La Grande evening observer. (La Grande, Or.) 1904-1959, August 31, 1945, Image 4

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Newspaper Page TextFriday, August- 31, 1945 Page Four Our Boarding House With Major Hoople Out Our Way J.R.WUliami Bleed Loridest STORY I eM lyrr. voauuir Heinle lu THE LA GRANDE EVENING OBSERVER LA GRANDE, OREGON rTHl9l.S-We-.r4lR !7?ut HOW FAST THESE J J WAS ALIVE, SIX TIMES, ( iwj n,s- r-r-i i -rUir- QACn AAV FlDQT AS DEM ADULT Xj I I 1 i- a r-v o. it TMCV S. ftl T TMPV 1 21 I m-m. - v ' ft HOOKCt) IfJ VM S HIPPOPOTAMUS CMrlSH, MltolAH V FKS2I GET THRU THE f-A DOM'T KNOVJ NEVER GOT ' ijHOUC VJHILE Alll KrVR-RUAPH..' k ?OP, SO fv& AM' K N--VfHipit BRUSH.' fZZfvlK HIM NOW.' J HIM THRU h T ' : 'uiwwm.fur iv oar on fcia lam Irava aa tkm Married avrveaai walla ala rtioa. II W'ljmjEN I many," Thayer had " said once to Amy, "I'm go ing to be sure end It' going to be for keeps." But now there was Brock. "You're what I want, Thayer. Ten days, 10 years what's the difference? When you know, you know: nothing changes that." Not laughing now; deeply in earnest. "The difference is, Brock, do we know?" Everything within her pulling her toward him, even while the deep steadiness that was part of her counseled caution. "You love me, don't you, Thayer?" ' "I love you, Brock." Never more than now with his eyes seri ous and grave upon her, "It Isn't that." 'Then what It It? I dont get It, Thayer. Things can't be half not with us. You're my girl it's as simple as that" Hard to meet his eyes and go on saying the reasonable thing. "Brock, you want me now . . ." "You bet I want you." Standing there not touching her, yet by re fraining holding her to him with something stronger than physical contact, a new maturity In his forebearance that moved her as nothing else could have, sent her heart into a aide-slip. They had driven out to Drum head HiU, a rounded wooded knoll on the outskirts. They had got out of the car, above them the clear blue April sky. A man and a girl, the weight of their future pressing in upon them, "Brock ..." "Thayer, I want to marry you; now today. I want to think of you with my noma, I want to J know that you belong to me. I know there's the chunce of my not coming back, but never the chance of my coming back with uny different feeling for you." His eyes were searching hers; his hands came out in an odd little defenseless gesture. "Darling it s tor always, can t you see?" She went into his arms then. He did not kiss her at first, he did not speak. He stood there holding her, his cheek pressed against her own, as if nothing mattered but her nearness. Then slowly he moved lift check until her mouth lay beneath his own. It was a long kiss and it held a tenderness that mode tears burn behind her lids, Then, suddenly. her arms went about his neck, her pulms wero aguinst the back of his head, pressing him closer. iHe kissed her ugain; she heard him whisper her name in a sort uf exultation. . He was for carrying her off, then and there. She shook her head. "We must let your mother know, Brock. I wouldn't feel right If wo didn't." ; "Durllng, mothers always op pose sudden change Just as a mat ter of principle." Then, caught by her gaze, he said a little huskily, 'Wn, 1 Know you're right, Thayer." He, drew her closer. "Always be right for mo." Ho kissed her. "My girl, my own girl how'd I ever do it?" April, 1842. Gas unrationcd, and within two hours the road to Las Vegus unrolling swiftly be- jncath their Impatient wheels. THE little bedroom clock said 2:30. Her living with Brock's mother wus his Ideu. They returned from their short honeymoon to lunch Four Real Etttate Examinations Set :SALKM, Ai'g. 31 (Ul')-Kour exuminutions for real estate brok ers and salesmen will be con ducted by the statu reul estate board during September, c o m missioner Claude H. Murpliy an nounced today. Examinations will New Insigne HORIZONTAL 55 Sped 1 Pictured 1. 50n ii o .. 57 Hemaln U. S. Army 58 Adapts 11 1 Frozen water 12 Pukcr slake J3 Dine 14 Spi inkle 16 Having a tuste 19 Symbol for gold 10 Medieval short tale 21 Drama part 22 Rough lava S3 Nothing li5 Mon's name !8 Uneven 29 Jucob's brother (Bib.) VKItTKWl. 1 Placard i Small shield 3 Coiu-eal 4 Citizen 5 Symbol for thoron 6 lU'ight (ab ) 7 Whale 8 Pause Light touch IU Finn 14 Kation.il SI Proboscis il Beams S3 Size of shot 34 Athena 35 Bone 36 Merriment 38 Thin 39 Dismal 43 Neither 43 Make soggy 46 Like 47 Babylonian deity 46 Kail Indian shrub SOtyne E Oniric) 11 Heavy blows (coll.) U Ut puutaclt T ft "?i;ibir IT h ita -3 n rir-if sf h r-i-ii trrml 7y rji Wir-nr i 1 1 -yja ' ' "Well," Aunt Hildreth had said, "so you're .Thayer. . '.' . You're very poor at description, Corinne," she added to her sister-in-law. They don't like, each other, Thayer thought, watch ing them. with Mm. Klttrldge, Judson Klt tridge Brock's uncle, and his wife Hildreth. Thayer had not met Hildreth before. The very antithesis of Brock's mother, she was tall and thin, possessed of penetrating hazel eyes in . a strongly featured plain face. "Well," she had said, "so you're Thayer." Her handclasp was firm, her gaze dazzling. "And you're very poor at description, Corinne," she added, to her sister-in-law. "Why," fluttered Mrs. Kittrldge charmingly, "I told you, Hildreth, that Thayer was pretty, that she had brown eyes . . ." "You told me none of the things I'm finding out for myself," re torted Hildreth crisply. "What do I care for prettlness and brown eyes?" A quick worm smile illu mined her face and she took Thayer's arm. "My dear, we've no intention of dissecting you. When I'm pleased I forget my manners." It was an odd meal. Fascinated, Thayer watched the play between Aunt Hildreth and Mrs. Kittridge. They don't like each other, she thought, and then involuntarily, I like Aunt Hildreth. Sfte watched the sharp clever face, so in con trast to Mrs. Kittridgc's gentle beauty, and then she was aware of something: Mrs. Kittridge'e smile kindled to wormth only when it dwelt upon her son; her eyes caught no spark from it when they rested on anyone else. Only the tension of the moment en abled Thayer to hove this dis cernment. Afterward Brock and Thoyer had driven out to Drumhead Hill, for tomorrow Brock would be leaving. Thayer had presented her views. "The war isn't going to last forever, Brock, ond I'd rather be on my own until you come back. I've told Miss Mary to hold my room." "Hey," Brock sold, pulling her over close to him. "I'm giving the orders. Wo KHtrldges boss our women ull except Aunt Hil dreth." Ho laughed, then sobered. "Why, Thayer, Mom's expecting you to stuy. Didn't you see all the new chintz and stuff In the bedroom? She really went to town on It." "Is it your room done over, Brock?" "No, mino's next to Mom's: It could hardly hold me fur all the junk I had in it." take place in Medford Sept. 10; Eugene, Sept. II; Salem, Sept. 12, and Portland, Sept. 13. TiiylorcTiif t A1KIMANKS Available soon. Place your order now. KiiNtern Oregon Airways Phone 6R13 Anmrr lit Prrvluua I'OBflle IS College cheer 37 Misplacers 17 HiKh card 40 Natives of 18 Fathers Home 1M Tardier 41 Heroic ilt Stage part 43 Dunce step 'Ji On the ocean 44 Aeriform fue J8 lH-st-rt garden 47 Heating spot device :u Itulian 49 Military cap :i'J Wand 6J Pillar Chew 54 Hodent T si a k l icln aMH E frt-istcloiol LtelgllifiiRl "Brock, don't think me unrea sonable, but I'd rather stay with Miss Mary," His voice grew grave, "Look, honey, this Is my town our town, 3pw. I think Miss Mary's a swell uy, but I want to think of you in my home. I want you and Mom to know each other. I want you to like my mother, Thayer." "I want to, Brock; I want her to like me." But even as she spoke she was remembering tliat Mis. Kittridge's eyes dsp down had held no warmth. "She's so lonesome in that big house," Brock went on. "She's not strong; I think It's her heart, though she'll nevar admit it, But if I know you're there with her . . ." He stopped suddenly. "Lord! I sound like 'the soldier's fare well' or something." Swiftly his mood changed. He walked two fingers up the side of her cheek, circled, came around to push up the corners of her mouth. "Smile," he ordered. As she did he kissed her and in that kiss was swift breathless union that robbed her of every thing but the wish to do what Brock desired. "Therel It's all settled," he stated comfortably a moment later. For a while they sat in silence. Brock's arms were holding her se cure and in her happiness Thayer pushed away half-acknowledged fears. This present was all that mattered. Brock straightened in the seat, looked at the green rounded knoll with its scattered oaks. "When I come back we'll build our home right here." "Here!" He nodded. "My granddad gave me this. It seemed so far from town then that I used to laugh about it, but now I know that if I come back I will live here with you." Then as if ashamed of his seriousness he laughed and rumpled hor hair. "Meanwhile, I gotta keep my women under one roof." They drove back to the Kit tridge house; there was a tele gram for Brock. Within an hour he had left; they were not to have until tomorrow after all. In the numbness which followed their1 parting Thayer clung gratefully to one thought: she and Brock had said their real goodby back there on the green windy slope of Drumhead Hill. (To Be Continued) I Campus Call This jumper-blouse set with the diamond waist and gored skirt is made-to-order for the Junior trade. A honey. Pattern No. 8908 is designed (or si.es 11. 12, l:t, 14, 16 and 18 Sue 12 requires 2:,s yards of 35 or .1!)-inch material for the Jump er and l's yards for the blouse. 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