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(Continued from Last Week)
"Wet But wnat can i dor
'Since I left home I've thought a
good deal of the old ranch. I de
uplsed It In thoso prosperous day
those days we thought were prosperous
but the prosperity Is gone and the
ranch remains. It still lies out there,
Just as It did when you and your father
motored down that afternoon a doxen
years ago. I think you'll have to go
back there, Reenle. I think you'll
have to take the boy Charlie, and what
other help you can get. and go back to
the old ranch and raise something for
the soldiers to eat You can do It
There are good men to be had ; men
who can't very well carry a rifle, but
can drive a plow. And believe me,
Reenle, It's the plow that's going to
win. Go back and put them at It
Think of every furrow as another
trench In the defenses which shall save
your home from the fate of Belgium's
homes. It's not as easy as going to ,
the front; it hasn't got the heroic ring ,
to It, and I suppose there are many
who will commercialize it. Let them.
We shall need their profits after the
war to pay our debts. But It's the
thing that must be done. And you'll
do It, won't you?"
Til do whatever needs to be done,
Dave. Td rather be by your side, or
as near as may be, but if you say that
my duly lies back on the old ranch I
shall go back to the old ranch and
raise food for my soldier. And when
it's all over we shall ride those old
hillsides again. . . . Up the canyon,
you remember, Dave? The little niche
in the wall of the canyon, and all the
silence and the sunlight? . . . For
ever. . . ."
seemed no reason why I should not
my it. She had entered into the sis-
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CHAPTER XV.
Any philosophy which accepts the
principle that the great, overshadow
ing events of life are subject to an In
telligent controlling Influence must of
necessity grant that the same principle
applies to the most commonplace and
every-day experiences. The course of
the greatest stream of events may
well be deflected by Incidents so com
monplace as to quite escape the notice
of the casual observer.
Some such thought as this comforted
me or, at least, would have comforted
me, had I thought it when a leaking
gasoline tank left me, literally as well
as figuratively, high and dry In the
foothills. The sun of an August ufier
noon blazed Its glory from a cloudless
sky; low in a valley to the left a rib
bon of silver-green mountain water
threaded Its way through fringes of
spruce and Cottonwood, while on che
uplands beyond sleek steers drowsed
in the sunshine, ajd far to the v. t
ward the Rockies slept unconcern ;u in
their draperies of afternoon purple.
All these .scenes the eye took in with
out enthusiasm, almost without ap
proval, and then fell on the white
washed ranch buildings almost in the
shadow underneath. And in these
days a ranch almost any ranch
meant gasoline.
I soon stood at the door. My knock
attracted a little chap of two am ti
half or three years ; his stout hands
shoved the screen back, and I found
myself ushered into his company.
There evidently was no one else about,
so I visited, and we talked on those
things which are of importance in ihc
world of three-year-olds.
"Muvver's don to the wiver," he
confided. "She turn back pweiiy
soon."
"And father?" I asked. "Yv'here Is
he?"
Into the dark eyes came a deeper
look; they suddenly shone with the
spirituality of a life only thr.se years
removed from the Infinite. By what
Instruction, I afterward wondered, by
what almost divine charm had shebeen
able to Instil into his young mind the
honor and the glory and the pride of
it? For there was pride, and something
more than pride adoration, perhaps
in his words as he straightened up and
said in perfect English: "My father
was a soldier. He was killed at Cour
celette." I looked in his little sunburnt face,
rn his dark, proud eyes, and presently a
strange mist enveloped the room. How
many little faces, how many pairs of
eyes ! It was just fading away when a
step sounded on the walk, and I arose
as she reached the door. ,
"The Man of the House has made
me at home," I managed to say. "I
am shipwrecked on the hill for a little
gasoline."
"There is plenty out In the field,
where the tractor is," she replied. "You
will find it without difficulty. Or If
you care to wait here, Charlie may be
along- presently."
Her voice had sweet, modulated
tones, with Just that touch of pathos
which only the Angel of Suffering
knows how to add. And her face was
fair, and gentle, and a little sad, and
very sweet.
"He has told me," I said. There
"My Father Was a SoldierHe Wan
, Killed at Courcelette."
terhood that universal sisterhood of
suffering which the world has known
in these long, lonely years. . . .
And It was between us, for we wee all
in the family. There was no occasion
to scrape acquaintance by slow, con
ventional thrust and parry.
"Yes," she said, sitting down and
motioning me to a chair. "I was bitter
at first. I was dreadfully bitter at
first. But gradually T got a different
view of it. Graduallj I came to feel
and know that all we can fee) and
know here is on the surface on the
outside, as you might say, and we
can't know the purpose until we are
inside. It is as though life were a
riddle, and the key is hidden, and the
door behind which the key Is hidden Is
called Death. And I don't believe It's
all for nothing ; I won't believe It's all
for nothing.
Then there Is the suffering," she
continued, after a pause. I don't know
why there should be suffering, but I
know if there were no suffering there
would be no kindness. It Is not until
you are hit bard hit that you begin
to think of other people. Vntll then
all is selfishness. But we women we
women of the war we have nothing
left to be selfish for. But we have the
whole world to be unselfish for. It's
all dlffeu, and it can never go back.
We wonNet it go back. We've paid
too much to let it go back."
It was hard to find a reply. "I think
I knew your husband a little," I ven
tured. "He was a a man."
"He was all that," she said. She
arose and stood for a moment in un
attitude of nesitation; her fingers went
to her lips as though enjoining caution.
Then with quick decision she went into
an inner room, from which she re
turned In a moment with a letter.
"If you knew him you may care to
read this," she said. "It's very per
sonal, and yet, some way, everything
is Impersonal now. In a sense. There
has been such a common cause, and
such a wave of common suffering, that
it seems to flood out over the individ
ual and embrace us allf ... So this
is really, in a sense, your letter aa well
as mine."
I took It and read :
I have had many letters to writs since
my service begtn as a nurse In the war,
but never have I approached the task
with Buch mixed emotions. The pain 1
must give you I would gladly bear myself
If I could; but it Is not all pain; under
neath it, running through it in some way
I cannot explain, is a note so much deepor
than pain that it must be Joy.
Tou have already been advised that Da.
Wd Elden was among those who fell at
ourcelette. It is trite to Bay that ynu havo
;he sympathy of a grateful nation. How
jrateful the nation really is we shall
now by its treatment of the heroes who
survive the war and of the dependents of
;hose who have crossed over. But noth
ing can rob you of the knowledge that he
played a man's part. Nothing pan debar
you from that universal fellowship of
sympathy which is springing up wherever
manhood is valued at its worth.
A new Order lias been born into the
world; the Order of Suffering. Not that it
is new, eithpr; it has been with us since
l lie first mother went Into the shadow for
ner fust child; but always suffering has
ieen Incidental, a matter of the individ
ual, a tiling to be escaped If possible. But
now It is universal, a tiling not to be
escaped, but to be accepted, readily,
bravely, even gladly. And all who so ac
cept It enter into the new Order, and wear
its Insignia, which is unselfishness and
srympathy and service. And in that Order
you shall not be least, measured by either
your sacrifice or the spirit In which you
accept It.
But you are yearning for his last word;
for some voice which will seem to you
now r.lmost a voice out of the grave, and
I am happy to be able to bring you that
word. It was something more than chance
that guided me that night as it is every
night.
We were well behind the line of actual
fighting, but I had become detached from
my party in moving to another station;
lost, if you like, yet not lost; never have
I gone so directly to so great a destination.
While trying to get my location, I became
aware of a'presence; it will sound strange
to you, but I became Intensely aware of
your presence. Of course I knew it could
not be you. In the flesh, but you It seemed
to be, nevertheless. I moved as though
led by an invisible hand, and presently I
found a bit of shattered walL In the
gloom I could Just discern the form of a
man lying in the shelter of the wall if
you could call It shelter It rose scarce a
foot above the ground.
I knelt beside him and turned my torch
on his face. It was pale even through the
brown skin; the eyes were closed; the hair
was wet and plastered on the forehead-
thi r smears of blood on It d i'
his cheeks. At my light fell on hit up
they framed a tmtle.
"Heinle." ht said. "U wm good of you
to com. I knew you would come." 1
"I am here. Ptve." 1 aiuwered, and I
think you will forgive tht lmprantlon.
"Now let me find out whtrt you are hurt
and wt'tl fix you up, and gtl you moved
presently."
He opened hit ere and looked at me
with the strange look of a man whom
thread of oonieloutness It half unraveled.
"Oh. Ift you, Kdlth," ht ild. when he
had taken me In. "Funny, I thought It
was Irene. I must have beon dreaming."
I questioned him again about hit wound
and began feeling his hair. "Ift not
there," he said. "Guess t got It all over
my hands. They got me thlt time. Don't
waste time on me. Some other fellow
may have a chance."
I found, with a little examination, that
the case was at had as he supposed. For
tunately, the wound had induced a local
paralysis and he was not suffering to any
great degree. I placed my hand In hit
and felt his grip tighten on It.
"I'm going to ttay till Ift over, Dave.
We'll tee It out together."
"That't decent." he answered, and then
was still for quite a time.
"I've often wondered what waa on the
other tide." he said, at length. "I shall
know pretently."
'You are not afraid?" I whispered.
"Do. Only tort of curloua. And rev
erent. I guets It's reverent. . . . Tou
know I haven't been much on religion.
Never teemed to get the formula. What
Is the formula? I mean the key the
thing that gives It all In one word?"
"In one word sacrifice. "Ht that loieth
his life shall find It.' " I quoted.
He did not amwer, but I could see his
tips smiling again. His breath waa more
labored. A few drops of rain fell, and
some of them spattered on hit face.
Presently he chuckled. It was an eery
sensation, out on that broad plain of
death, alone by tht tide of thlt man who
was already far Into the shadow to hear
him chuckle.
"That splash of water you remember
It made me think of the time we pulled
the old car Into the stream, and the har
ness broke or something, and I had to
carry you. Tou remember that, Reenle?"
I could only aay, "Tea," and press his
hand. Hit mind was back on the old. old
trails.
He became suddenly sober. "And when
Brownie was killed." he went on. "I said
It waa the Innocent thing that got cauirht.
Perhapa I was right. But perhaps It's belt
to get caught. Not for the getting caught,
but for the the compensation. It's the
Innocent men that are getting killed. And
perhaps It's best. Perhaps there are com
pensations worth while."
His voice was weaker, and I had to lean
close to catch hit words.
"I'm going out." he said. "Kiss me,
Reenle."
And then I kissed him for you.
Suddenly he sat up. "The mountains!"
he exclaimed, and his voice was athrtll
with the pride of his old hills. "See the
moonlight on the mountains!"
Then his strength, which teemed to
have gathered Itself for thlt one last
vision of the place of his boyhood, gave
way, and he fell back, and he did not
speak any more.
And what can I add? Dear, it Is not
defeat. It Is promise. It Is hope.
Some day we shall know. But until
then we shall go on. It Is woman's bit
to carry on. But not In despondency, not
In bitterness, not in anger or despair. He
didn't go out that way. He was reverent
and a little curious, and he went out
with a smile. And we shall go on, and
carry his smile and his confidence through
the valley of our sacrifice. What am I
doing, speaking of our sacrifice?
I salute you, sister In the Order of Suf
feringand of hope.
EDITH DUNCAN.
I handed the letter hack to her, and
for a time I had no words. "Won't you
let me tell the story?" I said, at
length. "The world is full of sorrow,
and it needs voices to give that sorrow
words, nnd perhaps turn it into hope
as this letter does."
She hesitated, and I realized then how
much I had asked. "It Is the story
of my life my soul," she snld. "Yet.
if It would help "
"Without names," I hastened to ex
plain. "Without real names of places
07 people."
.
And so. in that little whitewashed
home, where the brown hills rise
around and the placid mountains look
down from the distance, and a tonsac
of spruce trees beyond the stream
stands sentinel against the open prairie,
she Is carrying on, not in despondency
and bitterness, but in service and in
hope. And so her sisters, all this world
over, must carry on, until their sweet
ness and their sacrifice shall fill up and
flood over uil the valleys of hate.
And If you should chance that
way, and if you should win the con
fidence of young Three-year-old. he
may stand for you and say, with his
voice filled with the honor and the
glory and the pride of It:
"My father was a soldier. He wa&
killed at Courcelette."
THE Iflir
LQNU-ORAVVN-OUT fcLOQUfcNtf
8pocha That Occupy Osy My Bt
Brilliant, but An Apt to Bt
Somewhat Tlrteome.
There at a commercial cum of
great nm;nliude theoiner day In fctK
laud, la which It was existed lhat
one at leusl of counsel would take
right days for hl .fvb. With "
reflect for a learned nrofeeaor, hut In
umlciiM candor, ti Is hard not to coin
iiilserate any Judge that may have to
llaten to a Kpeech of this length. "
uiny be made by the cleverest and
most eloquent of men. but U fact l
that by the eighth day, the facts and
the tropes of the first are pretty
faded. The value of these long
speeches by counsel consists largely
In the notes that the Judge has taken,
provided he followed the argument,
which Is by no means alwsys the ess.
We huve. to be sure, the splendid per
formances at Warren Hastings' Im
peachment, where we are assured that
ladles of the most exalted station
swooned In sheer admiration and aw
ful wonder at the genius displayed.
So be It; they swooned, though we
have to point out that swooning at
that period was pretty general ac
complishment; nevertheless. It Is fair
to any that Burke and Koi and Sheri
dan In point of fact were rather above
the average counsel In eloquence,
though Sergeant Saunders could have
made any of the three "look foolish"
on his own ground. Christum Science
Monitor.
Fountain Murphy, 0 acrea Sec. 11
T 8 S R 8 W, dood of release $1.
SUMMER SCHOOL OPENS
JUNK 2 AT COLLEGE
uiturml Collcir. Cor-
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vallis Teachers, extension work-
era, ntudent. desiring rimer couw
ate or college entrance credit, and all
interested In the practical arts of
home making:. flU, shop and offlrt
i. -.in find their opportulty to
worn, "iu
renew their first strength and jet
new facts and inpsiration in th aum
mor session at 0. A. C. which open.
June 21 ami ends July St.
Experts In Agriculture, home
economics, commerce and the In
duatrial arts, will be present both
from the college and federal and
practicing concerns, to teach and dem
onstrate the latest metnous ox or
ation and Instruction,
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make) the teachtn- .. "S
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branch of the profenU
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to rive- full and idpm, J
for It, but the summer Hut i
(rood opportunity tot urJ
!- great deal tow.nl fitti j
civvs v mnei iwierai ijteW
Dr. Duganne. Dentitt, offsJ
'dependence National BarJL
SUSPENDED PAYMENT IN CASH
How British Government Savtd the
Situation Whtn Countrt Financisl
Solvency Was Threatened.
In the great war which England com
menced with France In KM, the first
four years saw -Nm),o,X added to the
national debt, without any material
advantage being gained. So much cola
hnd left the country for the payment
of troops abroad and as subsidies to
allies that the bank, during 17! be
pun to feel a difficulty In satisfying
demands made on It, At the close of
the year people begun to hoard coin
and to make runs upon the county
banks. These applied to the Hunk of
England for help, nnd the consequence
was that a run ii"ii it commenced In
j the laftep part of rVhroary, 1T!C. This
Rrent estiiMIshment could only keep
Itself ntloiit by paying In sixpences.
Immediate Insolvency as expected,
when en l-Ylirt'iTy CO. the government
steppeil In wiili nn oi.'er In eniiiicll
authorizing the notes nf the limili n
! lcirnl i oili r until nucb time a proper
reinnl i s i mmM he Mpp! ii This ftn
pension of i-uh p:i m -n n ntu-Mil-ed
by the usual e.Tei t of riilsliig the
normal prices of all articles.
THE REASON Wfl
Money it More Safe a
NATIONAL BANC
"OVER 21 B1UB
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(Each Under Supm:
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Of all the places thm in ti
Deposit, Hide, and InmU
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"Why" we ehould prtfit
National Rany.
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Tears.
She was crying unrestrainedly. Not
a sound came from the pretty trem
bling lip, but the great tears roiled
down her cheeks.
The mnn seemed to enjoy the sight.
A snrcastic smile played about his
cruel mouth as he watched her; in
deed, he looked as If he could never
have smiled any other kind.
The girl's beautiful eyes looked up
pleadingly to his. Ills tongue seemed
to lash her like a whip a a torrent
of words came hissing from his mouth.
Then she crumpled up and gave way
entirely to her grief.
"Fine, fine!" the man cried to her.
"Two hundred feet of that Is enough.
Now we'll shoot a little of the next
scene, where you bang by one foot
from a five-story building.".
Whereupon the lovely girl chucked
the onion overboard. St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
For the week ending June 5. 1920 i
the following deeds were recorded in!
Polk county: j
Albert N. Robinson to J. S. and
Mazy L. Myers, 3 lots in block "K"
Falls City, w. d., $1000.
N. S. Butler et ux to Joseph Mor
timer et ux, 21 plus A T. 8 S. R. 4
W., w. d., $2730.
Alice B Cattron et vir to Joseph
Mortimer et ux 17 prus A. T. 8 S. R.
4 W., w. d., $2210.
Ray A. Stevens, iitimam',.,!
Grace B Hampton, 4 lots in Falls!
City, w. d., $10.
C. II. Woodcock et ux and II. Fel
terbaum et ux to Marion Wood, 271.-
0G9 A. T 10 S. R. 5 W., w d, $10.
F 0. Byerley et ux to Otto Byerley
et ux fiO.50 acres Sec. 7T7SRJTO
w. a., .tj.u.
Lynn B Belcher et ux to Jacob
Baker et ux land in Hood View A,u
to rails City, w. d., $1000
G. L. Guild et ux to Emil Brax
linpr et ux land in Sec 7 T 9 S R 4 W,
a if i it
Aiirea Mmpkins et ux tr. P,i
Wagner land in block 8, original
town oi Dallas, w. d., $1500
Adeline F. Ropers, widow, to C
Kj. Manner et ux land in Henry Hi
town ot independence, w. d tOKnn
D. K. Brannan et ux to Tdai, w
bert 5 acres in Fair Oaks, v a'
C. E. Taylor et ux ti lit
Guild, land in Henry Hills' town of
independence, w. d., $1,
Letha Stnats et vir tn rn.-
and Helen M. Nickel, 12 plu, acres
m O CI T C TIT 1 . r 1 "LI -S
i o o rv, v, w. a,, !4550.
Clara G. Fuller. ui,n,awi,,
Ole Frykberg et ux lot in T
ment company's Add. to Dalle."
w. d., $900. mm
The City of Falls City to E. C
.n.ui ia rails Citv HT A
$495. y' ' d
Jemima Murphy, widow, et al to
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CONSISTING OF THE FINEST MEATS OBTAINABLE-
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