Ernie had a hold—a bear hug. His muscles tautened, he forced Mike’s shoulders steadily, firmly to: the mat. Women screamed. Men held their breath. Then, lightning-swift, would turn. 2. = =
FLASH of Mike Zyzinski’s legs as he slipped, eel-like, out of Ernie's hug. Another flash as he dived at Ernie's knees. A thud as Ernie hit the mat. A little disappointed cry from the crowd as the referee would tap Mike's back and the show was over. Ernie was a young man who asked but little from the world. Just to live in the atmosphere of the carnival, he felt, was enough for a youth like himself — not fast or graceful or clever. And to live near Miss Molly McCune, who sold tickets for the merry-go-round—that was heaven! It was late. Molly McCune was packing her tickets in the iron box. She looked up swiftly. “Be through in a mintite, Lambie,”
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“Ernie! What's the matter?” Ernie's face was white. “I—I'm fired.” “Oh,” she said, relieved. “Is that all? Well, there are other jobs.™
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going to keep it. I'm going right out and get a ring for Molly!” THE END
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