The Syracuse Journal, Volume 28, Number 24, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 10 October 1935 — Page 6

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SPRINGBOK KILLS COW Springboks, which: appear in motion pictures and to most people of Africa seem to be very demure animals, have their likbs and dislikes. This was demonstrated by one during a stock sate in Nigel, South Africa, recently. As soon as it sighted a new cow the springbok broke away .from its owner add drove its horns into the side of the bossy until the domestic animal was, dead.

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SYNOPSIS Following his father's criticism of his Idle life, and the withdrawal of financial assistance. Hal Ireland, son of a wealthy banker, finds himself practically without funds but with the promise of a situation in San Francisco, which ho must reach, from New York. He takes passage with a cross-country auto party on a "share expense'* basis. Other, members of the party include an attractive girl. Barry Trafford; middleaged Giles Kerrigan; Sister Anastasia, a nun; and an individual whom he instinctively dislikes, Martin Crack. Barry’s reticence annoys him. To Kerrigan he takes at once, but he distrusts Crack. He finds his Intimacy with Kerrigan ripening, and makes a little progress with Barry. Through a misunderstanding, at a stopping place. Hal Is directed to Barry's room, instead of his own. and they exchange kisses. Next day he tells her he loves her. She answers that she mustn’t love him. ■ without giving any reason. Crack brutally Insults Kerrigan. Ha! forces him to apologise abjectly, and his feeling of enmity and disgust toward Crack Is Intensified. Barry promises Hal that next day she will reveal the shadow of despair that hangs over her. She tells him that, at her father’s urging, she had married a man many years older than she. and had promised her father, •on his deathbed, to stick to her husband, "no matter what happened,” for ten years. That was four years ago, and despite her knowledge of her husband’s unworthiness, she is adamant In her determination to keep her promise, though acknowledging her love for Hat CHAPTER Vll—Continued "Hadn’t really planned to get stuck anywhere." said Hal, Crack flushed a very little, but his lazy eyes still smiled as he bounced the ball again. Then the others came, and Hal tried .to rout the discomfort nnder his skin by a look at Barry’s fresh, unconscious bravery of carriage. She was then’, and real: the slick of gold under her hat. the color touched to her smooth cheeks, the clear, young texture of her throat In the whiteframed opening. It" was Impossible to conceive of her —of that man; yet under the habitual perceptions and responses that still commanded Hal's behavior. It was Impossible not to try to conceive of him. They were in Rawlins for a late lunch, with a sort of awed fatigue upon them nil at the thought of having covered three hrfndred and fifty miles since getting up. Mrs. Pulsipher's one contribution before sustenance arrived surprised Hal a good deal: she looked at him severely, almost unfriendly, and said, “You’re a fine driver, Mr. Ireland." Then there was food, and Mrs. Pulsipher- was very busy. "When do you think we might come to Los Angeles?** Sister Anastasia asked Hal; she looked down shyly, sorry to have put so bothersome a question. “Per’aps you cannot say. But there Is some one waiting for me In Santa Barbaraend if you could per'aps tell me when wlazwould possibly be there. It would not be bad to telegraph from ’ere—even if we did not come there In time.” Hal borrowed Kerrigan’s pocket map and took out his pencil to measure. "Look." Tie said, showing her: "if you don't mind traveling hard"—her limpid, gentle eyes deplored the Implication that she was the only one to be considered—“we can be in Evanston—there —tonight Salt, I-ake City Is perhaps a little far. Then tomorrow night we can be in- Las Vegas, and the distance from there to Los Angeles Is less than what we have done thls morning. So day o after tomorrow. I ‘Should think, the bon Dleu wining." Day after tomorrow: and Barry had said. Los Angeles will end everything. It wasn't true; there was no end. "Do you think I should telegraph?” she said, and under her modest acquiescence, Hal could see the unpleading trouble. With a grace that would not have come if he had calculated it, be put his band over hers on the table. “Sister. telegraph that.’’ he said, smiling tender assurance, "and we will get there." Her eyes thanked him again, and wished they could show him something that would help him too. After lunch she went to telegraph. Kerrigan wl|h her. and the Pulsipher* disappeared In search of souvenirs and popcorn. Crack sat on the run nlngboard of the car, his narrow body basking in the sunlight at his eyes did in their own pleasant thoughts. When Barry came from seeing to Dr. Caligari’s loach, Bal want to her and said, “Rida with me this afternoon." "I think I'd better not," she said thoughtfully. “I’ll be good—l swear I’ll be goad," said Hal. She looked ar- him In quick remorse. "Darling, I didn’t mean that It's Sister Anastasia. She's worried now, poor dear thing. She dreamt about her brother. Sometimes she held my hand this morning. If that helps, I’d like to be with her." He tried not to look disappointed—smiled and leaned over to push his flat against Doctor Caligari’s muzzle, wet and cool from a drink, but already panting Again. "Right," he said. “I know. X hope to God we get there before her brother dies.” “Hal," she said, and he straightened up, “I’ve got to cheat, pace." She looked down wonderlngly at his month, then back at his eyes, and her quick whisper said. “I love you." i She went toward the door of the car, and Crack lounged up to open IL "Don’t like the sunlight?” be said, but [ she got in without appearing to have

heard him, her attention all for Doc’s mistrust of Crack’s courtesy. Crack shut the door and sat down again, speculating drowsily on Hal. "Like the sunlight," he said. “Like the way It bites on your* skin, through your clothes." Barry’s whisper repeated . itself, quickly, softly, over and over in Hal’s running blood. Think of nothing but that, you fool—nothing but that and the power, the omnipotence that rushes in it: there’s nothing will stand against you—nothing will dare haunt you. Then he heard the echo of Crack’s slow words and focused his look. “Mm," he said in absent flatness, “so do L” "Moonlight," said Crack, his shy smile spreading a little, "doesn't bite on your skin, but it’s nice.” He kept looking at Hal as if he expected him to say something. “There’d ought to be a good moon tonight.” "Ought?’" said Hal. He leaned over to uncllp the hood and look at the oil gauge, the private waiting of Crack's blue eyes out of his vision, but only partly dismissed. For more than an hour. Hal and Kerrigan didn’t speak beyond monosylables; yet it was as if the.deepening of their sympathy had become tangible within the huge encompassment of this country—vast sweeps of sun-baked space under the sky, gigantic features definitely cleft from the petrified rafters of the world itself, sharp aspects balanced In unbreathlng clearness —so very graduallly shifted by the mortal hurry of the car. When Kerrigan grunted, or Hal murmured some single exclamation to himself, it was acknow lodgment of what they not only watched, but felt, interpreted together. Sqmehow the awe of profligate natural grandeur and the tonic of single human understanding were akin for Hal —not In their silent speech, but In their teaching to his unfledged spirit, his once disdainful," once indifferent, unfledged spirit. ■’ One low. baking town commemorated the Overland Stage route with an old coach, weathered and »brittle but still holding the grace of its curved underbody, the quaintness of its little windows. Beyond, there was an

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emergency landing field—red-and-whlte striped hut, beacon, and boundaries, arbitrarily fresh and trim In the mid die of infinite emptiness. And a Uttered roadside stand or two offered incongruous memorial to another brave tradition *ln the name. “Pony Express Bar-B-Q." Somewhere beyond the bare, dry, sage-tufted basin of the Divide, they came on road construction, the surface leaving no doubt that it was necessary. For five miles they bumped slowly on into harder going—«o slowly at last that the magpies at a dead coyote, limply huddled against some white thistle poppies beside the road, didn't start up until the car bounced out of a bole abreast of them. “D—n, this is awful.” said HaL Kerrigan said, “Stop ar that car up there, and Hl ask the fella what they’ve got that’s better." < The fella said there were eight more miles of this, and ’after that a good deal more, but there was a sideroad half a mile west there, and If you turned south on that and kept bearing west - you couldn't lose the way’ and you’d come into the route again after the worst was over. So they turned off in half a mile, lumbered across a rocky ditch that scraped Rasputin’s undersides: but there was the dusty tracks of other cars ahead and the going was much better. Then Hal drove smartly around a twist onto an outcrop of Sagged rock in the middle of the road: there was a bump, a crack, and a ripping sound underneath, and with a lifeless sigh Rasputin rolled to a sedate, silent stop. "Waterloo! Waterloo! Waterloo! Morne plainer said Kerrigan. "Here’s a sitchation.” "What’s the matter?" Pulsipher asked, leaning forward. "I think there may be something wrong with the car," said Kerrigan. "Oh.” said John. As Hal got out, he said to Kerrigan. “How fhr d’you make It we've come from the highway F

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“ ’Bout five miles,** said Kerrigan. “But it didn’t look like the Pennsylvania station there either, as I recall.” “No,” said Hal glumly. He squatted down in the road to look under the car and saw a jagged plate of tin hanging ominously, under the front seat. “Lord!” he murmured and straightened to look back along the road. There lay the battery, in two 1 pieces, near the torn remains of the tin box that had held it up. He walked back to It: It was efficiently wrecked, the bitter water already drunk down by the ground and the plates stuck over with grit. Hal nudged a piece of tin with his toe when Kerrigan and Crack came up, saying: “Look at the flimsy thing. Should’ve noticed that in Detroit, I s’pose. D—« If all anyway.” “It’s a wonder we’re alive,” said Kerrigan, dropping the dead cigarette end from his lips a* he raised a fresh one. “So what?” “You hold the fort here; I’ll go back to the highway and get a lift into a town and come out with another battery as soon as I can get it" Crack made a sudden little sound, his eyes stirred by uncertain hope, and he said. ’TH go. Let me go.” Hal looked at him quickly, for a hint of his motive. That it was not merely to be of service he felt certain; yet Crack couldn’t be afraid to stay out here. The drowsing eyes, smiling to themselves, weren’t concerned with sea only to consider a lazy amusement in going on the errand. Hal was about to give his offer curt dismissal when Kerrigan said. “Sure, let him go.” An authority in Kerrigan’s voice subdued Hal’s feeling he should do it himself, left him open to the thought of an hour or two with Barry, Crack and his covert knowledge, his indolent curiosity, removed. They had the fella’s bag and his fare; and. ... “All right," said Hal, “If you won’t start telegraphing and waiting for answers again. Now, look.” He made notes of what he wanted on the back of an envelope of Kerrigan’s, explaining each item carefully to Crack. “Got money?” He slapped his pocket so that the heavy collection of silver dollars chinked. Crack smiled as if Hal’s care amused him, and he said, “Yeah—more'n fifty dollars.” ’’Right," said Hal. “Keep track of what you spend; and make It fast as you can." j“Sure” said Crack amiably. He seemed for a moment to speculate on what Hal might be thinking of him. Then, moderately embarrassed, be said, “Well—-so long”; and he started back along the dusty road, bls narrow, graceless figure incongruous and small against the enormous panorama beyond him. After a silent moment of watching him. Hal said in rueful quiet, “1 don’t know why we let him do it” “He’ll be all right,” said Kerrigan. “Can’t say I love him like a brother, but he’ll be all right." “Why, d —n him.” said Hal suddenly, “It was this morning—in Cheyenne—he asked If everything was all right so that we wouldn’t get stuck.” . “He’s a right queer little man," said Kerrigan, still curiously watching him go. “Ever notice the tops of bi* ears?” “What is It that’s odd about his ears?” said Hal, half turning back to the car, then glancing round again. “They look as if they were trying to come to a point,” said Kerrigan. “I’ve seen only two or three pairs like ’em. And always on secret little men." Mrs. Pulsipher sat there, neither grim nor martyred, but as if nervously on the lookout for a chance of placating some one. Hal smiled in at Sister Anastasia and told her, "We’ll still be there day after tomorrow;” but it seemed like a reckless statement The nun’s modest eyes showed him thanks and belief: her hand moved up from where, beside her, it had been in Barry’s. And Barry’s look at him was one of tender confederacy in sparing Sister Anastasia her reticent concern. Then Hal explained the situation briefly and sat down on the running board to smoke a cigarette. All around here was space and stillness, with the dry radiance of pie lowering sun hot upon It As far as you could see, nothing stirred; for miles and miles away nothing made a sound. “What's It liable to do out here at night?” said Hat “Rain? Get cold?” "Might get a little cooler," said Kerrigan, “but ’twon’t rain. Be a fine night" "We seem to be assuming we’ll be here Into the night," said Hal “How about bears and tigers?” "Not many” said Kerrigan. Hal looked at him and found his heavy face grave and respectful. -What’s up?" “I’m sorry you’ve got things on your mind,” Kerrigan said quietly. Hal took a long breath and smiled at him. “1 s’pose that’s one thing a mind's for,” he said. Then: “I sort of thought 1 wasn’t keeping it from you. And that helps, too. Colonel, I want to ask you about something later—later, when—ls you’ll let me.” Kerrigan's heavy, somehow graceful hand patted Hal’s leg; he glanced off at the layered rampart of rock beyond the tiny railroad line, then down between his knees. “You keep after her,” be said. “She’s worth plenty. And if you want to talk, here I am.” The door on the other side of the car slammed and Barry, with Doc eagerly beside her, came round to them, watching them as if they were a pair of amusing children when they rose before her. (TO BE CONTINUED) Creating New Industries When a workman In a Welsh slate quarry fried his dinner of ham and eggs on a piece of waste slate, notes a writer in the Montreal Herald, the slate expanded with the treatment and was found ultimately to be excellent material for making a new, light concrete. Thus, a new industry was created, giving work to hundreds. Other mistakes In. the past have led to new industries. Blotting paper was invented because a workman In a paper mill forgot to put In the requisite amount of size. The turpentine Industry has benefited by more than £200,000 in a few years because a left-handed negro used a right-handed axe to make a slash in a pine tree. The tree gave a greater yield.

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