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Illinois PULVEX FLEA POWDER -also kills Lice and Ticks 25^ AND SOt >* softer <: stro nger&tpl o more \T absorbent SITROUX SIT-TRUE'T I SS U ES AT 5 & 10& DRUG & DEP'T. STORES 76 Jamie's absences. Now it seemed worse — much, much worse — than anything I had imagined. "Uh-huh," Dad said musingly, and went on reading, " 'The iron will of true leadership is forged in rigid discipline, sacrifice and self-denial. That makes the superior man.' Say!" he burst out, enthusiastically, "this fellow really has something, doesn't he? Can I take this book tonight, Jamie? I'd like to read it. Why, I never knew there was anything like this! It certainly opens your eyes, doesn't it?" He was not convincing enough for me — I still could not believe that Dad Lockhead, the upright, the honest man I knew, would be taken in by this filthy nonsense — but he had won Jamie over completely. "It certainly does!" he agreed eagerly. "I haven't learned as much of it yet as I'm going to, but there's plenty to think about in a book like that." "You're darned right there is." Dad took Jamie's arm and the three of us started back toward the house. All through supper Dad was very gay and excited, and while by this time I began to have a dim realization of what he hoped to do, I couldn't help marveling at the convincing demonstration he was giving of a man carried away by enthusiasm. Afterwards, for a moment, Dad was able to talk to me alone, and then his face was tired and sorrowful. "It's the only thing I could think of, Margaret," he said. "We'll give him a dose of that medicine he's so fond of. I hope it works." "I hope so," was all I could say. There were no words to express how great that hope was. "It's got to!" he burst out. "Not just for Jamie's sake, but for the sake of us all. And for Angus'. Jamie told me a few minutes ago that Warner had invited Angus to the next meeting at his house." His blue eyes flashed. "They must not corrupt Angus too!" It was the next morning, after Dad had finished reading the book, that the New Order began on our farm. "I have learned how wrong I've been all my life," Dad announced at the breakfast table. He bowed slightly toward Jamie. "I thank you for teaching me, James. But it is not too late. The path is clear ahead of me now . . ." THEN, in clipped, military sentences, he outlined his orders. Dad would be our leader, and Douglas, as the eldest son, would be his deputy, charged with the duty of seeing that his commands were carried out. Glancing at Douglas, I saw that he understood — that he, like me, was aware of the plot. Working hours on the farm would be lengthened, and later Dad would draw up a schedule of production that must be adhered to. Mrs. Fraul would be instructed to keep an inventory of all food, and reduced rations would be issued at meal times only. Everyone must be in bed by nine o'clock, with the lights out. And so on, endlessly . . . If Dad had hoped for protests, he was disappointed. Jamie looked abashed, and Angus puzzled, but Douglas' prompt acceptance of all his father's commands silenced them both. 11 that day they were in the fields — ad had decreed that they could not _ are the time to return to the house for mid-day dinner and must instead take meager lunches which Mrs. Fraul and I prepared for them. They came home just at dark, weary and silent, and sat down to an unappetizing, scanty meal. Angus ate everything that was given to him, and then complained, "I'm still hungry, Dad — I mean, sir!" Dad's lips set in a hard line. "Overeating is a sign of weakness and decadence. You have had enough. You will get no more." "But—" "Silence!" Dad roared. "Do you dare to criticize the decisions of your leader?" Poor Angus subsided into unhappy quiet. Jamie said nothing, but pushed Lack his chair and started to the mantelpiece for a cigarette. "James," Dad's voice stopped him. "I believe I issued you your ration of cigarettes this morning. You will find no more there." Jamie stood in his tracks. Without turning around, he said painfully, "Yes, sir." It was soon afterwards that everyone went to bed. I longed to speak to Jamie, to tell him that his father was only trying to show him how wrong he'd been, but of course I could not. We did not talk at all when we were alone; in fact, I believe Jamie was too tired to talk. He fell asleep almost at once. p'OR two days it went on — a contest *• of wills between Jamie and his father. Angus was in covert rebellion. On Saturday Dad announced that instead of going to church the next day, we would all take a long hike, and he also ordered a reduction in the already small amount of food served at the table. And still Jamie kept his proud silence. Dad sought me out alone. "I'm failing, Margaret," he said. "I can't keep this up much longer. Jamie must believe all that he's read and all that Warner Tholl has told him — or he's too proud to admit he's wrong. I've done everything I could think of . . ." . My heart was beating rapidly, and my hands were cold. "There's one thing you haven't tried," I said. "One humiliation — " And, flushing with shame, I told him what that was. It was on Sunday afternoon when we returned from our hike that Dad said to Jamie, in front of Douglas and Angus: "James, there is a situation which must be changed. I was wrong not to think of it sooner, but luckily it is not too late now. From now on, until I am satisfied that Margaret is of our blood, she will occupy a separate room from you." There was dead, horrified silence. Jamie went gray-white. "But — she's my wife!" he said thickly. "She is not your wife. You must not think of her as your wife until I have made investigations of her ancestry." Jamie stood up, in a white fury. "You can't do this! You've known Margaret all her life — you used to love her. I've let you order me and the boys around, but you can't do it to her — you can't shame her this way, you — you dictator!" "Precisely," Dad showed no emotion; he was firm and cold. "I am the dictator in this house, and you will follow my orders. We agreed, remember, that discipline and self-control, under the guidance of a thinking leader, were necessary to form a superior man. That is your philosophy, and I agree with it. I — " RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR