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Senti your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., 232 West Eight:- eenth St.. New York. N. Y. SAVED! After the last of the dinner guests had taken their departure, the lady of the house rang for the cook. "Nora," she began, "I found a rub- bet glove In the soup tonight." "Oh. thank you, mum!" was the grateful reply, "I thought I'd lost it." Unwelcome Arrival Tile Nurse---What do you think of ~he new baby sister the doctor left for you ? Little Ellse--1 don't blame the doctor for wanting to get rid of it. But why did he pick on us?~Detrolt News. In the Same Place, Too He---I'm going to kiss you. She-It takes two to make a bar- gain. He--O. K. I'll give you two kisses. Plenty of T|ma "My uncle left over 500 clocks." "Indeed ! It must have taken some time to wind up his estate." THE BEACH REVIEW ii ii i i i i There's Always Mother Year MARTHA OSTENSO Copyright M.artha Ostenso WNU Service. SYNOPSIS To the little town of Heron River comes Anna ("Silver") Grenoble, daugl'Iter of "Gentlemau Jim," for- merly of the community, known as a gambler, news of whose murder in Chi- cago has reached the town. Sophronia ~Nillard0 Jim Grenoble's sister, is at the depot to meet Silver. Iter household consists of her husband, and stepsons, I{oderick and Jason. The Willards own only half of the farm, the other half being Anna Grenoble's. On Silver's ar- rival Duke Melbank, shiftless youth, makes himself obnoxious. Roderick is on the eve of marriage to Corinne Mender. Silver declares her eagerness to live with he~ aunt, on the farm, and will not sell her portion. She meets I~oddy, by chance, that night. Silver tells Sophronia ("Phronle," by request) something--hut by no means all--of her relations with Gerald Lucas, gambler friend of her father. Roddy marries Corinne, and brings her home. Corinne has a maid, Paula, who seems to at- tract Jason. Silver again meets Gerald Lucas, who has established a gambling resort near the town. She is compelled to introduce him to Corinne Willard much against her will. iy drawn a breath. Roddy was coming back to her from the wagon that stood off a short distance from the threshing machine. He was carrying his own grimy JackeL She permitted him to button It up to her breast, while she thrust her hands down into the pockets in n effort to control their trembling. 'q'hat wasn't very pleasant, was it?" he said with a grim smile. "But those things happen now and then." When she did not reply, he laid his hand on her shoulder. "You were a brick, Silver--to do what you did. But you're pretty unstrung. Perhaps you'd better ride home In the wagon with me. Rusty will find his way back alone." In another moment, she knew, she would burst into hervous tears. With- out looking at him she said hurriedly, "No, thanks, Roddy. I'm--all right." She turned away abruptly and rushed back to the fence, crawled under It and called to the horse, who had wan- dered off a short distance. All the way home, beneath Silver's Slmdderlng memory of the ragged clots of the boy's fingers, dwelt the thought of Roddy's dark face and his kindling, changed eyes. * S * a While Roddy was washing in the tin basin on the bench outside the house-- placed there for tile use of the crew-- Phronie came out of the kitchen. '*What's this I hear about the Healy boy?" she asked. "What happened?" Roddy told her. "Well, I declare It Just seems some- thing has to happen every year," Phronie said. "And he's such a nice boy, too. Well, hurry up and get washed. Supper is ready." "Is Corinne home yet?" Roddy asked. "She's upstairs changin' her clothes. Have you seen Silver anywhere? She went to fetch the cows, but I haven't seen her since." Roddy told her then ef the part Sil- ver had played in getting the boy ready to go to Maynard with Jason. "Well--tirol girl beats me!" Phronie declared. "But then--she's Just like her mother. I remember--" "You'd better go in and look after things, ms," Roddy interrupted. Roddy hastened upstairs to put on clean clothing before he sat down to supper. On the landing he met Ca- rlnne. She was dressed in a clinging green chiffon gown that came almost to her beautifully shod feet. "Hello, lovely !" be greeted her in n low voice. She laughed and rumpled his hair. "There's a corn roast and dance tile lake tonight, darling," she told him. "l thought I might as well dress now. Aren't you going to kiss me?" Roddy grlnned, then drew her to him and kissed her throat. "You've washed already?" she asked. surprised. "Don't tell me YOU washed in that tin basin outside." "Certainly, Why not? I've done it for years." "You have a bathroom upstairs, haven't you?" "Listen, kid," he protested. "You don't know It, but the men re funny about such things. I don't want them to feel--well, you know what I mean." "I don't know at all," she objected. "I should think--" He swung her to him and held her close for a moment. "You're much too pretty to talk to me in that tone," he remonstrated. "Go on down--I'll be with you in a Jiffy." But as soon as he had left her, hls mood grew sober again. He could not forget young Jim Healy and his poor crushed hand. Then, curiously, wtth an obscure lightening of his spirit, there came to him the vision of Silver Grenoble, In her riding breeches, kneel- ing there on the field' in the sunset, her shoulders bare above a plain silk bodice. Perhaps he had been all wrong about her. Perhaps ~he be- longed here as essentially as he dld himself. Roddy entered the dining room. Be- fore he took his place at the table, he glanced over at Corinne, daintily pre- siding at Its head and smiling gracious- ly upon her overalled and plald-shirted guests. Phronie nd Paula stood, one on either side of the table, serving the men when necessary, or replenishing some dish or other from the kitchen. Silver had remained at the stone house, to make supper for old Roderlck, who had not been feeling well for the past week. It was Corinne's first appearance at table with the threshing crew. Roddy winced, in spite of himself, as he saw her draw back quickly when a brawny arm reached across her bosom in a hmge toward the butter dish. Finally someone made a too graphic comment on tile day's accident, and Corinne covered her eyes. It was the last time she sat at the table with the men. An evening or two later, Roddy re- turned from visiting the Heaiy boy to find Corinne Impatiently awaiting him. "I thougi~t you'd never get back," she complained as soon as he entered the house. "What's wrong?" he sked. "The Richters called up this after- noon and I promised we'd be over to- night. It's their last party before they go back to town." "Corrie," Roddy said In a voice that was slow with weariness, "I've been out to parties till I'm ready to drop. I'm fed up with it. How do you expect a man to do his work and go out to some d~n fool party four of five times a week?" For a moment there was sUence. Then Corinne said, "But I promised them we'd be there." "I can't help it," Roddy protested. "If you w .t to go, take the ear and CHAPTER V--Continued --6--- "Corinne Willard?" Gerald repeated. "And where have you been ll my life?" "Where nice girls always are," Co- rinne replied archly. "Living at home With mother." "Just a nice, old-fashioned girl," ~erald bantered amiably. "Well, come long out to Emerald bay some night when mother isn't around. Bring her out with you, Silver." Silver stepped to the side of the car. "Gerald," she said, "you're going tu be late for your appointment. And besides--" "Right-o, Silver l" Gerald put In immediately. "I was forgetting. See you both laler." The car shot into the road and van- ished beyond the thicket where the highway turned to the south. "Well--I must say--you have a wa~' of dismissing people--" Corinne ob- served. "I Ju~ happen to know Gerald," Sil- ver said quietly. *'So I have heard." Cvrinne remarked. "He's not at all what I imagined him. And he Is awfully good-looking, Isn't he?' Silver was thoughtful for mo- ment. "Corinne." she said at last, "I don'*. want Gerald around here t ll." "Well. It's no affair of mine, my dear," Corinne said lazily, and began calling to bet dog, who was exploring the underbrush on the hlll. Sometidng deep within Sliver trem- bled. Sl~e saw Corinne turn away and go toward the house. From among the shadows under the great ok came the sound of Jason playing quaint old lullaby. The music, mingling with the unbroken churring of the frogs, seemed to come from far away, from past of half-remembered, half-forgot- ten things. CHAPTER VI Just before sundown, Silver rode out to bring the cattle in from the pas- ture. On the way home she paused beside a stripped field of barley where the men were at work. A couple of them waved to her. Jason stood on one stack, pitching the sheaves to the man who fed the machine. Roddy stood beside the separator, attending to the bagging of the grain as it flowed from the spout. He waved to her and Silver, waving back, rememberdd ir. revelantly that Corinne had not been present at the midday meal. She had gone to luncheon at the Rlchters', in their cottage on Twin Deer lake. Silver shook her bridle rein and was about to turn away when she heard a sct~m from the field. She swung around quickly and saw Roddy Jump toward a tow-headed youth who was standing near him. The engine stopped instantly and the men hurried to where Roddy was leaning over the boy. Sil- ver slipped down from her horse and In a moment had crept under the fence nnd was beside Roddy. The boy had stumbled and caught two fingers of one hand In a cog-wheel of the thresher. The fingers were two bloody tatters hanging from tile hand. The boy was lying on tbe ground now. his face a deathlike pallor under the sunburn, his lips writhing back from his clenched teetl~. "Where's the first-aid kit?" Roddy shouted to the men who were crowd- Ing bout him. Jason had already gone In search of it. "D--n it, we've forgotten It I" he calle~l as he came running back. Roddy looked up. "Has anyone a clean handkerchief?" Nobody responded. Silver had knelt beside Roddy, who was keeping a vise- like grip on the bleeding hand. "Use this, Roddy," she said quickly. end whipped off her clean white linen blouse. With her shoulders bared to the rosy light of the low sun, she tore the material Into strips and gave them to Roddy while he made a bandage and a tourniquet for the boy's mangled hand. "All right, 3immie!" Roddy said at last, and lifted the boy gently to his feet. "Start the truck, Jason. You'd better go down to Maynard and let Dec Woodward attend to ltY In a minute the truck had rattled ~way. It had all happened so quickly, to Silver that she had scarce- run over for an hour or so. I'm so doggone tired I could--" "IIarry and his sister will come for me--if you won't take me," Corinne replied distantly. "Corrle!" tier name, as he uttered it, was a vehement plea. But she did not answer. She had already left the room and gone into the hall to tele- phone. Ro4dy sat for a minute where he was and listened to Corinne's voice as she talked to Harry Richter and made her own elaborate excuses for imr hus- band. Then he got up and went to the kitchen. He was sitting there a half hour later when Corinne came and stood in the kitchen doorway. She was dressed for the party. Roddy looked up. "Give my regards to Harry," he said, "and tell him to bring you home early." Corinne frowned. "I didn't think you could be so stubborn." Roddy got up and put his arm about her. "It isn't stubbornness, dear," he said quietly. "Lord, can't you tell when a man is dog-tired?" "You're not too tired to go, if you really wanted to," she persisted. "It's Just that you don't like the people who are going to be there." "Well--they're not my idea of a steady diet, exactly," he admitted. She drew her lips tight as she re- turned his look. "You are very funny sometimes," she said coldly. "I sim- ply can't understand you." "Don't try, kid," he sald and patted her on the shoulder. "Go ahead and "l Don't Know at All," She Ob- jected. "l Should Think---" have a good time. I'll put in a couple of hours checking up on that new corn." "You're not too tired for that," she retorted. "But that has to be done," he told her. '"There's Harry now." There was the sound of a car com- ing to a stop before the door. Corinne turned away immediately and was gone. Roddy went to the window and watched until the car was out of sight. * * S a Silver gathered her tweed Jacket about her and seated herself beside s clump of Juneberry bushes on the hill. It was quite late. but she had been un- able to go to bed on such a night as this. It did not seem possible that GeralJ Lueas could be only a few miles away. She found herself wondering, idly, what he would do to amuse himself presently with the leisure his new enterprise would give him. His effort to restore their relationship would not be repeated, she knew. He had not made any attempt to communicate with her during the past several days, and so far as Silver knew, Corinne had not met him again. But that moment In the sultry moon-rise, when Corinne and Gerald had looked at each other for the first time, remained in her mind still, haunting and ominous. There was a sound of someone moving out of the brush to the left. Silver glanced up and saw Roddy standing a few feet away, looking down at her. "Why Roddy!" she exclaimed. "I thought you and Corinne had gone to the party." For moment he hesitated. "Co- rinne went," he told her. "The Richters came for her." He sat down near by. "I took a night off and spent it bring- ing some of my records up to date." "I wish." said Silver wistfully, "that I had studied plant pathology nd those things instead of languages. Every time I go into your laboratory I feel so darned tifferior!" He laughed indulgently. "Well, you're certainly young enough to learn," he remarked. "If you're still bent on being a farmer. And it's be- ginning to look as though you are." He got his pipe from his overall pocket, packed and lighted It. "Except that you ought to be in bed at this hour. You worked pretty hard today, Phronle told me." "This is lots better than sleeping," Silver said. and waved her hand toward the clouds of mist that were drifting low under the waning moon. "And not such a waste of time." he declared. "When I saw you walking up here I was leaving the shop--I thought I'd sneak along and get an eyeful of It for myself." They sat in slleuce watching the thin wraiths blending, par~g, bI@ad- lng, In thee hollows below. "You were over to s~e the Heals boy today, weren't you?" Silver asked finally. "I was thinking about him to- d=~y. Couldn't we glee a barn dance or something and collect enough money to pay Doctor Woodward? The Mich- eners told me the Healys haven't a dollar to spare for anything like this." "That's an idea, Silver," Roddy ex- claimed with enthusiasm. *'I've been wondering wlmt we could do to help out. Old Dec Woodward won't be so hard to satisfy. I can probably fix that myself. But tbe family Is up against it, and without the boy's wages, they'll be in a bad way. I'll speak to Corrie about it. I'm sure she'll take to the idea." "It would be fun," Silver said. And perhaps wretched for herself, she thought with pang. Except for the Flathes, a Norwegian family on the south and the Micheners, frugal but free-spirited Germans up near the lake, she had so far made friends of none of the people in and around Heron River. Roddy turned and looked at her sud- denly. "You know--that's the kind of thing that makes you likeable Silver." "What kind of thing?" "You're always thinking about some- body else. The other day in the field, when you tore off your blouse--" She was smiling at him. "I shall probably grow up to be a nice old maid--loved for my good deeds," Roddy laughed and put his arm about her shoulder. "You're a great little kid!" he ex- claimed. "After old lady Fnlds, and then--this bird Lucas cropping up---or I should say flying in-~ "Now, Roddy, please don't start ap- plauding me, or I may cry. Besides-- I'll be twenty in November, so I haven't much credit coming to me." "You will7 Well, well! And I sup- pose Phil Michener thinks you're Just about the right age to settle down, ell?" "Oh, I don't know about that," Sil- ver replied loftily. "I like his sister, and I like him. They are real people, Roddy. They more than make up for --women "like Mrs. Fohis.". "And men like Gerald Lucas?" There was a curious note in Roddy's voice, half gentle, half embarrassed, the banter gone out of it. Silver clasped her hands together before her. "Yes," she said. "Al- though Gerald isn't an evil as Mrs. Folds Is, Roddy. He is n evil for me, that's all. Or he was, I should say. But you know by this time that I don't run away from--from that sort of thing--any more." Roddy cleared his throat. "You were In love with him, weren't you?" he asked abruptly. For fully a half minute. Silver gazed down upon the wavering shelves of mist. "I went and stayed at his apart- ment," she said tonelessly. "For a week or so---while dad was away. Per- haps I was in love with him. I don't know. But now that I am here I know that It wasn't the right kind of love. I must have known that even then. because I wouldn't marry him. Gerald wanted to marry me. He was more decent than I was. He still Is, in a way. He fascinated me, but I knew, ll the time, underneath, that his llfe could never be mine. That's all there is to it, Roddy." At first, Ruddy continued to turn the bowl of his pipe abbut In his hand. Then, slowly, his eyes moved toward the girl beside him. "Does Phronie know this?" he asked quietly. "No. I have never told anyone hut you. I--I didn't even tell dad the-- whole truth. I don't know why I've told you this," she went on broodingly. "But it seems to me the land has some- thing to do with it. It has been like telling It to the land--starting over again, honestly. It's hgrd to ex- plain-" "I've hardly deserved your confl~ dence," Roddy broke in with a short and irolc laugh. "My feelings toward you have been anything but generous, Silver." "I think I've understood them, though," she replied thoughtfully. "When you've worked a piece of land until you have your roots in it--" He stopped suddenly, and bent toward her with his hand outstretched. "This is Just my clumsy way of apologizing to you for being a fool, Silver." She laid her hand in his and he drew her to her feet. Silver, meeting his eyes, experienced a frightening con- traction of her throat. Roddy pressed his lips together and drew a deep breath, as though some profound un- ease had settled within him. Together they walked down Into the yard, and their simple good night ws taken coolly into the silence. * S * * * * Harry Richter and his sister Evelyn, Corinne reflected with a secret fillip of contempt, were still~and perhaps at- ways would be, in spite of their ad- vantages of money and travel--Just pair nf noisy and slightly vulgar cubs. But of course their father owned most of the town of Maynard, and the family mansion there was the pride of the district. 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