THURSDAY, NOV. 9, 1939
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
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.
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
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
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
He glanced up with a heavy frown
“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
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
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.
Unheedful qf the Laird’s warning
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
“Well, well!” he greeted her as
she came through the gate. “You’re
"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
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
“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
“There’s little a man of my age
has to hide from the world,” he
“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
“One never knows how well a
thing is hidden, my dear, until some
one attempts to seek it out,” he re
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
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
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
“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
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,
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
She saw that her bag had been
brought in and unpacked, and her
things laid out in orderly fashion on
“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
“Thanks,” Autumn said. “I’d like
Linda reclined on a chaise-longue,
smoking, her dog on the velvet up
holstery beside her, while Autumn
“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
ly. “Elinor is the horse of the fam
ily. That may have sounded funny,
but I didn’t mean any reflection on
Autumn laughed, won out of her
depression somewhat, in spite of
herself. “Where is Elinor?” she
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
“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,”
“You’re the only thing Florian has
ever taken seriously—except polo,”
Linda observed, blowing smoke
rings. “The poor boy is hit—and
“Oh, nonsense!” Autumn laughed
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
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
*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,
“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
“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?”
“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
“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
“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
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
“It occurred to me the first time
I saw him,” Linda said. “And no
other man has meant a damn to me
“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
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
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
(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
News Notes From
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confession admitting guilt in the
$20,000 fire last October 13, on the
farm of J. Dalby Crawfis, former
A press story reported that Miller
had signed a confession for Sheriff
Walter P. O’Neill that he set fire to
the buildings on Crawfis’ farm be
cause the former Ottawa man had
discharged Miller as manager.
Alarge quantity of prize livestock,
in addition to valuable buildings,
were lost in the blaze.
Miller will face grand jury action
on a charge of arson.
Push Work On New
The Grove Theatre in Columbus
Grove which has been in the midst
of construction for the past two
weeks, is expected to be completed
and ready for pictures within the
next three or four weeks.
4-H Club Steer Sale
Plans to conduct a 4-H club steer
sale next year in connection with
the annual Putnam county fair have
been announced by County Agent
Dush held a meeting with vo-ag
teachers of the county and other
4-H leaders during which 12 rules
were drawn preliminary to the an
nual steer raising contest.
Youth Held In Theft
A 17-year-old Continental youth
was held in the Putnam county jail
in Ottawa, charged with the theft
of two cases of eggs from Coral
Henry, Continental produce dealer.
Sheriff Arnold Potts said the
youth admitted entering Henry’s
place of business with a key and
carrying away the eggs. The youth
was employed by Henry.
The eggs were sold to an Ottawa
produce firm. The suspect was ar
rested by Zanesville police, where he
fled after disposing of the eggs.
Petitions Ask Purchase
Of Traction Route
Petitions were in circulation in
and around Ottawa this week ask
ing the state highway department
to acquire the old Cincinnati and
Lake Erie railway right-of-way for
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from Ohio State university, will as
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The controversy involving a Co
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aged Mrs. Barbara Tate and her
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in question should be held in escrow
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Mrs. Tate declared that Mrs. Er
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Traffic Patrolman J. L. McKinney
of Ottawa, said he has in his pos
session a man’s overcoat, in good
condition and bearing the name of a
Kenton merchant which was found
in the rear of an Ottawa resident’s
McKinney said the Ottawa resi
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his auto upon returning home Sun
day evening after his car had been
parked in the 200 block of North
Main street in Findlay. The officer
conjectured that the owner of the
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calling of the first disciples and
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Relief At New Low
Direct relief total case load struck
an all-time low in Putnam county
during October in which aid was giv
en only to 97 cases, representing 355
It represented a marked decrease
compared to October of 1938 during
which aid was given to 175 casee
which embraced 467 persons. Relief
then cost $3,134.27 compared to $1,
733.42 for last month.
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University present a series of sub
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The cornerstone for the agricul
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Peoria was laid October 18. The
laboratory staff will investigate new
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Leghorn World...............I Yr.
Amer. Poultry Journal.. 1 Yr.
Breeder’s Gazette ...........lYr.
Rhode Island Red Jnl....lYr.
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and this newspaper for one year. In making your
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Group and 1 from Group C. Please follow di
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