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Friday September 21 1945
THE BAUTLIUTT TRIBUNE
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WtC BTORV THUS FAltt Latlc Shan-
noti whose bone Madoc wi told to
clear a debt when her father died lalli
from England (or America. David North
whom she loves was to make the trip
With her but salts the nlht before.
Lark's ship goes down bnt the reachei
land and Gait Withe a bound servant
flndi her on an Island and helps her
hut refmet to brine her to the mainland.
The two manage to hobble Lancer a fine
horse who had escaped from the linking
ship and on which a price of 100 pounds
hat been offered. After some time Qalt
returns to the liland with Cony who plant
to hold her for ransom to David North's
firm. They reach tho Inn and Lark finds
herself being carefully watched.
CHAPTER IX
Mag had gone indoors now and
Cony returned to his oyster shuck-
ing. He was for the moment on
the far side of the mound raking
the shells with his long wooden fork.
Surely she could slip away for a
few minutes Lark thought. Surely
she could!
Slowly she edged toward the cor-
ner of tho inn and stood there in its
Bhelter for a moment watching
holding her breath. Nothing hap-
pened; nothing at all. With cau-
tious deliberation she slid past the
outhouses and still slowly saun-
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trie bridge and crossed it was in
the woods now and started to run
after the four who were in sight just
ahead their bright garments glow-
ing like exotic tropical flowers
among the shadowed undergrowth.
Lark had time to call out and the
satisfaction of seeing the gipsies
and stand waiting expectantly
efore the sound came to her. The
Ibayinu of Old Doe. the rush of his
'padding feet on the swinging bridge
the sniffing rustle of his paws in
1 the dry grass behind her; it fright
ened her terribly. She screamed
:id drew back into the bushes.
It v;as less than a minute till he
iound her and fastened his teelh in
the fabric of her skirt.
She stood prisoner there till Cony
came up on the lope. "I seed un"
he panted "I set Old Dog loose to
learn un not to go sneakin' off.
L Never seed no Roms afore did un?
1 seed that boy an' gal smile at
He nodded sagely. "I wuz a-
spyin on un from 'hind the oyster-
slope all the while." He threw back
his huge yellow head and laughed
iproanously. "I didn't tell Mag
eetmeat but she'll hear Old Dog
an know what-for." '
..ark glanced in the direction of
gipsies and called out to them.
Key shrugged their shoulders with
sal -or feigned indifference and
vhen Cony made threatening ges-
res toward them continued on
leir way.
Cony broke a switch off a near
by bush and pointed toward the inn.
When Lark started back without
comment he ordered Old Dog to re
lease her dress and fallowed along
behind flicking the .switch vaguely
in her direction.
Mag was waiting for them in the
courtyard. "Go up-attic" she or-
dered. "No dinner for un this day
girl!"
She came behind Lark up the
steep and narrow steps and shut the
heavy door quickly turning the key
in the lock on the outside and stamp-
ing down without any more words.
It was then that she realized her
luck in having Gait's spy-glass hid-
den under her straw pillow. It was
still there. She was thankful Mag
hadn't thought to rummage round.
Lark focused the glass eastward
toward Ghost Island. How she
wished she could see Red Raskall
hidden in the dip where the grass
was 'so green and the rock-basin
held the water like a cup. She
could imagine him there so clearly
awaiting like herself his hour of
freedom.
She 'turned the spy-glass then to-
ward the castle. She could distin-
guish he glint of jts red roof among
the trees. She could see the gipsy
camp below it spread out on the
plateau; the tents bright patches
among the trees the figures of the
' men and women moving about in
the open space where the cooking
fires smoldered like dusky jewels.
David was there somewhere
among them Lark thought. It was
a thing scarcely to be believed that
almost she could reach out her
arms and touch him.
' It was nearly dark when Mag
tumped up the stairs and unlocked
Lark's door telling her in a surly
voice that she had need of her down
below.
Following Mag down the steps
she saw now that the long trestle ta-
bles had already been set up and
that wine casks had been rolled in
and lined the length of the room.
Cony ca
W f ceme give
K platters."!
k 1 of the bli
KV open-faced
Cony called to Lark "Here un
ire me a hand with these
He stood In the far corner
big room beside the wide
faced Dutch dresser whose
high shelves were stacked with
trenchers and platters and bowls of
pyery description.
Cony's eyes fell on her and lit up
with astonishment and pleasure
"By God" he said softly "but un's
a beauty'bright if ever I seed one.
Un looks like that Sheba-queen Par-
son WUhe preached about onct in thp
brick churph at the crossrpad3. Un's
pretty peach for sure I"
His voice was soft but not too
soft for Mag to hear "Sheba-quecn
indeed; 'Jezzybel more like I She
cams at Lark with an upraised
stood.
Mfiu&i
CLARK MCMEEKIN
Lark drew back her eyes blazing
in fury. Mag's hand fell to her
side. "Go back up-attic" she or-
dered "an' see to it that un stays
there. I'll soon up an' lock un in
Un's more hinder than help cozzen-
ing up to every malc-crlttur In
sight."
Lark was afraid that if she made
a scene it would be Gait and not
she herself who would suffer from
it so under Mag's sharp urging
she went up to her room again.
It was not long till Lark heard tho
crowd gathering in the room below.
Snatches of song and rough loud talk
came up to her. She strained her
ears to hoar David's voice among
the others. Finally she crept from
her room and stood at the top of the
darkened stairway bending down
trying to peer into the big room.
She couldn't see the entire group
from where she crouched and so
after a moment edged lower step
by cautious step. Here from the
shadowed corner of the landing she
had a good view.
The bright scarfs of the group of
gipsy folk splashed color in the far
corner of the dim-lit room. They
stood a little apart from the sailors
Lark saw. Tho white haired woman
was there and Dosta and Chal and
Ginko. The men's arms were woven
around the women's waists and they
were swaying and twisting to the
tune which Ginko was playing on
his fiddle. Their feet moved in an
Intricate hypnotic cadence.
It was impossible to tell whether
or not David was among the group.
Several had their backs to Lark and
a few were hidden by the dark shad-
ow of -the Dutch dresser.
It was at this moment that some
quick dispute flared by the oak set-
The sailor crumpled in a heap on
the dirt floor.
tie which banked the fireplace.
Lark's eyes shifted to the sudden
movement there and discovered
Matson still wrapped in his long
black cape. Lark saw at once why
Mag had spoken of him as the Span-
ish Cat. The nickname was an apt
one she realized as he stepped from
the darkened corner.
He stood now electric with an-
ger staring haughtily at the black-
bearded sailor who had knocked the
tray from Gait's hands a few mo-
ments ago. Presumably the man
had taken some liberty with him
which he resented deeply. Almost
more quickly than Lark's eye could
follow the swift motion a rapier
was gleaming like a silver streak in
the air; gleaming one moment and
burled deep out of sight the next as
with a groan the sailor crumpled in
a heap on the dirt floor.
Matson drew a silk handkerchief
neatly down tho rapier'3 blood-
stained length as he stood smiling a
little like a dancer poised beauti-
fully on the balls of his slim feet.
"Pick him up" he said softly
"throw him out into the courtyard.
The dog's ready for the dung-pile."
His summoning gesture brought two
gipsies from the group. With ut-
ter unconcern they tossedHho dying
man into the yard.
Gait was bending over the man
holding a cup of water to his lips.
Lark whispered his name bo softly
that when he turned it was as if
he had sensed her presence rather
than heard her. He followed her
quickly to the shadows of the
trees.
"Gait!" Lark's cold hands clung
to his. "Oh Gait I'm gojng to the
church. I'm going to try to get
there to the cross-roads. If you
! could go with me Gait" (
j He shook his head glancing back
fearfully. "They'd miss me" he
said his voice less than sound.
"Run Lark) Once you get away
from here you can find help It's bet-
ter for you without me. Past the
church you'll"
He stopped darted away from her
stood still as Cony opened the door
peering put. Lark slipped away
among the trees and out-buildings
running now making for the dunes
w.h.u. service
and tho direction of the church run-
ning faster than she had ever run
In her life.
After a time the terrified beating
of Lark's heart quieted a little. Tho
very effort it took to walk through
tho loose sand calmed her. She was
out of breath now and gratefully
sucked tho cool damp night air
down deep into her lungs. Present-
ly a new strength seemed to enter
into her.
Though she was still deeply per-
plexed and frightened that last
glimpse of Gait had been a comfort
to her. She felt it had taken n
certain courage which she had not
known him to possess to be aiding
the dying man. A craven would not
hove done that thing.
Gait would know her whereabouts
at the parson's and would get word
to her somehow. Their two fates
were linked together. Lark knew
that and it renewed her own cour-
age. Lark pushed forward. It was good
to thrust her feet deep into tho sand
and let it seep through the rough
sandals. She could feel it under her
toes damp and firm packing hard
under the arches of her feet.
She was strong and young. The
tug of the sand was as yet no im-
pediment to her. Walking fast and
free like this she felt the night wind
behind her urging her on.
Not far ahead of her Lark could
see the church four-square and
white-steepled. The parsonage must
lie behind it just out of her present
vision. Lark wondered if the man
of God would be angry being wak-
ened in the middle of the night. May-
be he was deaf sleeping on his good
ear as her father used to do to try
and give himself a good night's rest.
She tried the door of the church
but found it locked. She crept
through the little cemetery whero
the tombstones stood all awry until
she came to the parsonage beyond.
Lark stood for a moment look-
ing. Then as the moon came out
from behind the clouds a feeling
of desolation and fear came over
her. The paling fence was broken
and falling away. The windows of
the house were gaping Svide and tho
doorway was a hollow open shell.
Behind Lark there was a sound a
step quick pursuing.
She swung round and called out
"Who's there? Gait is it you?"
The answer came not in Gait's
voice but in David's.
"Lark child what in the world
are you doing here?"
In an instant she was in his arms
clinging to him sobbing out all her
fright and dismay. She knew only
that David was holding her; David
whom she had loved ever since she
was a little girl.
He was holding her close now as
if she were still that little girl need-
ing the comfort of his protecting
care
"Don't cry that way Lark" he
said gently "it makes me feel real
bad. There isn't ftny thing to be
scared of. -I'm here with you."
"But David you wouldn't speak
to me last night. I kept thinking
all day you'd come to me and you
didn't."
"I couldn't speak to you last night.
You shouldn't have called out to
me."
"J'm sorry David. But I was so
glad to see you." Lark tried to calm
herself now to take some assurance
from David's reasonable tone. Hia
arm was still about her holding her
shivering body against his own. Ho
was so warm so safe so strong.
"David you knew about the Tern-
pora?" "Not till after I saw you yester-
day Lark. Then somebody told ma
of the shipwreck."
"It was horrible. I still wake up
in the night dreaming about it."
"But you're safe now. You were
one of the fortunate ones."
"When I was out there on that
dreadful island I didn't feel fortu-
nate. When Clink Swalters tho
mate died and left me I almost
wanted to go with him. I would
have wanted to if it hadn't been for
the thought of you the hope I still
held onto that we might be together
again be . . . be . . ."
"Be married Lark? Was that it?
We will be married some day after
a bit when I've got this business
with Matson straightened out. I'll
be rich then and safe. Now it's too
risky a thing."
"What is it David? Tell me about
it. I don't understand the least little
bit. I was so unhappy and confused
when I got your note."
"I tried to send you a message by
Mother Egypt this morning" he
said "but she had no chance to de-
liver it. Chal and Dosta said you
attempted to follow them. That
wasn't wise Lark."
"But I had to know David I
wanted to talk to you and now you
won't tell me anything!"
"Darling I'm ready to tell you ev-(
erythlng. What was It specially?")
"Why didn't you come with mej
David? Why didn't you keep your
promise?"
"Business." David sold "I tolc
you that honey. My "Company sen
me over to caicn matson wno nas
been black-birding slaves in for
years insuring them for a good
round sum and then claiming he
loses nearly half on every trip. Ha
sneaks in those he makes the falsa
claim on after his ship has been
cleared and hides them away at
his castle up the hill till he can dis-
pose of them."
TO BK CONTINUED)
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Dy JACK LAIT
(Pinch Hitting this wee tor
Walter WlncheU)
Memo from Manhattan
With my ton paratrooper-war corre-
spondent Ucorgc Lnlt I saw a prlvnto
projection of "Tho Story of QI Joe"
which then had not jet opened In Mow
ork. This Is a film centered around
somo of tlie famous activities of Ernie
file. Wo both have a sentimental In-
terest In Ernie. I know htm when ho
was an inconspicuous desk drudgo on
a Washington newspaper a nice little
guy who gave no Indication of tho Im-
mortality ho was to attain In our pro-
fession But Gcorgo knew him more
Intimately than ho knows his brother.
They crossed together In a tiny tub to
Lisbon flow from there to London
shared a little flat during tho mur-
derous blitz. They went together to
Africa and shared tents. Jeeps and fox-
holes during tho adversities of tho
llrltlsh defeat and rctrent aud through
the triumphs of tho allies from El Ala-
meln to conquest of the desert and tho
Mediterranean.
They were side by side In Sicily
and In Italy. George had caught
malaria In the desert and came
back here for a spell of rest. After
that he went through campaigns In
New Guinea Salpan through the
bitter fighting on Leyte. He made
battle Jumps with the Eleventh Air.
borne Division and was about to go
on to Luzon when the malaria
caught up with him again. Gen.
MacArthur ordered him flown back
on sick leave. Meanwhile Ernie
Pyle had come home to rest and re-
cuperate at his house In Albuquer-
que N. M.
I met George at my Beverly Hills
retreat the day after ho landed In San
Ifrunclsco and while wo were there
Ernie visited us. Ho was now on his
way to cover the fighting In the Pa-
cific. By this time he was tho most
widely syndicated reporter In tho world
the only man In my knowledge who
ecr lmd both the top best-sellers on.
the bo6k market at once and ho could
hae commanded princely prices to lec-
ture write for magazines or take any
of a score of broadcasting offers . . .
George who had been through plenty
with him told him he was bound for
btuff much worse and-more dangerous
than he had ever known. George point-
ed out to him his situation on top of
the world and literally begged him not
to go. But Ernlo said the cry fact
that he had built up so large a follow-
ing was a mandate and an obligation;
he couldn't quit In the middle ; he had
n hunch he would never come back
but-he Insisted he should go on.
"The Story of Gl Joe" takes him
only as far as his turning to the road
to Rome. . . . Burgess Meredith who
gives an uncanny personification
studied undas George and others who
know Ernie 1?U and acquired his little
intimate mannerisms ; makes even those
who knew Pyle think he looks like him.
. . . But though he Is a star and play-
ing n greater one GI Joe Is the hero
collectively of this brave film. I call
It bravo because Lester Cowan put
two and a half million dollars Into it
though he had pledged Ernie not to
glorify him gave his principal charac-
ter no suggestion of any sort of ro-
mance and contracted to let Ernie
throw out any scenes he didn't like.
He did discard several which were
quite costly because they made too
much of him and too little of the men
he loed and who loed him. . . .
Perhaps It was this spirit and faculty
that lifted Ernie Pyle above any other
leporter of his generation. Ho was a
self-effacing little fellow not physically
hrae who sweated and shuddered dur-
ing action but who not only nuer
ducked It but went weary and woe-
begone to seek It ... . George tells me
that during the nightly Nai lalds on
London Pyle would be panlc-stilcken
jet he was the first one at his tjpe-
wrltcr when It stopped. ... no had a
lot of resistance as many wiry little
men have. . . . With the kind of stuff
he wrote ho could lme almost as well
woiked miles back of the front But
tho reporter In him droio him right to
whero things were thickest
His widow Gerry has pleased all
. his friend by stepping hard on a
professional project to establish a
gaudy memorial park In his mem-
ory. . . . That's exactly what would
have mad? him wince . . . Perhaps
modesty was his predominant char
acterlstlc and It shows In this fll.w
over a natural temptation for a pro-
ducer director and actor to create
a hero ... To himself Ernie was
no hero ... He was bewildered by
the praise and prosperity which
poured down on efforts which he
Intended to be simple and humble
as he was to the last and which I
am sure he would want his memory
to be.
After many long years at every angle
of tho business I am scarcely a stairy-
eied worshiper of n man simply be-
cause he does a newspaper Job well
. . Devoting all my space this week to
Ernlo Pjle makes the first time 1 hae.
dono that since SO jears ago this week
I wrote an obituary tribute on Paul
Armstrong who was the exact antltho-
els of the man I deal with here . . .
That bears out a theory which has long
seemed soanito pie a man is Judged
In the direct rato of what he accom-
plishes to what he attempts.
SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS
Patchwork Apron
SOFT scallops outline the neck-
line of this graceful afternoon
frock. The simple gored skirt is
very flattering and easy to wear.
Use a pretty all-over scroll or
floral print and add your favorite
jewelry or a bright flower for or
nament.
Pattern No 8903 Is designed for sizes
14 16 18 20; 40 42 and 44. Size 16
short sleeves requires 3 yards of 39 Inch
fabric.
Keep a clothes hanger right in
the sewing room when making a
new dress. Then the half-finished
dress may be placed on it when
not working on it. There is no
sense in bundling it up in a knot
to cause wrinkles when this small
step will prevent them.
A cloth dipped in kerosene will
remove all grease and dirt stains
from the sink as well as add to
the polish. To remove grease spots
from wallpaper apply dry corn-
meal with a clean dry cloth to the
spots and they will soon disap-
pear. Baste a line down center front
of the dress you are making and
another down center back. Use
these lines as guides in fitting.
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To make dainty sandwiches
use bread that is at least 24 hours
old and slice thin with a sharp
knife.
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rain place a clean damp cloth
on the material and press it with
a moderately warm iron.
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Cool jars of hot canned fruits out
of a draft to prevent their crack-
ing. When grease or milk is spilled
on a hot stove sprinkle with salt
to remove the unpleasant odor.
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Florida Is not promising at
present and commercial
planting of tropical rubber
plants thoro is not ustlfled.
In tho opinion of the U. S.
Department of Agriculture.
A special railroad coach
equipped to demonstrato tyro
(British spelling) conservation
has traveled throughout Eng-
land. Mors than 40000000 heavy-duty
truck tires have been produced
since Pearl Harbor even though
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