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October 27, 1938
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PAT,AGIOS BEACON, PALACIOS, TEXAS
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STRAIT GATE
By RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL
Pretty New Work Clothes
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CHAPTER IX—Continued
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"Sarah Lynn—" he said her name
queerly In a choked voice, and
kissed her, a fierce kiss, deep and
desperate.
Then she was leaping out into
swift and stinging air and was
amazed to find that she did not im-
mediately fall. The speed of the
Hermod was carrying her along be-
neath It, face downward, with her
arms and legs spread out like a
starfish. There was the strange
sensation of traveling across the air
rather than through it.
"He kissed me!" she exulted.
"Gunnar kissed me!"
She began to fall, her body twist-
ing and turning. Now she was look-
ing up at the plane, now down at
the earth which was coming swift-
ly, perilously closer.
"There's something I must do,
now!" she thought anxiously. "Oh,
yes!—The cord! But where is that
ring?"
Her fingers fumbled for it. It
seemed to be lost in the webbing.
Why hadn't she kept her hand on it
all the time? She turned over again
and saw the Hermod still above her
but further away, somersaulted and
saw the earth rushing up to meet
her. Why hadn't Gunnar taken her
higher than three thousand feet?
Sarah Lynn thought suddenly of
her mother. She had a poignant
picture of Adelaide Dana's upstairs
6itting-room, pretty and peaceful,
with potted plants whose every leal
glistened, and a canary warbling
tenderly in an expensive cage, and
quantities of framed photographs of
her big brothers and herself and
young Bill in all stages of infancy
and childhood.
She found the ring and gave a des-
perate jerk.
Now! She knew exactly what
would happen. The rip-cord would
release the pack and the spring
rips of the little pilot chute would
open instantly, catching the air and
dragging the main chute out into a
long line and the wind would rush
In at the bottom and expand it It
simply couldn't fail: Gunnar and
Conrad and Vance Le Roy had
checked it thoroughly. "And even if
it doesn't work," she told herself
sensibly, "there is the emergency
chute! I'm not rattled," she re-
joiced. "My mind is running like a
clock. And Gunnar kissed me! He
was white as a sheet and scared to
death about me, and he kissed
me! And it was the kind of kiss—"
There was a weird noise which
was something between a whistle
and a shriek: something was flutter-
ing overhead, and then snapping,
loudly, urgently.
"It's opening!"
Then a gun went off somewhere,
a shocking, thunderous boom, and
her downward progress was halted
so abruptly that she thought her
arms and shoulders were being torn
loose from her body. There were
uncounted instants of confusion and
terror, and then peace enveloped
her.
Her chute opened and was func-
tioning perfectly. She was floating
gently, and everything was quiet
about her, a sweet, celestial quiet-
ness which was soothing and com-
forting.
She could see the ambulance mov-
ing slowly to keep in line with her.
She had lost the Hermod for the
moment, but surely Gunnar would
land as quickly as possible and
come to her. That kiss, she felt,
was not final: it must be a prelude.
Even If it had been given in high
excitement, it stood for an emotion
which wasn't to be disposed of with
this adventure. Fliers did not mar-
ry. Oh, didn't they? Then what?
There was a confused clamor of
voices, cheerful, exultant.
"Good girl!" Conrad Jordan said,
lifting her to her feet. "Perfect per-
formance!"
"Atta girl!" Vance Le Roy was
unfastening her harness, warmed
for once into enthusiasm.
"Where is Gunnar?" Sarah f.ynn
demanded.
Old Pete from the airport was
swearing softly and happily, paying
her high praise with picturesque
embellishments.
"Hold still—" Conrad Jordan had
taken out his handkerchief and was
wiping her face, and there was
bright blood on the white linen.
"What's that from?" she asked
Impatiently. "I'm not hurt."
"Of course you're not, just a
scratch when you were dragged."
"Where's Gunnar?"
"He'll be here just as quick as
he can set the ship down," her un-
cle's friend said. "Wow we'll just
get aboard and let them run us
back to Lynn and tho old lady—"
He was steering her toward the
ambulance.
"I'm not hurt. I'm not going to
ride in that thing!" she told him
spiritedly, "Y'here will ho come
down?"
"Quickest way to get there," he
said, taking her arm in a firm grip.
"We'll all pile in. Half a mile
awayl" He lifted her and set her
inside and a white-suited orderly
grinned and congratulated her.
"I want Gunnar," Sarah Lynn
laid.
"He'll be here in a jiffy. Lynn
and your Granny need to see you
before they're convinced you're
safe, though we signaled them.
Well, did it all come off according
to schedule? Did It follow the pat-
tern?"
"Oh, perfectly! It was heavenly
after the chute opened," she an-
swered, stooping to look out of the
ambulance window. "I don't see
the Hermod."
"But you can hear him? Right
over us," Vance Le Roy said.
The matriarch and the cripple
and the old governess greeted her
in character. The ancient woman
saw in her the reincarnation of her
own dim, daring youth, choosing,
as she had done, the brightest ad
venture of her period, and the para-
lytic sublimated his own helpless-
ness in her courage and skill.
"I told 'em it was all plumb fool-
ishness, tagging you round with that
hospital wagon, Sairy Lynn," her
great-grandmother said. "I said
you'd come down like a leaf off a
tree. Us Danas we most generally
do what we set our minds to! Least-
ways, us dark ones."
Lynn Dana smiled into her eyes.
"I'm glad for you," he told her,
Now!
"glad and proud. You've given me
my best moment, Sarah Lynn."
Miss Pennington's high color was
faded but her diction was as crisp
as always. "Let me tidy your hair
a bit, she bustled up to her. "1
should have thought to have you
wear a close net."
The girl slipped out from under
her hands. The Hermod was down
and Gunnar Thorwald was out and
running toward her. She went to
meet him.
"I'll know as soon as I see his
face," she told herself. "I'll know
the first second—"
Gunnar was still white, but she
saw at first glance that he was
angry, and her heart turned over
in terror. There was in his pale
face a look of fright and of fury.
She did not know what it meant.
Then he reached her, and she
knew immediately and entirely what
it meant, for he caught her into an
embrace of urgency and iron and
bent his bare yellow head and kissed
her again, and the kiss on the earth
differed only from the one at an
altitude of three thousand feet in
facility and duration.
Sarah Lynn was held in a vise;
she could not move her body or her
lips, but her mind ran and leapt
and soared.
"He does care! He cares—and
he's furious—but he can't help it!"
Suddenly his arms loosened about
her and he held her off, putting her
thoughts into words.
"I have not wanted this." He
frowned in grave anger. "It is not
my wish, my plan. Freedom I like.
But—" he looked young, bewildered,
aghast, and on his pale face were
scarlet flecks from the still bleed-
ing scratches on her own.
Sarah Lynn tugged at her hand-
kerchief and pulled it out of her
pocket. She was smiling, and she
felt very gentle. "There is blood
on your face," she said tenderly.
"Your blood!" Gunnar said stern-
ly. "It is your blood upon me."
Sarah Lynn stood on tip-toe and
wiped the little red smears away as
handily as a mother would have
done.
"So," he stated unhappily, "now
I must love you!"
"I knew you did," she told him.
"You could not know. I did not
know, until the moment when you
would make the jump."
"That's what I meant. When you
kissed me. It was different from
any other kiss I ever—"
He said quickly, sharply—"You
have, then, the so great knowledge
of kissing? Who has instructed?
Who—"
Conrad Jordan was calling them,
walking toward them.
"Gunnar," he said casually, "Le
Roy will hop the Hermod bi k to
the field for you. We're all lunching
with the old lady, and she ?s eager
to get started. Mind driving my
car? Lynn asked mo to ride with
him."
"Wait!" the youth said impera
tively. "A thing has happened—"
"Well, I should say so!" Jordan
agreed genially. "Miss Sarah Lynn
Dana, daring young aviatrix, com-
pleted a sensational parachute jump
with all the nerve and skill of a
professional."
But the Norseman was not to be
deflected. "Always I have said fli-
ers shall not marry." He looked at
Sarah Lynn again with grave re-
sentment, sighed, lifted his hands,
palms upward, let them drop. "1
make now the discovery that 1 love
this girl."
"I think," Sarah Lynn murmured
with a sudden accession of shyness,
"I ought to ride back with Great-
granny!" She ran away swiftly to
the car.
CHAPTER X
Gunnar stood still in a clump ol
madronos when he and Sarah Lynn
were out walking after lunch.
"Now we talk," he announced
stiffly.
Sarah Lynn halted before him,
standing with folded hands.
"Love I did not want. Love, I
said always, was a weakness."
"I know," she nodded meeky.
"Freedom I wanted; freedom like
birds in the air." He seemed to be
accusing her of having ruined his
plans.
"I'm sorry," Sarah Lynn said. "1
mean, I'm sorry you're so furious
about it and so miserable, but after
all"—she tried to sound reasonable
and detached—"birds do come down
sometimes, don't they, and build
nests and—"
He shrugged his lean shoulders
His mouth looked beaten, baffled.
"Everything blocking the way, 1
have conquered. Now this conquers
me. I know it. Never can I lose
you. If I fly across the ocean, still
you are there. My life breaks in
pieces. What now can I do?"
Sarah Lynn thought wistfully of
one thing at least, and apparently
the same idea occurred to him, for
his long arms shot out and caught
her to him in a straining hug.
"So, thenl It is finished!" he la-
mented.
It was beginning, she exulted to
herself.
He released her and took her thin
shoulders in a tense grip. "There
remains a thing for you to tell," he
said imperatively. "How have you
the deep knowledge of kissing?"
"Oh, but I haven't, really!"
"Yet, you said you could tell—"
"Well, of course—boys—it always
happens. But it doesn't count at
all," she said earnestly. "Duncan
was always trying, but—"
"From this day"—the ultimatum
sounded—"you jump no more; you
kiss no more."
"Very well," Sarah Lynn agreed
in a small voice.
He frowned and sighed. "Tonight
I speak to your father."
"Oh, Gunnar, not tonight, please!
Let's wait a little—"
He shook his head. "We quickly
marry. We go to Norway."
They go to Norway. She sat down
limply with her back against a pun-
gent laurel. "Gunnarl It takes my
breath!"
He sat down beside her. "It is
my country. Also, I have there the
good chance."
"My mother—" Sarah Lynn said
in a stricken voice.
He disposed of her mother brisk-
ly. That was the way it happened
to mothers: daughters grew large
and made marriages and went away
with their husbands.
Husbands! Marriages! Norway!
The world was filled with strange
and startling words.
"Gunnar, have you noticed that
funny old thing on Uncle Lynn's
wall—the pipe-rack in burnt wood,
with the verse?"
He nodded.
"Did you read it?"
"It matters not how strait the
gate—"
"Yes. I have thought, 'But of
course! It must be straight. How
shall a gate be crooked?'"
"It's a different kind of straight,
Gunnar! This means narrow. You
know, in the Bible? 'the strait way.'
A girl made that for Uncle Lynn,
just after he knew he would sit still
in a chair all his life, and he's kept
it there all these years although he's
not a sentimental person at all, and
it looks so pathctic among his etch-
ings and his beautiful books. He
must have loved her, I think. That!
sort of poetry is terribly out of style, j
now:
"It matters not how strait the gate, j
How charged with punishments i
the scroll,
1 am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my souL"
"Like hoop-skirts or bustles and
bangs. People don't read—"
"That I like," Gunnar interrupt-
ed. "Captain of my soul It is
good."
"Yes. But the thing I'm thinking
of is the 'strait gate,' Gunnar. That
comes first, you see. And before
I can think of Norway, and us, 1
must tell my mother and that willj
be the straitest gate in my life."
He laughed. "You jump over it!
And I wait for you on the other
side."
But Sarah Lynn shook her head.
"No; you don't jump over strait
gates. You crawl through."
Danavale was difficult for Sarah
Lynn in those days. It was a joy-1
ful escape to have Conrad Jordan
invite them to a house-party at his
Lake Tahoe lodge. He was staging
an air tour to demonstrate the prac-
ticability of an airport at an eleva-
tion of over 6,000 feet in the High
Sierras, and Gunnar Thorwald, Nor- j
wegian ace, making the fifteenth |
plane in the meet, gave interna-
tional importance to the event.
Sarah Lynn rode with him in the
Hermod, flying over the Santa Clara
valley and the Sacramento. It was
perfect flying weather, dear, bright,
calm, with boundless visibility.
"This is the way our life is going
to be," the girl told herself. In just
a little space of time the trials and
the tears would be over—beneath
them, behind them.
Gunnar Thorwald was thrilled
and stimulated; she had never seen
him so alert and eager.
"This also I like!"
He brought the Hermod, swift
messenger of the gods, smoothly
and silkily to the earth and Conrad
Jordan came hurrying to meet
them, elated with the triumph of
his project—15 shining ships of the
air on the line at Rabe's field.
Conrad Jordan got to his feetlTnd
moved restlessly about the beauti-
ful big room with its dark wood
and mellow leather and hearty Nav-
ajos. It was evening.
"Play, please," Gunnar said from
the hearth.
Conrad Jordan sat down at the
piano and hunted through a pile of
music.
The youth lifted himself on an el-
bow. "Nol The music you have
yourself made."
His host nodded. He had found
the shabby notebook he was look-
ing for and took out some clippings.
'Here's a thing I found in a paper—
"The Feeling of Stars." Random
lines; fellow jotted down bits of his
favorites here and there. I've been
meaning to work out something"—
he smoothed out the printed slip
and read aloud: " 'I am in love with
high, far-seeing places'—and this—
'Space, and the twelve clean winds
of heaven'—" He began to play,
feeling his way among the notes, the
chords.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
\ATE CAN all get our work done
better and more happily, if
we go at it in the right clothes
(and, of course, in the right
way!), whether it's a complica-
tion in fractions, or the necessity
of getting the house cleaned and
dinner ready before a flock of in-
laws arrive. Here are two new
designs calculated to make life
easier for ladies busy about the
house and lassies busy in the
schoolroom. Both are quick and
easy to make. Each pattern is
accompanied by a detailed sew
chart.
House Dress for Large Women.
Every line of this simple dress
is made for comfort and good
looks. Ample armholes, a waist
that looks slim but is thoroughly
unconfined, a skirt wide enough to
climb and to hurry in—all assure
you complete freedom for work-
ing. The front fastening makes it
easy to iron as well as to put on.
The v-neck adds to the slenderiz-
ing effect of the long, plain lines.
Contrasting cuffs with a touch of
braid brighten it up, effectively.
A diagram design, to be finished
in a few hours. Make it of ging-
ham, percale or calico.
Jumper Dress for School Girls.
This is an unusually good ver-
sion of the always-smart jumper.
It has such a nice, tiny waist, the
skirt flares bee-yu-tifully, and the
straps are so fixed that they won't
fall off at the shoulders. Make
several versions of the sweet lit-
tle blouse, with its round collar
and high-shouldered sleeves, in
dimity, linen, organdy or flowered
challis. One jumper, many
blouses, make it easy to have a
fresh outfit always ready for
school. For the skirt, choose chal-
lis, jersey or flannel.
The Patterns.
No. 1623 is designed for sizes 36,
38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 43, 50 and 52.
Size 38 requires 5% yards of 35-
inch material; Mi yard contrasting
for cuffs and pocket; IV4 yards of
braid.
No. 1520 is designed for sizes 6,
8, 10, 12 and 14 years. Size 8 re-
quires 1% yards of 35-inch ma-
terial for the blouse; l'/e yards of
| 54-inch material for the jumper.
Fall and Winter Fashion Rook.
The new 32-page Fall and Win-
ter Pattern Book which shows
photographs of the dresses being
worn is now out. (One pattern
and the Fall and Winter Pattern
Book—25 cents.) You can order
the book separately for 15 cents.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
AROUND
the HOUSE
Items of Interest
to the Housewife
Conserve Mineral in Cabbage.—
Cooking cabbage in quarters and
chopping it later when the sections
are tender helps to conserve the
valuable minerals contained in
this vegetable.
* * ♦
Drying Woolens. — Blankets,
sweaters and other woolen things
will be softer if dried in a well
ventilated room. Long exposure
to the direct sun hardens the wool-
en material.
• * •
Cleaning- Enamel Dish.—If an
enamel dish has been badly
burned, fill it with salt water and
put it on the stove to boil. Empty
and rub with a cloth. If the burn
marks still remain, sprinkle a lit-
tle salt onto the cloth and rub.
* ♦ *
Longer Life to Towels.—Towels
will last longer if washed before
the dirt and grime become so
ground into them that harsh rub-
bing is necessary to get them
clean.
♦ * *
Pads Under Rugs.—According
to the U. S. bureau of standards,
linings or pads prolong the life of
rugs and carpets almost one-half.
* * *
Inexpensive Sheeting. — Un-
bleached sheeting wears longest,
and bleaching is not necessary be-
cause the muslin whitens gradu-
ally with repeated laundering.
• * •
Uses for Onion.—There will be
no danger of rust forming on steel
knives and forks if they are
rubbed over once a week with a
[ slice of raw onion. Linen that is
j slightly scorched can be remedied
j by rubbing the affected parts with
a piece of raw onion. Rinse after-
| wards in cold water. After tin-
ware has been washed, rub with
ja slice of raw onion. Then polish
in the usual way.
Picture Cords.—Picture hang-
ings should always be concealed.
Cords and wires invariably spoil
the effect. All pictures should be
hung flat, not tipping forward.
Very large frames must be hung
on cords or fine wires from the
molding. The square or rectangu-
lar picture should be hung with
two parallel wires.
♦ * *
Keep Screens From Rusting.—
Window screens, rubbed over with
kerosene when they are put away
in autumn, will not be found rust-
ed when wanted next summer.
♦ * *
Improving Ham.—Half a cup
each of vinegar and brown sugar
added to the water in which you
are boiling a ham will greatly im-
prove the flavor.
Clothing and Housefurnishings Can Be
Fireproofed by a Simple Home Process
Fabrics can be fireproofed and
made safer for clothing and house-
furnishings by a simple and inex-
pensive home process of dipping
them in a colorless liquid, a solu-
Mon of seven ounces of borax and
turee ounces of boric acid in two
quarts of hot water. This treat-
ment, says Dr. Martin Leatherman,
of the bureau of chemistry and soils,
United States Department of Agri-
culture, will not protect fabrics
from injury by flame or intense
heat, but it will prevent the fabric
from bursting into flame, and
spreading fires that endanger life or
cause the destruction of homes.
The borax-boric acid solution may
be applied by dipping fabrics until
they are thoroughly moistened, then
wringing out the excess and allow-
ing them to dry. Treated cloth may
be ironed just before it is dry. Or
the solution may be applied by
sprinkling or spraying the fabric
enough to moisten it. This method
is likely to be more convenient for
rugs, draperies, and upholstered ar
tides. Addition of a little soap will
make the treatment more effective
for canvas and other textiles that
do not wet easily.
Fireproofed fabrics are particu-
larly desirable for curtains and
hangings in the home which are
likely to be blown against lamps or
Candles, for the coverings of ironing
boards, for rugs near fireplaces, and
even for children's playsuits. The
solution is not weatherproof, and
articles that are washed, such as
curtains and playsuits, will have to
be fireproofed after each washing.
The treatment does not affect the
textile colors and does not injure the
fabric. It does have a slight pro-
tective effect in counteracting the
destructive effect of acid and sul-
phur fumes from stoves and fur-
naces.
In Fireprooflng Fabrics, Dr.
Leatherman gives detailed direc-
tions for the borax-boric acid treat-
ment and also mentions three other
useful formulas for fireprooflng cer-
tain insulating materials. He also
mentions several fireprooflng proc-
esses developed in the bureau of
chemistry and soils and protected
by public-service patents, but these
are more complicated and not prac-
tical for home use.
Uncle
Sayi:
It's Up to Them
The people who are always at
war with themselves are general-
ly looking for a flag of truce.
A hard thing to learn is how to
be stubborn for what is good for
us.
As They Sow—
The people who raise objections
are pretty sure of a big crop.
He who borrows your books,
reads them.
Who Shall We Blame?
Stupid men are often in charge
of public affairs because the
smart men are too lazy or too
timid to take hold.
A bird in the hand is vulgar.
Use a knife and fork.
mmmmw
Jlsk Me Jlnother
0 A General Quiz
The Questions
1. Why is money sometimes
called lucre?
2. What county in the United
States is large enough to embrace
the states of New Hampshire, New
Jersey, Delaware, and Rhode Is-
land?
3. How did "chicken a la king"
come to be so called?
4. Do the Chinese worship their
ancestors?
5. What city in Europe is said
to be built on bones?
6. What is the highest tempera-
ture ever recorded in the United
States?
The Answers
1. It comes from the Latin
"lucrum," meaning gain.
2. San Bernardino, Calif.
3. It is claimed this dish was
first prepared by Edward VII.
king of England, according to his
own recipe.
4. They do not consider them as
deities, but reverence them.
5. Leningrad, because so many
laborers lost their lives in the dif-
ficult task of building the city on
piles.
6. The highest temperature re-
corded in the shade in the United
States was at Greenland Ranch,
Calif., 134 degrees Fahrenheit.
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m
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a full glass of water pain is unusually
the moment you feel severe, repeat ac-
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neuritic pain coming
on.
To relieve pain of rheumatism or
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People everywhere say results
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it. While there, ask him about tak-
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there is no more effective, more de-
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use.
When you buy,
always make sure
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