The Syracuse Journal, Volume 22, Number 4, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 May 1929 — Page 9

The Settling of the Sage ®y HAL G. EVARTS WXV Servt-a* Copyright by Hal G, Evarta

CHAPTER Xll—Continued For the first time in her life she was glad to be sheltered and pampered as were other girls. But there was a growing restlessness within her —a vague dissatisfaction for which she could not account. She groped for an answer but the analysis could not be expressed or definitely cleared in her mind. Deane planned with her of evenings but the planning was all of play. N<» word of work crept into it. if only he would accept her as wholly Into that part of his life as he did into the rest. And suddenly she longed to sit for Just one evening before the tire und plan real work with Cal Harris. He had been Ute one man she had knowr who had asked that she work with him—or that he should work for her. She bad drifted along, expecting that that same state of affairs would go on indefinitely, believing that he filled the void left by old Cal Warren. But now she knew he held that place he had created for himself. They had worked together and she had deserted the sinking ship to play the part of the tinsel queen. She was conscious of a flare —half of resentment, half of apprehension —toward Harris for not having sent a word of affairs at the ranch. Judge Colton entered the rooua and interrupted her reverie by handing her a paper. In the first black headline she saw Slade’s name and Harris* ; an announcement of the last chapter of the Three Bar war. The first line of the article stated that Slade, the cattle king, had been released. There was insufficient proof to convict on any count. She felt a curious little shiver of fear for Harris with Slade once more at large. The article retold the old tale of the tight and portrayed Slade, on his release. viewing the range which he had once controlled and finding a squatter family on every available ranch site. She had a flash of sympathy for Slade as she thought his sensations must have been similar to her own w hen she bad looked upon the ruins ot the Three Bar. But this was biot ted out “by the knowledge that he had only met the same treatment he bad handed to so many others; that be had dropped into the trap be bad built for her. She found no real sym pat by tor Slade —only fear for Harris since Slade was freed. The old sense of responsibility for her brand had been worn too long to be shed at will. She knew that now. “1 suppose you’ll be surprised to hear that I*m going back.” she said. Her fathers old friend smiled •cross at her and puffed bis pipe. •‘Surprised!” he said. “Why, I’ve known all along you’d be going back before long. 1 could have told you that when you stepped off the train. He left her alone with Deane when the younger man arrived. She plunged into her subject at once. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But ’lm .going home. I’m not cut out for this > —not for long at one time. 1 want to ' smell the round-up fire and slip ffiy twine on a Three Bar calf; to throw my leg across a horse and ride, and fee) the wind tearing past. It will always be like that with me. So this is good-by.” Four days later, tn the early evening, the stage pulled into Coldriver with a single passenger. The boys were in from a hundred miles around for one last spree before round-up time. As the stage rolled down the single street the festivities were in full swing. From one lighted doorway came the blare of a mechanical piano accompanied by the scrape ot feel; the sound of drunken voices raised in song issued from the next; the shrill laughter of a dance-hall girl, the purr of the ivory ball and the soft clatter ofchips, the ponies drowsing at the hitch rails the full length •of the street, the pealing yelp of some overenthusiastic citizen whose night it was to bowl; all these were evidences of the wide difference between iter present surroundings and those ot ti»e last eight months. She gazed ■eagerly out of the stage window. It was good to get back. As the stage neared the rambling ■log hotel where she would put up for sthe night a compact group of riders swung down the street. Her heart seemed to stop as she recognized the big paint-horse at their head. She had cot fully realized how much she longed to see Cai Harris. Instead of dismounting in a group they suddenly split up, as if at a given signal, scattering the length of the block and dismounting singly There was something purposeful in this act and a vague apprehension superseded the rush of gladness she had experienced with the first unex pected view of the Three Bqr crew. Men who stood on the hoard sidewalks turned hastily inside the open •doors as they glimpsed the riders, spreading the news that the Three Bur had come to town. The driver pt lied up In front of the one hotel. •It’ll come off right now.” he said “Slade's in town.” “Sure.” rhe guard replied. “Why •tse would Harris ride in at high: tike this unless in answer to Slade’s threat to shoot him down on sight? Ge» the girl inside.” The reason for the scattering was now clear to her. Slade, on his re- . lease had announced that he would •dll Harris on sight whenever he ap geared in town. Slade had many friends The Three Bar men were mattered the length of the street to ♦nr’orce fair play. * “he guard opened the door and •setinned her out but she shook her %end. 'I n: gnng to S'.ay here,” she as-♦r-'fed He- answer tutormed him of the h» ’ •.-•*«■ ac casual visitor 1

but one who knew the signs and would insist on seeing It through. Fie nodded and shut the door. Harris had dismounted at the far end of the block and was strolling slowly down the board sidewalk on the opposite side. Groups of men packed the doorways, each one striving to appear unconcerned, as if his presence there was an accident in stead of being occasioned by knowledge that something of interest would soon transpire. A man she knew for a Slade rider moved out to the edge of the sidewalk across the street from Harris. She saw the lumbering form of Waddles edging up beside him Ma He Met Her at the Mouth of the Lane. Other Three Bar boys were watching every man who showed a disposition to detach himself from the groups in the doors. The blare of the piano and all sounds of revelry had hushed. The girl felt the clutch of stark fear at her heart. She had come too late. Harris was to meet Slade. It seemed that she must die with him if he should pass out before she could speak to him again and tell him she was back. She had a wild desire to run to him, at least to lean from the window and call out to him to mount Calico and ride away. But she knew he would not She was frontier bred. Even the knowledge that she was in town might unsteady him now. She sat without a move and the driver and guard outside supposed hev merely a curious on-looker interested in the scene. “A hundred on Harris,” the driver offered. The guard grunted a refusal. “I’d bet that way -myself,” he said. From this she knew that the two men were hoping Harris would be the one to survive; but the fact thai their proffered bets backed their sentiments was no proof that they felt the conviction of their desire. She knew the men of their breed. No matter how small the chance, their money would inevitably be laid on the side of their wishes, never against them, as if the wagering of a long shot was proof of their confidence and might in some way exercise a fa vorable influence on the outcome. No man had ever stood against Slade. She noted Harris’ gun. He carried it with the same awkward sling as of old, on the left side in front with the butt to the right. “Fifty on Slade," a voice offered from the doorway of the hotel, the guard started for the spot but the bet was snapped up by another. Wild fighting rage swept through her ar the thought that to all these men it was but a sporting event. Her eyes never once left Harris as he came down the street. When at most abreast of the stage Slade stepped from the doorway twenty feet in before him and stopped in bis tracks. Harris turned on one heel ami stood with his left side quartering toward Slade, the old pose she remembered so well. There was a tense quiet the length of the street. “’lhose you hire do poor work from behind.” Harris said. “Maybe you sometimes take a chance yourjelf and work from in front.’* His thumb was hooked m the opening of his shirt just above the butt of his gun. Slade held a cigarette in his right hand and raised it slowly to his lips. He removed it and flicked the ash from the end. then inspected the results and snapped it again—and the downward move of his wrist was car ried through in a smooth sweep tor his gun. It flashed into his hand but his knees sagged under him as a forty-live slug struck him an inch above the buckle of his belt Even as he toppled forward he tired, and Harris gun barked again. Then the Three Bar men were vaulting to their saddles. Evans careened down the street, leading the paint-horse, and within thirty seconds after Slade’s first move for his gun a dozen riders were turning the corner on the run. Before the spectators had time to realize that it was over, the Three

Schoolgirl of China Coached in Manners

In the native schools ot China the Chinese girl gets very tittle booklearning. She enters the school late—at about the age of ten or elevenreceives instruction in morals and manners and marries as soon as her brief educational course is finishe<r. The proverbial Chinese politeness in taught in the schools as well as in the home, in the classroom the little girls learn how to greet friends and acquaintances, how to receive visitor? Wk th ail old-time Chinese formality;

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Bar men were gone. Slade had many friends in town? The girl had seen Harris' draw merely a single pull from left to right and by his quartering pose the gun had been trained on Slade at the instant it cleared the bolster; not one superfluous move, even to the straightening of his wrist. The driver’s voice reached her. “Fastest draw in the world for the few that can use it.” he said. The guard opened the door. The girl was sitting with her head bowed in her hands. “Don’t take it that way. ma'am.” he counseled. “He was a bard one —Slade.” But be had misread his signs. She felt no regret for Slade, only a wave of thankfulness, so powerful as al most to unnerve her. over Harris’ escape, untouched. She accused herself of callousness but the spring ot her sympathy, usually so ready, seemed dry as dust when she would have wasted a few drops cm Slade. The next day, in the late afternoon. Harris looked up and saw a chap-clad rider on the edge of the valley. She had ridden over unannounced on a horse she had borrowed from Brill. She answered the wave of his hat and urged the horse down the slope. He met her at the mouth of the lane and together they walked back to the new buildings of the ranch. The men breaking horses in the new corrals were the same old hands. The same old Waddles presided over the new cook shack. Her old things, rescued from the tire, were arranged in rhe living room of the new house. A row of new storerooms and the shop stood on the site of the old. And in the midst of all the improvements the old cabin first erected on the Three Bar stood protected by a picket fence on which a few vines were already beginning to climb. After the men had quit work to greet the returning Three Bar boss she went over every de<:>!l of the new house. The big living room and tire place were modeled closely along the lines of her old quarters; h?ads and furs were on the walls, pelts and In dian rugs on the floors. Running water had been piped down from a sidehill spring. The new house was modernized. Then Harris saddled Calico and Papoose and they rode down to the fields. As they turned into the lane thej heard the twang of Waddles’ guitafrom thff cook shack, the booming voice raised In song in midaftern<>on a thing heretofore unheard of in the annals of Three Bar life. “There’ll be one real feast tonight.” Harris prophesied. “Waddles will spread himself.” They rode past the meadow, cov ered with a knee-deep stand of a) fa Isa hay. “It was only trampled down.” ne said. “She came up in fine shape this spring. We’ll put up a thou sand tons of hay.” He held straight on past the meadow, turned off below the lower fence and angled southwest across the range. The calves and yearlings along their route gave proof that rhe grading-up of the Three Bar herds was already having its effect. Ninety per eent were straight red stock with only a few throwbacks to off-color strains. The two spoke but little and near sunset they rode out and dismounted on the ridge from which, almost a year before, they had viewed the first move of organized law in the Coldriver strip. A white-topped wagon came toward them up the valley along the same route followed by the file of dustv riders on that other day. A woman held the reins over the team and a curly-haired youngster jostled about on the seat by her side. A man wrangled a nondescript drove of horses ant! cows in the rear. “That’s the way we both came into this country first, you and I.” Harris said. “Just like that little shaver on the seat.” “Will they find a place to settle?’ she asked, with a sudden hope that the newcomers would find a suitable site for a home. Maybe not close around here." he said. “Most of the good sites you can get water on are picked up. But they’ll find a place either here or somewhere else a tittle further on.” He slipped an arm about her shoulders. “It’s been right lonesome planning without a little partner to talk it al! over with at night.” be said. “Haw I you come back for keeps to help me ' make the Three Bar the best outfit in three states? I can’t bold down that job alone.” She nodded and leaned against him. “That’s what they wanted —old Bill and Cai.” she said. “But it’s nice that we want it too. I’ve come so« keeps; and the road to the outside is closed.” They sttood and watched the sun pitch over the far edge of the world; and down in the valley below them the hopeful squatters were looking for a place to camp. (THE END.]

how to offer tea. how to present an umbrella to an aged lady, bow to share an umbrella wltth a companion —a thousand and one acts of courtesy eachxdistinguished vy its own proper ceremony. In families which have be come somewhat modernized the young Chinese daughters byway of a final polishing in their last year at school leant civics and receive a of pa trfotic instruction. fterious praise is treasured.

PIN-TUCK INSETS POPULAR; LATEST FASHION IN HATS

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IN FASHIONING summer costumes, designers are making generous and clever use of pin tucking. The tiny tucks are worked in most designfur ways in frocks, blouses, jackets and the separate coat, showing great skill in the way they are handled.

The dainty lovely solid-tint voiles which have so captivated feminine fancy yield admirablj’ to the popular pin-tuck treatments. Study closely the charming frock in this picture and you will discover insets of pin-tucks about the waistline and also at each side of the blouse. Jenny makes this very charming peach color ensemble ot sheer rayon georgette, the coat being of a rayon and wool fabric in a darker peach tone. The employment of two tones of the same color is a characteristic feature of this season’s modes. Marine blue with navy, pale yellow with orange, capucine blended with an harmonious brown, any number of these selected color combinations are observed throughout most recent fashions. It may be a dark coat with a light dress, or the contrast is just as modish in reverse. Fashion goes even further in this matter of color relation, insisting that the hat itself tune in harmoniously. Which accounts for the chapeau accompanying this costume also being in a peach shade. The crown of this becoming model is made of rayon georgette. The brim accents the very chic side points which somewhat suggest the Dutch bonnet effect. it will be noticed that the skirt por-

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tion of this attractive one-piece dress is formed of plaits which are sewed pari? of the way down. This is a very important styling item, for stitched plaits occur in many of the cloth en semble skirts as well as in frocks. Tresses win! Their freedom is declared- No longer are they to remain hidden from view, for fashion declares in favor of hair showing beneath the hat. Just how far this innovation will carry, who can tell? At present it Is the younger generation which is getting the greater thrill .mt of the new order of things. In wearing chic little felt cloches back on the head they have blazed the trial for older folks to follow. However, in Paris the off-the-face movement is extending to various types, both -brimmed and blimless. Even turbans having a wrapped effect

Shaded Stockings Silk hosiery which shades off into darker tones toward the back are new and good with ombre tinted frocks. Beige ones grow definitely brown at the back, silver ones very, very gray. Colors for Slippers Anothei favorite finish for kid, destined for evening slippers, is nacre. This, as its name implies, lends a mother-of pearl shteen to the leather. The nacre finish is developed in many «>oims. im imling the beiges, grays, sil-

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Charming Summer Frock. are so designed as to reveal the forehead. somewhat after the manner of the model shown in the illustrated group at the top to the right. It is interesting to note bow many of the newer silhouettes are adapting themselves to this rec-ent turn of affairs. For instance, at the stime time that lines are narrowing and receding from the front they are widening and dropping down at the sides and the back. Even broad-brimmed hats emphasize brims narrowest at the front, such as the contour in the model with a bow on its crown centered in this picture to the right. The first sketch shows one of the newer bonnet shapes. The long sides contrast a very narrow front. Many ot this season’s modish exotic straws, such as bakou, ballihuntl and other linenlike types, accent contours on this order. Somewhat suggesting the Dutch bonnet brim wlucji. is so smart this season. the hat below features points at the sides. Note that this straw hat is trimmed in handings composed of tri-colored ribbons. The last model shows an unmistak able off-the-face movement in that it has a rolling brim which contrives.

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ver. gold and pale pinks, blues, greens, yellows: in fact, all the pastel shades are included. Striped Dimity Little, little girls will look truly adorable in frocks of striped dimity, with tiny collars and cuffs of batiste embroidered in color. Smart Black Suit A smart little suit is of black wool, and with it is shown a youthful little blouse of yellow silk.

i TOOTHPICKS L: AND ; ROMANCE J

who named her Phyllis May. But there was little time for the nurturing of ideals in the Gregory Irousehold. Phyllis began work at fourteen. standing on her feet all day behind the counter in a 10-cent store and dragging her weary body to school three nights a week. By the time she was eighteen she had finished night high school and mastered shorthand and typewriting. Now. at nineteen, she had secured her first stenographic position and was beginning to feel that her feet were firmly set at last on the first round of the ladder of success. From her couch in the front room Mrs. Gregory nominally supervised the household. “Tim. you must wash your hands more carefully. They are positively grimy. And your nails— ’’ “Aw. for Pete's sake, mother.” and the overgrown sixteen-year-old boy would look guiltily at the offending nails, then awkwardly pat his moth er’s thin shoulder. “What with you and Phil. I don't never got no peace!” “And you studied grammar at school.” Phyllis would exclaim, disgustedly. “Grammar don’t mean anything.” he retorted. “It's what you do. not what you say. that counts.” Phyllis had to admit that he was right fundamentally. “But still.” she insisted, “being able to talk correctly indicates good breeding.” “Sure, and I'm a well-bred plumber’s assistant.” he boasted, closing the argument. Phyllis hated Tim’s work. To her it was dirty in every sense of the word. But Ire had been forced to accept anything he could get. ‘He speedily found something intriguing about bathroom fixtures, and boasted that one day he would be a millionaire plumber and live in a porcelain-lined home. But with the entry of Curtis Ashe into Phyllis’ life minor worries were forgotten. Young and good looking, with that well-groomed air that women so admire, he seemed the materialization of all she had dreamed. Curtis was one of the richest customers of Harvie Bros., where she was employed. He came into the office occasionally to talk with Mr. Harvie. and after a few casual chats with Phyllis came oftener. invited her to lunch and even suggested dinner and the theater. Phyllis accepted the luncheon invitations and eventually the theater, but she declined to take dinner with him. “It’s my only meal with mother.” she explained, “and she looks forward to It.” “I should think your brother could entertain her for once.” Curtis grum bled. “1 also prepare the dinner.” she laughingly replied. - Curtis had smiled, she thought with annoyed surprise. “I’d like to meet your mother.” he said presently. Phyllis felt herself flushing hotly “Mother would be delighted to have you take dinner with us one evening.” she suggested, diffidently. Curtis accepted with alacrity, and Phyllis did her best with the dinner. She was not ashamed of the apartment. It was comfortable and tastei fully if not expensively furnished. Her mother had a real Irish linen tablecloth. relic of better days, and the old mahogany sideboard, incongruously massive, gave dignity to the dining room. Tim consented, with some urging. to scrub his nails clean for once. But good-natured, well-meaning Tim almost spoiled things in the end. The dinner, from roast chicken to homemade ice cream and caramel cake, had been perfect. Curtis had become genial and expansive. Phyllis was very happy. Before they left the table Tim looker! around inquiringly, then rose and rummaged through the kitchen csibinet. He came back with whht he sought. “Sis sos-got to put them on the table.” “No. no thank you.” Curtis waved them away with a strained expression. Tim helped himself. “Take one. sis.” he invited. After her guest had gone Phyllis gave way to angry tears. “He’ll think we’re common and don’t know anything,” she sobbed. “If he really cares for you he won’t notice a little slip like that.” Mrs. Gregory tried to comfort her. Tim, staring at his carefully scrubbed nails, said nothing. A month passed and Curtis showed unmistakably that a little matter of t,»oihpicks could not come between him and his love. Shy and tremulous. Phyllis crept into her mother’s arms to tell the wonderful news. “<’nrtis loves m He wants to be marrried right away.” “You deserve the best.” her romantic mother answered, satisfied.

New York Pet Garage Profitable to Owner

There is a little place in the fifties in New York where women who come to shop on Fifth avenue or to see a play on Broadway can park their dogs. The storage fee for an afternoon or an evening is 50 cents, and it is a dull day that doesn’t find half a dozen pets parked in cages along the floor, with very businesslike tags on the doors to identify them. Running a pet garage is so profitable, in fact, that Charles King, the proprietor, now keeps his place open until midnight for the benefit of evening patrons, although his major vocation is the daytime job of beautifying dogs and cats. Most of the New York hotels permit visitors to check dogs and cats at the coatroom, and during an afternoon tea it is not unusual to find .a dozen Pekes and Griffons and Pomeranians drowsing on their leashes among parcels and parasols in a hotel checkroom. But tlany a matron prefers the super-

j Then came plans for the wedding I and afterwards. “Well take a short trip,” Curtis had said, pressing tier i dark head against his shoulder. "I’m i buying you the home you admired in i Lakeview.” “A real home, at last!“ breathed Phyllis, “Just we two.” and Curtis' arms tightened. Phyllis tensed suddenly and a stab of fear pierced her heart “You forget, mother. Curtis.” she whis[>ered, brushing her Bps lightly across his. “No. I’ve thought it all out. She and Tim can keep the apartment, and I’ll engage a good reliable woman to come in every day and take charge.” “But.” Phyllis remonstrated aghast, “a maid can’t take my place with mother. It would take all the joy out , of her life if—if—she didn’t live with us! And Tim—” she stopped, her voice thick with tears. “You’ll decide differently after you think it over.” he declared. “Trust to my judgment. Phyllis.” But in this one matter- she stood firm, and for days the silent battle of wills continued. Phyllis loved Curtis passionately; lite without him would tie an arid desert. But her mother needed her! The girl moved through the daily routine with asease of unreality. There were faint smudges under her eyes that told of sleepless nights, but tier mechanical set smile never faltered. A week passed, torturing hours In which self-sufficient Curtis found how wholly and completely love had taken possession of him. it could no more be uprooted than could his very heart be torn from his bosom. And all this anguish was because a delicate old lady and a hardworking boy would be in the way in his new t’ourteenrvoni home. Curtis resolutely got out of bed. He had been a fool, he realized. Snapping on the lights, he wrote a note —tore it up—tried again till one satisfied him. Then he telephoned for a messenger. “He's to be here by seven o'clock,” tie instructed the sleepy-, voiced operator. “The letter I’m steading is ot’ vital importance!” Then Curtis returned to bed. and slept soundly for the first time in a week. Phyllis, too, was asleep, with tear stains on her cheeks, but peace in her heart. For earlier that nigut AJt«Gregory had called her daughter. She was embarrassed and tearful, but determined. What Phyllis finally understood from her mother’s rather incoherent words was this: Mrs, Gregory didn’t want to live Phyllis and Curtis! She didn’t want to give up the freedom of her tiny apartment. “1 hate for us to be separated, but you will have Curtis.” Mrs. Gregory sobbed. “Yes— Curt is.” bewildered Phyllis half whispered. • • Besides.” Mrs. Gregory was hold- • ing her daughter’s hands tightly. “I can take better care of Timniy here, and the neighbors can come in during the May and gossip a bit. as they’ve always done, and I'll feel—well—independent.” “Whatever will make you happiest.” Phyllis managed to say. “And.” Mrs. Gregory half laughed, shamefacedly, “Timmy and I both like to keep toothpicks on the table.” Wonders of the Dusky Land Carveth Weils, a British traveler and scientist, has seen many wonderful things in the course of his careering through the countries of Africa and other out-of-the-way spots. On his return from the Mountains of the Moon he tells among the other strange things he noted was an elephant with tasks so enormous that they trailed before him along the ground. At least he found his tnu ks. the marks of four feet and, running always with them, two parallel grooves swhich could have been made by nothing else than his tusks. On another occasion he saw a herd of gnus and zebras which he estimated to be miles wide and 5 miles deep. He saw them passing below him one morning and. camping at the same spot three days later, he saw them still passing. Sympathetic Inks Various methods are used for writing and for bringing out rhe writing, in %he case of so-called invisible or sympathetic iuks. Heat and sunlight bring out them, but such chemical solutions as hy<|rogeu sulphide, ammonia, oxalic acid. c*q»|»er nitrate, ferrocyanide ot potassium, etc., may be necessary in individual caseg. depending. of course, on what was used for the “ink.” First Stamp Primitive The first postage stamp is said to have been used in Paris in 1658. It took the form of a receipt printed on the ..wrappers in which letters were sent, and was originated by a Frenchman named Velayer. Symbol “How’s the auction business, Dan?” “The old red flag ain’t what it used to be. a Every time I hang it out some comrade assembles and attempts to speak.”

luxury of a stall in a pet garage for her pedigreed pet. As to king’s canine and feline beauty 0 parlor business, it consists not only of a haircutting and manicuring and eyebrow plucking, but also of drycleaning cats, and administering vio-let-ray treatment to pets which are overfat or rheumatic. The violet-ray treatment costs S3O. at d the dry-clean-ing process, which King says he learned from a Hindu in Paris during the war, and which spares a cat the washing which all cats hate, is administered for $5. Fi»h Fearful and Curious The gorgeously-colored sea-bottom gardens are far from sunless. There usually is enough light to take photographs Snd sometimes the sunlight is sufficiently intense on the sea bottoms for the fish to cast shadows. The fish themselves show a curious mingling ot feat and curiosity at the presence of man.