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eventually and steals the breath
of life. You remember that day
10 years ago when we laid him
to rest. You heard me that day
pray that might soon go to join
him in that other world. There
has never been a day since that !
have not repeated that prayer
and now / welcome the light OF
each morning and the dark OF
each night for only one reason.
It marks off another day OF that
chain that brings me nearer TO
the end. whenever that is des-
tined to be. Another day has
passed now, thank the good
God" Reverently she made the
sign of the cross.
Dance at Bonfire
For a while the straight young
figure and the bent old one sat
in silence, then the girl spoke,
Aren't you cold, Mother Agra?
Had 1 better see if supper is
ready?"
What matter? What matter
came the muttered answer but she
allowed the girl to lead her to
the cabin
Supper over, in the open space
in the center of the camp, the
young folks built a great bonfire
and around it they made merry
with dancing and singing, and
playing joyously their guitars and
other stringed instruments. The
children were all abed except for
an occasional infant held in the
arms Of it's mother. And men and
women smoked their pipes in
peaceful contentmept.
Only ALA noticed that black
robed figure sat apart from the
crowd, almost lost in the shad-
ows. Apart from the gayety and
OF life. waiting, waiting, counting
the days.
After while the girl stole over
to the side OF Mother Agra and
placed a soft. brown hand over
the thin. inert one in Mother
the hand! Pityingly, the girl
thought. Cold as my heart, she
would say
The wind that in the late after
noon had stirred the leaves was
still low. Strangely still, ALA
thought. And then as it stirred
again here brushed past her. on
she N1iRds n presence that was
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life belongs only to the one she
marrieg.
"Ah, what a happy time was
that! Music and feasting and
dancing such as one never sees
now. For weeks we celebrated
and in all the Won there has
never been anyone happier than
we were.
Perhaps there are no others
like him to gladden. the hearts OF
girls now. Who can judge? But
il there be do not let them tell
you that marriage is the death OF
romance. We just began to live
then.
Together we were, always.
Happy in our work during the
day and together at night under
the stars. And rain and storm
but drove us together in our tent
or wagon. Quarrels we had like
all young people and joyous for
eiveness and peace. Our children,
In time, but added to our deep
affection. but they were ever
children to us and we watched
them grow, mature and marry
like beings apart. We knew they
would in time leave us to marry
as is the custom Of the gypsies
and we would be alone again with
each other. So it happened and
then for years we had each other
again, tranquil. happy years.
1.-THE rest OF the story you
know. However much we love
one we cannot keep away thai
fearson1e figure that comes to all
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this life. Why be always on the
go? Here there is more comfort.
Comfort? Lazy one. Thinking
always of comfort! There is no
comfort in cold weather"
The younger woman's blue eyes
danced merrily. AYE, mother,
: when my heart is as cold as yours
there will be no comfort for me
either"
Mothers Lament
Thus the gypsies accepted philo-
sophically the lament of Mother
Agra, as she was known, believ.
ing that to all of them would
come the. empty days in later
years. What matter? The spring
time OF life was the time for
mirth. The fall must come and
there must always be one leaf
that is last to fall from the tree.
Children of nature, they had
learned at first hand natures i'm
mutable laws and had tried to
pattern their own thereafter.
Marie, the younger woman,
walked away and Mother Agra sat
alone at the bench beside the
well, washing carefully the leave3
she was preparing for dinner. She
was clothed in voluminous dress
of deepest black. her head covered
with a black mantel, her skinny
hands and wrinkIed face alone re-
vealing her advanced age. Mother
Agra was close to so years old.
but still able-bodied and capable
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while, rocking back and forth,
lost in thought
Night was now fast approach
ing and the young people were
returning to the camp, young
people who had all the day been
away working for a living, for
the modern trend Of desiring
money, even at the sacrifice Of
working for it, had taken full
possession Of the younger genera
ton. A new custom Mother Agra
could not understand. Well enough
it was to tell fortunes for a
living, to sell things at fairs,
even to make odd baskets for
sale, but this business Of being
rervants to the idle rich did not
suit the freedom-loving Agra.
Lights were lit in the cabins
and still the black-robed figure
sat alone for while. Then.
softly as the shadows Of night
itself came a light form to her
side, g. slender young girl OF
great beauty. The last rays OF
daylight seemed to seek out the
spot and Nnger there while the
girl spoke in a low voice TO
Mother Agra.
Alone again, Mother Ayra?~
she said, slipping an arm about
the thin waist Of the old woman.
But not alone, are you? You
have your memories Of love and
life. Tell me again about him,
won't your
No need to mention his name.
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Mother Agra knew who the girl
meant, and again, as many times
before, she told the story to her
granddaughter.
You are young. AHA, just II.
But you are older than / was
when / met him. All, there are
no young men thete days who
can compare with him. He was
tall and clean Hmbed and strong,
and In all the camp, or any other
camp / ever heard Of, there was
no beauty like his. So fine fea-
tured he was, and clear eyed,
with curling hair as silkAn an a
girls. Never viii I Nbrget him as
he looked the day we met. There
came the later years when beauty
fades, and suppose there were
others who saw him as an old
man; but who had ever been ct
his side, saw him emily through
the eyes OF love as he looked that
first day.
Proud and Happy
You have heard others aav
that i was beautiful in my youth,
that some Of my beauty lives
again in you. Proud was / that
found favor in his eyes. proud
and happy.
"Eh, we did not lose much time.
My parents were glad to have me
marry such q man, halthough they
know that when q gypsy marries
he or she leaves forever father
and mother, that thereafter her
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of doing such light tasks as wash
ing vegetables.
Her small, black robed form
bent over her task while all the
time she muttered to herself.
Her old eyes saw nothing of the
beauty of the late afternoon, the
sunshine falling through the trees
throwing patterns of light and
shadow on the brown earth, worn
bare by the feet Of children at
play.
The cabins in which the tribe
made their home were thrown in
a circle about an open space
that had been cleared Of all
brush. leaving only a fewItrees
to- cast a grateful shade in sum-
mer. Above was a September
sky, opal colored, across which
golden-tipped' fleecy clouds noated.
From the nearby woodland came
the songs of birds, and from an
adjoining pasture the neigh of
a horse. The air was filled with
the happy shouts OF children.
Yet none of these things Mother
Agra heard, none of them she
saw, she whose eyes looked ever
backward into the happy past.
Presently Marie, in her many
colored skirt with it's hundred
and one pleats--a sacred number,
sewed into the skirt Of every
gypsy--came and took the veg
etables away and Mother Agra
sat idle on the bench for a
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Once he said roughly: II don't
want TO hear this. And I don't
believe YOU"
And once she thought he cried.
You suppose left in a nice,
quiet way. going straight to San
Jose and getting a job? didn't.
/ ran out Of the house one mid
night. like a crazy person. We
quarreled / tainted him. He
lost control OF himself. He raised
his fist and struck me in the
face -
When she said this, he touched
her arm. She looked up to see
his eyes dark and glowering. He
.blinked and said in a harsh
humble that sounded greatly like
crying: you say he struck you?
The damned beast struck your"
so 1 tore the door open and
went flying down the. steps. I
went without hat or coat, and /
hadn't a cent.
But I didn't go alone / went
with this man who loved
me. He took me to a
cottage OF his near Monterey.
He did everything for me.
So in the end. ] was everything
to him. Now you know It alI---''
Why Why, did you tell me this
so that, you would no longer
love me.
''You don't want me to stop
loving you.
II do. At least. q part Of me
does
She took her hat off and now
sat forward, the hair falling over
her face. She thought
I can't look at him: TIL never
look into his glorious eyes again.
81 want you to turn
from me because / can only hurt
you"
Its a year since you've seen
him.
"A year-a1most that long
since I've heard from him."
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Daugherty.
Then one day, q booklet was left
at her front door. Idly she turned
the pages. Soon she was reading
with quickened interest. The little
booklet was filled with letters from
women In conditions similar to hers
who had found better health by tax.
ing Lydia e. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound.
81 began taking the Vegetable.
Compound" Mrs. Daugherty writes
''and after took the third bottle, |
found relief. am on my eleventh
bottle and don't have that trouble
any more, and feel like a different
woman. | recommend the Vege-
table Compound to everyone ] see
who has trouble like mine. am
willing to answer any letters from
women asking about the Vegetable
Compound. Mas. ED. DAuGHERTY,
1905 Orchard AYE. Muscatine. Iowa
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She had kUed the free, nat
araI life ,of the gypsies;; had
knosrn the conservation of true
marriage. And then the one
she LoVed had died This is the
story of their leVe-etnGffected
By death.
CyoFT winds of late summer
~ sighed through the camp of
the gypsies blowing about in cir
-cles the leaves that had begun
to drop from the trees.
Alley" sighed the old woman
who was busily washing vegeta-
bles, Autumn is upon US and soon
comes the cold winter. Cold as
my heart, these winters. No
more do my people flee from
them as we used to. Now, they
but fortify their cabins against
the cold as best they can and
stay. Now they are grown lazy
and the young ones do not wish
TO leave their well-payingr jobs.
Not so when / was young,
Then we were the real gypsies,
hating to stay in one place, low
Ing the open road"
what no, mother, complaining
again?" asked a younger woman
who had joined her. even in the
camp these days we hear the,
same ~lament-times are not what
they used to be. It is because
you are unhappy. mother. We
who are happy find no fault with
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feet and it's on the ceiling
said Bunny. I'm bet my left
hind leg it's on the ceiling"
Bobby flashed on the light and
we all looked up at the ceiling.
At first we could see nothing,
and then in moment we. saw
something moving over in the
corner, and 1t did have four legs
and q long tail.
It's lizard" I declared, and
just then our native servant came
into the room, and when he saw
what we were looking at he
acted very much afraid, and then
he, too, said: "Geck-geck.geck-o."
l turned to Bunny, and he was
just shaking with laughter at the
fright Of our servant. Then he
spoke.
DO you~knOuss" he said. ''soma
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people get such queer ideas about
animals and reptiles. Now, that
fellow up there wouldn't hurt
anything but fly or any other
small insect. AS for hurting a
man, he'd run as fast as his four
legs could carry him before he'd
make any attempt to hurt him"
Then why was he 80. afTaid?"
asked Bobby.
Because" answered Bunny,
''these natives down here believe
that these lizarSs can squirt out
a poison from the pads of their
toes that stings like nettle.
other foolish ones believe that
their teeth are so sharp that they
can bite right through a sheet of
steel. BUT you may believe me
when ! tell You that's all non.
sense"
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But how under the sun can
that fellow walk on the ceiling?"
asked Bobby in amazement, his
big blue eyes almost popping out
Of his head as the lizard scurried
across the ceiling as easily as II
it had been the floor.
Because declared Bunny,
"their toes are. swollen out into
regular sucker-like pads with
which they hold on to the CELL
ing"
HIM said Bobby, "that would
be great. What is it's name,
Bunny?"
Just then the lizard cried
"Geck-o."
He just told you, said Bunny.
He's gaclOo.''
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e6TURN out that light, Bobby"
said l. 1T may be cooler
with it turned off and it won't
attract as many bugs and mos.
quitoes,"
Bobby turned off the light, sat
down, reached for the palm leaf
fan and began tanning himself,
as he sighed:
''It certainly Is hot down here
in Central America, and Ill bet
there's good skating up North"
Then all of a. sudden. very
near us, came as clear as day,
geek geek geek o." We all start
ed at once and wondered what
under the sun this was that was
uttering this curious cry.
There must be bird in here.
said Bobby.
WHATEVER II liz. 1t has four
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didn't. I've made mess Of my
life. I'm not weeping about it.
I'm not asking anyone to over
look things I've done. Not even
you, Douglas. What I am. am.
I can't escape. that. Don't think
I'm confessing to yon. Or apollo
giving. I'm not asking for a par
don. And I'm expecting you to
understand.
I'm telling you this to cure
you of your feeling for me. I'm
not only hopeless, but undesirable.
I'm sorry that we part so wretch
eddy. I'm sorry to have spoiled
your faith suppose I should
have told you sooner. But l
cared for you from the first hour.
So it was even then too late"
She raised her eyes, expecting
to find his stony and cold. Steeled
for this. But they were flushed.
And she saw that he hadn't lis
toned to these last sentences Of
hers; that his thought dwelt on
her as she sat before him, pale
and seraph-lile, the mist in her
bright hair. a
She saw this because of the
husky way he repeated: Things
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The moons reflection Ike q tiny
silver pool swaysd there. Why
did I tell him this? Only evad-
ing. knew he wouldn't care.
Didn't know this? I'll go away
that's what III have to do.
should have done that first. OH
what do we care! Tomorrow may
never come 80
And suddenly she thought Of
Judith--how would she meet Ju-
ditl1--what would Judith say?
Take me home, Douglas.
He put his arms about her. He
said: I'm sorry about all that
I'll be glad If you said you
were only f0Oling only trying me
out. But / know it's true. I'm
sorry on your account. Sandy
you didn't think I'd let it come
between us? think love you
more Yes--I love you
more Don't close your
eyes. / want to look In them
Put your hands on my
face. / like that"
Wanted to Shout
She crept along close to the
wall. making no sound
Yet the moment she was in their
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singing and blazing In you be
cause Of me, Sandy2 You lie
awake wishing TO die--FOR ME?
You love me SOL
Don't, Douglas kiss me
now =
Wont II!
Dim PIlantOms
'NO-you don't know what
you're doing. Listen
II don't want to know. You
cant cure me. I won't be cured
II you sit here wishing to be
kissed, then kiss me L.
too, long"
All that she said were but
words-dim phantoms. Here, be
fore him, was the sweet. ap-
pealing beauty that he wanted
and loved. Here were her hands,
soft and flexible az . caild's.
Here were her deep, Swallowed
eyes.
They filled now and she pushed
from him: Don't you under
stand?"
THAT you ran out in the
night without hat or coat? That
someone raised fist and struck
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your" He took her hands and
held them against him. Any
thing you did, you had right
to do"
She closed her eyes. holding
back the song that came shout
ing from her heart.
She said family: You pity
me. Tomorrow you will see II
otherwise
Move thought of this.
want you. love you. III
wait for YOU
1T may be years. may
never be free. / can only
wreck your life. Anyone can
see 1t. Douglas can
see 1t but YOU"
Thought Of Judith
"Let them see it, then" He
now stopped and laughed, the
sparkle in his eyes: Say all that
again, Sandy--the way you love
nle-you want me-"
''You don't care about that? /
can't believe it"
Don't think OF 1t.
She turned and looked at the
glimmering surface Of the lake.
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months she had
been in UGH
poor health that
she could not
stoop to put on
her own shoes.
Unable to do her
work, unable TO
go out Of doors or
enjoy q friendly
chat with
neighbors, life
S e g m ed dark
indeed, to Mrs.
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like a soft caress. Sensing
change in Mother Agra the girl
spoke to her. There was no
answer. Clasping her hand she
felt the wrist where pulse
should beat. 1t was still. JOY
ously the leaves danced in the
window. And ALA spoke soft
~ to herself
He came for her. The last
link was reached. The last Leaf
was blown away by that breeze.
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economically, and keep d horse
and buggy!
They can actually afford TO be
stingy and tight!
Their main trouble Is outwitting
the Rich and Richer who pursue
them. TO get in with the RICH
EST Iii the big goal OF the Rich
and Richer. If the Richest will
only lend their NAME and AP.
PROyAI4 to anything the Rich
and Richer will dig long and deep
to contribute.
With the Rich money talks.
with the Richer money whispers.
but with the Richest silence ii
golden!
Watch the score!l
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times even manage to make Rich
est grade.
Competition is keen! The play
each makes is as spectacular as
some OF Red Oranges only they
clutch doughbaE instead Of a
footba1l--though In some cases
ii turns out to be more filled
with air than currency.
The Rich have the rough spot
in this interesting game, for It is
up to them to spend great deal
of their dough to convince people
they have it.
Everything they buy from
lemons to limousines must be the
best. and the minute anything
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] that mere money may purchase
and spend greater amounts for
rare old things.
The game between the Rich
ana the Richer Is for one to scorn
what the other likes! The Rich
wouldn't trade their modern over
stuffed furniture for all the moth
eaten second hand junk that
the Richer call antiquesi
It's the Richest have the win.
ing punch!
They can afford to wear what
they want, do as they please and
70 where they like
They can afford TO live simply,
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more modern appears they must
own the latest model! II they
don't wear their square diamonds
and sable coats people might
think they didn't have them. The
house is re-done every year and
everything they use and wear
must bear the costliest labels:
They are busy doing what Ii 'sbe-
Ing done.'
The Richer may relax some
what upon their reputation, but
1t costs them great deal more
money and time to establish that
reputation! So they are not much
better of than the Richl Their
game ID TO disdain the modern
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By EIenore Meherin,
Author of "Chiclie. !" "Ann,"
Ann and PhiI'' and
s'NOra Lee"

He thought her 50 love $50
wrongea. yet so lovely. He would
make up to her for all that sui,
fering.
She had horne it so bravely,
with a.high. laughing heart. Even
Jude wasn't any stronger.
Gallant Kid
This was his thought of her.
Sandy knew this She was
the Quickest thing running away
IN the night alone, getting
job-gallant kid, ali right
But If he learned that she
wasn't brave like that-hadn't
zone alone
She looked away from those
eyes She said family: This
is our last night. Douglas. Were
not to see each other again.
How SOP
"Oh"-a nippant gesture: Flir
tations and-'tis the way OF all
fIesh.''
You've not been flirting with
me. Sandy?
Yes. that's the kind of q per
He took her hands down
and held them: You think
fall for that? Why are your
Iips so white? Why have you
such a queer look in your eyes?
Then she told him-with quick.
faltering breath she swept away
his fine Illusion OF her, made
him see the weakling that she
was. And all She had been to
4
CHAPTER SO
She told 1t abruptly and com
pletely. in cold, monotonous tones.
She went back and repeated. spar
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BY FAY KING

BY FAY KING
To me one OF the most interest
4 ing eternal ''try-angles'' Of
life is--Rich. Richer. and Richest!
It is a game played with money
by people who are watched by
the great gallery OF us who do
not enter into the game for lack
OF chips
To me 1t has been as interest
ing az baseball, football, prize
fighting or the sIx.day bicycle
race!
The field is made up Of the
Rich, who occasionally sprint
. into the Richer class. and some
DO you care for him as you
care for me?"
mo"
In the beginning you thought
you did?"
She was silent. He repeated,
GREATNESS: You did? You
thought you cared for him In the
beginning3"
NOT dS care LOT you
not at all as care for you.
This is different-differen and
utterly new. Like nothing in the
world ever felt before. There
were never things singing and
blazing in me because of any
one else's look. never lay awake
in the night thinking how sweet
it would be to die that you might
know how much care. And /
never sat with another longing
and longing for him to kiss me.
Because you're the only
one-the only one I've ever
loved. !"
He stopped and tried to see
her face.
But she went on evenly: II
should have waited for you.
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sandy soon win b. seen ~
LOew's Palace. The Tex Flu
Cooperation already his staFtsd
production.
Madge BelIalay, sliOrn Of her
Injurious tresses. his been
selected Tor the parS of the
red.headed, bob-haire6. flaming
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sandy" win make her screen
debut while the story u run
ming III The Washington Times.