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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 25, 1928)
£ IftRAY SQUARE A NEIGH300BLY NOVEL by QRACK g. RICHMOND t XXXI. “Doctor Rutherfordt” 4‘Yes, Miss JenneyT” The college president looked up pleasantly from behind her •rdeeod* desk. She presented to this new member of her fae olty not only the face of a woman of affairs but that of a 41*00(1 friend. Doctor Ruther ford was never too busy to be «t*cn by any one who really needed her. “I want to ask a tremendous favor." "Ask it. I can see it’s tre mendous.” "it’s the middle of the week. I’m deep in my class work. And yet, I want so much to rush down to New York and k e two men sail for South Africa this afternoon, I don’t know how not to ask you to let •jw go. One of these men is my brother, who has been—you know his story—very lately re leased. The other is the man I'm going to marry in two >rars—you know that, too. I thought I could let them go without seeing them again, but '—Doctor Rutherford—’’ "I see, my dear. You haven’t the stolid composure of an In dian chief or the iron will of an Italian dictator. Why should ■*ve expect it of youT You are a woman and you love these two men. Take the first train down, Miss Jenney. Of course you will explain to the Dean and to Professor Huston. Miss Dayton will see that your classes are looked after.” "I’ve told them already I was going to ask you. They— It’s a very bad time to spare *ue.” Nevertheless you are to be spared." "Oh, thank you, Dr. Ruther ford!" It’s not often done to college presidents. It had to he done to this one, this time. Jo glanced about her- the office was momentarily empty, even of the president’s secretary, who had gone to the next room to consult with somebody. Jo came forward, stopped, and laid the breath of a kiss on Doctor Rutherford’s broad white forehead. Then she was gone. Behind the closing door the president put her hand to her brow. She understood that only a very intense feeling could have prompted this unusual act from one of •Vier faculty. She smiled—and there was a touch of wistful ness in the smile. To have 1500 pseudo daughters can’t quite hr equal to having one real one. This was how it came about that, a few hours later, at the shore end of a gangway, Jo stood with either hand held fast in those of her "two men." They were really three now, for Dr. Carmichael Mae kr.y was there, too. She looked into the face of her brother Julian file face of a handsome hoy still, though there were 1 ' >s upon it and shadows un der the eyes, which told of 1 ~d exnerienco. ITe was full of excitement. How well she Ten embered that he was al ways exeited over somethin?. V e» voting man need >d guid in'’ than he. And he was to lie with Gordon Maelcay for two '>»utioHl years. How tluink To1 '•'» was for that! ‘‘•To, you wonderful girl! Th'-ro never was a sister like you i” "Julo! . . . T didn’t expect •to »n« Rut T had to " ■"T should sav you did. We T’,:° 1 to olan to get up to see you nw] surprise you. tint we eoid'H’l make it. T thought T eovMn’f sail without another 1 ork at you. I say. Jo—do you ki on- you’re a young ’'cutty?" "Nonsense. T’m just your sister, and you like to look at me.” "You bet T do. And, Jo— Canada Seeks Settlers Ed“orial Opinion of the Ohio State cm Journal. "Canada is working hard and spending large sums to stimulate immigration from the mothpr coun try She wants home makers to help develop and bring under cul ' thration the millions of acres ot If rattle prairie, now open and wild She is ’taming that home makers are not so numerous as job hunters Drring her last fiscal year she admitted 151.597, and there were 73.t ->4 Canadians who changed their hot”eland and came to the United ■Suie-a. Canada spent enormous V _ I I’m crazy over going to Africa —with your Gordon Mackay. He’s a peach, Jo, if I do say it to his face. After these three days with him he feels to me like an older brother. Scotty, I call him—he doesn’t seem to mind*. ” Jo looked at “her Gordon Mackay.” No doubt that he was hers! His answering look told her that. Never had he seemed to her such a rock of steadfastness as he did at this parting moment. And wonder fully good to look at—she had n’t quite known how good till she saw his face in contrast to her brothers more comely but far less interesting features, if one cared for virility in man’s looks rather than for boyish charm. “Scotty! That’s rather nice. T think I’d like to call you that, too,” she said. “Call me what you will, so that, you call me it on paper with every South African mail. T'm looking forward to those letters, Jo—I can’t tell you how.” “ff you’re looking forward to them as I am to yours, they ’ll jump out of the mail bags at each other, as they pass in the Atlantic.” But Julian couldn’t let his sister talk to her future hus band till be had had a word alone with her. He drew her to one side, with an apologetic glance at the older men. “Jo. you won’t think, seeing me off my head like this over going—that I’ve forgotten— any of it T My God. Jo—as if I could ever forget!” “No, dear. I understand.” “If you knew what it is to be free—” “Yes, Jule—I think I al most do know. I haven’t been exactly free—while you—” “No—I know—bless you! But—you can’t possibly feel what being out of that hell means. I don’t know how I ever—” “Don’t talk about it, dear. Try to forget. It’s a new life for you now. Oh, I’m so hap py that you’re going with Gor don.” “lie’s a prince. If you knew what lie’s done for me already “I can guess.” “I’m glad you’re going to marry him. lie’s a wonder.” There was not much time. The signal for going on board was given, Jo had a train to catch back. She did not mean to take more hours away from her post than were needed barely to necomplish her wish. Gordon said his farewells to his father, holding the strong hand hard and looking steadfastly into the eyes which looked steadfastly back. “I’m satisfied, laddie. And pleased well pleased. Don’t forget that.” “I’ll not forget, father. I couldn’t. It means too much to me.” Gordon earne to Jo. His gaze dwelt upon her as Julian kissed her and clung to her like the emotional boy he still was, in spite of his 25 years. When he let her go to Mackay there was little time left. “Josephine,” Gordon’s hand held hers tightly, his eyes were deep in hers, “in those letters 1 want every thought, every feeling, everything of you.” “You shall have everything. Gordon.” “I’ll give you back the same.” “Yes—I know.” He put his hand into an in ner breast pocket and drew out something. He put this into Jo’s hand and closed her fin gers over it tightly. (TO Bt. CONTINUED) sums bringing toer immigrants m, and the loss of 50 per cent, was painful and surprisir . one that im pressed the officials : the most un pleasant manner. ' ry want the people to stay and ..hare in the prosperity that con' ? with larger development, beeo: » permanent Canadians. There ; no way to compel them to str . but a 50 per cent, loss would be ruinous in any line oi business. Philosophic Stone Cracker—Well, my friend, ‘tis simply Pate that has caused us to be cr into prison. 1 Also in Stripes— ’ te— nothing! , It was my wife.— Jumping Meridians By LINTON WELLS and NELS LEROY JORGENSEN 1 Rogers was across the room. He saw his rival’s dark, hand some eyes following Frances’ progress as she parted the por tiers and slipped through them. He started after her and then felt a hand on his arm. “Jimmy—wait, won’t you?” It wag Billy Crane, who had lowered his voice so that it could scarcely be heard; yet there was an imperative eager insistence in it. “For what?” retorted Jim my impatiently. “For—oh, anything. She’s giong to turn you down, I know, just as certainly as 1 know you’re going to ask her. Wait until—oh, let’s talk it over tonight, at my house. Billy Crane seemed almost up set, even nervous. His glance flickered across to Rogers. “She—she’s his, Jimmy. 1 don’t want to see you make a fool of yourself for any girl. You’re too good a man I” Jimmy smiled quietly. “So that’s it!” He gripped his friend’s arm hard. “Forget it, old son. I’ve got to knoy\ ana this is the first chance I’ve had to discover. The sooner it’s aver—the better for me.” He went out, and the por ticrs fell behind him. CHAPTER II. Even as he stepped into the den, lighted now by only one pale lamp that shed a quite lovely glow over the girl’s hair where she lounged against the cushions of the window seat, Jimmy frowned at her first words. “You’re being serious, Jim my. Don’t you know that you’re not half as nice when you’re serious?” She hesitat ed her eyes on his face, and some of the determination there she seemed to sense. “If it really is serious, old thing, let’s have it. I'm due back there in a minute.” “So I supposed,” he niur I mured dryly. “Also, it is seri ous.” He stopped. Rogers, he reflected, would not have stopped there; Rogers would know what to do. But for the first time, Jimmy realized that he had never made love to any woman before. “Frances,” he began, “I wonder if you know why I've stayed on in New York.” Her blue eyes were wide, in genuous. She was terrifically beautiful, Jimmy thought, and the knowledge hit him with a sudden pang that was nearly fear. She lay back among the cushions of the window seat, with all the languid, well-bred grace of 19 and the drawing sophistication that comes with post-debutante days in New ! ork. “I haven’t thought,” she ac aeknowledged. “I rather fan cied people stayed in New York because it wasn’t abso lutely necessary for them to go anywhere else. Aren't you en joying it?” “Not a bit. I’m staying here because you're here, and be cause I want to be with you every minute, Frances. And I’m not enjoying it,” .Timmy rushed on, “because I’m not with you every minute. In fact, I’m scarcely ever with you—never alone!” She turned away, her gaze questing through the pallid blue twilight visible beyond the diamonded panes of the win dow. “Go on.” she murmured: “This is the first time you’ve made love to me, Jimmy.” “I can’t make love!” he ex claimed fiercely. “I can oidy tell you that you’re the only creature in all the world that matters to me—that I—” He stopped. She was looking at him again, wide-eyed, wonder ing, and puzzled. “Frances, 1 love you and I want you for nay wife. That’s all—I've stayed, to tell you that. And —and to hear your answer.” He looked away. He didn’t dare to touch her even though her white, slender hand was toying with one of the roses he had sent that morning—she was too fragile, too utterly lovely. For a long time there was silence in the den, while, from the room beyond, there came a low-pitched murmur of voices—a woman’s laugh. The laugh seemed to recall Frances Lassiter to the mom ent. Some sober mood which the ringing sincerity of Jim my’s words had induced dropped from her. For a mom ent it wras almost as though she had forgotten herself; as though she had been waiting as a child waits for the rising of the moon. Then—in the next breath, she was herself again; her eyes lost their dreamy' mistiness- her face its soft petulance. “It’s a perfectly oorking idea—marrying you, I suppose, Jimmy,” she murmured, and he watched her red, drooping lips as they brushed lightly over the dew-wet petals of the rose. “But then, I can’t get wild about it. I’d feel as though I were married to an in ternational time-table.” She hesitated; then a slow smile grew. “And at that, a time-table is useful, once in a while.” The slight note of levity caused a little frown between Jimmy’s eyes. Also, it helped to balance him. “If you knew time-tables as I do, you wouldn’t even say that,” he returned coolly. “But even so, I think you’re laying it on a bit thick. I’m useful, occasionally.” Ruminatively, he ran his fingers through his hair. “Get stuck some time in Port Said< or Honkgong or Zanzibar, and mention my name. I’ll admit I’m rather a flivver in New York; but I've not been entire ly useless in some corners.” “I suppose so,” she mur mured. “You’ve been a good newspaper man, they say. And apprently you’ve mado a strike somewhere. I wonder, though, it you know what an expensive luxury I am. I’m demanding, too—of many things. Port Said and Zanzibar aren’t New York. If I were to marry oy, what would you be offering your wife—besides past perform ances in dubious ports?” “Then I must offer you something besides—b esides love?” he asked gravely. Frances caught her lower lip between two white teeth and looked intently at the floor.But at last she gave a fretful toss to her golden hair and spoke. “It’s customary, isn’t it? Have you ever thought of do ing something really worth while something big? Ana then—” “Then come back!” he fin ished eagerly. “Then—” But she never fin ished. Jimmy Brandon turned at a slight sound behind him. The portiers were parted. Austin Rogers stood between them. The millionaire bowed, with a swift, half-ironical glance from one to the other of the room’s occupants. “I’m sorry!” he exclaimed. “So sorry. I’ve—intruded?” (TO BE CONTINUED) His Nightmare From Life "Does your wife nag you as much as formerly?” "Yes; but now she calls it psy choanalyzing.” IMPATIENT DRIVERS Prom Gary Post-Tribune One cf the meet characteristic facts about automobile driving is the excited, nervous and impatient way in which a multitud? of peo ple are driving. You will often see a man tearing through a city street, and then suddenly turning in some where to park his car, after which he may not act in any particular hurry. No reason will often appear why he was in such a haste. Yet such a man may have made people jump and compelled pedestrians and drivers to give up the right of way hat fairly belonged to them. It is » difficult thing to control, because I the number ol such impatient driv i ers is very large. If there was a gen ; eral disposition to impose revere J penalties on such driving there ! would be a powerful protest. But the time will come when our people will see the folly of allowing such driving and will take measures to stop It. LOCATION From Punch. Jones (to constable who is taking down description of missing wife)— j And-er-two very pronounced dim , pies. 1 Constable (with poised pencil)— j Chin or knees? ITALY’S BIRTH RATE FALLS Decline Cavses Alarm and Press Urges Larger Population Prom th9 London Observer. France’s low birth rate we are Accustomed to read about every so often, especially when there is brought to notice the energetic campaign there to encourage an increase. But it is somewhat of a novelty, we are told, to hear that the decline of the birth rate in fascist Italy is such as to cause serious alarm. The latest official returns show that in the first six months of this year there was a reduction in the number of births bv 2 per cent as compared with the same period last year. Moreover, it is related, the southern provinces, which have always had the highest birth rate until now, show the greatest decline. In Puglia the dif ference registered is just over 5 per cent. The press urge*; the vital impor tance of a growing population. Italy, it is declared, can not Take its proper rank among the big pow ers unless an increase of at least half a million takes place each year. Fascism has been looking for ward to a population of 80 millions by the end of the century, anil this d.sline has come as an unpleasant surprise, especially after all that has been said and written in favor of large families: after the tax on bachelors, and the rebate of taxes in favor of fathers of seven chil dren and over. But even this cloud has a silver lining, because census returns show that there are actually still 20.000 families in Italy which boast more than 10 children apiece. A Maniac Contest Worcester Gazette. The Merchants’ Limited is a crack train. It makes good time between New York and Boston, over the shore line route of the New York, New Haven and Hartford railroad. It leaves New York at 5 o’clock in the afternoon and is due in Boston at 10:10 in the evening, daylight saving time. The country through which it runs is thickly populated, but it is enabled to make this time safely and regularly because it runs on steel rails where at all times it has a clear right-of-way. Barring unusual occurrences, it finds it necessary to make only a few scheduled halts during the journey. An automobile is not an express train. When an automobile leaves New York for Boston, following the shore or any other route, it has no business making the time of an ex press train. It it leaves New York at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, it should not be due in Boston for hours after 10 in the evening. The country through which it would have to run is thickly populated, and it would have to go on roads where much of the time it would not have a clear right-of-way. Bar ring most unusual circumstances, it should find it necessary to make more than a few halts, travel more than a few miles slowly because of traffic encountered during the Jour ney. A man who would race an auto mobile on the road against an ex press train on the rails should have his head examined. If the facts in the case of the New Yorker who is said to have raced the Merchants' Limited from New York to Boston, beating it by checking in at a Bos ton hotel 18 minutes before the train was due in Boston, are cor rectly reported, the most drastic ac tion Registrar of Motor Vehicles Parker can take would appear to be inadequate. Behind the wheel of his road lo comotive, this man is pictured as driving at a speed never less than 40 miles an hour reaching 83 at times and maintaining an average of 53 for the whole frantic journey. It is somewhat unnecessarily stated that there were many narrow es capes from collisions. Altogether, the n>,Ure of one of as insane an exhibition of motor mania as could well be drawn. There must have been many, manv places where the minimum of 40 miles an hour was greatly excev.ive speed; there could have been no place where 80 miles an hour was justi fied. To make the tale complete, the trip is said to have been done on a wager. An attempt to com mit, an undetected murder would hardlv be a less fitting subject for a wager This wager put everv pass enger of everv car the racer pas-ed on the road in danger of death or inlury. Massachusetts’ action will not be sufficient unless it is followed bv action in New York. Rhode Island and Connecticut,. A man who would race a train with an auTomobile has no future business on any road in anv state. But perhaos he didn’t do it. and us all a joke anyway. How could he havp raced like *his past the po lice of four states? ELEPHANT IN MALAY STATES. From the North China Standard. "Bring the elephant around at 9." is quite the convention first order of the day when traveling in por tions of the Malay states, according to Mr Robert V. Walton, ol New York, now in Tokio. In Siam. Mr. Walton said, the ele phants work in "gangs,” with an "overseer” who is quick to repri mand any laziness. The boss ele »ant jangles a heavy chain in the direction of any shirker and. if the offense is repeated, resorts to more drastic punishment. When the teak logs are floated down from the north and the dreaded iam occurs, the elephants quickly discover the key log and break the jam. Proof Positive. From Kuprox. 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