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The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-10-22

the dining-room window. 1t was sly,
covert though intensely eager look
that he directed at another window far
below If he hoped for some sign of
life in his fathers study he was to be
disappointed The curtains hung
straight and motionless. He would
have denied the charge that he longed
to see YvOnne sitting u the easement,
waiting to watt a sign of greeting up
to him, and yet he was conscious Of
feeling Of disappointment, even an
noyanCe.
With considerable adroitness Lydia
engaged his attention at the piano.
Keyed up as she was, his every emo
ton was plain to her perceptions. She
had anticipated the motive that led
him to the window, She knew that
it would assert itself in spite of all
that he could do to prevent. She wait
ed humbly for the thing to happen,
pain in her heart, and when her read.
ing proved true, she was prepared to
combat its effect Music was her only
ally
How does it 90, Freddy-the thing
you were playing before breakfasts"
She was trying to pick up the elusive
air. 1T Is such a fascinating, ador-
able thing. Is this right"
He came over and stood beside her.
His long, slim fingers joined hers on
! the keyboard, and the sensuOus strains
Of the waltz responded to his touch.
He smiled patiently as she struggled
to repeat what he had played, The
fever Of the thing took hold of him at
last, as she had known 1t would.
Leaning over her shoulder, his cheek
quite close to hers, he played. Her
hands dropped into her lap. Finally
she moved over on the bench and he
sat down beside her. He was absorbed
in the undertaking. His brow cleared.
His smile was happy, eager one.
IT'S tricky thing, Lyddy," he said,
enthusiastically, "but you'll get it.
Now, listen"
For an hour they sat there, master
and pupil, sweetheart and lover, and
the fear was less in the heart Of one
when, firing at last, the other con-
tentedly abandoned the role Of task
master and threw himself upoR the
couch, remarking as he stretched him
self in luxurious ease:
81 like this, Lyddy. | wish you
didn't have to go over there and dig
away at that COMPOUNDED journal. l
like this so we'll that, pom my soul,
I'd enjoy loafng here with you the
whole day long"
Her heart leaped. 'You shall have
your wish, Freddy" she said, barely
able to conceal the note of eagerness
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CHAPTER XII.
A Tempest RACES.


4Yonne stopped in the doorway.
aanlab was holding the curtains aside
.oF her to enter. The tall figure of
Frederic doomed up behind her, his
uarR lace glowing in the warm light
'aat came from the room. She had
slalged her dress for an exquisite
SVllu colored tea-gown of chiffon un-
W the rarest and most delicate of
e For an instant her gaze rested
" Lydia and then went questioningly
] nEoods face. The girls confusion
ssu MOI escaped her notice. Her hus-
ualas manner was but little less con.
'is'lng Her eyes narrowed.
Raniab said you were expecting
sae said slowly. She came for.
s Saro haltingly, as if in doubt as to
~ NV welcome. Are we interrupting?"
!, " course not, said Brood, a flush
y annoyance on his cheek. lydia is
.sa' sent Ranjab down to ask
.. frederic interrupted, a trfae too
riy' I'll walk around with you.
y rsa "a It's raining, however. Shall |
set the car out, father?" ~
-,,,. no. no." cried Lydia, painfully con.
s ssOus Of the rather awkward situa.
w. w. And please don't bother. Freddy.
~ ~ 60 home alone. It's only a stem, :"
Be away. ""'u the door, eager to
ei., ! 90 with YOU" said Frederic de.
~ sy' He stood between her and
h. N oo o, an embarrassed smile on his
Iss d i've got something to saw to Won,
Vcice. went on lowering his
.,. James. DEAR" said Mrs. Brood
g,.s slng her finger at her husband and
n. ~ an exasperating smile on her
IS ". you are working the poor Girl
sos aard' See how late 1t is! And
hsm, nervous she is, Why, YOU are
sn0ling, Lydtal For shame anne Jan James als :
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Listened Without the Slightest Change
of Expression.

tonight that you are not sure that
you really love him. YOU"
She stopped him with a quick ges'
ture. Her eyes were smoldering
Where is he? Gone away with her?
Go and look, do"
They're in the hall. l shall take
her home, never fear. l fancy he's try.
ing to explain your insinuating-"
She turned on him furiously. care
you lecturing me? What tempest in
a teapot"
"Lydia's as good as gold. She"
"Then take her home at once,
sneered Yvonne. "This is no place
for her."
Frederic paled. You're not trying
to say that my father would-Good
Lord, Yvonne, you must be crazy!
Why, that is impossible! Tiff
thought" He clinched his fists and
glared over his shoulder, missing the
queer little smile that fitted across
her face.
You do love her, them" she said
her voice suddenly soft and caressing
He stared at her in complete Devil
derment.
"I-I-Lord, you gave me shockp
He passed his hand across his moist
forehead. 1T can't be so. Why, the
very thought of it,"
81 suppose shall have to apologize
to Lydia" said she, calmly. Your faith
Their will exact it of me, and I shall
obey. Well, am sorry. How does
it sound, coming from me? 4 an
sorry, Lydia Do say it prettily?"
81 don't understand you Nat all
Yvonne. adore you, and yet, by
heaven, IL actually believe / hated
you just now. Listen to me: I've been
treating Lydia vilely for long, long
time, but-she's the finest, best, dear
est girl in the world. You-even you
Yvonne-shall not utter q word
against"
Ale! What heroics!" she cried
ironically. You are splendid when
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-10-22
SYNOPSIS.

:. tho New York home Of James Brood,
NJ son, Frederic, receives a wireless
~ him, Frederic tells Lydia Des-
n I,ond his fiancee, that the message an
l unnras his fathers marriage, and orders
~. desmond, the housekeeper and
stSis,s mother, to prepare the house for
= Immediate homecoming. Brood and
v i bride arrive She wins FrederiC's Xix
- - az first meeting Brood shows dislike
~ .sa yelled hostility to his son. Lydia and
DC sF~ Brood met in the jade-room, where
S @.S works as Brood's secretary. Mrs
- by.O C,d Is startled by the appearance Of
Psniab, Brood's Hindu servant. She
-.ekes changes in the household and gains
Sar husbands consent to send Mrs. Des-
~ Dsnnd and Lydia away. She fascinates
v TTaSeric, She begins to fear Ranjab in
he uncanny appearances and disappear
.neas and Frederic, remembering his
5tber's East Indian stories and firm be-
IN IN magic fears unknown evil. Ran
a. nerforms feats of magic for Dawes
ri Riggs. FrederiCs father, Jealous, I'M
4 E.tlv orders his son from the dinner table
y drunk, Brood tells the story Of Ran
5Ys life to his guests. He killed a Wom-
~ who was unfaithful to him. Yvonne
Says with Frederic's infatuation for her.
bar husband warns her that the thing
mat not 20 on. She tells him that he
IN loves his dead wife. whom he drove
TOp1 his home, through her, Yvonne.
Tyonne plays with Brood, Frederic and
ivdia as with figures on a chess board.
BroOd. madly jealous, tells Lydia that
frederic Is not his son.
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CHAPTER X-contlnued.

sand now, Mr.. Brood, may ask why
you have always intended to tell me
this dreadful thing?" she demanded,
her eyes cleaning with fierce, accus-
Ing light.
He stared. "Doesn't-doesnt it put
q different light on your estimate of
him? Doesn't it convince you that he
Is not worthy Of"
mo! A thousand times mol" she
cried II love him. If he were to ask
me to be his wife tonight l would re-
l0ce-oh, would rejoice! Someone
i seeming. Let me say this to you, Mr..
Brood: You have brought Frederic
up as a butcher fattens the calves and
swine he prepares for slaughter. You
are waiting for the hour to come
when you can kill his very soul with
The weapon you have held over him
for so long, waiting, waiting, waiting!
In Gods name, what has he done that
you should want to strike him down
after all these years? 1t is in my heart
to curse you, but somehow | feel that
yOu are curse to yourself. will not
say that | cannot understand how you
feel about everything. You have suf-
fered. know you have, and II am
sorry for you. And knowing how bit
ter life has been for you, implore you
to be merciful to him who is inno-
cent"
The man listened without the slight
est change of expression. The lines
seemed deeper about his eyes, that
vas all. But the eyes were bright
and as hard as the steel they resem-
bIed
you would marry him"
Eyes, yes!"
Knowing that he is a scoundrel?"
How dare you say that, Mr..
BfoOd?"
Because" said he levelly, she
thinks he is my son." Voices were
heard on the stairs, Frederic's and
iYonne's. He is coming now, my
Dear" he went on and then, after a
pause fraught with significance, land
my wife is with him."
Lydia closed her eyes as If in dire
pam A dry sob was in her throat.
strange thing happened to Brood,
sne man Of iron. Tears suddenly
rushed to his eyes.
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1 am a little tired" stammered
Lydia. 1--WE are working so hard, you
know, in order to finish the"
Brood interrupted, his tone sharp
and incisive. "The end is in sight
We're a bit feverish over it, SUP
pose. You see, my dear, we have Just
escaped captivity in Lhasa. 1t was a
DIT thrilling, I fancy. But we've
stopped for the night"
SO | perceive" said Yvonne, a
touch of insolence in her voice. "You
stopped, / dare say, when you heard
the vulgar world approaching the in.
ner temple. That is what you broke
into and desecrated, wasn't it?"
The inner temple at Lhasa," he
said, coldly.
Certainly. The place you were
escaping from when we came in"
1t was clear to all of them that
IVonne was piqued, even angry. She
deliberately crossed the room and
threw herself upon the couch, an act
so childish, so disdainful that for a
full minute no one spoke, but stared
at her, each with a different emotion.
Lydia's eyes were flashing. Her lips
parted, but she withheld the angry
words that rose to them. Broods ex-
preston changed slowly from dull
anger to one of increduIity, which
swiftly gave way to positive Joy. His
wife was Jealous!
Frederic VAS biting his lips nerv.
ously. He allowed Lydia to pass him
on her way out, scarcely noticing her
so tntently was his gaze fixed upon
Yvonne. When Brood followed Lydia
into the hall to demonstrate, the young
man sprang eagerly to his stepmoth-
er's side.
Good Lord, Yvonne," he whispered,
that was nasty thing to say. What
will Lydia think? By CAD, is it pos
sible that you are jealous? OF Lydia?"
"Jealous?" cried she, struggling with
her fury. Jealous of that girl! Poof!
Why should l be jealous of her? She
hasn't the blood of a potato"
81 cant understand you," he said in
great perplexity. "You-you told me
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CHAPTER XII.
The Day Between,


Frederic opened his eyes at the
sound Of gentle, persistent tapping
on the bedroom door. Resting on his
elbow, he looked blankly, wonderingly
about the room and-remembered. 1t
was broad daylight. The knocking
continued. He dreamed on, his blink
ing eyes still seeking out the dainty,
Lydialike treasures in the enchanted
room.
Frederic! Get up! It's nine
o'clock. Or will you have your break
fast in he'd, sir?" 1t was Lydia who
spoke, assuming fine Irish brogue in
imitation of their little maid of all
work.
"I'll have to, unless my clothes have
come over?"
"They are here. Now, do hurry"
He sprang out of bed and bounded
across the room. She passed the gar
ments through the partly opened
door.
He was artistic, temperamental.
Such as he have not the capacity for
haste when there is the slightest OPP
portunity to dream and dawdle. He
was full quarter Of an hour taking
his tub and another was consumed in
getting into his clothes. He sailed
forth in great haste at nine-thirty five
and was extremely proud of himself,
although unshaved.
His first act, after warmly greeting
Mrs. Desmond, was to sit down at the
piano. Hurriedly he played a few
jerky, broken snatches Of the haunt
ing air he had heard the night before.
Owe been wondering If | could re-
member it." he apologized as he fol-
lowed them into the dining-room.
whats the matter, Lydia? Didn't
you sleep we'll? Poor old girl, | was a
beast to deprive you of your bed"
81 have a mean headache, that's
oil, nCilu tuC gill QuiShiy' IlO uULiCGu
the dark circles under her eyes, and
the queer expression, as of trouble, in
their depths. at will go as soon as
I've had my coffee"
Night with it's wonderful sensations
was behind them. Day revealed the
shadow that had fallen. They uncon.
sciously shrank from 1t and drew back
into the shelter of their own misgiv.
wings. The joyous abandon of the
night before was dead. Over its grave
stood the specter of unrest leering.
When he took her in his arms later
on, and kissed her, there was not the
shadow Of a doubt in the mind OF
either that the restraining influence
Of a condition over which they had nc
control was there to mock their en-
deavor to be natural. They kissed as
through veil. They were awake once
more, and they were wary, uncon
WINGED. The answer to their questions
came in the kiss itself, and constraint
fell upon them.
Drawn by an impulse that had been
struggling within him for some time
Frederic found himself standing Al
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-10-22
Played a Few Jerky, Broken Snatches
of the Haunting Air.

in her voice. 81 am not going to work
today. my head, you know. Mother
telephoned to Mr.. Brood this morning
before you were up. Stay here with
me. Don't go home, Freddy. +"
"Oh, I've got to have it out with
father sometime" he said, bitterly.
ut may as well be now as later on.
We've got to come to an understand
ing"
Her heart was cold. She WAS afraid
of what would come out Of that "un-
derstanding." All night long she had
lain with wide-staring eyes, thinking
of the horrid thing James Brood had
said to her. Far in the night she
aroused her mother from a sound
sleep to put the question that had
been torturing her for hours. Mrs.
Desmond confessed that her husband
had told her that Brood had never con"
sidered Frederic to be his son, and
then the two lay side by side for the
remainder Of the night without utter
| ing word and yet keenly awake.
They were thinking of the hour when
Brood would serve notice on the in.
truder!
Lydia now realized that the hour
, was near. Have it out with father"
J he had said in his ignorance. He was
preparing to rush headlong to his
doom. To prevent that catastrophe
was the single, all-absorbing thought
in Lydia's mind. Her only hope lay in
keeping the men apart until she could
extract from Brood promise to be
merciful, and this she intended to
accomplish if she had to go down On
her knees and grovei before the man.
ooh, Freddy" she cried, earnestly,
"why take the chance of making bad
matter worse?" Even as she uttered
the words she realized how stupid
how Intellectual they we're.
st can't be much worse" he said,
gIoomily. 81 am inclined to think he'd
relish straight-out, fair and square
talk, anyhow. Moreover, / mean to
take Yvonne to task for the thing she
sailor implied last night. About
you, | mean. She"
TO BE coNTINUEDJ
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Good Lord, that was close" cried
Frederic. There was no sign of a
storm when we came in-just a steady,
gentle spring rain"
Il am frightened" shuddered
Yvonne, wide-eyed with fear. do you
think"
There came another deafening crash
The glare filed the room with a bril-
liant, greenish hue. Ranjab was
standing at the window, holding the
curtains apart while he peered upward
across the space that separated them
from the apartment building beyond
the court.
Take me home, Frederick" cried
Lydia, frantically. She ran toward
the door
Il will come" he exclaimed, as they
raced down the stairs. Don't be
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Now get out of those coats, and-oh,
dear, how wet you are! A hot drink
for both of you"
Would you mind asking Jones to
send over something for me to wear
in the morntng?" said Frederic, grin
ming as he stood forth in his evening
clothes.
Ten minutes later, as he sat with
them before an open fire and slipped
the toddy Mrs. Desmond had brewed.
he cried: u say, this is great"
Lydia was suddenly shy and embar-
raised.
Good night" she whispered. Her
fingers brushed his cheek lightly. He
drew her down to him and kissed her
passionately.
Goodnight, my Lyddy!" he said,
softly, his cheek flushing.
She went quickly from the room.
Later he stood in her sweet, dainty
little bedroom and looked about him
with a feeling of mingled awe and
wonder. All Of her intimate, exquisite
I belongings the sanctfed treasures of
her most secret domain were about
him. He wandered. He fingered the
articles on her dressing table; smelled
| OF the perfume bottles and smiled as
he recognized the sweet odors as be-
ing part Of her, and not a thing unto
| themselves; grinned deIightedly at his
own photograph in its silver frame
that stood where she could see it the
last thing at night and the first thing
in the morning; Caressed-ay, caressed
the little hand mirror that had re-
f1ected her gay or troubled face so
many times since the dear Christmas
day when he had given it to her with
his love. He stood beside her bed
where she had stood, and the soft rug
seemed to respond to the delightful
tingling that ran through his bare
feet. Her room! Her bed! Her do,
main!
Suddenly he dropped to his knees
and buried his hot face in the COOL
white sheets, and kissed them over and
over again. Here was sanctuary! His
eyes were wet with tears when he
arose to his feet, and his arms went
out to the closed door.
my Lyddy!" he whispered chok
ingly.
Back there in the rose-hued light OF
James Brood's study, Yvonne cringed
and shook In the strong arms of her
husband all through that savage
storm. She was no longer the def
ant, self-possessed creature he had
come to know SO well, but a shrinking
trembling child, stripped of all hel
bravado, all her arrogance, all hel
seeming guile. A pathetic whimpeI
crooned from her lips in response tc
his gentle words Of reinsurance. She
was afraid-desperately afraid-and
she crept close to him in her fear.
And he? He was looking backward
to another who had nestled close tt
him and whimpered as she was doing
now-another who had lived in terror
when 1t stormed.
The Keota news., 1915-06-04
IGo VALLEY

Igo Grange il gradually growing.
Three new members were enrolled and
two applications acted upon last Friday
evening. The literary hour was spent
with splendid readings. recitations and
music. After the work Of the evening
q nice lunch Of ice cream and cake was
served. Everyone present reported
fine time, and were Of the same opinion
that the Grange has already been .
great advantage socially. An Joined in
the toast: MAY Igo Grange continue
to grow and prosper"
Rev. Jones and wife spent Saturday
night at the Fred Ashdown home, but
on account of the rain no church was
held Sunday morning.
Friends Of the w. B. Sears family
from eastern Colorado spent Friday
night with them.
Mrs. A. Wharton slipped and fell last
week, wrsnching her right shoulder.
It 10 hoped she will soon be able to use
her arm again.
A valuable mare belonging to Lester
Snyder was bitten by rattlesnake last
week and was saved only by careful
ministering.
Mrs. Lester Snyder spent Saturday
at Roby's.
Are not all the beautiful wild flowers
enough to convince everyone that ''God
IL In His Heaven, all's veil on earth?
Bessie Lewis, Lee Roby, and Frank
Fey visited At Roby's Sunday.
Nrs. Folck and Mrs. Roby spent Sum
day afternoon 1T Fsrry's.
Do you take The Keota News?
The Keota news., 1915-06-04
NOTICE
NOTICE
OF . Special School Election to Vote ON
the Question of Contracting . Bond
ed Debt, District Nc. So

NOTICE 10 4herehy given that special slec.
tion Of such qualified electors Of School Die.
triot No. e. IN tho County Of Weld. and State
Of Colorado, - shall have paid school tax
therein 10 the year next preceding SUCH ssc.
tioo. 10, pursuant 70 law and the action of tho
Board Of Directors, hereby called for and the
same will be held on SATURDAY, THE 18th
DAY OF JUNE, 1915, AT THE KEOTA
SCHOOL HOUSE. in said district. beginning
at the hour Of ONE O'CLOCK In the afternoon
Of said day for tho purpose Of voting upon tho
bonding questions hereinafter stated.
And notice Is horeby given. in accordance
with law and tho requisite action Of tho Board
Of Directors, that there VIII bo and there is
hereby submitted to such qualified electors Of
this school district as shall have paid school
tax therein In the year next preceding such
election. the following Questionss
FIRST: Tho question Of contractin a bond.
cd Indebtedness In the sum Of =, 90 for tho
purpose Of purchasing ground, erecting and
furnishing q school building.
SECOND: The question Of moving the
school building now located In the town Of
Kecta to Section 10, Township North. Range
81 West, Of tho Sixth Principal Meridian.
The ballot boz will be opened at the hour OF
ONE O'CLOCK in the afternoon Of said day
aud at said place and will b kept open until
and be closed At tho hour Of FOUR O'CLOCK
P. n. Ballots to bs used In voting upon tho
questions above submitted will b prepared
and furnished By the Secretary Of the District
to the ;udse4 Of the election 70 b By then
furnished - tho voters. No ballot for or
against said questions shall be received by the
Judges Of election unless the person Offering
same shall b qualified elsctor Of the district
and shall have paid school tax therein In the
year next preceding said election.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF. the Board Of Di.
rectors of School District No. a. In the County
Of Weld and state Of Colorado, have caused
this notice to be given % required by law this
drst day Of June. A. D. 1915.
". Z. BOWLED,
Secretary School District No. q.
Juno L II, 10, =.
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Ksota News subscribers who fail to
Frecsive even one copy Of the paper,
please call, or send word to the News
Office, in order that your name may bs
placed on the mailing list for the fol-
lowing week. In typswriting the ad-
dresses from our subscription cards, oc-
casionally name il overlooked. Such
oversight will always gladly be made
right.
Mr.. and Mrs. Max Waxham spent
Tuesday In Sterling. Mrs. Waxham
was on her way to Fleming, Colo, for
visit with her mother.
Carl and Joe Young went to Sterling
last Saturday for = short visit with
home folks, and rest from their strsn-
uous ranch work.
Mr.. and Mrs. Ed Stacey and family
Of near Sligo spent Tuesday with the
w. G. and E. B. Short families in
Keota.
II your little item doesn't appear In
The Ksota News it il because you have
neglected the News Box in the post
Office.
Hair witches made Of your eombings
at . very reasonable price. May L.
Affolter, 2699 Fifth St., Boulder, Colo.
Miss Rosa Wolfe and her sister, Mrs.
Cliff Hall, Of Lovsland are visiting with
friend7 around Ksota.
Laundry Agency: Basket shipped to
Sterling each Monday. Mrs. w. 8.
Tyler. Ksota depot. 2tf
We have the best Hail Insurance.
See Schoonover and Son about It before
it il too late. etf
A. D. Hits Of Lafayette spent satur-
day and Sunday with the-D. w. Sohoon-
over family.
Miss Bsrnics Keasling Il here from
Cheyenne visiting with home folks un-
til Monday.
Esther steigsr u visiting with Mrs.
George Schoonovsr At Olgallala Ranch.
DR.. N. D. Wells left Keota Tuesday
for business trip to Omaha.
Do you trade with News advertisers?
When you look your best, So Fortns1.
The Keota news., 1915-06-04

Church Announcements
Church services for Sunday, June 6:
Children's Day exercises, 10 =. m.
Preaching; subject, Children's Day,
II .. m.
Epworth League; subject, The Prom
ises Of Guidance; leader, Mr.. Currie;
7:30 p. m.
Preaching; subject. The Christian
Warfare, 8 p. m.
You are invited TO attend.
J. R. JONES, Pastor.