Honey
By
Copyright by Frances Shelley We*
CHAPTER X
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Pilar vtood motionless, her hands
clasped tightly around the railing, staring
at him. Bryn moved off again toward
the house. He suggested to Pilar
that they go in. but she shook her head
and did not answer, and Bryn did not
wait. It had suddenly occurred to him
what It was that he must do. and do
quickly. He tnust find Deborah, and
tell her that he loved her. He reached
the door of her sitting room. He
tapped. There was no answer He
entered, and closed the door gently
behind him.
Bryn hesitated, his eyes going to her
closed bedroom door. He straightened
his shoulders. He rapped lightly on
the door. She would be there. She
would he dressing for dinner.
"YosV her voice answered, softly
with that small lilt In It that sang in
his heart night and day.
"tt's T. Bryn." he said. "I . . .
could you come nut and . . . and speak
to me? I want to tell you something."
"There was a little hesitation, and
.hen she said quietly, ".Tust a minute."
And. ifter the minute, she opened the
door and came out.
She was wearing n dress he had
never seen, another old fashioned one.
the quaintest and most old fashioned
one possible, but her beauty in it took
ins nreaui away.
"Yon wanted to toll nio something?"
she repeated.
I try n looked at her. There she was,
the girl he loved, with his wedding
ring on her linger; and he had come
racing to tell her that he loved her,
and now that she was here before hiiu,
he was afraid.
"Aren't you going to tell tne something?"
Deborah repeated, knitting her
brows faintly.
Bryn started. "Yes," he muttered,
lie swallowed. "Deborah, that Is . . .
did she ... 1 mean, what did i'ilar say
to you this morning? 1 mean, what
she said isn't important, but 1 want to
know . . . that is. did she try to make
you think that . .
Deborah was looking at him with
Those quiet eyes. She shook her head.
' ft doesn'f matter," she salil gently,
"f understand."
Itryn took a deep hreatli. "You . . .
you don't understand." he protested.
* I'm trying to say that whatever she
told you was wrong. It isn't true."
ITer glance dropped quickly to her
hands, clasped t? getlier before her. "It
is true," she said with conviction.
"What is?" l?rvn said in desnprntlmi
?,\Yh:it slip said. Hut it doesn't matter,
you know. That is. not to me. 1
ran imagine that you must he troubled,
when you think about the position you
find yourself in. but you needn't he
troubled on my account. Really, Bryn.
If only we ... if only there were some
way . . . I?ut Grandmother ..."
"The position I find myself in?" Bryn
repeated incredulously. "What position
do I find myself in?"
Deborah was silent for a long moment.
her eyes still hidden. Then she
raised them, and said. "Let's not discuss
it. Bryn. ?t Isn't necessary."
"Did she suggest," Bryn demanded
'tensely, "did she suggest that I was,
or ever had been, in love with her? 1
suppose that's not a question a man
ought to ask. but 1 think I'm justified.
I'm just beginning to wake up to a
number of things. Tell me . . . did
she?"
Deborah's eyes darkened. "She
Showed me her ring."
"Her ring? What ring?"
"The ruby you gave her."
"Oh." Bryn said after a moment. He
turned and walked away across the
room. He couldn't stand being there
so close to her without touching her,
ami there was still too much between
them to think of touching her. "Did
she suggest it was an engagement ring.
Deborah? Did che dare say it was?"
"I . . . It wasn't what she said. I
thought that was what she meant. But
you needn't explain these things to me,
Bryn. There isn't any explanation due
me, you know. The explanation. It
seenis to me. Is due to Pilar herself.
She . . . she doesn't know exactly why
you married me. It must puzzle her
dreadfully. It must hurt her. Couldn't
vou tell her? She is all torn to pieces
with being hurt about it. wondering
about It. I can see why she talks as
he does. I don't quite ... it doesn't
matter," she said hastily, and then,
"gain, "I think you ought to tell her."
*T have told her." Bryn said, and
came a step closer. "She knows exactly
why I wanted to marry you, Deborah.
Nobody in this world could have It any
plainer."
I'm glad."
Bryn can e back to stand before her.
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"Deborah. if 1 explain about that ring,
will you believe me?"
"It isn't necessary for you to explain.
It Isn't any of my business."
"But I want to explain. Will you
believe me?"
Her eyes met his steadily. "Of
course. But . .
"Don't object, please. Listen. Deborah
... it was as businesslike a
transaction as this. When I went to
the Orient I was headed for India. We
had talked all sorts of nonsense about
jewels and precious stones and old
treasures there, and after I pot there
I kept my eyes open for that sort of
thing . . . and once or wice, in writis**
home to I':!:;- I to!** her about one
or two tilings I'd seen. So, in one letter
I had from her. she enclosed a
check and asked me to buy her the
most beautiful ruby I could find. 1
bought the ruby, and had It set for her
in India. That's the ring that she Is
wearing now."
Deborah did not speak. Bryn
moved a step closer. He put out his
j hand and touched hers, gently. He took
"And Who Are You?" He Inquired
Belligerently.
her cold tinkers within Ills own. and
held them us he spoke. She did not
draw away.
"I have an engagement ring to give,"
he told her. "It was tny mother's. It
isn't a ruhy, Peborali. It's a pearl.
And the ring itself is much too sniall
for Pilars hand. I didn't realize it
until lately, but I think I've been waiting
all my life for a girl who could
wear my mother's ring."
Deborah drew her hand away swiftly,
ami put them both behind her. She
stared up at him. her face pale. Her
eyes were very dark. Bryn stood silent,
smiling down at her.
"Do you know what I'm trying to
say. Deborah?"
They stood so. facing each other,
eyes clinging together. Bryn took a
step forward, lost, the world swinging
around him.
A long slow sound floated In through
the open windows. It persisted. It cut
into his consciousness. Deborah heard
it, too. She caught her breath.
Plants Called Weeds A
Builders; Plowi
A weed may be defined as an onwanted
plant, or a plant out of place.
The morning-glory In the home garden
19 an ornamental plant. In the
cornfield it is a weed. Many other
plants are valuable under one set of
conditions and pests under other conditions.
When pests, they are weeds.
When valuable, they are not weeds.
Plants generally thought of as weeds
and condemned as soil robbers. In
some instances are really soil builders
and savers. They are, of course, frequently
responsible for a low crop
yields from weedy fields. On the
other hand, they seldom receive credit
for the part they play in increasing
yields by improving soil?on idle land
or where they do not compete directly
witn a crop for moisture and
fertility. They then are fulfilling a
desired function and are no more
weeds than any other cover crop.
Soil is Improved by the humus
formed from plants after they die.
Humus Influences the structure of soil,
affects its aeration, drainage, and water-holding
capacity, checks erosion,
and causes a more rapid warming of
the soil in the spring, according to
soil scientists of the Un'ted States Department
of Agriculture,
it, Murphy, N. C., Thursc
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It was Joe's horn, clear, demanding.
It came again.
A wave of color began to sweep up
over Deborah's face. She moved
quickly. She hau heard the horn, too,
but now . . . she smiled at him.
Bryn put his arms out. lie put
them around her. lifted her off her feet,
held her close against his breast. She
buried her face against him. He bent
and kissed the tip of her ear.
"I love you." he whispered, then set
her gently on the floor and went swiftly
away lest he should be tempted to
look into her eyes again and so forgot
what must be done at once for the sake
of her happiness.
Itrvn dashed msdl? down the stairs
and ??*if nf flip house. Half-way down
the path to the little bridge he overtook
Tubby, tbrust his arm through
the crook of Tuhby's elbow and dragged
him along.
Bryn flung open the narrow door at
the back of the stable, and they
stepped inside. Simon was already
there, leaning against Bryn's car at tho
end of the row, his cigarette glowing
brightly.
"Well." Bryn announced, "here we
?rt*. inuir miuercup.
"Oh," Simon murmured. "That's
nice."
The headlights of a car came slowly
across the bridge down at the road.
A man's voice called out something In
a sharp tone, and Gary answered from
the gate. The car turned; the gate
opened: the car swung through and
stopped, as Gary shut the gates behind
it and fastened them, according to his
instructions. He came hack to the
car, climbed to the running hoard and
stood beside the driver as it moved ,
slowly forward toward the wide door
of the stable.
"It's Graham, all right." Bryn decided.
He stepped through the narrow
door beside Hazel's stall, and the others
followed.
The car jerked across the end of the
incline, and slid along with protesting
brakes to a halt beside the shadowy
hulk of IMlnr's car. Gary got down off
the running hoard and went immediately
back to slide the stable doors
shut. Meanwhile, the driver llung
open his door and stepped out. and
one look at him was sufficient to assure
Bryn that this was. without any
shadow of doubt, Stuart Graham at
last, lie was out of his navy blues
and In dark civilian clothes, a big
block.v figure with tremendously wide
shoulders that swung as he moved.
He was speaking to Gary. "Mrs.
Lamed expects me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Miss Mayne arrived home again
safely?"
"Yes, sir."
Bryn stepped in through the narrow
door. He was not a yard from Graham.
"How do you do." Bryn said pleasantly.
Graham whirled. lie surveyed Bryn
steadily, with eyes that glinted in the
light. "And who are you?" he inquired
belligerently.
Bryn lifted his eyebrows. "Sure yoo
don't remember me, Graham?"
Graham straightened. His hand,
hanging at his side, clenched itself.
"So," he said softly. "It's you."
"Yes."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
ire Often Soil
id Under, Aid Fertility
uruwmR piunis, or weeds, if preferred,
when plowed under also help to
keep the soil loose, which Insures
heavy crop yields. They are regarded
as desirable orchard covers In areas
where there is moisture enough for
both the trees and the ' weeds.**
Processing
Processing means to subject (espe
cially raw material) to a process of
manufacture, development, preparation
for the market and so on; to convert
Into marketable form, as live
stock by slaughtering, grain by milling,
cotton by spinning, milk by pastuerlzing
or fruits and vegetables by
sorting and repacking. A processing
tax is a tax levied on these operations.
Contentment in Work
Without work, the average man Is
lost. Give him love, health, and companionship
to compete his happiness.
In work, he finds the contentment for
which he yearned. To be up and dc*
ing; to contribute something to the
world; to provide for his loved ones:
these are the ambitions of the tru*
man, and through work he finds thv
means of achieving his dreams.
lay, November 19, 1936
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Traditions
"KAw from Amen can
Political History
gJS 'RANK E. HAGEN
p *N0
|? ELMO SCOTT WATSON
INSURGENTS
C'ORMATION of the Union party
* for this year's campaign and its
nomination of Representative William
Lemke of North Dakota for
President recalls some of the other
"insurgent" parties which have
played their part in our political
history. The first of these was the
Peace party of 1812-15, composed of
Democrat-Republicans and Federalists.
mostly in New England,
who opposed the War of 1812.
In 1824 there was a People's party,
composed of Democrat-Republicans,
who favored choosing electors
by the people and in 1825
there was a Coalition party, soculled
from the union of the sup
| porters of Henry Clay with those
of John Quincy Adams to elect
Adams. There was an Anti-Masonic
party in the field from -1827 to
1834 and in 1840-41 the Abolitionists
formed the Liberty party. The
Free Soil party, which later became
the modern Republican party,
was formed of Liberty party
members, Whigs and Democrats,
who opposed slavery.
The American party, popularly
known as the "Know-Nothing parj
ty" was formed from members of
other parties who became dissatisfied
with the influx of foreigners
and first raised the cry of "America
for Americans!" In 18G0 it was
merged with the Constitutional par!
ty*
In this same year there were two
Democratic parties?the Douglas
Democrats (Northern) and the
Breckenridge Democrats (Southern).
In 1872 dissatisfied Republicans
and pro-war Democrats
formed the Liberal Republican party
and nominated Horace Greeley
for President. Other Democrats
who wouldn't vote for Greeley,
formed the "Straight Out" or "Tap
Root" Democratic party, which
nominated Charles O'Conor.
In 1834 there was an Anti-Monopoly
party which nominated Benjamin
F. Butler of Massachusetts
but which died a-borning. In thai
same year "bolters" from the Republican
party who refused .o sup!
port Blaine, the nominee, became
the "Mugwumps" and supported
Cleveland, the Democratic nomiree.
Ill 1853 there were "bolters"
from both parties. Free silver advocates,
led by Senator Teller of
Colorado, left the Republican party.
and "gold Democrats" desert
cd that party and its nominee. William
J. Bryan, formed a "National
Democrat" party and nominated
two former Civil war generals?
John M. Palmer of Illinois for President
and Simon B. Buckner of Kentucky
for vice-president.
Last but not least was the split
in the Republican party ir. 1912
which resulted in the formation of
the Progressive party under the
leadership of Theodore Roosevelt
and the consequent victory of Wilson
over Taft.
THE SALEM WITCHES PARADE
IF. IN 1888, you had read ir the
* papers this headline: "Salem
Witches to Parade for Harrison Tonight,"
you would probably have
rubbed your eyes to make sure that
you weren't seeing double and mixing
up Seventeenth and Nineteenth
century history into an amazing anachronism.
But the fact is that the
Salem Witchers did march for Harrison
in 1888 and for the next 2C
years they were a striking fea
lure ol many a campaign torchlight
procession in Massachusetts
and other states.
The Salem Witches were members
of three militia units who
dressed up in a uniform consisting
of a Mother Hubbard dress with a
white yoke on which was displayed
pictures of Harrison and Morton,
the Republican presidential and
vice-presidential nominees, -nd a
skirt of red, white and blue
stripes dotted witn stars. A scarlet
cape, worn with one-half throwr.
back over the shoulder, was another
striking feature and with il
was worn a poke bonnet with a high
crown. Each of the "girls" carried
a broom torch.
At about the time the Salen
Witches campaign battalion was
organized in Salem, Republicans ir
Haverhill, Mass., organize! th<
Brother Jonathans. Members ol
these two clubs became greal
friends and it was their practica
to "double up" after the parada
had proceeded a short distanca
with each "Brother Jonathan" gal
lantly escorting a "Salem Witch.'
Many and varied have been thi
marching clubs which took part it
torchlight parades in campaigi
years but there has never been a
more striking one than the "Salenr
witches" of the campaign of 1888.
?> Westers Newspaper Union.
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