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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 19, 1928 Barbara Bush Atherton lives father and sister Amy against his will he falls with her. And at the of Marianne Scott's be- Mrs. Lincoln Mackenzie to his old ranch to live. Reso- lutely Barbara adapts herself to the ships of her new life and to the varying moods of her ir- responsible husband. Link's wed- ding is deferred, as Marianne has r led the ibiust' of "4 bust band from whom is getting a divorce, Finally Link, realizing that it is his money she wants breaks their ment. Two years have elapsed since Bar- bara's marriage. She is now a tired, over-worked mother. And the restless Ban, wilh increas- ing fi t g frequency, see away from home. A rich old wo- nr it San Francisco has offer- ed to send Barry to New York and pay his expenses there while he is getting his start as' a play- wright. Barbara tries to make him realize that his family needs his support. INSTALMENT 22 There was a knocking on the pan- els, followed by a silence. The kit- chen was dark, except for sleepy red firelight. Barbara tried to see the clock's face, but there was not enough light. It must b- about 4-- arry might easily come home at any minute now, especially if he had chanced to get a lift out from town. oon, my God, save us! Oh, Lp up, missis," Slinder shout- ed. , He hammered again, frantically, and Barbara thought that she would go mad. But she held herself rigidly silent, It was only for Kate--it was only for Kate she cared. He should not touch, he should not frighten her baby. Quietly, tremblinfly, she set the baby down and went to the mantel. She groped for matches, lighted the mp, "Gimme $20 and I'll go," Slinder shouted. """ou got it--you know you got it. You're rich--you can't teil me," He hammered on the door again. Barbara stood still in the middle of the kitchen, watching with dilated eyes the spot whence the noise pro- ceeded. Why didn't Barry come? . id went to the door and shout- ed: "We have no money, I tell you. If you'll go out of that patio I'll put some fod out for you. But I have no money." "Gimme $20," came back the stu- pid, heavy demand. "You leave me come in and you betcher I'll find it. You won't keep it from me long." The subsiding of her first , wild fright had given her an interval of feverish confidence and activity. But now panic seized her again, All very well for a few moments, perhaps, this barricade of the kitch- en doors and windows, this fortress in her own living room. But suppose he had more of the foul stuff he had been drinking there, and suppose he grew furious? He would not be the first man to butcher a helpless wo- man and a baby on a lonely farm and make his escape days before the discovery of his crime set the law on his trail. And Barbara felt her mouth grow dry again, and her heart beat slow- ly and thickly, and again she whisp- ered in the lonely kitchen, "Oh, my God, what shall I do?" And then like a pulse beating mad- ly in her heart, the blind, suffocated prayer again: "Oh, my God, oh, my God, save us." He was crashing on the shutters with something--a rake handle, per- naps, or a stout plank. The shutters rattled agitatedly, but the iron bars held. Barbara could hear him raging as he battled with the old window. Then followed a long silence. Bar- bara gave Kate her supper, looking fearfully about as she measured the careful spoonfuls, stabbed to the heart by the baby's serenity. Uncon- scious little Kate, with the first frightful danger of her life just be- Turkeys are harder to rear than children sometimes, but they dg -- and once they reach maturity there is less chance of them going wrong. W. Freeman with his tremendous flock demon- tes that other than wheat can be raised in Alberta. He gets his wb, returns at a time when Santa Claus is making his heaviest outlays. The farm is at Strathmore, where is also the Canadian Pacific Experimental Farm. yond the door, At 7 o'clock Kate was soundly, splendidly asleep and Barbara, sitting beside her, watching and waiting with pale, anxious face. Suddenly her eyes lighted strangely and, getting to her feet, she went to the stove, and with a fearful look kept always upon the shutter she mixed a pitcher of coffee and sweet- ened it and heaped fried potatoes on the plate that held the meat, The bottle of ipecac that was al- ways ready for Kate's croup was on a shelf. Barbara poured it into the coffee and tasted the mess with a knitted brow. The label said "poi- son" and was marked plainly with an antidote, but she was desperate now. When the: shutter behind her was shaking unmistakably and its rattle was accompanied by' Slinder's less and less intelligible threats, Bar- bara quickly opened the patio door, and put the plate of food and the steaming pitcher of doctored coffee on the little table outside in the pa- tio trembling from head to foot as she slammed the bar home again. Then she went back to the shutter and, putting her face close against it, she shouted: "Mr. Slinder! I put your dinner beside the door." Perhaps it would sober him, per- haps it would pacify him, Perhaps, of course, it would kill iim, He came round to the patio door and, with her ear close to the tiny slit, she could hear him wolfing his food, gulping his coffee. Suppose she had poisoned him? Then she would be a murderess and tried for man- slaughter, perhaps. : The minutes went by in deathlike OH, [IOTHERS! 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The clock ticked and ashes fell in the fire, but outside silence reign- d ed. Suddenly there was a sickening crasl behind her; Barbara was on her feet, her fingers bunched against her lips, her starting eyes fixed upon the garien window. Under a violent blow from outside the stout old solid shutter had split and through the splintered gap Bar- bara could catch a glimpse of a face --Slinder's face-- The iron rods, buried deep in the old masonry, only a few inches a- part, were no nearer to yielding now than they had been for more than a hundred years, but Barbara did not think of that, She saw the wood spatter and crack and heard it give, and she heard her own frantic screams ringing through the kitch- en. Again and again he ° screamed, quite without effort, quite without consciousness. The room echoed with the hideous sound anc Kate awake- nad and burst into terrified uproar. It was when she saw the first evidence of fright upon the baby's exquisite little face that Barbara came to her senses. Instantly she was still and her voice, as she drop- ped on her knees beside the bed, was exactly the voice Kate knew--tend- er, crooning, reassuring. "My darling--no, you mustn't be frightened--did your mother scare her little baby? Here's mother, Kate, I'm taking care of you, my pre- cious," And in the next second there was a furious, sharp rapping on the pa- tio door, directly opposite the win- dow where the blows had been crashing a few moments ago, and at last--at last--at last the voice of some one--some one there to save her! "Barbara--open it. For Jod's sake, what'. the matter?" Her knees would hardly hold her as she ran; she had no voice; her fingers fumbled helplessly at the heavy latch, "Barry--look out for him--behind you--oh, my God, I thank Thee! Oh, wait--wait--I'm doing it as fast as I can--I'm trying to open it--" And then the door opening and a blessed great figure coming in out of dark, writhing veils of fog, and herself crying, sobbing, tight in a man's arms, trying to speak, trying to drag his big arms closer--closer about her. "Oh, my God, I'm so grateful-- you got here in time. Oh, God--God --I thought he would kill us both, me and the baby. He's been here --hours--hours--hours -- threatening me--he's drunk--" Where's Barry, Barbara?" Link Mackenzie said loudly, harshly, wild with bewilderment and amazement. Without losing his firm hold of her he flung a hand backward to shut the door, got her to a chair and knelt down beside her, working her sud- denly cold hands in his own, anxious, puzzled eyes on her face. "For God's sake, what is it?" he muttered. "Oh, Link," she whispered; "I'm so glad you came." "Don't be frightened, dear," he said tenderly, "I'm here, I'll take care of you." Her eyes were shut--she rested against him like an exhausted bird. know you are--know you will" she panted, utter peace in the white face. And for a moment she could say no more. "What frightened you, dear?" For answer she brought a heavy, uncomprehending look to his own. "Give me the baby, will you, Link?" she whispered. He brought her the child, and she bent her head weakly over Kate's rich silky curls, breathing hard, like a runner. "Link--what brought you?" "Why," he smiled pitifully, hum-| oring her, "our birthday, ara." "So it is." She pulled her hair off her forehead, looked about the brought her eyes to his face. "Di you see him?" "See who, dear? There's no one here." "Oh, yes, there is, Look at that He might have killed us." 2 "Tramp?" asked Link quickly, kindling horror in his gl "A convict--Slinder's his name. He was down here a couple of years ago --stole from Barry. He=" she to tremble--"he threatened me, Link. |" He's been raging all about--he's drunk, too." "Where's Barry, Barbara?" The man asked it quietly, but there was a strange note in his voice. "Link, promise me something-- promise me that if I faint, if I'm ill, you won't leave Kate and me here tonight. Promise me--" He saw that she was already ill, her hands icy, her cheeks blazing. "I promise you, dear. When I go back to Cottonwood I'll take you both and you'll never come down here in. I.swear it, Barbara. Ne- ver mind the man--we'll get him, Never mind anything, except that I'm here--Joe Miller's waiting for me in the car, right outside here, and we're going to take you and the baby back. We're going to take care of Jou and see that everything's com- ortably settled and you're. going to have a long rest." 3 "It sounds--" she faltered, crying, "like heaven." "Can you get hold of Barry and we can get out?" Link asked. "Let me talk to him. This is no place: for you--too lonely and too much work to do. A scare like this--" "But he's in San Francisco, Link. Barry's not here." I She said it simply, almost apolo- gefieally, watching his face. "In San Francisco." Barbara nodded. "You were here alone?" "Oh, for several days, now. And today--today got on my nerves," Barbara confessed; shaking, "My God," Link said forcibly. And his kind, Tough, homely face dark- ened ominously, "What's he doing in the city?" "He--" Fool that she was, she was thickening and trembling into tears: again--"he's left me, Link." A silence. Then Link said, in a stupefied voice: "Left you." : Again the girl nodded, smiling through brimming eyes, Hot tears splashed on the baby's "curls. "Why, he couldn't have," Link be- gan, in the tone of one trying to understand, "Left you? What did he 'think--" = He stopped short, bit his lip. "Did he say so, in so many words?" he asked gently. "He wrote it. He had had tle blues." Barbara explained with sim- plicity, "and he had a chance to go to New York-" "To New York?" "Yes. A rich old woman who does things for men without family ties. And Barry was worried--depressed. You see, there's going to be another baby in June," Barbara added, a little awkwardly, "and he hates all the fuss--" She stopped, distressed eyes upon Link's face. "I'd had that letter," she resumed, "and I wired him. It made me feel-- horrible, of course. And then to have this man turn up and want money-- and Barry not come back--when I needed him so--" And she began to cry, childishly wiping her eyes with the back of her thin, work-scarred hand. ' "Well, the best thing to do is to get you out of this," Link said abruptly, irrelevantly, "Tell me what you need--what the baby needs--" The practical aspect of the move revived her. She opened bureau draw- crs, brought out Kate's cap and coat; it wrung the man's heart to see her stop, now and then, in her slow, half- stupid moving about and wipe her eyes, with a sort of patient bewild- erment. "Now that I've started crying I don't seem able to stop," she said. Link called in Joe Miller; the two men talked in low tones, inspected the shattered shutter, tramped with a heartening noise and nervelessness to and fro. "Guess he's got away." "You look lik. you were going to come down sick, Barbara," Joe Mill- er added concernedly. A square-built kindly man of 50, whose friendship for her dated back to her actual babyhood, he glanced vaguely at the kettle, "Oughtn't you have a cup of tea or something?" "Nothing, nothing," she said grate- fully. But her face was ashen white and she tottered on her feet. "I want to get to houses--voices--streets," she whispered. "Yes, and we'll start," Link said, giving her an anxious glance. "Wrap that blanket round the baby, position Joe and I meant make to Bdrry--about the place. But, Bar- bara," "ink reproached her, "you oughtn"t to stay down there without somebody." not say that she had protested, that today's terrible solitude had been no part of her plan. "I know--" she admitted weakly, And then the fingers of her left hand gras..d his arm and she felt her whole body flex and relax against him, "I'm so sorry--the hospital--" she muttered. "I'm so sorry--" He freed his big right arm, put it tightly about her, spared an in- stant from the irregularities of the road to look at her sharply. "Keep it up just a few minutes dear--you're all right." The drowning blue eyes, picked up by a street light, shon« into his with their old brave radiance. Then they darkened and he heard her inex- tinguishable, rueful laughter in her shadow of a voice as she said: "Im dying, Link, What a--what a She was Barry's wife. She would 'way to behave on--on one's bjrth- day." (Copyright 1928 By The Bell Syn- dicate Inc.) (To Be Continued) FARM WOMEN MAKE STUDY OF MATTERS OF NATIONAL IMPORT Toronto, Ont., Dec. 18, -- The growing tendency of the farm wo- men of Ontario to study and ren- der opinions on matters of nation- al import was observed favorably by Mrs. R, Wyman, convener of the Legislation Commiitee of the United Farm Women of Mani- toba giving her report to the con- vention in Hygiea Hall. Among the decisions made .by farm wo- men on National problems that recommending that one half of all money willed should be be- queathed to the wife of deceased was | |, ONTARIO HOUSE. TO OPEN JAN. 30 "Toronto, Dec. 18--The third ses- sion of the Seventeenth Legislature will open on Wednesday, January 30, Premier Ferguson announced yester- day. The session has begun in Feb- ruary each year since 1923, but Eas- ter comes ~earlier in 1929, and the customary allowance of two months for business of the House calls for a start in January. The Assembly will meet with but three changes in representation, and a shift of only one in party standing. By-elections in East Hamilton, North Renfrew and South Bruce last June were won in all cases by the supporters of the Government, the Bruce seat béing a gain from the Progressive group. The new mem- ers are Controller William Morri- son, Hamilton; Edward A. Dunlop, Pembroke, and Foster Moffat, of Culross. SUGGESTIONS > CHRISTMAS Attractive Holiday Wrappings CIGARETTES = >> af PLAYERS Sigur Javourites" "It's the Tobacco that Counts" In tins of 50 and 100 TURRET Cigarettes "Mild and Jragrant" Popular because of quality In tins of 100 WINCHESTER "the mild blended" Cigarettes 4 packages of 20 cigarettes in a special Christmas carton VICEROY Cigarettes-- "Blended for Mildness" CORK TIPPED or Plain Ends--Cartons of 200. Holiday wrapped. PIPE TOBACCOS Joe. He knows all about handling them, Barbara--he'll not drop her. We don't have to lock up here. I'll send someone down tomorrow. Lean on me, dear." "Ah, you're so 'wonderful, Link. You're so kind--so wonderful to any one in trouble," she said drowsily and heavily, "so terribly kind--it's so good to be taken care of." Blanketed, secure, she was on the front seat. : "Want your baby, Barbara?" the cheerful, friendly voice came from the back seat. had three to practice on. And I'm--" her voice suddenly flagged, weakened --"I'm so tired," she said. "Just stick it out for another fif- teen minutes," Link urged, with an oblique glance. ; "Oh, yes. I'm all right. I'm trying," said Barbara's sweet, weary voice as they started u; their way, "I'm trying not to think what might have happened if you hadn't come, Link." He turned into the highway; they could see the lights of Cottonwood. lying like a band of sparks caught in a gray gauze, miles away. Lights-- houses--blessed companionship. "Had to come for our birthday, Barbara," Link said lightly, affec- tionately. J "You mever forget it," she wmstealily. 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