The Glenwood post., 1923-01-25
Sandy Lees Yellow
Streak
By MARTHA nj. WILLIAMS
4,....s.s.ssr.
20 by Mcclure Newspaper syndicatel


do you feel in your bones that it's
going to rain?" Anne asked dispas-
siOnately.
"Why ask me that?' from young
Bernard in surprise.
"Oh Because I've noticed colts and
calves and chickens and pigs act UP
as you've been doing this last hour
Anne flung back.
The youngster-he was little more
than a boy-got very red, saying,
Really, l hadn't noticed it myself"
Lucky for you," from Anne imper-
turbably. you're the sole placid
spot"
Il don't in the least understand"
Bernard broke in.
Anne chuckled. "Of course you
don't. You're the same as cyclone
I'm sure one of them never realizes
what it has been doing when 1t blows
itself out and decides to be good"
"But-what have l done?" Bernard
demanded aggrievedly.
Anne began to check off, her finger
waving up and down: LET me see
First, you must dance to your own
fddlihg and break my G string"
"You shall have another" from Ber-
nard.
She nodded. 'Of course-but
might need 1t before It comes-unless
you start for 1t straiglltway."
$50 the game is-to get rid of me
some way, any way" Bernard flung at
her hOtly.
She went on as though he had not
spoken: "Then-you teased Fluff into
scratching-not you righteously, but
me, the innocent bystander, upset the
inlSstand upon my brand-new table
cover-and said bad words-many bad
words, simply because the curate
came to call"
"I'll say more, many more-if ever
again you try to cram that beast
down my throat-telling him sang
30 well he must ask me to join the
cholr!" from Bernard, now at white
heat.
Bernard snatched Anne upright by
the shoulders, looked deep into the
dancing eyes and hissed: "You had
better stop. l tell you I won't have
this! l can stand rival-provided
only he's man. But not something
made of putty and peppermint candy
with sauce of psalm-singing. You
leave him out of our affairs-unless
you want me to murder him."
"What's this? What's all this :?
Practice for grand opera?" Major
Bornes, Anne's uncle. called from the
door, where he stood in riding clothes
Anne nodded assent, but said shak
ing her head: 81 don't quite place the
things-whether it's the mad scene
from Lucia or Madame Butterfly or
Salome'-Constant. you know. has
them all at his finger tips"
"Oh. l see" the major began, srnil-
ing wickedly. A long keen blast of a
stentorian whistle made him start and
turn pale, as it was instantly repeat
ed, thus signaling deadly danger at
the mine he had left In full swing half
an hour before.
Anne understood-so did Bernard.
Both rushed with the major to the
west porch whence they had a vista
of the colliery two miles away.
Through the glass they saw hurrying
figures-then over the phone came II
call: "Cave-in at No. drift-men
behind it-don't know yet how many"
But by the time> the watchers
reached the plymouth a check-up had
told the tale. Nine good fellows.
stout and hearty, family men most of
them, were behind the deadly barrier.
1t could be dug and blasted through.
but not in time to save them-the fall
had broken connections of the air fan
that rendered the workings in that
gallery safe. The major, his face set
as for battle, was issuing orders on
the long-distance telephone, calling
help from every city within range, or
dering 1t regardless Of expense.
Look how n man faces things ="
Bernard .admonished Anne-she was
white and stony with anguish-al
these mine folk were close to her
heart. 1t was through them the cur
ate had won his place in her regard
he was so naively of them, heart and
soul, entering into their joys. their
sorrows. hopes, aspirations and bewil-
derments. To some among them he
was a fool for his pains; to others n
playmate; to still others. harmless
Merry Andrew, but to the most part
comrade, heaven-sent, to show them
the better ways rather than tell of
them.
Him, too, the whistle had called i'm.
peratively-but he had been hindered.
apparently-the major was almost
through his relief-ordering before he
appeared on the scene.
"What is needed worstr' he asked,
his voice shaking.
"Air-which means life," the major
answered through set teeth he dared
not unclinch.
'Curate Lee dropped his eyes. medi-
tatively for moment, then darted