El democrata del condado de Costilla. [volume], July 02, 1938, Image 2

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SYNOPSIS
The congregation of the Old White Church
In Locust Hill turns out in full force to look
over the new preacher. Dr. Jonathan Far
well. and there is much speculation among
the communicants as to what sort of man
he will be. Cassius Brady, treasurer of the
church, had recommended Dr. Farwell for
the post after hearing his baccalaureate ser
mon at the graduation of Dale Farwell. his
son. who is a geologist. Brady's daughter
Lenora interests Dale, who lives alone with
his father. Dr. Farwell meets the members
of his congregation personally, accepts their
tributes, but refuses to be impressed by the
banker's family, the Marblestones, whose
daughter Evelyn obviously sets her cap for
Dale. Meanwhile the women of the town
are curious about the mystery of the Far
wells' womanless housekeeping. In the pri
vacy of his room Dale has enshrined a pic
ture of a beautiful woman, inscribed In
childish lettering "Elaine.” The Marble
stones invite the Farwells to dinner with
Cassius Brady. At the dinner Evelyn mo
nopolizes Dale. He tells her he has only
one friend in Locust Hill, and she is Lee
Brady. Marblestone bluntly quizzes Farwell
about his womanless menage. Brady ad
mits that the housekeeping arrangements
are temporary. Constable Kerney is per
turbed by the arrival on the train of a
suspicious-looking little man and shadows
him. He Is further mystified when the
stranger goes to the parsonage. There the
newcomer is warmly greeted as "Pink"
Mulgrew and takes up his duties as house
keeper, adding to the town’s speculation.
Dale calls on the Bradys.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
“I'm so glad to see you again,’'
was Lee’s frank greeting.
“Maybe I’m not glad to see you!”
replied Dale.
Then the “nicest person,” wel
coming the caller from her big chair
beside the glowing fire. Dale’s heart
went out to Mrs. Brady at sight.
A delicate woman with snowy hair
framing a young face. Dark eyes
like Lee’s. Gentle voiced.
‘‘l feel as if we were old friends,
Mr. Farwell,” she explained, as
Dale held her slender fingers in his
warm clasp. “Lenora and Mr. Bra
dy have told me about you.”
“We are,” he assured her. “And
just how long have you been in
town?” he demanded of Lee.
“Two whole days. Our trip lasted
longer than we expected. We didn’t
know you were here until Daddy
told us. I was sure you would be
at school.”
“I was. Stayed there long enough
to make sure you weren’t regis
tered. Then 1 decided to look you
up. You told me I could, you know. ”
“Lenora should have returned,”
Mrs. Brady interposed. “I don’t i
know where she got the idea she
must stay here to look after me.
It’s quite ridiculous.” Her hand
stole out and rested upon Lee’s.
“She's a stubborn child. Like her
father. They both spoil me.”
“Of course they do.” Dale could
understand that.
“Isn’t she adorable?” Lee asked,
after Mrs. Brady left the room. She
slipped down into the chair her
mother had vacated.
“She certainly is. I wonder if you
know how lucky you are.”
“Of course I do. Now tell me
about things. Out in the great wide
open spaces. And don’t skip any
details.”
They talked about the university
town. The installation of the new
president there. Prospects of a win
ning football team.
“When will you be leaving
again?” Lee asked.
“I haven’t made up my mind.
You know, I don’t have to go until
after New Year’s. I like it here.
The place interests me a lot.”
“I know.” That quick little turn
of the head Dale remembered. “And
I understand that you have been
very busy.”
“Not very. Puttering around. Get
ting in a little golf and things. I’ve
been studying, too. Exploring
around here. And I’ve wanted to
help father all I could. Getting the
place settled. You know.”
4 “Of course,” Lee agreed soberly.
“Being a minister’s son must be
quite a responsibility. What have
you been studying? I didn’t suppose
we had much geology around here.
That’s your hobby, isn’t it?”
“It’s my job—or going to be. To
tell you the truth, I’ve been getting
a kick out of the past history here.
I never lived in a place before
where things like that happened. Al
ways had a yen for Colonial his
tory and you run into tablets here
everywhere you turn. Do you know
Thomas Brown?”
“You mean Miss Abbie’s broth
■er?”
‘‘That’s the chap. Looks like a
musty old parchment. But he sure
knows his stuff. He’s given me a
lot of dope and I've been checking
it up in the field. I had to amuse
myself in some way until you came
home.”
“And then I had to call you up.
It’s all right. I don’t blame you a
bit ”
It waß growing dusky in the room
and the fire was low. But Dale
knew the brown eyes were laughing
■t him.
“Go on,” he encouraged. “What
are you thinking about now?”
' ? was wondering why you hadn’t
* ec * *° k e a minister like your
father. You’ll be spending all your
wilds, poking around
•nth a little hammer, scaring all
HEART’S
HERITAGE.
© Joseph McCord
the birds away. It seems such a
waste of time.”
They both laughed.
“It’s my turn now,” Dale warned.
“What are you planning to make
of yourself when you finish col
lege?”
“Well,” Lee reflected seriously,
“there are two answers. Both of
them are teaching school. I’m. too
dumb to have a career. What
else?”
“Get married. I’m predicting.
You won’t have a chance to teach
long.”
"“That’s the most comforting thing
I’ve been told in a long time.”
They still were chatting animat
edly when Cassius Brady found
them upon his return from his of
fice.
“Hello, young man,” was his
greeting. "Found your way over,
did you?”
“Yes, sir. And almost forgot the
way home. I didn’t realize it was
growing so late.”
“That’s all right. I know what it
is to get in this young woman’s
clutches.”
CHAPTER V
Evelyn Marblestone did not neg
lect her mother’s suggestion of en
tertaining for the minister’s son.
“It will be very informal,” she
explained to Dale over the tele
phone. “A few couples that want
to meet you. I thought we could
dance. Bridge table for the hope
less addicts. Something to eat lat
er. I’m depending on you.”
“I’ll be there. Thanks.”
Dale no sooner had hung up than
he wondered if it-would be possible
for him to call for Lee the night of
the party. He would find out be
fore someone else beat him to it.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t say yes,”
Lee told him readily when he
dropped in to call and proffer his
request. “Evelyn has arranged for
my escort. It’s a quaint custom
we have here. Pliny Morehead is
the victim. One of the stand-bys.
He’s a nice boy. You’ll like him.”
“I don’t like his name. And I
1 shan’t like him.”
1 Dale wished afterwards that he
\ had taken advantage of the occa-
I osion to Inquire what this Pliny per
/ son and the other males would
I wear. Evelyn had called it an in
/ formal affair, but he didn't feel I
/ sure. He finally elected to wear a
f dinner jacket.
“I was beginning to worry about
you,” Evelyn told him when she
greeted him in the hall. “You’ve
been very neglectful of me, too.
But you do look nice,” she added
graciously, eyeing his slender fig
ure and well-tailored clothes.
“So do you,” he replied with a
little bow. “Gorgeous.”
“Come in and meet the crowd.”
There was but one name that im
pressed itself on Dale’s memory.
Pliny Morehead. A portly youth
with thinning blond hair and pale
eyes.
“And here is an old friend of
yours, Mr. Farwell.”
Lee’s brown eyes smiling up from
the depths of a big chair. Lee in a
little russet dress that matched her
hair. Russet slippers. She looked
sweet.
“Of course. How are you, Miss
Brady?”
“Very well, Mr. Farwell. I’m de
lighted to meet you again.”
Later, the rugs were rolled back
and the broadcasting stations
searched for dance music.
“I didn’t know it,” Dale remarked
complacently, “but I’ve been want
ing to dance with you all my life.”
“Go on. That’s very pretty.”
“Thanks. That’s another thing
I’ve been wanting to tell you. You
look very sweet. It’s your dress, I
think. You make me think of an
autumn leaf.”
“In the ‘sere and yellow,’ you
mean. That’s very candid but not
comforting. Don’t you know you
should be dancing this with your
hostess?”
“She’s bridging. I don’t play and
I won’t be a kibitzer.”
“Then you should be paying more
attention to some of these nice girls.
Remember I have to go on living
here. This is the fourth time you’ve
danced with me.”
“It’s only the fifth. And I still
don’t like Pliny.”
“Maybe I do.”
Evelyn soon found a substitute
for her place in the bridge game
and appropriated her guest of honor
for the remainder of the evening.
“Stay for a little while and talk,”
she commanded when the others
made ready to leave. “You’re sup
posed to tell me that you’ve had a
pleasant evening, you know.”
“Of course I did. Marvelous,
thank you,” Dale said politely.
“Are you sure you mean me? Not
Lee?”
“You.”
“I didn’t know. After all, you
didn’t seem able to tear yourself
away from her, until I helped. She
is sweet. But you needn’t have
made it quite so obvious, do you
think?” Evelyn smiled sweetly.
“And how about some golf tomor
row, if it’s clear. We haven't been
out to the country club for ages,
you know. Or had you noticed?”
“I’m not sure that I can. Do you
mind if I call you later—” Dale
glanced at the distant hall clock—
“today?”
“Never mind. Some other time
will do . . . After you get caught
up with your work.”
Dale extinguished his cigarette
and rose to his feet. “I must be
going,” he said shortly.
His sense of irritation persisted
as he strode through the dark
streets. Perhaps he had devoted
himself to Lee rather too conspicu
ously. But what of it? She had
tried to tell him the same thing. In
a tactful good-natured way, though.
She was like that. Sweet. That
word always came to him when he
thought of her. Too bad if he had
hurt Evelyn’s feelings. Funny . . .
about women.
When he reached the parsonage,
Dale was surprised to catch the
faint notes of the piano. His father
was playing.
The one lighted lamp brought out
Farwell’s rugged features in bold
relief. His chin was sunk on his
breast. The dark eyes were half
closed. From the keys came the
stately solemn strains of Tschai
kowsky’s “Andante.”
Dale caught his breath sharply.
He moved on tiptoe towards the
foot of the stairs.
“Dale!”
“Yes, Father.”
"Where have you been?”
“Miss Marblestone had a few peo
ple in tonight. She asked me over.”
“I have not heard you say any
thing recently about going back to
the university. Have you changed
your plans?”
“Well, not exactly. To tell you
the truth, Father, I’ve been think
ing about the finances. After the
first of the year, I’ll be making my
expenses there and a little more.
Then I want to find a real job. In
the meantime . . .”
“And in the meantime?”
“I can carry on a good deal of
my work here by myself. I’ve been
a rather steady drain on you the
past few years. And what I have
I left of my own money will last me
1 longer here. Unless you’re think
/ ing of raising my board.” He smiled
/ a little at his suggestion.
I “Finances need not enter into
I your decision,” his father reminded
gravely.
“You mean . . . you think I
should go back?”
“You will have to settle the mat
ter in your own way.” Farwell rose
to his feet. “It is late. Good night.”
Lee drove to Dale’s house one
day. “I thought maybe you would
like to ride,” she said when he ran
out in answer to the honking of
her motor horn ... If you’re not
too busy, and if there is any of the
country around here you haven’t
explored.”
“Sure, I’d like to! Only—” he
glanced down at his jersey. “I’m
not dressed exactly.”
“Of course you are. Look at me.”
“I have been.” Dale already was
opening the car door. “Let’s go.”
“All right. I’ll fool you. I’ve
brushing up on my history so that I
could talk intelligently to you when
I had the chance. How would you
like to cover the retreat of the hos
tile British nation? Over to Staten,
I mean.”
“Great! Is it very far?”
“Not with me at the wheel.
There’s a small ferry over to the
island that runs every so often.”
Dale entered wholeheartedly into
the excursion. “And will you look
at the old houses scattered along
here!” r was his delighted exclama
tion as they followed the road along
Staten Island’s northern rim. “They
must have been standing at the time
Self-Pity Undermines Health, Poisons
the Soul and Destroys Our Happiness
To learn the lessons that life would
teach, to profit by them, to be made
finer as a personality, to be made
perfect by suffering—that is what it
is to turn life into an experience of
genuine value, writes Winfred
Rhoades in Forum.
Self-pity breaks down the mind,
poisons the soul, undermines the
health of the body, prevents right
ful relations with other people, and
destroys the happiness both of the
individual who permits it to take
hold of him and of those who hove
to live with him. There is perhaps
no more disintegrating emotion to
be found in the whole roster.
Many a case that comes to a doc
tor in the guise of physical break
down is primarily little more than a
surrender of the spirit. In cases in
which some specific malady is ac
tually present, it can be the atti
tude of the spirit that keeps the
malady dominant and makes it
werse, That is why there is a men
tal aspect of medicine und why it U
being increasingly recognized and
included in the treatment of sick
ness.
It seems u bit surprising that it
THE COSTILLA COUNTY DEMOCRAT
Of the Revolution. If only they could
tell us what they have seen. What
stories!”
"I suppose they could,” Lee ad
mitted. A few moments later, she
turned the car about on the summit
of a small elevation and shut off
the motor. For a little time she
settled back in her corner of the
seat watching her companion. He
was staring dreamily at the scene
below, apparently lost in his histori
cal reflections.
‘‘l am still here,” Lee suggested
hopefully.
“Oh! I’m sorry, Lady Lee.”
“But I can’t very well help it.
And why that name?”
“I meant I was sorry if I seemed
to be wool gathering. And I think
the name suits you.”
“Do you know you’re funny,
Dale? I’ve never known anyone just
like you. It’s almost as if you’d
forgotten to quite grow up. It makes
me wish I had known you when you
were a small boy.”
“I’m not so sure what I was like.
But I know that everything would
have been altogether different if we
could have had . . . Elaine.”
“Elaine?” she repeated hesitat
ingly.
“My mother. You see. I can’t
quite remember her. I wish I
could.”
“So do I, Dale. Will you tell me
something about her, Dale? Unless
you’d rather not.”
In answer he fumbled a worn wal
let from his pocket. Out came a
small leather case. In the case
was a photograph.
“That was Elaine.”
“Dale! How very lovely!” Lee
exclaimed softly, studying the pic
ture. Then she murmured, as if
to herself: “Lily Maid of Astolat.”
Dale caught his breath sharply.
“You thought of it, too! She has
always been that to me,” , Dale
reflected. “Ever since I was old
enough for my father to tell me
about her. I have wondered some
times that he didn’t object to my
calling her Elaine instead of moth
er. But he never did. He was the |
one who sent me to Arthur’s court
in the first place.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you see, father looked aft
'er most of 1 p? early education.
And he used ti read to me by the
hour. I becane a disciple of old
Malory when II was pretty small.
Rather a rabia one, as I think about
it now.”
“You mean you liked stories of
knights? Chivalry? I understand
that."
“Perhaps. I think most boys get
the fever at one time or another. I
went to extremes. I always had
the house littered up trying to make
armor out of pasteboard and tin
cans. I was forever playing at be
ing a knight. It was a good thing,
in one way. I developed a regular
mania for physical culture/’ Dale
smiled to himself. “I know I used my
desire for deeds of prowess to get
into scraps with the other kids.”
“Young Galahad.”
“That was the general idea. By
way of squaring myself, I would
stand in front of Elaine’s picture I
and tell her how I had ridden out
with her scarf on my lance—that
sort of thing.”
I "thought it was something like
that. Lee nodded wisely. “It ex
plains you. But it makes me want
to ask you about other things.”
“Such as?”
“Well, your father. I fee 1 it ev
ery time I look at him. It’s some
thing in his eyes, I think. I can’t
explain it very well, but He
was very devoted to your mother,
wasn t he?”
“Yes.”
1 was sure. He carries her
scarf too. Perhaps I shouldn’t say
that.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
has taken the medical profession so
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sick, the whole man needs treat
ment. Not merely his stomach or
,. ls mrculatory system need Atten
tion, but also the part of him that
thinks and feels and wills, that de
sires and schemes and makes ef
forts, that feels disappointment and
re ®o ntln ent and humiliation.
Men and women are something
more than physical and chemical
organisms needing to be toned up
or put in repair. They are even
more than harassed strugglers need
ing help in the finding of jobs or the
composition of family difficulties.
They may need medicine. But
certainly they need insight and
vision.
Acrobatics
Acrobatics first meant “rope
dancing,'' now refers to contortions,
balancing, tumbling and trapeze
work. One famous acrobat, Blon
din, crossed the chasm of Niagara
falls on a tight rope, later repeated
carrying a man on his shoulders
one trip and rolling another man in
a wheelbarrow on a third crossing.
Winners in Cake
Recipe Contest
THE home economists on the
staff of the Experimental
Kitchen Laboratory, maintained
in New York city by C. Houston
Goudiss, who conducts our
“WHAT TO EAT AND WHY” se
ries, have reached their decision
concerning the prize winners in
the recent Cake Recipe Contest.
Winners have already been noti
fied and have received their
checks.
The first prize of §25.00 went to
Mrs. D. F. Kelly, 1004 Charles St.,
Whitewater, Wis.
Second Prize Winners.
The five second prizes were
awarded to Mrs. H. Harshbargen
of 2427 Fifth Ave., Altoona, Pa.;
R. A. Williams, 12075 Rosemary
Ave., Detroit, Mich.; Mrs. C. A.
Burns, Box 788, Oakland, Miss.;
Miss Sadie Cunningham, Avon
more, Pa.; and Mrs. Laura Meyer,
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Third Prize Winners.
Mrs. T. H. Fjone, Flaxville,
Mont.; Mrs. Lester Ralston, 127
South Judd St., Sioux City, Iowa;
Mrs. Harry A. Kramer, 16 Marin
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Mrs. George Ahlborn, R. D. No. 1,
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Honorable Mention.
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Magnificent Cakes Entered.
The judges report that they have
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But a most careful scoring
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who entered the contest could not
win a prize. He offers his con
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his thanks to the many other
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this Cake Contest such a splendid
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