The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, April 19, 1945, Image 7

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    THE STORY THl'S FAR: WhUs voyag
ing from England to America Lark Shan
non'! thlp goei down. She it ca«t upon
an Uland. and Galt Withe, a bound serv
ant. rescues her. Together they hobble
Lancer, a fine horse that escaped the
•inking chip. Lark Is made prisoner ft,
the inn By Cony and Mag, who bre hold
ing her for ransfim .. Lark trIM to run
away, But Cony dutches %er and *JW Is
locked In an akttic. Slid escapes- Again
and Is happy If find that her pursur(tttis
time ig David Noetjb her !ove%jdUcUfer<i
as a gipsy. Galt aurtfet on thc>fg«nJbd
agrees to get Lark ro Norfolk -But W>ln
they enter the boat they find <*^SfR con
cnfildd tS'll Vhs tyo men flghtNjJkJls
*
CHAPTER XU
.'■■■> <<— V,
Lark slept heavily on her hard
little bunk bed to the loft cubby,
waking painfully to the conscious
ness of an irritating, soft, insistent
knocking at her door. At first she
thought it was Cony, scratching at
her door as he often had in the past
miserable week. Then she remem
bered and sat up, calling cautious
ly. “What is it?”
* "It’s me—Galt.”
^ She stumbled from the bunk,
picked up the India silk dress, where
she had laid it out in careful folds
lAipne of the
e WorUBay, his
m,” Galt sato,
;eps. ”1 wakf
Sailently, the slave turned and went
companion joined him at the bot
tom, grinning foo^
eyes. The two
earthen floor of
without shadow ol sdlind, openoA tha.
big front door and waited for Lark
and f-r *~
Thj jcle^njJhoW, din} au^
cave 1 / I t ' T
“ Dfripsies^Iatson sent;**
Galt explained, and when Lark
hegdl. ‘INe^her of th^},yas,Nprth.
Hda^tflemselves a tim4' in Mag’s
store room. Picked the lock. The
siaVtitaMtiiWitfHlU f -
“You must be nearly dead, Galt?
Did you rest at*aMf” Mt’Jl’V
yfinrr it'mi iia
They went through, the door into the
wi&ti iSIpteinbeH Saashina. Kdffclv,
at the boat docks, the sailors were
bu$Ji'f¥l3M&f) |M£fte*n,5fc<
a cape, hat, and suit of brilliant
green, th| jftck.f ^ wavefc
At Lark.
uiiii iu mu ujuiy uiiu uiuuieu
out of this. Lark!”
The slaves fell In step ClQSC hfc,
hind them, hoardln after
on
at.
to take<
the helm Ghost Is
land. ’
It gaveXark a strSnge sensation
to set foot on this island again, as if
years had 'pished betweelt tiities.
The familiar Jine of the big sand
ridge, the finger of fresh water trail
big down from the little spring, the
clump of scrub frines that hid Galt's
6«cret i cadhe, the beaches cut by
tfee tracks of the wandering pony
herds gaVe her a feeling of surprise,
as if she found herself walking in
a place shd had merely drearped
about, a place withotH actual sub
stance. --
All of them, Lark, Matson, Galt,
and the sailors walked to the island
tip and then up through the ridge
break to the stretch of green valley.
The two slaves made the sloop se
cure by wrapping her hawser about
the trunk of a tough wind-stooped
pine. Then they followed the group,
the afternoon sun making their rich
brown skins shine like oiled leather.
Lark saw Red Raskall first, far
up the valley, in the shade of the
ridge, and she ran ahead of the oth
ers, ran to him and threw her arms
about his warm red-brown neck, ex
amining the hobble ropes to see that
he had no scalds or galls, stroking
his flank, pressing her face against
his reproachful muzzle. She led him
slowly back toward the group.
“Isn’t he beautiful! Isn’t he won
derful! Did you ever set your eyes
on a horse to compare with hirn?
Galt, cut this dreadful hobble. I
■ can’t loose it.”
Matson said, "You love horses,
don’t you, my deas* He is a beauty,
a fine animal, with plenty at good
Arab blood.”
Galt cut thi hobble and allowed
the stallion to circle on the long lead
rope. MatsoAspoke to one of the
Skives in Spanish, and the man trot-1
•d 3fr. oqming back at once with the
saddle afad bridle, putting them on
Paskalf wii^ tto little diflflculU^
needs handling;” Galt saM^
exerejse, but he s a beau%p
e, Dr.J^Iatson?”
nevgp se^n a finer,” Matson
1*1* 1% quite unable to
dingl&m^&'ou won’t object
de yo’ re, will you, Withe
1 r you. La
slaves, squatting
aunches, watched
(Ml t and They
watched as (
motely, incuriously, yet
c#my look of knowing. Far feif up
the island beach the horse and rider
were coming back, a blur of rich
red - brown, a dasHing splash of
green. . . .
“I doubt you realize,” Galt said
quietly, “how needful it is to Mat
son to get his hands on North, or to
have a hold on North, through you,
through anything. Ginko told me
Matson questioned every gipsy man,
last night; as soon as his suspicions
were up that a Cargoe Riske man
was among them.
“You see, the Cargoe Riske is
righl tip^nd coming. Cleaned out a
. shipwreckT?Tg^l£t in the Keys, las$
■spring. I heard mfrialfcj but it didn't
i _ *
7 '' '
IlCPtltt* *« »>e
like a hostage.’*
*strM^ ^me^ they’t^ ‘get anything on
mlpw alUpowerfitLjUk6' XPU gpt a feel
ijTg hffalyriys wilt be. 1 Y%t.tfJ>Iorth
was to get Matson’s log record, and
i felIrtt^1!ieli^^‘tf’Vflave8
loaded off here, and the leavings
shipped mi to Rapto Domjngo, where
Matron mwTiys Tnaftl'nre claims to
says
diyd inrDpssage,vl)& could jail Mat
s?ijF^(!t.k2«iviatfrws1iI wldn>t
warn to guess how many thousand
™alfa ™.*>_.ijpn<ifv nauiH/" .
0,Galt nodded-, "And if North has
got away, I fffiHjf iie’ff tidfd Mu.
Lark, to be lift a-'tioktigt. Jl dbuljt
jlyr)ur getting safe awayjW~ i<Uk
“ Lark said, "Galt;'if'tfiavM la in
Norfolk ltd’ll come and arrest Dfr.
Mhtsnn, right away, Matson,- won’t
hurt me. That would beicrazy/f ;
i!,,,”It ben’t crazy. What Ipoks o^azy
tomne was North s letting you push
off in the ni&ht, last night, without
him. I’d tlhrnk he’d try to sWe ^ou
safe, first, and come badk for his
damn log record,” He stopped, |
looked at her. “Oh, I know how you
feel! I kppw it makes you mad for
me to sJ*y this.” „j
“I think David did his duty,” Lark
said, "rie thought ybu and I Were
safe.” "
"Oh sure, awful safe! I don’t
mean m*. Lord, Lark; I got no tall
on Notth’for help for me! I don’t
war^t hi? hflp. But you—why you—
you’re promised tp marry the buck
aroo. . . , You be promised, L?rk,
ben’t you?” And when sht didn’t
answer, he said, “I guess I got no
right to nag at you. Tm sorry.”
With a flourish, Matson brought
Red Raskall up near them. Lather
rose lightly on the stallion’s neck,
and he chuffed and snuffed and
pawed the sand. Mptson said, "I
have never sat an animal that com
pares. My congratulations, Lark,
and you, too. Withe, for your luck
in catching him. Now shall we pic
nic?”
The slaves led Red Rasksll to the
sloop, arranged the gang, and led
him across it and down a steep
ramp to the small fore hold of the
vessel. The sailors went to the
sails, and the shore trip was begun.
It was darkening when the sloop
reached shore, and nightfall when
Matson led the way up the path to
thencftaUg^ Lark yalked beside his
light-stepping-' f>tw» uneasy and
to what this favor Matson
her might portend.
, absorbed in
the procession
slaves, leading
Raskall. who was
after his week
on the island. Behind
a little distance came
trying to walk
put his hand
forced her
inexorable firmness
his quickening
?” Lark pulled her
arid and glanced
see him. What’s
fires were burning here, and, in their
illumination, ihe clumsy wagons and
r'fchfavans Ufidar the-o&ktkefes tebft^d
ire*Tuij&crou«ffhg 1
As l»»r£oUowers came
up the hil!>rUie gupsipg^cruped them
selves together iq a sullen,, mutter
■ fa ttfonq^V >1 ' Or." : i
?;Wbat is it?" Lark,asked, "What’s
wrong? A.£^b4 f of fear seemed > to
tighten about ihftr henrtj:
: CifYoa heard What the Rom said,**
Matgori finswefed sm^Olhly.^A thief
‘hats t>eeh caUifbt’aHd'verf properly
pftni^ritd b^riome;of riiV sailors, ap
^cordMg tB^rjy ordeffi , f ^i^you to
lberittiV tfit/crifAinjdijt or should qjqe
say. victim/ Is' the figpff hanging
th^ife j^avif^prfo”:.. L !
While" he was speaking these last
weeds, he had^ ewangr Lark' about
suddenly so that she fawsHWOuettetf
against ^ the 'firelight^*' feW&et oh
whicK’iAAKiWd a^bo&y!1'-1
\t, iJktfTdV^th, LerhV’ ;$e
whispered “Was that thing hang
?m a. tf)
WatfyriAJwk'scJaceDMJfladn said
in a voictiahqMwmtbdautiful and
;sott as thwjnoXitedrtonei ofi4 violin,
"Lord have meaojrtn&Hhe ,'tOnt1 of
J)a»MeJlorttt!"o ‘itJzLA nJ U
irtP^a^roiAkb'e
d/$SWes« °5-'.F!f 8?Wl"
ipi nl o snwi
-o %?fd- “UWrt^Mtn’t to-,
awerp^jgiy qqftftion.r ;Xoujnust say
the l^rd^an# theft! will .grant: you
yonpJree#*r|, a*, J. promised that: I
would. , jSay,. ‘that thi*f wae David
North,, the man I lovedT ’* «'•'<■
LaWc ^as i?ttent for W inorflent.
He prompted her, gently. "That
thief! . .V: . ;f
She said the words after him now,
sa\d, them slowly, and in a whisper
so low ;that none but he could hear.
'-‘Good,’*- lie spoke ehieerfuliy now,
and Unconcernedly, "We are agreed
then that justice has beeh accom
plished. This thief was caught in
the very act of going through my
possessions. Gipsies are born with
their fingers in other men’s pockets.
Often enough they end on the gal
lowg, with sqroe pretty little wench
dissolyed in tears.” With great show
of tenderness, he produced a Madras
silk handkerchief out of his'cuif and
wiped the tears that streamed down
Lark’s face.
"Our pretty little farce is over,”
he said. “You played your part
with great feeling and conviction.
Only, it was a very foolish part.”
He' removed his 'arm from about
Lark’s waist, and she sat down
quickly, her knees buckling under
her.*
With two swift strides he stood un
der the swinging figure. A low moan
of fear wailed from the gipsy group.
Matson stood like a dancer, poised
for an instant under the figure which
swayed slightly as the damp night
breeze came up from the sea and
caressed it, pushing it a little, this
way and that. He stood like an actor
on an empty stage, waiting for an
electric instant till he has the com
plete absorption of his audience.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
.* I
■* e j |- e e u ; fOT. '■ J v s 1 * ri S '!
Arthur landau (a uttie guy
with big idea*, who onee man
aged Marie Dressier and Jean Har
low) punctures obe of our pet no
tions. He says the outwbrh idpa
that‘movies ' suffer from ’a dearth
of story material suited tp the
screen is ridiculous and preposter
ous
That’s going to bring a had of
sharp cracks about Arthur’s ears,
because tie’s Stepping on tender
toes. "Ikniow TiH%tlckirig"rhjt neck
out,” he Insists, "but there it 4».
rve pTfayeh 4ty fdme^tioh by too
many personal,^experiences not to
know whist I* m telfsmg* about} U- jj
\ T^.pi#irw anci bft^ing th^t goes
on behind scenes when there’s a hot
property going around is sojvething
that the outsider wouldn’t believe.
Let's let Arthur take us behind the
scenes for a bit of case history. He
is, incidentally, chief production as
sociate for Ren Bogeaus, and had a
finger hi tfcree, Bogeaus ventures—
"Dark Waters,*’ J,Captain ,lKidd,”
and "There Goes Lena Henry.”
Few, even insiders, know that it
was Landau who channeled "Thirty
Seconds Over Tokyo," one of the
great stories of this war, to Metro
Goldwyn-Mayer.
Has the Know-How
He was put in contact with Cap
tain (now Major) Ted Lawsdn by a
well-known Hollywood insider who.
bblng a former flier himself, has,Ipts
of buddies aniorii airmert. 'ir
v*1 -v’frL’jv< 1 irsnvu j * < i.
.J^andau .perceived imfpiediaiidy
that-Lawson had, .something in(the
.stou jof c to* jffeJWigrHn fligrs \ «fld
Owitibnipbiggrof Xtftyo*. 131! j
■ :~Pafarfflftintitod>Jlhrt ttelck Tit '-tt. :
Frrink Frfcemab was fhjiyfintd
itplti XHhuffo seh&the Weir thrbuM,
*11 Sezlcf}1 stefry tflttbr.
£HGKpfi8
3 Lpmvir. offesced -JbstdapoitsveorH.
.IsaohsKP^ouVe an «EHqpoeffioe»if1,
sKUiAMhurl "Jfiymir isn't’#*?
gaodvi^mwrasighatthfe taftt, ditheiu"!
LAwsdri srfia. « fhuett 'etee3 ydij,
ayhe ,
-:inL..-me; R.l,,„Sf. ™ '163 fen/!
tfsre? rJ10 %r.ooT3 ot (OJ.toa |
rrtghri rtattcf X!> xebiosw
thof w^Koldjjig out. for
! They eon promised for $1
Landqp W« ^foning w|th £dd»e
Cantor in,- Eddifi’s libtfWy one evgi
ning and happened .ito ; thumb
through a volume of stories byrOa
car Wilde: One he liked. He bbdght
a copy of the voftimd tnd had a
transcript diade of the story! Hai'ry
Rapf hrjfe^ hihn at Metre? Said he
was looking for a yarn. Landau
Strung hftn' along with iirerfthuSlas
tif bqfrtiiip kid ^e^nddraa1. ase.er
ta iqed . thal jdie !^rri^j,p,an rights
weje in t|ie publjc^aoydajp. Rapf
■WR&W* % property. tj ;
HVnthWPay Off
:Z o*v i n a ji.8
j $}ie ftpry.jjyas 1C, The Qanterville
QhosIf.’j Whioh waf rnSfde foifo AiPlc
ture fe* (Charles Laughton. Metro
gladly settled witb.th* British/heirs
to Ithe Wilde estate.! Landau plucked
30 grand lout of thi® airsmdra hundt.
^Here’i-'-b'-free tifc rtgM'CuO-Pf the
Lindiu -fcWho**: xttiao'-' - -1 |
H^(rauglft d ‘ nesfc^apir skfy
Cdhtiy sft*k if : H. Donald'^ VnyS
I s‘ Wf®
tor many years, ;?ppnaid.wifS n$d
? WKve o in-eW akH' ‘ tyr.! w^itf&ps,
who were looking evejgafherq fqf
him farnffKifm?/nQUhnoiving they
ha&bino right wider their thumbs;-!-‘
"Ther^ij^ankfWr1 LawreAeW ’ of
II
5gys Lart^tf/; lTtf&f|r^h%re yop
find thf ^erros of ^oqd'st^ries—r^ght
on the front pages Wyo^jr hqw$pa
pers..” OJg.yi■ no’no'' :r.f">
Surface Barety scratched
“I’ll venture," says Arthur, “that
there are more good stories in £he
pgblic domain than Hollywood has
ever made. Not every Tbm, Dick,
on Harry chn take these master
pieces and translate them to the
screen sucfcessfully. Take Con/ad,
for example. Every’effort to trans
fer his sefr stories to the screen has
flopped. So we accept the lazy
man’s explanation and agree that
Conrad makes fine reading but can't
be j screened. Posh! He’ll be
screened one day by someone who'll
know how.
“Right here in our own company
we bought ‘There Goes Lona Henry’
from RKO, which owned it for
years. No one wanted to play in it.
We had a new script written, and I
give you my word some of the most
sought after feminine stars in town
have expressed an eagerness to do
it.”
• • •
Kaye's Kind of Fantasy
Sam Geldwyn has bought James
Thurber’s “Secret Life of Walter
Mitty” for Danny Kaye. Sure It’s
j fantasy—just for Kaye. It all starts
when a girl looks at a hat. Danny
looks at the girl and sees a desert
island. . . . Greer Garson tells it
herself. She calls herself “Metro's
golden mare.” . . . Col. Tim McCoy,
western str>r—remember him?—is
well into his second war at the pres
ent. He’s now in Germany and was
awarded the bronze star the other
day.
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Dainty •■Frock- for t&g Littk^ii;!#
Dainty Frock
LITTLE girls of two, three and
four years will adore this
dainty frock with the gay four-inch
duck applique. Pretty and very
practical—it opens out flat for iron
ing. Pattern includes sizes 2, 3
and 4 years. Pieces from your
swap bag can faction the ap
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rtfmlipember, is a P^£,pf Te~
•Jjgion, and therefore anelement
of peace; but }w£^W£h in
cludes obedience is fne,jynole.—
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tm ynai whih iwea'HwrwKfrt.
. . . Nnw-jwt ttie fpnnffattons
under them.^Osa Johnson. ^ I
A little health, a little wealth, ■
A little house and freedom; P
Kith( some few friend* for certain I
,~Biu f tile rguie to need ’em. I
Wisdom is knowing whatPto
do next; virtue is doing m-\
David Starr Jordan.
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AMERICA ABOUT
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' RICAN' SOIL
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V( rpHE SOIL Is the vi .
w^ois
jqv! ptogresw Our incMpet
' opportunities are deeply rootedy
J B it* lt. , 'ctA men I luiU‘
jucv > -jniAVj nJ t A ..t ~~~T ~ " J
jmff* jSeopfc^iioShf feo»R ^
t -jn^soil was inexhaustible. New land
iorrcWfe?M^d eas‘er TV*K~
:o?c could be tntriJWaine<h,.vfo,;Wftfiv.$.r
* ‘A .farib‘Ijdst W'ftrtility» the father ,;
A r r and hwrfatnny^wnply moved to a
»J3t- new piece of'land. --
•jj :o f:J o.loc v.Bi Up foc<3i o if.su^ 1
.i-H- J . k/., u . 1. to; o if
l ; i i Tpday, |t, is a different story. ;
•Most Of the gobd land has been
cleared and Is being farmed. When
a fasm loses its productive capacity,
there may not be any place to
, move. And the nation** supply of
food and fiber is reduced. That Is
why soil conservation has become
so vitally important. J , f
. ' i • • i. • . WV * C ? t' T<V J ;
• :-,i JiiirT
More than one hundred million
acres of land have been seriously
damaged by wind, water erosion,
incorrect farming practices and
other causes. Each year millions of
acres more are being damaged,
some beyond redemption.
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tj ooc\ n
Soil conservation methods are
efficient, effective and easy to
practice. Contour farming, terrac
ing, strip-cropping, fertilizing and
crop rotation are the principal
methods used. Every farmer can
get complete information and
specific recommendations from his
local Soil Conservation Service
. Representative, hin County Agri»
Agru:trill**iTt jcheftTheLmd^t,'!* *
eav}t fannerciifo^kiP|^fetfj>^( ’ ,
Kwitagc. I. .hnpld Sggfttd
3I%C9P“ |Sr«fdon ¥&tir tTgn'it
91 cams to him. r Fiat is a trust wf >
each ni^hMxi i .es^tf he’ffllgtt1" •*
h<s,kvingfrt*u
,fiG5 o«r! Jj$» . ____
■s.flfn i
welfare, of ,our country and its
people. m.bAeye »il
turn is everybody s businessT That
is \yhy we ari condu^tfo^tensive Jj./,'
experiments ojrt the 141-year-old
Firestoftd'TIomestead Farm neat’
Columbiana, Ohio, >vhere our
founder, Harvey S. Firestone, wap,
bom. That is vrhy we are fponsyr- ,u\'f
ing soil conservation contests, v*
through tfor,4-H Clubs, cooperat* i-n
fog with the FutjyrS'Tarip/dfy1 of
America and rv*‘onu>tthg the
exchange of ideas through; the
Firestone Champion Farmers
Association. .mi»W«nm
We have also redhitly published n i.; i 1 i
a new booklet on soil conservation
entitled, “Our Native Land, a'trust t, ,
to Keep,” which you may obtain
without cost. Simply send ydur
request to the Firestone Fariii
Service Bureau, Akron, OMor I
feel sure that you will find .this
booklet interesting and instructive.
(AJ^SttUX^
^ Chairman
The Firestone Tire &. Rubber Co.
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