The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, November 12, 1936, Image 7

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    A Tough Life—That
of a Forest Ranger
The life of a forest ranger is not
all it’s cracked up to be. Instead
of spending the summer hunting,
fishing and trapping, the ranger is
busy protecting game and scenery
from visitors and answering their
questions.
In the winter, he and another
ranger hole themselves up in a log
cabin, patrol the boundary of their
domain on skis and protect the
wild life under their care from the
attacks of predatory animals and
the guns of men. At night their
leisure time is spent in assembling
food, wood and clothing to keep
warm, and preparing for the next
day’s tasks.—Washington Post.
\keJuz6 tkot Fasi
'Pkili^p6/ Wqaj
To Alkalize Stomach Quickly
On all sides, people are learning that
the way to gain almost incredibly
quick relief, from stomach condition
arising from overacidity, is to alka
lize the stomach quickly with Phil
lips’ Milk of Magnesia.
You take either two teaspoons of
the liquid Phillips’ after meals; or
two Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia Tab
lets. Almost instantly “acid indiges
tion” goes, gas from hyperacidity,
“acid - headaches” — from over-in
dulgence in food or smoking — and
nausea are relieved.
Try this Phillips’ way if you have
any acid stomach upsets. You will be
surprised at results. Get either the
liquid “Phillips” or the remarkable,
new Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia
Tablets. Only 25/ for a big box of
tohlotc nt ilriii' slnrwi.
Phillips’
HOT NEWS FROM HOLLYWOOD
10:30 P. M.; E. S.T., N. B. C. Rad Network
LUDEN'S
MENTHOL COUGH DROPS
NOW WITH
ALKALINE FACTOR
FALLING HAIR
DANDRUFF—BALD SPOTS?
they call tor
regular use of
Glover’s Mange
Medicine, fol
lowed by a sham
poowithGlover’s
Medicated Soap.
Start today, or have
your Barber give
you Glover's
treatment!
Sold
by all
Druggists
O USED BY O
LEADING
HOSPITALS
IN TREATING EXTERNALLY CAUSED
CKI M
IRRITATIONS
Like countless individual users,
important hospitals have found
treatment with Cuticura brings
effective relief from skin irritation.
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^
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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.
The Noble Nature
I T IS not growing like a tree
* In bulk, doth make man bet
ter be;
Or standing long an oak, three
hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald
and sear:
A lily of a day
Is fairer in May,
Although it fall and die that
night
It was the plant and flower
of Light.
In small proportions we just
beauties see,
And in short measures life may
perfect be.
—Ben Johnson.
Young and Old, Alika,
Need 3-Purpose Vitamin :
B For Keeping Fit* j
• Nervousness, constipation. j
poor appetite prey upon the en
ergy of thousands, young and
old, when diets lack a sufficient
■mount of the precious Vitamin
B so richly supplied by a Quaker
Oats breakfast.
So serve the whole family a
bowl of Quaker Oat* every
morning.
* Where poor condition it duo f
to lack of Vitamin B
GETTING DRY * By gluyas williams
6Ef5 ALL BUNDLED UP IN ft'0
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DRIED BECAUSE THERE ISN’T
VERV MUCH Of rr
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so he can open eves ujifHouf
CEfflNS SOAP m THEM
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AND ecf!1H6 HIS BACK POnF
is Fun
especially u.'hEn mother Rous
HIM 0\!ER ASP 6IUES HIM A
REGULAR MAS5AC-E
HCW roR His 1X65
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HA0IN6 HIS TOES PONE TIOKliS
ANp SO WE PRs’lKO Of WE
LAST FCOt EhPS IN WE USUAL
RiOt Of WAV/IHG ARMS AND itfcS
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