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FRI DAY. -FEBRUARY »4, 103» THE BKAVEHTON REVIEW Fuat Thinking Saved Thin Forgetful Hubby W a g e s a n d A d v e r tis in g CHAPTER XIV—Continu'd —15— Through It all. over tt all. the name Dale had been unable to force from hit lips back In the study. How long ago. That was the mem ory his battered consciousness de sired most of all to crush. Even as his fingers tried to mutilate the tangible evidence and failed. Elaine. Elaine. Her face watching him through all this nightmare. It would not be blotted out No matter how he beat at it with his bare heart That hurrying maddening proces sion, swinging past his staring eyes. Where was the end? A host of puzzling shadows forg ing by. Taking shape at last Those were pennons streaming from bob bing lance tips. Clearer. The half- forgotten game of dreams. Old guests of the Table Round. And ever present in the motley of mail, a lone rider. Coming out again, hidden behind arms that bore no device. Blank. The shield argent Dale's arm was upflung across his face to shut away the picture. He rolled over and pressed his eyes deep among the dead leaves. Sobs broke from him. “ Elaine."* When that first storm had spent Itself, the boy who had been Dale Farwell roused and stared dully at his surroundings. At the trees loom ing darkly on all sides. It was the same world he had seen slip from beneath his feet He still was in it if no longer of it For the moment his mind re fused to recognize the present or future. He must go back a little, reconstruct his chaos. Adjust him self to a perspective of some sort Slowly, matters began to right themselves in his numb brain. It came back to him how his fa ther . . . That was it. He had no father. But he did He was the son of Ward Kelsey. That should have been his name. too. No right to that other of which he had been so proud. Who was Jonathan Far- well? Only his mother's husband. A man who had been kind to him for her sake. Had he? This man of God. Who stood up on each Sunday and told people how to be good. Live righteous lives, hate sin. And he let me live this lie. He lived it. too. Why? Why? All these years giving himself to the task of saving souls. What about his own soul? What about. . . The Lady Lee. No use to push that out of his mind any longer. The thing that mattered most of all. He groaned softly to himself. She was waiting for him now— somewhere in this soft darkness. He had promised. His last words had told her that nothing could ever keep them apart. How could he ever tell her? He couldn't Never to see her again . . . What would they tell her when she called the parsonage? What would he say in the message he must send before he went away from all this? That he had made a mistake? That she must try to forget? To have to hurt her so. No right even to look at her. Never to hold her close . . . The warm perfume of her hair . . . He couldn't stand this. If only he could start on that trip to the wilderness. Bury himself forever. Another dream shattered. He nev er wanted to see that man. Hear his name. Didn't dare see him. There were other wildernesses. He would find them. Only ask to be forgotten. No riding out with colors now . . . The clouds lowered. Rain drops rattled sharply on the leaves. Dale rose painfully to his feet. Blundered on. Deeper into the woods. Pink Mulgrew stood watch alone in his kitchen until the first streaks of dawn tinged the east and Albert Hickman arrived with a clink of milk bottles. Pink had passed the hours tipped back in a chair, heels resting on the table as he sat star ing at the wall and lighting one cigarette after the other. He had gone several times to the back porch to peer into the darkness and to listen. Then into the parlor, only to hear that monotonous pac ing overhead. A moment later, he rapped hesi tatingly on the knob and peered cautiously into the room. The light still burned. Jonathan Farwell, his face drawn and hag gard and suddenly old, turned to face his visitor. "Dale has not come back,’ ’ were his first words. “ Not yet. Dominie.” " I have lost him too,” Farwell offered in a curiously flat voice. “ Gone.” The finality stirred Mul grew to action. “ Talk sense!” he countered roughly. “ You know that kid's no quitter. Any more’n you. Sit down. Pull yourself together.” With unexpected docility the min ister sank to a seat on the bed. “ He'll come back.” the little man Insisted. “ You been carryin’ this around ever since he was born The kid got it all in one package. What do you expect? He's had to go out by himself and work it out Same as you’ve been doin'. When he gets here, he'll be fixed to talk. Then you and him can get together.” "Why should he come to me? 1 drove him away. My punishment is almost greater than I can bear, Pinckney. I tried to carry it alone. Did I do wrong? Did I?” “ Lissen. Dominie. I can't tell you. I reckon I'd have done the same as you. You wasn't sure. 1 mean you never had it in black and white. You know what I'm tryin' to say.” "What else was there to believe?” Farwell persisted. "There never was anything else to believe. God forgive me, I hoped the man was dead. Now he comes out of the p a st” “ One of them things. That's all." “ If there was any d ou b t" was the bitter retort “ why did that man hide himself all these years? Why did he not find me? Why? There is no answer. To anything in life.” Pink came nearer. He stood look ing down at the crumpled figure. “ Dominie," he began slowly, "I ain't very good at sayin' things But ain't you sorta runnin' out on your self tonight? And on the kid? You “ We have never m et Doctor Far- well." “ No.” It was a colorless word. “ But I am not surprised to see you now." "Then you know I'm Wade Kel sey." The name had no sooner left the speaker's lips than the door lead ing to the dining room closed abruptly. By an unseen hand. The unexpected sound recalled Farwell to the duties of host "Will you be seated?” “ Thank you. We can talk here?” “ If you feel it necessary.” “ We are alone, I mean?” Jonathan Farwell walked to the hall door. He closed it and came back to the nearest chair, dropping wearily to its cushioned seat A few brief hours had aged him per ceptibly. His shoulders sagged. The white face was pinched and drawn. "Well, sir?" “ Perhaps this is more difficult than I realized.” A slight hesitancy marked Kelsey's attempt. Sudden sympathy filled him. This man was suffering. He was ill. “ Can you understand what brings me here?" he ventured. “ I suppose you know that I have met Dale." "He told me so. He is gone," Far- well said listlessly. "First, Elaine. Today, Dale. What would you do there in your smug righteousness and smirch her name. Didn't it occur to you that Dale might be your son? That he is your son? Elaine's boy? You poor blind fool. And to think I have hated you all these years!” Farwell slowly passed his hand over his mouth as if he had re ceived a blow. His lips twitched, but no sound came. He peered up vacantly at his accuser. “ I am beginning to understand." Kelsey remarked quietly. "W e must get to the bottom of this. Pull your self together, man. Is there any thing I can get you?” Farwell shook his head. "Then listen to me " He drew his chair closer and seated himself. "This is no time to mince words. It means too much to that boy To all of us. I can tell you some things you don't know. That la what brought me here." T ^ H E R E is a lot o f advertising in * this country and It has a defi nite purpose. It is there because our m erchants want to sell us au tom obiles, chew ing gum , tooth paste, refrigerators and oranges. They know that advertising helpa to sell these things and thousands o f others, and they know that it provides a valuable inform ation service to consum ers. That m uch is plain, but did you ev er stop to consider that ad ver tising affects your personal in co m e ? No m atter what your occu pation, the amount o f your sal ary or w ages is affected by the total volum e of advertising on the part o f all m anufacturers nnd storekeepers everyw here. This statem ent is worth exam ining. In this country, we produce and consum e m ore than tw ice aa m uch goods for every m an, w om an, and child as is produced and used In other principal countries of the world. Why is this? Not m erely because we have vast nat ural resources. Not Just because we are better at inventing and or ganizing. It is m ostly because we all want so m uch to have the good things in life and because we have the individual am bition and ener gy to get them. The purchasing pow er o f A m erican people is used CHAPTER XV "We'U start with me. You'd best make up your mind to accept what I tell you. Is that understood?" said Kelsey. A slight nod of the head was Far- well's reply. "When you came to Middleton. 1 was a transit man with the old Stales' Names Louisiana was nam ed for King Louis X IV o f France. Ohio m eans “ great riv er.” Virginia was nam ed in honor of Queen Elizabeth o f England. M aryland was nam ed for Queen Henrietta Maria of Eng land. Minnesota m eans "sk y-blu e w ater.” Pennsylvania was named for W illiam Penn, the fam ous Quaker. \ Florida was nam ed for East er Sunday—P ascua Florida, the Spanish "fe a st o f flow ers.” Washington was nam ed in honor of G eorge Washington. all the tim e and it revolves fast. This Is where advertising com es in. It creates desires for new things and en courages ambition for higher standards o f living. Suggestions from the m erchant's advertising are often responsible for the purchase of a new living- room rug, an autom obile, bettrr clothes, or a new kind o f break fast food. Millions o f purchases are in spired by advertising. When the volu m e of buying is high, business is good and there are many jobs. It is not only the ability of con sum ers to buy goods but also their desire to buy that mnkes factories run at full speed. Advertising is one o f the greatest stim ulators of buying desire that has ever been known. New industries depend on ad vertising to get started. A fac tory is built to m anufacture a clev er electric razor. No one ever heard of such a thing before Hardly anybody wants to buy the d evice until the m anufacturer ex plains its advantages in a national advertising cam paign. Almost im m ediately, thousands o f men buy these m achines and the com pany increases production. The result is lots o f new Jobs for factory w orkers and traveling salesmen. A dvertising has built many oth er new industries, big ones and little ones. Sim ilarly, advertising has expanded countless old indus tries. Raw m aterial and other re lated industries are directly bene fited. In every case it m eans m ore em ploym ent, m ore wages. Our whole econ om ic life is speeded up, the national purchasing power is enlarged, and ev eryb od y ’ s incom e goes up. The m erchandising force of ad vertising is very im portant among the various factors responsible for our having the highest wage level in the world, with a buying power nearly tw ice that in Great Britain, two and one-half tim es as great as in G erm any, and m ore than ten tim es as high as wages in Russia. In m ore ways than one, advertis ing gives a lift to the pay en ve lope. Copyright. 1S3S. /T j ? He was con sciou s that trouble was brewing when he went out in the morning. When he got hom e that night he learned what he had done. With teurs In her eyes his wife sx- clutm ed: " I know you don 't love ine —you 'v e forgotten m y birthday I” "D u rlin g ,” he said, " I 'm m ore sorry than I can s a y - b u t it is reully your fault.” "M y fau lt?” she exclaim ed. “ How cun that b e ? ” He took her hand in hlx. "H ow cun 1 rem em ber your birthday,” he asked, "w hen there is never anything ubout you to rem ind m e that you ure a day older than you were a year a g o ? " Pig», Cow*, Egg* by Air In northern Canada the air- plune pilot is m ilkm an, g rocer, butcher, and heavy freight han dler to scores of isolated mining towns and trading posts, reports the C om m entator magazine. Be sides the usual traffic in all sorts of mining equipm ent and dry stuffs thut dally wings its way into the North, fresh food is also carried. Grapefruit today is a breakfast fruit even 200 m iles north o f the A rctic circle. Fresh eggs, milk and vegetables of all kinds ere shipped in lurge quantities by air. Where there are many children, even live cow s have been carried by plane to provide fresh m ilk. Live pigs and chickens are daily passengers on the northern aerial freighters. On the trip back, besides the usual run of gold and furs, planes have at least half a ca rg o of freak fish. From Friend and Foe We learn our virtues from the bosom friends who love us; our faults from the enem y who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real form from a friend. He is a m irror on which the warm th of our breath im pedes the clearness of the reflection.—Richter. A H /T f ^ Tir«$ton« CHAMPION TIRE JjecauAe. IT'S THE ONLY TIRE MADE WITH THE NEW SAFETY-LOCK CORD BODY “ No. I loved her, too well.” know . . Pink hesitated, then summed up: "I always let you han dle the church end. But here’ s how all this hits me. If God’ s all you figure, why's He lettin' our kid sit in a crooked game? No. sir. The kid's a square shooter. You can't tell me no different Dope it ou» for yourself.” Nine o’ clock found the parsonage enveloped in silence. Jonathan Farwell still lay across his bed where Mulgrew had left him several hours before. Exhausted by the storm that had swept his heart and brain, sleep at last had claimed the minister. Pink was in the living room where he had stretched himself on the couch to wait Dale's coming. The chiming of the clock brought him to his feet staring and rub bing his eyes. A distinct uneasiness possessed him when he realized that his watch had been kept in vain. Dale had not returned. Satisfied by the quiet overhead that Farwell must be rest ing, Pink stole softly to his kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. As he swallowed a hasty break fast he was formulating a plan of action. He had promised Miss Lee to find the kid and he must make his effort at once. He swore at the sound of the door bell. Muttering to himself, he hurried to answer it before his em ployer should be roused. It might be some word from the kid. "W ell?" was his ungracious greet ing to the stranger on the porch. "I would like to see Dr. Farwell, if I m ay." Before Pink could frame a re fusal, a voice spoke from within the hall. “ Just a moment. Pinckney. Who Is it?” Jonathan Farwell came slowly down the stairs and crossed to the front door. "Good morning," he began calm ly. “ Did you wish to see m e?” “ Dr. Farwell?” "Yes. Come in.” Pink fell back reluctantly and al lowed the visitor to enter. Eyed him uneasily as he walked into the parlor, followed by the minister. The atmosphere of the front room was charged with sudden tenseness as the two men faced each other. The stranger broke the silence. He spoke bluntly. now? I am beyond hurt, I think.” "Y ou're talking in riddles, m an!” Kelsey eyed the other sharply. "And there is no answer left." Farwell’ s black eyes fixed them selves on the engineer’s puzzled face. "I once supposed if ever I met you face to face, I would kill you. God changes us.” There was a faint touch of wonder in the words. “ I think you had better explain th a t" Kelsey said it quietly enough, but a dull color crept into his cheeks. “ I thought I might be of some help. You have enough to an swer for, when it comes to that. Elaine might be here now, if you . . . I’ m sorry. I didn’ t mean to say that.” “ Yes. She might have come here with you. To claim your son. It is too late. He is gone. I drove him away.” "In God’ s name. Farwell, what are you saying?” Kelsey sprang to his feet. The lean face under the gray hair had gone as white as Farwell's own. His fists were thrust Into his coat pockets, as if fearful his anger might get the best of him. “ That Dale is yours.” was the measured reply. "I always have known.” Wade Kelsey took a backward step and sank helplessly into his chair. He but stared at Farwell. "I sinned more deeply than I knew. I never told the boy. Al ways I was hoping—hoping. Then you came. I had to tell him. All." "W ait!” Kelsey’ s voice was harsh. He swallowed before he could ask his question. “ Are you trying to tell me that you think— that you dare believe I’m that boy’ s father?” "Would you deny him a name now? It is all that you can give him More than you did for her.” "I f I did not believe you utterly mad . . . ” A dangerous ring crept into Kelsey’ s voice as he leaned for ward. "As long as you have said that— Let me tell you something once and for all. I gave Elaine a love that could mean nothing to you. For you killed her.” "No. I loved her. Too well.” “ And I tell you that you did. You broke her between your hands. She loved you so well she let you drive her out of your life. And now . . He was on his feet again. “ You sit G. 4t G Starting out. I was en gaged to Elaine. There's no good going into that. She loved you more than she did me. But there is one thing you will have to believe. It didn't keep me from loving her. There never has been another wom an in my life. From that day until this. If you can get that . . . ’’ Farwell sat motionless. Staring in mute pain at the other man. "I don’t want to be rough . . Kelsey seemed to find the going dif flcult "I know now that Elaine never opened her lips to a soul But I saw . . . Though I never talked with her after she sent me away. She was trying to fit herself to a job that was beyond her. "I can guess what happened after you took her away. She found her self failing the job—and you. Fright and her nerves got the better of her. I could piece it all together She clung to you and you gave her no help. Perhaps you couldn’ t That’ s not for me to judge. All I know is that something snapped. It was bound to,” he said. Farwell moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. Sat watching His face was expressionless. "Elaine was in a panic when she left your home. Her physical con dition had something to do with it, of course. When she was driven to take the step, she couldn’ t go back She couldn’t go to her mother, for fear you would find her. "This will sound almost unbeliev able. I can see now. It was fate. The same as my running across Dale last week. I was In Chicago on business. A friend and I dropped into a Loop restaurant for lunch I saw Elaine waiting on tables. This is going to hurt. She was working to support your baby. " I ’ll cut it short for both our sakes. Elaine didn't have much re sistance. The lake air had been doing her no good. I took her to her mother where she belonged. Then I began a search for you. You seemed to have dropped from sight. I stumbled across your trail once in 1915. Elaine had been dead several months. She hoped for you to the last. Wanted to put Dale In your arms where he belonged. Now it’ s your turn to help. Where were you?” “ Overseas." 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