The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, October 25, 1928, Image 8

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    £ 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.
"I once knew a man who stayed
home with his wife every night for
30 years.”
“Ah! that was true love."
“No, it was paralysis.”
Q. What part of the ordinary re
ceipts of the Treasury does the in
come tax furnish? L. H.
A. In the fiscal year 1927 the total
ordinary receipts of the United
States treasury department amount
ed to $4,128.422.887 61, of which
amount $2,219,952 72 was represent
ed as Income tax receipts.
Conchas that Add
StuktoVmses
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It’* amazing to
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transformed by a
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If you are sure
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Diamond Dyes, Burlington Vermont.
Aviator* Have Found
Use for Old ’Chutee
Muffles for aviators are being made
from womout parachutes used in the
aviation branch of the United States
army.
Parachutes are made of the finest,
softest Japanese silk. They are mad*
in many pieces, so that if a break
occurs it will not run the entire length
of the cloth.
A parachute usually lasts about five
rears. The silk is then turned in and
the larger pieces are used to malte
mufflers for pilots. The soft silk
serves a valuable purpose in protect
ing the throat of the wearer from
chafing of the helmet strap, especial
ly on long hops.
After the World war the discarded
covering of airplane wings was much
In demand by both men and women
for outing shirts.
r
The Doctor
It is essential that my car
should always operate prop
erly and accordingly I use
Champion Spark Plugs.
Champion is the better
spark plug because it
has an exclusive silli
manitc insulator spe
cially treated to with
stand the much higher
temperatures of the
modern high-compres
sion engine. Also a new |
patented solid copper
gasket-sealthatremains
absolutely gas-tight
under high compres
sion. Special analysis
electrodes which assure
a fixed spark-gap under
all driving conditions.
CHAMPION
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Toledo, Ohio VI
Dependable for Every Engine
Without a Cover
Miss Tattle—I had a most romantic
gift sent me. Just this plain open
box with “Meet Your Counterpart”
on it. What can It mean?
Miss Tittle—My dear, how in
triguing. Did you say it won’t shut
up?—London Opinion.
On the quiet—that bottle on the
dumbwaiter.
Reputation Is a bubble that is very
easily punctured.
Replace old
I or inferior
tubesu ith new
Cunningham
Tubes and
enjoy modem
radio repro
duction.
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