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THURSDAY, NOV. 9, 1939 THE STORY CHAPTER I—Lovely. Independent Autumn Dean, returning home to British Columbia from abroad without her father’s knowledge, atops 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. Jarvia 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 father’s 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—Aufcmn 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—Florian Parr, at the Castle for dinner, proposes to Autumn. She re fuses him. The next day Autumn rides to ward the Landor ranch. She meets Bruce in a herder’s cabin. There they declare their love for each other, and determine to stand together against everyone who might come between them. CHAPTER V—Autumn tells her father that she is going to marry Bruce. She is aghast to see his reaction, and is agonized to hear him whisper that Geoffrey Landor did not take his own life. He tells her the story. Millicent, his wife, and Geoffrey Landor had fallen in love with each other. But Millicent would not break her mar riage vows. Meeting Landor one day in a secluded spot, Jarvis Dean was forced to fight with him. Landor is accidentally killed by his own gun. CHAPTER VI Throughout the interminable night Autumn knelt at her window in the darkness, watching the stars wheel across the sensuous velvet of a sky lately cleared of rain, until at last the blood red sail of a waning moon stood in the west, and she knew it was only a brief hour or so before dawn. Cramped with chill, she crept back into bed. In the fitful sleep that came to her, she dreamt that Bruce Landor was dead, and that somehow she had caused his death. She awoke to a thin, gray daylight, to find that her face was wet with tears. In the reality of her dream, she turned over on her pillow and gave herself up to despondent weep ing. Later at their early breakfast ta ble, which Hannah had made lovely with a centerpiece of daisies and cowslips on a yellow linen cloth, Au tumn met her father with a mood as fresh and bright as Hannah’s flow ers. She had dressed in a skirt and jacket of bright blue wool, with a gay ruffled blouse of sheer batiste, a costume which had once before drawn from Jarvis one of his rare expressions of pleasure. “I’m all ready to leave for Ke lowna, Da,’’ she said. “I do wish you were going along. It would do you heaps of good.’’ He looked at her with surprise. “I didn’t think you were going till this afternoon,” he said. “I’ve changed my mind,” she re plied. Hannah brought in the steaming cereal. As the old woman busied herself about the table, Autumn stole a glance at her father. It was apparent that he had had a sleep less night. Haggard lines under scored his eyes, and his stem mouth was set in a straight line of pain. But his manner betrayed nothing of what he had suffered during the night. He glanced up with a heavy frown at Hannah. “Did you remember to salt the oatmeal this morning?” he asked with elaborate severity. Hannah glanced at him disdain fully. “Salt causes hardening of the arteries,” she retorted. “There’s plenty in yon porridge for you, sir.” Autumn laughed, and Jarvis pre tended to heave a deep, patient sigh. The meal progressed with small talk of things about the ranch, of the children of Tom Willmar, the fore man, of the likelihood of a good fruit and hay crop. If Autumn had never before been grateful for the presence of old Hannah, she gave silent thanks now to that homely, faithful body who sat at table with them, unconsciously helping to tide them over a painfully difficult hour. The meal finished, Autumn pre pared at once to leave for Kelowna. She did not again urge Jarvis to ac company her, but before she got into her car she threw her arms about his neck and clung to him for a long moment without a word. “No doldrums now, Daddy,” she whispered. He smiled at her, a grim, twisted smile, and she slapped him mannish ly on the shoulder and then was obliged to turn away as she saw the tears start to his bleak eyes. “So long, darling!” she sang and jumped quickly into the car. “Take care of yourself,” he said huskily, “and don’t drive too fast. Good-by—good-by!” Unheedful qf the Laird’s warning ^PROLOGUE TO S1LOVE \'/MARTHA Kt Mu'hK Qikuo OSTENSO she drove with reckless speed over the winding road, shutting out from her senses the painful beauty of the morning, with its assailing col ors and perfumes of wildflowers that carpeted hill and glen. Where the sun slanted across a smooth hillock, violets, buttercups, larkspur and blue-eyed grass would be shining under dew as though beneath a great glass dome, and if she glanced aside in a sweet, leafy dell, there would be lily-of-the-valley and iris and lady’s-slipper. But these were not for her now, she thought bitter ly, as she stared at the road that ran crazily before her. uncurling like a toy --nr- Where the trail branched south ward to Kelowna, she swung her car to the left and followed the road to Kamloops. The morning was young and there would be plenty of time to run in upon Hector Cardigan before going on to the Parrs’. Old Hector was at work among his flowers in front of the house as she drove up. She blew her horn and he lifted his head and looked at her. “Well, well!” he greeted her as she came through the gate. “You’re abroad early.” "I’m running away, Hector,” she replied with a laugh. He cast an anxious glance at her. There was no way of telling what notions these youngsters might take. Besides, the girl was an Odell. “From whom—this time?” he en quired, half banteringly. “From myself, of course,” she stated. “Who else?” Old Hector shook his head. “You’ll not find that easy, my dear,” he ob served. “But come along into the house.” She ran before him up the steps, through the open doorway, and into the drawing room where all the shades were drawn to exclude the morning sun. “Let’s have light, Hector!” she cried and hurried from one window to another to lift the shades. “One would swear you were trying to hide something in this old house of yours. It’s positively spooky!” He watched her, a helpless ex pression in his eyes, then smiled faintly as she tossed her gloves and hat upon a chair and helped herself to a cigarette from a box on the ta ble. “There’s little a man of my age has to hide from the world,” he said slowly. “But you keep that little very well hidden, don’t you?” she countered, lighting her cigarette and tossing the match into the fireplace. There was something in the girl’s mood that made him apprehensive. He moved uneasily to his accus tomed position with his back to the open fireplace and clasped his hands behind him as he looked down at her. “One never knows how well a thing is hidden, my dear, until some one attempts to seek it out,” he re plied evasively. Autumn looked about at the tap estry-hung walls, then flicked the ash from her cigarette. “Nor how poorly it is hidden— until someone blunders upon it,” she added. He smiled and rocked back and forward on the balls of his feet. He wondered what the girl was getting at. “Quite so,” he agreed, “quite so.” Autumn got suddenly to her feet and tossed her cigarette away. “What a romantic old fraud you are!” she said abruptly. “Me? I have never thought of myself—” “Hector,” she interrupted him, “why didn’t you tell me everything you knew when I came here to talk with you last week?” He regarded her suspiciously. “Did I withhold something?” he asked her. She eyed him narrowly. “I am asking you why,” she replied. Hector’s look was a challenge. “I prefer to be my own judge, my dear, as to what I shall tell con cerning other people—or concerning myself, for that matter,” he said. Autumru stepped close to him and laughed a little shrilly, he thought, a little bitterly. “Don’t you get hoi ty-toity with little Autumn, now,” she chided mockingly. “You can keep your old secrets. I know all that’s worth knowing about them, anyhow.” Damn the girl’s taunting mood, Hector thought to himself. She was her mother all over again. How often he had seen Millicent turn sud denly flippant when she wanted to conceal her true feelings, whether of disappointment over a trivial thing or of grief so deep that it broke her impetuous, wild heart. “The gesture seems oddly famil iar,” he observed. Autumn’s anger flared suddenly. “It will become even more famil iar, then,” she retorted. “I have discovered who I am. From now on, I’m through with trying to be what I was never meant to be! It can’t be done. I’m going to be my self, Hector Cardigan!” The old man’s face had gone strangely pale. “Don’t look startled, Hector. Your secrets are perfectly safe with me— just as Jarvis Dean’s secrets. If men choose to fall in love and kill each other over a woman, it’s no affair of mine. Let the tradition go oru It’s the. Basque bejlvHector, and nothing that you or I can ever do will ever stop it ringing!” She snatched her hat and gloves from the chair and abruptly turned to the door. Hector put out a hand. “Where are you going, Autumn?” he asked, his voice trembling. “I’m starting for hell!” she re torted. “So long!” He took her arm gently. “Won’t you let me talk to you?” he pleaded. “You had your chance to do that last week,” she told him. “It’s too late for that now.” She flung out of the house and ran to her car. In a moment she was climbing out of the valley on the winding trail that led to Kelowna. The room into which the younger Parr girl led Autumn was cool and fragrant with roses. It had been done in pale green and ivory. A rug of fawn-color covered the floor. “What a sweet room!” Autumn said as she glanced about her. “I’m glad you like it,” said the girl in a voice of careful indolence. “My room is there—next to this.” She pointed with her cigarette hold er, a long magenta affair which she held poised in her right hand. Un der her left arm she carried a sil very mop which Autumn had al ready learned was a Belgian griffon. The girl was a slender ash-blonde, with eyes of a hazy violet, and lips that were brilliantly rouged. The open doorway that led to the adjoining room revealed a mauve toned boudoir that somehow seemed a perfect setting for the girl. Autumn glanced at the room and then turned to pat the dog on the girl’s arm. “What do you call him, Miss Parr?” she asked. “His name is Koochook—which sounds a bit Eskimoish—but it’s spelled C-a-o-u-t-c-h-o-u-c—which on the Ganges or somewhere means India rubber. And for God’s sake, don’t call me ‘Miss Parr.’ You’ll scare everybody to death around here. My devoted parents tagged me with ‘Melinda’ when I was too young to have any opinions of my own. I get ‘Linda’—but I prefer ‘Lin’—if you don’t mind.” “Rather not,” Autumn replied. “I like it.” She saw that her bag had been brought in and unpacked, and her things laid out in orderly fashion on the bed. “I had my faithful slavey attend to your clothes,” Linda said. “You’d like a shower, perhaps. The bath is on the left, there, between our rooms.” “Thanks,” Autumn said. “I’d like nothing better.” Linda reclined on a chaise-longue, smoking, her dog on the velvet up holstery beside her, while Autumn undressed. “You’re a sort of cross between me and my sister Elinor,” she said as she watched Autumn appraising- “I didn’t mean any reflection on you.” ly. “Elinor is the horse of the fam ily. That may have sounded funny, but I didn’t mean any reflection on you.” Autumn laughed, won out of her depression somewhat, in spite of herself. “Where is Elinor?” she asked. Linda waved a languid arm. “God knows. Probably down pruning the apple-trees—no, I guess it’s not the season for that. Spraying them, maybe, or whatever it is they do at this time of year. Or she may be out shooting squirrels. She’s a little odd, poor Elinor, but you’ll like her.” “I’m sure I shall like all of you,” Autumn said, a little helplessly. “I’m not at all sure,” Linda pro tested. “We’re a bit touched, if you ask me. The stock is good enough, but something must have gone wrong in the breeding. The family takes itself quite seriously, too—except Florian and me. We spend most of our time laughing at the others—and ourselves.” “There’s a saving grace in that,” Autumn remarked. “You’re the only thing Florian has ever taken seriously—except polo,” Linda observed, blowing smoke rings. “The poor boy is hit—and hit hard.” “Oh, nonsense!” Autumn laughed coolly. But she colored as she felt Linda’s scrutiny change to a mobile, slow sort of approval. “Can’t say I blame him, either,” Linda added. “You’d make a dec orative sister-in-law.” The girl was part and parcel of all that Autumn had left behind her in Europe. Behind her mask of indolence there was a rapacity for living. Autumn knew her kind very well, though she was somewhat sur prised to find it here. “Are you in love with Florian, by any chance?” Linda asked suddenly as Autumn tossed her negligee about her shoulders and thrust her feet into her mules. Autumn smiled. “I don’t think so—not yet, at any rate,” she renlied. ___ *T might have known as much," Linda said. “The Parrs are such damned fools!” Her voice trailed away, as though it was too much of an effort for her to express her contempt for the breed. Autumn hurried off to take her shower. When she returned, Linda was sitting where she had left her. “I'll be ready in a minute,” she said as she set about dressing. “Don’t hurry,” Linda replied laz ily. “No one hurries around here. Florian will probably be gnawing his nails if he isn’t getting tight. But it’ll do him good to wait. I was terribly sorry, by the way, that I couldn’t go to your dance. Florian said it was a great success.” “He told me you were disappoint ed,” Autumn said. “I was sorry, too.” “I had a bum ankle that day. Came home late the night before and tripped over a rubber hose somebody had carelessly left on the lawn.” “We had the whole countryside there,” Autumn told her. “So Florian said. Bruce Landor didn’t turn up, I understand.” Autumn started at the mention of Bruce’s name. She turned away from Linda to pick up a garment from the bed, fearing that her face might betray the quickening of her heart. “His mother has been very ill,” she said evasively. “I know. She’s been dying for a year. I believe nothing keeps her alive but sheer cussedness. She knows Bruce will have a chance to get around as soon as she’s gone.” “You know Bruce—pretty well?” Autumn asked. “As well as he’ll let me,” Linda replied. “I called him up again today to see if he couldn’t possibly come down. Earlier in the week he was afraid he’d be too busy, but he said today he’d try to make it to morrow night.” “He told me you had invited him,” Autumn said. She wondered if Linda would note the unsteadi ness of her voice. “And he seemed very sorry that he couldn’t get down in time for the game.” Although her attitude was casual enough now, what she felt was some thing verging on panic. Bruce had told her that he could not go to Ke lowna. And now—if he came here, it would be primarily because of her. “You’ve known him all your life, haven’t you?” Linda pursued with an interest that was agonizing. “We went to school together.” “He told me so.” Linda sighed. “Why didn’t you fall in love with him?” Autumn’s hands trembled as she drew on her stockings. She got up and went to the dresser where she could see Linda’s face in the mirror. The girl was stroking her dog idly. “It probably didn’t occur to me,” Autumn observed with straightened lips. “It occurred to me the first time I saw him,” Linda said. “And no other man has meant a damn to me since.” “There’s lots of time yet, Lin,” Autumn told her. “Time has nothing to do with it, my dear,” Linda observed, her lids lowered in a resigned fatigue. “It happens—or it doesn’t happen—and that’s all there is to it. It happened to me in a minute. It won’t happen to him in ten years—so far as I’m concerned.” She remained standing at the win dow until Autumn had finished dressing, and was ready to go down. "All set!” Autumn announced. Linda turned from the window and gave her an appraising look. Au tumn was dressed in a simple white net dinner gown, with turquoise drops at her ears. “You’re lovely,” Linda said sim ply, and slipped her arm through Autumn’s as they went together to join the others. On the portico Florian met them with tall frosted glasses in his hands and led Autumn to one of the high backed, deeply cushioned bamboo chairs. “I thought you’d never come back,” he said. "I knew I shouldn’t have let you get into Lin’s clutches. From now on you’re mine.” He went and got his own glass and returned and seated himself cross legged on the floor at her side. “How lovely this is!” Autumn murmured, as her gaze drifted out over the tessellated valley. “It has never been really quite perfect before,” Florian said in a voice that was flushed with a sort of urgency. Autumn lowered her lids in the quick pain the words brought her. She bit her lips in vexation at her own feeble will, her inability to put Bruce out of mind, cleanly and def initively. She must play up now or be lost, she thought desperately. “You are too free with your com pliments, Florian,” she said wearily. “You mustn’t turn my head.” She looked across at Linda as she spoke. The girl had seated herself on the porch swing, her shapely legs hoisted above her and her feet braced against the chain upon which the swing was suspended. “You might turn it and look at me,” Florian ventured. “Don’t let him fuss you, Autumn,” Linda said. “He always gets com plimentary on a couple of silver fizzes,” (To be continued) We do not count a man’s years until he has nothing else to count— Ralph Waldo Emerson. Latest estimates place the 1939 potato crop at 739,445,000 bushels, 21 per cent less than the crop in 1938 and 2 per cent under the 10-year average. Maine reports most farm ers there holding their crop until other states have marketed theirs. Persons selecting native trees or shrubs for transplanting should re member that specimens taken from dense woods are difficult to keep alive. Those taken from open spots in woods or from fields develop more satisfactorily. 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