The Syracuse Journal, Volume 28, Number 18, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 29 August 1935 — Page 6

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*BY RICHARD HOFFMANN corvaiOHT ev Aicmamo HorrwAHN WHU. SERVICE.

SYNOPSIS Following his father's bitter criticism of his idle life, and the withdrawal of financial assistance. Hal Ireland. only eon of a wealthy banker, finds himself practically without funds but with the promise of a situation In San Francisco, which city he must reach, from New York, within a definite time 11 nit. He takes passage with • cross-country auto party on a “share expense" basis. With five other members of the party, an attractive girl. Barry Trafford: middle-aged Olles Kerrigan; Sister Anastasia, a nun: and an Individual whom he Instinctively dislikes, Martin Crack, he starts his journey. Barry’s reticence annoys him. To Kerrigan he takes at once, but he Is unable to shake off a feeling of uneastneea He distrusts Crack, although finding his intimacy with Kerrigan ripening, and he makes a little progress with Barry. Through a misunderstanding. at a stopping place, Hal Is directed to Barry's room. Instead of his own. CHAPTER IV—Continued Alarm—of a cuiftoualy profound and quiet kind—deepened the clarity of her look as she got up, turning one hand against her breast to hide her crumpled handkerchief. Her golden hair was as Hal had hoped: the burnished vigor of It flowed through full”, deliberate waves to end in a rich thicket of half-curls, their rioting simply disciplined at the edges of her smoothly modeled cheeks There was new, mature loveliness In her straight young body—under deep-green satin, fitted to her firm waist, spreading to a full skirt and tapered above to her straight shoulders. The splendor of what be saw, withj out moving his look from the deep aland of her eyes. seemed to check the running of his blood in that silent moment—like the shadow of shock. And he heard himself say. very gravely: "I—l'm sorry. She told me this / was my room. She must have thought I . . ." It wasn’t important enough to \ finish in the expectant silence between them, round them, full In the room. "It’s all right." said Barry, her low voice coming with reluctance. Something made him say, quietly, respectfully, “I’m sorry you’ve been crying." The alarm stayed In her eyes—not a replenished thing, more like a solemn moment of it fixed there over the later business of her erect head. She might not have heard him, except that her voice said hurriedly. "That’s all right, too." They stood locking at each other, and new rounds of silence crept close into the room. She was waiting for him to go. Hal knew he must turn and walk out at the door; and he must do this before the slow, strong force gathering somewhere deep in him showed itself in his enchanted ' eyes, before it unlocked his resolution, loosed the warm words that already stirred at his tongue. It was a race between his lagging command to still limbs, that they move, and a hot, headless authority careering forward to take charge of blood and flesh and hurl mind away, like a dried rag. toward the morning. He made bls legs move him. And, slowly, they moved him to her. her awed watching of his eyes unchanged, the carriage of her glinting head fearless. His arms slipped round her, under her own. and aw he drew her firm, satin warmth toward him. her hands went up to his shoulders and over them. She made a small sound of weariness; her eyes closed; her lovely head turned so that her lips—warm and soft and sure of grandeur—came under his. It was probably a long time they stood there close together, without speaking, resting almost as part of each other in the silence that had grown enormous around them tn the room. Once Barry took her generous Him slowly away and pressed her golden head to his shoulder; but when he moved his mouth along the faintly fragrant smoothness of her hair, she turned her Ups up again—confident, grateful, credulofia Only her eyes, before they closed. were neither confi dent nor credulous—still held in awe. they were, still near in the fringes of alarm. In the pregnant hugeness that blotted away the four walls. Hal felt an excitement of silent rushing—not so much that they were being flung upward alone, as that the whole silence ° that marooned them there was being rushed on through surely gathered speeds toward some explosive, brilliant revelation. And as his will to lose himself In this enormous and imminent beauty flooded toward whole possession of his senses, one stubborn, small agent of reason tried more frantically to make him do what he had to do. Get out, get out. get out: It came around across bls attention again and again, fainter and fainter, until suddenly it took ridiculous command and his hands went to Barry’s straight, firm shoulders. She looked up at once, and the alarm was conquered in her courageous eyes. Quietly god as if to herself, she said. “You’re pretending. And I am. Fm not In love with yon. Fm not galling in loss with you." Bho took a step backward, end hie he wts dropped down to bold hem. Ho knew that command of his reason was for a moment only; the sudden calm on him now was not to be trusted, net to bo found again If be let hto tongue, his blood, his whole WUtt m 1» t>»lr tot tovottanlttMk ths reluctance of that in h« solemn

eyes, and saw that she watched it in his, too. The sound of his voice was as if he hadn't used it for a long while when, with a short, hampered turning of his bead, he said. “Good G —d, this Is no place to talk about anything.” He moved to the door, as if he must leave the best part of himself behind, with her. He was leaving something, surely; something sank down out of him with a slow, mocking glitter, like a silver plate dropped in a pool. If this was a decent thing he did. there was no bravery tn It, since he did it like a foot The only conscious bravery be could effect now, y with the bolt shot back and his hand on the doorknob, was to look at her again. Doctor Caligari jumped his forepaws up on Hal’s leg; Hal put his hand to the terrier's woolly head and turned. She stood there with her chin raised a little, as If she had Just shaken back the full, glinting richness of her hair—her hands behind her back, one knee bent so that there was a suggestion of her straight leg In the sheen of the satin. The courage of her eyes, watching him, was solemn, deep, and darkly clear; but that very courage added to her air of loneliness. The unshielded light was merciless upon the ill-chos-en, worn furnishings around her in the room. And she stood there—straight, beyond common loveliness—and watched him leaving her as if she were sending him away. “Good night," he said, and it sounded utterly casual. Her frank lips, which already he couldn't believe had been under his, moved over a "Good night" which he didn’t hear. He swung the door open and went out, down into the dark house. past hope of sleep for the confusion into which his thoughts and feelings and desires bad been so abruptly tumbled. CHAPTER V Friday Sleep trapped him as that confusion had—without warning. And he woke with a start that nearly slid him off the horsehair sofa. Fresh sunlight blazed Into his face through the fernhung bow-window, and he wasn’t sure where he was at all, only that he was wide awake filled with a

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Kerrigan’s Look Was Amusad and Curious. “Like the Bottom of a Stove." floe, souroelees Joy for the day and for something that had happened. He lay happily for a moment while the circumstances of his being here found themselves | n his head. First remembering the transport of Barry’s sheer loveliness in his arms, he stretched himself luxuriously, a bath of rich content tingling through his body. He snapped off his stretching suddenly to look at his watch, but his wide smile remained. Think of feeling go well at quarter past Are. But what the dickens had been all the trouble last night? All that momentous entanglement with chivalry and apeechleswMMm. Just because the break had come before he had expected it? He had done a very sound thing: he had saved himself from a premature enthusiasm that would have mixed up the rest of Hie trip a good deal; but there was nothing so very momentous about It It waa enough for one evening to see her defenses go down; her trust of him, taken slowly, would be more certain. Five more days coming, at toast: ft would have been very disappointing to forget the job of chastisement he had to do—go off the deep end at the first drop of the hat that way. Tot there he’d been so off hto guard as to make emotional difficulties about leaving her room, as barely to bold himself from charging tn against that remark of hen about not loving him. And outside her rooaa, even, the sudden, restive creaking of an old house la the dark had. • . . Ho got to hla feet and breathed deeply, as if toe contained, dusty air of the room wore that of a mountain pasture In spring. Somewhere in the upper regions an alar* dock went off Inta Its persistent rattle, and there yea distant, oeeaslonal hunting to arir tho alumber <rf toe how*. When he cam* back to th« hall ha found Kerri-

gah fumbling at the chains and bolts of the great front door. “Well, sir—of all people," said Kerrigan, his ruddy, well-scrubbed face held by quiet concern. “A good morning to you. Thought you were lost — probably been locked out" "I got in late." said Hal, feeling his blandness penetrated by that brown, scholarly look. “She showed me the wrong room; so I slept in there." "You slept in there?" Kerrigan said curiously. “Yes," said Hal quickly. “Why?* "Then that can’t be the room the trains run through." said Kerrigan, gratified. "Must be the kitchen. Didn't you hear ’em?” “No," said Hal, laughing. “Let me tell you if every traln’r Charged through here was hauling pay load, stocks are a buy at any price. Gad. sir, they were on five-minute headway all night and on their way somewhere. Only trouble, they wasted a lot of steam whistling for the pantry door. If I slept here once more, I could get a dispatcher’s job on the division. I only missed the number on one train: that was because I was scared his backwash was going to suck the bedclothes off me. And you slept." A twinkle grew behind the false moroseness of the brown eyes. “Whose room did she try to stick you In?" "I don't know." said Hal. "Didn’t wait to find out" Kerrigan watched him an extra instant. then dismissed the last of his concern. “How’s your body?" he said. “Fine," said Hal. "Gosh—well, fine, as I said. How’s yours?" Kerrigan's look was amused and curious. "Like the bottom of a stove.” “And that’s how?” “Grate,” said Kerrigan. “Come on. let's go out and have a snort of the ay em.” Hal was up on the widow’s walk stowing luggage when Barry come out the door—refreshed. Immaculate, fully awake. He watched her look Into the new morning, draw a breath of It, then turn and say something smiling and quiet to Sister Anastasia, the rich slick of gold under her hat-brim gleaming. She didn’t look for him nor show any trace of consciousness that he might be there, and Hal smiled to himself as he drew an end of the lashing round the ralL He stayed on the roof purposely until she should get in. She came toward- 1 the car without looking up; and when she was close under him at the door, he said, “Hello there,” in low pleasure. She glanced at him then, as If she had to see him before she knew who had spoken. “Hello,” she said pleasantly, echoed nothing but rhe same pleasant hello. Then she got in. Even as his smile widened. Hal’s memory hurried back to last night to make certain there was nothing he’d overlooked. It was she who’d made It so serious, her eyes held In alarm, her head carried as if there were something to be brave about. Well, said Hal to himself. Ignoring a certain inconclusion abour It: I can pretend nothing’s happened, too; but you can’t make It a fact by pretending, my beauty. He was about to vault down from the roof when something drew his eyes to the high stoop. Crack stood there, drowsing In his amiable halfdream of something satisfactory and private as he hoped for Hal’s look. The golf ball gave a short leap from his idle hand and fell back Into It. "Morning." said Hal, and swung himself to the ground. “Mornin’." said Crack quietly. “Sleep good ?" "Fine, thanks." said HaL “You?" “Fine, thanks,” said Crack. Listen, d—n it, Hal charged himself: there's no special meaning In that tone of his; it’s just his way of saying things. “Good," he said aloud, without looking at Crack. If the man did know already by his own devices that Hal hadn’t slept In a bed. what was there in it to amuse him so shyly? The river beside the road was flat and leisurely; leisure In the slow little veins and eddies that slid under the overhanging weeds of the bank and leisure In the tall trees that stood still above their own unfocused reflections They had run along some twenty smooth miles when Barry’s voice came low, slow, sure, and Hal listened to the measures of it without especially heeding the words. She said, "That sign said ten miles to Logansport; that might be the very place for breakfast." Hal thought of her as be had left her last night, head up, hands behind her back, one satin leg a little bent; and he remembered suddenly that she had been crying when he came-in. The memory pricked him—like the quick recollection of a promised kindness which It Is too late to perform. He pressed the accelerator nearer the floor— possessed by a tentative hurry to see If her expression was clear of the remembered loneliness, to make sure she had nothing to do with the uncertainly hushed sense of something 111 that bad seemed to travel with them. They drew up before the shining White-tile lunchroom toward which Mrs. Pulsipher had thrown a yelp of hungry approval, and Hal sUd out to stand by the door. Barry leaned forward to get up, and Doctor Caligari, held In the crook of her arm, was brought closer to Crack for a moment than he seemed to like; be bared his teeth over an ugly, rising growl. "Docshe said In quick censure. Hal took the dog from her. And when be met her eyes, they bad tn them the hurried end of last night’s solemn alarm. D—n it, X don’t want bar to take back what she said, Hal told himself inside his dosed mouth: I don’t want her to be in love with me. All I want t 0... ITO BE CONTINUED) Lered Mee From Water Older than Boms, Sorrento in Italy, goes back to the days of Greek mythology. A Phoenician colony older than Tyre, It was here the sirens dwelt who lured men from the water. This gave the town Ito name—Syrenturn, then Surrentum and Sorrento. Its power of attracting men. and women too. to these modern days, has never been lost It has only changed Ha motive and given Ufa for death, and joy for sorrow.

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Golden Phantoms FASCINATING TALKS OF LOST MINES ©w j«.u. Jg v KMtfut A. Vstwa

THE CHERRY COW GHOST DID 'you ever hear of a haunted mine? / If all abandoned mines are not haunted, they ought to be. The fallen buildings, die caved-ln tunnels, and the general atmosphere of desolation and decay fairly demand a glpdst or two to complete the picture. The old Cherry Cow mine, In eastern Arizona, had a ghost It once had been a pretty fair gold mine—and Mike Church, its discoverer, macle enough out of It to buy a nice little house and an orchard, where he tried to settle down and spend his days In comfort But Mike, like the rest of the breed known as prospectors, could not be happy in such a setting. He would wander away without a word and disappear for weeks and months, only to return again, weary but happy. He had been off prospecting—hunting for another Cherry Cow. During hts absences, a young man named BUI Richards, who lived nearby, would take care of'Mike’s place. He did this just as a gesture of friendliness, because he liked the old fellow, and when Mike was at home he would regale Bill with tales of wonderful mines and their equally wonderful treasure. He had many good words to say for the old Cherry Cow, as well, and he enjoyed telling about the days when he had several men working there, taking out “some mighty good-lookin’ ore—yes, sir!" But the ore had run out, and so had Mike's interest in the mine. * One fall morning, seeing no smoke rising from the little house in the orchard, Bill went over to Investigate. As he had suspected, Mike was not there, but a letter lay on the kitchen table, and this was unusual. Picking it up, Bill saw that It was addressed to him. He opened it and read the misspelled scrawl within: “Dere Bill—l’m off on a trip a long, long one this time. If 1 don’t come back In a yr you take the plase and everything I got its all yures this is my wit • Mike." Bill was touched. He knew the old man meant it, but he hoped that cold weather would find him in his little house again, telling about his new adventures. So he kept up his visits, saw to the fruit, and looked every day, as time passed by, for Mike’s return. Winter came, and spring. Then the rumors of a ghost began to spread about Someone had gone up to the »abandoned Cherry Cow shaft, and had seen a shadow that flitted out of sight and could not be found again. A miner who passed that way after dark reported a strange light that seemed to shoot straight out of the shaft A cowboy who rode by said that his horse had snorted aud shied as he passed, though nothing was to be seen or heard. Aroused to suspicion by these stories. Bill Richards went up to the Cherry Cow to Investigate. He found nothing but the shaft from which Mike’s modest stake had come, with the rotting boards .hat had once been a shaft-house leaning above it He called, wondering if his eccentric old friend could possibly be about but a scolding .blue-jay gave him the only answer he heard. The year went by. and ntoone knew what had become of Mike Church. At last, urged by his friends, Bill produced the letter, and while it was not a legal will, since no other claimants to the estate were found it became Bill’s property. By now the Cherry Cow was avoided by everyone who had business up that way. No one wanted to be frightened by a ghost and even the strongminded who claimed that there were no such things as ghosts saw no reason for going near the mine. At last an easterner came to town, hunting for a mine, and wandered up to theCherry Cow. He liked the place. Although Mike had always contended that his ore had been a stray pocket the newcomer said be believed that be could And a vein. He became so enthusiastic that the stories of the ghost merely amused him. “I’ll lay that ghost" he promised. “I’ll take the spell right off the Cherry Cow." And so he bought the mine from Bill Richards. He hired a small crew of men to clean out the shaft and unwater the sump. < But before long one of his men came to him. “The water’s down a foot" he told the easterner. “There’s something down there—the Mexicans won’t go on mucking out —they’re afraid to touch it” “I’ll go down myself and see. It’s that fool ghost I suppose, that’s got them worried. Well, I don’t want any ghosts around here" And he hurried to the shaft ... They knew that It was what remained of Mike because they found bis old-fashioned watch. The burial was informal and hasty, for there were only bones and shoes and a few shreds of clothing left The Mexicans quit of course, and It was some days before an American crew could be hired. Bill Richards went up alone and said a little prayer for Mike at the grave. An the ghost never haunted the Cherry Cow again. But Mike waa right—the easterner Dever found his vein, either. Origin of Name *?Srieto** One version of the origin of the name “Scioto" says that it comes from the Indian word Seeyo-toh, meaning “great legs," says the Cleveland Plain Dealer. This because of its numerous branches. Like many other rivers to early times, tt had an embarrassing plurality of Indian names. The Wyandot name waa Scionto, probably from oughscanoto, the word for deer, which favorite game of the Indians made their home along the stream It was, however, chiefly known-aa the meaning deer river.

Good Form and Etiquette Fixes When to Stand and When to Sit

To know when to stand and when to sit down is something that enters into the amenities of social life. There Is an etiquette about it which extends farther, and becomes a matter of patriotic expression, and of the courtesies of concert halls. The correct practice of these seeming trifles is an evidence of good breeding, and so becomes Important. There are times when boys and girls, and men and women all follow the same customs In these observances. Also there are times when boys and

Different Ways of Making Rugs By GRANDMOTHER CLARK

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THURSDAY, AUGUST 29, 1935.

DYES IMPORTANT AGENTS IN WAR AGAINST DISEASE The same dye that giv.es vivid color to a woolen, silk or cotton yarn may, in the hands of a physician, protect the life and health of human beings. Dr. Cary P. McCord points out in his article. "Chemists, Dyes and Doctors,” appearing in Hygeia Magazine. Among the several dyes used dailyin medical practice are phenol red, to test the degree of efficiency of the kidneys; eosin, for the blood count; scarlet red. for indolent ulcers, and methylene blue fSr the treatment of carbon monoxide poisoning. An assignment to make synthetic quinine from the then worthless product known as coal tar unexpectedly made the youthful William Henry Perkin the discoverer of tbs first coal tar dye. A wholly new field of chemistry was Introduced into England In 1557. Out of Per- ’ kin s beakers have come thousands of dyes which find their origin in the coal tar hydrocarbons, such as benzene, toluene and xylene, and are obtained by distillation. There are approximately 3,OOoMifferent synthetic dyes known today, providing a range of colors of the rainbow and surpassing In beauty, brilliance and stability those colors provided by nature. Perkin’s -discovery started the chemical world to deriving other dyes and chemicals from the lowly coal tar. A synthetic indigo was the goal. To Adolph Baeyer goes the credit for establishing the structure of the indigo molecule and the completion of the processes necessary for its’ production from coal. Heumann, another German chemist. discovered by accident the magic that changed Baeyer’s "near indigo” Into the commercial Indigo of today. Mercury was the necessary aatalyst

iff UfoUJi Mrs. M. E. nerson, whose/ A * QJa cakes, e t baked CLABBER ] GIRL, won J 44 awards at / jo £§/ the 1934 In- / diana State Fair. /Mll/jWft