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AY LAST NEIGHBORS By ROBEIRT STEAij him. would bt back Author mf ^ W•0 '/Vl, <%* «pTLn,-K nI V, T| >' *'T<1U MM "^•tf^M CPHNB-H •w* ^W« « SYNOPSIS.--Lured by hit fouryear- old playmate, Jean Lane, Frank Hall, asred six. ventures on the forbidden wall of a dam. In a small Ontario town. He falla Into the water and la saved from possible death by clinging to Jean's outstretched arms. Next day Jean informs him that because of their adventure of the day before he is in duty bound to marry her. He agrees when they are "grownups." With Jean's brother, John, also aged six, Frank begins school. Two years later they are Joined by Jean and Frank's slater, Marjorie. A little later Jean confides to Frank, In •erae, her hopes of some day becoming "Mrs. Hall." He accepts the "proposal." Frank Is fourteen when his mother dies. The boys are eighteen when J&hn's father Is killed In an accident. Two year's later Frank's father and John's mother are married. Dissatisfied with conditions, and ambitious, the two boys make plans to go to Manitoba and "homestead," the girls agreeing to go with them. They set out. At Regina they meet "Jake," who agrees tp find them satisfactory homesteads. He does so, and the two friends file claims on Sections Fourteen and Twenty-two. Jake sagely advises the adventurers in the purchase of supplies, and in a wagon drawn by a yoke of oxen, and with a cow, the four arrive at their future homes. Construction of "shacks" and the making of a garden are their first occupations. A young Englishman of the name of "Spoor' is a neighbor. They call on Spoof, who Is living In a tent. Spoof, on his return visit, discloses himself as a man of varied social attainments. Frank's Jeaic ousy is aroused. Marjorie discovers that they have a new neighbor. "He" turns out to be a Mrs. Alton, a widowed Englishwoman, who, with her threeyear- old son Gerald, has taken ap a claim. Frank and John leave the homesteads.for a time to do harvest work for wages on a longer-established farm. They encounter Jake, who tells them of his adventure Into matrimony. After two months' absence they return to their homes. Jean's enthusiastic welcome encourages Frank. The Tand sections begin to fill up with settlers of all nationalities. Jake and his wife have located In the neighborhood. Mrs. Alton remains strangely aloof. Winter sets In. CHAPTER X Days wore by; sometimes days of unbroken sunshine; sometimes days Of gently sifted whiteness flattering Oat of a gray sky. In a week all the prairie was blanketed deep with snow. Then came the great night At this time of the year, In this latlture, it Is dark by five in the afternoon, particularly If the sky happen to be overcast On the day in question Jack and I had done up our few fhores about the stable, carried In a * Supply of water and firewood, and returned to our shacks for supper. Mary : jorie, brisk, efficient housewife that ,;*he was, had the table set when 1 ^, J . , tame in. Our meals were perforce a'1' .j ^ glmple, and when we had finished and *"v> • Ihe few dishes were cleared away I |:looked at my watch. It was barely tlX o'clock. "This Is going to be another of our | long, long evenings," Marjorie re- |: Barked, with what seemed like a sug- * festlon of complaining. "Suppose you f ask Jafk and Jean to come over; I f. 4on't feel like going out in the snow." "Jean may not feel like going out V oither," I retorted. "I guess she's as ^ *iuch like sugar as you are," I added, fcavlng in my mind some reference to adage about sugar melting. "I fancy you think she's a good deal more like sugar, than I am, brother o' - mine," Marjorie returned. "Well, ran •long and find out." Later, when I recalled that remark, 1 I was struck by Its significance, but •t the moment I had no suspicion that Jack and Marjorie were working a Ocheme on me. I have always held Jbat Jean was innocent of any part lb it So urged, I pulled on my pea-jacket •nd overshoes and. fur cap and started out on the hundred-yard jaunt from our shack to the one .across the gully. I made the trip without difficulty r *nd entered without knocking as was 4-r----Our custom in our numerous visits tack and forth. Jean looked up from the table where she sat reading. "Alone, Frank?" she said, when I bad closed the door behind me. "Yes; where's Jack? I came to "Jack left for Fourteejusome time ago. He was going to ajjlk you and Marjorie to come over. X<t>u must have passed him." / "That's rather funny. That's what I came for, if you reverse it Strange I didn't see him on the way." "He may have looked In at the Stable again, to make sure that the stock are all Tight" Jean suggested "He said It looked like weather." I stood for a moment undecided whether I should go back for Jack and Marjorie, or ask Jean to go with me. It was she who settled the Question. rough •Take off your things, Frank," she invited. "Jack will be there by this time, and will keep Marjorie company. It is not a good night Cor a girl to go walking." So I stayed, although a little selfconsciously. Jean and I had known each other's company since childhood, but, at least since coming to the West, we had hardly seen each other alone. Always Jack or Marjorie, or both, were somewhere about. There had been, of course, that sudden. Impetuous, unspoken revelation when " returned from our harvest absence in the settlements, but there had been no talk of love between Jean and me. I bad treasured that moment as a bit of wonderful memory, as a glimpse of wonderful promise, but ] had not presumed upon it; I had concluded that two months' loneliness bad been too much for Jean's reserve, . and that she^had done something it 11 hardly would* be fair to talk about. .• . . Doubtless Jack, when be found I had missed shortly. I took my wraps off and sat down beside the stove. The warmth was very pleagant after the buffeting of the snow, and Jean looked very lovely and tempting in the soft glow of the lamp on the table. I felt a strange embarrassment growing upon me as the moments were ticked off by the little alarm clock on the shelf. The embarrassment grew until I felt that I must break it by speech of some kind. "What are yoa , r*#ngr I tared at last -Nothing.- . ; " "Nothing! Tott tlirrs i hook--" "I know, but I'm not reading it" "Then what are you doing?" "Just waiting." "Waiting? For what?" Then she looked up at me, and there was a light In her eyes that was stranpe and good to see, but it Bent my brain reeling. For a moment abe looked at me thus, and started my heart thump-thumping like a steam pump. Then her eyes drooped. "Don't you know, Frank F she murmured. Her face was ruddy In the glow of the lamp, and the pink skin shone a color that was not all reflected. Amazing as was her revelation I could no longer fall to understand it I rose and walked to the table; I took her hands in mine and lifted her to her feet "You are waiting for me to--kiss you, Jean," I whispered. She was trembling, but she spoke with outward composure. "There is something else, first." "Something else--first? I don't understand." "You should." I could not follow her thought "I kissed you once before," I ventured. "Many times before." "No, only once. The other times were when we were children. They don't count." "Do things that happened when we were children not count--with you?" "Do they--with you?" "Ask me, and see." It had come; the moment of which I had told myself In dreams and visions; the moment to which I had looked forward with a strange fear ^nd a great hope. "Jean," I whispered. I love you. Will you be my wife?" As I write the words they seem very bare and matter-of-fact But they were all that Jean required. She made no spoken answer, but she turned her face to mine, and I drew her up in my strong arms and kissed her in the breathless passion of our young love. . . . After a time, with one box serving us both, we talked of our future. I hinted that circumstances made our immediate marriage somewhat dependent upon the course that Jack and Marjorie might elect to follow. I took It for granted that Jack and Marjorie would marry, but I was very vague In my idea as to when this would happen. "I don't think we shall have to wait on Jack and Marjorie," Jean remarked, knowingly. "I rather think they havo been waiting on us." "Then they need wait no longer," I said, boldly. "I am ready at once; now." "We might make It by Christmas," Jean remarked, more thoughtfully. "We can't afford any special wedding clothes but we can at least afford a few weeks' anticipation." "Then Christmas be it!" I exclaimed. "Oh, Merry Christmas!" I was so stirred with a strange new joy that all the future looked rosy and inviting. But suddenly I felt Jean's arm tighten on my neck and I looked up in her face just In time to catch the splash of a warm tear on my cheek. I was immediately filled with wonder <and misgiving. What could make Jean cry in a moment of such happiness? I pressed the question. "I'm not sorry," she said at length, "but I'm a little--frightened. Not for you; for myself. Oh, my dear Frank, my dear boy--will you always--will we always--love each other as we do tonight?" Manlike, I assured her that of course we would. She rested her bead against mine, and for awhile she seemed to nestle at peace in the soft luxury of our love. But presently a shiver ran through her frame, and drawing back a little, she looked me fairly In the eyes. ^ "You' know, Frank," she murmured, "it seems strange to say it but I am so glad to get this settled." "Not gladder than I, little one," said I, shaping my lips to endearments with the awkwardness of my racial reticence. "You couldn't be gladder than I am." "I have waited so long," she continued, almost disregarding my Interruption, "fo get it settled--to be sure of myself--to know just what Is going to happen." "To te sure of yourself? How sure of yourself?" She dropped Into a moment's silence, as though studying her words before attempting an answer. "YouWon't misunderstand, I think, Frank," she said at length, "If I tell you that I have been somewhat like a traveler on the prairie who comes upon two roads, and is not quite sure which he should take. Let us say a storm Is sweeping down £»m the north, and his very life depends on the right decision. But the longer he stands there, looking at them, the harder It is to make the choice. It's a comfort to choose, and be on one's way.' "But suppose he chooses the wrong way?" I blundered out, only half fol lowing her meaning. "Oh, Frank I" she cried, seizing my s«ht»o ulders In her strong, su.p pVl e .h an.d. s WNU Service Copyright by Robert Staad "I have never doubted it," I said. And even as I uttered the words the first little poisoned arrow of doubt in some way dodged through my armor and stung me in the heart. Perhaps it waa the reaction to Jean's vehemence; perhaps It was that I saw her striving over-hard to convince herself. And from being over-sure I now craved to be assured. % "You are quite sure?" I ventured, after another silence in which I felt that subtle poison slowly chilling through my veins. "You are quite sure you should not have taken the road to section Two?" "Oh, FrankI" For a moment she buried her face In my shoulder, then she lifted her head proudly, like one who goes forth resolutely to try his spirit In some great Issue. "Yes, I'm sure! Spoof Is to me only a neighbor, an acquaintance, always. I am quite sure." "And there was no third trail, no little-beaten third path that might' have been the one to be chosen?" I persisted, anxious to stifle my demon of doubt at its birth. "You are thinking of Brook," she caught me up instantly. "Let that give you no uneasiness. Brook was only an Incident--a rather pleasant incident," she added, and for the first time I realized how exquisitely tantalizing Jean could be, "but an incident; after all. Let's not talk about It; or think about It, any more, at all. Everything Is settled." So, by force of will, we turned our minds Into happy, unquestioning channels, and talked of the future, our future-- and built fairy dream castles that were most wonderful things to dream about From time to time Jean arose from my knee to throw fresh m "You're on Twenty-Two, All Right, but Why Did You Come Back?" It mustn't mustn't mustn't be the wrong way 1 I won't have it the wrong way--1 won't think of that aa possible! gee, here we are. And We have known, always, since we were little children, that we were for each other, haven't we, Frank? It has always been settled, in heaven, don't you think, and we have just confirmed It? Oh, J know It ha*--I know it has!" wood on the fire but she needed no coaxing to return. Some strange phenomenon had already occurred between us, and Jean, with all her gentleness and beauty and delicacy, no longer walled herself about wltlj quite the same barrier of shyness as had been her custom. But her soul, I knew, was? as pure as the snow sifting across the white prairies outside. At last we had to come back to earth. "It's growing colder," said Jean, as she again replenished the flre. Then, glancing at the little clock on the shelf, "Why, it's after midnight! Jack is late." Are you uneasy for him?" 'No-^why should I? Jack Is all right And I have you. But I thought he would have been back before this. . . Listen!" We strained our ears, and presently became aware that what had seemed to be the silence of the night was really full of noises. The wind whined with an eerie note about the eaves of the little shack, and the tremor of its pressure ran through the board walls and wrung mournfu} creaklngs from the slender framework of the building. Above all came a sound of rushing, as though the night itself swept by, drumming on the tin chimneyplece as It went The Incessant lash of snow against the black panes of the windows gave further notice of the rising storm. "Perhaps I had better go home," I said at length. "Jack is doubtless waiting there until I turn up." You have the same privilege to wait here until he turns up," Jean commented. "Still, I suppose it's the right thing to do." So, reluctantly enough, I got into my peajacket, cap, and overshoes, and with Jean's goodnight kiss on my lips, and a promise to come again very soon, I opened the door. The moment did so the suction of the storm put out the light, and the next instant a flail of icy snow particles lashed through the room. I pressed the door shut again while Jean found matches. Such a nlglit!" she exclaimed. "Is it quite safe to try It?" Of course! It's not a hundred yards, and 1 could make It with my eyes shut." So, with another farewell (for good measure) I started again, Jean shading the lamp while I rushed through the door and closed It behind me. My first sensation was of having been clutched by the neck; of being strangled In a grip which I could not throw off. In a few moments the worst of tbat sensation passed, and my lungs began pumping violently, working against the partial vacuum created by the storm. It waa not very cold, but the snow stung the face where It struck; it clung In the eyebrows, melted, and ran Into the eyes, blurring such poor vision as there was in the gaunt that buffeted from every side. I looked for the light of the shack on Fourteen, but it was nowhere to be seen; evidently its faint rays could not beat their way through the hundred yards of swirling tempest that Intervened. So, taking careful note of my directions, I started out my head bowed to save my face from the lashing of the storm; my legs wallowing uncertainly through the varying depths of drifts. At length I knew I had come to the edge of the gully; although I could see nothing I was aware that I was going sharply down a steep slope. Here at points the snow was already piled in great drifts and I plunged through it waist deep, only to come suddenly upon a bare, Icy spot where I lost my balance and fell. I was now at the bottom of the coulee, and the ascent proved even more difficult than coming down. I had to plow through deep drifts and scramble up Icy ledges, and I could only suppose that I had reached the top by the greater violence of the storm. Nothing was to be seen but a gray mist; my eyes were almost completely closed with snow and ice. I was not cold; Indeed, I was warm, but I began to realize that my exertions and the strangling sensation I felt In breathing were quickly exhausting me. However, there could not be much further to go, and I pressed on. It is wonderful how little sense of distance the average man has when deprived of the service of his eyes. He may walk a road every day in the year and yet have but a faint idea of the number of paces it represents. He probably could not tell you how many steps there are In the stairs of his house. As to direction he is even more hopelessly at sea, and when. In addition to these difficulties, he is plunging waist deep through snow drifts and buffeted by a fifty-mile gale he is in Imminent danger of becoming hopelessly lost. Just how near to that state I had come I began to realize, and it was with more relief than I would have cared to admit that I at length discerned a faint glow of yellow light battling against the storm and throwing fantastic specters into the night. I was soon at the shack, and, groping my way along the wall, I reached the door and burst in. Jean was sitting by the stove, her wonderful hair down about her back and neck, her face resting in her hands, her feet on the rail of the stove and her dainty ankles peeping out from under her woolen skirt. But for the moment my appreciation of her charms was burled in amazement "Jean! what are you doing here?" "Frank! You've come back! What |s the matter?" ' I threw off my mitts and rubbed the Snow from my eyes while Jean took tny cap and shook It and then stood by, eagerness and apprehension In her face. Then, when I was quite sure I was not in a dream or a mirage, "I guess I'm back on Twenty-two, am ^t?" I said, as one who, suddenly awakened from sleep, finds it impossible to recall his surroundings. i, "You're on Twenty-two all right, but why did you come back? Not that I'm not glad to see you--you know I am, Frank, dear, always--but, why did you come back?" "I guess It's because my time hasn't come," I answered, soberly. "I've beard of getting turned around In a storm, but I didn't know ft could bappen BO easily. I suppose it was when I fell at the bottonj of the gully." "Well, you're here, and we're not going to take any more chances," said Jean, slipping her arms about my neck when I had told her. "We're going to have a Uttle supper, and If Jack doesn't come you will stay until he does." Jean hustled about and my eyes followed every graceful movement as she prepared hot tea and made toast at the fire, and found a jar of preserves that she had cached away for some special occasion. And when we had finished our betrothal banquet she gave me a lamp and sent me into Jack's room. And after a little her limpid voice called to me a last goodnight, and through the open doorway of my partition-- we could not afford unnecessary doors in those days--I saw her slender hand tossing me a caress. And then her light went out, and I lay under Jack's warm blankets listening to the roar of the storm and hoping Jack was quite all right, and marveling at the amount of happiness one human heart can hold. My doubts were gone; my faith was again the faith of a little child. And my mind wandered back Into the past and picked up again those tender days of childhood when Jean and I played together beside the dam, and the sober mlllwheel across the stream flung Its myriads of diamonds In the nlr. And Jean had saved me In those days, and I was to be hers-- hers and she mine, forever! tinder {lie blankets I was warm enough, but the breath with which 1 filled my lungs was the breath of the Arctic. The cabin was la Inky darkness. Outside, the whine of the gale had risen to a roar, and the frail timbers of the little shanty creaked and trembled under its fury. I thought of Jack, and wondered. The telephone-- best of all God's gifts through the Inventive mind of man to those who live in the isolation of vast distanceswas as yet not In general use on the prairies. As I look tonight at the telephone on my desk by means of which I can speak instantly to Jack's house or any other house in the nelfeh borhood I am reminded that these miracles of today are accepted so much as a jnatter of course tliat we are in danger of forgetting what the world was before they came. But that night there was no telephone on my wall, or Jack's; no flre-shod messengers from house to house conld bear through the storm the cheerful news that all was welly So I thought of Jack and wondered. Jean had accepted his absence With composure; she afterwards said that Brook, the mounted policeman, had told her that the man who was prairie wise, when caught away from home by a storm, stayed where he was safe, even if his doing so occasioned some uneasiness to his friends. "It is better that your friends should be uneasy while the storm is on than that they should follow you with flowers when the weather clears," Brook had declared, and Jean, after accepting the philosophy, had passed It on to Jack. She had no doubt that he was as safe on Fourteen as was I on Twenty- two. But I had none of this philosophy to steady me, and I was decidedly uneasy about Jack. My brief wrestle with the storm had shown me how easy it was to become hopelessly lost even among the most familiar surroundings and how soon exhaustion would overpower one. A little Irresistible shiver of nervousness ran up my spine as I realized how fortunate I had been in coming back to my starting point I might have missed it and gone on lntu the n i g h t . . . M QiiHrenCryfor ***; A * 1 ^4-, *r ^ Jean seems to be sure, at last But Is she? Girls have been known to change their minds. (TO BB CONTINUED.) Great Christian Creed The Atbanasian creed was one mt the three great creeds of Christendom --the two others being the Apostles' creed and the Klcene creed, it. derives its name from Athanaslus, the opponent of Arlus and champion .of orthodoxy, by whom It was supposed to have been written. It Is the most rigid of three creeds mentioned, and was the standard of orthodoxy during the Middle ages. It is famous for its so-called "damnatory clauses." By many it is thought to have been written by Sergeant Hilary of Aries about 450; some argue for a later date, between 700 and 800, while others nounce It a forgery.--Exchange, Guinea Pigs for Table Guinea pigs used as food are taked whole, or may be cut into pieces and fried or fricasseed. Cavies are excellent as entrees, in various stews and served with mushrooms, with brown onions, peas a la soublse, and especially with curry. On account of the whiteness of its skin the smoothhaired white guinea pig is best adapted for the table. The males become somewhat strong flavored with age, but are fine wb?n four or live months old. Females are tender and finely flavored for a much longer period of time.' They are probably at their best when about one year old. I awakened with a consciousness that the shack was very, very cold. 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