ROSEBURC NEWS-REVIEW, ROSEBURG. OREGON. MONDAY, NOVEMBER 5. 1928.
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CHAPTER I
1 The bo ww empty! '
Bui Jerry couldn't beUeve It
Again and again she thrust ther
hand into lh felt folds, poking
and digging to a space that could
. not long have concealed a pin head.
Her roommate, powdering her
nose before the r olden oak dress
er, heard her gasp, and wheeled In
alarm. :t
nvha.t'8 the matter?" . j
"My moner Is rone!"' ' !
No!'r'Myrtle stared at th open
bag in, Jerry's nerveless fingers as
though It were poisonous. "Maybe
It fell out ' Let's look in the
closet
The search was a frantic one.
Every inch of the dark cubicle was
covered. -.
"I warned you not to leave It
here," Myrtle said when at last
they gave up. She was exasperated
because she knew what the loss
of the money would mean to Jerry
Kay. When a girl refused to treat
herself to a soda for weeks and
weeks. . . ."Why didnt you give it
trf Mrs. Addison?'
,ihe knew the answer to that,
tt K If their landlady knew that
one of thera could save money they
certainly would get that threat
ened raise In their room rent.
, "I thought It would be all right
for one nighr," Jerry sobbed.
The theft was fast becoming a
reality to her. For nearly a year
she had saved that money, dime
by dime, qirarter by quarter and
ifjlltfr by dollar. It had been almost
-Impossible to believe, when she
opened the bag and found it gone,
that it had been stolen, that It real
ly was gone. Why, she had starved
for It for the chance It, was to
bring her.
It aeemeds sort of funny that on
ly a few minutes ago she had run
up the stairs ahead of Myrtle, who
wasn't going to Atlantic City, trip
ping over the hole in the carpet be
fore iheir door, as usual, but with
an unusual song in her heart. As
quick as that everything could
change. The song was a dirge now.
Myrtle tried In Tain to comfort
her until George came. Then she
had to go. George couldn't be kept
waiting, Jerry lay on the bed,
white and tense, her disappoint
ment eating deeper into htr con-
bciousness aa her thoughts trav
eled backward. Another yean at
the lace counter before she could
have a vacation again. Another
year of automats and self-service
restaurants, of movieless Saturday
nights and not even a late maga,'
zine to read.
Myrtle had argued heatedly over
That she called Jerry a, cracy Idea.
But Myrtle didn know. Myrtle
didn't want things the way Jerry
wanted them. Myrtle Crane was
content to look forward to a fu
ture with George In a three-room
- flat. Myrtle believed in lovo. Jerry
didn't.
"I've seen enough; of it," she
said when Myrtle wanted to know
"how she -got thatway." "I know
what it did to my mother. It's just
a snare.
Her mother In the hot kitchen at
Marbleheadv . . . There was no gas
in their neighborhood and the gro
cer on the next Btneet was glad to
give them boxes and crates her
father wouldn't buy oil when he
could get summer fuel for nothing.
And her mother's room under the
sloping roof hot in summer, cold
In winter.
And her father and her brother
Harry; Both of them hated work.
Harry had married a cute little kid
he met at a dance. Jerry had list
ened in silent angfr to Doris' rav
ings about Harry. Harry had prom
ised Doris love and romance.
Jerry twisted her tips In con
tempt as she dwelt on that year
Harry and Doris had spent at
gmie after their marriage. She
could not forget Doris disillusion
ment when she discovered that
Harry was more Interested in w hat
he bad to eat than, in bow she
looked or what she thought of him.
But such a thing could never
happen .to her. Her mother's ex
perience was enongh. She had
never heard her say one word
against marrying for love, but Jer
ry had guessed at Uer bitter awak-V-fnlng.
Once her mother had confided
to Jerry that she was the only
beautiful thing in her life and in
Jerry's heart had been born then
anil there a fierce rr solve to com
pel beauty for her mother, to
bring some luxury into her life.
She wanted, with a longing that
had grown with her through the
years, to rest her mother's hands,
to see the callouses disappear and
the broken nails mend. She wanted
skillful fingers to rub out the fur
rows on her mother's brow, but
above all she wanted to see those
drooping shoulders lift and a light
la 'J.c dull blue eyes.
m And for this she had come to
TNew York. She had told them
frankly at home that she was com
ing to man y money. They laughed
at her. all but her mother. She
warned Jerry gravely again t mak
ing a mistake.
But New York had disappointed
Jerry. Rich men did not come
seeking; brides at Fane's depart
ment store. She met few boys,
friends of Grorge, but they were
like the boys she had known at
Marhlehend. satisfied to hsxe a
"job" nothing else.
That won Id not do for Jerry. If
yon believed in Iwn ft was differ
entyou mast marry blindly. Put
If yon were not a a ntimentai
S boob you could make your mar
riage a career. Jerry had read
somewhere that marriage was a
matter of propinquity. Iteing what
she railed intelligently Interested
In marriage she looked up propln
fVMf In a dictionary and learned
that It meant nearness In place or
time.
ir that was all there was to tt
rtj nat benefit by It? Going
s round with boys who bad nothing
but love to offer, you would marry
for love. For Love! Jerry believed
that most people knew no more
about it than a ben knows why
she lays an egg. It waa a nice
word, but you might aa well marry
for Stardust or roses, or nectar, or
anything else that sounds weli.
But it you met only the "right"
people you could pick ou a man
whose promises if he didn't talk
about love were something be-
bUles wiud. Jvuy ueviueu 10 give
herself that chance. This was
shortly after she came to New
York.
The best way, she ' concluded,
since the mountain didn't come to
Mahomet was to go to the moun
tain. A real mountain. That was
the advantage of knowing that
marriage was a matter of propin
quity you eould choose your fit-Id.
Jerry knew she appeared soulless
to Myrtle, but then Myrtle -was a
fool, she thought - She wondered
why people were so blind when all
about then, were the wrecks of
love marriages.
She was not ashamed of her de
cision to marry money. She wasn't
going to "sell" herself or anything
like that The man must be some
one she could respect and like.
She saw no reason why marriage
should be approached in a coy,
oh-lt-jutt-bappened mannen
Mvrtle had scoffed when she ex
plained this. "Well, Id rather
marry George than a man I didn't
love even if he had a million," she
said,
Jerry flared back at her: "It's
Qeorge because propinquity didn't
make It somebody elsfc. . . ."
"A Vanderbllt or an Astor.
huhr Myrtle broke iu. "Don't he
so funny. Jerry. 1 got enough'
laughs out of you already. You
don't owe me any more. Every
time I think of you and your shad
ow strolling down the Boardwalk
trying to pick up ft billionaire 1
choke." m
"You've got the wrong idea,
Jerry had answered serenely. "I'm
not going to Atlantic City to pa
rade the Boardwalk."
"You don't expect to meet a So-,
rial Register guy in a second-class
hotel do you?"
"I'm not going to a second-class
hotel. Listen, Myrtle. What do you
think I've been saving my money j
for? I'll tell you. I'm going to have j
a week In the best hotel . In At !
lantic City. The right clothes, the !
right place, and 1 knoV I'll find-1
the right man." j
Now, thinking over all the sacri
fices she had made, the money
she had 1 wanted to spend and
hadn't because it was to free
fticro both front the-ngly confines
of poverty, Jrfry felt weak and
defeated. ' ' J
The room was stifling hot, filled
with the heat ot the city's masonry
that even the night could not en
tirely release. Jerry had let her
mlndtrain Itself to picture the
things she wanted for her mother
and herself. Smooth beaches, roof
gardens, the deck of a white and
mahogany yacht she had read of
them, seen photographs- of them,
seen glimpses of them in the news
rue Is.
If such places and things existed
why should she not aspire to
them? Certainly the people who
had them bad not been content to
want less, she reasoned.
Her room, by contrast with the
things she had dreamed of, seemed
doubly hot And how she hated li
the jaundiced wall paper and
threadbare rug. the curtains that
hung with a llstlessness like her
mother's movements. '
Tired. That was It the room
was tired, perhaps tired of the
stream of colorless tenants who
came and went, their drab-patterned
lives making no imprint.
Tired, as her mother was tired of
the years that came without event,
unheralded, unsung. Fiat, tedious
years. Years like a gray soil that
had put forth one bloxsom to justi
fy Its existence and then bad gone
on molding, dying.
Saving to lift her mother, by the
only way she knew, into a ntore
gracious world than this, had not
been an unadulterated hardship.
It had been thrilling to watch her
savings account grow. Yesterday,
when she had withdrawn it from
the bank because he would have
no time on Saturday fo attend to
it. she had felt like dancing out
with it. What were sodas and
shows thn?
The risk of leaving It In her
room overnight had seemed un
avoidable. She was leaving on Sua-
Iday morning. She had worried a
little over it . . , there had been a
snrak thief in fhe house two years
before, she hsd heard, but she was
too elased over the prospect of
what lay before her to think much
of trouble.
. IIr r.ex suit ciic Wis packed
with lovely things. Not a faded or
mended garment In It. such as
filled her share of the limlled
drawer space In the mutually-used
drrsser.
She coild are It now, from
where she lay on the bed. Well,
she had that murk to show for her
thrift. Some pretty clothes. Too
bad she hadn't bought the evening
dress here that she had planned
to get in Atlantic Ofiy. She had
ttiought it would be1 exciting to
shop there. . Shv wondered what
good the clothes would do ber
now.
She was at lit lying on the bed.
fully dressed, when Myrtle re
turned. Myrtle was excited over
something. Jerry supposed. wllh
otit giving It marh thotwht, that
George had been making love to
her.
"How about a little ice cream?
Myr'le asked, Intendtiig to treat
Jerr'v didn't want Ice cresm.
"Well, y. listen, Jerry. I've
hern thinking you'll go camping
with me now, won't oa?"
Jerry didn't answer.
"Gee. ou 11 like it," Myrtle went
on. "I was out there last summer,
you know. I've got the tent and
everything. Bella sold me her halfM
of It when she got married. We
used to camp together. George
stored It ltk a garage for me this
winter, but I didn't expect to use
It No fun camping alone. What Uo
you say, let's run out to Glen Cove
tomorrow and see about getting a
site? Of course I should hate let
Mr. Barnes know before this, but
he may be able to squeeze . us in
somewhere."
A flicker of Interest passed over
Jerry's face. Myrtle did not aee It
but aha was sufficiently engrossed
with her plans to go on without
encouragement
"There's always a swell crowd."
she enthused; "and it isn't far
from the beachv Come on, say yes.
You'll be glad your roll waa lifted
when you meet some of the boys
that camp there.- Honestly, Jerry,
you'd have had a dumb time ail
alone In Atlantic City."
Jerry did not feel llte taking Is
sue with her about that. It waa all
right to argue when she bad
choice.
e.-But now if she refused to
camp
with Myrtle she would have
to spend ber vacation in town with
nothing to do. She hadn't enough
money left to pay her fare to her
home and return,
Before they fell asleep she had
promised to go with Myrtle. The
decision eased her mind a little.
She could go to. Atlantic City next
year. It waa a long time to. wait
but . . .she waa asleep.
They drove out to Glen Cove in
George's battered little car, built
mostly from junked automobiles.
Jerry remarked the number of floe
motors that purred Bwlftly past
them on the highway. "Yeah, the
North Shore of Long Island is
lousy with millionaires," .George
informed her.
Myrtle gave Jerry a sly ghthae.
"Not a bad hunting ground, kid,"
she said. 'Iyoa can get In."
"How dicl you happen to flniT a
camp out there?" Jerry inquired,
ignoring her suggestion.
"AVhy, this man Barnes has
some land in the not-so-hlgh-hat
neighborhood that he's holding for
speculation," Myrtle explained.
"He rents the camp sites to pay
his taxes. On a hot summer like
this his place is always' crowded, i
hope we aren't too late."
But they were. The campsites
were all taken.N
. "Now what'll we do?' Myrtle
walled when Mr. Barnes save her
the bad news. He didn't 'know, but
she asked him so many times, in
such genuine distress, that he was
driven to think it out for hen
"I'll tell you what 1 can do for
you," be said at Inst, speaking
bit reluctantly. "I've go a house
down near the shore that's empty
been empty for years. Being's I
know you I can let you camp
Ure. Yoiv'U have to. boil the water
and you'll have to keep quiet. I
don't want any trouble with , Mr.
Carstairs. ' . .
"Who's Ire, Mr. Barnes?
"Carstairs? Humph. He owns the
place next door, and don't you go
trespassing or get a gang hanging
around, because Carstairs and mo
are going to do business about
that shore property some day. I'm
doing thlB as a favor to you, young
lady, and don't you forget It The
Carstairs neighborhood is no place
for campers. ,-
Myrtle turned upv her nose. "Is
that so? Well, how much will tt de
lay our first hundred to hang up
our hats In that sacred spot?"
"Twenty-five, the same as here.
The water's free."
"What Is It. salt?
"It's a brook. Be sure yon boil
it"
"How far is it from anywhere?'
"Wait until I get my car" Mr.
Barnes threw a glance at George's
"and I'll take you over to look
at it"
"1 hope we can walk back to
camp; won't be any fun off by our
selves." Myrtle grumbled while
they waited.
Fifteen minutes later she de
clared she couldn't think of camp
ing at the old house.
"Why, we'll be buried here with
out a car," she exclaimed, aghast
at the Idea of solitude.
Hut now tt was Jerry who urged.
She was entranced with the place.
A ramshackle old shingled house
with a wide porch on one end, i
grove of maples and a few tower
ing oaks, looked like a cool, green
paradise to her.
She begged with good effect.
Myrtle agreed to stay. George
promised to deliver the tent and
equipment Mr. Barnes told them
Just where to put it so it would n t
be conspicuous, but when Oeorge
returned with it much later In the
day, the three pitched It where
they willed, which was on the edge
of the maple grove where the
i uiuruiux mm wouid wnke luein.
1 Jerry had almost forgotten her
i disappointment of the previous
day. While George was away tor
the tent she and Myrtle had hitch
hiked to the nearest village and
hninht a nixrilf Itmr-h Whaaft . rv
rot bark thev had It spread out In
j the shsde. all except what hunger
; nad conipeiien mem to gnome up
Myrtle thought they ought w
apologize for having eaten, but she
stopped when Jerry gave mr I
look. It was nearly two o'clock
They had breakfasted at seven
Why should they get a headache?
she asked when Myrtle had said
they ought to wait for Goorg.
"Well, it would be- more hospit
able." Myr'le armed. "Oeorge wiH
be starved when he gets here.
"Will her Jerry replied with
the twisted smile she used when
speaking of men
Starved ?" she asked when
George arrived. Myrtle started
then to eip'aln that they'd been
so famished tney'tr jual had to
Jerry's glance silenced her.
"No, I hsd soma hot dogs down
the road.' George fold them and
Jerry. . laughed, ';rJc Classed.
Older mofore with
big piston ciMranot
could mtand tot 9 of
carbon
Not only foM Shmtf
Motor Oil form 313
teMearbotrttolittlo .
it does form im 9oit,
koot-liko. a kind that
bkiwttilj Tf
"Here, I brought some along for
you kidB," George went on, aud
brought out a paper plate covered
with a paper napkin. Myrtle
laughed then. -
They ate the hot doga with rel
ish and put the spread-out lunch
away. Then they busied them
selves with the tent.
"Put It right out here," Myrtle
ordered; "It's swanky enough for
anyone." ,
It was a forest green umbrella
tent with a canvas floor, and
George made short work of getting
It pegged. When that waa done
Jerry offered to put away the
camp things while Myrtle and
George drove to the village for
some Iodine to put on a cut Myrtle
got on her hand.
Cots a table and chairs a email
gasoline-burning stove and a few
dlflhes and cooking utensils had
been stored with the tfnt. The
girls had brought blankets from
their room end a suitcase with the
things they would need overnight.
The next evening George would
take them to town to get the rest
of their outfits, which they had
not wanted to bring until they
were sure of a camp ilte.
Jerry bad scarcely got the camp
in order when she heard George's
car rattling in at the tumbledown
gate. Kor a fleeting moment she
envied Myrtle it must be fun to
have a boy friend with a rar, even
a junky. oW rattletrap. No, why
not a real oar? Men were all alike,
only soma were worse than others,
not better. They should be chosen
for what they had there was a dif
ference In the way they fooled
girls about love.
She couldn't see any re anon for
Myrtle's beaming after George hid
ktnsed'her good-bye. What was a
kiss? No boy bad ever kissed ber
though several had tried.
"8top looking down the road
like a mooney and show me how
this stove works,'' she said Irritab
ly. Myrtle was such a conflrmwl
nut about love. It made her atrk.
Wait a few years." she thought,
"and If 1 ask her what she thinks
of marriage she'll tell me It's all
rltfM but a girl oughtn't to rush
Into H."
"Iet the stove alone, Myrtle
said good-naturedly; "and let's go
for a swim. Too bad George
couldn't stay, but he says the traf
fic's terrible and he wants to get
home early."
"How roamntlc," Jerry mur
mured. "Oh shut up and gnt Into your
bathing silt. Of course there won't
be anyone to admire yo but th
ocean swells but maybe you'll get
a kirk out of that."
Jerry certainly dirt. Out of the
whole thing, the bsthlng and the
prospect of a night cool enough
for cemfort. She was almost happy
when they sat down, hungry and
tired, to finish what was left of
their midday lunch. The stove
hadn't worked very well and Myr
tle said they would have Oeorge
fii ft.
Jerry looked up at the sound of
A
handful of flint carbon -
and only V32 of an inch to put it in
You've probably seen mechanics working on one
of the older type motors scraping layers of car
bon off the piston heads a big handful of it from
onemotort
But the newer engines could never stand such
carbon deposits. Some of them have only the
thickness of a knife blade between piston and
cylinder head no room at all for carbon. '
' What causes carbon?
The carbon that builds up in your motor comes
from burned oil. And it is a strange fact that
often the highest priced lubricants will give you
large quantities of gritty, hard carbon.
In spite of all this it is easy now to avoid car
Mil L L M TOE 0DL
r;' 1 Shell 400, the new "dry" gas that burni cleanly and keeps out of ' I '-t
the crankcase, is the ideal running mate for Shell Motor Oil. Even
Shell Motor Oil can be ruined by ?thinning" with a "wet" gas ' ; ; ' ' .
a motor In the air, A sllvot plane
was winging overhead ' in what
looked to her like the attempt of
a huge butterfly to find a flower
to Und on. "Too bad George
doesn't fly," she said lazily; "you
need him so much." ,
"you'd get to depend on your
boy friend, too, if you had one,"
Myrtle retorted Instantly.
"Well, I'd like to know what that
guy up there Is depending upon,"
Jerry answered, her voice more
serious than her wordn. "Look at
him; he's pointing right at us!
RunJ"
Bhe jumped to her feet and
sprang backward, still yelling at
Myrtle to get out of the way. She
heard a shrill screech In answer,
or rather one note of It, ' for the
rest wss drowned out by the up
roar the plane made ou Its dive
Into their camp.
Jerry lost her balance and fell.
She got a nasty crack on the side
of her head and what followed im
mediately after the cranh was lost
to her. The first thing she became
conscious of was the sensation of
being cradled In a very satisfac
tory resting place. Her head wa
held Just right In a place tt fitted
perfectly.
But that sense of security and
ease was soon lost. A pain shot
like fire across her brain and she
cried out. Her eyes flan hod open
as the agony cleared her mind
and she baw, with a sensation she
was never to forget, an unfamiliar
masculine face 1k nt over her own.
(To Be Continued)
Life has begun to move swiftly
for Jerry Hay. An absorbing series
of adventures are In store' for ber.
In, tomorrow's Installment her con
viction that wealth Is the most at
tractive attribute a young man can
have gets Us first test
ALL PLAYED OUT
She (learning to drive): Sut
cvt't !-h!re the msny who iv
srnieted me yesterdny?
Manager: No. Madam. Tie's oV
finlteJy given up teaching. Pass
ing $how.
f USED TO IT
Attorney (to woman witness
aftee cross-examination): I hope
1 haven't troubled you with all
these questions. '
Witness: Not at ale I have a
small boy of six at home. Le
Moustlque, Charlerol.
390 East Taylor 8t
Phone East 6051 ,
Roseburg phons Ml
The Arrow Line
Portland, Roseburg,
Marthfield and way
-- point
J lr Port 1 Dd t P. M.
Leave Roacburg S P. M.
Pnaumatl Tim U,d ,
'DEADWOOD DICK," AT 82, .
OETS FIRST PLANS RIDS
(AxmlaUd Tku Uued Wlr
ST. PAUL., Minn., Nov.' 6.
Deailwood Dick. Ion haired acout
or the Illack Hills and dime novel
hero, haa celebrated hia 82nd
birthday anniversary with an air
plane ride, the first flight ot hia
life. .
He flew 800 mile from Rapid
City, 8. I). It waa the second time
he ever had bees out of the
illack Hills.
"Well. It beata oven for speed,"
he . commented today after a
nlxht'a rest.
Ox tennis brought him to the
mark Hills 52 years airo when the
Dakolna were "the end of the
world." Deadwood Plck'a real
name la Hichard, W. Clark.
Eat barbecue sandwiches and
live forever. Brand a Road Stand.
RENEE ADOREE ASKS DECREE
l.OH ANtsr.LKS, Nov. 3 Charg-'
ing her huiihand with 4ellPrtion !
September 25 at which time he '
'took moat of the furniture wllh j
him." Itenee Adoree, film actress, j
today filed suit for divorce from i
William K. Gill. The charge of i
cruelty waa also Included In the
suit. I
Miss Adoree, who waa married;
to Gill June 2. 1927, filed a sim
ilar suit about alx weeks ago, but
hastily withdrew It without ex
planation. SAD, BUT TRUE
Nurse: He see ma to be wander
Ina In his mind.
Patients Wife: Oh, well, he
can't stray far. Anawera.
IN PUBLIC, TOO
Child In Bun: (to stranger):
Daddy. Daddy!
Mother: Hush, darling. That
Isn't daddy. It'a A gentleman.
Answers.
FOR KEEPS?
Nervous Young Man (after ad
mittance to license flerk'a office,
accompanied ey bhishlna; niatdesj):
We-we wajit fo g-g-get .
Clerk .(busily) : git down, please.
I'll Join you In a moment. An
swers. o
THAT SETTLES IT
Jark : People look alike after
I thev live Inturh., for m ruirinH nl
urn..
Jill
Our engagement Is broken.
-Answer.
MIGH RCHOni. FOOT8LL
PLAYER FATALLY HURT
LOS ANi;EI,KS. Nov. A brok
en neck received In a football
Same between two Los Angeles
high acbools, caiued the death of
bon-forming oils. For science has perfected one
oil that is vitally different.
Only a littlt tofl toot
Shell Motor Oil, the result of a new refining proc
ess, forms less, than one-third the carbon of
even the costliest oils; no hard carbon, only a
little scot that blows easily- away through the
exhaust.
' Its lubricant value is far greater than old type
oils. Careful refining leaves all its "body" intact
ready to resist even the most violent changes in
temperature. ,
Insist on Shell Motor Oil every time you buy.
It is almost a necessity in today's motors. .
Joe Chasnoff,'. 16-year-old player.
The youth' neck waa snapped
when he fell heavily to the ground
Your
City Recorder
Solicited by
A. J. Geddes
9
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y Strict nforcsmant ef the
S) law without rear or favor
rSaMCaWHllIagagg
R. A. HERCHER
17,
t uii.tWite co-uLHratlofi with
lnw nf'-rrmTit iTe'- mntn.
t uiiipwite co-ui
r nfrrrn,Tit r1
The new hiih-com
prmmion motorm have
mm littlm mm i33 of an
inci between the top
ofth&pimtonmndthm
oyhndmr hmsd Hint
carbon is ruinoum to
lAsoti even in email
quenti'eise
JEIS
Wednesday. He was student aV
Hollywood high school
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Percy A Webb
Republican Candidate for
Sheriff of Douglas County
Roseburg, Oregon
Ganaral Election
Nov.mh.r- a. 19M
REPUBLICAN NOMINEE FOR
COUNTY JUDGE
If eleclM I shall (Irmly stand for the fol
lowing principles:
A 1'iuare deal to erery one; to every road
dlntrlrt, and to every section, of Douglas
county.
Regulate fhe expn of rounty (tovern
nent to the lowent rossinl minimum ron
ststtMit lth an efficient an4 orderly form
of county government.
all branches of CouatT and Rtate
fpiM adv.)