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cause know that there Is no desert. no
Wlderness, so far from the things Won
would forget that dreams cannot follow
you to it."
ne stopped and silence fell upon them
asalh' Sieper stared straight In front of
hin out into the night. His face worked
as though he were STRUGGLING 10 kcon bis
lips closed. When he began to speoi,
again, the words were scarcely audible
don't know why I want to tell YOU two
ABOUT why l am here unless II is that as
we sat mere so quiet felt that you knew
u al-that you knew all that I know and
that was on the point of knowing all
tnat you have known. The little lies OF
Ire suddenly became big and hateful and
j saw in my life a monster lie that the
silence was exposing.
There are lots of men with the begin
ming of my story. It's common and takes
little telling. I was born In Pennsylvania
we were mighty poor farmers but I got
all the schooling there was within walk
ing distance Of home My old man saw
TO that When I was still boy our lit
tie bank took me in. II wasn't doing
much business then, but couple of years
later the region struck oil and the banks
business scared by leaps and bounds 1t
turned Into as good a spouter MS any of
the wells. The family that ran It became
rich and went to higher Jobs or out al.
together. The staff was showed up, and
about the time | was of age I was ham
ding more money than I'd ever known
was IN the world. The amount | stole
was an even thirty thousand, and | got
away with It. II was easier to do 30 years
ago than It Is today. | got away with II
and then 1t got away with me 1t lasted
me a year and four months. and 7 saw
the end of it up the coast at Pernambuco.
1T date my birth from the day | spent
the last dollar and woke up. | worked.
Nothing was too small or too big for me
to handle. ! got something to risk and
then | risked. II. risked It again and
again After 10 years 1 could draw my
check for thirty thousand. plus interest,
and | did.
81 sent the check to the little bank
back home. I waited two months for the
answer and then 1t came; my check torn
across and a short letter saying that the
loss had already been met by n bankers
surety association. l wrote the assocla-
tion dozen letters and some of them
took some writing. In the last l offered
fourfold the theft. There had been plenty
of Bible In my brlnging-up. They wrote
back that 1t was no use-that ] could
keep on climbing in price but 1t was
their business to Jail me for 10 years the
first chance they got and they'd do 1t the
minute | set foot where they could grab
me.
"That letter frightened me. I began to
realize that what I'd been working for
wasn't money, or honor. or rehabilitation
but Just the right to go back-the right
to go back home.
Nobody had been harder on me than
my old man. For years nobody in the
house was allowed to say my name and
II he saw letter from me he threw 1t in
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from the sullen river rumbling across
the night from It's cruel gorge. The BILL
lowing range, stretching away from Little
Creek till II met the sky, crested with
twisted jumpers and evergreen cedars,
with Its famous grammagrass undulaung
under cool breezes from the snow-capped
mountains seemed TO call TO MS lungs
with soft, breathing noises. And the
mountain-the mountain that winter and
summer had kept its white, dazzling sum
nit before him, leading him back from
the far roundup and the trail 70 the llttle
shack in its shadow. a swelling came
into his throat. lie tried to cough II up
But as long as he thought of the noun
tain, the thickness stuck In his throat,
He took from his pocket treasured cake
of tobacco and with strong teeth tore OF
a generous portion. Then he rose ana
walked off to the corral.
Gerry sat on alone. Thoughts were
troubling him, too. What was he doing
here? Who was this Margarita that had
twined herself into his life? Was II his
life? And her little boy-black-Laired
back-eyed, olIve-tinted-he was his boy.
too. He was Gerry Lansing's son, NO,
not that-not Gerry Lansings Gerry
Lansing belonged to n time that was tar
away, to hill where white houses with
green blinds peered out from the dark
ness of domed naples, from the long
shadows of up-pointing frs and from the
caves of faring elms, the wine-cups OF
heaven.
Gerry felt his spirit flying away TO
wander in cool lanes where birch and sas-
safras and rloting laurel burned incense
under a kindly sun and slender wood
naples bent under the breeze against
sturdy hickory and ash. II led him TO
look back upon the glory OF the mountain
ash in autumn and OF the turning or the
leaves. A sigh came uuiverlng through
all his body and escaped from his
trembling lips. II am alone, ne
breathed to himself.
Never had he been alone beforc-never
like that. For the first time in more
than two years he thought of his mother
of the Judge who hao been father to
him, of all the Hill, OF AliN. and then.
of Alan. Where were Alix and Alan?
Suddenly the vision of MarEarita and her
boy pushed In between him and memory
He sprang to his feet. His manhood rose
within him and battlcd with her and
the child against memory. lie started
off into the wilderness His sandals shot
spurts of sand and dust into the air
behind him at every step. He smelt the
dust.
Above him, the myriad stars shone dry
and far, far up in the heavens. Heaven
was farther from the world tonight than
ever before.
Gerry came back at dawn. The hcrders
we're mounting to round up the stock
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the fire. opened or unopened But some
how II got TO him that had offered to
pay fourfold and that I'd been refused
and that turned him. 1t was the fourfold
that did 1.-THE divine and sacred meas
ure of justice. He started to fight for
me as hard as he'd ever fought against.
And then he died and my old mother
died. Letters stopped My brothers ana
sisters were coming up in the world.
They couldn't afford to own a thief much
less fight for him. So the letters stopped.
II spent money then. l built me a
house in Pernambuco that was n wonder
palace and l started In to forget BUT
when you've been remembering with all
your might, the color OF the paper on the
walls of home, the lay Of the woodpile,
of the sheds and the tumbllng barn and
stables, the holes in the fence. the
friendly limbs of apple trees and the
smell of hay; when you've been coddlins
bare memories of simple things like those
for 10 years, you can't turn around on
your inside self and forget.
There's flag the sight OF which
makes my heart come up into my throat
and tears to my eyes. You think I mean
the Stars and Stripes. but | don't.
mean the Blue Peter that flies at the hal
llards Of big ships and says to everybody
that takes the trouble to look. we ca!l
today over the tops of the houses I've
seen that flag blinking In the heavens
like bit of deep blue sea married to a
white cloud and to me II always sald,
we sail for home today I'd shut my
eyes or close the blinds but what was
the use of that? Night and day | could
hear the below of the great horns-h
blast for Eood-by and another for email
lenee to the sea-as the big boats headed
out for home.
II couldn't stand il. / came up here.
And now last night, l dreamed that |
heard 1t in my slcep-up here. Gentle
men, n man without country is In
bad way, but a man without home,
even If it's a hovel-well-we all know the
old song" He paused to master his
voice Then in whisper that they Just
caught he added, "Home Is the anchor of
a mans soul. ! want to go Home"
I.ieber stopped talking. The revealing
silence had done it's work. 1t had brought
them close-so close that he had spoken
lest they take his soul by assault.
He left them and went to his own room.
They saw he was an old man, beyond the
years he had disclosed.
They did not speak. They were nervous.
Kemp made n cigarette. puffed at it once
or twice and then threw 1t away, to roll
another a moment later. His thoughts
were winEing away to the fork of Big and
Little Creek where n three-roOm shack
stood in the shadow of the White Noun
tains of New Mexico. He had thought 1t
small. miserable, Cramped. But out here
in the wilderness. thousands and thou
sands of miles away, 1t came back to his
vision, glorifed
The purling. gentle waters, frlnged near
the mountains with tall, still pines
banked down the valley with friendly
cottonwoods, seemed another element
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FARMER SMITHS
GOODNIGHT TALKS

been good enough tell me that they have
a da while reading these "talks'
tried little humo IN
readers laugh have them
Interested.
windows
real selves we
folks laugh open our mouse
: wee andle others a of our real selves
make him the front
thing listened to with attention
make Willie Jones do not leave
will stick long tme perhaps forever
Make him. better still, laugh
scodng him deserved what
him perchance really fault your
and best to
smiling unshny often than day
odouds
letters because the
get UNCONSCoUS-we rapidly child who tries to
Be ktnny"
To a funny story, tell it SERIOUSLY FARMER SMITH,
Et3 Chidren's Editor The EVENING LEDGER
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RAINBOW CLUB

and is losing no time in working out
the idea. Kathryn brought many lit
tie seashore girls into the club and
we hope that they will be as fond of
Gus" as she is. Many thanks to the
Frankford Rainbows - Helena AL
berts, Frances Grandback, Florence
Adams, Ruth Colson and Esther
Stehle-our "little Frankford Rain
bows'-for the shiny silver quarter
that rolled out of their last letter.
Thanks also to George Tanguay for
his remembrance and wee note to
tell him that sthe little boy who re-
ceived the overcoat needed it very
badly. He is now happily and warmly
playing in the sunshine as result of
your kindness. Doesn't that make
you happy?
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nov do you know?" interrupted
1s white man, excitedly.
oa, we've heard many times" put
Aawasha, breathlessly.
sor the moment the white man had
eps. forgotten his plan of getting
= 70 the island. The shower of
,'oss had long since stopped, and
saslhg cautiously over his shoulder,
discovered that the chief was no
~sgef watching them.
s~litly he switched the canoe about
s'salthily padded back toward
sand. In few minutes he was
Inplag carefully out upon the sandy
- he pulled the canoe high and
% the grass, lifted Kawasha out
= nAed him comfortably on a mound
-Yes' "Stay there, with your
ne whispered to Wanita,
sl..s nag jumped out of the canoe as
as he had. himself. "Quiek as
-. ~, y, IH steal up and get the map;
~ come back and bind Kawa.
sss ankle
cautiously as a hunted deer.
s- 4aFshall crept up the bank;
- % tree he carefully stole,
within three feet Of the tent.
-qond did he hear He took a
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,erry saddled his horse and went with


CHAPTER XVIII.
nEEP in South America, on the ragged
IL fringe of the outskirts of progress,
Alan Wayne was pushing a long bridge
across a drIed-up watercourse. He was
sick tired and disgusted. over and over
again he had grumbled to McDougal that
1t was job for mason and McDougal
had patiently answered. "Tm the mason.
Mr.. Wayne. DO you lie bye n wee and gle
the fever n chance to get out of the body"
But Alan stuck jealously to his job. Ten
Percent Wayne might retire on his laur-
els but he could never be beaten
Every third day the fever in his bones
seized his body in grip that could not
be denied, shook II till It ratified and
cast 1t down limp. cold and hot teeth
chattcring and then clenched and then
chattering again. But on the days be-
tween Alan made up for the lapse lie
became n devil hanging on the backs of
his men and driving them TO superhumnn
efforts. Terror held them They were
Italians. far from home wilderness
stretched between them and the sea. The
sea itself was none Of theirs; It was an
added barrier. y madman had them in
thrall. Terror drove them. II was race
to finish the bridge before he Killed them.
"f am going to he sick" he had told
them in cold, rapid words. ~ am going
to be sick, but before I'm finished the
bridge is finished. Or"
The giant gang boss, McDougal, stood
by and nodded solemn confirmation.
When Alan was III by day McDougal left
him and drove the men in his stead, but
when the hour for knocking off came
with the sudden eclipse of the sun by tht
horizon he hurried to Alan's tent iished
him out from some corner on the floor,
wrapped him in blankets. dosed him with
quinine. tempted him with poor. weak
broths and nurscd him, unprotestng,
through the night
McDougal had followed Alan into
strange lands and strange places and
seen him in many a deep hole. and
through It all Alan had been the samoa
purring dynamo at work He had been
the same until this damned trip into the
Brazilian Wilderness and here a change
had come over him. There were times
when he talked and what he said was,
mo moro trips for mo, McDougal. I'm
a consulting engineer from this on" Me
Dougal had heard moro than one man
talk like that under fever and he frowncd,
trying to remember one Of them that had
ever come back.
Alan was Injured to river fever He had
fought 1t often, and when he saw the fetid
pools of staEnant water in the dricd-up
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step. In one more minute he would
have the map, and
The white man stood immovably
fixed to the ground!
There stood Great Chief Red
Feather, looking straight at him from
the very door of the tent!
ITO be continued)
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Our Postofice Box

Hurrah! another little out-of-town
boy is collecting trays for the Rain
bows" The member who looks so
seriously at you from out the picture
gallery is Francis x. O'Brien, of
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water course he knew he would have to
fight 1t again Somehow, some night,
mosquito was bound to get at him, and
the fever would begin. He doubled his
preventive dose Of quinine, but he could
not double his spirits for the battle. He
came to the field with n gnawing at those
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tie letter, the Rainbow Club viii be
very much favored with her contri-
buttons. Mildred Greenspan, South
5th street: We are very happy to
know that you are promoted. What
grade are you in now? Kathryn
Jones, New Hampshire avenue, At
lantic City, thinks it a fine plan to
make serapbooks for the "shut-ins"
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sources OF health and calm mind and
sure sleep. sleep did not come as Of old
after the days work Instead, he tossed
and twisted on his narrow cot and finally
would turn on the electric torch to read
two letters over and over again.
CONTINUED TOMORROW.
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w yndm oor, Pa.
We are very glad
to greet "persOn-
ally" the youn g
man who has sent
in so many clever
drawings.
Miriam Branni-
gan, W oodlan n d
terrace, can write
stories and draw
pictures. If they
are as well put to-
0atbar aE her lit
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FARMER SMITH,
EVENING LEDGER:

/ wish to become a member of
your Rainbow Club. Please send
me a beautiful Rainbow Button
free. l agree to DO A LITTLE
KINDNESS EACH AND EVERY
DAY - SPREAD A LITTLE
SUNSHINE ALL ALONG THE
WAY:
Name .............'.. '''''''
Address .....,...........
Age .....''..''''.''
School | attend. .,..........,....
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Do You Know This?

l. Build as many words as you can
from HARMONY. Give credits.)
2. Mention city in Nebraska that
reminds us of February II. Give
credits.)
8. Name two places in Philadelphia
of interest to strangers. Give
credits.)
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Wanita and Kawasha
~ (Continued)
WHAT HAPPENEn REEORE

Two little white children were stolen by
We We Indians when they were very young;
lnelr skin, was dyed brown and they, did
10y know that they were not really Indians.
ne day they set out for marvellous cave
a9elt which they had heard the chiefs
ulk. They discovered II. While they
h,nee exploring the cavern KRwasha. the
nsile boy. fell and spralned his ankle, and
smai rre which they had built at the
Mouln Spread all over the cave. Wanlta,
sss s little GIRL dashed out through the
sanss and called to a white man, John
Aalshaii Tor aid, He succeeded in putting
Host OF the fire out, but when he rushed
,hlo ne cave Kawasha was gone. Finally
Wy al!eoyered him unconscious In a secret
Ten q the cave. The white man carried
ssssIIqiSSsGs'si John Marshall, put the two
i1tl'sh Ky IN his canoe and proceeded 10
- - them 10 his camp which was located
M Island In the middle of the river:
ny way across they spled Great Chiet
Wy FEATHER the terror OF the Mohawks,
s44nqhg on the shore OF the island.
s.ae children hid In the bottom OF the
s9aye ssgye soon ,yolley OF arrows was whlE-
= ~ sIolnd John Marshalls head but by
sIa'hE UP the river piece he managed
y aike the Chief think he was not going
~ the island. In the meantime he tells
~ sahhaTen that he must 20 back TO the
sesess sHa, because on H. in his tent, there is
X n ~ 81 she map OF a cave where a treas
t y hidden, Wanita tells him that II is
's's they have Just been in.
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SYNOPSIS.


,.,.,re has exiled himself in South
4 oeTIy. D When he saw his, wife; Allx'
Ams,rieSr Ams,rs with his old playmate. Alan WAYNE,
r STHs stITrHips because scans tSfX4Tis of X4TiSs intimacy
ss,sfvSsSa & SSan, Gerry decided to take o the rn nTst
wv stt Sst isft New YORK, sri Al5sr on sq pennsua
sIIss. * enSSSniberS n@S,iib Of tmRs m San Fyanciseg
ssscss ana ana decides to live with her ana
81 ssed, d. aunt has e1iled himself. First hts
Esn WAYNE, sent the young man man
ssi way 5ssPu:s ::sdssnly Sf me- gredI2ed The sgna
Wen n her eiopement she Jumpeu ump .pnt,o on o,e
irsS s wsf aTobs puilinRe Re oTs went to Africa as
siSlTsS 4f of Srldses His StleIetnfE snsnS
~ the appelatI9n' Ken len Fe sli traces Of
s yfaip' a where T, she ivss9 iSs T,h taet nsr
sSsrbteRetcmsss Becomes the father ot boy back back In
9 Hill does mot take aaSTHlroSnGnss GTE iG"f and
No he Whole estate, as well as 81 herseIt lnsTovs 20
a he starts vrsStest gsSnt nH'gf Is The system Of
Es.s,nst,iIon dItches, which he hopSs Wyll rGinh
~. iIIls1ssITT, sIT, to recuitivate the naturally TIC"
''sA.r Matthias in whose .rd psE,Sss ahSs ddTry MaT
and andd.,g " REPRESENTATIONS Gerry marries Mar
sarils.. vbo lives some distance in the
Li.ssrS hearing T1IU OF Gerry and his irrigated
.rS ssSr asks Gerry 70, keep his stsTVins oSaT Sst
,,is and horses until 1ne so-poon he Is al.
y.s tsrfsss Is iss 4oSss G.' BY "'EHSon !; Fst
s1n,s;ewHcomer-his son. and MaTEHr1ta wIlEInT Col
,B.,srd Bass HYlas has fallen in love with her but
,ss fsfkesdfasty refuses to allow MIN 10 pro-
S.;s.S E'%Sh o%2SEhIt Tf1aR s%%SS &%s,Ess
issE. rsss. ss.ynInr with dfTFNb ffSbers horses and
ses S5Ss. '
CHAPTER XXv1I-tContinue0.
MA PAROLE estedu temps, lie silence
Al reternite." He smiled TO himself
!, the twisted meaning the long silence
~ bis companions gave to the words.
v rhsn The smile lert his face. He re-
.a.hared the argument The instinct we
~ .hove for superhuman truths tells It's
-, n ia dangerous to be silent with those
- would keep at a distance, for words
s,,s and are forgotten between mon, but
ssr,nce-active silence-is forever lneHace-
me- True life-the moments OF life that
lave a trace-is made up OF silence MOI
s.,sIve silence; that Is puu another name
r. sleep. But the active silence that
s,ssSs down barriers. pierces walls and
arms The life Of every day into life where
y, ia intense, where there is no ban
sn,binR forbidden-where laughter dare
~, enter, where subsection is submerged
"a where all-all. is remembered.
Gerry felt that this active silence had
.or,s ;,pon them. These men were being
sorne into the silent sphere of his own
soul. He felt restless-afraid. He de-
r,Ssd 10 speak. He was on the point of
snsakins when Lieber let down his chair
ssilly, clasped his hands and broke the
aTast night dreamed I heard the blast
A. 4 steamer's horn and when I woke up
M cold sweat was on my forehead. be-
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Taken Up,

At my home 3 miles hort, -.
on e. W. Cosners farm ono g. "
about fourteen hands biob =,
Owner can have Same h. " ''as
and paying cost Of keeping ANY, nr''
Using. Sua ;
ED. HowERy,
: Welsh,L
Mayor W. B. GaOoert wen, /,
Charles on business Thursd,n a' %
Mr.. N. H. PoythreS of ROAM,
Welsh business visitor last ss,'s
Preserve your Mary Pick,0,,
with paSSepartout biDdinn ~
and hangers at the journal d. "
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Dangers Of Draft.

Drafts feel best when we are hot and
perSpiring, just when they are most
dangerous and the result is Neuralgia
Stiff Neck, Sore Muscles or sometimes
an attack of Rheumatism. In such
cases apply Sloan'S Liniment. 1t Stimu
lateS circulation to the sore and plain
full part. The blood flows freely and in
a short time the stiffness and pair
leaves. Those suffering from Neural
gia Headache will find ore or two ap-
pliCatiOnS of SlOan'S Liniment will gi {
grateful relief. The agonizinq pa n
gives way to lingling SenSa ion 4
comfort and warmth ana quls rest ano
sleep is possible. Good for Neurities
too. Price Csc. at your Druggist. No.