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Even in the Far Northland—By Susan E. Clagett
hi ourselves that first teaches endurance i then brings peace." rhe finality of his words, the sebuff con ned in them, left her shaken and she won •ed if the mountains that had given him Thi’re on the wind-swept platform, with fivihery flakes of snow falling about them, and before an audience of blan ket-wrapped Indians and half breeds, the Sky Pilot spoke the solemn teorils that made them one. peace could still the agony of remorse that was hers tor the pan she had played In his life. He turned from her. putting his arm about his sister and drawing her close. "I am really glad to see you, Jack, and you and Mrs. Brainard wMl be quite comfortable for the short time you are here” "Why short, Mac? We came for a long visit.’' "You do not know this country. Four Inches of snow fell at Lake Louise a week ago. A warning of what is to come. When you have rested I will take you out to Nordegg.” “No further?" Helen asked, & catch in her throat. "No. Here I am content. Nature has been a truer friend than the humans that I trusted” He nodded toward the distant peaks. "They were my salvation” But even as he spoke he questioned within himself If his hard-earned peace was merely a pretense that would desert Mm tf further tried. Already the old allure ^ough Wildest Arizona a r drier > gents, or a gent and a lady. With one eption—a seat overflowing with one Mexican 1 several pieces of hand baggage belonging his horse, which had probably cantered on ad of the train to keep an early engagement, "he conductor, who might have given Chaun Depew’s grandfather his first job as helper ;he round house, looked at me and the Mex 1 and the baggage, and then whispered lething to the 70-year-old brakeman. TTiis walked right up to the Mexican and told i in so many words (I didn’t count them) t the horse's trousseau would have to be up in the rack to make room for me. The (ican complied with all the graciousness of ter Bresnahan obeying a command to get the coaching line. sat down and had no sooner overcome my r that my unwilling pal was going to stab with a jumping bean or a chile con carne n the three flappers in the seat behind orked a phonograph and began to play that ■emely appropriate record, “You’re Driving Crasy." nyway, I had given up my idea of reading instant I saw that my seat mate was a dean; even with my meager knowledge of iieval history, I am aware of the long odds inst John J.’s election as Governor of ora. So when the venerable conductor le along, observed the papers lying in my and asked whether he might have them, I e them to him gladly, and never shall I w what Gen. Pershing said to M. Clemen l unless Gen. Pershing gives me an auto ?hed copy of the memoirs in book form, eh at present appears quite unlikely. , became evident from the conversation In seat behind that the gals intended to get at Casa Grande. As We drew near that ty village they started to pack up the phon ograph and the records. Without feeling the least bit flirtatious. I turned and inquired, "Would you mind telling me the name of that piece you've played so much?” "Oh,” replied one of them, "I guess you mean ‘You're Driv ing Me Crazy.’" I said, “I guess I do. Could you play It once more?” She said she certainly could, and she did, and we came to Casa Grande, and the three gals got off. The train was due in Phoenix at noon, but arrived late because the engineer, though a veteran, ran past several stations and bad to back up to them. It is difficult for even a vet eran engineer to tell a tree that's a station from a tree that's a tree. On the way out to the foot of Camel Back, where India has a cute bungalow that houses two cute kids add innumerable cute rabbits, she disobeyed every motor traffic law in Ari zona and received the usual penalty accorded drivers of the society editor sex—a bright smile from the cop. She asked the young visitor whether he would prefer Scotch or bourbon. He said, “It must be hard to get real Scotch out here. I hate to rob you of It.” Always the gentleman. The train back to Tucson left at 6. It didn't make any progress cm its first two starts and I was afraid H would have to punt. But on its third attempt, it found an opening and broke through. The gentleman in the seat ahead used tobacco, though he did not smoke. Ke kept his window open, and there was quite a breeze and he lacked control. My car was full of young parents and much younger children. The parents were evidently trying to get their children used to night life on the - R. R. The children didn’t like it and cried a lot. I wish children wouldn’t cry. And I wish men that use tobacco would smoke. (Copyright. 1(32.) vm making itself felt, an impelling Insistence in her presence that made him wonder if he waa of that tribe of men who never forget the women who have held them in the hollow of their hands and then destroyed them. THAT the wheel of destiny turned without mercy he well knew but that it would again turn and engulf him in emotion he could not believe. His lo\e for her was dead. No turn of the wheel could resurrect it. As the days passed there was an increasing irritation in the conditions confronting him. His mind was in tumult. A short time before it was one of supreme content with his home and its surrounding'. Now, there was unrest, dissatisfaction. A disturbing element had entered his life. He resented it. Fought against what he believed was dead until Helen's nearness set his pulses racing. Was It possible that out of the ashes of the past there was still a long.ng for the companionship of the woman who had once stirred the depths within him? Had he deceived himself Into a feeling of security; into a belief that love was dead; that there ccu’.d be a resurgence of his day of dreams? And if he loved her, which he could not believe possible, would it be strong enough to make him forget those first desperate years; strong enough to revive his faith in her? Tlte situation was intolerable. It must end at cnee. As he reached this decision Helen came to him where he sat in the shadow of a great fire. He looked up but did not speak, too conscious of her nearness to speak casually. She was always an attractive woman and the years had given her an added something. Charm, she had always possessed. Was it soul? he wondered as he glimpsed her face turned toward the mountains clothed in all the glcry of the departing sun. He had seen a mo mentary quivering of her lips. Had she, also, suffered? The silence was unbearable. He moved rest lessly. When she spoke the words were almost whispered. "Malcolm, cannot you forgive?” He jerked himself upright. “The man you knew. Helen, is dead: his love, his ambitions buried from sight. Let the past be. There can be no talk of forgiveness, for you cost me my manhood. That is not forgivable else I would be fighting the knocks of the world instead of hiding like a criminal away from my kind. I loved you. You rejected my love. You had the right to do so. But no man. no woman, has the right to destroy that which is im planted in him by his Creator. His self respect With that left there is fight in him. Without it he is as nothing. That is what you did to me. Killed the thing that would have enabled me to lift my head among men.” He turned away, furious at his inability to meet the situation calmly and without rancor. "Shall we go back?" "Not yet. There is much I wish to say and do not know how to say it.” "Leave it unsaid. I do not wish to hear it. In this you must be guided by me.” "You must listen. I have a right to be heard. There were lies told to me. Lies I would not believe, for I loved you. but at the last-” She stopped short shrinking from the fury in his face. "Lies! Who told them9 My life to you was an open book Nothing halfway. You had the best that was in me. Now you tell me you believed lies.” He made a determined effort for self-control. "Who told them?” he asked more quietly. She moved beck from him. shaken by the passion he could not hide, but answered steadily. “Jim. He would have gone to any lengths to marry me, even to murder. He told me that.” The voice was scarcely audible, stifled by soul-racked memories. "Twentieth century melodrama. And this Jhn. Who was he?” "The man I married. And there was a letter from a woman who wrote that for a year she had been your wife " "And what Jim did not do, the woman finished?" “He wrote it When he rtied a. slimmer nf conscience returned to him and he told me." ■'And I would have staked my life upon your belief in me. your trust. I—oh, what is the use?” He turned to leave her, but she had one more word to say. If that failed, life held nothing further. "The dearest thing in all the world is my love for you, Malcolm. Is It impossible far you to believe me?” He laughed. Laughed in a frenzy of passion. He was quite mad, yet had sense enough to turn away and plunge Into the depths of the canyon. All about him were the mountains that before had given him peace of soul. Now they refused it to him. ND the woman, left alone, wondered how life could go on with the thought of a ruined manhood heavy upon her conscience; thinking bitterly of herself and the Implacable animosity of the man whose faith, whose love she so earnestly wished to revive. It had taken courage to speak and her words had been futile. He did not return to the cabin until late. Then he stood before his great rock fireplace, a stalwart figure with a grave, strong face now etched with lines that had not been there a few days before. He stooped for a splinter upon the hearth, lighted it from the blaze, and when his pipe was burning to his satisfaction said; “It is best for you and Mrs. Brainard to go out at once, Jack. The weather is changing and a storm on the trail is not pleasant.” "Can Slim travel?” she asked. Her brother blew a cloud of smoke Into the air before he an swered. He was troubled about Slim. "He will have to take his chance until I return. Some one will be along any time now and will look after him.” Almost with the words there came the sound of feet upon the parch and the door opened. Four pairs of eyes turned In startled amazement and Malcolm went forward with an exclamation of pleasure. "I was wishing for you, Ned. I am going to take my sister and Mrs. Brainard to Nordegg and do not like to leave Slim alone. He bad a bad fall and b in splints.” 4 The other sensed tension but Ignored it. * "Glad I happened along. I am in no hulVy ' but Alec has to make the train and will go owt with you.” He stepped to one side, with a wave of his hand toward the tall grave-faced man ' behind him: “Ladies, allow me to present the Sky Pilot Of Western Alberta, the best-loved man In all our countryside. Two days later a little group stood upon the platform at Nordegg. They had come through a flurry of snow but the promised storm had spent its force along the line. Here were great banks thrown to one side by the ploughs that had struggled to keep the road open and the heavy mountain engine was puffing ready for its eastward trip. Helen and Malcolm stood alone. She. striving to hide an agitation threat ening her self-control, could say no w ord. It was he who spoke, his eyes steady upon her face as if seeking to impress every changing ex pression upon his memory. "I regret I can go no further, but I leave you in good hands McLauren goes with you and Jack.” He spcke casually, as if this parting was an ordinary one, yet wondered how he was again to pkk up the life that had be come one of contentment; wondering if the pain gripping his heart was really love for this woman who had come unwanted into his life again. He lo ked from her, back the way they had come. Back there was home. Would he ever again be content with his loneliness? He strugg’ed with the impulse to express his thought. As he hesitated. Helen spoke, breath; less with the surge of feeling that held her. “Malcolm, take me back to the cabin with you.” "Do you know what ycu art- saving?" he said sharply. "Yes. I know and I am ashamed” Her voice so low he leaned forward to catch the words. "I must speak. I have always hoped I could some time make up to you for the cruel thing I did.” The words came haltingly but desperate with the resolution to make him believe, for she saw life and love slipping away from her. "A Winter up there in my cabin.” he asked incredulously, "with the sound of the wind soughing through snow-laden branches; listen ing to the roar of a mountain lion or the scream of a panther! W'uld you be content— we two alone for months? No one coming in to break the monotony. Just the two of us. alone?” He was making a determined fight against the overwhelming desire to take her at her word. "Yes, for all time.” He held his voice under rigorous control as he drew away so he cou'd lcok into eyes that met his steadily, although her face crimsoned. "Is it love. Helen, or is it pity and remorse for the indignity you put upon me? Is it love for you that holds me in its grip? I do net know, but with your going I again face Geth semane.” "I love you. Malcolm.” The reply came slowly. She had said all there was to say and now outside things crept into her consciousness. The bell of the engine was ringing. The con ductor, impatient at the delay, ca ling all aboard. "You are making it very hard for me. Mac. The train is waiting. The Sky Pilot goes with it. Am I also to go?” "No. You stay with me. Helen, for you have given me back my faith, my belief in you. I love you. I will never again let vou out of my life.” It was an unusual happening, the marriage service upon the wind-swept platform of the mountain station, with feathery flakes of snow stUl falling. The waiting, puffing engine be tween high banks of snow: the mountains each moment looming more distinctly out of the clearing atmosphere; the unusual assemblage* of witnesses; blanket-wrapped Indians, hall breeds with their women, little children cling ing to them; a few white men roughly dressed, With Malcolm Southern and Helen Brainard standing before the Sky Pilot of Western Al berta speaking the solemn words that made them one. A few moments later, as the train puffed and struggled out toward civilization, the two who had come through travail to happiness turned back up the snowy trail—toward home. fCowrtg-ht, I*M ) Rabbit Farming Film THE Department of Agriculture has prepared ' for the home-movie fan a one-reel picture on rabbit farming, showing the development of this industry in California and in Pennsylvania. The film shows the methods by which the animals are raised and then converted into food and fur. The growth of this particular line of j*' farming Is being stimulated by the department, which conducts an experimental station at Montana, Calif. Chemical Sales Lead rlE drug, chemical and allied lines held a decided preponderance in the wholesale trade of Delaware during the last census. It was estimated that the total of all products handled by the wholesalers was valued at $118,000,000, with the entire field other than those mentioned accounting for only *30,000, 000 worth of the business. Seed Oil Big Industry MORE than a million and a hall tons of > cotton seed were used in the firsw quarter of this year to produce cotton seed oil, by far the most important of the vegetable oils man ufactured in this country.