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THURSDAY, OCT. 19, 1939
THE STORY
CHAPTER I—Lovely, independent Autumn
Dean, returning home to British Columbia
from abroad without her father's knowledge,
stops at the home of Hector Cardigan, an
old family friend. He tells her that she
should not have come home, that things
have changed. Arriving home at the ■‘Castle
of the Norns," she is greeted lovingly by
her father, Jarvis Dean, who gives her to
understand that she is welcome—for a short
visit. Her mother, former belle named Milli
cent Odell, has been dead for years. Autumn
cannot understand her fathers attitude,
though gives him to understand that she is
home for good. She has grown tired of life
in England, where she lived with an aunt.
CHAPTER II—Riding around the estate
with her father. Autumn realizes that he has
changed. Between them they decide, how
ever. to give a welcoming dance at the
castle. When the night of the dance arrives.
Autumn meets Florian Parr, dashing, well
educated young man of the countryside.
Late in the evening Autumn leaves the
dance, rides horseback to the neighboring
ranch where she meets Bruce Landor. friend
and champion of her childhood days. He
takes her to see his mother, an invalid. His
father is dead, thought to have killed him
self. As soon as his mother sees Autumn
she commands Bruce to take her away, that
death follows in the wake of the Odells.
Autumn is both saddened and perplexed
by the invalid's tirade. Bruce, apologetic,
can offer no reason for his mother's attitude.
CHAPTER III—Auftmn calls again on
Hector Cardigan—this time to find out the
reason for Mrs. Landor’s outburst. From
his conversation she inferred that Geoffrey
Landor killed himself because he loved
Millicent Dean, her mother. Meanwhile.
Bruce Landor rides to the spot where his
father's body was found years before. There
he meets Autumn, who, leaving Hector, was
searching for a lost child. Bruce had found
the child, and there Autumn and he talk of
their families. They agree that her mother
and his father loved each other deeply—and
that their love is the cause of present
antagonism.
CHAPTER IV
In his somber-toned study Jarvis
Dean sat smoking his cigar. On a
small, low table beside his chair a
large book lay open, face down
ward, at the page where he had left
off his reading nearly two hours ago.
It was now five o’clock and the Sun
day afternoon sunshine lay in long
slanting beams across the dark
green rug that covered the floor. He
must have dozed off, he thought, as
the clock on the mantel chimed the
hour. He had no idea it was so late.
Dinner would be on before he knew
it. It was odd that Autumn had not
yet come back. Florian Parr had
come up from Kelowna for the day
and the girl had gone motoring with
him. They would be in any moment
now, surely, drinking their abomi
nable cocktails and shattering the
Sunday quiet with their inconse
quential chatter.
Well, the younger generation had
come to claim its own. It was only
natural, after all, he supposed. But
the coming had irritated him. He
had never given much thought to
the younger generation until Au
tumn had returned unannounced and
taken possession of the gloomy old
house with no other thought, appar
ently, than that the place was hers.
It was surprising, too, how immedi
ate and complete the possession had
been. Even old Hannah had re
adjusted her whole psychology with
Autumn as the center and control
ling force of the new order. That,
no doubt, was what irritated him.
He could never have admitted to
himself that anything or anyone in
the world could have usurped his
place in this house that had shel
tered him for almost a quarter of a
century. Nor was the girl conscious
of what she had done—he would say
that for her. She would be the first
to protest that he was still master in
his own house and his word was law.
She was loyal, if loyalty could be
said to exist in the hearts of these
young irresponsibles, and she was
affection itself. He had loved the
girl devotedly during the years she
had been away from him, but the
feeling he had for her now that she
was back had grown so deep that
the tears started to his eyes now as
he thought of her.
Just now he was more resolved
than ever that they should quit the
country. He had seen Autumn in
the company of this young Parr.
There was a nincompoop, if ever
there was one. What was wrong
with a man like old Elliot Parr that
he could breed nothing better than
a hare-brained numbskull like Flor
ian? The race must be going to the
dogs! And what could a girl like
Autumn see in him? He wasn’t even
thoroughly a bad one—he was a
mere nothing! Why in the devil
hadn’t the girl found herself a de
cent husband long ago? He blamed
her Aunt Flo for that. Flo never
had been one you could count on.
Well, he would have no daughter of
his mate with Florian Parr—much
as he admired Elliot.
A cold chill passed over him as
his thoughts turned to Bruce Lan
dor. Jarvis had seen Landor and
Autumn riding home together last
night after that fool affair of the lost
Willmar boy. What was getting into
people that they couldn’t take care
of their own brats any longer? Damn
it all, parents nowadays had no
sense of responsibility. Well, he
would look after his own, at any
rate. If he was called upon to do
so. he would tell Autumn emphati
cally that the Deans and the Lan
dors belonged to different worlds
and they would stay where they be
longed. If that wasn’t enough, he
would go further. He would—But
why get so wrought up over a mere
hypothesis?
He got up quickiy at the sound of
a motor coming to a halt before the
house. He tossed his half-smoked
cigar into the fireplace and stepped
to a small cupboard that stood back
in one corner. He poured himself a
hie drink, cl his favorite Scutch
PROLOGUE
blend.' and held it for a moment
toward the sunlit window before he
drank it. He closed the cupboard
and went to his room on the same
floor. He would have to brush up a
bit before going down to dinner.
Florian Parr filled the two glasses
a second time and banded one to
Autumn. He was well pleased with
himself. He had spent a large part
of a beautiful Sunday afternoon in
the company of Jarvis Dean’s
daughter and had watched her as
she swung her car dizzily over trails
he had never traveled before. He
had listened to her gay chatter and
had done his best to contribute his
own share of small talk about Lon
don and Paris and the men and
women that belonged to the world
he had left when his father had
made it plain that if he wished to
remain in it any longer he would
have to pay his own bills. It had
been a delightful outing—almost like
a visit with an old friend.
He had thought Autumn beautiful
when he had sat beside her during
their ride but he had never seen
anyone quite so ravishing as the
girl who stood before him now and
lifted her refilled glass. She was
gowned in a coolly glowing white
satin that clung the length of her
body and flared out almost to the
floor small tips of green pumps
peered out from below the white,
and at her throat on a platinum
chain hung a large single emerald,
her father’s gift, she had explained,
on her twenty-first birthday.
He raised his glass toward her
and smiled. “You may drink to
what you please,” he said, “but I’m
toasting the queen of the Upper
Country!”
“Queens are becoming so old-fash
ioned, Florian,” she countered. “I
am not flattered.”
“My error,” he apologized with a
slight bow. “I’ll compromise on the
Princess they’re still in style,
aren’t they?”
“Expatriated,” she observed.
“Good enough,” he said, and
drained his glass eagerly.
Autumn sipped her cocktail and
took a cigarette from the box on the
low table that held the shaker an
its tray.
“You know,” Florian went on, set
ting his glass aside, “I can’t help
thinking of you as carrying on the
legend of your forebears—your
mother and her mother. They must
have been lovely creatures to have
given life to such traditions as they
have handed down.”
“Lovely,” Autumn said, “—and
flaming.”
“Lovely—and flaming!” Florian
repeated. “My father has told me
about your mother, especially. You
must be very like her."
“I know very little of my moth
er,” Autumn replied, “except what
I have been told.”
He came and stood beside her,
erect and confident in his manner.
His eyes were narrowed as he
looked down at her.
“You will find me very abrupt at
times, Autumn,” he said. “I have
learned it simplifies matters very
often to speak one’s mind. I have
been thinking about—us.”
“Us, Florian?” Autumn smiled.
“I’d almost swear you were going
to propose to me.”
“But I am,” he said. “I believe
you and I were made for each oth
er.”
She laughed lightly. “Why, Flor
ian—what a quaint idea! I don’t be
lieve those words have ever been
used before!”
“They may have been,” he ad
mitted, “but never more appropri
ately. We both come from adven
turous stock. There is something
untamed in both of us. We are
both—gamblers. But I’ve never
been more serious in my life. I
want to marry you.”
Autumn could not doubt his se
riousness. The knowledge made her
thoughtful. Florian,” she said,
“you really are a dear.” A perverse
humor seized her. “Suppose I tell
you that I’ll think it over?”
“Excellent!” he replied, placing
an arm abruptly about her shoul
ders. “You are permitting me to
hope, then?”
She laughed up at him. “Not at
all Florian,” she said. “I am—in
effect—refusing you.”
His serious mood vanished sudden
ly. He was actually amused at the
situation. He chortled and stepped
back from her. It was the first
time he had ever really proposed
to any girl in earnest—and she
thought she was turning him down!
Jarvis Dean’s girl at that, with a
background as iniquitous as sin! It
was that background that lent
piquancy to his quest, after all, and
besides, by the Lord Harry, he was
crazy about the girl!
Presently his amusement subsided
and his lips drew to a thin, petulant
line.
“I’ll give you time to think about
it. Autumn,” he said, striving to
carry it off with a gay, inconsequen
tial air. “When we are alone again,
I’ll tell you how I love you.”
“And how do you love me, Flor
ian?” Her tone was gently mocking.
Florian stepped toward her again
and grasped her wrist. Autumn was
amazed to see that his face had
gone suddenly pale.
“Don’t be a little fool!” he said.
“You know when you’ve met your
equal—£n nerve—in contempt for
life. You are going to marry me,
Autumn, because we see—eye to
eye.”
He released her and walked away
as Jarvis Dean’s footstep was heard
descending the stairway. Autumn
turned to greet her father.
“Come along in. Daddy!” she
called. “Florian has just been pro
posing to me.”
Jarvis Dean’s face lighted with a
smile as he entered the room.
“He’ll be safe enough so long as
you don’t accept him,” he said.
“I think it was the cocktails that
did it,” Autumn laughed.
“A good dinner will fix that,” said
the Laird, giving Florian his hand.
“How are you, my boy?”
“Topping!” Florian said, as their
hands crossed. “I hope you have
no objection to my proposing to Au
tumn. I really couldn’t help it, you
know.”
“None whatever, sir. It’s my opin
ion that she has had some experi
ence in the business. She ought to
be able to look after herself by this.”
“Rather," Florian drawled. “She
managed the affair quite nicely, I
should say. Can I help you tc 8
cocktail, sir?”
“No,” Jarvis replied, “I’m a se
rious man and have too much re
spect for my stomach, thank Gcd,
to punish it with such infernal con
coctions.”
Florian laughed and filled his own
glass. “Father sends you his re
spects, sir,” he said, “and would
like to see you when you can take a
day off.”
“And I’d like to see him, toe,”
Jarvis replied, seating himself.
“I have asked Autumn down for
the polo game next week-end,” Flcr
ian went on. “Perhaps you could
find the time, sir—”
“Not yet, not yet,” Jarvis replied.
“It's a busy time of the year for
me. Besides, you youngsters will
have more fun without too many cld
codgers hanging about.”
His big white head was thrust for
ward in its characteristic way as
though he were eager to show an
interest in the plans and projects
of these youngsters while his mind
and his obscure spirit remained
withdrawn, remote. Autumn had
seen the deaf and the blind make
that same piteous effort at sociabil
ity.
“Now, Daddy!” she rebuked him.
“You’re just fishing. You want us
to assure you that you are the best
looking and most fascinating gentle
man in the Upper Country, and that
no party would be complete without
you.”
The tapers of the Laird’s infre
quent smile lighted for a brief mo
ment of pleasure in his eyes.
“I could go—perhaps,” he admit
ted. “I’ll see how things are in a
week’s time. I’d enjoy a day with
Elliot Parr.”
Old Hannah stepped into the door
way and announced dinner.
An hour before sunset the sky
had been overcast, with a purple
caravan of thunderheads in the
west the thrumming of insects and
the humid, flower smell of the air
presaged rain. On a grassy hill
top ten miles eastward from the
Castle, Autumn dismounted from her
horse and let the animal graze while
she stood and looked into the valley
below.
On the slopes that streamed into
the valley like smooth reddish cas
cades in the low sun, more than
seven thousand head of sheep moved
in bands, twelve hundred to a band.
At dawn the herders had started
them from home on the trek up into
the mountains to the very margins
of the eternal snows, in the relent
less, lonely quest for grass.
Now, from the hillside directly op
posite her across the little valley,
a crow’s flight half-mile away, came
the limpidly sweet note of a bell.
It seemed to Autumn that the sound
was almost visible, floating like
some silver bubble within that rosy
dome of silence, lingering and van
ishing into the infinity whence it had
come.
It was the note of the Basque bell.
A fancy had seized her that morn
ing while she had watched her fa­
it was the note of the
Basque bell.
ther’s men preparing for their de
parture. Only a week before, there
had come to the ranch a youth of
nineteen or twenty whose appear
ance had been so bizarre that the
Willmar children had gathered
around him with frank curiosity. He
had come from the soda mines up
north, and was seeding employment
as a herder. He was slight of build,
not over medium height, and on the
back of his head he had worn a
shapeless homespun cap, set so that
a twine-colored mop of hair started
out abruptly from beneath its peak.
He had worn a short, tight-fitting
coat, a jerkin, Autumn had supposed
it was, also homespun and of a faded
pea-green, so incommodious in the
sleeves that the red joints of his
wrists stuck nainfullv out from ba-
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neath them. ’Under the jacket he
had worn a checked shirt and where
the jacket gaped aside, suspenders
of a brilliant green drew his thread
bare trousers almost up to his arm
pits. leaving his bare shins exposed.
He had worn hobnailed boots, and
had carried a birch stick over his
shoulder, at the end of which a gray
bundle had been securely lashed.
The Laird out of the kindness of
his heart, and probably a whimsi
cal humor, had given him employ
ment as old Absolom’s helper. His
name, they had discovered, was
Clancy Shane, but Jarvis Dean hc.d
jocularly nicknamed him Moony.”
On a sudden impulse, Autumn had
gone back into the house and
brought out the Basque bell. She
had entrusted it to the keeping of
Clancy Shane, who had secured it
to the wether of his Rock. And now.
from the opposite hillside, came the
pure sound of the bell, singularly in
nocent across the hollow distance.
The sound turned her thoughts
again to Bruce Landor, who had
scarcely been out of her mind dur
ing the past week. She thought of
their meeting at Hector Cardigan’s,
when she had gone to fetch home the
bell, and of her telling him about
Hector’s conceit concerning it.
There was something in the sound of
the bell now that brought the lovely
wraith of her mother before her out
of the nebulous glamor of the past.
This had been Millicent Odell’s
world, the world of the pioneers and
the subtle architects of empire, and
now in turn it was her world.- Sud
denly she was glad, glad with all
her heart that she was back home
where life had meaning, where life
was a profound harmony.
She pulled a bit of bloom off a
sage bush and began to pick it to
pieces with her fingers. There had
come upon her a revelation that dis
mayed, frightened exalted her.
She stood for a moment looking
down into the vallej re the shad
ows»were beginning to deepen, then,
impetuously flinging away the shrub
which she held, she mounted her
horse again and rode westward to
ward the Landor ranch.
(To be continued)
News Notes From
Four Counties
(Continued from page 3)
prior to May 31. It will be divided
among municipal corporations in
Hardin county and the county pike
fund, the auditor said.
O. N. U. Homecoming
This Week
Annual homecoming festivities at
Ohio Northern University, including
the Ohio Northern-Ashland football
game, Varsity N luncheon and
alumni dance, will be October 20
and 21.
PUTNAM COUNTY
20,570 Bushels Corn
Sealed
Approximately 29,570 bushels of
corn so far have been resealed in
Putnam county under the AAA loan
extension, reports Arnold J. Schroe
der, chairman of the county soil con
servation committee.
Though the resealing program has
been under way in Putnam county
for only a short time, it is expected
that large portion of the 1937 and
1938 corn stored on the farm will
be resealed, Mr. Schroeder said.
Grove To Get Theatre
Thomas A. Scott, Detroit, has an
nounced he will establish a motion
picture theatre in the Benroth build
ing at Columbus Grove. The town
has had no theatre for a number of
years.
Farm Jobs Sought For
Unemployed
Farmers in need of men to husk
corn were asked to apply at the
county relief office in the courthouse
in Ottawa.
James Draper, relief case inter
viewer, said he had a number of
men listed who were anxious to se
cure work husking corn or lifting
and topping sugar beets.
Realty Value Higher
In County
Putnam county real estate showed
an aggregate gain in valuation of
$69,127 during the past year, with
out a new appraisement, County
Auditor Carl D. Frick said.
Frick’s abstract of duplicate for
the year 1939 totaled $25,300,007
compared to $25,230,880, for 1938.
Auditor Frick explained the in
crease was due to improvements and
changes in valuation fixed by sale of
property during the last year.
Church Celebrates
106th Year
The program Sunday at the form
er Gilboa Methodist Episcopal church
will be more than a rally day and
homecoming affair—it will mark the
106th anniversary of the founding
of the church.
Fair Liquor Seller
Jailed
J. E. Vance, 46, Columbus, pleaded
guilty when arraigned before Judge
A. A. Slaybaugh in common pleas
court to a charge of selling liquor
without a license. Vance was sen
tensed to 30 days in jail and fined
$100.
He was arrested by Sheriff Arnold
Potts who said he found the man
selling liquor from a suitcase around
the race horse ‘barns at the Putnam
county fair grounds last week.
Wheat Insurance More
Popular
The 1940 wheat crop insurance in
Putnam county showed an increase
of 139 per cent, compared to 1939,
Arnold J. Schreder, chairman of the
county AAA committee, said.
It represents an increase of 255
applications which brings the 1940
total of policies to 438. The policies
are designed to guarantee them from
50 to 75 per cent of their average
yields.
The 438 policies insure a produc
tion of approximately 69,411 bushels
of wheat on 4,787 acres.
Bread Wrapping Suit
Is Heard
A ponderous question based on the
operations of a bread wrapping ma
chine occupied Judge A. A. Slay
baugh in common pleas court at
Ottawa.
The suit was brought by A. J.
Schuette, doing business as the Con
tinental b.' ..?ry, at Continental, Ohio,
against the Gellman Manufacturing
company, of Rock Island, Ill.
Schuette asked for a judgment
against the Illinois firm for $700
which represented his down payment
on a bread wrapping machine that
he charged would not operate prop
erly.
Corn Storage Bins
Planned
The Commodity Loan Corp, a New
Deal farm assistance agency, soon
will start construction of 16 metal
corn cribs in Putnam county to en
able storage of 16,000 bushels of
shelled corn as a part of the na
tional “ever normal granary” plan.
Eight of the 16 metal cribs will
be constructed along the Nickel Plate
railroad tracks at Muntana, west of
Ottawa, and the other eight are to
be built either at Vaughnsville or
Rimer, in southern Putnam county.
Each bin will have a capacity of
1,000 bushels.
Richland Center
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Core and
daughter Linda Lee of Lima spent
the week end with her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Ernest Gratz.
Mr. and Mrs. Otto Amstutz and
daughter Mae Belle and Harold
Stevens were Sunday guests of Mr.
and Mrs. E. G. Griffith of North
Baltimore.
Mr. and Mrs. John Burkholder
spent Wednesday evening at the
Amos Basinger home.
A large number of men from this
place attended the 15th Annual Men’s
Congress of the Evangelical and Re
formed churches of West Ohio which
was held at Wapakoneta, Sunday
afternoon and evening.
Mr. and Mrs. Philip Marquart Sr.,
and Charley Bame spent Sunday
afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Ed
Marquart and sons.
Mrs. Paul Rhoads spent the week
end in Columbus.
Mr. and Mrs. Francis Gratz and
family of Sidney and Mr. and Mrs.
Reno Gratz and daughter were Sun-
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BIGELOW PLAN
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The Most Costly and Destructive
Tax Plan in Ohio’s History
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The Bigelow proposal pretends to guarantee a monthly income to
all non-wage earners in Ohio who are over age 60—$50 a month
to single persons and $80 a month to married couples.
This will cost the State 310 million dollars a year. Two new
taxes are set up in the proposal—a heavy income tax and real
estate tax that will catch even the small homes. But these two
new burdensome taxes won’t begin to pay the bill!
A Shortage of 170 to 260 Millions
That’s more money than the State collects annually from all
sources of revenue! But the Bigelow proposal guarantees to
make the payments. In fact, it’s a first mortgage on all State
revenues—on every tax dollar the State collects, and still a big
deficit will exist
Squeeze 50 Millions From Schools
To raise the gigantic shortage, schools will los^, their State
money—50 millions a year. Teachers probably will lose their
jobs and schools will be closed. It will be a destructive
blow to education throughout Ohio!
Raid Relief for 10 Millions
Remember, the Bigelow payments must be made before any
thing else is paid. Local relief agencies will suffer. Crip
pled, blind and dependent children will lose benefits. State
aid will be cut off and local governments will have to levy
staggering new taxes!
Seize 31 Millions From Highways
Look at the “Stop” signs you meet on the highways—they’ll
have a different meaning! The Bigelow plan will stop high
way building all over the state. 31 millions of dollars now
going to cities, counties and townships from gasoline and mo
tor vehicle taxes will be stopped to guarantee Bigelow plan
payments.
A Plague of New Taxes
Do you want a higher sales tax? You’ll get that, too! Maybe
6 cents, or even 9. All amusement taxes will be increased.
Special higher taxes will be levied on necessities classed as
“luxuries,” such as radios, refrigerators, cosmetics, jewelry,
tobaccos, golf courses and playgrounds.
Direct and Indirect Taxes
Every commodity, every transaction, everybody’s dollar will
be a target for new taxes. These amendments operate as a
mortgage against everything you own.
There will be a stamp tax on documents and checks—a turn
over tax on transactions in business, trade and the professions
—a tax on motor freight and passenger service.
Taxes will be levied on coal mining, quarrying, timber cut
ting, oil extraction and other natural resource industries.
All these ruinous taxes still will fail to raise 310 millions of
dollars, the cost of this proposal as estimated by William S.
Evatt, Tax Commissioner for the Department of Taxation.
The Second Bigelow Amendment
This proposal strikes at our system of representative govern
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PAGE SEVEN
and son of Lima and Ray Hirschfeld
were Sunday evening supper guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Ed Marquart and
sons. Mr. and Mrs. Hapner remain
ed at the Marquart home until Mon
day and then left for Detroit.
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Matter and
Mr. and Mrs. Earl Matter and daugh
ter Carolyn were Sunday guests of
Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Reynolds and
son David Roe of Marion.
NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT
Estate of John Fett, Deceased.
Notice is hereby (riven that Elmer Fett
whose Poet Office address is R. D. No. 8,
Ada. Ohio, has been duly appointed and
qualified as executor of the Estate of John
Fett. late of Allen County, Ohio, deceased.
Dated this 27th day of September, 1939.
RAYMOND P. SMITH.
Judge of the Probate Court.
25 Allen County Ohio
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