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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
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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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Matilda Mock Shumway, 86, resident
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