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(CONCLUSION)
CHAPTER XIX
He sat at a desk in what seemed
to Anne a combination study and
office, filled with cabinets and daric
heavy furniture. She waited a lit
tle breathlessly for him to speak.
His eyes were kindly, wise and in
finitely understanding.
“I’m going to talk very frankly
and perhaps very cruelly to you, my
child,’’ he said slowly. “Because I
think you are very intelligent and
clear-sighted. I cannot speak to my
son, because he is deeply in love
and not clear-sighted. Women are
realists, men romanticists.’*
“I suppose that’s true, really,”
Anne said.
“I don’t want you to marry my
son, Anne. Or him to marry you.
I love him very deeply, and I have
a very warm and genuine feeling
for you. That’s why I’m speaking
to you. I don’t want either of you
to be unhappy. I am saying to you
what I believe your father would
say if he were here.”
She looked at him silently. The
idea that she wasn’t acceptable as
a daughter-in-law came as a shock,
in spite of everything she knew.
“There are many reasons. Before
I met you and talked to you, if my
son had told me he was going to
marry an American girl I would
have forbidden it with all the au
thority I have. Knowing you has
made it difficult, because I have
lived a long time and known many
W’omen, and I know I would have
fallen in love with you had I been
Miguel. I should even like to have
you for a daughter, if it could al
ways be as it is this moment. I say
that very sincerely, Anne.”
“Can’t it always stay like
this?” she said.
“No.” Don Alvaro shook his head.
“Miguel’s life is not your life. His
people are not your people. If he
could live in your country, with your
people, he would be happier than
you would be here with us.”
He raised his hand tow’ard the
chattering party outside.
“These are our people. The one
you naturally gravitated toward was
foreign like yourself. Your friends
are not our friends. It isn’t that
we don’t like them, or that they
don’t like us. It’s that we are dif
ferent breeds, always foreign and
distinct from each other. Our wom
en are different. As man, our whole
concept of the duty and conduct of
women is opposed to yours. We
may be wrong, or you may be. It
isn’t a matter of right or wrong,
here—it is a matter of fact. The
things you do shock us, as the
things we do astonish you. Both
are right—each in its own tongue.”
She was silent a long time.
“It’s Graciela you want him to
marry?" she asked slowly.
Don Alvaro shook his head.
“At one time I did. Not now. He
wouldn’t be happy with Graciela. I
want him to marry one of our own
girls who has been educated, as he
has been, in the States, who is alert
and keen and understands in her
mind and heart the problems the
new generation of people on the Is
land is facing.”
CARIBBEAN
CONSPIRACY^
UBRENDA CONRADV
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“I couldn’t live without you,** he
whispered.
He came closer to her.
She got up slowly.
“Why didn’t you say all this
before? I mean, why did you wait
till now? You must have known what
was happening.”
Sharp hot tears pricked her
eye­
lids.
“Yes, I know,” Don Alvaro said
gently. “I knew the morning I saw
you standing beside him at the rail
of the ship. I think I wanted you
both to know that you loved
each other, if only for a little while,
if only to make both of your lives
richer.”
He came over to her and put his
hands gently on her shoulders.
“—Look at me, Anne.”
She looked up, her eyes wide and
sparkling with tears.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said.
There were tears in his eyes, too.
‘2 4211’t want tQ- £££. your wings
clipped and your spirit dulled,
wouldn’t mean to do it. You wouldn’t
mean to hurt us. It’s circumstance.
Go back to your own people and your
own life. This is not it. You could
not understand our needs and our
habits. We could not understand
yours. None of us would be happy.
I don’t want you to answer me now.
I want you to think about it. If you
decide to stay, we will love you, and
be as kind to you as we can. God
bless you, my child.”
Anne clung to Miguel holding her
tightly in his arms, kissing her tear
stained face.
“Oh, darling, I can’t let you go—
I cap’t, I can’t!” she cried.
“1’11 never let you go, Anne,” he
whispered desperately. “Never, my
sweet, never. I love you, dearest—
I love you.”
They were in his car on the beach
across the bay at Palo Secco. The
lights of El Morro dipped, wavering
ribbons on the dark surface of the
water.
For a moment all the concentrated
misery of the past twenty-four hours
was gone, healed by the touch of his
lips, and his arms holding her close
against him.
“You do love me, Anne, don't
you?” he whispered.
“Oh, terribly, Miguel
“I know it will be hard for you, in
lots of ways,” he said gently.
She looked at him quickly then.
He must have realized what was go
ing on in her mind all the time
and if he did, it meant that it must
be going on in his too.
“Miguel! You you’re afraid
too aren’t you?”
Her voice was hardly more than a
whisper.
He didn’t answer for a moment.
Then he said, “I am, a little, Anne.
But not because I wouldn’t always
love you. It’s because you’re you.
I ... I wouldn’t want anything to
happen to you. You’re so lovely
... I wouldn’t want you to be dif
ferent. I wouldn’t want you to be
docile and and domesticated—
and I’m afraid. I wouldn't want
my my family to absorb you,
and make you—”
“And they’d try, wouldn’t
they?”
He sat motionless for a while.
Then he nodded slowly.
“—And I’d rebel and we’d
we’d all be unhappy,” Anne
said gently. jThe pain was eating
at her heart again. And at his.
She could see it in his white set face.
“That’s what you mean, isn’t it,
Miguel?”
“Oh, Anne!” It was a desperate
heartbroken groan as he drew her
to him and buried his head against
her throbbing throat.
She put her hand up and brushed
her trembling fingers against his
dark hair.
“Oh, don’t—please don’t!” she
whispered.
Anne sat on the porch of the Gra
nada. Her bags had gone to the
dock, and she was waiting, her
cheeks pale and her eyes dry at
last, for Miguel to come and take
her to the ship. It had been harder
even than she’d thought. She could
still see him haggard and unhappy,
and still hear his pleading voice
even after they’d both decided his
father was right.
“But we’d always have each oth
er, Anne.” It was the last desperate
plea of his heart. “I love you so.
You’re all I want.”
She shook her head. “It wouldn’t
be enough, for either of us, Miguel.”
And now she was going home.
She’d w’ritten notes to everybody,
even Pete, because she didn’t want
any one to see her, and see she
was unhappy.
Miguel’s car drew up under the
portico. She got in beside him,
leaned her head back and closed her
eyes. Neither of them said any
thing. There was either nothing or
much too much to say.
They crossed the bridge by Fort
San Geronimo, with the brown coral
rocks jutting out across the mouth
of the lagoon like weatherbeaten
lions, and went down the broad
beautiful Avenida Ponce de Leon.
The day was brilliant. The palms
whispering in the soft trade winds
from the ocean seemed almost un
bearably lovely. Miguel turned down
into the crowded dirty streets of the
waterfront and drew up in front of
the dock. Anne put out her hand.
“Don’t come any farther—please.
I can’t bear it,” she said quickly.
“Just say good-by to me here. I’ll
see you again some time.”
“Oh, my dear, please don’t go!”
She closed her eyes, holding tight
ly to his hand. “I’ve got to go.
Good-by. Oh, good-by, Miguel!”
She got out and ran blindly
through the great sacks of sugar
and crowding, shouting hucksters.
The smell of molasses and rum and
coffee and copra followed her up the
gangplank onto the crowded ship.
She found her stateroom, slammed
the door shut and bolted it, threw
herself down on the bed and buried
her face in the pillow. She was still
there when the ship pulled out of the
harbor and the scarred yellow mass
of Fortress El Morro receded slowly
in the distance.
The Santa Isabella steamed slow
ly through the blinding snow. The
dumpy gray-green figure of the Stat
ue of Liberty loomed mistily ahead.
Anne Heywood pulled her beaver
coat closer around her and leaned
against the rail, the icy flakes of
snow sharp against her cheeks. She
was coming home. In a few mo
ments she’d be in New York again.
Her father and mother would be at
th" dock to. ciset ter.,-------
She too« a ueep oreath and wiped
the snow off her long dark lashes.
It was wonderful! It was wonderful
to be cold again, anu smell the
smoke, and hear the low bellow of
fog horns and the sharp high toot of
the tugboats going busily back and
forth. How she’d ever thought for a
minute she could leave it, she didn’t
know. The fifst sharp stinging rain
chilling her bones had done some
thing extraordinary to her. Every
thing had fallen into place with a
flash of breath-taking clarity. She
looked back, a little pain still mov
ing in her heart, her head perfectly
clear again.
Don Alvaro was right. She’d have
been a mess. She’d either have
gone militantly feminist, like the
women of her mother’s day who
picketed the White House, and
chucked her weight about objecting
to customs and manners that didn’t,
to her, make sense, or she’d have
given in. But she wouldn’t have
done that.
But it was funny how quickly the
cold wintry fog had dissolved it all,
like an orchid when the frost
touches it. Though not really. Don
Alvaro was right about that too. It
had got mixed into her, some way,
softening and warming something
that had been too brittle and cold
before. Her spirit was richer than it
had been—she knew better now what
life was about. And there wasn’t
any pain now. She laughed sudden
ly. It was marvelous to be alive
and to be home again.
“I’d better write to Pete, I guess,”
she thought irrelevantly.
The ship nosed into the dock. The
sailors let down the ropes and
slipped the gangplank into place.
Anne ran across to the long ramp,
looking for her father and mother in
the crowd of people waving and
laughing. Suddenly she saw them.
“Angels!” she cried. “Oh gosh,
it’s swell to see you!”
Her mother’s mink coat was cool
and sweet against her face, and her
father’s chin was rough and slightly
stubbly, as it always was by the
end of the day.
“It’s so wonderful to see you!”
Her father blew his nose violent
ly. “There’s a friend of yours around
here somewhere,” he said. “There
he is.”
For a moment Anne stood there,
perfectly still.
“Pete!”
“Hello, Annie,” Captain Peter Wil
cox said.
“—What on earth are you doing
here?”
He grinned.
“I’ve been transferred to Wash
ington. I wasn’t good enough for
the front-line trenches.”
He looked at her intently for a mo
ment. Then he grinned again, took
her arm and elbowed her through
the crowd to the car waiting for
them in the wintry street.
Outside Anne’s home the snow
swirled through the naked branches
of the trees and pelted icily against
the window panes. Anne stood
watching it for a moment. Then
she drew the heavy damask cur
tains together, holding them tightly
an instant before she turned and
came blindly over to the sofa in
front of the blazing log fire. Pete
stood there watching her, the long
ash of his cigarette growing un
noticed between his fingers. Her fa
ther and mother had gone upstairs.
Anne stood staring down at the leap
ing, crackling flames.
Suddenly Pete jerked his cigarette
into the fire and took a quick stride
toward her. He stood for a moment
looking down at the bright bent
golden head. Then he raised his
hands and gripped her arms.
“Anne,” he said. “Look at me,
Anne.”
She shook her head. Everything
inside her had dissolved into a liquid
agonizing fire at the strong sure
touch of his hands, and the new de
termined iron in his voice.
“I can’t, Pete—I can’t,” she whis
pered.
He drew her to him and held her
hard and tight against him, his lips
hot against her hair. Then he raised
her head and kissed her lips. She
clung to him desperately.
“Oh, Pete! What a fool I was!
Don’t let me go ever, ever!”
The tears sprang clear from her
long curling lashes and poured down
her cheeks. He held her close in
his arms, kissing them away.
“You’re mine, Anne you’ve
always been mine. I couldn’t live
without you,” he whispered. “My
sweet, my sweet.”
“Oh, Pete! What if I’d done it?
What if I but I wouldn’t have,
I’m sure I wouldn’t. I’d have known
... I must have known all the
time. Because when I wrote the let
ter to Mother and Dad I kept think
ing about you. And I ... I didn’t
send it. It’s always been you, real
ly.”
“I wouldn’t have let you,” Pete
said huskily. “I knew after I left
you that day that I hadn’t thrown
my hand in. It was because I’d
been wrong about Valera, I guess.
I don’t know. I knew I still had a
chance when you came to me the
night before all that business. You’d
have thought of him first if you’d
really been in love with him. He’s
a swell guy—but you belong to me,
Annie. You always have, and you
always will.”
She moved away a little, still hold
ing tightly to his arms, and looked
around her slowly. Then she looked
back at him.
“Don Alvaro was right,” she said
softly. “This is where I belong.”
He took her in his arms again.
“This is where you belong, Annie.
And don’t ever forget it.”
He kissed her gently on the lipa,
smiling down into her eyes.
“That’s what I meant,” Anne said.
She buried her face against his
shoulder. “Oh, Pete! Thanks for
being so ... so patient and so
sweet!”
[THE END1
More than 2,500,000 trees were
planted in Ohio last spring. That
number of trees would make a forest
of 3,000 acres. White and red pine,
black locust, and tulip poplar were
the most popular tree species.
THE BLUFFTOX NEWS, BLUFFTON, OHIO
Bronco busting, trick roping and
fancy horsemanship in a gala West
ern background, thrilled a crowd of
approximately 2,500 persons who
turned out for Bluffton’s first rodeo
last Sunday afternoon at Schmidt’s
showgrounds.
Warm weather with the tang of
early fall and the cheery rays of
the sun provided a perfect setting
for the four-hour show put on by
nearly 100 horsemen and horsewom
en clad in colorful cowboy garb.
A crowd of almost overflow pro
portions lined the big field arena
four rows deep, and temporary
bleachers were jammed long before
the rodeo proper got underway.
Altho it was not a professional
show except for Montana Meachey,
there was not a single dull moment
in the afternoon’s program. Good
horses and good horsmanship by dis
trict riders was the most outstanding
feature of the program.
Nearly 20 acts were included on
the rodeo bill, featuring bronco
“busting,” steer riding, calf roping,
knife throwing, stunt riding, relay
racing, novelty races, riding of buck
ing mules and an exhibition of west
ern stock horses.
More than $150 in war bonds and
stamps were awarded to winners of
the various events. Sponsors of the
rodeo were the Bluffton Saddle Horse
club, the Bluffton Sportsmen’s club
and 44 local merchants and firms.
Ten per cent of the net proceeds
will be donated to the Red Cross,
with the balance going to the two
non-profit organizations that sponsor
ed the affair.
See Here, Private Hargrov e
The smash-hit book of army
humor that has set the nation
‘ag°g- {The hilarious episodes
of a Buck Private.)
Serially In This Newspaper
The show was directed by Roy
Armorsville
Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Moore called on
Mrs. Leona Stettler Sunday afternoon.
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Matter spent
Saturday night and Sunday at the
Chas. Montgomery home. Sunday P.
M. callers were Mr. and Mrs. A. D.
Gratz and Diana Miller.
Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Hefner called
Friday evening at the Ervin Moser
home.
Mrs. Daisy Steinbrenner spent the
week-end at the W. J. Moore home.
Mr. and Mrs. O. P. Hartman called
on Mrs. Dora Hartman Saturday e
vening.
Mr. and Mrs. Howard Hoover, Mrs.
Ervin Moser and son Morris and
daughter Rosella and Mrs. Victoria
McCarty called at the Chas. Zerantie
home in Lima.
Tommy Zerantie returned home
Sunday after spending some time with
his grandparents Mr. and Mrs. Ervin
Moser.
Mr. and Mrs. Roily Moser and son
were Thursday dinner guests of the
Levi Hauenstein home.
Cpl. Max McCafferty is spending a
nine day furlough with his parents
Mr. and Mrs. Carl McCafferty.
Mr. and Mrs. O.P. Hartman called
at the Cecil Hartman home.
Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Moore called at
the C. E. Klingler home Sunday even
ing.
Statement
Statement of the ownership, management,
editorship, etc., of The Bluffton News, pub
lished at Bluffton. Ohio, required by the Act
of August 24, 1912:
Publisher—The Bluffton News Publishing 4
Printing Co., .Bluffton, Ohio.
Editor—C. A. Biery. Bluffton, Ohio.
Managing Editor—C. A. Biery, Bluffton,
Ohio.
Business Manager— B. F. Biery, Bluffton,
Ohio.
Owners—B. F. Biery. Fred Getties, It. L.
Triplett, Etta Biery. Leona Getties, all of
Bluffton, Ohio.
Bondholders, mortgagees and other security
holders—None.
C. A. Biery, Editor.
Sworn to and subscribed before me this 27th
day of September 1943.
W. F. lutxi. Notary Public.
The 1943 sweet clover seed of 463,
000 bushels is the smallest harvest
since 19^2.
BEGINNING NEXT ISSUE
Bronco Busting, Trick Roping, Fancy
Riding Enjoyed By 2500 At Rodeo
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Rogers, Leland Frantz, Forest Herr,
Arthur Swank, Millard Herr, Ray
Patterson and other directors and of
ficers of both sponsoring clubs.
Winners of prizes were:
Steer Riding—1st, Dude Rainey,
Rawson 2nd, Hoza Gonzales, Santa
Fe., N. M. 3rd, Cisco Cole, Findlay.
Potato race—1st, Don Severns,
Findlay.
Ladies Musical Pad—1st, Miss An
na Dukes, Pandora.
Calf roping—1st, Doc Pearson, of
Findlay 2nd, Dale Wilkinson, Tiffin
3rd, Alvin Worden, Findlay.
Men’s Western Stock Horse Class—
1st, Don Pearson, Findlay 2nd, Joe
Harrison, Toeldo 3rd, Dale Wilkin
son, Tiffin.
Box Race for Ladies—1st, Mrs.
Leland Frantz 2nd, Mary Fickle,
Lima 3rd, Louise Kleinhentz, Mc
Comb.
Bronco Riding—1st, Hoza Gonzal
es, Collection Prize.
Barrel Run—1st, Alven Worden 2nd.
Tom Sules, Wapakoneta 3rd, L. S.
Wisner, N. Baltimore.
Men’s Musical Pad—1st, Dale Wil
kinson, Tiffin.
Women’s Stock Horse Class—1st,
Eldora Harp, Toledo 2nd, Jean
Dukes, Pandora 3rd, Alma Woess
mer, N. Baltimore.
Stunt Riding—1st, Dale Wilkinson,
Tiffin 2nd, Montana Meechey 3rd,
Jimmie Klingler, Bluffton.
Bronco Riding—1st Hoza Gonsales,
Santa Fe, N. M. 2nd Harold Spead
man, Van Wert, 3rd, Joe Baker, Ok
lahoma City, Okla.
Relay Race—1st Joe Burcher, To
ledo, 2nd, Don Severns, Findlay.
By Malcolm Basinger and Dean
Ferguson
Troops 82 and 56 held a joint
skating party at the Bluffton Roller
Rink Monday night, with Scoutmast
ers of the two troops in charge of
the evening’s program. There were
plenty of spills and fun galore, with
the party closing with the Pledge of
Allegiance, the Scout Oath and the
Scoutmaster’s benediction.
At next week’s meeting of Troop
56, badges received at the Court of
Honor will be presented to the scouts
who earned them.
Troop 82 will hold a biciycle hike
at next Monday’s meeting.
Hogging down corn reduces har
vest costs.
Pandora
Vincent Schumacher, a student of
Indiana Technical School, Ft. Wayne,
spent the week end with his parents,
Mr. and Mrs. William Schumacher.
Mr. and Mrs. Francis Kempf are
the parents of a baby daughter born
at the Bluffton hospital, Monday
morning.
Mrs. Leo Shank of Portland, Ind.
visited her mother, Mrs. Regina Lem
ley over the week end.
Mrs. Charles Lemley is visiting
her husband this week in Georgia
where he is stationed.
Leonard Steffen of the Great Lakes
Naval Training school is spending
a ten day furlough at his home
here.
Mr. and Mrs. Alvin Lehman visit
ed Mr. and Mrs. Richard Lehman
and daughter in Algonac, Mich., over
the week end.
Mr. and Mrs. L. S. Hatfield and
daughter, Joan and Mr. and Mrs. C.
D. Steiner spent the week end with
their sons, Shirl Hatfield and Richard
Steiner at Camp Ellis, Ill.
Mrs. Harold Welty of Woodburn,
Ind., and Lysle Steiner of the Ft.
Wayne Bible Institute spent the week
end in the home of their parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Ed Steiner.
Mr. and Mrs. Harold Thorpe of
Ann Arborv Mich., have been visit
ing in the home of her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Roy Cook. Mrs. Thorpe
was formerly Miss Justine Cook.
Chester McBride had a public sale
of his belongings Saturday afternoon.
His home was recently bought by
Ray Shiedler.
Mrs. Franklin Rodabaugh, daught
er of Dr. and Mrs. H. A. Niswaader
was hired to fill a science vacancy in
our high school.
Ben and Elmer Burry, are having
a slaughter house erected on a piece
of land bought from Barton Suter.
A large crowd is expected to see
the annual football game Friday eve
between the Pandora Feetwings ond
the Bluffton Pirates. Pandora has
won all of its games played so far
this season.
Pleasant View
Mr. and Mrs. Robert McVey of
Chanute Field, Ill., spent the week
end with her parents, Mr. and Mrs.
C. J. Whisler.
Mrs. Alice Settlage and daughter
of New Knoxville spent the week end
with her sister, Mrs. Marden Basing
er and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Lester Bame and
family of Jenera, Mrs. Fannie Keller,
Lance Keller and Mrs. Florence Kel­
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PAGE SEVEN
ler and daughter Ruth of Findlay
called on Mrs. Kenneth Keller and
little daughter and Mr. and Mrs.
Wm. Habegger, Sunday afternoon.
Ralph Waltz of Fort Dix, N. J.,
spent a seven-day furlough with his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Levi Waltz.
Mrs. Marion Forney of Forest
spent Thursday with her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Ray Harris.
Mrs. Allen Wilson, who has spent
the summer with her husband has
returned to the home of her par
ents, Mr. and Mrs. Levi Waltz and
is employed at the Meter Works at
Bluffton.
NOTICE TO RIDDERS
1. Sealeil Bid* will be icceived by the Clerk
of the Board of Public Affairs of the Village
of Bluffton, Ohio, unfit 12 O'CLOCK NOON
EASTERN STANDARD Time Friday Octo
ber Sth. 1943 for furnishing one turbine type
deep well water pump complete with motor,
having a capacity of pumping not less than
300 GPM against a head of 80 ft. Tht» mo
tor i» to be 220 volts, 60 cycles. 3 phase. 1800
RPM.
Complete s$ecifications are on file at the
Office of the Clerk of the Board of Public
Affairs.
Bids also will be received for approximately
1600 feet (Lineal) of 6 inch Cast Iron Pipe
or TRANSITE to be used in construction of
this water service.
2. Bids shall state price for materia] de
li ver. si F. O. B. Bluffton, Ohio: shall be en
closed in a sealed envelope marked ‘’Bid for
Water Works Improvements.”
3. Each bid shall contain the full name of
every person or company interested in the
same, and shall be accompanies! by a certi
fied check drawn upon a solvent bank in a
sum equal to ten per cent of the bid as a
guarantee that if bid is accepted a contract
will be entered into and its t»erformance prop
erty secured. Should the bid be rejected such
check will be returned.
1. The Board reserves the right to reject
anv or all bids and to waive all informalities.
5. The contract will be awarded to the low
est and best bidder.
6. Unsolicited alternate bids will not be
considered by the Board.
By order of the Board of Public Af­
fairs of the Village of Bluffton. Ohio.
24 E. 8. Hauenstein, Clerk.
LOCAL AND LONG
DISTANCE HAULING
Every Load Insured
STAGER BROS.
Bluffton. Ohio
For Vigor and Health—
include meat in your menu.
Always ready to serve you.
Bigler Bros.
Fresh and Salt Meats
DEKALB
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Old Customers Re-order
Year after Year
More DeKalb Hybrid
Seed Corn is Grown than
any other one kind
ORDER YOUR
DEKALB HYBRID SEED CORN
from
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