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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 12, 1936)
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Cuticura Ointment also helps heal and restore smooth, clear skin. Cuticura Soap, quick lathering, mildly medicated, ideal for toilet and bath. Each 25c. All druggists. CUTICUR^ WNU—U 46—36 MORNING DISTRESS ndue toacid, upset stomach. Milnesia wafers (the orig inal) quickly relieve acid stomach and give necessary elimination Each wafer equals 4 teaspoonfuls of milk of magnesia. 20c, 35c & 60c. PATTERNS OF, ? WOLFPEN Harlan HdcKer^ puJ^rahen/ 0 Irwin My*!**** <#/yr,y4/ 74/ Cs W N.U 3£fLVt<8 CHAPTER XV—Continued -18 Jasper hurried in after Abral. "What is it, Jasper?” Cynthia cried. "Jasper! Tell me! What is it?” Jasper was getting tlie lantern from the medicine-room, very calm. "I don’t know,” lie said. "The Finemare’s down there in a hot shiver. She's been running hard. The bridle's gone and the saddle's slipped.” "But how would she get through the mill gate, Jasper?” "How do 1 know?” They were al ready going through the door. Cyn thia in a panic of fear seized a shawl and ran after them. “Walt, Jasper! Wait! I'm com ing, too," she cried. "No, you’re not!” Jasper shouted. “You stay right here and look after things till we get back." It was so sudden and Imperative that it hatted her on the porch. “That mare’s run tnree or four miles,” lie was still shouting from the yard. "We’ll get back as soon as we can.” Jasper fed the Finemare and qui eted her in the stall while Abral got the saddle mules, and then they rode fast down Wolfpen. Cynthia, alone, watched the jostling lantern disappear in the cold night. Then she turned and went back through the yard to the square of light in the open door. "Women always must sit and wait and suffer while the menfolk get relief in doing something,” she sobbed at the door. The house was deathly silent. She dropped into the chair by the smoldering logs and began the long waiting. Time was no longer going on. It was waiting with her. Cynthia, yearn ing for it to move on, felt the hys teria of being imprisoned in an ar rested moment which would not end. She paced the floor, poshing against it. She put a log on the lire, watching it burn without ex ploding the stopped instant of time. "How does a body live in eternity?” She stood in the open door look ing at the mass of Cranesnest, a little blacker than the dark. She imagined each possible accident that could happen, enacting it sharply in her mind, shuddering at it, dismissing it, creating another in its place. She tilled the sputter ing teakettle which had boiled dry in the motionless time of the wait ing. It continued for three hours. Cyn thia felt that more hours had passed by her in this one lone eve ning than had gone through Wolf pen since April of a year ago. Then, “Women Always Must Sit and Wait and Suffer.” when she thought she could abide it no longer without screntnlng and running after Jasper and Abral, Abral came out of the dark end of the moment and wearily proceeded by his voice muttering, “The yel low, stump-squattin* devils." “What is it, Ab b1? Tell me what happened,' she cried. Hut Abral was almost Incoherent, and she had to put it together piece by piece, disengaging the words of Abral from the thoughts worn deep into her own mind by three hours of repetition: finding the bridle caught on the latch in the gate by the mill where the Finemare had got through: the search up Gannon Creek road; stopping at Castle's place and John sa ' ing, “Sure, boys, I heard that boss go by running fast and light-footed, but 1 Just didn't think uny more about It”; searching up Gannon to Ferguson’s and George saying, “I heard a horse go by earlier in the evening but I didn't pay no attention to it hardly. Was that Spnrrel's mare? It wouldn’t hardly have throwed Sparrel”; the growing body of men searching on up the creek toward Stepstone. Among the great stones by the elitT at the upper ford where the bridle trail branches olT for Pike vllle, they found Sparrel Pattern crumpled up in the sand. 11 is hoots still glistened with the wet from the ford, lie lay on his right side, his left leg bent, his right hand clutching at the small pebbles. Ilis head was crushed and fallen on the sand. Under the pale light of the lanterns shone sand crystals cling ing to the blood on his forehead above the dead eyes and in his hair. They carried him over to Fergu son’s place for the night. Jasper would stay there and ride over for Jesse and the girls at daybreak. She seemed not to be hearing Ahral's words now, only looking at the fire unseeing, feeling herself being crushed to death among the stones while a lantern beam fell on the sund glints In the blood. It was too much after the house alone, waiting. She collapsed into the chair and buried her face deep in both hands and cried; not hearing Abral saying, “The stump-squattin' cowardly devils. Waylaying him, knocking In his head from behind.” They laid Sparrel among the sandstones on Cranesnest Shelf. The crowd of people was so great that it filled the house, the yard and the barn-lot. All down Wolfpen as far as the mill those who felt them selves strangers stood In little groups paying respect to Sparrel Pattern. Doug Mason came as far as the bend below the orchard, and sat there on his mule, the handless arm thrust into his coat, and the sight less eye turned aside, watching them bear Cynthia’s father up the path. The people wept. Lucy and Jenny cried from the house to the grave. Cynthia had wept in the night. S*arrel’s voice was stopped and his feet were still, the medi cine-room was empty, the desk by the mantel was closed and the ledg er was ended. There could be no more grief now, only the lonely and silent and fruitless ache of the days and the nights after the people were gone away. Cynthia felt through the first days that this sorrow could not be eased. She dreamed It at night, seeing her father not Sparrel and yet her fa ther among the stones which were both the stones at the upper ford and those on Cranesnest Shelf. It came over her In the daytime when, forgetting it for a time, she would feel a wondering unhappiness for an instant before there hurst upon her the full weight of the sorrow. And yet the grief did mysterious ly lose its sharpness under the com pulsion of daily living and working, the finality of the past event, and the gradual reassertion of young life. Jesse stayed on restlessly at the house for a few days and then went back to his law. Jenny stayed on for two nights, crying, and then went back to Horsepen Branch. Abral went again to Dry Creek where the first March rains were flooding the dnm for driving the logs. Jasper rode over to town with Jesse, and when he returned he mentioned that he was marrying Jane in n few weeks now. Lucy stayed on through the week, but Cynthia could not determine wheth er It was better or worse to have her in the house talking. She would hide herself away from Lucy and go over it all in her mind: the joy of the spring before Shellcnberger came, the foreboding when Sparrel sold the land, the wonder of Ueuben Warren on that afternoon with a compass on his arm, the slow and sinister way the outside world had pushed info Dry Creek and then reached out for Doug .Mason, for tier mother Julia, for the father Sparrel, for the old way of life Wolf pen had known so long. She thought of the brutal ir revocability of the blunt stone on tier father's skull in the hands of wicked men. And nothing to do about it except wait for Sheriff Hatler to find the murderer and kill him under the law while her father met the dissolution on Cranesnest. Now they were both gone and Jas per would bring Jane Burden to this place In Julia’s stead. In Cynthia’s stead. Surely it was uil done now. She wondered whether Iteuhen were still out in the hills and where, and if he knew. And while site was yet wonder ing he came. It was late afternoon on a warm day in March a week after the burial of Sparrel. There was a moist wind in the hollow with the breath of spring in It, and the sun almost ready to move the col orless days out of the hills, fore seeing April on Its slow way up from the south. Cynthia was bending over a skill et with an Iron spoon in her hand when she heard the gate click. She laid the spoon on the back of the stove before she went to the door to see who it could be. She stood transformed In the doorway looking at him, not daring to believe It was Reuben, thinking he must be far away at the other end of the river. She was wordless before him In her joy. For one brief instant she looked down reflectively at her dress to make sure she was not re living those humiliating moments of the late spring, hot, burned, weep ing, spattered with corn-meal. But she was cool and unhurried, and the tan dress was cleau and fresh. Reu ben saw at once that under the re sponsibility und sorrow of the months she had grown In charac ter and loveliness. !She was a wom an and not a child, but it was the woman the girl of the summer hud portended. They looked at each other Incom plete silence and without move ment. Then Cynthia stepped through Iter transfiguration down to the porch, and Reuben came to her with his eyes shining. Site felt herself swept toward him, and away from grief. “Reuben!" "Cynthia!’’ Then site gave him tier hand, bringing the moment buck from this exalted reach to the more familiar plane where human beings meet In speech. “You know?” she said. “Yes, Cynthia. I am sorry.” “How did you learnt” “It was in the paper at home day before yesterday, I started as soon us 1 heard." “1 am glad you came, Reuben.” “I wish I could have come sooner." Lucy had come in haste to the kitchen and then to the door. “Cyn thia, 1 smell supper. . . . Oh!" The beautiful moment of their meeting was ended. The coming of Reuben seemed to break into the fixed mood of so lemnity that hud settled over the house since Sparrel’s death. Some times nt the supper, without forget ting the dead, they almost recap tured the excitement of ttie spring before. And after they had talked over in hushed words all the story of the pnst weeks, It did not seem inappropriate to think of them selves and to mention other places. The sun continued through the following day, the warmth flowing down the hollows. “it begins to have a touch of spring,” Reuben said. “You said you would come back in the spring.” “Yes. Let’s walk a little way.” “Up to the rock by the syca more,” she suggested. They went by the desolate gar den which had been full of Julia’s Mowers last July, and came to the stone where they had first sat to gether. The sun lay warm on the stone. The brown pods on the syc amore tree jangled in the wind at the end of yellowing limbs barren of leaves. “It seems like she ought to be there In the garden,” Reuben said. "You thought that, too?” Cynthia cried. “Yes. I have thought of this place often,” lie said, “I have not been here since,” she said, "but I have thought myself here. Do you believe some places— like this—get to be a part of—of what two people are to each other?” ies, uynuuu. auis piace wm always be you and me.” She looked full at him seriously for an Instant, knowing by his voice and his eyes that they were speak ing the same lunguage in the same world. She had never before, even in her dreams of Lady Arabella and the pear tree, been more radi ant, as though this moment were the appointed one for the unfolding of the essential woman out of sor row into happiness. They were leaning against the stone, silent. He slipped his arm around her waist. She did not withhold herself, and she was half startled at the thought of her forwardness. He held her left hand in his, and with his right hand she brushed at the moss on the stone. She felt herself be ing reboas, almost trembling and in awe before the smile of God which changed the world so soon since yesterday. “It’s wonderful to see you again,” Iteuben said. “I’ve stood on a ridge waiting for tin* ax-men to clear u line through the brush and heard the doves make that lonesome sound and I thought about you up here on Woifpen. I have wanted you.” She surrendered to her joy with out speaking, watching the sun on the top of Cranesnest, listening to his voice and making her own un spoken words. “You’ve had a lot of trouble." he said. “I’ve thought about that. So many things can happen all of a sudden." "Yes,” she said Anally, “things you don't ever dream could happen.” “1 think you’ve about had your share now, Cynthia." She had never talked to anyone of her grief. Now she was over come by the moment, by her feel ings and Ids sympathy, and she un loosed to him ail that had been tight in her heart so long: the sick ness ami quick death of Julia, Spnrrel’s wordless unhappiness and growing concern over Dry Creek, Doug Mason, Jesse’s going away, giving up the Institute to look after things, the break-up of the place, and Jasper’s approaching marriage. As she talked, she drew nearer to him and it was wonderful to her to feel the miracle of the burden lifting and the heart being purged of its heaviness, lleubcn put his hand on her cheek, pulling her face gently to confront his own. There were tears In her eyes. Ills arm tightened nround her. It did not seem forwurd to her now to be In his arms in this hollow. The growth of their afTectlon had been constant in the months of separation and needed only this brief intimacy to reveal Itself full blown. “Cynthia,” he snid. She looked at him. “I’ve been thinking nnd making a lot of plans since 1 left here.” lie hesitated an instant, looking Into her eyes. Then he continued: “There’s two or three years of work down in Boyd and the neigh boring counties just surveying the land the iron works companies are buying up. They’re putting up an other blast furnace and n nail mill. I do nearly all the Held work now. And Catlettsburg Is a pretty place. After you pass the center of town nnd the stores you come to a wide street with sidewalks nnd trees and idee houses In big yards. Then the hill begins, not a high hill, just a river hill. And about half-way up there is a Utile house in a cherry and apple orchard with a garden behind it. It's painted white and has a wide porch nnd there are three sets of steps up from the He Kissed Her. street. You look right out over the town and the treetops to the Ohio river and where the Iilg Sand.v comes around West Virginln, and across to the farms in Ohio all the way back to the hills. You can see the big boats on the river, and the little ones on the Big Sandy and the rnfts that come floating down both rivers. There's a new steam ferry to South Point and a new wharf. You can see the trains go ing up to Richardson and down to Ashland and Cincinnati. It’s not like here on Wolfpen, but It Is a nice place.” ‘‘It sounds like a right nice place. Does somebody live In It?" “Right now some people live in it, but next month they’re going to move to a plnce over In Coalgrove In Ohio where he’s going to work, and then It will be empty.” She was trying to picture this place and all the bustling life it looked out upon, laying it in her mind’s eye beside the quiet and se clusion of Wolfpen where she had spent her life. “Cynthia.” She blotted out everything else and looked up Into his eyes. “I love you more than anything. Will you do me the honor to be my wife and come down there and live with me?" It wasn't thnt she was surprised or actually taken unawares. It was Just the hearing of it A warm Hush overspread her face. She dropped her eyes to the moss on the stone and then lifted them be yond it through the bare sycamore limbs to the cloud fluff above the Pinnacle golden In the sun. "Will you?” he said. “Yes, Reuben, if you want tnr to,” she said. * “When?’ “April.” lie kissed nor, noiuing ner tight in his arms, and it was natural and inevitable like a curled wave form ing fiir out under the sky and mov ing always shoreward till it breaks at last on the rim of warm sand. ‘‘1 love you more than anything,” he said. "And I love you, Reuben." Every burden oppressive to men, commanding pity for their unhappy lot, writing the marks of sulTering below their eyes, and warping the lines about their mouth, was re moved from them as they walked slowly down the hollow while the sun was hurrying out of the valley in its endless flight before the stitrs. And through their eyes made bright by the high passion of their hope, the world was a new and beautiful place wherein no sorrow and no failure could ever intrude (TO HE CONTINUED) Athlone, a Gateway Athlone is the gateway both t. that part of Ireland lying west oi the River Shannon, and to two lit erary shrines: I.lssoy, to which Oil ver Goldsmith gave fame as “lovely Auburn,” und Edgeworthstown, where Marla Edgeworth, the novel 1st, lived. Freedom for Elders— The Ruling of Parents by Grown Children Often Amounts to Tyranny D ECENTLY, says a woman ^ writer of note. I read a letter from a young married woman, who, having a house in which she evidently took pride, and large enough to accomodate her mother, was disturbed. She resented the ft-ct that her mother refused to live there, although she had been invited to do so. She complained of her mother’s travels, and her insistence in keeping her own home. A Strange Plight. It was impossible not to con sider what were the reasons un derlying the invitation. The young woman said her friends thought the situation strange, and she feared they blamed her for not having her mother with her. Such super-sensitiveness is certainly a mistake. It can scarcely be taken as the real reason for her an noyance. The home atmosphere would scarcely be improved by having a reluctant member in cluded in the family life, even though the husband agreed to it willingly. Money Matters. A reason of money might exist. That is, there is a lurking sug gestion that the daughter disliked the mother being at the added expense of keeping up her home, and spending money in travels, which went as far as European tiips. The letter said that the mother’s health was good. Could it be that the money saved by the mother should she live with the daughter, would revert to the daughter? Or would the mother be expected to pay board, or make some contribution to the home, although of a less stipulated sum? Freedom for Mother, Whatever the fundamental rea son for the daughter’s dilemma, one cannot but sympathize with the mother. Here is a woman who cherishes her freedom, and fir-TT-n—H«»w'iir The Mind * LOWELL Meter • HENDERS0N ® Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. Word Completion TeBt In the following exercise there are ten skeleton words. That is, in each case some of the letters have been omitted. Study the let ter given and try to fill in the missing letters to make a common word. 1. a-t—ct. 6. pr-p-ty. 2. pu-ic. 7. v-s-ble. 3. a-az-ment. 8. n-gl-ct. 4. c-u-t-y. 9. su-or-. 5. in-st-y. 10. sti-nd. Answers 1. attract. 6 property. 2. public. 7. visible. 3. amazement. 8. neglect. 4. country. 9. support. 5. industry. 10. stipend. is enjoying it evidently. Either she had been accustomed to trav eling, and keeps it up, or she has not been able to indulge her long ing to see the world, until now, when she is free to do so and has the wherewithal. Freedom for Elders. A great deal has been said and written about letting children have tl eir right of freedom of action and ideas. It is not they alone that must have this privilege. Parents, when they get older are often ruled with rods of iron by the children who were themselves granted freedom. This ruling of elders is often under the guises of affectionate care, and a patron izing kindness and it sometimes becomes a tyranny, especially over mothers. Such situations are indeed difficult. © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service, Of INTEREST TO 1 HOMIfE I Paper white narcissi planted in a bowl containing pebbles and water will last from November to March if bulbs are renewed as those in bloom fade out. • • • Sometimes when the gravy from roasts is not quite as dark as you want it to be, try adding a little kitchen bouquet. Just enough to color it. • * • Sirloin, tip, bouillon or rump are the beef cuts used for pot roasts, which require long cook ing. These are cheaper cuts, of meats but contain as much nour ishment and flavor as the more expensive cuts. The only differ ences lie in the methods of cook ing them. • • * Powdered borax added to the water when washing fine white flannels helps to' keep them soft. * * * Use scissors for cutting up left over fish, meat or fowl. This also applies to leftover vegetables. © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. 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