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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (June 4, 1942)
SYNOPSIS THE STORY SO FAR: Janice Trent tun* away from wedding Ned Paxton, rich, but a gay blade. Unbeknown to Bruce Harcourt, a family friend, she be comes secretary of an Alaska camp of which he is chief engineer. Millicent Hale, wife of the man whom he suc ceeded, is also attracted to him. Bruce at first wants to send Janice back. On a trip to the city, she encounters Paxton and tells him she is married to Har court. The latter hears it and insists on a wedding that day. That night, after a wedding party arranged by the Samp sisters, elderly owners of the Waffle Shop, Mrs. Hale breaks in on the newly weds with the cry that her husband had been shot dead. She also says: “If you only had waited, Bruce." Bruce spends the night investigating the murder. A Commissioner arrives to conduct an offi cial probe. Jimmie Chester, Mrs. Hale’s brother, who hated her husband, runs off in a plane. Bruce and the Commis sioner set out to find him. Ned Paxton and his yacht arrive at the headquarters town. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER XV Ned Paxton looked stern. “What do you know of my scheme of living? I want a woman at the head of my house, for the mother of my children, who has an infallible Instinct for the fine and beautiful things of life and the courage to go after them. And I’m going to get her. You must have thought me an easy mark when we met at the hotel. I was dazed by the news of your marriage. As the day wore on I grew suspicious. Asked a few questions. Discovered that you mar ried Harcourt after you met me that morning. Why did you do it?” Janice had almost liked him again, trusted him as he confided his ideal of family life. The savage con tempt of his question hardened her heart. “Continue sleuthing. Find out” “I have it on rather good authori ty that Harcourt was not in love with you. I suspect it was a case of knight-errantry on his part. Girl announces that she is married to him. What could he do but come across with the ring?” “You will have to answer that question yourself, Ned. But, after all, how can you? What do you know of the ambitions, struggles, sacri fices, self-discipline which lie be hind what you call knight-errantry? You see.' You want. You buy." His face was dark with anger. “You said that once before. I don't like it. I’ll prove to you that I can earn one thing I want—that’s you. Think I don’t know that this mar riage stuff is a bluff to save your face? He drew her close. She pro tested sharply: “Ned! Let me go!” The kitchen door banged open. Tong dashed into the room. Head lowered, brush drooping, one cor ner of his lip snarled to reveal a fang, baleful eyes watchful, he stood as motionless as a creature in bronze. Paxton released Janice. His laugh showed a tinge of strain. Pasca shuffled into the charged silence. “Tatima in kitchen with deesh. Mees Samp seesters send her.” “Aren’t they coming?” Janice’s voice dripped disappointment. "Tell Tatima to come in, Pasca.” Grant entered by the front door. “Tubby, I’m glad you have arrived to swell the list of those present, it looks as though my party might be a frost.” “Says you. How are you, Pax ton? Where’s Mrs. Hale? Well, what <i’you know! See who’s here!” Tatima had come in from the kitchen. “Mees Samp seesters send plate. They say, sorry they can't come to party.” ‘‘Tell them that I am terribly dis appointed." The girl lingered, twist ing her bracelets in conscious ex pectancy. ‘‘I never saw so much lovely silver jewelry. Something tells me you’ve had a present.” Tatima assumed indifference. “Who, me? Kadyama geeve to me. v He geeve me much more. I marry on h*m. He chief’s son. Some day I beeg cheef’s squaw.” There was a thread of excitement in Grant’s laugh, “Kadyama’s struck pay-dirt, has he? Where’s his gold-mine?" “He noding like gol’ mine. Money owe him long time for card game. Yesterday man pay. Kadyama buy silver from Ossa.” “Who’s the rich stranger? I’d like to get up a little game with him myself.” Tatima sniffed scorn. “Stranger! Pasca pay heem. Pasca have beeg fat roll of money, Kadyama say.” . . . Coming aboard Ned Paxton’s boat had set old memories twanging un bearably, Janice reflected uneasily. Mary Samp’s eyes were big with wonder. She perched on the edge of the seat like a plump pigeon on a ledge ready to take off at the slight est warning. Millicent Hale, in a deck chair, had removed her black hat Her fair hair seemed fairer in contrast to her sombre frock. Janice sniffed. Why had the fragile woman in black such power to hurt her? Was Ned Paxton intrigued by her? Admitted that it was a glorious day, that fact did not explain her , presence on this boat. Tubby Grant ( had been responsible. That was un fair. She alone was responsible for what she did. She was white, free Janice waved to those on the boat and considerably over twenty-one, quite old enough to make her own decisions. Had it all been Tubby’s insistence, or had she been glad of the chance to be away when Bruce returned? After supper last night, Tubby had held her up outside her Waffle Shop—had begged her to sec ond his efforts to have Millicent Hale away from headquarters when the Commissioner and Harcourt ar rived the next afternoon. From the fact that his name had not been mentioned in the radio message, there was every reason to believe they were bringing Jimmy Chester. He had asked Paxton to co-operate by inviting a party on his yacht for a nearer view of the erupting vol cano. Grant’s pl?n had seemed sound. Now, on thinking back over the con versation, she wondered that he had not referred to Tatima’s startling disclosure as to the source of the money which Kadyama had lavish ly expended on silver jewelry. Where could Pasca get so much cash so suddenly? Was it part of that taken from Joe Hale when he was shot? It would account for Bruce’s revolver having been used, for Pasca’s absence from the squaw dance. A ship's bell struck. She counted. Eight bells. Was it possible they had been sailing three hours? Tea time. She joined the group under the awning. Paxton rose. “You stood so long staring over the rail, we decided that you were making up your mind for a swim.” “Not in this icy water. I was wondering if we could approach the volcano near enough to get a pic ture. I brought a movie camera.” “I’ll talk with the Captain and the native pilots. We have two aboard. Meanwhile, will you show Miss Mary the interior of the boat? You know every crack and cranny of it, though you haven’t seen it since I had it re-decorated—for you.” The last words were so low that Janice wondered if anyone but her self heard them. Miss Mary ad mitted: “I’d like real well to see it.” Mary Samp’s eyes shone, her cheeks reddened with excitement as they passed from one part of the yacht to another. The silver and blue, black and rose and gold of the staterooms reduced her to a state of thrilled speechlessness. On the threshold of the main lounge she clasped ecstatic hands. “Well, now! I suppose this is what folks call modernistic!” Two Filipino boys were bringing the tea things when they returned to the lounge deck. Janice’s lips twitched with laughter as she re membered Pasca’s high-held tray. That reminded her, where had the Eskimo procured the money to pay Kadyama? “Janice!” She looked up. Pax ton was standing before her fasten ing a holster belt. “That’s better. You were a hundred miles from here. I’ll bet you couldn’t tell wheth er you’ve had tea or not. You have. The sea is running smooth. If you want to get near enough to the vol cano to take a picture, the Captain says that it will be perfectly safe for the native pilots to take you in the launch.” Janice's premonition nerves tin gled. Darn her imagination. Here was the opportunity of a lifetime. Would she let her fear-complex rule? She would not. “I’m all excited! Am I to go alone?” “No. I’ll go to make sure that you don’t fall out of the boat in your excitement. The sky is not quite so clear as it was, we’d better get a move on. The yacht will follow. We will turn back the moment you say the word.” Seated in the launch, Janice waved to the two women and the Captain bending over the rail to watch them start. Miss Mary’s eyes were troubled. Millicent Hale's in scrutable, the Captain’s complacent as he listened to the purr of the mo tor, rhythmic as a kitten’s breath ing, observed the skill of the native pilots who had shed their coats and caps, gold braided with the yacht’s insignia, and had stolidly wriggled into kamalaykas, which looked like waterproof overshirts with a hood. When at a proper distance, Jan ice focused the camera on the group on the deck. She cranked until the faces were dim. "Tkere! I wonder what Tubby will say to that. He is teaching me the motion-picture art. I’ve even learned to develop films. When I return to civilization I will be equipped to go on the lecture plat form.” ‘‘Then you expect to return to civilization?” Apparently absorbed in the intri cacies of the black box she held, she answered abstractedly: “Return! Of course. Then some day we are going to South America to build a bridge." Paxton laughed skeptically before he crouched down behind the engine to light a cigarette. From whence had that iridescent bit of fabrication bubbled, Janice demanded of herself in dismay. From the rows and rows of Spanish books in the H house? Had those spelled South America to her sub conscious? The launch was running parallel with a green shore from which twin mountains lightly clothed with al ders and willows, arid, with vol cano ash, rose in a graceful sweep to taper into darling white cones. Beyond towered higher peaks like purple shadows. She could make out an abandoned Indian village, its tumble-down huts shining weirdly white in the distance. Were those uprights carved totem poles? She turned eagerly to Paxton as he came aft. “See that Indian village, Ned. I wish—” The sentence died on her lips as a rain of tiny rocks showered upon the boat. They burned as they struck her hands, hissed as they fell into the water to float away like dingy snow-flakes. Orange and scarlet flames fired curling vapor, belching smoke, till the sky seemed one frightful conflagration. • Hor tight! Hor tight!" Janice hadn’t needed the hoarse shouts of the pilots as a warning. Instinctively she had gripped the side of the launch. “Come about! Make for the yacht!” Paxton shouted. Too late. With the roar as of all the thunder-bolts forged in Vulcan’s workshops let loose, with a crash which rocked the world, the vol cano blew up. Fascinated eyes on the spectacle, Janice saw what looked to be the back of a great sea monster rise to the surface. An island being born? Paxton caught her in one arm, clung tight with the other hand. A wave which seemed mountains high rolled to ward the launch, caught it as though it had been a chip in a puddle, swept it shoreward with incredible speed. Sweat ran down the bronze face of one pilot as he strained at the wheel. The eyes of both bulged with terror. Overhead feathery, scooting clouds merged. The world which had been all sapphire, em erald and crystal went dreadnaught gray. Stinging white foam flew back in drenching spray. Smoke rolled and twisted like a boa-constrictor in the throes of acute indigestion. The boat climbed a huge roller, lunged sickeningly in the trough, staggered and shuddered when a fresh wave struck it. The sea snarled and hissed under a shower of hot stones. Spray blurred Jan ice’s eyes as she strained them in an effort to see what lay ahead. Another mighty smash and shock of water, greater than its predeces sor, lifted the boat like a toy and flung it on the shore. For a dazed instant she sat with eyes tightly shut. She had thought that last plunge would end every thing. Paxton touched her shoulder. “We’re safe, Jan. Don’t, don’t go to pieces now that the danger is over. "Go to pieces!” She blinked, forced a smile. ‘‘I was merely ori enting myself, that’s all.” The launch was stranded on a peb bly beach. The native pilots were huddled in the bow. Paxton, livid, tense, was standing over them. With a final word he came back to her. ‘‘We’ll have to camp here until the yacht picks us up. The men say there Is a hunter’s shack some where on this shore. They are dumb ; with fright. That was all I could screw out of them. We’d better find I it before another wave catches us.” i (TO BE CONTINUED) ‘Attention: A, Hitler* THIS is marked "Attention: Adolf Schickelgruber, alias Hitler”: You say the Jews and Poles are “inferior races” and not fit to asso ciate with your tribe of "Nordic supermen." So, ever since you came to power in Germany, you have sub jected them to the cruelest, most senseless persecution that a so called human being ever visited upon his fellow-men. This is to tell you about some thing which took place recently in the second largest city of a land where its citizens “hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are en dowed by their Creator with cer tain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty and the pur suit of happiness.” In this city a great crowd of peo ple gathered to dedicate this monu ment: That figure on the left is the like ness of a man named Robert Mor ris. (Possibly you wouldn’t know about him, Herr Schickelgruber.) That majestic figure in the center is George Washington. (Surely you’ve heard of him!) The name of the man on the right is Haym Salomon and—mark this well, Adolf!—he was a Polish Jetf! In fact, it was to honor especially this scion of what you would call a ‘‘doubly inferior race” that this monument was erected. The reason they are clasping hands, Herr Schickelgruber, is be cause they once joined together in a fight for freedom from the tyranny of a stupid king in whose veins, in cidentally, ran the blood of that race which you boastfully call "Nor dic supermen.” Now, 160 years aft er their successful fight for liberty, they are still clasping hands as a symbol of the unity that exists in the nation which they helped create and against which you declared war last December. This monument is symbolical of another fact also, Herr Schickelgru ber. You have conquered the na tive land of Haym Salomon but some day it will free itself from your hateful rule just as the native land of Robert Morris and George Washington (and Haym Salomon’s adopted land) freed itself from the hateful rule of another despot of German blood! The Morris-Washington-Salomon monument which was dedicated in Chicago recently pays belated trib ute to one of the unsung heroes of the American Revolution. Born in Poland in 1749, Salcmon came to America in 1772 and set himself up as a broker and commission mer chant in New York city. He might have made a fortune for himself but he hindered his chances by join ing the Sons of Liberty to help re sist oppressive acts of the British crown. Imprisoned by the British soon after the opening of the Revolution, Salomon escaped to Philadelphia. There he met Robert Morris who had been made superintendent of finance and upon whom fell the task of providing the money to pay Wash ington’s soldiers and keep the strug gling new government from collaps ing for lack of funds. It was to Haym Salomon that Morris turned when he was desperately in need of money to keep the revolution going and the Polish Jew never failed him. The ledgers of Robert Morris, which have been preserved, are filled with no less than 75 entries bearing the name of Haym Salo mon and, although the total amount of money which he supplied will never be known, it is estimated that it totaled at least $800,000. Although it can not be proved definitely that all of this was his own money, it is probable that the most of it was. And his reward? When he died January 6, 1785, it was found that he was virtually bankrupt. He left a widow and four children facing pov erty and it is a melancholy fact that for more than 80 years his heirs tried in vain to get recompense from congress for the money which Salo mon had lent to the patriot cause. Besides providing money for the expenses of Washington’s army, Sal omon helped equip and form inde pendent companies of soldiers for whom there were no public funds. He also advanced money to some of the leading men of the time who could not have continued in public service without this help. Among the famous generals and statesmen whom he helped are these: James Madison, $426; General St. Clair, $220; Baron Steuben, $100; General Mifflin, $738; Edmund Randdf^h, $378; General Mercer, $6,373; and J. Ross, $8,000. Novel Fabrics, Bright Colors Combined in Youthful Skirts By CHERIE NICHOLAS THE skirt-and-blouse fad which has been going the rounds among the younger crowd is gaining mo mentum. More than ever the fash ion picture for summer is showing up this trend to gay skirts of peas ant extraction with dainty feminine blouses or with blouses that are frankly colorful and casual for prac tical wear. “The more the merrier" is appar ently the prevailing sentiment among youngsters who are making it their hobby to acquire skirt-and blouse collections made of most unexpected materials. In their skirt wardrobes you'll find skirts of patchwork calicoes that look as if they had stepped right out of grand ma's quilting bee into the "bright lights” of the fashion world. Then there are the flamboyant flowered prints that revel in eye-smashing gypsy colorings, the skirts made of ordinary flour-sack muslin dyed in vivid reds or greens or purples, and the new bordered effects that give you bandings of embroidery or print to finish off wide-skirted hemlines. From the way young-girl fashions are carrying on at present it Is self evident that no teen-age or little sister wardrobe will be complete un less it includes a generous quota of dirndls or variously styled skirts. Some will feature the popular broomstick types, with others it will be suspender effects (many color fully embroidered) or some other spectacular stunt either in way of a wide embroidered band or a band of applique flowers finishing off the hemline. Of course, the collection will include a skirt concocted of materials in all the colors of the rainbow sewed together, not hit or miss, but with consummate artistry. Here, in the above illustration, you will see several skirt types that are holding forth in the sphere of youthful fashions as demonstrated at a recent style-clinic display at the Merchandise Mart in Chicago. One of the most popular types, which is making a repeat engage ment this summer, is the patchwork skirt which is more highly colorful and eye-intriguing than ever. It is interesting to note that whereas last year's dirndls achieved their patch work appearance entirely through printed pattern, this year’s dirndls have the patchwork actually sewn together. The pieces for the skirt pictured are red, green and yellow all with the same flower motif. A practical and likable idea is seen in “sister” skirts which illus trate the possibilities of related fashions for all the family. As you see pictured these sponsor the prac tical suspender versions. Embroid ered bands contribute gay color. In this employment of band trimmings there's a message of important fash ion news. Perhaps the sturdiest types in the all-important skirts made of wash able fabrics are those of blue denim. Some are neatly tailored, have self belts and buckles, deeply squared or rounded pockets designed entirely to give utilitarian service. Skirts in a dressier mood are of white jersey, or spun rayon and shantung textures that are knee deep in cross-stitch embroidery done in a Russian technique. Other outstanding gestures point to gypsy flower-print skirts that have head squares of the same bizarre print. Stripes, too, are seen everywhere. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) Tri-Color Knit Here is a veritable beauty of a sweater. You’ll love its colorful ness which answers the demand for color that is heard everywhere In j the field of fashion this year. This simple, straight pullover in black, banded with three contrasting col ors Is guaranteed to give smart ac cent to the simplest of black day time skirts, dressing it up for an Important occasion. It’s Going to Be A Flowery Summer Flower jewelry, flower buttons, flower prints, be-flowered hats, flow ers worn in the hair, all point to an extremely “flowery" summer ahead. The flower idea is especially an nounced by wee hats (if they can be called hats) which consist of nothing more than a huge cluster of flowers arranged on a wide ban deau, so that the flowers pose over the brow in a stunning bouquet. These flower fantasies are entranc ing, and their enchantment is in creased by whiffs of colorful veiling. The newest white frocks take on elaborate appliques of cutout print flowers, and the latest white Jersey swim suits boast flowery surface decoration. Colorful Purses Feature New Initials of Plastic Exotic, dramatic shapes, as well as versatile media and bizarre color, distinguish the new bags. They are done in everything from straw to plastic. 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