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KED CLOUD, NEBRASKA. CHIEF 1 ( If 7 i r- Matrimonial Adventures Pursuit BY Henry Sydnor Harrison Aollior of "nufnl," "V. V.'a fcjcs," "Anjceln'a BunlntM," "Saint Teresa," etc Copyright by United Feature Syndicate i i A FEW WORDS ABOUT HENRY SYDNOR HARRISON It Is Mice ulmldtiK liaiula with an old frluiul to neo the naino of Hen ry Syilnor Harrison. Homo ycais iiro hiM llrst book, "Quced," cave lilm Instant place an one of our foremost American novetUlu. Titer, at Interval;) for Mr. Harrlcon Is an author Mho works long and with Infinite care came "V. V.'s KyeH" ami "Angela's IUislneni," both HtartlltiK miccesses. "Saint Teresa" e.sUibllnliecl him as a front rank Ameilcan author. Ho started writing when he first left college, and mainly at night, because, ho said, he hnd to make a living. He Joined tho stuff of the lllchmond Timcs-Dlsiiatch. He laughed when I asked him what ho did there. "I was paragrapher, at llrst," ho ald, "then editorial writer, und often poet!" At the end of livo years, having saved Romo money, ho resigned to seo If ho could make his uay at writing ulone. To get a short story from Mr. IlnrrlBon is an event, his time la so fully occupied with work sched uled ahead. Hut like the others In tho Star Author Series of Matri monial Adventures, ho made tho opportunity to contribute. "Pursuit" may bo a bit cynical, but It gives much food for thought and reflection. MAUY STUWAUT CUTTING. JU. i .."... .., It was tlie evening of May lies koth's picnic supper, small lut mem orable; nnd now the clocks, Imil there been tiny on the Island, would hae pointed elose to midnight. What was so rare as this night In June? Sailing wisps of cloud shredded the face of the high moon; the blackness of the woods, the glndes nnd dells, the vino coveted rocks nnd the empty quarry, were stippled nnd patched with sller; the lake was n sheet of sliver stretch ing far nwny to lose Itself In n lovely dusk. Through the verdure n soft breeze whispered; from the water lloated voices of the merrymakers, re ceding; nnd the woinnn stealing on light feet up the path, n slim and not Incongruous llgure In her white bathing dress, with unbound dark lialr strenmlng to her waist, reflected that, for an hour nt least, she would be nlono bore. f Hut It was not so. From the Im penetrable shadows, as she neared the ruined cabin, the figure of n man ab ruptly emerged upon the path; he stood confronting her. She stnrted n little, and then she saw, with a wild shoot of satisfaction, that this man was her husbnnd. "You!" she said, with. the faintly mocking nlr she bad long ago learned for him; "but fancy mooting you hero!" "You you looked like n " be be gan n little confusedly; nnd then, breaking off, he cleared his throat nnd stnrted ngaln, more nuthorltatlvely : "I don't say I approve of that suit, but but It does seem to lit In with tho surroundings somehow. You might utmost have been mistaken nt a dis tance. Hint Is for a hnmndryad. Hut" "And what may they be? Something ory nice to bo mistaken for, may I hope? Hut I supposed you'd gone In the launch" "No no. I'm tired of drunks," said he, continuing to stare nt her. "And besides, swimming nt night ah affects my sinus as you once used to know. Hut you why did you come back? You you forgot something?" She was smiling faintly; her dark eyes derided him. "I almost forgot myself, If you count that! Hut not, In your sense. I'm not forgetrul, only punitive. My sinus is sound, but my temper uncertain. So I didn't go. A sweet night, Isn't It? Weill" "Hut what Is It? Why, what hap pened?" "Oh, tbnt. Yes, to be sure. I was unexpectedly kissed, you Bee. In the dark behind the bonthouse, Just ns we were leady to start oh, most fero ciously, I nssure you. Really tbnt made me angry, though of course not so angry ns I seemed. So I'm letting him paddle himself over nlono" Her husband's dim, heavy face seemed to darken. "Him? Who was It?" "My dear Horace, you'll agree that Msslng nnd telling Isn't quite the act of a lady? No, no! But I'm Inter rupting your reverie" "No! tell me! I I wnnt to know." "Your nlr of Interest Is awfully civil, Horace. Hut I can't really be lieve that you've begun nt this Into day to take tin Interest In my prlvato life!" Her merriment exnspernted him, clearly. "Howard Wltheredge, I suppose d a his Impudence! Whnt you can see In that" I "Oh, name me no names, plensol 'And the Incident's really not worth mentioning I'm merely disciplining ' beau, Hint's nil. So wo two hnve the pretty wilds all to ourselves, only think ! Charmingly conjugal ! But be tux I won't Intrude, no, I'm oft to dress goodbyl" "No, no I Don't go. I" Hnvlng controlled himself with nn obvious effort, the mnn resumed with nwkwnrd carelessness : "Ah it seems too bad for you to miss your moonlight dip, when you enjoy It so merely on account of the behavior of an alcoholic cad. I was about to say I'll puddle you over to the Pulpit myself." She eyed him quizzically nnd nil nt once was aware of the beating of her heart I Tho two stood close together, In the darkness and beauty of the woods. The man's ponderous dignity was man ifestly a llttlu strained. Why? For a long time past, Indeed, It bad been evhhyit that she had undermined his case In their relationship. For weeks she had been conscious, In her with drawals and through the silences that she had made so common be tween them, that he regarded her with a new nttentlveness. Hut he hnd stopped there; his pride or some cowardice perhaps? tiad restrained him nun word or net. Was It tho romnntle solitude now. nnd the sud den sight of her In her wood-nymph'-'' guise? Was It the thought of those kisses she had just taken from mi other? What? Into her husband's ojes had come n look she had not seen these throe years; and she won dered suddenly If. here and now, be yond nil calculation, her great mo ment hnd come nt last. Hut do you thtnk that she would yield anything to hliri? Not she. Ironically grave, she answered: "You are alwnys kind, Horace. Hut of course I'd not dream of Imposing on .von tbnt way." "No Imposition at nil. I'd enjoy It. We find ourselves deserted each by our own choice whnt more logical than to Join forces, eh?" "Logical !" "And and plensant," snld ho with his labored Ilghtntss. "Why not? Or If .Miu don't care to join the party now after what happened why, we might Just paddle about for a white. The night the night's fine," said Horace. "Canoeing In the moonlight with one's husband! My dear man, do you wnnt to mnke me the laughing stock of the count ?" Her laughter, thrilling unexpected ly, took him quite aback ; stung him, too, as die saw with pleasure. "A ery little of that sort of thing," said she, "nnd gossip would soon be gin connecting our names! "I don't think you run ninny risks of that," he retorted, with marked stiffness. "And I wish you'd cense this this extravagant way of talking It's provoking. Now como along. I we'll enjoy It." "On the contrary, I should die of shame." "You're being absurd. Como!" "A thousand thanks, but no." There wns n silence. The breeze fluttered her long hair. "I see you actually prefer the so ciety of drunken male flirts to that of . . . And this Is typical, too" He finished, all but Impulsively for him : "I'm sure you enn't realize, Laurel, bow little we actually see of ench other these dnyis." Ah, but did she not renllze! S'be leaned back against the slender bole of a white birch and stnred up nt him liquid eyed. "How little! Why, Horace good gracious ! That's literally all I can say good gracious! Seven days a week under the same roof, but sep arated a single day In" "I know, I know!" he said In an other tone, embarrassed. "It seems odd, I own I'd hardly think It wns possible. And still ... I wns of course sure you weren't conscious of It, but" He besltnted, peering at her with h!s short-sighted eyes; and then tho natural man let go n little more of the unnatural constraint. "Why, Laurel! You go out some where every evening, with or without me, or If you don't go out, you hnve people In. At odd momenta when there nre, In the little between times, as I might term them, you're always rending, or studying, or practicing something, or else you're writing let ters or you hnve n headache. Satur days nnd Sundays nnd usually week days, too, you have people stnylng In the house, all over tho place. Nolso and dancing nnd parties nnd rushing about never n quiet moment of- of Just the domestic sort" "You certainly make It sound dif ferent from the home life of our dear Queen I I'd no Idea It wns so bad as that" "I understand It, If anything. Rut well, we won't go Into It now. My point Is, here, by chnnce, we hnve a quiet hour for once charming nature and no noise no drunks. Well, don't let's upend It standing on these rocks, when the lake's right there. Come!" She shook her head In silence, faint ly smiling. Gently, she released the hand that he had nhruptly clutched. She thought that his massive face paled u little then. From far nwny over the wnter came tho fnlnt muffled echoes of song; the sound but nccentunted tho pervasive stillness. On the solitary trail tho husband nnd wife steadily eyed each other, and she was thrilled with the knowledge of her Immeasurable vic tory. In that second, her mind's eye Unshed backward; she thought of An ders Carthow, and tho time nnd sceno which hnd been tho turning point of her life. When she had married this man, glowering at her now In tho primal woods, ho loved her madly, and she, ns sbo had soon understood, was ac tually all but Indifferent to him. Within sir months her Interest In him had become acuto nnd constant; while ho, Incredibly, was detected In recur ring lnpses of nrdor. After two years tilio adored him without restraint, und for days nnd weeks together he wns frankly bored with her. Why? Wns It tho everlasting law pf things that a relation can support only so much love, as n bucket holds so much wn ter? Certnlnly her efforts to charm this grave senior by doubling her wife ly thoughtfutness nnd sweet subjec tions, had hut Increased his ennui. There had come the Inevitable day when she, with floods of tears, had packed her trunks and gone off on the usual Indefinite visit to her mother. So fur their story hnd followed a familiar course. Would that have been tho end of It, right there, but for An ders Carthow? Nothing seemed to her more certain. Heyond doubt Anders, who was twice her age, and hud taken an Interest In her, (internal or other wise, from her sixteenth year, hud penetrated her with a new und star tling concept. For Anders wouldn't nccept, he would hardly listen to, her own ready formula, long since smoothed by women of nil nges. "Oh, no," he hud snld, In his merciless kind wny. "It Isn't that you 'love him too well.' That's letting yourself down too easily. It's simply tbnt you love him with too little prldt und no good sense nt nil." And n little later, when she had conquered her llrst fu rious Indignation und sat down again, ho spoke words which she took nt Inst for truth, nnd which tilled her In the end with nn overmastering purpose. For Anders had said that n man's necessity Is not to be loved, but to love; and that, to love, his fixed need Is to pursue and conquer. So, she, because she had n will, and It seemed tbnt her whole life was at stake, had actually achieved this Im possible. She hnd warped her nature, she had broken her heart to pieces; bhe bad recovered tho recurves of maidenhood, mnde herself ngaln mys terious to this once familiar; she had fanned the last lllckcrlng ember to n llnme. Now here he stood suing her In the romantic night her Horace, bored no longer, and still, nnd still . . '. Wns It not Ironical that, here In the Instant of her tremendous tri umph, her mood should be so skeptical and cool? . . . How large wns Hor ace's nose, she unsentlmentully con sidered, how halting his tongue, how really smnll his vnnlty nnd caution. Had something then permanently passed away? In tho long process of repression, of moral separation, so painful nt first, had she wrought In herself nn Irreparable change? She wondered, smiling shadowily, In that second of thick silence. Now the mnn, having drawn back n step, spoke abruptly : "Look here, what's como over you?" "Como over mo?" "You've changed so ruuch Just In this Inst year that you're like un other person n stranger." To bo sure, her hcurt swelled a lit tle at that. "But you hardly offer that as a com plaint, Horace? Hastily recalling our past, I feel sure you must find nny chnnge In me un Improvement." "That's Just tho tono I don't like from you, Laurel. This constantly evasive manner. Flippant, I um bound to cull It, nnd and provoking. I think tho time's como to remind you tbnt u husband has some rights and I'm not getting mine." "Hut why, nil this Is news to me, my dear. Your rights. I'd thought ou were frightfully fatigued with them, wimtever they are, years ago, nnd gladly" "Never ! no ! Ridiculous. I" "Ah, thut poor memory of yours, fntllng you again, I seol" said she, shaking her finger In n ninnner in sufferably satlrlcul; and resumed de murely : "Hut of course I'm glad that you've forgotten that day when, I, sobbing like u deserted vlllngc lass, most crudely tuxed you with having ceased to lovo me, nnd you, poor dear, could duly reply, "There, there!' most soothingly, I own, yet It morti fied me ut tho time, I remember. You've forgotten explaining to mo tbnt life wasn't meant to bo nn unending song of romance, that It was normal and necessary that the disturbing heyday of lovo should descend to nftemoon, to twilight" "So that's Itl" he Interrupted sud denly. "You've never gotten over that one little scene n mero Incident?" . . . "Oh, I remember I've been thinking back a good deal, hero late ly," ho went on, rather thickly. "You went off on a visit to your mother's then, und when you enmo bnclc, tho change bad come that wns tho time. You'd assumed this singular nnd un wifely attitude. This unfair " "What adjectives, my dear Horace. Wns It unwifely or unfair to lea'rn tho lesson my own husband uet me?" "That's more flippancy you know It Is. Look here I wish to know. Did you then or hnve you nt nny time since como to tnke nn Interest lu lu somebody else?" She looked up through tho black leaves tow'nrd tho moon, nn odd tumult in her bienst, and laughed n little. "Your questions astound me, of course. And I'd supposed that oven n wife was entitled to some privacy. Remember, Horace, I've never ques tioned you, though nil tho world has known when you've looked over tho fence. But tho breeze Is freshening, and I'vo detained you long enough. Now I'll dress, waiting In tho cabin " "Not so fnst, not so fasti" snld her husband, blocking her way. We'vo eturted a conversation wo'U finish It now" . "Oh, pardon me, I thought you had finished." "No, I've not finished. Laurel, I wish to know plainly. Aro you trying to sny, by nil this that you no long er love me?" "Oh' U " 'I'm afraid I've never thought to ask no self such a ques tion." "Ask jour-elf now. 1 Insist It Is my tight." Her merriment died. "I inn. And, Horace," she snld, re garding him duskily "honestlj -1 don't know tho answer." Yet In that moment, exactly, she seemed to lift self to hnve tho answer. Yes, something bad gone out of her, now and forever. Funny, but oti couldn't crack and make over your juntttro for nothing. "Oh, ou don't know?" he said dark ly. "Well, the time's come for ou to find out" "Why? What's your Interest In the undent point? Haven't I the best authority for snylng that love wasn't meant " "That's enough of that ; I won't have this attitude any longer. Plenty of time and kisses, too, It seems for every whlppersiinpplng nincompoop nothing at all for the man you mar ried" "Rut, m.v dear Horace, I can't tutu myself on and off like a hot-water faucet t And (he nincompoops never taught me that the heyday of ro mance " "Stop pi evoking me tills way 1" "Wllllngl.v. flood-by I Hut, Indeed, you mustn't think of me ns a stranger, Horace. I assure yon I'll always think of you as among my very best friends." Ills dim face became Hooded withi color. "You're niy wife, do you understand tbnt? My wife!" "Wife Is a relative term," she mid, a little fnlntl.v, again seeking to pass him. "Hut I'll leave you now." j "I'm d-d If you will," said Oio man, In a terrible olce. And, his dignity broken nltcgi.hor, he seized her furiously In his iuns. The violence of Hint embrace aston ished her. Si 111 more surprising, per haps, was the wave of resistance, of Instinctive repulsion even, that CMopt through her. She succeeded In extricating hmlf and backing away rapidly, shake?! nnd angry, vigorously rubbed with the palm of her baud the cheek her lutv band's lips bad Just grazed. Still her fixed smile mocked him. "Don't ou think, nil things consid ered, that's quite it liberty?" He lunged for her, saying guttur.tlly: "I'll show you a liberty! You for got yourself you need to lie tuugbt " "No! p-posltlvcly, you don't know me well enough for this! Please! You brute!" She managed again, though with dif ficulty, to fiee herself from those vio lent clutching urms. Her light airs were gone. She hud thought Just now tbnt If Horace touched her sbo might j actually bate lilm ; It bad not occurred to her that she would fear him, yet so It was. Now, ns ho enmo nfter her again, musculaiiy potent und altogeth er wilful, panic, suddenly nnd nunc countnhly, took possession of her. Without having planned anything of tho sort, sbo wheeled abruptly In her tracks und lied nwny from lilm. If tbnt wns n confession of werkness, unluckily It did not settle her dKllculty on the spot. With dismay she heard tho huge feet of Horace pound'ng af ter her down tlie path. ' She ran ns for life. It was n sight for tlie gods, no doubt. In the still midnight, beneath the serene moon, In this lonely plno-, wild ly and primitively beautiful, through tho groves and among the crass sped the slim white-clad wife, dark hnl (lowing nfter; and hard behind, grunt ing nnd snorting, menacing, ton, chased the heavy-built man, her husband. Different from tlie homo life of tin queen, Indeed ! On the open path ids clumsiness n equalized. She looked back, fearfull.v, over Iter shoulder; lie was gaining on her, no doubt of tiiat. Instantly slu left tho path, scrambling over Hii ro ugh boulders which Hanked It hero plunging Into tho copses, If such they were, bounding away through the vir gin woods, sure-footed as a fawn. With it wild bursting of foliage and crucklny of boughs, Horace leaped after hoc. On the dilllcult terrain Iter superior nlmblcness gave her advantage; the distance between them steadily wi dened. Onco she beard lily hoarse voice panting, "Stop! I toll jm, stop!" Now the strange thrill of the chase, tho throbbing excitement of the quar ry, set her blood atlre. She thought, "Pursue, nnd love!" nnd, laughing frantically to herself, flew He fiitcr And then, ns sbo sped ucross a sweet, open space, a glade no dottbt, pow dered with bright moonlight, she glanced back again, unwisely; nlas, her foot caught In u trailing vine and she pitched to the sward. The misfor tune, which wusn't rectified In u sec ond, cost her her lead. Releasing her self, rising dizzily, she found the pur suer almost upon Iter almost, hut not quite. She Just eluded bis fingers, breathlessly dodging; she doubled nnd turned ; nnd so, In a moment, sudden ly, she found Iter feet set on the wind lug path again, und lo, Just ahead, was the old landing, nnd beyond, open wn ter. She had forgotten tho wnter; she welcomed tho sight of It now. She wns quite spent, and thoso resolute feet were clowj behind. Flying over tho loose board, the harried wife dove cleanly into the haven of tho lake. That Horace would follow her In this maneuver hnd not occurred to her. Ho was an Indifferent swimmer, and his sinus, as wo know, was sensitive. Never having been him angry before, however, sho hnd no doubt underesti mated tho force of his rages. In fact, tho conquering male did not hcsltnto nn Instant. Ills ponderous body flying out feet first, broko wnter hardly a second behind her own. Unhappily for her, the lake wns shallow here; a tali man could stand on the bottom, and Horaco was tall, In flue, while she was still submerged, her foot was roughly seized; coining up, spluttering, site found herself ef fectually pilsoiied. Thus the Hum, like Neptune with a mermaid, had hbi way. Tlie stats looked down upon the odd conjugal caress. I'pnn the woman's lips, gasp ing and watery, tlie lips of Horace, Just as gasping, came wateiily down. Though her heart hammered with a wild excitement, shore was now no strength In her. After an Instant, her feeble struggles ceased; another In stant und, niarvclously, resistance seemed no longer of any Importance. I'nder this masterful embrace lint wife's will, her whole being. Indeed, seemed nil nt once, mysteriously, tit dissolve within her. "You witch! I will adore you for ever," panted Horace wetly. And then her bare dripping arms, lifting, went round his neck. Under the Impulse of ids arcnt love, the days mid the weeks that followed became for the wedded pair like n new and richer honeymoon. Hoi eluslvcness faded; her reticence nnd lexcrves, all tho provocative with drawals, learned after bow much tribulation, came to seem not only supeiiluous, but altogether unworthy. Since Hornco guve so lavishly, how Inconceivably mean-spirited to dole back to lilm with n thrifty und calcu lating hand! Willingly, young Laurel let her jiif go. The new banns brought their unex "erlcnced blessing. Now (lod was i-endy, In the old phrase, to smile upon Ibis union. There came another .Tunc nnd then another, and Laurel's llrst rhlhl was six months obi. Otherwise perhaps it would hardly tuive been bearable. She sat In her room near Hie jereencd open window, nursing her bov, whom she had no thought of weunlng ns yet. The sultry alternoon ivus quiet. From the piazza below floated up the voice of her husband tdly exchanging domestic news with Ills nilorlng mother, arrived the day before for her yenrly visit; but she .11 d not need that sound to make her vinombor his nearness. On the stnnd jieslde her lay a note from Howard Wltheredge, who had lately "come Into her tire" ngaln; she hnd just been thinking that nothing could lie more symliollcnl than Hint. Her name came vaguely wafting up lo her. "Laurel's stoutened," said her moth-er-in-htw, rocking comfortably, though (vlth a touch of nsthma. "It's not un hoeoming to her. I think she has mIim1 somehow. Horace? She has rained In poise?" "Yes, she's matured very much since Uo baby came," snld Horace, nnd y.vvntd a little. "She Is charming still. And n more exemplary and devoted wife I never paw. That pleases me so much. Do you know, my son," continued Mrs. Seymour, suddenly, "two years ago ulicrt I were here that spring 1 wns rutin f afraid she was drifting away from .vim Just a little?" "Really I What an Idea! . . . No, I reincmbr that summer on the lake partlculmiy," said Horace thought fully. "We bad n wonderful time." "()h, ItV evident enough that 1 was mistaken 1" mild his mother archly. "She absolutely worships you, that's as clear irs noonday." "Oil. jc." said Horace. There wit's n little silence. Down In the pasture-lot, behind tlie bain, the hu.cnm new dairy maid was climbing over the ntlh. Tho lass had a trim leg. Hnvlng ndjtisted his glasses a little, Horace natlstled himself on that point. "in fuct, If the denr creature lias a fault ut nil," ho finished Indolently, "I'd say that slio loves me u little too well." SHOWS HIMSELF TO FAITHFUL. Tradition of Riving of Martyred Priests' Coffin Has Strong Hold in New Mexico. To tilt' Church of St. Augustine at Ihletii. N. M., there tittnches u queer legend. It is the tradition of the ris ing of Pndiv Padlila'.s collln. Among the Franciscan friars who nceompinlod Coronado on bis famous march to what ho called Qulvlru country of the Wichita Indians In Kansas was Padre Juan du Padllla. This Intrepid scrvunt of Cod (when Coronado turned home wi.nl). lemalneil with n view of christianizing those Indians. He wns killed by them, nnd now tradition-has It Hint somehow In tho heavenly or dering, the body of the martyred padre got miraculously transferred from Kan sas to u place under the church altar nt Isleta, und Hint periodically the roflln, which was u section of a hollow cottonwood trunk, rises plainly to view In tho chui ch, disclosing to whomso ever may he present, tho padre, rather mummified, but still In his black whlskeis. Fine for the Bath. Tlie elllcacy of common salt as a gargle for tho throat, a dry shampoo for tho hair or for a tlve-jnlnuto morn ing rub, Is n well-recognized fact. A towel, especially prepared for the lat ter use, however, gives a neuso of well being that little oiso can equal. To prepnro It, dissolve one cupful of cither table or sen salt (preferably sen salt) In a qunrt of hot water. When cool Immerso n largo Turkish towel, allowing It to remain for IS or 20 minutes or until tho salt Is all absorbed. Hang It up and let It drip dry, without wringing. On arising In the morning rub tho body vigorously with the dry salted towel. It will give a wonderfully stimulated, Invigorated feeling. JL After Every Miat WRIGLEYS In work or play, M gives the poise und steadiness that mean success. It helps dlfji'.-stlon, allays thirst, Keep ing the mouth cool and niohil, the thronf muscles relaxed and pliant and the nerves at case. fbrtth Wnppert H35SB3 To know how good a cigarette really can bo mad vou must trv a- w A fim) LUCKY STRIKE ."ITSTOASTfcD", Requires No Attention Guaranteed Three Years At Your Local Station or Mac-Dry Bnttcry Co. of Neb. 2G17 rnrnmSt.. Onuhft W. N. U LINCOLN, NO. 15-1923. Buying Him a Suit. This Is the dllTuroiue between mother and father. When mother tales lilm downtown to buy him n suit of clothes she knowr Just how much she Is going to pa) for It, nnd she'll keep I he clerks busy .showing suits until she finds what she wants nt the price she wants. When dad takes lilm down be lets the boy pick out his own suit, nnd goes home only to lie told that he lias paid twice as much us he should. ICxcbange. , Cuticura ComfortsDaby'a Skin When led, rough und Itching, by hot baths of Cuticura Soap und touches of Cuticura Ointment. 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