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James Lambert tries in vain to dissuade
his beautiful foster-daughter, Leonora, from
marrying Don Mason, young “rolling
stone.” He tells her, “Unless a house is
founded upon a rock, ft will not survive.’
Leonora suspects the influence of her half-
brother, Ned, always jealous of the girl
since the day his father brought her home
from the deathbed of her mother, aban-
doned by her Italian baritone lover. Don
arrives in the midst of the argument, and
Lambert realizes the frank understanding
between the two. Sitting up late into the
night, Lambert reviews the whole story, of
Nora as a child, at boarding school, study-
ing music abroad, meeting Don on the re-
turn trip. In the morning he delivers his
ultimatum, to give Don a job with Ned for
a year's showdown. When Nora suggests
the possibility of running away with Don,
Lambert threatens disinheritance. Don
agrees to the job, but before a month is
over, his nerves are jumpy, he cannot sleep
at night, he is too tired to go out much with
Nora. Nora soothes him with her music
Nora grows quieter, and broods over Don,
complains to her father of Ned's spying on
him, and decides that rather than see Don's
spirit broken, she will run away. She urges
her father to put an end to the futile experi-
ment, James L bert is obdurate and an-
gry. Lambert te her that if Don quits she
will quit with him; that he will be through
with her. He adds that if she tires of her
bargain it will be useless to c«
help. Later Don and Nora discuss the situ.
ation Don promi ses to buck up and take
life more calmly “We'll stick
he says. With the coming of spring,
full of unrest and wanderlust, a Kk
long walks at night. One evening a poor
girl speaks to him, and in his pity for her,
he gives her money. A car passes at that
moment, flashes headlights and m
A terrific heat wave ushers in th
and Nora refuses to go to the country with
her father. Ned, meanwhile, insinuates to
his father about Don's eve gs away from
Nora, but Lambert refuses to listen. Mean-
while, Don broods over the underr ing of
his morale. At the height of the heat wave,
when Don is finding everything insupport.
able, Ned speaks of hs g the goods on
him, having seen him give a girl money
When Ned scoffs at true story of the
episode, Don knock i down, and is
through. He calls Nora.
CHAPTER V—Continued
Fae
Would her father leave it just as
it was, she wondered—just as they'd
furnished it together for her six-
teenth birthday? James was fastidi-
ous about such things. It was the
one point en which they never
clashed. What a time they had had
over her rose-tiled bathroom! Her
father had fussed. Each fixture
nust be the finest—the most per-
fect. The antique bed they had
picked up at an auction in the coun
try. How he hi ad glowed over the
satin-smootl ogany —dear Dad!
As for the n wey had
the city over for that rug. It must
be Oriental, James insisted, vet it
must blend wit » soft rose hang-
ings at the dows. They had
found it at last: an exqu Per-
sian that might have been w«
for a queen's boudoir. Even Nota,
thoughtless about money,
blinked at the price; and her
had laughed at her.
Well, that was over! The girl took
one long look and turned away. It
father
wells.
James Lambert's housekeeper, who,
Nora believed, lcved her as devoted-
ly as any mother, had left that
morning to oversee the opening of
the country house. How s
thing seemed as she went
stairs! “As still,” she murmured,
“as if someone had just died here.”
Nora paused then, hand on the
latch and said:
ling home. Good-by. I
back—some day . . .”
Her eyes were wet with
when, a moment later, she told the
chauffeur to drive her to James
Lambert's office.
Don never heard the story of that
interview, but, knowing his girl,
understood that she could not talk
about it. For James in his anger
had been unjust, the first time in
all their years together. At the last
Nora had said, her face curiously
colorless as she stood with
against the door:
“You are mistaken, Father,
not ungrateful. I have been th
less sometimes, but I have
been ung . i 2
that, I PF YOU ibly,
more ths We i
kills
this—leaving you
have Ned, who is almost
world, Father; and Don has no one
but me. Try after I'm gone, won't
you, to see my side of it? Between
us all we have done something to
Don—hurt him unspeakably. He's
lost faith in himself, and I've got
to help him get it back. Without
my help he might never get it back,
Father. And I love him as you
once loved my mother. Can't you
remember that, Dad, and—and un-
derstand?”
Silence.
her.
“I—I am going now, Father . . .
Won't—won’t you say good-by?"
And still only that dreadful si-
lence, a silence which seemed,
somehow, alive with tears . , . A
closing door . . .
It was ten years before James
heard her voice again.
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CHAPTER V1
They went to Maine.
“It's the first time I can remem-
ber,” Don told his bride, “when I
haven't been crazy to get aboard a
boat and see things—new things—
places I've dreamed of. I don’t un-
derstand myself, Nora. Is it only
because I'm so let down? All I want
now is to escape from this heat
CHRISTINE
and turmoil—to lie on my back in
the cool woods and look up at the
sky, or watch big waves roll in on a
hard beach. I've got to do some-
thing like that, dear, until this fiend-
ish alarm clock stops ringing in my
ears. I'll admit it scares me. Let's
go to Maine.”
“But your hard-saved thousand
will melt away so fast at a hotel,
Don,” objected Nora with new-born
caution.
Don glanced at her, so sweet, so
young, so infinitely precious, and
for the first time in his twenty-
seven care-free years, a sense of
responsibility crept over him-—re-
sponsibility for Nora's happiness.
“It’s more than a thousand now,”
he answered gravely. ‘‘Have you
forgotten that I've been holding
down a steady job? And a hotel isn’t
necessary, is it—even on one’s hon-
eymoon? You see, there's a place I
can take you—a studio belonging to
a New York artist. You've heard
me speak of Ven, Nora. He's abroad
just now; but I'm always at liberty
to go there. Besides—" (a smile
sprang into his expressive eyes) ‘‘it
happens to hold the ‘worldly goods’
with which I've recently. endowed
“Oh! Nora, tell me I'm not
dreaming.”
my wife, and perhaps she'd like the
chance to look ‘em over!”
Nora laughed at the idea; but
questioned, not without curiosity:
“What sort of worldly goods, Don?"
“Just wait and see, young lady!”
«Horedtly. Nora, 1
get along without that
shack. When I'm ‘over the hills and
far away’ and happen to stumble on
something too beautiful to resist, I
simply ship it to Maine (provided I
sufficient cash to buy the
and the—er—retired fisher-
have
Ven, stores it away.’
“I never heard of a retired fisher-
man before, my dear. [I thought
those salty specimens kept right on
fishing until they drowned! And this
studio you mention sounds
storage warehouse. Have you left a
space where your friend the artist
can set up his easel?”
Don smiled.
‘““He doesn’t need it. Three years
ago he bought an island farther up
the coast, and has a bully place
there. If I'd let him, Nora, Ven
would give me the shack outright.”
“Why should he, Don? Is the man
“He seems to think so:
nonsense,
though
utter of course. 1
had the luck to save his oldes
drowning: but it was all
day's work and his gratit
the only reward 1
ude
was
did those marvelous murals in—"'
“Not Carl Venable?” gasped Leo-
nora.
talked about so casually is he?”
“The very same, lady.”
grinned at her surprise.
coast guard down there one sum-
mer. Didn't you know it?”
Nora sighed helplessly.
“Some day, my dear, I'll ask for
a list of the things you haven't
been. It would be considerably
subject interests me.”
Don closed his eyes a moment
sion,
“I've always thought it a wonder-
you. There's an oil stove for cook-
ing, and waier piped to the back
door, if you call that comfort. Ven
used it only for a studio. Original-
ly it was an old fish house, I be-
lieve.”
Though the girl's heart sank at
this description, one wouldn't have
guessed it from her instant: “Why
that sounds fine, Don! Is it close to
the ocean?”
His eyes brightened at this care-
fully simulated enthusiasm.
‘“As near as it can be and not get
ING PARMENTER
washed away in winter; yet it's far
enough from the beach where the
summer people bathe to give us
privacy. You'll love it, Nora, once
you get the hang of things; and I'll
do the cooking. Cooking is one of
my real accomplishments, as you'll
soon find out.”
“Which sounds,” she laughed, “as
if you doubted that it's one of
mine!"
Nora never forgot their arrival
at ‘‘the shack’’ next afternoon.
It had been raining all day; and
though rain was needed to cool the
air, it added neither cheer nor com-
fort to the atmosphere of that one-
time fish house, long unoccupied,
covered with dust and cobwebs, sti-
fling now with the accumulated heat
of weeks.
If James Lambert's pampered
daughter needed discipline, she got
it in the moment when her new
husband unlocked the door and
thrust her hurriedly inside out of
a driving rain; and it is to Nora's
everlasting credit that Don did not
suspect the consternation that
surged through her loyal heart. The
charm of the place which she was
| to know later, was wholly lost amid
the gloom and darkness of that
stormy day.
Don having seen the room with
sunlight dancing across its worn old
floor, never realized just how it
looked to Leonora. In that first mo-
ment she wanted to cry out: “Oh,
Don, we can't stay here! Not now
anyway!" To one reared in the soft
lap of luxury, such a proceeding
seemed well nigh impossible. In-
deed, the words of protest were on
her lips, when, glancing up quick-
ly in dismay, she saw her hus-
band's face.
And it was a transfigured face.
It was the face of a tired small
boy who has reached home. It
brought a lump into Nora's throat.
It brought swift tears into her eyes.
Said Don, throwing open a case-
ment window at back: “Isn't
this wonderful, Nora? The view on
a clear is simply marvelous.
Isn't that fireplace a corker? It
takes in a four-foot
one wants to con
now! But we'll co
air blows through
rain's not voming
tions as I've seen
snug long
the
day
log not
sider fires just
1 off soon as the
here. - Lucky the
from all
it do.
bef
11 have
bedtime,
We'
re
ght her close,
tell me I'm not
He turned, cau un-
grily. “Oh,
dreaming! It's so heavenly
away from all that clamer—to be
where it's quiet—to be back here,
| dearest, with you-—-with you!"
And what could a loving woman
say to that?
"
NA
MNora,
No hardships inconveniences
are ever so hard
to man, as they are to woman
hat moment Nora grasped this first
lesson she was to learn of mar-
riage, and was forever thankful that
or
and
on Don's happiness.
For things
she had feared. Slipping into a
paint-stained smock discovered in a
closet, Don declared cheerful
| earn their
| It was amazing how
| away with all that dust.
seemed stranger stili to the bewil-
dered bride, he appeared to derive
pleasure from the performance!
The revolting cobwebs vanished as
if by magic while Nora was hunt-
costume suited to the task in hand.
| ried woman,” she admitted with
chagrin. “Where are the towels,
Don? Perhaps I can do my share if
I pin one 'round me I mustn’t
Strange Pueblo “Hoines
Discovery of old Indian dwellings
| of a type hitherto unreported has |
cast new light on the history of
early inhabitants of Utah, according |
ogist.
| Mile canyon,
archeological
| headed by Gillin.
| versity
four hundred feet above the canyon
floor.
adobe brick foundations,
log beams and a flat
thatched with willows.
Rock-lined fireplaces found inside
the houses were another previously
| unreported feature of dwellings of
! “hat age. The houses were built by
Pueblo people about a thousand
| years ago, Gillin estimated, and the
| type of house indicates the builders
were well advanced.
Simple rock “lookout” houses
were found on almost inaccessible
pinnacles 2,000 feet above the can-
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from the canyon floor up to their
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spoil my wedding gown, you know."’
‘I'll. say you mustn't!” Don
swung down from a step-ladder to
embrace his Nora with all the ar-
dor of a brand new husband.
“When you say ‘wedding gown,’
woman, it sends a delicious shiver
up my spine. And don't you worry
about the lack of aprons. Jim Per-
kins’ general store up at the Port
supplies every need in the life of a
modern housewife from bathing
Suits to vanity cases. The towels
are, or were anyhow, in a bureau
drawer: but this filthy job is mine!”’
The sun broke through the clouds
at last, and with its cheerful rays
streaming in at the open casement,
the oil stove seemed less dismaying
—the lack of running water some-
thing that could be endured—for a
time, at least! After all, nothing
mattered except this chance to help
Don back to his normal, sunny self,
thought Nora — nothing, perhaps,
save the parting with her father:
The sadness of that parting still
hovered near, when after a supper
of bread and milk (“The first bread
and milk supper I've had since I
was six years old!" admitted Nora)
they tramped a half mile up the
beach, and from a sand dune saw a
full moon rise out of the sea. Sit-
ting there quietly, watching that
ever widening path of gold, hear-
ing the soft, low murmur of break-
ing waves, Don felt that his cup of
Joy was running over. He said,
drawing the girl closer: “Happy,
beloved?”
“Happy,” said Nora.
He turned to search her face in
the growing brightness, conscious of
a reservation in the answer; and,
loving her greatly, Don understood.
“Try to forget your father for a
little while,” he told her. “For you
to worry won't help him now, Nora;
and—and it hurts you.”
The fingers clasping his
tightened a little.
“But he's sufferin Don. It
would be cruel if I forgot that alto-
gether. I wonder—
“Yes?" he urged after a silence.
“Would you mind if—if I wrote to
i311
him once in a 2
own
while, dear?
should I mind, Nora?”
jut he's unjust to you, Don. Ter-
! ribly, terribly unjust. 1 couldn't
have you feel that I wasn’t loyal.”
“Oh, my dear!
pro of of
“Why
“
faven't you given
your loy alty? ? Write to
er of course, if it will make
happier. Who am I to deny
him the comfort of your letters?
He's got only the shadow-—poor
man!-—while I have the substance!
Yes, write, even if you receive no an-
swers. He's angry now; but he'll
treasure those letters just the
same.”
Not for years was Don to know
how true a prophecy that was.
Nora wrote next day, wrote as
she might have a year before, ig-
noring utterly their tragic parting.
“Dad dear, we're here on the
| coast of Maine, occupying a studio
| (it goes by the classy name of
‘shack’!) that belongs to a friend
| of Don's, Carl Venable, whose work
you think so wonderful. It's a dar-
ling place, right on the dunes with
the broad Atlantic for a front yard,
and a glimpse of pine covered hills
behind us. I'm out on the tiny
porch (just big enough to hold a
bridal couple, Dad!) breathing in
| huge lungfuls of cool, salt air, and
hoping you're not suffocating in the
city. And from the delicious odor
issuing from within, I judge that
the fish chowder my husband (!)
| has promised me for dinner, is in
| the making. It's a relief to find him
a good cook, Father. Otherwise we
might suffer from starvation or in-
| digestion or something. Why in the
| world didn’t you send me to cook-
ing school instead of college?”
i (TO BE CONTINUED)
F ound 0 on Buttes
| butte homes and that the “lookout”
houses on the pinnacles were built
| for sentries and as impregnable
fortresses in case of attacks.
All the houses found had been
burned, indicating, in Gillin's opin-
ion, that the Pueblos had grown
weary of the pressure exerted by
their nomadic enemies and with-
drew, burning their dwellings as
they left. It is also possible that
| they were fired by attackers or de-
| stroyed by lightning, they said.
One of the unsolved mysteries in
| the archeological study of Utah is
why the Pueblos disappeared after
developing a fairly high state of
civilization,
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