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thorities, by early explorers, amazed
at the size of footprints found there.
Patagonia, as the home of a giant
native race, however, has been con-
Visitors to Switzerland find it
interesting to visit frontier posts
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Most lightning flashes pass from
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TEMPLE BAILEY
When young Baldwin Barnes had
ridden out of Sherwood that morning
on his way to Washington, his ear
had swept by fields which were crisp
and frozen; by clumps of trees
whose pointed tops cut into the clear
blue of the'sky; over ice-bound
streams, all shining silver in the
early sunlight.
He had the eye of an artist, and
he liked the ride. Even in winter
the countryside was attractive—and
as the road slipped away, there
tame a few big houses surrounded
by wide grounds, with glimpses
through their high hedges of white
statues, of spired cedars, of gun-
dials set in the midst of dead gar-
dens.
Beyond these there was an arid
stretch until the Lake was reached,
then the links of one country club,
the old buildings of another, and at
last on the crest of a hill, a view
of the city—sweeping on the right
towards Arlington and on the left
towards Soldiers* Home.
Turning into Sixteenth Street, he
“Would I mind if a life-line were
thrown to me in mid-ocean?”
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BEHIND Swiss border
LJ troops, which recently
mobilized for possible emer-
gency, is one of the world's
oldest republics. In 1291, the
first three of Switzerland's
cantons (or states) joined in a de-
fensive league against the house of
Haps burg. “In view of the mal-
ice of the time," they swore to
have no ruler other than their own
and to maintain their independence
by their own armed strength. Later
other provinces were added, until
today the nation is made up of 22
largely autonomous cantons.
Of Switzerland's population,
amounting to something over four
millions, more than 70 per cent
speak German, about 22 per cent
speak French, and the rest Italian
and other tongues. The official lan-
guages are these three, plus Ro-
mansch, a Latin derivative added
last year as a fourth.
State Small but Important.
Surrounded by Germany, former
Austria, France, Italy, and the little
principality of Liechtenstein, Switz-
erland has a geographic position
that is at once an asset and a liabil-
ity. Traditionally a buffer state, she
is also an important trade link be-
tween powerful neighbors. Though
she has no seaboard of her own
(either to defend or to use), she con-
trols mountain passes over which
rides the commerce of some of the
most populous regions of south and
central Ei
domestic imports in 1938 came from
neighboring countries; some 34 per
cent of her exports were sold in
near-by markets.
A mountainous country, with much
unproductive land and few natural
resources, Switzerland imports
quantities of food as well as raw
materials that keep her factories
,humming. With a rather dense pop-
ulation in an area less than half
the size of Indiana, she has become
a highly industrialized nation. Only
about one quarter of her working
people are engaged in agriculture.
Another 6 to 8 per cent are occu-
pied in the tourist business; while
between 45 and 50 per cent are em-
Young, pretty Jan* Barnet, who Jived
with her brother, Baldwin, in Sherwood
Park, near Washington, wat not particularly
Impressed when the read that rich, attrac-
tive Edith Towne had been left at the altar
by Delafield Simms, wealthy New Yorker.
less than 1,000 were Germans; about
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flight, these rosettes are visible long
after the rest of the animal has
merged into the protective colora-
tion of the landscape and can be
seen as brilliant white spots danc-
ing over the horizon.
When the “Iron Horse*’ came to
his range the antelope met more
than his match in speed for the first
time. The locomotive was more
than his nemesis in speed for it was
the symbol of a mechanized ad-
vance which, by the end of the
Nineteenth century, had threatened
the antelope with complete exter-
mination. The return of these
splendid animals is a tribute to the
growing and intelligent interest of
our people in wildlife.
Jane loved her little home with
almost passionate intensity. She
loved to have Baldy in a mood like
this—things right once more with
his world.
She knew it was so by the ring of
his voice, the cock of his head—
hence she was not in the least sur-
prised when he leaned forward un-
der the old-fashioned spreading
dome which drenched him with
light, and said, “I’ve such a lot to
teli you, Jane: the most amazing
thing has happened.”
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Again her hand was on his arm.
He laid his own over it. “You’re
the best ever, Janey,” he said, husk-
ily—and presently he went away.
Jane, going in, found that Baldy
had telephoned. l“He kain’t git
here until seven,” Sophy told her.
“You had better run along home,”
Jane told her. “I*U cook the
steak when it comes.”
Sophy was old and she was tired.
Life hadn’t been easy. The son who
was to have been the prop of her old
age had been killed in France.
There was a daughter's daughter
who had gone north and who now
and then sent money. Old Sophy
did not know where her granddaugh-
ter got the money, but it was good
to have it when it came. But it was
not enough, so old Sophy worked.
“I hates to leave you here alone,
Miss Janey.”
“Oh, run along, Sophy. Baldy will
come before I know it.”
Jane went through the kitchen to
the back door, throwing an apprais-
ing glance at the things in the warm-
“1 was coming over,” he began,
and broke off as a sibilant sound in-
terrupted him.
“Oh, are the cats with you? Well,
Rusty must take the road," he
laughed as the little old dog trotted
to neutral ground at the edge of
the grove. Rusty was friends with
Merrymaid, except when there
were kittens about. He knew enough
to avoid her in days of anxious
motherhood.
Jane picked up the kitten,
would come.”
“All animate follow you. You’re
sort of a domestic Circe—with your
dogs and chickens and pussy-cats
in. the place of tigers and lions
and leopards.”
“I’d love to have lived in Eden,”
said Jane, unexpectedly, “before
Eve and Adam sinned. What it must
have meant to have all those great
beasts mild-mannered and purring
under your hand like this kitten.
What a dreadful thing happened,
Evans, when fear came into the
world.”
. “What makes you say that now,
Jane?" His voice was sharp.
•“Shouldn’t 1 have said it? Oh,
Evans, you can’t think I had you
in mind—”
“No,” with a touch of weariness,
‘•but you are the only one, really,
who knows what a coward I am—”
“Evans, you’re not.”
“You’re good to say it, but that’s
what I came over for. I am up
against it again, Jane. Some cous-
ins are on from New York—they're
at the New Willard—and Mother
and I went in to see them last night.
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duty at both frontiers. Along the
Swiss frontier all roads and rail-
ways were mined last autumn by
Swiss authorities.
ployed by industries, many of which;
had their early beginnings in handi-i
crafts carried on at home during)
the long, winter evenings.
Make ’Quality* Prodaets.
Because of domestic lack of raw
materials and fuel, and the high
cost of transport, Switzerland has
specialized in quality products. Such
articles as Swiss watches, choco-
late, cheese, embroideries, and. toys
are known around the world. For
in addition to Europe, Switzerland
has valuable commercial relations
with the United States? South Amer-
ica, and the Far East.
Germany continues to hold the
No. 1 position in Swiss trade, both
as customer and vender, although
in 1938 purchases of German goods
declined considerably. Soviet Rus-
sia was the only important trader
who sold more to Switzerland last
year than during 1937. ■ -—
With a high average income and
standard of living, Switzerland is
one of Europe’s richest countries.
Her gold reserve is estimated al
about $675,000,000.
Millions for Defense.
From now on, however, much
more of the national income will be
diverted to military preparedness,
according to recent news dispatches
from the Swiss capital. One report
sets proposed expenditures for de-l
fense and public works at more than
$240,000,000.
Perpetual neutrality was guaran-
teed Switzerland in 1815 at the Con-
gress of Vienna by Prussia, Austria,
France, Great Britain, Portugal,
Spain, Sweden, and Russia; but the*
Swiss army was maintained on at
war baste all during the World war.
For defense Switzerland has re-
lied for centuries on a national mi-:
litis, based on compulsory univer-'
sal service. It has been estimated!
that Switzerland today could raise
an army of nearly 300,000 men ba**
tween the ages of 20 and 48.
crossed abridge with its buttresses
guarded by stone panthers—and it
was oh this bridge that his car
stopped.
Climbing out, he blamed Fate fu-
riously. Years afterward, however,
he dared not think of the difference
it might have made if his little fliv-
ver had not failed him.
Once when he stopped, a woman
passed him. She was tall and slen-
der and wrapped up to her ears in
moleskin. Her small hat was blue,
from her hand swung a gray suede
bag, her feet were in gray shoes
with cut-steel buckles.
Baldy’s quick eyes took in the de-
tails of her costume. He reflected
as he went back to work that women
were fools to court death in that
fashion, with thin slippers and silk
stockings, in this lytter weather.
He found the trouble, fixed it,
jumped into his car and started his
motor. And it was just as he was
moving that his eye was caught
by a spot of blue bobbing down the
hill below the bridge. The woman
who had passed him was making her
way slowly along the slippery path.
On each side of her the trees were
brown and bare. At the foot of the
hill was a thread of frozen water.
It was not usual at this time to see
pedestrians in that place. Now and
then a workman took a short cut—
But Tn’ cook'the or on warm ^ays there were picnic
’parties—but to follow the rough
paths ip winter was a bleak and
arduous adventure.
He stayed for a moment to watch
her, then suddenly left hte car and
ran. The girl in the blue hat had
caught her high heels in a root, had
stumbled and fallen.
When he reached her, she was
struggling to her feet. He helped
her, and picked up the bag which
she had dropped.
“Thank you so much.” Her voice
was low and pleasing. He saw that
y her skin was
tbs hair which
swept over her ears was pale gold,
but most .of all, he saw that her
eyes were burning blue. He had
never seen eyes quite like them. The
ing oven, and stood waiting on the
threshold, hugging herself in the
keenness of the wind.
Presently her brother’s tall form
was silhouetted against the silvery
gray of the night.
“I thought you were never com-
ing," she said to him.
“I thought so, too.” He bent and
kissed her; his cheek was cold as it
touched hers.
“Aren’t you nearly frozen?”
“No. Sorry to be late, honey. Get
dinner on the table and I’ll be
ready—”
"I’m afraid things won’t be very
appetizing,” she told him; “they’ve
waited so long. T
steak—”
b He had gone on, and was beyond
the sound of her voice. She opened
the fat parcel which he had deposit-
ed on the kitchen table. She won-
dered a bit at its size. But Baldy
They have invited us to go back had a way of bringing home unex-
pected bargains—a dozen boxes of
crackers—unwieldy pounds of cof-
fee.
But this was neither crackers nor
coffee. The box which was revealed
bore the name of a fashionable flor-
ist. Within were violets—single ones
ANTE
old poets would have called them
sapphire, but sapphires do not
flame.
“It was so silly of me to try to dd
it,” she was protesting, “but I
thought it might be a short cut—”
He wondered what her destination
might be that this remote path
should lead to it. But all he said
was, “High heels aren’t made for—
mountain climbing—”
“They aren’t made for anything,”
she said, looking down at the steel-
buckled slippers, “useful.”
“Let me help you up the hill.”
"I don’t want to go up.”
He surveyed the steep incline. “I
am perfectly sure you don’t want
to go down.”
“I do,” she hesitated, “but I sup-
pose I can’t."
He had a sudden inspiration. “Can
1 lake you anywhere? My little fliv-
vct is up there on the bridge. Would
you mind that?”
“Would I mind if a life-line were
thrown to me in mid-ocean?” She
said it lightly, but he fancied there
was a note of high hope.
They went up the hill together.
“1 want to get an Alexandria car,”
she told him.
“But you are miles away from it.”
“Am I?” She showed momentary
confusion. “I—hoped I might reach
it through the Park—”
“You might. But you might also
freeze to death in the attempt like a
babe in the wood, without any rob-
ins to perform the last melancholy
rites. What made you think of such
a thing?”
He saw at once his mistake. Her
voice had a touch of frigidity. "I
can’t tell you.”
he said abruptly. “You
must forgive me.”
She melted. ^“No, it is I who
should be forgiven. It must look
strange to you—Mut I’d rather not—
explain—’’
On the last steep rise of the hill
he lifted her over a slippery pool,
and as his hand sank into the soft
fur of her wrap, he was conscious
of its luxury. It seemed to him that
hte mustard-colored coat fairly
shouted incongruity. Hte imagina-
tion swept on to Raleigh, and the
velvet cloak which might do the
situation justice. He smiled at him-
self and smiling, too, at he/, felt a
tingling sense of coming circum
stance.
It was because of that smile, and
the candid, boyish'quality of it, that
she trusted him. “Do you knpw,
she said, “I haven’t had a thing to
eat this morning, and I’m frightful-
ly hungry. Is there any place that
I could have a cup of coffee—where
you could bring it out to me in the
car?”
“Could I?” the morning stars sang.
“There’s a corking place in George-
town.”
“Without the world looking on?”
“Without your world looking on,”
boldly.
She hesitated, then told the truth.
Tm running away—”
He was eager. “May 1 help?”
"Perhaps you wouldn't if you
knew.”
“Try me.”
He helped her into his car, tucked
the ruy about her, and put up the
curtains. "No one can see you on
the back seat,” he said, and drove
to Georgetown on the wings of the
wind.
He brought coffee out to her from
a neat shop where milk was sold,
and buns, and hot drinks, to motor-
men and conductors. It was a clean
little place, fresh as paint, and the
buttered rolls were brown and crisp.
“I never tasted anything so good,” -
the runaway told Baldy. "And n^w | Rte Negro, Chubut, and Santa Cruz.----fn
of people" again his voice —set off by one perfect rose and she was young, that
harp—“I’m clutched by some- tied with a silver ribbon. very fair, and that t
Jane gasped—then she went to the
door and called:
"Baldy, where’s the steak?”
He came to the top of the stairs.
"Great guns,” he said, “I forgot it!”
Then he saw the violets in her
hands, laughed and came down a
step or two. “1 sold a loaf of bread
and bought—white hyacinths—”
“They’re heavenly!” Her glance
swept up to him. “Peace offering?”
There were gay sparks in his
eyes. “We’ll call it that.”
She blew a kiss to him from the
tips of her fingers. "They are per-
fectly sweet. And we can have an
omelette. Only if wo eat any more
eggs, we’ll be flapping our wings.”
“I don’t care what we have. 1
am so hungry I could eat a house.”
He went back up the stairs, laugh-
ing.
Jane, breaking eggs into a bowl,
meditated on the nonchalance of
men. She meditated, too, on the
mystery of Baldy’s mood. The flow-
ers were evidence of high exalta-
tion. He did not often lend him-
self to such extravagance.
He came down presently and
helped carry in the belated dinner.
Tbe potatoes lay lilw withered leaves
in a silver dish, trib- cornbread was
a wrinkled wreck, the pudding a
travesty. Only Jane’s ortTHtette and
a lettuce salad had escaped the
blight of delay.
Then, too, there was Philomel,
singing. Jane drew a cup of coffee,
hot and strong, and set it at her
brother’s place. The violets were
in the center of the table, tbe cats
purring on the hearth.
Than United States
Rumania, modern battleground, of
Old world tradesmen, is one of Eu-
rope’s newer nations. Younger than
the United States, having been
formed in 1859 by the union of the
two principalities of Walachia and
Moldavia, Rumania gained more
than half of her present area and
population after the World war.
Roughly oval-shaped and about
the size of Arizona, she is ringed
about by six nations, stretching in
counter-clockwise order from the
Soviet Ukraine on the northeast to
Poland, former Czecho-Slovakia,
Hungary, Yugoslavia, and Bulgaria
on the south. The eastern frontier
faces the Black sea. Rumania has
a population of more than 19,000,000
inhabitants, of whom about one-
fourth are Hungarians, Germans,
Russians, Turks, Bulgars, Gypsies,
or Jews. Hungarians make up a
large minority, with an estimated
million and a half. There are some
780,000 Germans
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A recent census of the American
antelope, or “pronghorn,” shows
these animate are decidedly on the
increase. A survey made during
the years from 1922 to 1924 showed
there were only about 28,600 ante-
lopes left of the millions which once
roamed the range. Tbe last cen-
sus shows there are now 131,555
in the country.
“in other words there are more
than flve times as many on the
range as there were 15 years ago.
There is no animal on this con-
tinent more typically American
than the “pronghorn.” He is so
distinct from all other antelopes
that he is classified as a species,
genus and family all by himself,
says the American Wildlife Insti-
tute. —
Antelopes are very vain about
their speed and cannot resist an
opportunity to match their prowess
with anything that runs. They have
long been the swiftest animals on
the range. Any fast moving object
is a challenge and the antelopes
dksh along in a parallel course until
they are well in the lead, and then
as if to make a convincing display
of their prowess, they dash across
the front of their competitor’s line
of travel and soon disappear over
the horizon.
with them. They’ve a big house
east of Fifth Avenue, and they want
us as their guests indefinitely. They
think it will do me a lot of good*—
get me out of myself, they call it.
But I can't see it. Since 1 came
home—every time 1 think of facing
mobs < . ‘
grow sharp—“I’m clutched by some-
thing I can’t describe. It is per-
fectly unreasonable, but 1 can’t help
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For a moment they walked in si-
lence, then he went on—"Mother’s
very keen about it. She thinks it
will set me up. But 1 want to stay
here—and I thought if you'd talk to
her, she’ll listen to you, Jane—she
always does."
"Does she know how you feel
about it?”
“No, I think not. I’ve never told
her. I’ve only spilled over to you
now and then. It would hurt Moth-
er, no end, to know how changed I
am.”
Jane laid her hand on his arm.
. “You’re not. Brace up, old dear.
You aren’t dead yet.” As she lifted
her head to look up at him, the
hood of her cape slipped back, and
the wind blew her soft, thick hair
against his cheek. "But I’ll talk
to your mother if you want me to.
She is a great darling.”
They had reached the kitchen
door. “Won’t you come in?” Jane
said.
“No, I’ve got to get back,
only ran over for a moment,
have to have a daily sip of you,
Jane.”
"Baldy’s bringing a steak for din-
ner. Help us eat it.”
“Sorry, but Mother would be
alone.”
"When shall I talk to her?”
“There’s no hurry. The cousins
are staying on for the opening of
Congress. Jane dear, don’t despise
me—” Hte voice broke. .
“Evans, as if 1 could.”
Name Means Big Feet.
Occupying some 259,000 square
miles, or about one-quarter of all
Argentina, this region is almost as
__large as Texas. Its name, trans-
. lated “Land of the Big Feet,” was
‘Pronghorn’ Distinct From All Other Antelopes first given it, according to some au-
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In addition to their gracefully
curved prong horns, the American
nntAlnrv, hfiv, onnthar J
When alarmed, the siderably overrated, say modem ex-
skin muscles on the wnrhal’s rump i plorers.
throw the long white half* out into j ' ____________
two brightly conspicuous rosettes. .
When the “pronghorn” takes to ( Rumania Is Younger
Down the path Jane went, the two
pussy-cats like small shadows in
her wake, until suddenly a voice
came out of the dark.
“I believe it is little
Barnes."
She stopped. “Oh, is that you,
Evans? Isn’t it a heavenly night?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Don’t talk that way.”
"Why not?”
"Because an evening like this is
like wine—it goes to my head.”
“You are like wine,” he told her.
“Jane, how do you do it?”
"Do what?”
“Hold the pose of youth and joy
and happiness?”
“You know it isn’t a pose. I just
feel that way, Evans.”
"My dear, 1 helieve you do.”
He limped a little as he walked
beside her. He was tall and gaunt.
Almost grotesquely tall. Yet when
he had gone to war he had not
seemed in the least grotesque. He
had been tall but not thin, and he
had gone in all the glory of his
splendid youth.
There was no glory left. He was
twenty-seven. He bad fought and
he would fight again for the same
cause. But hte youth was dead, ex-
cept when he was with Jane. She
Patagonia, Argentine Territory,
Named ‘Land of the Big Feet9
Largely a plateau land of high*
winds and little rain, Patagonia sup-
ports, on* the whole,'sparte naMdp x
vegetation and few people. Its very*
name has come to be associated
with the distant, untraveled ends ol
the earth. '
On the other hand, irrigation, par^
ticularly in th# northern irsW—,
has transformed much of the once
desert area into blooming eemmu-*
nities, producing fruits and grains?
Families have settled I in recent
years all along the banks of the Rid
Negro, near the northern boundary)
of the territory of the same name.
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mountains, toward the Chilean boun-
dary, a tourist trade Is being-deveL **•
oped, aided by the government’s re-
ported program for new rail com-
munications, hotels, and improved
facilities for fishing and other sports.
Along the east coast, air service
already links the southern extremity
of the continent with Argentina’s
capita) of Buenos Aires, thence
branching out into a network of
lines stretching west, north and east.
Sheep Raising Chief Oecnpatlea.
Patagonia is rich in natural red
sources of timber and oili One oil
field, in Chubut, is reported to yield
more than 80 per cent of Argentina's)
total production.
Sheep raising, the chief occupation*!
of the region, accounts for a large*
proportion of the country’s exporta-*
ble supply of wool, sent largely to)
England, France, and Germany. A14
though in certain sections of the!
plains the constant wind-blown dust
makes for dirty, dry and rough5
fleece, Patagonia’s Vast flocks u>‘
general contribute to the world mar-
i ket some of South America’s best
( quality product.
Yet despite the potential wealth ot
i a still undeveloped region in a,
' world of vanishing frontiers, Pata-,
i gonia is thinly peopled, especially!
i in the southernmost territory of San-
ta Cruz. The entire population is
, estimated to be only about 80,000
, people in an area of mors than three ^.1
i times as many square miles. Ot
I these, according to an old census,
i less than 1,000 were Germans; about
3,500 were Italians,
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Patagonia—a little-known region
with a familiar name—came into
the international picture recently, as
Argentina reported the investigation
of an alleged German plot to annex
this South American territory.
Long contested between Chile and
Argentina, the so-called Patagonian
area, constituting the tail of the
continent, was finally divided be-
tween the two countries in 1881, its
permanent boundaries set in 1902.
The Argentine section, lying roughly
east of the Andes an^ south of the
great central plains, now includes
the three continental territories of
I am going to ask you to drive me
over the Virginia side—I’ll get the
trolley there.”
(TO BR CONTINUED)
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The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 36, No. 72, Ed. 1 Monday, May 29, 1939, newspaper, May 29, 1939; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1253925/m1/3/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Lampasas Public Library.