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The Advertising THE STORY CHAPTER I—Lovely, independent Autumn Dean, returning home to British Columbia Irom abroad without her father’s knowledge, ■top* at the home of Hector Cardigan, an friend. He tella 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 England, where she lived with an aunt. CHAPTER H—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 •nd 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 tn 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 Mlllicent 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 loye 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 Ealo-playing, light-hearted youth to Bruce anrfor. 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 tention to her. CHAPTER vm—Months pass, and neither Bruce nor Autumn can forget each other. Watching a card game one day, Bruce overhears a scurrilous remark made about Autumn. He administers a beating to the speaker, one Curly Belfort. He is warned that Belfort will fry to even the score. Long after Linda was asleep in the room next her own, and the house stood in its dark silence, Autumn lay awake, turning over and over in her mind the restive thoughts that had had their incipience in that disconcerting clash with her father. At last, unable to bear any longer the confining darkness of her own room where thinking had become a torment, she got up and put on a dressing-gown and slippers. Noiselessly, Autumn went out into the hall. Her father’s hound, Saint Pat, who slept on a mat outside the Laird’s door, rose at her approach, but she caressed him reassuringly, and he flung himself down again and Autumn continued on down the stairs and out of the house. She stole quietly to a secluded nook in the garden where, within the circle of flowering mock-orange trees, her mother’s bronze sundial still stood on its low pedestal. Here the smell of roses lay in a still, dark pool of heavy sweetness in the purple field of the sky over head the stars leaned down, a white blur stooping to the fainter nimbus of the white and yellow roses. Here Millicent Dean had counted out the days and nights of her last summer. It was because of Millicent that old Hannah had kept the retreat un changed it held still the spellbound air of plaintive sanctuary. Autumn seated herself on a bench beside the sundial and gathered her robe closely about her. A curious vacantness seemed to possess her mind now, a receptivity to some strange reassurance, to some strong and calming influence that drifted in upon her from the sweet clois tered gloom of the flowery crypt that had been her mother’s. A quieting affirmation was growing upon Au tumn. Millicent Odell was living again, rising above her own tragedy and that of Jarvis Dean and Geof frey Landor, and the poor, unhappy Jane. Autumn closed her eyes in the buoyancy of her spirit, where the knowledge had dawned that her love for Bruce was an inevitable and inexorable predetermination of life that Jarvis Dean’s opposition couid neither change nor destroy. She was startled suddenly out of her absorption by a sound behind her. Turning quickly, she saw Hec tor Cardigan standing within the dimness of the crypt. “Hector!” she said softly. “What ever brings you out a» this time of night?” He chuckled in an embarrassed way. “It isn’t the first time I’ve prowled around here,” he said in a low, odd lv strained voice, “but it’s the first PROLOGUE TO little at- a party Autumn CHAPTER VH—Bruce attends that night given by the Parrs. 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 Autumirs actions. He knows she cannot nave changed overnight, but is forced to believe that she is not the seme girl who called on him at his cabin. 0 LOVE by ARTHA OSTENSO W-dw •e Ostende time Fve been caught at it.'r She did not have to ask why had come. Millicent lived for him here, as she was living for Autumn herself. “I couldn’t sleep,” she told him, “—after that scene with father.” he Hector came and seated himself on the bench beside her. “It was rather bad, wasn’t it?” he said heavily. “But I think I warned you that your father would be difficult, though I had not foreseen—quite this, I confess.” “What am I to do?” she asked him. “You will know, that yourself— better than I can tell you,” he re plied. Autumn plucked a blossom from a low-hanging branch and held it to her lips. “I love father,” she said simply, “and I love everything I have come home to. I don’t want to leave it.” Hector was silent for a moment. Then, as though he were talking to some third person who was present beside them, he said, “Autumn is in love with Geoffrey’s son.” She straightened herself involun tarily against the weird sensation that had come over her. “Is it so evident as that, Hector?” she said. “The past is repeating itself,” he said. “My eyes are not too old to see that.” “It is the past that has come be tween us, Hector—between Bruce and me,” she said. Hector leaned forward and patted the back of one hand against* the palm of the other. “I shall have something to say about that, my dear, when the time comes that I must.” Autumn stared at the ghostly blur of a heavily flowered white rose bush. “If you had told me all you knew—when I first came home,” she said, “we might have been spared much of what happened tonight.” Hector drew a deep and unhappy breath. “You forget, my child, that there is such a thing as loyalty still left in the lives of some of us,” he said. “If I did not tell you every thing I knew, it was because I could not tell it.” “It doesn't matter, after all,” she said. “It is too late now.” “On the contrary,” he replied, “it is still too soon.” Autumn shifted impatiently. “How long must you hold your then?” she asked him. “Until I can hold it no he replied. silence, longer,” the tree A slight wind stirred in above them, and a shower of white petals fell on the grass at their feet. On the following morning, when Linda telephoned to the Landor place with the intention of paying Bruce a visit during the day, the foreman, Andrew Gilly, informed her that Bruce had gone to Van couver on business and would not be back until the end of the week. “So that will be that!” Linda ob served, stretching herself on the couch in the sunlit drawing room and opening a volume of French verse which she had brought down from Autumn’s room. The announcement that Bruce had gone to Vancouver filled Autumn with an unaccountable loneliness and impatience that annoyed her as she thought of it. She knew now that throughout the weeks of their estrangement, the mere fact that he was always there, just a few miles from her, had been a com fort to her, and that in the depth of her consciousness she had never really relinquished the hope that somehow, somewhere, they would come together again. Autumn sat at the piano and played softly while Linda read. Jar vis had left the house immediately after breakfast, deep in the soli tude of one of his unapproachable moods. Hector had returned to town, and the girls had been alone ever since. Suddenly Linda tossed her book across the maid I’m claimed. “What’s floor. “What a fine old getting to be!” she ex the matter now, Lin?” Autumn asked, turning from the pi ano. “It’s a bad sign when a girl be gins to live vicariously in erotic po etry,” she said. “At least, it saves one a lot of trouble,” Autumn remarked. “And leaves you where you start ed. There’s a little satisfaction in trouble, at any rate. It has the spice of variety in it, if nothing else. I’m dying of nothing to do, Autumn. You can at least fight in your own then.” work up a good family now and moodily at the Autumn stared floor. “I’m not particularly proud of that,” she said. “It was rather a mess—the whole affair—innocent as it was.” In her preoccupation with the new evidence she had had of her fa ther’s strange scarcely aware But Linda must of the shadow mind. “I’d love a mess,” Linda com mented dreamily, “so long as I could have Bruce Landor to cham pion me. You’re an unappreciative wench, Autumn.” fixation, of what be given that lay she was she said, no inkling over her Autumn got abruptly to her feet where she had experienced so strange an exaltation the night be fore. Now, in the spread of the midsummer morning, she knew that that almost supernatural assurance of the night in the garden had been a delusion. There was nothing for her to do but carry on, for her father’s sake as well as for Bruce Landor’s. “How can you be anything but head over heels in love with him, Autumn?” Linda asked. “I? With whom?” Linda clicked her tongue in ex asperation against the roof of her mouth. “With whom? You know very well whom.” Autumn did not turn from the win dow. “You’re getting positively te dious, Lin,” she said mechanically. Linda rolled over on her stomach and looked narrowly at Autumn’s straight back. “Do you know what?” she said at last. “I honestly believe you’ve been in love with him from the very first.” “You must have your own rea sons for thinking so, Lin,” Autumn evaded. “I have, my dear. In the first place, your cutting-up doesn’t ring true to me. I cut up because I like it. But you—-you don’t like it.” Autumn turned and walked to a table, picked up a magazine, and seated herself. She thumbed the pages slowly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said in differently. Linda reflected for a moment. “Well—you have no heart in it. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” You’re absent-minded—and you’re downright inattentive at bridge.” She paused and looked at Autumn. “My dear,” she said at last, “you’re in love—or I’m a mental defective.” Autumn reached across the table and helped herself to a cigarette. “You’re a dear imbecile, then, Lin,” she smiled carelessly. “I’m a fool in more ways than one,” the girl replied. “But even a fool may have eyes. Why don’t you cut Florian and his gang? You’re not in love with the boy and you never will be—and you’re with his friends.” "Not all of them, “I’m the single dear—and I’m catty as the devil. I could have cut your pretty throat that night when Bruce hauled you out of that mess in the billiard room and carried you into the gar den. Fancy any man doing that for me! And I could have cheerfully put poison in your coffee yesterday morning when Florian told us that Bruce had taken it upon himself to defend your honor against Curly Bel fort. In this day and age, my dear! Any man I have ever known would die laughing before he could bring himself to do as much for me. But you—you take it out in nursing a grudge.” “Lin, you’re positively idiotic!” Autumn protested. “I know it—I know it! But there’s one particular kind of idiot that I am not—and never intend to be. I am not the kind that goes on for ever when I know there’s no hope for me.” bored to death Lin.” exception, my Autumn laughed dryly and got to her feet. “Let’s take our ride be fore it gets too warm,” she sug gested. Linda stretched in sinuous luxury and rose from the couch. “Which— being interpreted—means, for heav en’s sake, lay off!” she said, and went with Autumn to prepare for the ride. On the following morning, Bruce Landor’s foreman drove his car in at the gates of the Castle. Linda Parr had departed for home only an hour before, and Autumn was cutting roses in the secluded recess of the garden. It was no usual thing for Bruce Landor’s foreman to visit the Dean ranch, and a swift shock of apprehensiveness for Bruce passed tnrough her. She gathered her flowers together at once and went to the house. In the yard before the door, Bruce’s foreman was talking with Tom Willmar. Autumn hesitated for a moment, but at an odd glance from Tom she stepped down and ap proached the men. Andrew Gilly turned his cap awk wardly about in his hands as she came up to him. His expression was one of utter distraction. “Good morning, Miss Dean,” he greeted her. In a fleeting moment of intuition, Autumn felt that there was something vaguely resentful in his attitude toward her. “Good morning, Mr. Gilly,” she returned with a smile. “Has Bruce come back from Vancouver yet?” The question had slipped from her tongue before she had time to think of what she was saying. “No,” Gilly replied, “he hasn’t. And I’m in no hurry to see him, ei ther. I’ll have very bad news for him when he comes.” “Bad news? What has happened?” Autumn acked. __ vrmy tuunu over uuriy ji ms sneep dead in the pasture this morning,” he told her. Autumn clutched her flowers tight ly in hands that had gone suddenly cold. “Not—his prize sheep—the Merinos he was experimenting with?” she asked breathlessly. “The same,” said Tom Willmar. “Poisoned, they were. Poisoned with strychnine in the salt trough.” “It’ll come near to breaking the boy’s heart,” Gilly observed in a voice that was shaken with agita tion. “Oh!” Autumn felt an abrupt stricture in her throat that made further speech impossible. “I come over to see if you folks had had any trouble,” Andrew Gilly went on, “but Tom tells me there’s been none of it here.” “No,” said Tom quietly. “There’s been a bit of vetch about that’s—” “Nature had no hand in this,” Andrew interrupted. “It was a sneak that did it—and he must ’a’ crawled on his stomach during the night to get to the trough or the dogs would’ve been at him.” “Have you any idea who did it?” Autumn asked faintly. It seemed to her that her heart had sunk entirely out of her body. The man had the sensibility to avoid her eyes. He looked away, but the expression that came to his weathered face was one of bitter fury. “I have my own opinion,” he said significantly, “and I think I’m not far wrong. I think the boy will agree with me, too. Though a lot of good that will do either of us. There’s no proof—not a whit!” Autumn knew what he was think ing. “You suspect Belfort, don’t you, Mr. Gilly?” she asked bluntly. He gave her a direct look from eyes that were angrily misty. “You can make a shrewd guess,” he said. “There’s no doubt in my mind—and that’s something picion.” more than a sus- Tom shook his tough job to get Belfort’s gang,” “Gosh, what a shame!” head. “It’ll be a anything on Curly he remarked. Autumn stood for a moment help lessly trying to beat back the tears that sprang to her eyes. Then, her emotions collapsing within her, she turned and fled into the house. As she did so, Jarvis Dean came slowly up the path from the rals, Saint Pat at his heels. (To be continued) Y. M. C. A. Secretary Outlines Policies Gayle Lathrop, student secretary of the Y. M. C. A. of the Ohio area, visited Bluffton college last Wed nesday. He spoke at the Y. M. C. A. Cabinet dinner which was held at Ropp hall at 6 o’clock Wednesday evening. At 7:30 Mr. Lathrop spoke to the Y. M. C. A. group. He told of the Y. M. C. A. in the United States, which was started at Harvard Uni versity about 300 years ago. At first it was confined to certain re ligious groups, but as time passed it came to include those of different re ligious beliefs different races. as well as those of stated that the inter M. C. A. are the dif and. social problems. Mr. Lathrop ests of the Y. ferent world He said that the Y. M. C. A. does not take a stand on fascism .com munism, peace, co-op movement, un employment, etc., but encourages thought along this line. Reconciling the different groups rather than con demning them is the purpose of the Y. M. C. A. 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These three churches are among the oldest of modern denominations, and the outstanding churches to include in their system of religious principles and faith the doctrine of non-resist ance, the doctrine of love and good will as a solution ills as arise out and antagonisms. for all such social of human hatreds religious organiza- Of these three tions, the Mennonites are the oldest, their history dating back to Switzer land in the days of Ulrich Zwingli and Martin Luther the Society of Friends was organized in England by George Fox about the middle of the seventeenth century the Church of the Brethren was founded in south Germany in the early part of the eighteenth century. The doctrine of non-resistance which became as vital a part of the faith of these churches as any other doctrine, and as essential to salva tion, was based on the assumption of the brotherhood of man, and the sacredness of human life. The Di vine command “Thou Shalt Not Kill” knew no exceptions. 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