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o CHAPTER L—Prudence Schuyler
_gomes from New York to Prosperity
. | Farm, inherited from her uncle, to
© make a new life for herself and her
; brother, David, whose health has been
“broken by tragedy.
J CHAPTER II.—The second day on
her farm Prue adventures into the,
barn loft after eggs. She slips on the
~ hay and falls to the ground—would
have been badly hurt had not strong
young arms been there to catch her.
"The arms are those of Rodney Gerard,
rich young man, who lives at High
Ledges on the neighboring farm. There
is at once a mutual attraction between
the two. Rod decides to stay at his
home throughout the fall and winter,
“looking after the timber.” But Pru-
dence decides to maintain .a cool at-
titude toward him. She suspects men
since her sister's husband ran away
with her brother's wife.
CHAPTER IIL.—Len Calloway, a
rival of Rod Gerard, tries to buy the
A timber off Prue’s land, but she dis-
likes his conceited attitude and con-
tracts with Rod to dispose of the trees.
~ On the evening Prue is expecting David
: from New York she is visited by Mrs.
~ Walter Gerard and her thirteen-year-
old daughter, Jean. They are hateful,
curious persons and leave Prue rankled,
~~ CHAPTER IV.—A few days later
Prudence comes in contact with them
~ again when she accompanies Rod to
his place. A clown comes, advertising
R circus in a nearby town. Prue prom-
~ Ises to accompany Rod and Jean to the
~ sgircus.
CHAPTER V.—They go to the cir-
cus, and while they are watching the
parade, Chicot, an old clown, is ac-
~ cidentally killed. He was the grand-
father of Milly Gooch, one of the cir-
~ ous riders. Rod became friendly with
~ Milly when she and her parents spent
a year on Prosperity Farm. Now her
~ parents are dead. Calloway intimidates
the available laborers in the district
so that they cannot be hired to cut
the timber for Rodney Gerard.
~ CHAPTER VIL—Milly Gooch broke
her engagement to Calloway; he be-
lieves: Rod was the cause and has since
~ been Rod's enemy. After the accident
to Chicot,” Rod calls on Milly to see
if he can be of any help. Prue hardens
herself still more against Rod when
she sees in the newspaper a flashlight
picture of him with Milly.
CHAPTER VIL—Rodney is forced to
go to New York for timber cutters.
David goes with him and helps select
‘men from among the Rescue Mission
hangers-on. After their departure for
New York, the ne'er-do-well Walter
Gerard arrives, evidently wishing to
~ borrow money from his half-brother,
Rod..."
: “Light the lamp, Jean,” said Pru-
dence.
Jane Mack clutched her shoulder.
“No! No! The convict might see and
s-s-shoot. I know folks.”
“Pull yourself together. Wait till
I've drawn the hangings, Jean.”
~~ “Don’t go near those windows, Miss
2 Prue” :
' “Nonsense, Macky. All right, Jean.
Light the lamp.” =
: Spooky shadows cast by the waver-
ing flashlight skulked into corners as
a soft glow suffused the room.
“That’s better. The light will send
your bad dream hustling, Macky. Sit
down and tell us what happened.”
Jane Mack twisted her bony hands.
Jean, in her candy-striped pajamas,
put her arm about Prue’s waist. The
woman sniffed.
“You two girls think I've had a
dream, don’t you? Well, I haven't. I
was just getting into bed—I thought I
‘heard a door creak down here. I stole
~ down quietly. I didn’t want to scare
.you. I tip-toed to this door. A man
was flashing a Il-light over that!” She
‘pointed a blanched finger toward the
safe. “Youd left it unlocked.
“I knew in a minute ’twas the es-
caped prisoner I'd been expecting. I
guess I gurgled. He pulled his hat
lower over his eyes. Pointed his light
straight at my face, so I couldn’t see
“anything, 3
“‘Got you covered. Make a s-s-
sound, woman, an’ I'll s-s-shoot!” he
hissed.”
Prudence’s eyes widened with in-
credulity. Could this vibrant, dramatic
woman be the taciturn, dour spinster
who cooked and scrubbed for her every
day?
Jane Mack swallowed hard. “All I
could think of was the money you had
tied up in those jewels, Miss Prue, an’
what ’twould mean if you lost them.
~ What was this old body of mine good
for, anyway? So I yelled.”
“I'll say you yelled. Then what did
the man do?’ Jean demanded. “Did
he shoot?”
“If he did, I didn’t know it.”
“Perhaps he sneaked in to look
around because he was born here or his
' father died here; we haven't had one
of those old-timers drop in on us for a
week.”
~~ Jane Mack sniffed. “Better look and
see if the ‘old-timer’ got any of your
Jewels.”
~~ “Never mind the jewels, Macky, 1
de¥E to lose them for forgetting to
close the safe. Sure you are not
hurt?”
“Sure, Miss Prue.”
Jean was on her knees before the
safe frantically examining the white
packets when Prudence reached fit
She looked up with frightened eyes.
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“Gone!” she whispered.
~ “What's gone?”
“The emerald and diamonds!”
* * * * * * *
“You ought to set the sheriff after.
that convict,” Jane Mack insisted for
the third time the next afternoon.
At the kitchen table Prudence was
snipping the, stems of the roses before
placing them in vases of fresh water.
Impulsively she put an arm about
Jean’s shoulder and hugged her as the
child drew a long, hard breath. She
knew what she was thinking, knew
that she was remembering the look in
her father’s eyes as he had asked if
the jewels were kept in the house. Of
course, Walter Gerard had not stolen
the gems, he wouldn't fall so low as
that, but— .
“I'll wait until Mr. David comes,
Macky. He will be here so soon that
we had better consult him before we
enter complaint.”
“Well, of course, if you can afford
to lose that emerald and the dia-
monds, Miss Prue, it’s up to you. If
you'd seen what I saw in my teacup
this morning—" With a sniff Jane
Mack disappeared into the pantry.
* * * * * * *
Snug ‘in fur coats, red beret and
green beret making brilliant spots of
color in the gray day, Prudence, with
Jean, backed the cart out of the shed.
They were too early for the train.
In the village they indulged lavishly in
ice-cream cones, and still the minutes
lagged.
“Let’s drive out the pond road a
little way, Jean.”
Prue’s thoughts wandered. Why had
Dave decided to stay at High Ledges?
It would make it awkward for her. Of
course, she would want to see Dave
daily; equally, of course, distrusting
Rodney Gerard as she did, she couldn’t
go to High Ledges.
Rodney! She had wondered if Callo-
way had forged that letter about the
check. After Jean’s revelation about
the photograph she had found in her
uncle’s desk, how could she doubt any
more? Walter Gerard had been right,
the unfinished word was love, of
course. “Flitting from flower to flow-
er”! Mrs, Walt had been right, too,
her brother-in-law was unreliable. He
was the type of man Julie had mar-
ried. {
She must put the Gerards out of her
mind. They were becoming an obses-
sion. Her own affairs needed all her
attention. Who had stolen the jewels?
The escaped convict? She did not be-
lieve it any more than she believed
that Walter Gerard was the thief.
“Here comes Mr. Calloway in that
snappy red car of his.”
Jean’s excited whisper set Prue’s
pulses quickstepping. Calloway on his
way to the village! How soon was the
train due? She pushed back her glove.
Maddening. She had forgotten her
wrist watch. Jim Armstrong had said:
“] wish Calloway might be provi
dentially called out of town an hour or
so before that train arrives.”
Evidently Providence was busy else-
where. Could she stop him? *Suec-
cess” was in line with the pasture bars
from which a ‘path—now ‘a mere
shadow under the snow—led uphill to
the southerly boundary of her prop-
erty, The Hundreds. That gave her
an idea. She would ask him to show
her the trees he wanted to cut. It
would be adventure with a capital A
to lead him off the scent, and she
loved adventure. She gripped Jean’s
arm.
“Stop a minute! Drive the car
home, K. K. Don’t go to the village.
At the crossroads take the turn to the
right; that will bring you to the back
of the red brick house.”
“What's the big idea?”
“I'll ask Len Calloway ‘to show me
where he wants to cut. If he con-
sents, I will keep him away from the
village until the new gang is at High
Ledges.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Calloway.”
Prudence acknowledged the sweep of
the dark-eyed man’s ten-gallon hat
with gay friendliness. ‘This is a clear
case of thought transference. I sup-
pose seeing that path to The Hun-
dreds brought you to my mind. I hate
quarreling with my neighbors, it’s so
—so0 tenement-housey. Can't we arbi-
trate? Perhaps when you have time
you'll tramp over the land with me
detaining you. Drive on, Jean.”
“Just a minute!” Calloway’s near-
get eyes were triumphant. “What's
the matter with now, Miss Schuyler?
My business at the village can wait.
What say if we take that tramp now?
This snow won’t amount t@ much.”
Prudence smiled the most radiant
smile in her not limited repertoire,
“I'm all for it, if you are, Mr. Callo-
way. I'm the original ‘Do-it-now’ girl.”
She looked intently at Jean. “Wait
here, won't you, K. K. I—"
“Don’t have the kid wait. I'll take
you home, Miss Schuyler.”
“That would help. Drive very care
and show me what to cut—but I'm !
fully, Jean, and straight home, remem-
ber. Tell Miss Mack that Mr. Callo-
way is personally conducting me over
The Hundreds. Go out to the barn
and tell Mr. Si. He and I were plan-
ning to set an incubator this after
noon, but that can wait.” Having
posted which two. sentinels on the
ramparts of protection, she stepped
over the bars that Calloway lowered.
Why didn’t the man speak? He was
leading the way along the snowy path.
Woods stretched endlessly ahead,
dense, dark, dismal. She didn’t for an
instant doubt Calloway’s respectability,
but she had a shivery sense of re-
pressed fury smoldering under his
urbanity.
“Here we are!” Calloway stopped
to brush the snow from the top of a
granite boulder. “See that B cut in the
stone? It marks the southeastern cor-
ner of the tract your uncle purchased
from my father. Here's a trail
We'll go in a little way so that you
can see the quality of the timber.”
“All sweetness and light again, aren't
you?” Prudence mentally addressed his
straight back as she followed him. He
paused and turned. :
‘Sorry to have made trouble for you
about your timber, Miss Schuyler, but
when I say I'll put a thing through, I
do it, no matter what the consequences
may be to anyone else.”
Prudence looked up at him. Wist-
fulness was entirely out of her line,
but she did her best with voice and
eyes.
“Suppose—suppose—is it too late to
change my mind and let you—"
The shrill whistle of a locomotive
shattered the silence. The train had
arrived! In a moment or two the
gang would be on its way to High
Ledges, and Calloway was here! Pru-
dence lowered her lids. She felt as if
her eyes were twinkling stars of
triumph.
“Suppose I agreed to let you cut my
timber, would you still try to stop
Rodney Gerard?”
Calloway, who had started on again,
turned. Prudence stopped so as better
to preserve the distance between them.
His massive figure blocked the trail
where it divided and ran east and
west.
“Do you mean that you’ll chuck Rod
Gerard and give me the contract to
cut? Do you mean that?”
His eyes burned red as he hurled
the question. Perhaps it was the
shadow of his theatrical hat that gave
the effect. Whatever the cause, she
didn’t like it, Prudence told herself.
She would back track as soon as she
was sure the men were well away
from the village.
“Can’t a girl change her mind?”
Calloway’s eyes flamed. He caught
her shoulder. She shook off his hand.
“Don’t |”
Prudence Darted Along the Trail
Which Turned Sharply East.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean any harm,
Miss Schuyler. Say listen, I'm a just
man, but I don’t stop at anything, get
me, anything when I've been double-
crossed. I'll pay Rodney Gerard for
interfering in my affairs—it goes back
long before he thought of cutting tim-
ber—if I never do anything else in my
life, but I don’t want a fight with you.
I'm crazy about you. Marry me, and
I'll cut your logs, sell them, and turn
the money over to you. You can have
your own bank account.”
“Oh, c-can I! You don’t r-really
mean it? Your romantic attack of the
subject thrills me.”
She must not chuckle like that, and
she had better cut out sarcasm, she
warned herself. How long since the
whistle had blown? She hated the
eyes looking down at her. He was
coming nearer. Perhaps he was a
little mad. Violent-tempered people
sometimes ended that way. Should
she make a break into the woods. Of
course, Calloway would follow, and
somehow she would elude him. She
couldn’t get lost.
“Well?”
“Really, Mr.—Len—you’ve surprised
me so that I'm all jittery.”
Her laugh made no dent in his glow-
ering regard.
“I’m not in the habit of snapping
up an offer of a heart and hand. You
must allow me time to think,” She
pushed back the sleeve of her cardi-
gan. “My word! Have I dropped
my wrist watch? I must go back.
David gave it to me and I wouldn't
lose it for all the timber in the world.
Please help me hunt for it.”
Her suggestion roused opposition, as
ghe had hoped it would.
“We're going on. Looking the lay-
out over was your idea. Don’t be a
quitter, I've got you here; you'll stay,
T1I go back for the watch. I can find
it quicker alone. Wait here.”
Taking compliance for granted, he
stalked back. As he disappeared
around a bend, Prudence darted along
the trail which turned sharply east.
She went on cautiously looking for
the blaze on trees. No sign of human
occupation. She stopped to listen.
Was Calloway following? Did he think
her a quitter? She wasn’t. She was,
. to use a favorite legal term of David's,
merely “in the exercise of due care.”
while she diverted his attention from
the village.
The trees thinned. What was that
sound? A brook! She couldn't be far
from home if it was the stream which
crossed her lower meadow. She
climbed a high bank, drew a long,
ragged breath of relief. No danger of
being lost now. She had her bear-
ings.
“Hulloa! Hul-lo—o—!"
-Calloway shouting. A thin gray fog
of doubt dimmed her satisfaction in
the success of her role of Providence.
Perhaps her idea hadn’t been such a
knockout after all. She had better
get home. The trail on the other side,
a little way down stream, looked fa-
miliar. She would wade to that.
Zowie, the water was lcy. She
slipped on slimy, concealed rocks,
splashed through pebbly shallows,
plunged into a good pool.
“I'll bet I gave the trout the thrill
of their lives,” she said aloud, as she
pulled herself up by shrubs to the
bank. A fresh blaze! She had seen
Jim Armstrong slash it. She was on
the home trail npw! Better rest fora
moment.
“Hullo—o—o!”
The call set her nerves vibrating. It
didn’t frighten her, but she didn’t like
it. It was too near. The woods seemed
to be closing in on her. She hated the
feeling. She couldn't be mistaken about
this trail. She was sure that she had
been on it before. She must get into
the open. She was freezing.
She ran as swiftly as clutching
bushes and treacherous tree roots per-
mitted. Her cold, wet skirts lashed
her knees; her teeth chattered. How
What fiend had looped that root across
the trail? She picked herself up.
Ooch! What a lump! Lucky she had
struck in the middle of her forehead,
not under her eyes.
What was that? Was she just see-
ing things, or was it—it was a log
cabin! She had been following the
freshly blazed trail to her cabin in-
stead of one to the clearing! What
difference did it make? There was a
chimney. She could get warm.
She stumbled toward it. Threw
herself against the door. It opened!
The breaks were with her! She plunged
in. Lost her balance. Some one
~ caught her.
She stared unbelievingly. Closed
her’ eyes. Opened them. She was
awake. Every hard-drawn breath had
been wasted; every step she had run,
every fall had been futile. Callo-
way’s furious, triumphant eyes blazed
down at her.
(Continued Next Week.)
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FARM WOMEN’S MARKETS
FURNISH HOMES
LECTRIC refrigerators, sweepers,
irons, washing machines, kitchen
cabinets, rolling work tables and other
doodads and modern gadgets make
housework easier fcr thousands of
farm women who earn substantial
profits each year from the sale of
cake, fresh eggs, vegetables, fruit,
jams, jellies, canned goods apd other
products of the farm, kitchen and gar-
den to city housewives who patronize
the hundreds of curb and farm wom-
eh’s markets which are spread over
the country.
Reliable estimates are that about
150,000 farm women take in upward
of $5,000,000 a year from this source,
the money being used to buy ‘farm,
home and family needs which the
regular farming income Is unable to
supply. z
Through the south, parts of the mid-
west, New England and the east these
markets are promoted by the exten-
sion service of the agricultural col-
leges, farm bureau, Grange and oth-
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the markets are carried on by indi-
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fair competition to businessmen han-
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resulting in co-operation and friend-
ly relationships with mutual benefits.
Housewives have. been quick to
trade with the farm women, practical
ly every market reporting an increased
volume of business each year. In
some instances receipts have been
heavier despite lower prices. In fact,
one or two such markets reported
100 per cent increase in receipts in a
single year.
J. Frank McDermand, Indiana mer-
chant, is a great booster for farm
women’s markets; in fact, he started
one and gave the women the use of
the basement under his general store.
McDermand always had a small vege-
table garden, but when the weather
prevented his planting anything one
year, he got the idea that farm wom-
en might be able to bring in their
vegetables, chickens and other such
food and find many buyers among
the town people. The county agent,
when consulted, thought it a good
idea and the matter was taken up
with several farm women.
A market was organized, a score of
women bringing in all kinds of fresh
and canned foods. Advertising in the
Attica and other city newspapers they
found customers from the opening day.
Members of the various farm wom-
en’s clubs in Garfield county, Okla-
homa, send their produce to the Enid
market, where total sales run from
$250 to $350 a day. They specialize
in ingredients for Sunday dinners, and
also have other foods such as sau-
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cakes, cottage cheese and raisin bread.
Practically every one of these club
women spends the income for house-
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expenses for the children.
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women, especially those living inland
away from good roads. Upward of 300
farm women send produce to the stores
in various parts of the state. More
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by these women last year, some of
the contributors receiving as much as
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Augusta county sales rose from $15,000
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the markets, “is that every dollar tak-
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merchants. We realize they are per-
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overhead, but we are trying to show
them that a market will, in time, be
an asset to the community. It will
enable farm women to purchase more
and pay cash for what they buy.”
Thirty-five such markets, in as many
North Carolina towns, made total sales
of $280,000.
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