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PKWE eight THEDTOTIT) MATL TftTTSUyrc. fEDFOTtD, OTiTT.OTC. TT7ERDAY. NOVEMBER 22. 1938. DON'T MARRY THE MAN By Jttnn Bowmtn . ie Characters itatlijeen Grefery 7001 West to secure a right-of-way from Mac Donald, and falls in low with him. Douia MacDoaeld lulu the Grtgoryt. it hat fallen in lov with Bridget Bridget. Kathleen's companion, ii going to become Mrs. Mac Donald. kesurdey Kathleen leaves t goodby not for Bridget Balmy starts 'tiling Kathleen the etory 0 the feud. Chapter 20 Fire In The Mine "DOT didn't ibe learn to love grandfather In time?" Kath leen asked Balmy. "There was no time. The cabin was divided, the houses built. When Angus brought Donna Emilia to his. house as a bride. Mac Donald brought a Scotch lass to bis. He'd nae suffer their pity. "Then Angus went east to find money to finance his mine: a long journey those days. He was de tained month after month. Donna Emilia's old father became ill and died, and she died from overwork and grief when vour father was born. Kathleen sighed deeply. "She was cruel," she condemned. "She could at least have nretended Balmy smiled at Kathleen. "Nae more than you lass, you're much like her. Your pride and your spirit. If you'd given your heart once, as she'd given hers to a lad in Barcelona, there'd be nought left to give to another. The tears came gently. Balmy seeing them went into the bouse. Vaguely Kathleen heard him mov ing about, starting a fire, speaking to the old shepherd, but she re mained, not bothering to wipe her eyes, feeling some of the bitter ness of her defeat was being wasned away She had given her heart to Donald, it seemed there was none left for even herself. "Come lass, nae supper you've Had." The little kitchen was cozily warm, and rich with savory aroma. Kathleen tried to eat to please Balmy, but she found only trie tea would really pass the con striction in her throat. Meanwhile her mind reviewed the story she had lust heard. Balmy, she ventured, at length, "If my grandmother loved tnis man in Spain, ana not Mac Donald, why did grandfather con tinue to hate him? Balmy sighed deeply. "He willed to believe it was MacDonald. I gave him the truth she had spoken on her deathbed, yet he would not believe. He'd conjured up a pic ture of his former friend as his rival and he suffered accordingly All of the rich velvets and tapes tries she had kept through her poverty, he had torn from the walU und packed away. Only the photograph she. had posed tor on their wedding day was left to re mind him of her. even Young Angus was sent away . . . what's that? he asked sharply. Kathleen smiled, faintly amused , 1.1. 1 1 . 1. u t 1119 aim 111, atiu me auuueu wrenching of her heart. "MacDon ald's car going up the hilt. Balmy, what is It? I've never seen you nervous before, what's wrong?" "1 don't know, lass," he ad mitted in an almost petulant voice. "I seem to be waiting something." He went to the door and stood a moment, then turned back. "For half a century I've lived in the bowels of this earth. I've learned its moods, for it has moods like the air and the sea. 1 feel now like the captain of the ship that brought me from Glasgow We stood talk ing on as fait a day as you'd ever see and he frowned sudden and said he felt a storm. 1 feel that way now. lass. I feel a storm." Slowly Kathleen cleared the table and washed the dishes. Wailing Siren THE MacDonald car went back down the hill at breakneck speed. Evidently Donald had for- otlen some vital need of the cele ration feast Maybe she should go back and Join them. Her ab sence would hurt Bridget, throw a cloud on this one evening of all evenings. She would be gay and flippant. She could . now. And she could see Donald again for lust a little while. Imprint each dear line of his face on her memory. Perhaps Bridget had not yet found her note. "Balmy. I was running away be cause I ... 1 couldn't face Bridget and Donald and their happiness I didn't think how my absence would hurl them. 1 was thinking of no one but myself. I'll run down again in a little while" "Ave." Kathleen felt he hadn't heard her She turned to look at him and saw him spring up and rush to the door. "There It is!" he cried hoarsely Kathleen followed him. She heard it now. a siren wailing over the hills. "What is It. Balmy, where Is It?" "An accident . . at the mines., hush!" Now with the wall of the siren came voices, the scream of a . uman, the cough and sputter of cars starting. "The Stubborn Boy," Balmy said. "Come, lass!" He was of! down the hill, Kath leen hard put to keep pace with him; acrosa the barrier line to the MacDonala walk and down the walk. The Arthur car was lust backing out. Jane Arthur at the wheel. "Balmy. Balmy," the woman screamed. "My Jock's on shift." Kathleen slid in beside her. "Get back with him, I'll drive." "Faster. Cleo. Jock's on shift, fast" Her shrill voice went up In crescendo, but Kathleen could go no faster. All of Neutrality was pouring down that road. They swept out of the town in a steady black stream of cars and footrun ners, barriers forgotten. Gregory miners, pulling their mine clothes on as they ran,, sped across the white line and down the MacDon ald road for the first time in their lives. Gregory women raced after them, plucked MacDonald chil dren from the arms of MacDonald women so they could be free to run their race. - It was useless to try to drive with this mass of humanity -under the wheels, unconscious of danger, unaware of warning horns. "Leave it at the side of the road, lass." Kathleen edged the car over and when she was ready to step out she found she was alone. Balmy and Jane Arthur had melted into the crowd. She was carried along with the crowd. They set the pace. Below and ahead they could see the mine bathed in a white flood light, the superstructure rearing like a bleached skeleton,. Alive Or Dead? THE MacDonald miners had thrown a cordon about the mouth of the mine to hold back the mass of people: frenzied peo- gle. Into this barren circle stepped Id Balmy. He held up his hand and a hush fell. Kathleen thought she had never sensed uch silence, wondered a moment at its portent, then looked up. The great cables which swung on the derrick were motionless: the steady thrum of engines pour ing life-saving air into the mine were silent: the steady thump of the pumps was missing. That silence was deathly silence. "There's a fire in the shaft on the two thousand foot level. It burned through the cable. The Inspector going down on his nine o'clock trip ran into the flames and signaled up. You will stay where you are until we call for volunteers. "Kathleen!" His voice rang with auiet author ity. Kathleen pushed through the crowd. Men were coming from the mine office with queer apparatus, a bulky suit, an oxygen mask. One man was protesting. Let a younger man do It Balmy, let some strong" "I'm strong and 1 have nothlnf to lose. They have their life ahead mine lies behind." In a low voice the old man talked to Kathleen and she felt every nerve attuned to his mes sage. "I'm taking an air-line down the winch shaft by ladder. I'll make the working drift, take the shift to the far end of the level. We ll drop the nre door behind us. That means they can turn on the sprinklers and check the tire from reaching that level without danger of drowning us We can last for thirty-six hours. We can'l be saved from this side. Our only chance lies in penetrating through from The Golden Girl. Eight hun dred feet of rock lie between They can blast through the first few hundred without risking a cave-in over us After that it musl be by drill. Its up to vou lass whether we come out alive 01 dead. Morgan! A young MacDonald minlnt engineer stepped up. "Take over. ad. you run the show til vouni Ponald returns." uaimv wanea one more momeni before he donned his helmet Again his hand vas upraised and the babble of voices which had started u he had stopped address ing them, slopped again. rollow the orders of this last as vou would follow mine." he de manded. Kathleen caught at the sleeve of the asbestos suit. Balmu, she whispered and tears streamed down her cheeks. She could smell the smoke now, see the curling fronds arise likt incense from the shaft. This splendid old fellow was going d nvn into that inferno. He was risking a life precious to every man, woman and child In Neu trality. He was doing this becausa he knew he was the onlv man who could keep those entombed men from the frenzy which would bring on certain death. And so he could bring them the message of hope. During tht long wait he could hearten them with visualization of the rescuers, fighting to reach them. And mors vital than all else, he was carrying thai long metal tube down the side that was still free from fire and would give them air. fcvrii lets nl Tomorrow! Kathleen defies Kit- Smyth. TAX i WABH1NOTON. No?, 33 (AP H bf rt E. Wood, president of flenm fUiebuck nnd company, proposed to tiny the federal government mkr a vKinl fw-ciirlty tax alio wane? to ln (imtrtft. firm which than? profit with iholr employer TmtifyinR before a senate Mnanc Bub -committer, Wood aald he believed thin would ln;i to the establishment of n;n-f prof.t ; ' arlnj- fj.--trm Two other lodutrlallit told th committee they approved the prlncl ne of nrotit-nharlne. but believed anv leslslatlon designed to encourage It would do a mistake. M. B. Foaom, treasurer of the Punt man Kodak company, aanerted It would be "unsound" for the govern ment to tine taxation In an effort to fore the spread M profit sharing Itlchard R. Deiipree. president of Procter and cismble company and a member of Secretary Roper- buslursa advisory council, declared: "1 don't think any human being could pasa a law which will Ret anywhere In forc ing permanent employment or prom sharing." Tha senate gioup Is In rent I gating, among other things, the desirability of annual wage and production plan ning system, as well aa the arrange ment under which a company supple ments employe wages with a part of net profit.. 11 auv lime irt Late to Clas sify Ada is l:3u p. m. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX for farther proof address the author, inclosing a stamped envelope for reply. Bee;. U. 8. Pat Off. Do NoTREMH THE CEILING THE LAST CHAPTER r r -v . MUX i m r ary. gir- ill i h as .i , itf iiDikj,!,,-,i'v msra -w at jju 'easel fc "rsyaia gjsjjr . i J"a--n l3'JFt .i-fcLilh-aSaVi V A Of AND DIALECTS. THE WAR-PRUM TEU6R(PH" . 1 1 -nn 3CL VV.w - McJiauahl SrodKM Im. Hush Telegraph . . . Deep In the Congo country of equa torial Africa a pulsating, throbbing sound fell on native ears . . The Great . . , White . . . Queen . . . Is dead , , , This startling message, relayed by war drums hundreds of miles through Africa's wilderness, brought first news of the death of Queen Victoria In 1901 to the very heart of the Dark Continent weeks before white of ficials received any news of the ovent through regular channels. For transmission, the African na tives use huge hollowed logs, on which they beat a code tattoo with sticks. Placed near a river, the sound will travel 20 miles, It Is claimed. Strange as It seems, although Africa contains at least 600 different langu ages and dialects, natives of different tribes relay drum messages to each other In a sort of native "Esperanto" which tribal drummers spend years to learn. t Traveling over 1000 feet a second sound waves from these Afrlclan drums will cover a 20-mlle distance In about one and a half minutes; In little over one hour drum mes eages may be sent 1000 miles I Dummy pillars When Sir Christopher Wren, noted British architect, built the town hall In Windsor. England. In 1686. he so constructed the roof that supporting pillars were not necessary. The' town councillors, however, demanded pil lars, so Wren supplied them but for some strange reason left them all one Inch short of reaching the celling 1 Tonimorow: Cooking I'tenslls Made of Pin tin urn I WILL ASK $13,000 10 SALEM, Nor. 32 (AP) The state board of control grr.ntrd a capltol reconstruction commission rrqurst today to auk the state pin-r-wv board for S13.000 to complete fur nishing of the new capltol. The capltol commission said it hnd only S3000 left, this money to be UBed to furnish committee rooms. The $13,000 would be used to place light standards In the rotunda end fln( poles In front ot the building. Death Comes to Warden's Widow SALEM. Nov. 22 (AP) Mrs. James W. Lewis, widow of tho warden ot the at'ite penitentiary who died Octo ber 28. died here last night. She had been In 111 health for the past year, but the death ot her hus band contributed to her death. They were married 41 years ago. 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