Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 August 1940 — Page 13

MONDAY, AUG. 26, 1940

SERIAL STORY—

Love On The Line

By PAUL FRIGGENS

CHAPTER ONE MARK SAW her first stepped from Newt Gale's buggy and walked into Springs House, jaunty, creature, with pleats and tucks. Instantly, he was! interested. Never in a raw frontier town had he seen, anyone like her. Mark next that afterhoon at the land office, seated at a paper-littered table talking bluff Colonel Barrington, land office clerk. The business of homesteading seemed to have stopped completely at her appearance. “Of course, o'course, there's land, whole sections of it,” the colonel was remonstrating, wiping his broad | forehead in the heat of that August | afternoon. “But voure alone, alone, ! Miss—Miss Lane. This aint no! country for a woman—alone.” | But if the colonel’s blunt warning | had shaken her, she covered it up| quickly. “Colonel,” she said, and | leaned forward with a smile Mark would never forget, “I'm sorry, but | this IS the country—for a woman |

she | black | Sioux | ruffled flounces,

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alone.” She paused ever so silghtly, ! giving her words deliberate effect. Then she went on:

“As my uncle wrote vou, Mother! died two vears ago. And last year my father. My health” wasn't too good even before that. Our doctor

said I should come West, get a homestead. The change of climate would do wonders for me. Uncle said vou would know best about a! location, a homestead close to] town. I wouldnt need to Stay !

long, only a few months, perhaps. till the estate was settled. And then ’ | Silence had fallen over the room like Sunday. Standing in tight little knots. the homesteaders were hanging every word from this strange. petal-like girl | The colonel brought matters to a

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head, pushed a big, open map across the table toward her. indicated a homestead tract with his stubby finger. She leaned over the map, intent for a moment, then went on talking. She asked about

roads and water and neighbors, the colonel answering her earnestly. There were no roads, you had to dig for water, few neighbors—vet.| At length, the clerk handed her a legal-looking paper, she signed it and rose to pay her fee. | “Is that all. Colonel?” she asked. tucking the paper in her long black purse, adjusting her hat with a deft |

touch that secretly thrilled Mark. | “Well, so long, Butch—doen't forget to look us up when you're back in town!

“Thank you—so much.” she said.|

and turned to gq, while the home-| -

steaders shuffled awkwardly to one side to let her pass | The land office buzzed again and! Mark Deuel was back in the booming present But not all of him Something had gone out that door with the girl in white.

Nn 8 y | HE KNEW that the moment he | gaw Carrie Lane again that evening He was walking back from supper at Ma Parmley's, his boots rattling the boards on the makeshift walk. his flat-crowned felt hat pushed back from his lean, bronzed face. He was talking to Newt Gale about the drive from the stage line with her that day. | “Bring in some more like that Lane miss and I'm a settlin’ here| permanently.” Newt said, wiping | the perspiration from his bald head. hitching his belt. He eyed Mark with a nod. “Tell me the boom is Just getting started. Hear one fellow is out here selling fake town lots already, advertising with newsboys on every train out of Chicago what a great country this is out! here. Guess he’s even selling ‘em | 8 state capital we ain't got vet” He laughed, ending, “Be a state before no time, Mark.” “That's 50,” Mark started to angswer with sudden interest, and cuf himself short. Down the street, stirring with horses and slouchy figures, a buggy was drawing up before the hotel. A man in broadbrimmed black hat, cutaway coat had leaped down to assist a woman from the seat. Mark's heart quickened. It was the girl in white. He strode along the uneven walk, passing the buggy just as she entered the one-story frame hotel. The man was climbing back into the seat. Mark was able to see his face clearly; it was heavy, unpleasant. Afterward, Mark remembered the small, bird-like eves. He studied the man hard— for an instant, then swung on down the street. She was at Ma Parmley’s the next morning when he strode in for breakfast. Ma fed half the town pancakes and sorghum, giving them a little extra lift on Sundays with whi e flour biscuits. Newt was at the table when Mark entered. red-faced, burying himself in huge forkfuls. He was sitting scross from Carrie, so dodged the introductions. But Ma, big, florid, homey. carried them out. ‘Set right

down hefore it’s all gone.” she motioned to Mark. “And, Mark, this is Carrie Lane. Miss Lane, this is

Mark Deuel. He's a homesteader or claim jumper or somethin’.”

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» ” ” HE IMAGINED she blushed just the tiniest bit, but almost before |

he could overcome his own embarrassment, she was talking, taking| the conversation away from all, saying gay, airy little things, asking questions about Sioux Springs and | homestead life and praising the breakfast, inquiring (Newt gulped, nearly knocked over his coffee) how often the mail was delivered at the homesteads. Mark studied her. She was pretty, infinitely so, with 2a determined little chin. Determined enough, he wondered, for this sort of life? He stirred his coffee, sugared it twice before conversation came easily. “Understand you've filed a homestead claim?’ he asked “Yes, over on Rock Creek.” That's good land.” He paused over his coffee. “Anyone “helping you get started out there?” And

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