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â€"Miss Steddon felt a sudden tremor in Farnaby‘s elbow; then it was gone from hers; she saw his thumb nail whiten as it gripped the hymn book hard. â€" j Somehow in the words he chanted seemed to stab him with a sense of guilt.. He felt it a terrible thing for her to stand before that congregation and cry aloud words of ecstacy over her redemption from sin. Her father and mother had named her Remember â€" after one of the Mayflower. girlsâ€"nearly three hunâ€" dred years after. Her father. often wished that she had been likened to those Puritan maidens. But that was because he did not know how like she was to them, how much they, too, had terrified their parents with their love ‘of finery and romantic experiâ€" ment. : For it is only the styles, and not the souls, that change. There are chronicles enough to prove that the same â€"quota of the Remembers and the Praisegods of Plymouth and the cther colonies suffered the same bitâ€" ter beatitudes and frantic bewilderâ€" ments as Remember Steddon and Elâ€" wood Farnaby endured when their elbows touched in the choir loft of this midâ€"Western village. But then she had not escaped blame herself, and she was in a mortal dread now of a vast cloud=ofâ€"obloquy lowering above her and ominous with lightning.. .: ©..; His daughter had heard him lay the blame in previous years on other activities. She wished he wouldn‘t. First Instalment "Los Angeles!" the sneering preacher cried, as Jonah might have whinnied, "Nineveh!" and with equal secorn: â€" "The Spanish missionaries may have called it the City of Angels: but the moving pictures have changed its name to Los Diablos! ~For it is the central factory of Satan and his minions, the enemy of our homes, the corrupter of our young men and womenâ€"the school of crime. Unless it reformsâ€"andâ€" soon! â€" surely, in God‘s‘ good time, the ocean will rise and swallow it‘ _ â€" or more awayâ€"the eren Oc tor Steddon was so convinced by his own prophetic ire that he would hardâ€" ly have been surprised to read in the Monday morning‘s paper that & benevolent earthquake had taken his hint and shrugged the new. Babylon off into the Pacific ocean. s * ! But Doctor. Steddon,. if he could have seen the realm he objurgated, would have confessed that the devil had a certain. grace as a gartl_éhextl and that his minions were a handâ€" some, happy throng.. _ Asâ€"it was Docâ€" tor Steddon had never seen Les Anâ€" geles and had never seen a moving picture. He knew that the world was going to wrack and ruinâ€"as usualâ€"and he dlaid the blame on â€"the nearestâ€" noveltyâ€"as â€"usual.â€" â€"â€"â€"â€".â€" 18 Though he was two thousand miles Among the slipshod children of his family Elwood alone had managed to acquire ambition.~ He had latterly supported his mother and a pack of brothers and sisters. < Heâ€" had even been able to afford to go to the war and win the guerdon of «w wound that made him glorious in Remember Stedâ€" don‘s eyes and a little more lovable than ever. â€"â€"Her father, however, had been unâ€" able to tolerate the thought of his daughter‘s marrying the son of the town sot. Doctor Steddon felt that he was proving his love, his loving wisdom toward his daughter, by forâ€" bidding her even to meet young Farâ€" naby outside the choirâ€"loft. He was sure that her love would wear out. She had loved Elwood since they were childrenâ€"had loved him all the more for the squalor of his home. He was the son of the town‘s most eminent drunkard, old "Falldown Farnaby." To Remember Steddon the news that Elwood would have no job in a week ‘and would know no placeé to look for one had more than a comâ€" mercial interest. â€" It was the alarum of fate. s p34 When the choir was not singing openly and aboveboard, it was usualâ€" ly busily whispering. ~Even Elwood Farnaby had to lean over tonight and whisper impertant news to Rememâ€" ber. He was not permitted to call at ‘her house or to beau her home after the service. Singing .beside her in the house of Godâ€"that was differâ€" ent. He told her now what he had just learned, that" the factory where he was employed would close down the following week because of hard times. Elwood. was to have been promoted to superintendent soon. Their secret, unknown and unconâ€" fessed, was concealed by the very clamor. ofâ€" itsâ€" publication.â€" And it troubled Farnaby mightily to be‘gainâ€" ing all the advantage of a lie by singâ€" ing the truth. t y>~s yor 'OU!‘:'GS ul IGH-%&E- B rupeRt HUGH ILLUSTRATED BY DONALD RILEY +« . .. All heâ€"said was, "My Child!" ... T HE P RES 8 Next morning at her father‘s comâ€" mand Mem went to see Doctor Brethâ€" erick.. She told him that her parâ€" ents were afraid her cold was more than a cold, and she coughed for him. He asked her. many questions, and she grew so confuged and apt in blushes that he asked her more. Sudâ€" denly he flung her a startled Jook, gasped, and stared into her eyes as if‘ he would ransack her mind. In the mere shifting of his eyelid musâ€" cles sheâ€"could read amazement, inâ€" credulity, conviction, anger, and finâ€" ally pity. % Mem again was coughing violently and the rest of the way home Doctor Steddon was not a preacher anxious about his daughter‘s soul, but a father afraid of her life. The cough to her parents was an ominous probâ€" lem. To her it might promise a soluâ€" tion. _ : On tRhé way home under the wasted magic of the rising moon, Remember did not walk as usual between her father and mother with a hand on the arm of each. Tonight she kept on at her mother‘s left elbow and clung so tight to the fat, warm arm that her mother whispered: "What‘s the matter, honey?" ° _ "Nothing,> mamma," she faltered. "I‘m just a little tired, I guess." _ ElIwood had expected that the bad news would shock ‘her.. But he could not understand the look of ghastly terror she gave him. He forgot it in his own bitter brooding and did not observe the deathly white that blanched her pallor. _ f ‘He did not know his© daughter: Who ever did? ie tss is â€" She coughed incessantly, too, and kept putting her hand "to her chest as if it hurt her there. â€"â€" _ Yet he had noted that she was paler of late and had added that worry toâ€" his backbreaking load of worries. * All he said was, "My child!" In the talk that followed, Dr. Brethâ€" erick drew out the fact Elwood Farâ€" naby was "the man" and suggested a plan for their marriage when the tele= phone rang. § There could be no solemner conâ€" ference than their. ~Doctor Brethâ€" erick had attended Mem‘s mother when the girl was born. He thought of her still as a child, and now she dazed him and frightened him by her mystic knowldeges and her fierce deâ€" mands that he should help her out of her plight or help her out of the world. : 54 i /¢ V% He refused to do either‘ and deâ€" manded that she meet her fate with herioism. y * So she stayed at home fgnd stared through the streaming windows. She saw her poor old father set out to preach the funeral sermon. Doctar Steddon clutched â€"his old overâ€" cosat about him and plunged into rain that hatched the air in long, slanting lines. Mesues 6 A hurricane struck the little town of Caverly on the day of Elwood‘s funeral. _ When Mem expressed a wish to sing with the choir at the service over their late fellowâ€"singer, her mother cried, "A girl who‘s got. to be shipped out West has got no right to go dut in weather like this." The doctor‘s welcoming "Hello!" broke through, . a manyâ€"wrinkled smile. It froe to a grimance. As Mem watched he kept saying: "Yes .i .. Yeg.". ... Yes!" and finally, "That‘s rightâ€"bring him here." It was Dr. Bretherick who afterâ€" ward found a solution. n y o ~ He chose Woodville as the name. Mem was to write of Mr. Woodville‘s devotion, then to describe a hasty marriage and request that her letters thereafter be addréssed to her as Mrs. Woodville. f â€" _ After a brief honeymoon she could eliminate MWoodville in some way to be decided at leisure. It would be risky, he said,; to let Mr. _ Woodville live too long. â€" f What‘s happened to Elwood? He‘s hurt. He‘s killed." ~ => 1 "Yest" © tras <â€" She was startled at this undreamâ€" edâ€"of escape. He went on: K "I‘ll tell the necessary lies. That‘s a large. part of ‘my practice. And practice makes perfect. You will go to some strange townâ€"and pose as a widow. : * He set down the telephone as if it were a drained cup of hemlock. > "It wasn‘t Elwood?" Mem said. "No. Yes.: Wellâ€" O God!â€"what a bitter world this is!‘ > Mem caught eagerly at grief. He had that valor of the, priests which leads them to risk death in order to defeat death; to endure all hardship lest the poorest soul go out of the world without a formal conge. "Your cough will take a long time to cure or kill," he said. "But_ it may come in very handy. I‘ve got it_all thought out. â€"You can‘tâ€"stay in thistown now, I suppose. Most of the animals crawl away and hide at such a time; so suppose you just vanish. Let your cough carryâ€" you off toâ€"asy, Arizonaor California." "You will marry an imaginary man out there and let Kim .die quietly. Then, if you ever want to come home here, you ~can come back as Mrs. Somebodyâ€"orâ€"other." _ (Continued on following page) Thursday, August 1, 1929 g* Thursday, Au DR. GE Hours: ~*; 146 @ Office . Pho: Residence Selv SEL HORS Horse KENTUCK Telegraph 1 mi. so I Phone Corne Summer 256 St. J CO Ja rad che Tile Te 92