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——---: HOSTILE ■VALLEY Bt| Ber \ Ames Willia ( ms SYNOPSIS Jim Saladine listens to the history of neighboring Hostile Valley, with gossip of the mysterious, enticing ■‘Huldy," wife of Will Ferrln. Inter ested, he drives to the Valley for a day's Ashing, though admitting to himself his chief desire is to see the reputedly glrmorous Huldy. "Old Marm” Pierce and her nineteen year-old granddaughter Jenny live in the Valley. Since little more than a child Jenny has at Arst admired and then deeply loved young Will Ferrln, neighboring farmer, older than she, and who regards her still as merely a child. Will takes em ployment in nearby Augusta. Jenny is disconsolate. Bart Carey, some thing of a ne’er-do-well, is attracted by Jenny, but the girl repulses him. Learning that Will is coming home, Jenny, exulting, sets his long-empty house "to rights," and has dinner ready for him. He comes—bringing his wife, Huldy. The girl's world collapses. Huldy becomes the sub ject of unfavorable gossip in the Valley. Entering his home, unlooked for, Will Ands seemingly damning evidence of his wife’s unfaithfulness, as a man who he knows is Seth Humphreys breaks from the house. Will overtakes him. and chokes him to death, though Humphreys shat ters his leg, with a bullet. At Marm Pierce’s house the leg is amputated. Jenny goes to break the news to Huldy. She Ands Bart Carey with the woman. When he leaves Huldy makes a mock of Jenny’s sympathy, declaring she has no use for "half a man," and is leaving at once. Will Is legally exonerated, and with a home-made artiAclal leg "carries on," hiring a helper, Zeke Dace. Months later, Huldy comes back. Will, only warning her she must “mend her ways,” accepts her pres ence as her right. Two years go by. Zeke and Bart Carey engage in a Aght, the trouble arising over Huldy. Amy Carey commits suicide. Before Huldy’s return Zeke Dace had been showing her attention, but Zeke had succumbed completely to Huldy’s wiles. Saladine comes to the Valley. Bad roads cause him to stop at the Ferrln farm where he meets Huldy. While Ashing he is caught in a heavy rain and takes refuge at Marm Pierce’s. Bart Carey arrives carrying Huldy whom he claims has fallen from a ledge, and seemingly Is dead. 1 ' CHAPTER VII—Continued —12— -• Jenny approached the task of tending Hnldy with a deep reluc tance ; but this was not because of the part Huldy had played In her life heretofore. She had cause enough to hate the woman, not so much because Huldy had pre empted the place In Will's heart to which the girl so long had yearned, but because Huldy had wronged Will and flouted him and embittered all his life these later years. But In this hour Huldy was no longer the woman whom Jenny at once bated and despised; but only one who was hurt to death, and need ed tenderness. So after this first reluctance, Jenny began the task imposed upon her with gentle hands and pitying solicitude. Once while she worked Marm Pierce called some question, and Jenny answered It almost heed lessly; but a moment later she was alert, watching the hurt woman keenly. For Huldy had stirred; and Jenny saw a faint movement of the other’s breast But Huldy did not rouse, and when there was no more that Jen ny could do, she stood beside the couch, lost in dim dreams and long thoughts of what had been. After a long time, the pattern of the past began to shift and change, and Jenny glimpsed the future. Huldy was hurt, was dying. She would die, and Will would be left alone. Alone, and free. And Jenny, un derstanding,- felt her pulse quicken its beat, and her cheeks grow warm. Her eyes began to shine. She bad for tbe moment forgot ten Huldy, In her thought of Will; yet she still stood above the hurt woman, looking down at her. And now suddenly she forgot Will again; for Huldy' moved. Jenny saw her eyes half open, saw the lids crack, and the eyes—blank and wandering—stare up at the ceiling. Then Huldy’s eyes met Jenny’s and held them for a pulse beat that was eternity. She looked at Jenny, and then her Ups twisted a little in that familiar, half-insolent, balf chaUenging smile. And from these lips came a sound, a low murmur of ironic laughter, perhaps a word. Jenny bent lower, infinitely gen tle; she whispered: "It’s all right. Mis’ Ferrtnl We’re taking care of yon. Don’t try to talk, ma’am. Juste rest yourself." The smile widened, and this time Huldy spoke audibly. Her voice was thin and strained, yet the words were clear enough. And they cut and burned and stung; for she "You can have nim now!” Jenny’s eyes widened at that, as chough at a blow. She recoiled. she gathered patient strength again. “Hush, ma’am,” she whispered. "We’ve sent for Will. He’ll be right here. You rest yourself.” Huldy’s head moved faintly, as though It were terribly heavy, as though she moved It by a slow tre mendous effort Her mouth was smiling still, dry lips twisted mock ingly; and she spoke yet once more. “He’s finally fixed It so’s he can have you,” she said clearly, In that thin, strained, burning tone. "It was Will knocked me off. . . She gasped and seemed to choke as though she would cough. Her breath withheld, she whispered: “He hit me!” Her mouth opened wider. She seemed to strain as though In the effort to produce one further word. Her Ups drew tight across her teeth. Then she coughed faintly, convulsively; and her breast swelled and remained distended, hollow, aching, for a long instant TUI the mockery faded from her eyes and left them blank and glazed; and she lay still, her smile now a fixed and mirthless grin. And there was no beauty In this that had been Huldy now. For a space after the woman died, there lay in the dining room a long silence of horror and dismay. Jenny could not for her life have moved. But the deep silence was broken presently, by a sound, sharp and startling; and at the same time hollow and sodden, as though a chair had overturned and fallen on a rotten floor. Jenny heard it with half her mind; and a moment later she heard a stir in the kitchen, and movement there, and voices too. Yet it was as though these things were far off, remote, from her and from he world in which she must here fter dwell. A world forever shadowed Dy tne knowledge that W1U, no matter un der what ugly provocation, had struck this woman down to her destruction In the end. Will, whom Jenny loved. Blind, spinning chaos whirled like stars through the girl’s thoughts; but through this chaos like a light ning stroke came her grandmoth er’s voice. Marm Pierce called, from the kitchen: "Jenny, I’m opening the door!” And at once she did so; but that Instant was for Jenny an eternity, In which she had time to comprehend, and to consider, and desperately plan. When she whirled to face them, she was already resolved that this dark secret none but herself should ever know; yet her own countenance might betray hef to the old woman’s shrewdly enderstand lng eye. Nevertheless she must face them; and she whirled toward the door, standing with her arms spread as though to hide this behind her, as though half fearful that even now Huldy would speak again. And she sought desperately some expedient to divert their eyes from her, their minds from her, lest her secret be too desperately plain. For—secret It must be I Though this hour must shadow and distort her whole life hereafter, yet none should ever know. The door opened jnd Marm Pierce came In, came toward her; but the old woman’s eyes and mind were on Huldy, and Jenny made way for her to come to the dead woman's side. Tet she felt Sala dlne’s glance upon her, and fought desperately for composure; and then Marm Pierce said soberly: “No use now!” Bart asked huskily. “She’s dead?’’ “Certain, she’s dead.” Bart spoke to the girl, In a quick whisper. “Jenny, did she come to at all?” be asked. Jenny wetted her Ups; bnt she could not speak. She conld only move her bead In desperate denial; and there was a dreadful, shaken terror In her. Then Marm Pierce demanded Irritably: “Well, Jen I What you goggling for? Folks have died before 1” So Jenny found an expedient to turn this scrutiny away from her self. She remembered that toppUng chair. “There’s someone In the Wln-slde the house," she said; and with a vast surge of relief saw their glances swing that way. When Jenny had dosed the aoor, shutting herself into the dining room where Huldy lay, Harm Pierce said Insistently to Bart; “Ton go along and fetch W1U. Not that hurrying can help her; but Will had ought to know.” “I might do some help here," Bart still protested. Harm Pierce moke *p saladlue. •Set down, you,” she oade him. TM I can rub that ahUe of yours.” And then, over her shoulder, to Bart still lingering: “Well then, go out in the hen pen and get me some feathers.” “Feathers?” he echoed. “I’ll burn ’em under her nose. Might make her gasp and gag and start breathing. Don’t stand there arguing. Go along with you 1” So Bart went out through the shed, and Saladlne said gravely: “Ma’am, this ankle of mine can watt. If you car be doing anything for her.” “There’s nought to do for Huldy Ferrln now,” she told him In slow tones, and tossed her head. “And I dunno as rd do it it there was! But I’ll have to wait till the pot bolls, anyhow. Might as well be do ing this as setting here.” He suggested: “You sent Carey to get some feathers. If there’s no chance, why . . .” She retorted: “I got fidgety with him hanging around." And after a silent moment she looked toward the dining room, as though her thoughts turned that way. Saladlne asked: “How do you reckon Mis’ Ferrln come to fall?” “I want to knoy,” said old Marm Pierce, and Jim stirred in quick attention. The phrase was usual enough, as an expression of sur prise and interest and wonder; yet Saladlne thought her accent and her intonation had not been usual. There was a step in the shed, and Bart returned. She looked over her shoulder, saw him empty-hand ed. “Where’s them feathers?” she demanded. Bart seemed faintly to hesitate. “I couldn’t find a dry one anywhere,” he declared. “The rain has wet them all!” She protested irritably: “Land sakes, I sh’d think you could find a dry one somewhere! You come along of me!” And she said to Jim, pointing toward the stove: “Let that boil up good, and then set it to cool. I’ll be back in a minute to try it on her.” He nodded, and she went out through the shed with Bart on her heels; and Saladlne was left won dering why old Marm Pierce was so bent on finding feathers to burn under Huldy’s nose, if there was in fact no chance that the hurt woman could revive. Then sud denly his hair prickled faintly; for It seemed to him there was a low murmur In the dining room. And a chair toppled over, some where. The sound was loud and startling. Saladlne came to his feet, "He Hit Mel” half-crouching, read; for any ap parition; but nothing did appear, nor did he hear any further sound. The pot on the stove boiled, and as he lifted It, Marm Pierce and Bart returned, and the old woman had a tuft of feathers In her hands. “Men are all blind as bats!” she exclaimed irascibly. She saw the boiling pot “Now we’ll try If there’s anything to do 1” And she went di rectly to the door between kitchen and dining room. “Jenny, I’m open ing the door,” she called, and wait ed a moment and then made good her word. So they came Into the dining room, and learned that Hnldy was dead; and when Jenny said there was some one in the Win-side of the bouse, Saladlne remembered that sound of a falling chair; and there seemed to him something hldeona In the thought that anyone should prowl through those molderlng and empty rooms while a woman here was dying. But Bart said reassur ingly: “That’s likely Win, Granny. He stayed at my place last night He set out to go to Liberty this morn ing, but he might stop by here!” The old woman assented scorn fully: "He would If be was drunk enough! Ton go ahead, Bart, and fetch Will, and don’t waste no time.” So Bart at last departed; but Saladlne paid no particular atten tion to his going. He was watching Jenny, pawled by something In her eyes he could not read. He bad seen In her a while ago deep terror, un mistakable; yet now It was gone. She bad pnt on composure, and a steady courage; and be wondered, and wished to read her mind. There was nothing to keep Sala dlne here; yet he stayed, and with • sense of waiting, an acute expectan cy. He thought more and more of Jenny, remembering her terror at the sight of death, and the shadow in her eyes. Life for her must in the ena center about some man. Bart Carey, perhaps! Bart stood straight, and his eye was bold and strong. It was suddenly strange to Saladlna thatJBart and Jenny v^gre not mar ried long ago. They were neighbors, of a like age, both comely with the splendor of youth, their interests akin. Between them no obstacle ap peared. Unless old Marm Pierce wege an obstacle? Yet Saladlne thought she had met Bart kindly today, treated him with courtesy. This might be guile; she might, while appearing to approve, nevertheless check in every possible way the tendency of these two lives to flow together. In consequently, Saladlne recalled the heavy footstock of the water Illy, which Jenny had fetched that morn ing from the brook. Some shadow of a forgotten memory stirred in him, and was gone without recogni tion; yet this memory would recur. It was one of the Intangibles which made the whole ot this day like a disordered dream. The root Itself was tangible enough; yet there were implications In it. Just as there were implica tions in that peg leg Will Ferrln wore, and the cowboy hat so jaun tily set atop the bowed and hum ble head of Zeke Dace, and the knot ted rope that held Huldy Ferrln’s garment close about her, and the boot prints on the fisherman’s trail beside the brook, which had some how ended without Saladlne’s re marking where they turned aside. But most of all he thought of Huldy, and wondered how she came to fall to her death this day. Then suddenly the dining room door opened, and Jenny came oat into the kitchen, the old woman following her. “I’d best go myself,” Jenny insisted; and Saladlne saw a sort of stubborn haste In her eyes. Marm Pierce protested: “Like enough Will and Bart will remem ber to bring something.” “Not Will,” Jenny retorted. Her voice was gentle as she spoke the name. “A man wouldn't think of it And it isn’t for men to do, any way. Rummaging through her things.” She took down a heavy oil skin coat from behind the kitchen door. ‘Til go myself,” she said. “If I meet Will, Til have him come on here, case you need anything. I’ll get what’s wanted and fetch It”. Then she was gone. CHAPTER VIII WHEN Jenny, thus departing, left Saladlne and Marm Pierce alone, the old woman seemed for a moment almost embarrassed. She looked at Jim with her smajl bright eyes. “I’ll boll up a cup of tea,” she de cided. “It's past dinner time, and I’m hungry. ’Low you could eat a bit your own self." She filled the kettle at the pump in the sink and clapped It on the stove. Bread from the pantry, Jam, butter from the cellar, and a bit of salt pork and some cold boiled potatoes to slice and fry in the sweet fat ■‘Jenny’s a fine girl,” Saladlne sug gested presently. “It’s a wonder she ain’t married.” Marm Pierce looked at him with eyes suddenly shrewd. “You said Huldy Ferrin showed you the path down to the brook,” she remem bered. “Go back to the house when you left her, did she?” “I don’t know,” he replied. "1 looked up, from down below, and saw her still there.” “Jenny told me,” she said, “that you claimed somebody had fished down brook ahead of you.” “I saw tracks in the trail,” he assented. Bain began to drive against the windows, against the glass panel in the door. She said: "Well, every thing’s ready. You can set down 1” He perceived In her the pent gar rulity of a lonely old woman who too seldom has an audience; and while they ate, he encouraged her, skillfully, to speech. Marm Pierce, at first guardedly and then warming to her theme, told him about Jenny and Will Once She was well start ed, he listened without Interruption, finding in what she said the ex planation of much that he had seen today. “She didn't know the meaning of It, first off,” the old woman con cluded. “Didn’t know what waa happening to her. She wa’n't but a girl then.” And added: "Bat Jenny's growed to be a woman now . . .” She broke oft, seemed to listen; and he asked softly: “Bear some thing?” “Nothing, likely,” she said after a moment “Seemed like I heard some one in the barn. Like as not It was that no-good brother of mine.” And she talked on and on; and rose at last and began to scrape the dishes clean and pile them in a pan In the sink. She chunked the fire, noisily. Then suddenly the old woman re placed the Ud on the stove with a clatter, and crossed as quiet as a mouse, to the shed door. Jim came to her side. “Seemed like I did hear some one," she whispered. He touched the latch and swung the shed door wide, to reveal—noth ing. “Don't see anything 1” ho said doubtfully. (TO BE CONTINUED) ' ioda and Nitrate Nitrate of soda and common washing soda are not the same. Nitrate of soda Is sodium nitrate, while washing soda Is sodium car Donate. ..-'V . Washington digest 0 ByV/ILMAM BRUCKART iMi NATiON % Washington.—When President Roosevelt entered the White House r March 4, 1033, Cheek on every dollar of Spending federal money that was expend ed was Kcobnted for and the vouchers ^viewed by the general accounting'*) dices. J. Raymond Mc Carl, comptroller general of the United States, occupied and still occupies ah Independent position in the accol¥l£|nft* directed and the reviews made under the budget anaFawOuntlng law. But with the arrival of the New Deal and the crisis in government and the natlotiAjftttk from the depres sion, scoSK.ff|jjiew laws ' were en acted, netraflples of government were creiMlId billions of dollars were approprnted, the bulk of It being spent without reference to the accouj^h# act or the bureau of the budgS Congress, under White House dllikttonjpid not make these new ageiiCTBiiiP'thelr spending ac countable th the comptroller gen eral. It was almost two years before President Roosevelt saw fit to'make any of the emergency agencies, the alphabetical soup, amenable to the general accounting office. Conse quently, millions upon millions of dollars were spent and only the spending Rgencles knew whether they were spent in accordance with law. Now, however, things have changed. Late last winter, the President began extending the broad wings of the general account ing office over emergency agencies and has continued to do so until, only the other day, the last of these were made responsible to the comp troller general. Thus an Independ ent governmental unit—one with no axes to grind—again Is in a posi tion to say whether federal money is being spent as congress directed and in a manner which the taxpay ers have the right to demand. This spending of money in gigan tic amounts always breeds suspi cion. It causes people to inquire, whatever the form of government may be or whatever political party may be in control, whether there Is waste or graft, whether the then of fice holders are feathering their own nests, and many another question of the like. It was true in the case of the New Deal. Observers here In Washington constantly were re ceiving information alleging that this individual or that bad been dis playing signs of anusual prosper ity; that rumors were afloat con cerning graft and crookedness in one agency or another and that “somebody ought to expose" the goings-on with respect to a named department of government It was not an unusual circumstance be cause In every administration we here In Washington who attempt to see and to hear ns much as we can, get the same kind of reaction. Only, It seemed to have been worse this time and well it may have been be cause the amount of money made available to President Roosevelt and subordinates was so much larg er. It is my belief, however, that there has not been more of this in tangible thing called graft in gov ernment In the present administra tion than in most others. There has been some crookedness because there have been court convictions of. some officials but 1 expect when and If the future lays bare all facts concerning the present administra tion and its handling of the vast sums of money available to It, it will be disclosed that most of the New Deal officials have been honest in their disbursement of funds. ir Mr. itoosevelt baa been able to keep down straight-out crooked ... ness, he is to Criticize |,e commended. It Spending w,n remove from the forthcoming campaign some of the mud slinging that really has no place in nation al politick But, while the Presi dent is entitled to commendation, for the attempts at honest disburse ment of funds, I hear more and more criticism of the way the money has been spent. Indeed, It appears now that the vast expenditures by the administration are likely to be as much of a campaign Issue as Is his proposal to alter the Constitu tion to fit New Deal plans. Kvery one knows that when an Individual's pocketbook is touched, he rises In revolt By the time the next election comes around Individ uals will have had their pocketbooka touched rather forcibly by national and state and local taxes of an In creased amount Thus, It Is easy to see how the criticism of Roose velt's spending Is growing and can continue to grow. The government has been pushed ten or twelve bil lion more In debt and the end Is not In sight despite the fact that Mr. Roosevelt has Intimated on several occasions lately that he proposes' to curtail federal expenditures except for emergency purposes. Those an nouncements and any future declar ations he may make are not going to soften the antagonistic feeling that people have for any public of ficial who wastes money whether the motives be proper or improper. From this point, one may look Into the crystal of the 1036 cam paign and it takes no stretch of the Imagination to visualize what a pounding the New Deal opposition will give the Roosevelt administra tion on this question of spending. When Mr. Roosevelt began spend ing, He declared It was Justified be cause hundreds of thousands of citi zens were starving. His next pro nouncement on this subject by way of explaining continued expenditure was that If the government spent freely, it would serve as a priming of the economic pump; that the circulation of federal money would allow Industry to sell and that In dustry'would replace by manufac ture the things sold. That, too, brought little or no result Then we entered the current stage where the spending was to be closely su pervised and only projects that held promise of actually developing manufacture and retail selling would be approved and financed by federal money. It Is regrettable but It is a fact that almost nothing has come of this program. And to make matters worse, late ly, Secretary Ickes, public works ad ministrator, and Relief Administra tor Harry Hopkins have locked horns on the bulk of the projects on which federal money was to be used. It Is not strange that these two men should differ. Mr. Hopkins, being a trained, a professional, wel fare worker, sees things only from the standpoint of the Individual who needs food. Mr. Ickes has a conception of federal spending that embraces the use of money in ways designed to start the great indus tries In motion. He figures that if these industries get going, they will employ workers; the workers will spend their wages and the retailers will profit thereby and, as the re tailers sell from their shelves, they seek replacements from the manu facturers. The controversy be tween Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Ickes, therefore, Is not one to be settled by compromise or by soft, words. In fact, It may never be settled until one or the other gets out of his place In the government The Importance of the Ickes-Hop klns row to the reader of thla col umn, however, lies Break for largely In the fact Taxpayers that the particu lar reader Is a taxpayer. The connection Is sim ply tills: the last congress appro priated $4,880,000,000 for use by the administration In public works and relief. If all of that sum were spent the public debt would be in creased by that amount because In ternal revenue taxes are insnfliclent to offset more than the ordinary government expenditures. There fore, If all of this money Is not spent, and It cannot be spent If the Ickes-Hopklns dispute continues to hold back administration plans, then the taxpayers will have Just that much less of a government debt to meet through this payment of their taxes. So the President’s order placing all administrative agencies under the general accounting office to see that their spending Is honestly done and the developments within the administration over a difference in policy must be taken together as a break for the taxpayer. • • • Agriculture adjustment adminis tration officials are about ready to present to tbe Potato farmers of this Control country a detailed plan for control of. potato production. It will pro vide means for boosting the Incomes of the potato farmers something more than 100 per cent, and will In crease tbe cost of this Item of food to consumers by a proportionate amount, of course. Conferences soon will be held between tbe AAA and representatives of farmers’ or ganizations to work out phases of tbe plan requiring farmer approval. Various thoughts arise lr one re flects upon potato control. 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