THE SUNDAY HRE: OMAHA. SEPTEMBER 24. 1922.
THE OUTLAW
() nllsue ttmm '' Tl
fy Arthur Stringer
gry I am." h equivocated a lie
fell to wtk preparing supper.
She did what she could to help
Mm in that jovidl task, both mar
vrliug at (lie adroitness of I Ik- bid
tunc lamprr beside her art. ro
leiling that she loved to see life
funic so iiiitle it approai hrd the
primitive. An tiiltl spirit of hilar
it y, indeed, scrmrd to overtake
Carnma during that meal in
walling evening light, hhe ap
peared waywardly youthful and
tin free, impressing the brooding
eyed Cosgrave II very tiiurli like
a child intent on getting the most
out ( her holiday. He trifd n4
In think of the future, hut he wii
lint of the breed Out can live in
moment alone, Yrt he vihed,
.above all things, that the clink of
the world would stop,
The clock of the world, how
ever, does not Hop at Ihe wi-.li of
mere mortals. Fven the girl
looked up, eventually, from the
liurrotiiriK glow of the eriiben,
with a glance about at the gather
ing dusk.
"Don't you think we ought to be
Marling hark" she asked out of
, (he silence which had fallen over
them.
He mit itudyiug hrr face.
"Supposing we don't go bark?"
fie suggested, more solemnly than
be had intrndrd.
She looked up at him and
laughed. And he found loiiiething
foriiiymg in hrr matter of. factum.
fl'm afraid we haven't any
.choice in the matter," ihe asserted.
''No, we haven't much choice in
the matter," he rcwalrd at he
watched her rice to her feet.
"There are certain rulci of the
game, of coune, that have to be
observed," explained the girl as
lie busied herself in gathering up
the ramp outfit, r
"J mt that mustn't be'brokcn?"
he supplemented, li he, too, rose
tardily to his fret.
"Or mine solemn eyed person
will be stepping up to remind us
that we've broken them," she was
inconsiderate enough to assert,
Cosgrave seemed unable to find
any adequate reply to this thrust.
He remained oddly silent as they
picked their way out to the nar
row rurve of the beach where they
had first landed from their canoe.
Ihe enormity of his offense was
rot at the moment troubling him.
He was too ocupicd in wondering
how she was going to accept the
situation with which she was about
to he confronted. Yet faintly but
persistently Ihe solitariness of her
figure as she stood scanning the
lonely shore line disturbed him.
He began to realize that he had
carried her a long way off from
the world where she belonged.
She stopped suddenly and looked
down at the sand, where the mark
(Continued From ruga Five.)
to be in the fifth grade. Please
lend me a button. I promise to
obey the rules. 'I have one sis
ter, her name is Lavern. I have
a pet cat it is gray. I must close,
so goodbye Helen Goodman,
Ohiowa, Neb.
Mary and the Fairy.
Once there was a poor woodcut
ter who had a little child called
Mary. One day Mary's father fell
sick. He called to his dauuhtcr
and said: "Mary, I know mv end
is coming and I want you to be
good to your mother, just as you
have been to me." He then gave
her. a kiss on the forehead, turned
his face to the wall and died.
Mary and her mother had a hard
time to get enough money to get
food and clothing. One dav
'Mary's mother told her to stay at
home, as she was going to the
store to get a few things to eat.
Mary told her mother she would.
Alter Mary's mother had gone, she
went upstairs to take a nap. She
dreamed that she was crying and
that a fairy came to hrr and ask
ed her what was she troubled
about. Mary told her that they
had no nionry to buy clothes and
food. The fairy told hrr not to cry
for she would see that thiv would
have plenty of money to buy
clothes with. When Mary woke
up she was astonished to see hrr
mot lie r ' standing by hrr and
that she had a new dress on and
some clothes for Mary, art.l that
they had a very luce, new house
and I tut it was furnished very
nice, t suppose ihe fairy did this
foe the liMle gul because she was
good. Well I must close as my
teller Is getting kn ku h Saun
ders, Twrntytislh and llriuon,
ShiOi Side, Omaha, Nb,
A Oood NecofvL
ls Happy: I Have written to
vsj kelpie and rceie4 my "
but lt it at ,Uv. II sent an
ether 2 teat lump will tt p'rsse
In4 me aitwhee p,n?
We ss HiMH-a txitt lrtift
lt tele t4 te base tU when
of ihe raiine keel was still discern
ible, 'I In ii she glannd about the"
shallow cove
"Where's our boat?" she asked,
with her eyes directly on Cos
grave's face.
Instead of returning that gaze be
preferred looking out over the
darkening , lake water.
"It's guile," he announced.
"Hut how could it go?" she
asked, much more quietly than he
had expected.
. "It must have got adrift and
blown away in this olfshore
breeze," he told her.
She was sihnt moment.
"Have we any other way of get
ting back?"
"None whatever," he was com
pelled to acknowledge.
"Tin n what can we do?" she de
manded. "We'll have to wait here until
Somebody comes and takes us olf."
Still again she stood silent. A
loon cried, upwind, and a star or
two showed in the high arch of
the sky. There was a lonely sound
in the lisp of the water at their
feet.
"Do they know where you arc?"
she asked in a slightly sharpened
oice.
"Who?"
"Anybody."
"No," he replied. And still again
she stood silent.
"I told Kcnnie I was coming
here,' she finally said, "lint
they'd never think of looking for
us till morning. And then it would
he too late."
"Too late for what?" asked the
man at her side. And the girl's
laugh was a slightly acidulated
one. i ,
"For our good friend, Mrs.
Grundy," she explained.
"I thought that lady belonged to
the Victorian era," he contended.
"Qn the contrary, she still
moves in the very best circles. And
the belter ihe circle the more ter
rible you'll find her disapproval."
"What docs that mean?"
"It means I'm lost," was her do
lorous reply. '
"Lost to what?" .
She preferred apparently not
answering that question. And Cos
grove began to see that the situ
ation wasn't as simple as he had
imagined.
"1 can swim for it if you wan
me to,' he told her,
"How far is it?" she asked.
"It's seven miles to the nearest
mainland. I think I could make
it in a rouple of hours."
She looked at the water and
turned away with what he thought
was a shudder.
"No, no; you musn't do that!
Something might happen 1"
"Would you care?" he asked.
; : ,
Letters From Happy land Reader $ . ;
we call Tudie, Teddy and Jiggs.
They dig up all my mother's flow
er beds to bury their boner in and
she gets pretty sore at them but
my two brothers and I think they
' are better than the flowers. We
have a cat, too, and they are nice
' to the cat in trie house, but when
they catch it out doors it soon goes
up a tree a flying.
Our school will soon begin and
I will be glad. -I went all last year
witlrbut being absent or tardy and
earned a gold pin. I am going to
try to do as well again this year.
I will be in the fourth grade.
Clarence Davis, Wolhach, Neb.
A New Member.
Dear Happy: I want to join
your happy tribe. I will be in
the eighth grade in school this
full. 1 am 12 years old. 1 read
the Happyland every Sunday. Kit
closed phase find a 2-cent stamp
and the Coupon. I would like
to have you send me a Go-Hawk
button. My letter is Retting long
so must stop, Fern Marsh, Jack
son, Neb.
WiFlUlp.
Dear Happy: I read the Happy
Land page every Sunday. I hkt
it ery inurh. When we gel the
paper I look for the Happy-1 and
page if 1 have nothing eke to do.
t like it very much. I am svndiug
a two cent stamp to get a button.
1 hope I'll get my button soon, I
promise to hrlp someone every
day. I will try to protect all birds
and dumb animals, I would like if
some i( Ihe Go Hawks would
write. I wilt 'd!y answer- l.i
rUimh, Kouie 0. m tate of Alt
IMmiiU, lUilau, la.
A Ntw Member. ,
Dtsr lUppt; I ant wnt ng lo
X '.r lUiipv tribe, I o send
uirf a .'cent sump, I wih uu
Wtuld send me my huitttts as
as slile I am II ) old
aM I ' i" the sisiH g'-.t I
0i It.ne iitiii s. .!.
' oe h s t lUiml Ktm!' s
t ,!, Nib,
And for the second time she left
one of bis questions unanswered.
"I suppose wr could try a signal
fire?" site finally suggested.
Yet, we could do that. Hut I
don't imagine they'd understand."
"No, I don't imagine they'll un
derstand." she admitted a she sat
down on the sand. He unfolded
the waterproof ramp blanket and
draped it about hrr shoulders.
More than ever she impressed hun
is somthing infinitely fragile, a
somthing infinitely fragile betrayed
into hands unworthily rough,
"What are we going to do?" she
asked, slant g. at him through the
uncertain light,
"We're going to stay here," he
proclaimed.
"No, no; I don't mean that." she
corrected. "I mean afterward."
"I'm afraid you'll have to marry
me," he announced, as impersonally
as he was able.
He waited for her to speak,
scarcely breathing.
"Because the situation demands
expiation?" she quietly inquired.
-No; because I want you so
much," he just as quietly told her,
"How much?" she asked.
"More than I can ever tell yon
he said. '
She started to laugh, but it ended
in a sigh.
"I'm afraid you're only trying to
make the best of a bad bargain,"
she protested.
"1 don't care what it is so long
as is brings me you!"
"Hut how about my feeling?"
she demanded with unlooked for
spirit.
"Let's not talk about it now," he
ftrotesteit as he reached for his belt
latchet. "I think wc ought to go
back to the fire, where 1 can make
you comfortable."
"I'm afraid that's out of the ques
tion tonight!"
but she let him had her back
by tbe hand to where the bed of
embers still lay. He left her there
and groped his way out to the up
' per end of the island, where the
scrub growth was a trifle heavier.
It took him soiiie time to cut
enough branches for a windbreak
and a bed. When these were car
ried back he fell to gathering what
wood he could find f"r a ''rc'
When the smoldering sticks broke
out into an open blaze he put up
his small shelter of cedar and jack
pine. On the windward side of
it he built a bed of evergreens,
carefully "feathering" the branches
so that the softer ends lav along,
the top. Then he went bark to the
beach and gathered up the rest of
his duffel. When he returned to
the fire he found the girl kneeling
before it, watching Ihe flames. Her
silence filled him with a, vague
trouble.
"You must be tired," he sug
gested as he placed the canoe
.Our Invalid.
Dear Happy. 1 have been sick
three and oiif-half months. First
I had quirizy. Now I ant getting
over diphtheria paralysis. I am
enclosing a 2-cent stamp for a
Go-Hawk pin. My lister is go
ing to join too. I and another
girl are going to start a tribe. I
wish some of the Go-Hawks would
write to me. I will close for this
time. Nell Louise Kunsch, age
12. 4020 Browne street. Omaha,
Neb.
A New Member.
Dear Happy: I would like to be
a Go-Hawk. I am 11 years old.
We just subscribed for The Sun
day Omaha Bee. I am very anx
ious to he a Go-Hawk, The
stories this Sunday were very
good. I can sing. I can play the
piano. I can play. I hope 1 can
join. Yours truly, Lorenc Norton.
Brock, Neb.
WilT"i7Kinl
Dear Happy: I am enrloiong
the coupon and a 2 cent stamp. 1
promise to be kind lo all dumb ani
mals. I have two dear little kit
lens for pets. We call them HufT
and l"usy. 1 would like to join
the tio-llawks' happy tribe. My
letter is getting long so 1 will close
for this time- era l)krmait,
aged 9, Fremont, Neb.
A FifthGrsder.
Dear Happy: 1 would like to
join Ihe Go Hawk. I am 10 and u
the tilth A. I am sending you a .'
cent stamp and coupon. Yours
truly, Milin I'rohm, tli North
l hirty thiid St., Omaha. Nl,
Forgot Sump.
1 h following names hsve hern
rr.ciycd by Happy, but Ihe writers
forgot lo rncb'e a stamp. S
write a.ain and riuU st.tmp,
n.nie and d In s an. I tour G.
Hwk tiutt.iit still l-i s.i.l la tot
tiii'in d i I) ,
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yr,n I hU I t ) iLUh I l : IU I
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lw.tsn, !lrv. Nth ; l'.ul. t'.t,
Msttrsw, Nvb , IkiHi.t lii!t,
rushion on the bed of evergreen!
for hrr. ,
"1 was never more wide awake
in my hie."
'"Hut 1 want you to wrap up and
Vc.'p warm," he told her, conscious
of the sharpening tang in that up
land night air,
"All right," she said, with con
solatory matter of lai'ttiess.
Mie stood docile as he wrapped
her up, muminyhkr, in his camp
blanket. She remained equally
impassive as he puked her up and
carried her to the wind break and
adjusted Ihe cushion for her head,
"You're not going away?" she
said, silting up and leaning on her
elbow, a moment later. For he had
retreated to Ihe far side of the bed
of roals.
"I'll slay up and keep the fire go
ing," he rx plained.
"That doesn't seem fair," she
protested.
He added fresh fuel to the coals
before he spoke.
"There's only one thing that
keeps this from being the hap
piest night of my life," he told her
as he sat down, vith the fire be
tween them.
"What is that on thing?" she
asked, staring up at the star
spangled vault of heaven.
"I he thought that it's the only
night we may ever have like this,"
he replied. "Do you mind if I
smoke?"
"Of course not," she said in a
slightly flattened voice.
"He filled his pipe and struck a
match.
"Which are the Pleiades?" she
asked, out of the silence that had
fallen over them.
He pointed them out to her with
his pipe stem. She stared up at
them for a long time.
"Are you comfortable?" he final
ly asked.
."It'l heavenly," she said with a
small sigh of contentment.
"And you're not not altogether
sorry?" ,
"Are you?'?
His face was unduly solemn.
"Yes," he said at last.
"Why?" she asked.
"He-cause I have sometilmg on
my ' conscience."
"I can't imagine yoi doing any
thing very had," she said after s
moment of silence.
"Hut 1 did do it," he asserted.
"When?
"Today;" ,
"I'd rather not talk about it," she
surprised him by saying.
"Hut I want you to know."
"What is that big star going
down in the west?" she quietly in
terposed. .
He told her that it was Venus.
"And is that Orion, almost over
our heads?"
Osceola, Neb.; Bernice Pritchard,
Sargent, Neb.; Bethe B. Cornelius,
Hastings, Neb.; Madie Plotts, Mil
ford, Neb.; Evelyn Frost, Wolbach,
Neb.; Lucilc Johnson, 901 Avenue
C, Council Bluffs, la.; Ralph
C'apazo, 2009 Dorcas street, Omaha,
Neb.; Efiie Benedict, Glen wood,
la.; Ruth Saunders, Twenty-sixth
and Harrison streets, South Oma
ha, Neb.; Ruby Warner, Seneca,
Neb.; Olaf Nordtand. Columbus,
Neb.; Anna Marie Johnson, Shel
ton. Neb.; Funiee Hansen, Tilden,
Neb.; Leo Shestak, Dorecster,
Neb.; Jeannetta Knutzen; Flinor
Geiser, Columbus, Neb.; Byrl.
Woolsey, Mimden, Kan.; Lcland
K. Surface, Silver Creek, Neb.;
Violiuda Liehig, Platte Center,
" Neb.; Vesta Cronin. Platte Center,
Neb.; Viola Hclmke. Scottsblutf,
Neb,; Kdwin Block; Irma MeKin
ney, Giltner, Neb.
Loves Birds.
Dear Happy; I am sending you
a 2 cent stamp for a Go-Ilawk but
ton. I am 4 years old and like to
hear the stories and letters that
are in The Omaha lice every Sun
day. There are some birds who
have a nest in our porch post,
't here sre three, haby birds in the
nest and they will soon he big
enough t. rlv . I watch them
eery day. Kvilvn Jov Ray, iMI.i
Towlc Stieet; Falls lily. Nob.
Wants to Join.
Dear Happy: I am 7 year old.
1 want to be a Co hawk. I'li-a-r
send me a pin. Dear Happy, I
have a dog named l iny. He likes
Jo. play anil I have a cat named
Tiii'iniV Shf like to pl.l) loo. 1
vd he O, to good il sou dn snj
u a pin.-Curtis kubtu, I'rdar
lilwils, ,Nrb.
A Wyoming Go-Hawk.
m llipps - I nad ltiut lbs
Go UU I would like tu I r
lotig lo the i hilt, am tiding
mv .' tent stamp I will lr In do
S . it.lnvti not (Us sltd lt kind
lo tbniib kttil I ant i w'
I'M n 1 in ihf (ili'i .l. kuih
Vt.lt tstA tijn, v,,
JJ , I.Ktuai M
He acknowledged that it was.
"And those lights along the
water?" she asked a moment later.
"What are they?"
He swung around and stared out
over Ihe lake. Then his heart sank.
"That must be Ihe Wohott
launch," he listlesidy admitted "Yes,
there's her searchlight I And she'l
heading directly for us!"
The girl threw off the camp
blanket and came and stood beside
him.
"Are they coming for us?"' she
asked in little more than a whisper.
"They must be," he decorously
acknowledged.
"You don't seem glad!"
"I'm not!"
She surprised him bv moving a
little closer to him in the darkness.
"Neither am I," she said, very
sofilv.
"Why do you say that?" he in
sisted. "because I'd rather be here with
you," she found the courage to ad
mit. "But I've got to tell yotj why
you've had to be here with me,"
lie proclaimed.
'Terhafts I know already."
"No you don't understand. But
I want you to." He had to take
a deep breath before he could go
on, "That canoe didn't go adrift
this afternoon. I pushed it into the
water and let it go, deliberately."
"Why did yon do that?" she
asked with her Hand on his arm.
"Because I forgot about every
thing except that I loved you and
wanted to be with you."
She moved stilt closer in tinder
his shoulder. a
"Then kiss me quick, before they
come," she said in an abandoned
small whisper.
He gathered her in his arms and
held her close, with her upturned
lips warm against his own.
"You know what this means?"
lie demanded as the voices calling
across the water brought him back
to a forgotten world..
"What?" she asked with a little
ratch in her voice,
"That we'll have to tell them,",
he said as he faced the approaching
lights, "how we belong to each
other now."
"Perhaps we won't need to,"
said the girl at Lis side.
"Why won't we?" asked Cos
grave, with her hand imprisoned
in his.
"Because I warned Kecnie this
afternoon," she said with quiet
candor, "that I was going to set
that canoe adrift. But you didn't
give me the chance, this time, of
being the outlaw. And that's why
I feel there's still some hope for
you!"
Copyright, 1922, 1,y Arthur Stringer.
A New Member.
Dear Happy: I would like to
join the Go-Ifawk Happy Tribe. I
tiu seuuiiig a -cem stamp ior
my button. I am 12 years old
and in the ninth grade at school.
Please send my button as soon as
you possibly can. I wish some oft
the Go-hawk tribe would write to
me. As my letter is getting long
I will close. Ravina Everett, age
12, Union, Neb.-
A Montana Go-Hawk.
Dear Happy: 1 am sending a
2-cent stamp and would like t'
join the Go-Hawks.
1 have four white cats, half at
gora, and a clog, Ring, His nann
is derived from a white rinp.
around his throat. I ride horse
hack and enjoy it very much.
Yours truly, Katlicrine Smock,
Age 12, St. Ignatius. Mont.
First Letter,
Dear Happy: This is my first
letter to your page. 1 am 11 year v
old and have two brothers and
two sisters. I am a member of
the Go-Hawks, I go to Suudav
school every Sunday, Mv teacher's
name is Mrs. Barlow. We all like
her. (intrude Mildred Olhrey,
Aged II. Decatur, Neb,
Will the following Go-Hawks '
p'.v.iie send proper address lo
Happyland? Buttons have been
sent to you ami relumed for
proper address.
Kitlmd Kee Chancy, Ruby
Trr, ilma Johnson, Father
M. i'lilver, Ihrtina Katith, Ma. .
hie Hrisy, Lucille Herder,
Grace Fhul, Catherine Winer
Lucille Roc, Rra Leonard,
koliiii Wamn, Alton IUnn . t
l.n.-iin A Isms, All hoii j!.ot
I con Miller lawmtce Wlni-.
I u.r.i.a Rill k.v Mead, A'
hirt ( hti., Miinll Warrtu,
n. . i lint Vvi,rll rtiiMiu Millrr,
I.T.Un,- ia!l, lK!!ri ttiln '.
H. rt'i, Htv.s, 11. i f '.!
I !H II. Otfo.'S Harhfteltr
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