La Grande evening observer., March 30, 1945, Image 4

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WE LA GRANDE SVEJttNC OBSERVER, LA GRANDE, OREGON
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A CLOSE!) HOUSE
IX
T11E LEDGES, the Kudeons'
A summer home, was 30 rooms
Ot curly coloniiil austerity on the
finest ,tutch, oX shore north of
Bostori. I had never been espe
cially taken by the austerity ' of
the place, but it hud pleasant usso
ciutlom for me und the scenery
was magnificent.
It was durk when I reached
Mlnot on the way to Sandy Point
the next night. There wus a light
i The Cock and Kettle. Before
the war they hud served delicious
hickory-broiled steaks. I wus
hungry and the Idea of hiding out
t The Ledges had seemed less
urgent as a whole duy hud gone by
with nobody Killed. So 1 stopped
una had my steuk.
Tout's where I qw Brondu
Temple, Or perhaps I should suy
uremia saw me,
I She was on her way out as I
came In. She stood to one side
while her father paid the check.
At in at I thought she wus not go
. Ing tu speak. She looked straight
at me and through me with those
remarkable eyes of hers. I was
or the point of going by, when
she said coolly
i "Why Nicholas Trent, How are
your
I "I'm fine, Brcndu."
"What are you doing here?"
I "Eating," I said. "It's a vice of
mine."
' "I read about you In the pa
pers'," she suid, "Father, you re
member Nicholas Trent."
I looked ut Bruce Temple. He
was a great rock ot a man with
a fuco liko chipped Hint, He
scarcely glanced at me.
"Can't suy that I do," he suld.
"Come, Brendn."
. And Bre.ndu come. Thev walked
out nnd left me sloniffiig there.
They had acted strangely and the
two of them lurked in my mind
for the better part of an hour un
til I ) rati more pressing matters
to tniiik or.
J DROVE dowir'the Snndy Point
road on as dark a night as a
man could wish for. When I got
to the gates of The Ledges, I got
out und fished in my pocket for
the key to the padlock ttiut held
the massive wooden burner. A
light mist hud begun to f.uM and
it beat uguinst my face like tiny
needles of cracked ice. The gute
groaned dismully us I swung it
open.
By Iho time I had fumbled for
minutes In the cold among a dozen
keys to a dozen doors, the whole
idea of vegetating for a week at
The Ledges had become impres
sively nonsensicul. The only thing
thut kept me from going buck to
town wus the fear thut someone
would think thut I was afraid of
the dark which I wus at that
purticulur moment.
Finally I got the door open and
went inside. The bitter chill of
a closed house laid its hand on my
spine. I snapped the switch of
my llushlight and the beam bur
rowed feebly Into the darkness.
I saw the shadows of objects
hanging from the ceiling and be
neath, the glint of metal. I was
In the kitchen and the suspended
objects were pots and pans huafl
over the stove.
I went to the wall, pushed the
Bwitch, und a second later the
lluorcsccnt tubes sprang to Hunt.
Suddenly, I remembered Pat's
words: "The electricity will be
turned off, but there arc oil lamps
In one of the kitchen cupboards."
That little feeling of warmth, up
on seeing the lights, evaporated.
stood stock still and listened.
There was no sound except the
uneasy beat of the sea on the
rocks beyondthefurslde of the
house. "
There was a rack of wood in the
corner and a bin of coal beside it.
I laid a Are in the big range, lit it.
and then straddled a metal kitch
en stool to smoke and take stock.'
As the heat from the fire gradu
ally filled the room, I felt better.
I brought In the hamper of food
from the car and went to the
electric refrigerator. I swung
open the door; the light flashed
on, and I set the hamper carefully;
down on the floor. The chest Ml
completely stocked with food.
Our boarding House
I;
SHUT the door and stood rub
bing my chin and Claoking
thoughtfully across the kitchen at
the white swinging door with the
black leuther panels. Beyond that
should be the dining room, And,
beyond that, if I remembered cor
rectly, somewhere on the sea-side
of the house, Phineas Hudson's
library, high-vuulted with a great
beum-studded ceiling and paneled
with somber, thought-stifling
fumed ouk. There wus a fireplace
in it lurge enough to burn a for
est of trees, and a chair soft and
deep enough to sleep in.
I started through the swinging
door resolutely enough. The feeble
beam of my flashlight was lost
in the vustness of that dining
room. I began to look for the
light switch. I could hear the
ruin beuting against the windows,
and as I sturted along the wull in
systemotic search for the light.
I heard another sound. ' It stopped
me. A low short rumble. For a
single Instunt I could not identify
It. Then I had It. Thunder. End
of summer, we used to say, when
single peal of thunder came in
the full. And I started along the
wall again, laughing a bit shokllr
at myself. ',..'
Then I heard a second sound
und it wasn't thunder. It was
much too soft and stealthy for
that. This time just the faintest
noise like a quick intake of breath.
wow my every sense was alive
with red lights. I kept moving,
feeling along the wall for the
switch, pointing the beam ahead
of me.
I reached a corner and turned
my light onto the next wall. And
the pale beam fell squarely upon
the face of a man. . .
(To Be Continued)
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v-rtists DEfcN CaPNE
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APPREHENOEO FOR
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LULt-VKoP PENNIES,'
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airplane
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HEROES ARE MADE-MOT BORN 3-3
Boots and Her Buddies
By Edgar Start
'The Last Supper"
By MRS. ANNE CABOT EL .JB? lifitT
cr, 70!) Mission St., San Krnn- I JfflNYx X 1
' 1 I 7 "" il 1 )
By MRS. ANNE CABOT
This centuries old masterpiece
of cla Vinci depicting the last
supper of the Christ und His
Apostles has been copied bv a
famous embroidery artist the
figures arc clear and easily dune
in outline stitch. The colors
used are glowingly beautiful.
Embroider und frame your hand
worked copy of one of the
world's greatest religious paint
ings und you will have a real
heirloom. I'unel is 20 by 11
inches.
To obtain transfer pattern of
the Lust Supper (Putlcrn No.
5320) color chart for working,
amounts of all materials speci
fied, illustrations of stitches used,
send 15 cents in coin, plus 1 cent
postnge, your name, address and
the pattern number to Anne Ca
bot, La Grande Evening Observ-
Official Records
Water turned off, March 2!):
Edward Hart, 1702 Jefferson;
C. II. Butler, 2002 Oak; Eivd
Wcathcrspoon, 7U2 Main; W. L.
Mclntyrc, (101 C.
Water turned on:
Mrs. Krnn Dougherty, KiOGM.
Y; C. V. Settleineyer, 120!) I; Wil
bur Schooler. 2710 Third; Fred
Weallu'i'spcum, 2002 Oak.
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THIS'S JU51 A 1
STARTER, RTDER.'
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BE WHERE 1WV5
PRISON'
TOMB HONORED
Not until comparatively re
cently was a canopy placed over
Omar Khayyam's tomb at Nishn
pur, India, ultltough he has been
dead since 1123. Admirers in
other countries sought this recognition.
U. S. Army Group
revtouM I'niale
HOMKONTAL 40 Exists
1,6 Depicted is 50 Meadow
Inslgno of the51 Daybreak
U. S. Army (comb, form)
52 Solid
Division
10 Within
1 1 Members of
these, army
units'
brave men
12 Upon .
IS Transpose
(ab.)
H Perform
' on tinge
15 Motive
17 Tear "
IB Ceylones
constable
21 Walked on
22 Cried
23 Slaves
25 Rings out
26 Examination
27 Repeat (Scot.)
28 Toward
29 Oleum (ab.)
30 Assist
32 Malayan coins
35 Uncovers :
SO Animal
38 Limbs
39 Salamander
43 Eli
44 Friend (Fr.)
45 Bullfighter
47 Roads (ob.)
4e Half-cm
53 Disfigure
VKKTICAI,
1 Most exacting
2 Chant
3 Auricle
4 Waste
allowance
5 12 months
6 Nutritive
material
7 Hostelry
8 River
AitMrr r
14 Mimic
18 Therefore
18 Pints (ab.)
20 Cuddles
22 Rich
24 Pauses
25 Canoes
30 Injured
31 Type of fur
9 Baseboll term 33 One who tears 415 Dolt
34 Infrequently
35 Sheep's bleat
37 Footlikc part
39 Face part
40 Symbol for
erbium
41 Join closely
4 J Woody plant
45 it is (contr.) i
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By SUE BURNETT
Here is an upron frock you'll
like irons in a jiffy because it
opens out flat. Another version
has perky over shoulder ruffles
for a pinafore look.
Pattern No. 8789 is designed
tor sizes 14, 1G, 18, 20; 40, 42, 44
and 40. Size 18, with sleeves,
requires 4:,ii yards of 35 or 39
inch material.
For these patterns, send 20
cents, in coins, for each pattern
ordered, your name, address,
sizes desired, and the pattern
numbers to Sue Burnett, La
Grande Evening Observer, 709
Mission St., Sun Francisco, Calif.
Ready now the spring issue
of Fashion. Just 15 cents. A
complete guide in planning ward
robe needs for nil the family.
GREATER IN WAR USE
The nickel that used to go into
a dozen silver-plated table forks
is enough to supply the nickel
required for making 675 magne
sium bombs.
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