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THURSDAY, NOV. 23, 1939
Rural Group To
Discuss Commun
ity Relationships
On Farm Night Radio Program of
WOSU, Monday, November 27
Dial 570 Kc.
8:00 Music
8:05 The Family’s 4-H Club Re
lationships___ 0. C. Croy, Dis
trict Extension Supervisor
8:15 Vocational Home Economics
Program Students from Liber
ty Union School, Baltimore, di
rected by Miss Laurabell Call
oway, Instructor.
8:25 Old Time Music___ “Smokey
Mountain Boys”
8:35 That First Thanksgiving Day
-H. E. Eswine, Historian
8:45 Warm Clothes for Cool Days—
Miss Edna Callahan, Extension
Clothing Specialist
8:55 Columbus Solon Orchestra
9:05 Relationships in the Community
—Discussion by Lorain County
Rural Group
9:30 The Tenant Purchase Program
—LawTence Young, Farm Se
curity Administration, Columbus
9:40 Columbus Solon Orchestra.
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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 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 n—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
aelf. As soon as his mother sees Autumn
ahe 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
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 Geoff re}- Landor
did not take his own life. He tells her
the story. Millicent, his wife, and Geoffrey
Landor had fallen tn 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—Autumn knows then that
everything is ended between Bruce and
herself. She goes to call on the Parr family,
where she meets Elinor and Linda. Florian's
sisters. Florian again tells her how much
he loves her. but she pays little attention
to him. She likes the Parr family, includ
ing Florian, but cannot help comparing the
polo-playing, light-hearted youth to Bruce
Landor. Florian is “good company," but
she feels little real affection for him. He
realizes that, and tells her she will change.
Linda. Florian’s sister, is in love with
Bruce, but to no avail. He pays little at
tention to her.
CHAPTER VH—Bruce attends a party
that night given bv the Parrs. Autumn
purposely ignores Bruce. Bewildered, he
cannot understand. Following an accident,
he carries her to the garden, where she
tells him the episode in the herder’s cabin
was merely a game, that she was not her
self. In this way, she believes, she can
forget—and make Bruce forget—their love.
Bruce is stunned by Autumn s actions. He
knows she cannot nave changed overnight,
but is forced to believe that she is not the
same girl who called on him at his cabin.
May had passed, and June—and
now it was July, the month of the
wild-rose. Within its fortress of
mountains the valley lay besieged
by a torrid heat.
Just a fortnight ago, after a day
such as this, Jane Landor had died
quietly and unexpectedly in her
sleep. Bruce’s sorrow had been
eased somewhat by his melancholy
realization that she was spared fur
ther pain and misery from an ill
ness from which there could be no
recovery, but his grief at her pass
ing had been none the less deep and
He had seen very little of Autumn
Dean since that night in May when
he had gone to the Parrs’ and had
encountered in her a mood which
had left him bewildered and har
assed every time he recalled that
miserable occasion. Only once since
that night had he spoken to her. He
had called on Hector Cardigan one
afternoon and as he mounted the
steps to the door, Autumn had come
hurriedly out, passing him with a
face strangely white and with only a
swift word of greeting. He knew
she had seen him from within and
had rushed away to avoid talking
with him.
That visit with Hector had been a
doleful affair. The old soldier had
been having words with Jarvis
Dean’s daughter—of that there could
be no doubt in Bruce’s mind. Hec
tor’s grumpy mood had refused to
yield to Bruce’s efforts at facetious
ness. In a moment the old man
had burst forth in a voice full of
distress. “It’s that girl! There's no
talking to her!”
“Why get so worked up over it?”
Bruce had asked. “Why talk to
her?” Even as he spoke, Bruce had
known that his comment had been
a defensive one.
And then Hector had looked at
him for a full minute without speak
ing, his wrath cooling gradually, his
droll smile coming. “There’s little
to choose between a young fool and
an old one—save for a trifling dis
parity in years,” he had said, and
had poured a couple of drinks from
the decanter of wine on the table.
Bruce was thinking of that after
noon with Hector now as he climbed
back into his car and started off
along the increasingly difficult trail.
The old fellow had reason enough
to be distressed, or at least gravely
concerned, if Autumn’s reputation
in the countryside meant anything
to him. And Bruce supposed it did.
Hector Cardigan had looked after
the girl from her earliest years as
anxiously as if he had been her
godfather. And Autumn Dean was
getting herself talked about rather
freely among the gossips of the com
munity. People in Kelowna and in
Kamloops were busily recounting
her escapades with the Parrs, Flor
ian in particular, and with such oth
ers as made the Parr home a ren
dezvous, and who flocked to their
hunting lodge in the mountains near
Kamloops for week-ends. They had
plenty of fuel for their gossip, and
Autumn had apparently been set
ting a deliberate match to it. As
old Hector had said, the girl w’asn’t
giving a tinker’s dam what they said
about her.
The conviction had grown gradu
ally upon Bruce that Autumn was
leading this free life of hers with
some ulterior purpose. He could
not think of her running wild from
choice. Nor had he ever been able
to understand her violent change
of manner toward him, unless the
Laird himself had brought it about
by something he had told her, by
some peremptory ban he had placed
upon their relationship. Even then
he could not credit the change. Au
tumn was too willful, too independ
ent, to permit even her father to
make up her mind for her. Some
thing else, something of which he
was in total ignorance, was behind
it all. But whatever it was, there
Autumn was too willful, too in
dependent, to permit even her fa
ther to make up her mind
for her.
was no other course for him except
a harsh discipline in forgetting.
An utter loneliness enveloped him
now as he ascended the scantily tim
bered, wild mountain reaches. Over
only a short distance toward the
north, in the completely still, mys
terious folds of the hills, lay the
Dean summer range, skirting his
own. Across a deep valley, spread
over the palely green mountain-side
opposite, one of the units of the
Laird’s flock was dimly discernible.
Trained though his eyes were to the
ambiguity of vast distances, it was
all Bruce could do to distinguish
the flock in that brilliant, thin at
mosphere. But across the vacancy
there came to him, piercingly sweet,
the sound of a bell. He knew that
bell—there was only one like it any
where in the Upper Country. It
was Autumn Dean’s Basque bell.
The sound of it had drawn him
across the valley on his last trip,
nearly a month ago now, and he
had spent an hour of the afternoon
with the young Irish lad who was
one of the Laird’s herders. He would
never forget the wistful blue eyes
of the boy and the eagerness with
which he strove to prolong the visit.
As the sound of the bell struck
across his senses now, Bruce strove
grimly to repudiate the significance,
to himself, of that sound. It was
sheer sentimentality on his own part
that the bell seemed to chime Au
tumn’s name. He resolved that on
his next trip into the hills he would
leave home early enough to turn
aside and spend an hour with the
young herder. He would do so to
day but that he had to get back in
time for an appointment he had
made that night with a buyer in
It was late that evening when
Bruce drew up to the curb and got
from his car before a gray, weath
ered building that had served as a
trading post in the old days. The
structure housed a billiard parlor
now and was known locally as
“Sandy’s Place.” It had become a
rendezvous for cattle and sheep
men, ranch hands seeking employ
ment, and nondescript transients.
But despite the determination of the
years to mold it to a less romantic
form, there clung about it still some
of the pungent, zestful air of times
gone by when sourdoughs and che
chahcos drifted in for a night’s lodg
ing and a game of poker. The pro
prietor was a rugged old Scotchman
who had himself been a prospector
on Williams Creek.
There were not more than a naif
dozen idlers in the front room of the
place when Bruce entered. He
looked them over and sauntered into
the back room, pausing in the door
way to glance about for the buyer
he had come to see. He discov
ered. higjnan. in a (ar corner oX the
smoke-filled room, seated" at a poker
table with four others. Bruce moved
across the room and spoke to him.
The buyer looked up. “Hello, Lan
dor!” he greeted
Bruce spoke to the other men at
the table.
“Buy a stack and sit .n, Landor,”
one of them invited.
“Not ton: ht,” Bruce replied. “I’m
going home to bed as soon as I’ve
had a word with Myers, here.”
“I’ll be with you in a minute.”
said Myers.
Bruce lighted a cigarette and
watched the progress of the play.
He was not sure just what had
drawn his attention to a conversa
tion at the table behind him, but
presently the mention of Jarvis
Dean’s name caused him to glance
around. Curly Belfort, a rancher
from the Ashcroft district, was do
ing the talking while the others lis
tened. Belfort had evidently been
drinking. Bruce gave his attention
to the game at Myers’ table.
The click of the chips and the
monotonous sound of voices lay
drowsily upon his senses after a
day in the mountains.
Belfort’s voice thrust itself boister
ously upon his consciousness. Bruce
could not help hearing the words.
“—and, by God, if there wasn’t
old Dean’s daughter standin’ up out
o’ the haystack, an’ strcichin’ her
self at seven o’clock in the mornin’.
An’ I says to young Parr, ‘Do you
think I’m runnin’ a country hotel, or
somethin’? Or is this the way they
do it in Europe?’ I says. But he
kept on tinkerin’ with his car.” Bel
fort laughed heartily at his own
joke. “Some gal the Laird’s brat
has turned out to be, spendin’ the
night in a haystack with—”
Bruce had got up abruptly and
stepped over beside Belfort, his face
gone suddenly white, his mouth fixed
in a slight, contemplative smile as
he stood looking down at the ranch
“You’ve had too much to drink,
Curly,” Bruce interrupted him.
Belfort’s eyes moved in slow in
solence up and down Bruce’s body.
Then his mouth twisted to one side
in a drunken leer as he laid his
cards down on the table in front of
“Who’s tellin’ me?” he asked.
“I’m telling you,” Bruce replied.
“Only a drunken swine would talk
the way you're talking.”
Belfort got to his feet with an
oath, but Bruce pushed him back
into his chair. Muttering to him
self, Belfort sprang up and lifted
the chair. Before he could swing it,
Bruce’s hand had shot out and the
man staggered backwards and
stumbled to the floor. The other
men in the room rushed forward to
intervene, old Sandy among them.
Before they could prevent it, how
ever, Belfort was on his feet and
was rushing at Bruce.
“Stop this, now!” old Sandy or
But even as he spoke, Bruce
struck again and Belfort crumpled
to the floor.
Sandy flung nis arms desperately
about Bruce. “Stop it, lad!” he
cried excitedly. "Stop it, or we’ll
have the law on us!”
Bruce shook him coolly off. “Bet
ter not step into this, Sandy,” he
advised. “Belfort has something to
say to me or one of us has to take
a licking, law or no law!”
Belfort had pulled himself togeth
er with painful difficulty. Bruce
strode over to him, but old Sandy
stepped between them and faced
“Here, now,” he demanded,
“what’s all this about? What’s it
about, Curly?”
“Ask him,” Belfort snarled.
“What’s it all about?” Sandy
begged of Bruce, maintaining his
position stoutly between them.
“Belfort knows,” Bruce replied.
“He has been talking about a cer
tain young lady whose ijame—”
"There was another woman with
her, damn you!” Belfort screamed,
his face livid. “And another man!
The car was broke down.”
“What you said was a lie, then,
wasn’t it?” Bruce prompted.
"I told nothing but what I saw
with my own eyes,” Belfort retort
"What you implied was a damn
lie!” Bruce challenged, stepping to
ward him.
Belfort’s head began wagging to
and fro as he watched Bruce in a
sort of stupid fascination. Presently
he nodded. “If you want to look at
it that way,” he admitted. “I was
only talkin’.”
"Think twice before you talk like
that again,” Bruce advised him cas
ually, taking a cigarette from his
shirt pocket as he spoke.
A half dozen of Belfort’s friends
had got around him and were urg
ing him toward the door.
“I’ll talk to you again,” said Bel
fort, over his shoulder.
"Any time, Curly,” Bruce replied,
and lit his cigarette.
Sandy scratched his head in relief
as Belfort disappeared through the
doorway. Then he shook his head
at Bruce. “Yon’s a bad actor, lad,”
he said quietly. “I’d be lookin’ out
for him if I was you.”
"I intend to,” said Bruce and
turned again to take the seat be
side Myers.
(To be continued)
Outbreak of sheep scab are report
ed in the state. One flock containing
severa hundred head was infected by
a stray ram. Prompt reporting of
suspected flocks to the State Depart
ment of Agriculture will minimize
The Amstutz Cannery
will operate after Novem
ber 1 on Wednesday only
until further notice.
Delicious Canned Peaches
for Sale
North of Bluffton on College Rd.
Bluffton Phone 635-Y
News Notes From
Four Counties
(Continued from page 3)
City, is in the Putnam county jail,
serving a term of 30 days imposed
after he pleaded guilty of illegal
manufacture of whisky. He also
was fined $100.
Schuller was arrested by eight
federal and state liquor inspectors
who said they confiscated a 50-gallon
still, complete with condensing units
and other apparatus, a quantity of
mash and four gallons of liquor.
Fined For Shooting
Hen Pheasants
Three Putnam county men convict
ed last week of shooting hen pheas
ants, have dropped their plans to ap
peal the case and settled the fines.
The men were convicted by an Ot
tawa justice of the peace following
their arrest near Ottawa. They
were charged with obtaining the
game illegally on a farm northeast
of Ottawa, tenanted by Mr. and
Mrs. Elmer Lebrecht.
Tax Collection Is
Putnam county subdivisions collect
ed $374,4C0.40 in taxes based on real
estate during the tax collection fiscal
year which just closed and the total
receipts showed an increase of more
than $5,000 compared to 1938.
The total receipts at the close of
this year’s collections were $374,
460.40 compared to $368,616.45 for
1938. The first half of this year
netted $193,428.90 and the last half
of the collection brought in $181,
Flood Situation Is
Ottawa had eighteen representa
tives, including Mayor J. S. Ogan,
County Representative T. F. Mc
Elroy, the county commissioners, and
members of the Ottawa Chamber of
Commerce and Kiwanis club, at a
meeting in Findlay Wednesday after
noon. Facts pertaining to the flood
situation with respect to the Blanch
ard river were presented at a hear
ing which was held in the auditor
ium of the First National Bank
building in that city.
Mrs. Emma Barber left Thursday
for Palmetto, Florida where she will
spend the winter with Mr. and Mrs.
Frank Bassett.
Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Amstutz and
son Wendell and Maxine Cook spent
Friday at Ft. Wayne, Ind. and attend
ed the graduation exercises at the In
ternational Business College. Miss
Eileen Amstutz was a member of the
Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Gierhart and
son Jerry of Germantown were week
end visitors of Mr. and Mrs. Elzie
Horses $3.00
Gierhart and Mr. and Mrs. Walter
Amstutz and family.
John Bolinger of Arcanum is spend
ing a few weeks with his sister, Mrs.
Catherine Ross.
Mr. and Mrs. John Huber and dau
ghter, Bernice spent the week end
with Mrs. Gilbert Williamson and
family at Lansing, Mich.
Mr. and Mrs. Lester Bierly and
sons Jimmie and Gary of Lafayette,
were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and
Mrs. J. C. Yant.
Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Jennings and
family of Newark spent Thursday
with Mr. and Mrs. I. M. Jennings.
Mrs. Hattie Turner of Pittsburgh,
Fa., was a Monday visitor of Mr. and
Mrs. R. C. Dally.
Mr. and Mrs. Paul Jratt and dau
ghter Betty Jean, son Warren of To
ledo and Warren Durkee of Washing
ton, C. H. were week end guests of
Mrs. Carrie Durkee and daughter
Rev. Wilch of Findlay, Mr. and Mrs.
Noel Wilch and son Eddie of Toledo
were Saturday evening visitors of Mr.
and Mrs. Wm. Younkman.
Mr. and Mrs. L. L. Weaver of Lima
were Sunday callers of Mr. and Mrs.
Henry Shull.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Bierman, Mrs.
Nellie Askerman and daughter Mar
cella of Lorain were Sunday visitors
of Mr. and Mrs. Scott Lewis.
Mrs. Cynthie Elliott returned Sun
day after spending a week with Mr.
and Mrs. Harry Davis in Toledo.
The young married peoples’ class
of the Church of Christ held a rabbit
supper in the church basement. Those
present were Mr. and Mrs. Carl Am
stutz, Mr. and Mrs. Kent Amstutz,
Mr. and Mrs. Merril Arnold, Mrs. Oral
Fett, Mr. and Mrs. Pleyl Fett, Mr. and
Mrs. John Herron, Mr. and Mrs. Grant
Barber, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Lewis,
Mr. and Mrs. Conner Stewart, Mr. and
Mrs. Lawrence Yant, Mr. and Mrs.
Marion Reigle, Miss Ruth Bowers,
Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Van Meter and
Miss Alice Lewis and Mrs. Cleda
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