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|1 I THE PERKINS JOURNAL i I I II III I I I I II , ,,a r Honeymoon Mountain By Frances Shelley Wees Oapyrllg41t by lTe.ne Bhell(o, W ilil I CHAPTER VIII--Continued --17- "What you're hinting at," Tubby said boldly, "is that we've got to capture him, then, and dispose of him finally, once and for all. Murder, I suppose. Of course, It doesn't matter. Any of USe would gladly oblige, but It would be nice to know your plans first. We might draw lots to see who would stab him. That's the fairest way. really." "What we've got to do," Bryn said, disregarding Tubby, "is to let him come here, all unsuspecting ; but we've got tO know ahead of time. We've got to let him come here to make sure of getting our hands on him. Inside our own gates we can be sure of being un- disturbed." "I know," Deborah said suddenly. Joe." "Joe?" 8he turned to Bryn. Yes. Joe is our nearest neighbor's boy. Before you came," she explained, "when Joe's fa- ther brought us any mail from town, or anything we didn't expect, he used to sound a call on a horn he has there. & kind of hunting bugle he made him- self out of a deer-horn. He'a terribly proud of it, and he loves to do it. He's taught Joe, too, and you can hear it for miles. Why not.., why not have Joe watch the road? Nothing could get past him, especially if you told hlm enough to make him see how serious It wu. And the minute he sees the car he can sound the horn, and we'll have almost fifteen minutes to prepare." "Well, there you are," Bryn asld, atiing down at Deborah. "We're all right, aren't we?" "'We're . .. all right," Deborah said, and her lashes dropped to her cheek at the look in his eyes. Bryn, very boldly, had proposed a arlit walk to Deborah, and to his sur- prise she had made no excuse. She had been pale and weary after the ex- dtement of the letter, and now that some solution had been  inched, she put it behind her with relief. She walked along beside him in silence, holding to her face, from time to time, the sheaf of clove-pinks he had gathered for her beside the walk. Their perfume, heady and sweet, drifted up to him. "It's a beautiful night," he said Musdily. yes.,, What's It like up here in the winter time, Deborah?" "Oh," she replied, "It's beautiful. I love it. We get ever so much snow, Just here In the valley, but It doesn't lust long. When It comes, It makes me think of Lorna Doono. Do you re- member? When the snow was so heavy and thick, and they were all winter- bound ?" "What do you do with yourself when you are snow-bound?" "There was always plenty to do. Mending, you know, and sewing, and keeping the house In order." "But in the evenings?" She glanced up at him. "Sometimes it is a little dull," she said. "But Joe's father brought us a load of logs each tell and we would put one on the fire, Gary and l, and sit beside it reading. Or playing chess." "It sound's very pleasant," Bryn said. uWe'll get a radio this winter, shall we? And how about a kitten or two? hearth isn't really complete without a kitten." 8he murmured something under her breath. Bryn bent toward her. "I beg your pardon?" "1 said,"' she replied, lifting her voice, "I said, you would probably be bored. The road will be impassable as amen as the rains set In. You will find it very dull, shut away from the world for so long." "No," he said. "I'd be looking at you." She caught her breath. "You'd . . . 7ou'd get tired of that." "I'd never get tired of looking at Iron. Don't you know how beautiful lou are, Deborah You're the prettiest thing in the world." :'Oh, no. No, I'm not." She bent her head and lifted the 91nkm to her lips. She held them there, Silent, NDebontlL" Yes?" "Do you . . llke me at allY" She did not answer. Bryn could bear hie own heart pounding, tie waited. She stirred. "You have been more than kind to me," she said, "and to Grandmother, too. 1 am very grateful." tilts put her hand beside her on the wall and Jumped lightly down. "1 think we ought to go in," she said quickly. 8he did not speak on the way back to tha Muse, except to murmur "Thank i i i IHH I I II i you" as he held the door. Once inside she went directly up the stairs, quickly, as If she wanted to get away from him. For a long time Bryn stood at the foot of the stairs, thinking, wondering, remembering. Then, slowly, he went on up, and down to Tubby's room. Bryn shut the door behind him and sat down uninvited, tie looked at Tubby. "You do a lot of thinking these days," he said commiseratingly. "Must be hard on you." "Huh," Tubby retorted, meeting his gaze, "you don't look any too peaceful yourself. And yet, here am I, doing at least half your thinking for you, and dn' near all the worrying. Lord, you're slow, Bryn. 1 never saw any- thing ilke It. I sappose you haven't told her yet how you feel about her. have you? Using the correct tech- nique ?" "What do you mean?" '*Well, one of the first rules Is for a gentleman to confess his tender pas- sion first. I suppose you had sense enough to do that?" Bryn drew a deep breath. "I don't know. I can't remember. I don't think so. What I wanted was to find out bow she felt. I know how I feel." "There you go, old dunderhead. She doesn't know how you feel, does she? That is, you couldn't expect her to be any more sensible than you, under the circumstances, and you're as blind as an owl. So you Just asked the girl where she stood and omitted to men- tion your own state of affections first? Brlght boy. Women love that kind of thing, It gives them so much ground to stand on." Bryn gazed at him dazedly. Tubby groaned. He reached over to the table beside him and lifted Pliar'e letter, open, Its words leaping out from the page. "Read that," he commanded. "If anything can sober you up, this will." ,"1 don't want to read it. It hasn't anything to do with me." "That's Just what you'd like to think. Let me tell you, my son, it's got every- thing to do with you. It may be ad- dressed to me, but If I hadn't been here with you, I'd never have seen It. She knows darn well I'll pass the word on to you." " "What word?" ':ake It. Read It." Bryn took it, and stgbed, b,t settled down to it. My Dear Tubby: I do hope you are having a pleasant visit away up there in the mountains. 1 must say I was completely taken by surprise to hear that you had gone, and without elllng anyone your address! But Bryn naturally would not care to have the world know the location of his Idyllic retreat. Isn't It romantic? I think it Is too thrilling, and together with every one else, I can scarcely wait to meet his bride. 1 hear she is very beautiful and completely charm- ing, and I am so glad for Bryn. Do give him my kindest regards, and give Deb- orah my love. Affectionately. PILAI Bryn looked up. "How does she know Deborah's name? How does she know you're here with us?" "I'll bet a nickel she searched the records of the license bureau for the answer to your first question. And for i W2qU Servtoe I il I the other, Sally and Simon left a for- warding address. Pilaf would get what she wanted or die in the attempt." "Well, why shouldn't she?" Bryn de- manded. "She should have been told, as far as that goes. I thought you would tell her something to satisfy her. She's one of the gang isn't she, and, after all, we did go around together pretty steadily, Tubby. If she's upset, I don't blame her much. It would have been only common courtesy on my part to write and tell her the whole story, but it was too damned awkward. I tried." "And the reason it was awkward," Tubby said evenly, "was because sie wasn't just one of the gang, and you knew perfectly well that she expected to marry you In the end. Didn't you?" "I didn't ask her to." "Don't quibble." I never told lmr I was in love with her. I wasn't in love with her. I've never kissed Pllar In my life." He looked down at the note. "It's a very kind note, under the circumstances," he said. "She mlght perfectly well have written It to me. I don't see why she didn'L" , "That note," Tubby said deliberately, '% about as innocent and kind as a stick of dynamite with a fuse burning." "Oh, don't be a fool, Tubby. What's got into you, anyway? You used to like her. You said she was a good sport, and a lot of other things. You bud she were great pals." "Mhm," Tubby agreed. "So we were. So we were. But why? That's what I found out when you pulled your lit- tle stunt. She didn't care two pins about me. The only reason she ever spread herself about me was because she thought it might make it easier for her to get you. See? And that night when I went to tell her that you were married, I caught her off her guard. Never again. 1 wouldn't go near her with a suit of bollerplate on." Bryn folded the note and put it back on the table. "And now," Tubby said, watching him, "she knows where you are." "And what of it?" "Nothing. Nothing at all Go on mooning, old hophead." Bryn took out his case and lit t cigarette. "Say, Bryn," Tubby said at last, "did you hear what Madeline said to me tonight?" "What did she say?" "Well, nothing much," Tubby an- swered, embarrassed. "It was the way she said it. ou know, Madeliee's a darn nice girl. I never really thought much about It before, sort of took her for granted, you know. But she's a peach." Bryn got up leisurely and went to the door. He opened It. Bryn moved across the hall and tapped at Made. line's door. Tubby sat up, stiff with horror. "Madellne," Bryn called through the keylmle. "Mbm?" "Madeline, Tubby says he likes you." "Oh," Madellne said, and obviously sat up In bed. "How much?" she In- quired after a moment. (TO BE CONTINUED) Sugar That Is Sweeter Than Cane Is Found Plentiful in Artichoke Plant Sugar that is "sweeter than sugar" is the product of a model experimental plant at Iowa State college, says the Scientific American. Here Prof. 3. H. McGumphy and J. W. Eichinger have developed a process for the production of a form of sugar which is sweeter :han ordinary cane sugar( and Wfffch has never before been produced at a eost permitting commercial explolta- tion. The source of their sugar Is the Jerusalem artichoke which contains from 7 to 24 per cent of levulose. The artichoke is said to produce more sugar per acre than any other plant except sugar cane, while the cost of production per acre is less than for any other sugar-yieldlng plant. The artichokes when harvested are washed, sliced and dried. 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