THE DALLAS POST,
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 1937
PAGE SEVEN
HIGH, WIDE AND HANDSOME
starring IRENE DUNNE and RANDOLPH SCOTT
NOVELIZED
CHAPTER I
Sally knew that she sang and danc-
ed as never before. There was some-
thing about thig country, this West-
ern Pennsylvania, that got you. It was
a sturdy country with sturdy people,
who knew they were building toward
a great nation. For this was 1859 and
the United States of America was still
young.
Here in Pennsylvania the Dutch and
English and Irish farmers were wrest-
ing a new empire from the Alleghen-
ies. They looked as if they were con-
scious of their strength; they radiated
vitality.
Sally, fired a little by their spirit,
danced and sang with greater verve
and abandon. No matter if she was
just a performer in her father’s ‘“Doc-
tor” Watterson, he called himself__
tawdry medicine show; no matter if
Mac, their helper and general facto-
tum, would presently appear disguised
as an Indian and perform ridiculous
contortions on the platform beside her
to advertise the “famous,” if entirely
fake, “Indian Wimard Oil”’—Sally felt
all at once more important than ever
before, 8he knew, in that moment that
she wag beautiful, that her blue eyes
sparkled, that her figure was the per-
sonificaion of grace as she danced. She
' sang:
“High, wide 'n’ handsome,
I'm ridin’ wide 'n’ high.
Run, li'l horsie, run,
Wish you was a bird so you could
AY.
The crowd stirred by her mood,
joined, for it was a familiar lyric.
Beside her, Doc Watterson, burlesque
of elegance in stovepipe hat, frock coat
and carrying a stick, beamed. It look-
ed like good business, here in Titus-
ville.
Sally finished her dance and Doc
began his spiel:
“This little girl with the golden
voice and twinklin’ toes ig my daugh-
ter. Once a pale and sickly child,
weak in the limbs—until she started to
take Indian Wizard Oil!”
It was familiar to Sally. She stood
smiling and looking over the crowd
and then her eyes widened, her smile
faltered a little. Looking squarely at
her from where he sat in a buggy. a
voung man grinned at her. Beside him,
an old lady looked at her with frank
disapproval, but in the man’s eyes was
a look of wonder and admiration.
It pleased her because he was, she
could see, long of limb and broad and
he had a noble head on his shoulders,
and she smiled back, but the next
intant she was alarmed.
A teamster, pulling up beside the
buggy, almost upset it with his wagon.
The young man turned, eyes flashing
anger, and rose in the seat.
“Hey, Scanlon!” he shouted. “Wiatch
where you're goin’!”
The teamster, a lowering man, with
hard eyes, spat.
“D' you Cortlandts think you own
the whole square?’
“No,” said Sally's young man, “but
yeu could "a asked me. I would ‘a’
pulled over.”
“Well pull over now!”
It was at once a threat and a com-
mand. Sally's heart caught.
“Not an inch!” sai@ the man in the
buggy.
Jt might have developed and the
people in the square sensed it, for they
turned from the platform to watch the
fight, but at that momneat Mac made
hig enrance. I was imdeed startling.
With a screaching warwhoop ard
bedecked with feathers and fringes, he
sprang from the wagon behind the
platform to the froemt of the stage and
began what he thought was a savage
dance. The astounded spectators, in-
cluding the twe principals im the ar-
gument watehed him, while Dec began
hig spiel again.
Sally disappeared inte the wagon.
Her thoughts were on the smiling man
im the buggy as she puttered about the
steve, preparing dinner, for that was
amother of her duties. She had a few
minutes before she must appear again
om the platform. But she was eurious.
‘Fhe young man im the buggy.....
She pulled ‘aside tke curtaim by the
stove and looked out. The man in the
buggy was watching Mae and listen-
ing to her father's flerid oratory, but
senething diverted his atteation and
he looked her way. Agaim their eyes
leeked and a slow mice grim came over
his face. It was a Rice facs, ruggedly
handsome and a half-smile started at
tise cormers of Sally's mouth. Then
she remembered herself. It really
wasn't rght.
Wth a show eof anger, she yanked
yanked i so violently that it fell across
the curtan across the window again,
yanked it sO velemtly that it fell across
the stove—but Sally didn’t notice that.
She was confused by her emotions, by
the young man im the buegy stirred
her. And she did not notice, as her
father recalled her to the platform,
that ‘the curtain began to smoke a
little.
Outside again, ‘the crowd had been
whipped to an excited curiosity. With
Mac, Sally went among them, distrib-
uting the bottles of oil,
“My daughter is a ministering ang-
el.” declared her father. “The oil is
free. Just twenty-five cents for the
bottle, You wouldn't expect us to give
away the bottle too—would you now?”
BY HENRY
Curious, the people took the bottles,
uncorking them, sniffing the contents.
Sally, passing the teamster, the one
who had started the trouble a ‘moment
before, handed him one. Insolently, he
gripped her wrist, held it.
“Thanks,”
the best
he gald, leering. ‘“Ye're
lookin’ ministerin’ angel I
iever see.”
She jerked away, hurried to the next
rig, but was mortified to discover that
it belonged to the young man with
the smile. And again they stared, his
smile quizzicar. And though Sally
knew she should hurry on she ling-
ered, fighting back her own smile. She
was startled when the old lady said:
“Hand me a bottle, young woman,
long’s it's free.”
Sally handed it up, but the young
man intercepted it. “I'll take it grand-
ma,” he said. He uncorked it, sniffed
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it, grinned down at Sally.
twinkled.
“Why,” he said, “this is nothin’ but
rock oil__just plain Pennsylvania rock
oil, lady.”
His eyes
Sally’s eyes blazed. “You don’t
know what you're talking about!”
“Oh yes I do,” said the hateful
young man. “It seeps right through the
ground around here. Just ordinary oil.
Guess I oughta know.”
“You oughta know!” she declared.
“How would you know anything? Why
you—you—How dare you—"
‘She probably couldn’t have finished
anyway; but just at that moment a
shrill voice sounded over the square.
“Godalmighty!” it screamed. “The
wagon! it's aflre!”
Sally’s curtain had caught,
Immediately following the scream,
the wagon burst into flames. Sick with
PHOT
anxiety, Sally ran through the milling
crowd to the platform, started through
the door into the blazing wagon. The
flames drove her back. But there were
things in there. Her father and Mac
—Mac was Indian no longer, but just
excited Irishman now—were fighting
the fire, but someone had to save
those things_her best dress, her fa-
ther’s Sunday shirt—everything they
owned in the world that meant any-
thing to them wag in there.
Frantic, she started again, reached
the door, when armg caught her, lifted
her. She looked up into the serious,
concerned eyes of the man in the bug-
gy. And even in that moment she felt
that they were curiously protective
arms. Yet she struggled.
“Let me go!” she screamed. “Let me
go! I—Oh I hate you!”
Behind her the wagon blazed fierc-
ely.
(To Be Continued Next Week)
Laketon
MRS MARIE OBERST
CORRESPONDENT
Mr, and Mrs. Edward Cobleigh vis-
ited her parents, Mr, and Mrs. Fred
Crispell Sunday.
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Mr. and Mrs, Marion Ide of Benton
visited Mr. and Mrs. Cliff Booth on
Sunday afternoon.
Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Sickler and
baby ‘visited Mr. and Mrs. Love at
DeMunds road on Sunday.
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A Democratic Club wags formed Oc-
tober 29 at the home of Mrs. Ottelia
Titus. There were fifteen women at-
tending.
oR
Mrs. Evans London entertained the
Harvey's Lake. Democratic Club on
Friday evening, November 5. A large
number attended.
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The next meeting of the Harvey's
Lake Democratic Club will be held at
the home of Mrs, Peter Delaney on
Friday night, November 12.
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Mrs, Edna Mayer and daughter,
Carol, and Mrs. Daisy Crispell and
daughter, Annabelle, visited Mrs, M.
Oberst on Sunday afternoon.
Jackson
MRS. GUS SPLITT
CORRESPONDENT
Mrs. Sarah Ashton celebrated her
82nd birthday on Friday.
Bert Sunith is recovering at his
home after being seriously ill.
Mr .and Mrs. John Shultes are re-
joicing over the arrival of a son.
Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Bonning and
children spent Sunday at Dushore.
: Jackson Ladies’
he Wee
Warner Franklin of Allentown spent
Saturday with his brother Norman.
Mrs. Corey Smith entertained the
Aid Wednesday of
last week.
Mrs. Jerry Kester of Hillside spent
Sunday with her daughter, Mrs. Cor-
ey Smith.
Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Cease enter-
tained the young married people’s club
on Thursday night.
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Reakes en-
tertained relatives from New Jersey
over the week end.
Mrs. . Fred ‘Shouldice will entertain
the Jackson Ladies’ Aid the first Wed-
nesday in December. v
Miss Freda Shouldice of Kingston
spent. Sunday with her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Fred Shouldice.
Mr. and Mrs. Newell Kester of
Trucksville spent Sunday of last week
at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Gustav
Splitt.
Mrs, George Russ, Martha and
George, Jr. of Fernbrook, visited Mr.
and Mrs. Gustav Splitt on Saturday
: evening,
Mrs. WD. Cease was guest of hon-
or at a surprise birthday party at her
home Saturday evening, November 6,
the occasion being her 79th birthday.
ti (tn Ans
If all the land in the United States
were to be equally divided, there
would be between sixteen and seven-
teen acres for each inhabitant.
RY
Eagle B
Bo —The p
R.AF. Fire Fighting Demon-
strations—Efficiency of the
R.AF. Fire Fighting Units,
was shown at Cranwell
Aerodrome, England, when
sesame | they used as-
bestos suits]
and’ foamiT
and CO2 gas
during dem-
onstration off:
fire - fighting.
hunting.
Bull's-Eyes—Bill Terry, manager ol the New
York Giants, National League baseball cham-
pions, and his son Kenn are looking forward]:
to some real fun together now that the World
Series is over. Kenn and his famous father are
great pals, and when they aren't playing or
talking baseball they are apt to be found
together knocking out bull's-eyes with an air
rifle. Kenn is an enthusiastic.air rifle marks-
man. He and his dad are shown here at
target practice.
Scripts for
la fortunate member of the
[studio audience at her Thurs-
day night broadcasts over
ft he WABC . Columbia net-
jwork,
the attention of
{Kate Smith, the radio song-
Istress, who weekly prepares
cake to be given away to
found the huge bird wh
wl track race. Betty Grable
ecomes Odd Pet
roblem of caring
of shoe that shoemakersj
dream about, exhibited at
the 37th International Shee
and Leather Fair at the]
Royal Agricultural Hall,
“Nightmare” Exhibit
v Milady — (1)
68) smart suit of
black Persian.
length coat of
black Persian
front.
this aliractive
straight lines.
3 cleverly worked without bulk in this
on straight lines. The profile beret is of
black Persian and antelope.
cot overlaid with black tops. A band of
(3) Gray squirrel set off with a
idarker gray imported knit igbric makes
{trims this smart suit of natural colored
|shetland woolen. The
The fur sleeve idea is
paper.
fine black woolen and ill
The fingertip coat is cut
(2) A full
imported woolen in apri-
outlines the neck and
There Is Cedar
Wallpaper — It
is made from
red cedar
wood, so cut
and mounted that it cun be rolled, i
sold and applied like ordinary wall |
Hung in a clothes closet it
effectively moth-proc!
Used as a lining for bureau drawers
it will protect small articles
ing apparel. An economical help to
the home decorator in tress days of!
high building coss.
clothes. j§y
sports outfit. (4) Nutria
coat is cut o
Nutra forms the fron:
Ai
‘part of the hat.
automobile
in. Sports —
Robert Taylor taking part
in an inter-varsity relay
Hollywood
has proven herself
to be quite versatile
both on and off the
movie set. Here she
is shown keeping fit
by jumping rope.
Test of Fire — At the Detroit Proving:
Grounds recently. this sedan was driven:
head on, at a flaming structure.
and intense heat, and emerged wit
car and driver upscgthed,
hel.
penetrated the dense smacke
severity
Columbia's ace ball carrier. (Left) Cap-
tain Clint Frank of Yale selecis his
helmet.
(Right) Sid Luckman;
in the coiffure of this sophisticated
lady. The swirl of the wave ef-
fects a natural contour. A full curl
dip softens the general hairline
treatment.
sweeps the hair upward
Dictatorship In The
F. Horner, aviation autherity,. who
reveals that Mussolini's fliers now
hold 45 international air records,
and Stalin‘s 17. The Russians held
none until
countries are now forging ahead
in the air. Horner is president of
the National Aeronautic Associa-
tion, which annually awards the
3 trophy established by the
Hair Styles for Women — Plastic Robert
Collier's magazine, for the out-
standing performance
ican aviation. He states that the
United States formerly held a ma
jority of the records, but now is
only two"ahead of Italy. 2+}
Air—-Ch
last year, but both
late
J. Collier, publisher of
in Amer
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