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MIDLAND JOURNAL, RISING SUN, MD. 1 HILLTOPS CLEAR I | ...By EMILIE WRING... J P. If OooyrlKht by The Penn Publishing Co. . WNU Bwrvka - fJL— MM - - ————• ———————™*——— CHAPTER I The automobile lurched over deeply rutted roeds. When it didn't lurch. It skidded. A cold, bone-penetrating fog transformed trees into ghostly giants, houses into weird dwarfs and filled the world. Moisture dripped from twigs and branches. The faint far moan of a buoy drifted through the grayness with melancholy monotony. The smell of the sea crept behind the slackly fastened side curtains of the car. The lean, angular driver stopped the engine and climbed out. “What is the matter, Mr. Puffer?'' Prudence Schuyler inquired from the cavernous gloom of the back seat. “Tires leaky. Guess they’ll hold out till we get there, though.” His passenger valiantly swallowed an exclamation of concern. She patted encouragement on the hand of the woman beside her. She really needed someone to pull her spirit out of the pit of depression, she told herself. A motor purred alongside. “That you. Si? What’s the matter? Tire trouble? Flat?” The voice was hollow, muffled, a man’s voice. Shut within the cur tained car, Prudence could see nothing but the uncanny mist. “ “Tain’t fiat yet.” From the gruffness of his answer she judged that Mr. Puffer did not care for the person who had hailed him. “Has the girl come?” There was eagerness In the ques tion, a hint of anxiety, more than a hint of arrogance. If the wheel un der her could talk, she would have said that its shake was warning her to keep quiet, Prudence decided. “Gorry-me, you wouldn’t expect city folks to come to the country In this storm, would you? Whatta mean is, guess she’ll get to the red brick house ’bout tomorrow.” The red brick house! Her house! The voice in the fog was inquiring for her, Prudence Schuyler! Why had Mr. Puffer evaded the question? She watched him as he resumed his seat. “Phone me the minute she arrives, Si.” A grunt from the man at the wheel was the only response. A red tail light shot into the golden mist of its own powerful headlights and dwindled to a spark. Prudence leaned forward. “Was that voice, which sounded like a de mon of the fog, inquiring for me, Mr. Puffer?” “Yep.” “Why did you sidetrack him? Why tell him that I was arriving tomor row?” “Gorry-me, you wait an’ you’ll see, Miss Schuyler. Whatta mean Is, by tomorrow you’ll have kinder got yer bearln’s an’ll know what to say. Len Calloway’ll tie you up tight to him, If he can.” “Tie me up I You’re not alluding to a matrimonial tie by any chance, are you?” The driver looked back. “Glad to hear you laugh. When I met you at the station, I was afraid you was go ing to break out cryin’. It sure is a mean night for you to arrive. Not much further to go. We’re passing the Gerard place now.” It was evident that he considered the voice In the fog a closed incident. Couldn’t he feel that she was fairly tingling with curiosity? Prudence asked herself. She had better seem indifferent She said lightly. “I’m glad to know there is some thing tangible to pass.” “’Tnln’t always like this; just wait till the sun shines. Gerard is your neighbor on the east, that is, if you can call it being a neighbor when the houses are two miles apart. His folks come down only for the summer, but I reckon youVe come to stay, judgin’ by the truck load of stuff I carted up to the red brick house the other day.” For no reason she could explain to herself, Prudence Schuyler evaded an answer. With the intention of turning the driver’s attention from her affairs, she suggested: “Tell ate about the Gerard family.” Her ruse succeeded. “I’ll tell you about the Gerards; perhaps 'twill take your mind off the rough going. The estate, which Includes plane landing field, golf links, mountain streams, an’ ’bout two miles of pond shore besides the sea front, belongs to Rod Gerard. His name’s Rodney, but the towns people call him Rod. He’s one of those rich fellers you read about who fly airplanes, own a string of polo ponies, an’ have a vally to bring up their breakfast, crease their pants, an’ lay out their pink silk pajamas— but he ain’t a bit stuck-up.” “Sounds like a first family of Holly- L wood.” 1 “Whatta mean is, folks here think a r lot of Rod, but he has an older brother Walter an’ that brother has a wife. Walt was the son by old man Gerard’s first marriage; that wife didn’t have any money, neither did he. After she died, Gerard, who was a handsome, gifted man, married an heiress and Rod’s their child. They built a house of stone and oak on a high ledge; that’s the name of the place—High lisdgci. w “It has a sort of approach-lf-you dare sound.” “As I was sayln’, Rod’s mother loved every inch of the land, turned abandoned quarry holes Into gardens. She and her husband are burled in one of them. Old man Gerard died, then she went several years ago, and Rod — well. Rod was Just out of law school and crazy about flying when he came into a big fortune; perhaps you’ve met fellers like that.” “Just like that!” Prudence concurred bitterly, and hoped in the next second that the man had not noticed the sting In her voice. “He didn’t show up here for two years after he lost his mother. Then last June he opened the place, and who’d he bring with him but Walt Gerard and his wife and little girl. Walt lit out pretty quick, but the Mrs. seized the reins of management and how she did drive. She's one of them women who’s so busy helpin’ God run his world that she lets her own folks get along as best they can. She’s all a-twltter, winks one of her cold blue eyes when she thinks she’s bein’ smart; before you’ve been talkin’ to her five minutes, she’ll lug in a re mark about ‘my cousin, the ambassa dor.’ She kept the house full of com pany all summer, young folks, but the girls were so homely they’d have stopped even one of them electric clocks which is supposed to run for ever. She’s a wise one.” Prudence temporarily forgot the fog, the reason for her coming. “I hadn’t supposed there were any ‘homely girls’ now, they know so well how to look like a million. Why is Mrs. Walter Gerard wise? Not be cause she doesn’t care for beauty?” “Whatta mean Is, Walt, her hus band, is handsome as a movie actor. She is tall, with horses’ teeth and a kind of horse-shaped face. Guess she was handsome once —the women here say she’s a nifty dresser —must have been or Walt never would have mar ried her. He —well, he knows where the corn crib is. Their kid is thirteen years old. She’s cute, but that curi ous that folks lock up everything when they see her coming. Rod’s aw ful good to her and she worships him. The Walt Gerards haven’t much money. Rod gives them an Income. That’s another reason his sister-in law doesn’t want pretty girls around. ’Twould upset her apple cart terrible if he should marry.” “Has Mr. Rodney Gerard no mind of his own?” “Yes —yes, he has, but since his mother passed away, Rod’s kinder lazy; besides, he’s got the idea some girl will marry him for his money.” Puffer’s voice deepened with affec tionate anxiety. “You see, he has all he can spend. This is, I’m guessing so. Perhaps he thinks, why should I work now an’ take a Job from some one else? “Here we are, Miss Schuyler, this is. your uncle’s place. I forgot; it’s yours now. Sorry you had such a tough night to arrive.” He stopped the car In the road be fore brick gateposts and sounded a lugubrious horn. In response, the house door opened and let out a stream of yellow light; a soft, cush iony voice called: “That you. Si?” “That’s Mother —my wife,” Puffer explained, as he unfastened the cur tains on Prudence’s side of the car. He helped her out,' then extended a bony hand to the gaunt woman who seemed to unfold like an extension ladder as she stepped cautiously to the ground. Prudence Schuyler’s throat tightened as she blinked at the red brick house she had Inherited. Its white trim, its hooded doorway glowed faintly through the fog with a sort of phosphorescence. A woman, designed on the feather bed plan, with an extra chin or two in the best Rembrandt manner, greeted her in the hall. She looked quickly away from the girl’s face, patted her arm with motherly understanding. “Come right in and wash and take off your hat. Supper’s all ready, dearie. When yoq get something to eat, things’ll look different. Life can seem awful dark and dreary on an empty stomach.” Prudence achieved a smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Puffer. This is Jane Mack, who has come to help me keep house. She has been a standby in our family since the first day she came to make little girl frocks for me. Will you tell her where to find things, please?” As the two women disappeared. Prudence lingered in the hall, slipped out of her rain coat, pulled off her close turban. She entered the room on her right Her brown eyes, already black from emotion, dilated as she saw herself reflected in the long old fashioned pier glass between the win dows. “Not too bad.” She made a gamin face at the looking-glass girl, before she turned to inspect her surroundings. The room was cozy, homey. Her spirit stirred damp wings. Her back to-the-farm venture might not prove the flop it had seemed a few moments ago. The dining room was cheery with crackling logs In the Franklin fire place when ahe entered a few mo- mV————■■ ments later. A huge platter of savory beef stew, garnished with fluffy white dumplings flanked by piles of plummy brown bread, gave out an appetizing aroma. For the first time she had left New York Prue’s heart felt warm. “Oh, how tempting! Come, Macky, aren’t you starved? Mrs. Puffer, won’t you sit with us and serve? It will seem more homey to have you here.” Stark, thln-llpped Jane Mack, her high cheek bones flaunting red flags of excitement, took her seat with an air of being about to commit a social blunder. The rosy-faced stout woman plumped Into her chair with a con tented sigh. “Dearie, I’ll do just that.” After an Interval devoted to serving and eat ing, she sympathized: “Hope you didn’t mind the trip from the railroad station. Seven miles Isn’t far, but It’s a long way to drive over a strange road In a fog.” “Only seven 1 I thought It must at least have been a thousand.” The satisfying food was > ringing up the curtain of depression. “That Is un grateful when Mr. Puffer diverted our thoughts by most Interesting descrip tions of our neighbors.” Jane Mack made her one contribu tion to the conversation. “Do you have movies here, Mrs. Puffer?” “Three times a week In the village. Prudence Schuyler’s Throat Tight ened at She Blinked at the Red Brick House She Had Inherited. The manager tries to show the Aims people want to see.” “Does he?” Jane Mack’s eyes snapped. "I love mystery and gangster pictures.” Prudence gazed at the thin face In speechless amazement. She had known the woman almost all her life, but had she been taking her to a pic ture, she would have selected one with de luxe settings and smart frocks. How little one could tell what was going on in a person’s mind, even the mind of someone near and dear. She said aloud: “Now we'H help clear away and do the dishes.” “Not you, dearie. You go Into what your uncle called the living room, and set. If Miss Mack wants to lend a hand, perhaps she’ll be more content ed to be busy.” Curled In the depths of a wing chair before the purring fire, Prudence looked about the room—indubitably a man’s room —which almost over night had become hers. It had the musty smell of furniture drenched with stale tobacco smoke. There was an air of mystery about the closed secretary. When her uncle had last sat at that desk, had he felt the faint far breath of eternity blowing toward him? Her Interested eyes wandered on. Above the mantel hung the one picture the room presented: a delicately col ored engraving of Franklin at the court of France. Benjamin, stage cen ter, bent his head to receive a wreath from the gorgeously appareled Count ess Polinac; while from a divan, Louis the Sixteenth and Marie An toinette looked on with royal Indiffer ence. They all had been real once, the girl mused; they had held their heads high while their hearts broke, they had smiled through tragedy, while she, with youth, health, opportunity, and her brother, had fairly wallowed In self-pity these last few weeks. She sprang to her feet. “I’ll make a vow, now, that from this moment I foreswear self-pity. I will regard this experience at —at—what shall I name the place which has a lift to It? I know 1 Prosperity farm 1 Grand I—at Prosperity farm as an adventure which will lead to health for David and great, good fortune. “I thought I was coming to n tread mill of endless monotonies, and with in the first hour a hollow voice—which set little merry pranks pricking through my veins—rumbles through the fog: “‘Has the girl come?’ “Meaning me. Why does the man want to know the moment I arrive? Why will he try to ‘tie me up tight * , ;.* ". to him’? That was an Interesting bit of biography Mr. Puffer volunteered about .our neighbors. I’m willing to wager my first crop of chickens that I shall detest the Gerard heir. Rich playboy. I have no Illusions about his type. If I meet him, I’ll be colder than an electric Ice-box running on high. Also something tells me that Mrs. Walt and I will be antagonistic from the start. Maybe, though, I won’t meet her; maybe she won’t see her farming neighbor even as a dot on her social horizon.” • “Miss Prue, I’m ready to go up now,” lean, lank Jane Mack announced from the threshold. “Mrs. Puffer showed me where to find the supplies. I guess she’ll be a good neighbor. Wish I hadn't seen that procession In my tea cup, though.” “Now, Macky, don’t look for trouble In tea grounds; haven’t we had enough fairly sitting In our laps these last weeks without hunting out more? Come on up, let’s see the rest of the house.” Interest In Prue’s eyes glowed Into excited anticipation as they went from room to room. “Macky, think of having a whole house In which to spread out after years In an apartment! We’ll make it a dream. We will warm it with color till It makes hearts glow just to come into it.” A faint pink crept under the wom an’s skin. Her washed-out eyes shone with a lovely light. “You’ll make hearts glow all right, Miss Prue. Your brother said to me just before we left the apartment, ‘l’m not afraid for Prue. She’ll make a home wherever she Is. She’s like her mother.’ ’’ Prue slipped her hand within the crook of the woman’s thin arm and for an Instant pressed her cheek against her hard shoulder. “I suppose there isn’t a person In this village who doesn’t know that my brother's wife ran away with my sis ter’s husband,” she said In a muffled voice. “There, there, Miss Prue, suppose they do? Twasn’t your brother David's fault nor your sister Julie’s. If folks here know about It at all, they know that. If you make too much of it, they may think there’s something back of it all you’re ashamed of. I know folks.” Prudence smiled and patted the woman’s bony hand before she entered the room she had selected for herself. Long after she had extinguished the light, she lay with wide-open eyes staring at the fog which hung like a curtain of gray gauze before the wide open window. She watched the steamy fringe of water dripping from the win dow as she lived over the last weeks. As If his heart had not been sufficient ly uprooted by the desertion and tragic death of his wife, David, whose health had been undermined by service over seas, had been ordered to give up work and live in the country. The country! The Inexorable com mand had staggered her at first. How could they go with no money for liv ing? When the crash had come In their fortunes six months before, she had opened a studio and had worked professionally at what had been a de lightful avocation —the craft of de signer and maker of jewelry and silver boxes. Each month had seen an in crease in the number and Importance of her orders; then had come the com mand to go to the country, which had meant that she must give up her shop. While she was struggling with her problems and doggedly assuring her self that she would find away to re lieve the situation, away opened, but not from her effort Her father’s brother, Austin Schuyler, had Invested part of his small fortune In an an nuity, then had made the dream of years come true by buying and stock ing a Maine farm with the remainder. For the first time In his life, he had said, he had what he wanted —and then one morning he didn’t waken. He had willed the Maine property and five thousand dollars In cash to his niece Prudence. TO BE CONTINUED. Cleopatra, Dark Queen of Egypt, Maybe a Blond According to the popular belief, Cleopatra was a brunette, and Is fre quently referred to as “the dark queen of Egypt.” But historical sources do not supply positive evidence as to her actual complexion, notes a writer In the Cleveland Plain Dealer. She was a Greek by ancestry, and Egyptian only by birth. So far as records go, she had no Egyptian blood In her veins. It Is supposed the Ptolemies remained pure Macedonian Greeks, and their capital, Alexandria, was the center of Greek rather than Egyptian culture. Cleo patra, therefore, must be regarded as a Macedonian type, and the dark skin and hair of the native Egyptian afford no clew as to her complexion. Many Greeks were dark complexioned, but white skin, fair hair and blue eyes were not uncommon among the Mace donians. One of Cleopatra’s ancestors, Ptol emy Philadelphus, Is described by Theocritus as having light hajr and a fair complexion. tigggSS) I byV n ”* WyWn C public LeJ* r I The Great Express Com pany Robbery IT WAS In the early eighties that on of the cleverest crooks In the coun try stood outside of the wired enclos ure of an Adams express office and looked longingly at a package of bank notes on a shelf beyond his reach. It was near the noon hour and most of the clerks were preparing to gc out for lunch. The crook noticed that some of them wore linen dusters and that when they left the enclosure they doffed these of fice coats and tossed them to one side It did not take this gentleman long to come to his determination. The door leading to the enclosure was partly opened. He slipped inside and, tossing hts hat Into a corner, hastily put on an Ink-smeared linen duster that had beeD discarded. He stuck a pen behind his ear and In that guise readily resembled one of the regular clerks. He was In the enclosure less than a minute, and when he departed he carried with him a package of bonds which was estimated to be worth $lO,- 000. A few days after this It was report ed that a man entered one of the old est and wealthiest banks in the city of Philadelphia, and by means of a sharpened umbrella pulled out a pack age of money from behind one of the grilled windows and made his escape with It. The sum was placed at SI,OOO, but that was the least part of It. The audacity of the theft was what caused consternation In the financial district. If such things were possible, then no institution would be safe. These two cases were much talked about, and they were especially inter esting to Francis Kelly, the famous bank detective who patroled the finan cial district In Philadelphia and wh< se beat Included the custom house, the sub-treasury and the famous banking house of Drexel & Co., the Philadel phia branch of Drexel, Morgan Sc Co. Kelly was not only a keen student of human nature, but he knew the ways of the get-rlch-quick members of the criminal fraternity. He discussed the matter with one of his associates. “I’d be willing to stake my reputa tion on the fact that both of these jobs were done by Chauncey John son,” he said. “I know his methods like a book and I don’t know another man In the United States who could have pulled them off as neatly as Johnson.” Kelly had been In the United States secret service and had also been chief of detectives In Philadelphia, but at that time was in the employ of the houses In the financial district. He acted, as he often said, as a "preventive.” The bank crooks knew that he was on the job there, and as a consequence they gave that section a pretty wide berth. But the moth will hover around the flame, and one morning Kelly noticed a rather striking-looking man In the neighborhood of the Drexel bank. The detective watched him for some moments, and presently the man en tered the portals of the bank. Kelly walked up to him and touched him on the shoulder. “Good-morning, Chauncey,” he said familiarly, “what are you doing here?” “I don’t know you,” was the gruff reply, “and that’s not my name.” “Why,” was the cheerful reply, “ev erybody knows Chauncey Johnson, and I’m somebody.” It was impossible to brazen It out any longer, and the famous bank rob ber admitted his Identity. He Insisted, however, that he had no evil Intentions on this particular bank and had walked in for the purpose of looking at the large oil painting of the founder of the house. The explanation was accepted, but the man was tnken into custody and lodged In the city hall. Later he was escorted to New York, whevi It was said that he was wanted for lit Adams Express company rob bery. The moral Is that it is dangerous to take too many chances —even If you are at the head of your profession. WNU Service. Science Witnesses Evolution Scientists are now permitted to see evolution in actual progress because of the discovery of red quail on. a southern game preserve. This brick red specimen of the ordinary bob white is exactly like the rest of the family except as to color. This sub species breeds true to color even when mated with the usual brown and white birds. It is the first time that natural evolution has ever been witnessed and consequently scientists are keeping a close watch on the birds. —Pathfinder Magazine. New Sleeping Luxury Celba fiber, the product of a tropical tree already widely used for insulating purposes, now bids fair to replace wool and down in the manufacture of bod quilts and comforters. Tests have proven it to be 22 per cent more effi cient than wool for this purpose 1 and as light in weight as the softest down. In addition this material is said to be naturally moth-proof and resistant to odors and does not have a tendency tc “ball up” in the cleaning process as do ordinary comfortable fillers. EXPERT SUMS UP FORMIDABLE LIST OF EYE DEFECTS Mnny a driver wlio sees clearly, so far as he Is aware, and who pays attention to the road still finds driv ing a car hazardous business. Such man will be Interested In what Dr. Alvah It. Lauer, of lowa State college, says about the physical short comings of apparently normal people. Clarity of vision Is merely one of the qualities of normal eyesight. A secondary quality Is width of the field of vision. Normally, a person looking straight ahead detects the presence of a car when It pulls up beside him, but some do not become aware of It until It moves ahead. Ex treme sufferers from narrow vision are said to possess tunnel vision, but many persons have less than the nor mal field of 185 to 105 degrees and do not suspect the fact. Depth of vision also Is necessary to safe driving. This means that the man behind the wheel must not only be able to see a car In the road but must be aware of whether It Is traveling with him, standing still, or coming toward him, and approximately how fast. Depth perception Is linked with another point, eye dominance. Many people who get headaches when they are tired do so because they are seeing out of only one eye, although they do not know It. Two eyes are needed for three-dimension sight. Color blindness Is a common and widely recognized fault. Another thing needed for safe driving Is strength In the hands for emergency use; there must also be the ability to judge speed of movement, and the right amount of nwareness to sudden noise. All these and many other abilities are part of every person’s makeup In varying degrees. 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