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^ Copyrisht by Kathleen Norrl!
I SYNOPSIS E I I
The luck that had lirounht the Bo.-i
i > Lawrence* to California at the be.
nine of the gold rush has deserted
. present generation. From a 4.000..e
ranch, their holdings have shrunk
, a small farm, anil the old family
,rne in Clippersville. The ileath of
. r father forced the three eldest
!ren to work so that Sam and little
\'i,l miirht continue their 1
i till, now twenty-five, had pone into
.*-> iron works Gail to the public li.
ry and Kdith to the book depart
t of Clippers ville's iarpest stor.?
v.-iiteen-year-old Ariel Is becominp n
l>robIeni. and Phil is fascinated by "that
rnble" I.sly Cass, whose husband has
,j- - ort< 1 her. You rip Van Murchison.
n of a weaithj family, returns from
.1! *. and Gail has visions, through
ipe with him. of the turnlnp nf
e Lawrence luck. Dick Stebblns.
i lisi's best friend, has the run of the
> :?e. Ariel Is sneakinp out of the
use at nipht for joy rides. Phil *upto
the pirls* consternation, that
wv invite I.ily Cass to the house. Gail
p...-s with Van for a week-end with
the Chipps, his uncle and aunt. She is
n ived coldly by Mrs. Chipps and her
Sliest s.
CHAPTER IV?Continued
?9?
I-or a moment Gail could not see the
point. Then it came upon her with
sickening force, and she felt choked
and a little nauseated. The men roared ;
the girls laughed briefly, and Lenore
said. "Jim, don't he so revolting!"
"You low swine!" Lucia Tevis, who
was eighteen years old. added affectionately.
Well, what can you do?" Gal! asked
herself fiercely. She couldn't shame
Van by getting up and walking away
from the group. Her face burned
wretchedly for half an hour. She
won lit not give ill. She slept, waked,
breakfasted, went to luncheon at some
club in whose chintzy dressing room
the girls were notably rude to her,
watched her first polo game. She would
not give in.
Fight, tight, tight. She made herself
pretty, she made herself amusing, she
10tight hack the constant impulse to
say, "Oh, Van, take me home!" No,
no, no! This was her chance; she
would not lose It. She grew almost
'verish. her clear skin unusually pale,
her blue eyes unusually bright, and
was the prettier for it.
Van saw nothing, lie was in great
spirits, rushing from one thing to another?cocktails,
bridge, tennis, swim
ming. polo, golf?at breakneck speed.
I'y Saturday night till these were exhausted,
radio and victrola had dene
tueir worst, and it was decided that
Mockerson's offered the only possible
amusement.
This was at about nine o'clock. Into
cars they all accordingly piled, and off
into the night they went. A dreary
dressing room, after the cold run, and
the girls powdering their noses, reddening
their lips again. Another bleaklooking
table with a limp spotty cloth
on it. They were all so tired they almost
laid their heads on the cloth, and
?Sail was scared when she saw the hip
tlasks and the red wine again. Van
had driven like a crazy man on those
steep circuitous roads coming over;
lie certainly would not be in a condition
to drive more carefully going back.
4 course, they would get back to the
ranch somehow, but it was frightening.
Funny to think of herself as home
again tomorrow night, playing solitaire.
Well, one thing was sure; if she
ever married . an Murehison or anyone
like him she would cure him of
this sort of craziness.
Mockerson's was as dull as ditch
water tonight. There were parties in
the curtained alcoves, shouting and |
uui tne mam room was empty.
A heavy fog was rolling in from the
^ca; the motor cars that went by made
a muffled sound In the dark night.
"You're awful cute!" Van said affectionately.
covering Gail's hand with
his own. ?
A noisy party stumbled out of an
alcove and scattered wearily toward
dressing rooms for wraps.
"We ought to be going, too!" Lenore
decided. "This is too awful!"
They stumbled up In their turn,
staggered up the smelly, unpainted
stairs to the odorous, damp, bleak
dressing room. Its window, on this
raw night, was wide open, the salty
air blowing in deliciously cold and
fresh.
"This won't -*e!" Gall said, going to
close it Standing beside it. both hands
raised to the center rill, she looked
down at a pool of bright light from
the tavern doorway below.
"Come here, Duchess. That's the color
hair i mean!" Lucia said suddenly,
at Gall's elbow, also looking down.
"Ash blond?and that's a real one, too.
I/>ok!"
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By KATHLEE
(Jail looktil, too. Looked down ut g<
the bareheaded, loudly laughing girl w
a big raccoon-coated man was helping in
into a roadster, she recognized the
ash-blond hair, the curve ot sort cheek, ei
It was Ariel.
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CHAPTER V
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Gail had a sick moment of vertigo. ^
of terror. What she saw. what It sig- a
nificd, where she was and where Ariel
was?everything rushed together in a 11
complete demoralization of miiul and
a
senses.
After a while she turned and dazed- 1
iv reached for l.er brown coat and buttoned
its belt about her. She followed *
the other girls downstairs, not knowing
where she was nor what she was do ^
ing. 1
She was next to Van on the drive
home. The cars shot away into the
foggy night; the big engines throbbed s
on the grade. When they reached the 1
top of the long rise, and the machines (
could run quietly, cautiously, through
the enveloping .hick mists, (Jail spoke "
for the first time. v
"Van, you saw those men and the a
two girls?the ones who were making 1
so much noise?"
"Didn't notice 'em specially?why?" n
Van shouted.
"Oh, nothing!" Gail, actually writh Jt
ing, saying the soundless words of
prayers with trembling lips, added no 0
more. But her soul was sick. tl
"Ariel! Oh, my (I?d?not yet eight- f
een!" v
Then night and fog and the exploring
lights of the car and her own sick, i,
heavy heartbeats again. s
It was like a horrible dream. She h
was miles?miles from home, from
Phil and I^ditli, and security and goodness
and help.
The need to be at tiotne gnawed at
her llesh like teeth; her face burned,
she could not breathe.
"Van. how far are we from home?"
"From Los (latos? Let's see?"
"No. From Cllpi?ersville."
"Oh. Clippersville? Oh?well, about
seventy miles."
Seventy miles! They seemed to fall
on her heart like so many separate
blows. Was somebody driving Ariel seventy
miles borne tonight? What was
she doing away from home? Where
did Phil and Kdith think she was? Perhaps
Phil and Kdith were dead. . . .
Perhaps they were scouring the town
for Ariel, telephoning Dorothy, telenhmiiiH'
tho I.ovoln.*???' a ?wl rw.t
there!
"Papa told us to take care of tile
children! And little Ariel, that Mother
only stayed with four days?!
"And what does Ariel know about
danger? Nothing. She's a baby. Men
think she's pretty, and it amuses her.
She never dreams. . . .
"Oh, my <1?d! Where is she now?"
It was impossible thai 11! hours
must pass before she could be home
again and know the worst. Hours?
hours! They proved to be the longest
through which she had ever lived. m
Vaguely, secondary things penetrat- s^
ed the tlaming wall of thought that fr
shut her in. She realized, alone in her lu
comfortable cabin room, that she was
not going to sleep. SI
Ariel! Ariel! Ariel! si
She walked out under the redwoods tl
Just as dawn began to paint the west- ol
ern face of the canyon with streaks st
of vermilion.
Then she must have gone back and e<
flung herself on her bed and fallen w
asleep, for she was awakened by the cl
other girls' laughter and voices at ten, "I
and roused herself, sti.fT anu half sick, cc
with heavy eyes anil chilled wet feet, tli
She crept down to the main cabin for gi
breakfast only anxious to avoid notice,
to secure the earliest possible escape m
for home. B
They were all going up to San Mateo, sr
for It appeared that Van was to take si
the place of a missing polo player; al
every one was very much excited about
the game. ti
But she was In a fever to get home, hi
Van's arguments, his pleading, fell on b<
deaf ears. Ariel perhaps murdered, n<
Phil and Kdith crushed with terror and
doubt, and they wanted her to go to at
San Mateo and applaud the chukkers te
of a polo game! ja
In the end she had her way, and was tli
established in the roomy empty back h<
of a big closed car. Van saw her off hs
reproachfully. h?
"You piker!" di
"I know it." She smiled a sickly th
smile at the handsome boy. ly
"Why don't you stay and swim, anyway.
It's noon; you'll cook?driving pi
home through the valley!"
"I can't I promised Ariel?" Gi
"Oh, Ariel nothing! Listen, I got one m
rphy, N. C., Thursday, A|
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mkI look at your little sister, and I e?
ant to tell you something! She can pi
anage her own affairs."
Her face, already pale with heat and tl
notion, grew whiter. oi
"How d'you mean you?you saw
Hen" l?;
"Why?" He looked at her in puz
led surprise. "Why, she was at your tl
ouse that Sunday night, two weeks it
go." o:
lie had not seen tier at Mocker son's
len! (iail sank back. n:
"Come on. have a change of heart,
nd let's swim! And then we'll go up
> San Mateo." P
His laughter, the grin of his hi
rown hand, would have been irresisti w
le twenty-four hours ng?>. I'.nt < nit ii
.as hardly conscious of them now. n
ibsently, apologetically, she persisted, n
aid her farewells.
The world that was all pleasure? e
witnming, bridge, polo, tennis, frocks, f
rips?closed behind her as a pool v
loses over a stone. cj
She would he home before three ^
i'clock. She must be patient. She h
rould he rushing into the old house?
nd what a haven of rest and cool- '
less and ease it would he!?at three r
'clock. She would find I'hil there,
aggard and wild. Kdith stricken. Sain i|
taking frightful suggestions about '
ragging the river and notifying the s
olice. v
"We Lawrences can never hold up s
ur heads after this again," she
bought. Not that it mattered, if Ariel, c
lightened and sobered, were home. ?
ere safe! n
Thirty miles more! Her face was a
urned by the hot wind, and her head 1
plittiug. Twenty miles?ten miles. The f
ig gas tank came into view, the red
"Ash Blond?and That's a Real One, ^
Look!" ^
tills, the canneries, and Anally the
vimming treetops of Cllppersvllle.
>om which dazzling lines arose like I
airs of white tire.
Gail's heart was suffocating: her. *
tie said only incoherent farewells, as ?
le descended from the back seat into
le heavenly green shadiness of the
Id garden, and catching up her heavy
litcase ran for the side door.
On the threshold of the quiet, shad- le
1 kitchen she stopped short. Edith m
as sharing a light refection of artl- ai
lokes and bread pudding with a book. ri
Martin Chuzzlewit." Ariel, dainty and w
>ol, was sitting at the other end of tl
le kitchen table, cleaning gloves in
isoline. 1)1
For a moment revulsion of feeling ,a
ade Gall feel nctuully dizzy and weak.
ut if Ariel saw anything amiss her lJl
nile of surprise and welcome gave no di
gn of it, and Edith's delight covered 1,1
1 other emotions for a space. 1,1
"Oh, Gail, we didn't expect you unI
suppertime! Oh, darling, did you to
ive a good time? Was it fun? I've ai
?en thinking and thinking?but you've ^
>t had lunch!"
Edith was In her arms, was racing hi
H>ut the kitchen eagerly, mixing iced a*
a. taking rolls from the old black h*
panned bread box. Ariel got up from of
te table to come and bestow one of P<
?r strange kisses. Gail, seated, her di
it pushed off her damp, pale fore- w:
?ad, felt that she was still in the
-earn, and that things had shifted
lemselves about on all sides, strange,
as they did in dreams. of
"But tell us, tell us, tell us!** Edith a%
eaded. h<
adu wnui u jou uo lasi nignt r si<
all could Anally ask, when the swim- he
log pool, the frocks, and the general at
>ril 25, 1935
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"WICU Service ^
tciteinent of Far Niente had been
retty generally reviewed.
"Ariel was with Dorothy Camp. So
ie boys and 1 had to console each
[her!"
Gail gave Ariel her big sisterly, syruathetie
smile.
"Was that fun?" she asked, feeling
mt it was somebody else talking, that
was all a part in a play?in one
f their Sunday night charades.
"Fun. They stayed at the Fairlont."
said the eager Fdith.
"Oh. did you. baby?"
"We went to a movie," Ariel suplied.
Then?then the girl at >Iockerson*s
asn't Ariel? or else . . . Gail's first
npulse to tell her sisters of her sickess
and frigiit died away. She dared
ot risk that yet.
Pence and shadiness held the kitchn.
Ariel was expecting some boy
nenu tor supper; Kdith was going to
ralk over to Mrs. Appleby's at live
'clock to ask about the tiesta dresses; i
lam was working; IMill had said that
le must go to the office.
"Which I shrewdly suspect Is
Thomas Street hill!" 1-Mith confessed
uefully.
Home. The intinite peacefillness of
! ! (Sail, looking at Ariel, could not
elieve that her feverish, frightened
uspicions of last night had any basis
whatever. This was all reassuring, all
oothing.
It was not believable that this innoent
child of seventeen, in the blue
rgandy, had upon her mind any secret
s disgraceful as a midnight escapade
t Mockerson's.
I'.ut as soon as they had an opporunity
to speak t?? each other alone,
iail went straight to the point.
"Ariel, did you ever hear of a roadouse
called Mockersonjs?"
The blond head, with its drift of Uyway
gold hair, came up like a tlash.
nd Clail knew.
Ariel shrugged slightly, wary eyes
n Gail's face.
"Yep," she admitted briefly.
Then there was a long silence. Aril's
eyes met her sister's.
"Some of us went over from the
hipp ranch," Gail said, returning the
teaily gaze. "What were you doing
lere. Ariel?"
The tone was dispassionate, quiet,
ut Gail's breast rose and fell once,
i a heavy sigh.
"What?what you were, if you were
lere and saw me, l suppose!" Ariel
urted, in a tone that was meaut to
s bold and turned out merely treminir
and frlirhtenod.
1
(.Jail took the shock without a sign,
dug on patiently.
"Who were you with, dear?"
"Oli, don't dear me!" protested Ariel,
i sudden ugliness. "You know you
link I'm a lost soul, and you're goig
to tell I'hil, and stir up all sorts
,r trouble."
TO BE CONTINUED.
lid Whaling Trips Kept
Sailors Away Four Years
In the old daj*3 of the whaling lnistry,
the men who went to sea in ;
;arch of these prized creatures of the 1 :
iep were often gone from home as
ng as three or four years at a time. !
Each whaling ship, says a writer in j I
le St. Louis Globe-Democrat, carried i i
?ur sharp-prowed boats. When a
hale was sighted these boats were J
t down into the water, each one 5
anned by a helmsman, four oarsmeo 1
ad a headsman. The helmsman car
eu snarp narpoons, to which lines T
ere attached, and threw then Into r
le body of the whale. i
Then began a great battle. The _
eadsman attacked the whale with
nces, but the maddened monster often J
agged the boat for many miles j
irough the water. Often, too, he I
ved to the bottom, and the lines on
e harpoons that held him paid out for
ousands of feet.
Eventually, however, the whale had
come back to the surface to breathe,
id then he was killed by a lance s
irust in a vital spot. V
Today most whalers are strongly
lilt iron ships, and the small boats \
e equipped with cannons to fire the j
irpoons into the whale. A charge
Masting powder attached to the har
>on then kills the whale, which Is
agged back to the parent ship by a
indlass.
41 Leisure Hours
The New York committee on the Use
Leisure Time discovered that the
erage individual spends the 168
>urs in the week thus: 77 hours for
eep? meals and personal care; 40
?urs for work; 10 hours traveling to
id from work, and 41 hours at lelsur*.
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Inst are distinguished by seent. A
iew wife Is at once taken to the
taster of fragrance, who, afcer a
areful study of her personality,
forks out a formula for a perfume
hat will thereafter identify her.
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I simply took ? ?
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