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PAGE SIX
SISTERS
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
Copyright by Kathken Norris
CHAPTER XV—Continued.
“Martin,” sbe said, impetuously in
terrupting him, “I’ve g<»t to talk to
youl*ye meant to write it —so many
times, I’ve had it in mind ever since
I left Red Creek I”
“Shoot I” Martin said, with ids fav
orite look of indulgent amusement.
“Tljere are marriages that without
any fault on either side are a mistake.”
< ’herry began, “any contributory fault.
I mean- ”
“Talk United States'.” Martin
growled, smiling, but on guard.
“Well, I think our marriage was one
of those!” Cherry said.
“What have you got to kick about?*?
Martin asked, after a pause.
“I’m not kicking!” Cherry answered,
with quick resentment. “But I wish.
I had words to make you realize how
I feel about it!”
Martin looked- gloomily up at her,
and shrugged.
“This is a sweet welcome from your
wife !” he observed. But ns she re
garded him with troubled and earnest
eyes, perhaps her half-forgotten beau
ty made an unexpected appeal to him,
lor he turned toward her and eyed
her with a large tolerance. “What’s
tl>e matter, Cherry?” he asked. “It
doesn’t seem to me that you’ve got
much to kick about. Haven’t I always
taken pretty good care of you? Didn’t
1 take the house and move the things
in; didn’t I leave you a whole month,
while I ate at that rotten boarding
house, when your father died; haven’t
J. let you have —how long Is it? —seven
weeks, by George, with your sister?”
Cherry recognized the tones of his
old arraigning voice. He felt himself
ill-treated.
“Now you come in for this money,”
he began. But she interrupted him
hotly :
“Martin, you know that Is not true!”
“Isn’t it true that the instant you
can take care of yourself you begin
to talk about not being happy, and
so onI” lie asked, without any par
ticular feeling. “You bet you do I Why,
I never cared anything about that
money, you never heard me speak of
it. I always felt that by the time the
lawyers and the heirs and the wit
nesses got through, there wouldn’t be
much left of it. anyway!”
Too rich in her new position of the
woman beloved by Peter to quarrel
with Martin in the old unhappy fash
ion, Cherry laid an appealing hand
on his arm.
“I’m sorry to meet you with this
sort of thing.” she said, simply, “(
blame myself now for not writing you
just how I’ve come to feel about it!
We must make some arrangement for
the future —things can’t be as they
were ’.”
“You’ve had it all your way ever
since we were married.” he began.
“Now you blame me ”
"I don’t blame you, Martin!”
“Well, what do you want a divorce
for. then?”
“I don’t even say anything about
a divorce,” Cherry said, fighting for
Mils
Cherry Laid an Appealing Hand on
His Arm.
time only. “But I can’t go back!” she
added, with a sudden force and con
viction that reached him at last.
“Why can’t you?”
“Because you don’t love me, Mar
tin, and —you know it!— -1 don’t love
you!”
4 *Well, but you can’t expect the way
wo felt when we got ihnrried to last
forever,” he said, clumsily. “Do you
suppose other men and women talk
this way when the —the novelty has
worn off?”
“I don’t know how they talk. I only
know how 1 feel!” Cherry said, chilled
by the old generalization.
Martin, who had stretched his legs
to their length, crossed them at the
ankles, and shoved his hands deep in
to bls pockets. staring at rhe racing
blue water with somber eyes.
“What do you want?” he asked,
Lenvlly!
“I want to live my own life!” Cher
ry answered, after a silence during
which her tortured spirit seemed to
coin the hackneyed phrase.
“That stuff!” Martin sneered, under
bis breath. “Well, all right, 1 don’t
care, get your divorce!” he agreed,
carelessly. “But I’ll have something
to say about that, too,” lie warned her.
“You can drag the whole thing up be
fore the courts if you want to —only
remember, if you don’t like It much,
son did it. It never occurred to me
even to think of such a thing! I’ve
done my share in this business; you
never asked me for any tiling I could
give you that you didn’t get; you’ve
never been tied down to housework
l|ke other women; you’re not raising
a family of kids—go ahead, tell every
shop-girl hi San Francisco all about
it. in the papers, and see how much
sympathy you get!”
“Oh, you beast!” Cherry said, be
tween her teeth, furious tears in her
eyes. The water swam in a blur of
blue before her as they rose to go
downstairs at Sausalito.
Martin glanced at her with impa
tience. Her tears never failed to
anger him.
“Don’t cry, for God’s sake!” he said,
nervously glancing about for possible
onlookers. “What do you want me to
do? For the Lord’s sake don’t make
a scene until you and I have a chance
to talk this over quietly ”
Cherry’s thoughts were with Peter.
In her soul she felt as if his arm was
about her, as if she were pouring out
to him the whole troubled story, sure
that he would rescue and console her.
fshe had wiped her eyes, and some
what recovered calm, but she trusted
herself only to shrug her shoulder as
she preceded Martin to the train.
There was no time for another word,
for Alix suddenly took possession of
them. She had had time to bring the
car all the six miles to Sausalito, and
meant to drive them direct to the val
ley from there.
She greeted Martin affectionately,
although even while she did so her
eyes went with a quick, worried look
to Cherry. They had been quarreling,
of course—it was too bad, Alix
thought, but her own course was clear.
Until she could take her cue from
them, she must treat them both with
cheerful unconsciousness of the
storm.
They reached the valley and Martin
was magnanimous about the delayed
lunch. Anything would do for him,
he said; he was taking a couple of
days’ holiday, and everything went.
Kow was chopping wood after lunch,
and he sauntered out to the block with
suggestions; Alix, laying a fire for the
evening, simply because she liked to
do that sort of work, was favored with
directions. Finally Martin pushed her
aside.
“Here, let me do that,” he said.
“You’d have a tine fire here, at that
rate!”
Later he went down to the old house
with them, to spend there an hour
that was trying to both women. It
was almost in order now; Cherry had
pleased her simple fancy in tlie matter
of hangings and papering, and the
effect was fresh and good.
“Girls going to rent this?” Martin
asked.
“Unless you aud Cherry come live
here,” Alix said boldly. He smiled
tolerantly.
“Why should we?”
“Well, why shouldn’t you?”
“Loafing, eh?”
“No, not loafing. But you could
transfer your work to San Francisco,
couldn’t you?”
Martin smiled a deep, wise, long
enduring smile.
“Oh, you’d get me a job, I suppose?”
lie asked. “I love the way you women
-try to run things.” he added, “but I
guess I’ll paddle my own canoe for a
while longer!”
“There is no earthly reason why you
shouldn’t live here,” Alix said pleas
antly.
**There Is no earthly reason why we
should!” Martin returned. He was
annoyed by a suspicion that AJix and
Cherry had arranged between them to
make this plan the alternative to a
divorce. “To tell you the honest truth,
I don’t like Mill Valley!”
Alix Tasted despair. Small hope of
preserving this particular relationship.
He waa, us Cherry had said, “impos
sible.”
“Well, we must try to make you like
Mill Valley better!” she said with
resolute good nature. “Os course. It
means a lot to Cherry and to me to be
near each other!” •
"That may *be true, too,” Martin
agreed, taking the front sent again
for the drive home.
Alix was surprised at Cherry’s pas
sivity and silence, but Cherry was
wrapped in a sick and nervous dream,
unable either to interpret the present
or face the future with any courage.
Before luncheon he had followed her
Into her room and had put his arm
about her. But she had quietly shaken
him off, with the nervous murmur:
“Please —no, don’t kiss me, Martin !”
Stung, Martin had immediately
dropped his arm, had shrugged his
shoulders indifferently and laughed
scornfully. Now he remarked to AJix
with some bravado:
“You girls still sleeping out?”
“Oh, always—we all do!” Alix had
answered readily. “Peter has an ex
tra bunk on his porch; Cherry and I
have my porch. Bui you can be out
or in. as you choose!”
Martin venturer! an answer that
made Cherry’s eyes glint angrily and
brought a quick, embarrassed flush to
Alix’s face. Alix did not enjoy a
certain type of joking, and she did not
concede Martin even the ghost of a
smile. He immediately sobered and
remarked that he himself liked to be
indoors nt night. His suitcase was
accordingly taken into the pleasant
little wood-smelling room next to Te
ter’s, where the autumn sunlight,
scented with the dry sweetness of
mountain shrubs, was streaming.
He began to play solitaire, on the
porch table, at five, and Kow hud to
disturb him to set it for dinner at
seven. AJix was watering the gar
den, Cherry was dressing. It was an
exquisite hour of long shadows and
brilliant lights.
Kow had put a tureen of soup on
the table, and Alix had returned with
damp, clean hands and trimly brushed
hair, for supper, when Petef came up
through the garden. Cherry had ram
bled off in the direction of the barn a
few moments before, but Martin had
followed her and brought her back,
remarking that she had had no idea
of the time and was Idly watching
Antone milking. She slipped into her
place after they were all eating, and
hardly raised her eyes throughout the
meal. If Alix addressed her she flut
tered the white lids as If it were an
absolute agony to look up; to Peter
she did not speak at all. But to Mar
tin she. sent an occasional answer,
and when the conversation lagged, as
it was apt to do in this company, she
nervously tilled It with random re
marks infinitely less reassuring than
silence.
“How long do we stay here?” Martin
cautiously asked his wife after dinner.
“Stay here?* she echoed, at a loss.
“Yes,” he answered, decidedly. “I
can stand a little of it, but I don’t
think much of this sort of life! I
thought maybe we could all go into
town for dinner and the theater to
morrow or Saturday. But on Monday
we’ll have to beat it.”
“Monday!” Cherry's heart bounded.
“Martin, isn’t it a mistake to go on
pretending—” she began bitterly. But
Peter’s voice, in the drawing ropm. In
terrupted her. “I'll let you know—
we’ll talk about It!” she bad time to
say, hurriedly, before he came out to
them. He flung himself into a chair.
CHAPTER XVI.
The evening dragged. Alix had sug
gested bridge, but Martin did not play
bridge. So she went to the piano, and
began • to ramble through various
songs.
Cherry and Peter, left nt the table,
did not speak to each other; Peter
leaned hack in his chair, with a ciga
rette; Cherry dreamily pushed to and
fro the little anagram wooden block
letters.
But presently her heart gave a great
plunge, and although she did not alter
her different attitude, or raise her
eyes, her white hand moved with di
rected impulse, and Peter's casual
glance fell upon the word “Alone.”
When he laid his finished cigarette
In the tray, It was to finger the let
ters himself, In turn, and Cherry real
ized with a great thrill of relief that
he was answering her. Carelessly, and
obliterating one word before he begun
another, he formed the question: “My
office tomorrow?”
“Martin always with me,” Cherry
spelled back. She did not glance at
Peter, but at Martin, who was watch
ing the fire, and at Alix, whose back
was toward the room.
“Come on, have another game!”
Peter asked, generally, while he
spelled quickly: “Will arrange sidl
ing first possible day.”
Alix, humming with her* song, said :
"Walt a few minutes!” and Martin
glanced up to say, “No, I’m no good at
that thing!”
Then Cherry and Peter were unob
served again, and she spelled “Mart
goes Monday. Plans to take me.”
• Peter bad reached for a magazine;
he whirled through the. pages, and
yawned. Then he began to play with
the anagrams again.
“Can you get away without mm?”
he spelled.
“How?” Cherry Instantly asked.
And us Peter’s hands went on build
ing a little bridge of wooden letters,
she went on: “Alix to train, Martin
with me to city, impossible.-’’
"Give him the slip,” Feter spelled.
And after a pause he added. “Life or
death.”
“Difficult to evade,” Cherry applied,
wiping the words away one by one.
“Must, wait—” Peter began. Alix,
ending her song on a crash of chords,
came to the table. Interrupting him.
Cherry Was uow lazily reading a maga
zine; Peter had built a little pen of
tiny blocks.
“I’ll go you!” Alix said, with spirit.
But the game was rather a languid
one, nevertheless, and when It was
over they gathered yawning about the
mantel, ready to disperse for the
night.
“And tomorrow night we dlnty In
town and go to the Orpueum: xxiii
asked, for the plan had been ‘suggest
ed at dinner-time.
••I ll blow you girls to any show you
like.” Martin offered.
Remarking that he was tired, Peter
went to his room. Cherry, .with only
a general good-night, also disappeared,
to find Alix arranging beds and pil
lows on their sleeping porch.
“Oh, Alix —I’m -so worried —I’m so
sick with worry !” Cherry whispered.
“He won’t listen to me. He won’t
hear of a divorce!”
“I know!” AJix saJd, distressed!}'.
“But what shall I do—l run t go
with him!” Cherry protested.
Alix was silent.
“What shall I do?” Cherry pleaded
again. ,
“Why, I don’t see what else you enn
do. but go with him!” Alix said, in ft
troubled voice. “You are his wife.
•For better or worse, for richer or
poorer, till death —’ ”
It was said so kindly, with Alix’s
simple and embarrassed fashion of
giving advice, that poor Cherry could
not resent It. She could only bow her
head desolately upon her knees, us
she sat, child-fashion. In her bed, and
cry,
“A nice mess I’ve made of my life!”
she sobbed. “I’Ve made a nice mess
v a i
“A Nice Mesa I’ve Made of My Life!"
She Sobbed.
of It! I wish —oh, my God, how 1
wish I was dead !”
“My own life has been so darned
easy,” Alix mused, in a cautious un
dertone. sitting, fully dressed, on the
side of her own bed, and studying her
sister with pitying eyes. “I’ve often
wondered if I could buck up and get
through with It If some of that sort of
thing had come to me! I don’t know,
of course, but it seems to me that I'd
say: ’Who loses his life shall gnin
It!’ and I’d' stand anything—people
and places I hated, loneliness and pov
erty—the whole bag of tricks! 1 think
I would. I mean I’d read the Bible
and Shakespeare, and enjoy my meaJs.
and have a garden—” Her voice sank.
“I know it’s terribly hard for yon.
Cherry!” she ended, suddenly pitiful.
Cherry had stopped crying, dried
her eyes, anti had reached resolutely
for the book that was waiting on the
little shelf above the porch bed.
“You’re bigger than I am,” she said,
quietly. "Or else I’m so made that I
suffer more! I wish I could face the
music. But I can’t do anything. I'm
sorry. One knows of unhappy mar
riages, everywhere, without quite
fancying just what a horrible tragedy
an unhappy marriage Is! Don’t mind
me, Alix.”
Alix was conscious, as she went out
to speak to Kow about breakfast, and
to give a final glance at fires and
lights, tnat this was one of the times
when girls needed a wise mother, or a
father, who could decide, Name, ami
advise.
Coining back from the kitchen, with
a pitcher of hot water, she saw Mar
tin, in a welter of evening papers,
staring nt the last pink ashes of the
wood fire. Upon seeing her he got up,
and with n cautious glance toward the
bedroom doors fit* said:
“Look here a minute! Can they
hear us?" Alix set down her pitcher
of water, and came to £land beside
him.
“Hear us—Peter and Cherry? No,
Cherry’s out on our porch, and Peter’s
porch is even farther away. Why*”
“Take a look, will you?” he said. “I
want to speak to you!”
Alix, mystified, duly went to glance
at Cherry, reading now in a little fun
nel of yellow light, and then crossed
to enter Peter’s room. His porch was
dark, but.she could see the’outline of
the tall figure lying across the bed.
“Asleep?” she asked.
“Nope!” he answered.
“Well, don’t go to sleep without
pulling a rug over you!” she com
nianded. “Good-night, Pete!”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Books of a Year.
The total number of books published
in the United States during last year
amounted to 8,422, a decline of niore
than 2,000 ns compared with the year
of 1910. When classified there was
shown an Increase in fiction, poetry,
geography. amusements, biography
and juveniles, and a decline In agri
culture, history, medicine, business,
social and religious. There was n
general increase In the cost of books
during the year.
Only Two Specimens.
There are two kinds of men—those
who do what tbelr wives tell them, and
those who never many.—Smart Set.
CONSIDERABLE CARE NEEDED IN
SELECTING CLOVER FOR SEEDING
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Simple Tester for Small Seeds.
(Prepared by th* United State* Department
of Agriculture.)
Red clover has been styled the cor
ner stone of agriculture in the North
Central and Eastern states.
Many farmers begin laying the cor
ner stone as early as February, when
It is customary in many sections to
sow red clover ou the surface of the
snow, so that it will sink Into the soil
with the first thaw in the sp» : ng. Red
clover is hardy, ami is not Injured by
ordinary cold; and the fact that it ran
be sown at a season when work on the
farm is comparatively light adds to the
economy of its cultivation.
The first important point to he ob
served Is the selection of good seed,
say specialists of the United States De
partment of Agriculture. Considerable
rare should used In this respect well
in advance of the time of seeding. This
1e particularly true at present, when
a Ihrge proportion of the red clover
seed used in the United States comes
from abroad. If poor seed Is used
the expected crop may be a partial
or total failure.
Good Seed Is Plump.
Godd red clover seed is plump or
well filled, bright with a slight luster,
the color of Individual seeds ranging
from violet to light yellow. The in
dividual seeds should be nt least
medium sized and fairly uniform, free
of adulterants of any kind and from
seeds of noxious weeds.
Home-grown seed is desirable, es
pecially In the North, because It Js al
most certain to be adapted to local
conditions. If It Ir not available,
samples should be obtained from re
liable dealers. These should be ex
amined for adulterants, weed seeds,
and shriveled seeds. They should nlso
be tested for germination before pur
chasing in quantity.
In the absence of more accurate
methods an estimate should be made of
tlie propprtlon of true red clover seed
and of weed seeds and other impurities.
From the red clover seed separated
from all impurities, a counted number,
as 100, should he taken just ns they
come. These seeds should be placed
between layers of moistened cloth or
paper or merely covered in a bed of
sand- or light soil. A dinner plate,
covered with another, is a suitable
germinating receptacle. It can he kept
In the living room, nt a temperature
between 05 and 85 degrees. Between
the third and six fit days the sprouting
ability of the seeds should be shown.
It should be borne in mind that the
sowing value of the seed is represented
by the amount of true clover which will
germinate with reasonable promptness.
Thus, if four-fifths of a sample Is pure
CURE PEA-SICK LAND
BY PROPER ROTATION
Root Rot Is Present in All ol
Larger Areas.
Disease Lives in Soil and Becomes
More Destructive Each Season—
Varieties Resistant to Ail
ment Being Grown.
(Prepared by the United State* Department
of Agriculture.)
Whore the crop of peas grown for
canning or truck market purposes the
past season hns shown root rot. the
United States Department of Agricul
ture advises planning for a long rota
tion of other crops, beginning with the
next season, to rid the soli of the
disease. A four-year rotation is some
times effective, but cases have been
met, both in the East and in the Cen
trnl states, where even a longer rota
tion hns proved insufficient.
Investigations by the department
during the past three years have
ahown that root rot of peas is present
In all of the larger pea-growing areas
east of the Mississippi, and to some ex
tent In Montana and Utah. The dis
ease lives in the soil and becomes
more destructive each year that, peas
are grown on infested land, soon re
ducing the crop to such an extent as
to make it unprofitable. It Is dis
tributed by the custom prevalent In
some sections of transferring soil from
old fields to new ones tu carry the nod
ule bacteria, and bj* wind and otiier
•neans.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1922.
clover, and only four-fifths will
sprout, then only three-fifths, or 60
per cent, of the original seed as offered
will grow. Thus, the germinating test
hns an important bearing ou the worth
of seed offered to the farmer.
Protects American Farmers.
A seed-testing service is maintained
by the United States Department of
Agriculture, where 29.638 samples of
various seeds were examined and
tested In the last fiscal year—-16,442
in Washington and 18,196 in the five
branch seed-testing stations. Similar
service is offered by the various state
experiment stations. The department
also exercises a strict inspection serv
ice over field seeds brought from for
eigu countries, aud last year 5.000,00<i
pounds of various seeds were rejected
or held for cleaning before being al
lowed to be offered to American farm-"
era.
Nevertheless, the closest scrutiny is,
necessary on the part of the farmer
who desires u good stand of clover,
either ns a forage crop or to turn
under for the improvement of his soil.
It is important that the testing of
seed be done early enough that a suf
ficient supply of pure iwed can be pur
chased in time for use; and if seed is
to be sent to one of the government
or state testing lalmratories, at least
two weeks should lie allowed.
PRODUCE MOHAIR PROFITABLY
Breeders Are Gradually Increasing
Qualities of Their Animals and
Improving Hair.
Although the Angora goat is not very
well known generally in this country,
tn spite of Its popularity In certain re
gions In tlie West, one of Its products,
mohair, is used in the manufacture of
many fabrics and Is known to nearly
everyone. The production of mohair
has -Increased rapidly, and the annual
clip Is now al>out 6,000,(MM) pounds. Ap
proximately an equal quantity is Im
ported each year, but It is the opinion
of the United States Department of
Agriculture that with minions of
acres adapted to goat raising, and
with breeders gradually Increasing the
Rhearing qualities of their animalsand
improving the hair, American farmers
can profitably produce all the mohair
needed by our manufacturers. There
has been a constant Increase In the
use of mohair for suit linings and for
cloth for summer suits for men. It is
still uaed to about the same extent as
heretofore for car upholsterlAg, por
tiere. robes, rugs, braids and artificial
furs.
The area of pea-Rick land Is widen
ing each year. It Is particularly im
portant that the large Recd-growing
regions of the West, which have re
mained free of (he dißease up to the
present time, he protected from it by
the practice of proper rotation.
The department is breeding varieties
of liens rpftlstnnt to root rot, hut some
time must elapse before there can be
hny assurance that the commercial
growers’ problem can be solved in this
wny.
WORK PLANS ARE IMPORTANT
Farmer Should Know Beforehand
What He le Going to Do and
What He le Doing It With.
Method in doing farm work is very
important. The farmer who knows ex
actly what he is going to do in tlie
morning when he arises, how he is to
do it, and what lie is to do it with, will
always accomplish something worth
while that day. Tlie worker who has
"hazy” ideas, indefinite plans and un
decided steps will never do much.
Everything undertaken In farming
should, have serious attempts. Men
and women who farm or keep the
home in order must mean business, be
businesslike and work in a methodical
way. Half-hearted work injures the
worker and ruins his character.
Plans are important. They should
be nu)dv before the task Is attempted.
The worker must know what he Is to
do and then feel that he can do it
well, even before the Job is begun.
Leave off the work that you dread
till such time as you feel like doing
it. When you like It, dispatch It
promptly and well.

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