PORT URFORD, OREGON. POST
K athleen N orris Says:
What Price America?
C H A P T E R X I V —C ontinued
— 15—
time southeasterly, and Richard took
every opportunity to catch the sun,
or to take a lunar,
They sighted the Diego Ramirez
Rocks one morning an hour after
breakfast; and M ary put on her coat
and went up the companion and
found Richard exuberant as a tri
umphant boy in the knowledge
that his calculations had been ac
curate. The men forward were
shouting instead of talking, their
voices high-pitched with triumph,
knowing that presently they would
turn at last northeasterly for the
long run home.
"Now, I ’ll snatch a wink, M r.
Forbes,” Richard told Mat. "Call
me when we come abeam of the
Rocks.”
So he and Peter went below with
George and M ary; and Richard
stripped off his great sea coat.
M ary said: "You’re dead for
sleep, Richard. Go lie down.”
He nodded. " I could sleep three
days in a row,” he agreed. He
went into his cabin and closed the
door behind him.
M ary made George lie down In
his bunk for warmth's sake, and
covered him over. She returned to
her own cabin, and drifted off to
sleep. Later she roused a little;
heard Peter say in the common
room outside her door:
“I tell you you’re wrong. But
anyway, watch yourself. Dick will
Then George spoke her name be
hind them, and she turned In quick
guilty dismay; and George saw her
confusion and his cheek paled. She
went toward him, forced herself to
speak casually.
“Well, they’re gone, almost out of
sight now . . ."
George nodded. “I think I'll go
below.” He seemed hoarse. “I ’ll
try to take a nap.”
He turned away. Mary, after a
moment's doubt, went with him.
He did not protest when she fol
lowed him; but neither did he look
around. He walked rapidly aft to
the companion, descended before
she overtook him. At the foot of
the companionway she found that he
had stopped to wait for her; and
when she faced him he asked a flat
question.
“ M ary, what were you and Rich
ard talking about?"
He cried wretchedly: "Oh, I ’m
sorry, M aryl I don’t want to be
this way! But I ’ve seen you so often
lately talking to him, and if I come
near you, you stop. I try not to
notice. I try as hard as I can. But—
I can’t help it, M ary.”
Desperate to reassure him, and
to stop his questions, she remem
bered the pearls. “ Richard’s wor
ried,” she said. “There were some
pearls in a packet in his desk, and
they’ve been stolen.”
“ Pearls? Where did Richard get
them?”
"They were mine.” Once begun,
she must tell him everything; but
at her word, his hand tightened on
her arm.
“ Where did you get them, M ary?”
“Jarambo gave them to me the
day we left Gilead.”
“Jarambo?” His eyes cleared
with relief. " I suppose he’d had
them for years. Probably dove for
them himself. Was that it?”
“No,” she said. " I think I know
what happened.” She told him the
truth, or her best guess at what the
truth might be; she related now at
last the massacre at the island, and
the burning of the ship.
"They had killed Aulgur, you
know,” she reminded him. “I sup
pose these were his pearls, and they
got them, and Jarambo found them
on their schooner.”
He sat down, shaken by what he
heard, fumbling for solid ground
again. “Our islanders slaughtered
those men?”
“ Yes!” She said. “ But they did it
because they loved you, George.”
After a moment he cried in a sud
M ary begged: “ George, please.”
den strength: “ M ary, I ’m glad they
did I
The world’s better without blow you to pieces. He keeps a
them.”
gun in the top drawer."
“ Yes."
She sat up in swift alarm. As
"M ary, why didn’t you tell me her feet touched the floor, she
all this before?”
heard Peter go on deck again; and
"You were so ill.”
then George opened her door.
“ Did Cap'n Corr know about the
He grasped her arm, his Angers
massacre?”
crushing it so that she uttered a low
“ Yes.”
cry of pain. She looked up into his
"Does anyone else aboard know?” face and saw it twisted and con
“Corkran knew, of course. He’s vulsed by some terrific passion; and
probably told everyone. And they she whispered in a quick terror:
all saw the smoke from the burning
“ George! What’s the matter?”
schooner before they reached the is
He said harshly, “Come out here!
land."
I want to talk to you and Captain
He nodded briefly, said in a slow Corr."
scorn of himself: “ Everyone knew
Holding her, he wrenched open
but me, but no one told me.”
the door of Richard’s cabin; and
“I knew how unhappy it would Richard asleep in the bank opened
make you.”
his eyes, his head rising from the
He laughed shortly. “I know now pillow, and then his whole body rose
where I stand with you all. You as he came to his feet in a sharp
think me a weak woman of a man, alarm, steadying himself with his
who has to be guarded and cajoled good hand.
and shielded, protected from the
“What’s wrong?" he asked. He
truth.”
brushed past them into the common
"Please, George.”
room, leaped toward the compan
He shook his head. “Oh, I sup ion, thinking only of the ship, think
pose I 'll be all right when I ’ve ing her in danger.
thought it over; but it's pretty hard
When Richard, emerging from the
to find yourself so contemptible in cabin, brushed him aside, George
the eyes of other m en!" He went had lurched toward the desk; and
to his own cabin and shut the door before Richard reached the foot of
behind him, shutting her out.
the companionway, George dragged
When he appeared for supper, he open the top drawer of the desk and
seemed to be himself once more. lifted out of it the heavy old revolver
They were all cheerful at the sup always kept there. At his cry, his
per table. Peter did most of the command, Richard turned and saw
talking, as he was apt to do. Since the weapon leveled at him firmly.
that day when he killed the whale For a moment he did not move,
which had broken Richard's arm, staring in a bewildered astonish
he was exuberantly sure of himself, ment; but then, his concern still for
inclined to condescend.
his ship, he said curtly:
At dark that night, the weather
“ I ’ll be back!” And he went up
changed; the wind came more the companionway.
southerly, and it stiffened, and was
M ary began to understand what
cold. Richard shortened sail a lit was coming; to foresee the content
tle, stayed on deck most of the night of the next half hour. She heard,
watching his ship, using as much as though far away, voices over
wind as be wisely could, extract their heads; but she did not look up.
ing from the half gale all it would She stared at George as though he
safely give. The weather got no were a stranger seen for the first
worse next day, but it got no bet time; and she waited for Richard to
ter; and Richard drove her care return as for a rescuer.
When he descended the compan
fully that day and the days that
ionway, he closed the scuttle be
followed.
hind him, shutting them in. He
stopped at the foot of the ladder,
CHAPTER XV
looking from one ot them to the
George coughed more and more; other. George had turned, stood
but in spite of M ary's urgings, he braced now with his feet wide apart,
went on deck every day, refusing his back to the desk. The Venturer,
to be coddled. Interested in this quartering the seas, was combining
westward passage of the Horn which a pitch and a roll in ar. exasperat
they were approaching; and be ing motion, slithering upward at an
angle, poising, lurching down again.
asked Richard many questions.
George had put on some compo
“We’re all right,” Richard as
sured him. "The only thing I don’t sure. He was steadier now, and qui
want to hit is fog. We're apt to see eter. He backed against the desk,
icebergs any time. I ’m shortening still holding the revolver, and faced
sail at night. As long as it stays them both; and he spoke in crisp,
clear, we can see ice a long way slow tones. He said evenly: “I want
from the crosstrees, and we can tell thia business between you stopped,
pretty well before dark it there’s today, now.”
Richard stared at him; he looked
any ice ahead of us. And the nights
helplessly at M ary. "T m so tired I'm
are short That helps.”
Ha himself now kept the deck dur dumb,” he said, speaking to her,
ing the brief hours of darkness, not not to George. "Maybe it’s because
going below at all, sleeping In the I ’m short of sleep. I don't know
daytime. Their course was by this what he's talking about”
But M ary knew. So many inci
dents out of the past came now to
enlighten her. This man facing them
with a weapon in his hands was
the same George who could not en
dure the thought of leaving her with
Joseph Neargood at Gilead. He was
the same George who could not see
F ritz Aulgur give her a pearl. He
was the same George who was for
ever tormented by a devil of jeal
ousy. I t did not occur to her to
wonder why the passion in him had
thus suddenly come to a head. Cer
tainly he had lost control of him
self.
She moved toward him, said
pleadingly: “ George, you’re sick.
Let me put you to bed. Please!”
“I ’m sick to death,” he told her.
“Sick of you! Don’t touch me. I ’ve
shut my eyes to your wantonness
long enough.”
His word stopped her like a
blow. Richard protested gravely:
“ George, you're talking in circles.
If you’ve got anything to say. say
i t What’s on your mind?”
“I ’m talking about you and M ary
making love to each other all the
time,” George told him; and his
own rage choked him, and he
coughed, bending double, clutching
at his chest, his face dark with
lack of breath before he could speak
again. "Do you think I ’m blind?”
he challenged then.
“I think you’re crazy!”
" I ’m crazy, am I?” George visi
bly fought to control himself; to
speak impassively. “Oh, I don’t
blame you so much. Why wouldn’t
you make love to her, when she
begs for it? Captain Corr, leave
her alone. No matter what she
says. Because if you ever touch
M ary again, or speak to her. I ’ll
kill you.”
Richard said miserably: “Man,
you’re sick!”
“Maybe I am. But I ’m not too
sick to pull a trigger. I ’ve killed as
big a man as you, with a pick
axe, and he had a gun! Don’t you
touch M ary again, or speak to her.
“Speak to her?” Richard echoed.
“Why, sure I will; and I ’ll touch her
too if it comes that way. Have
some sense! Why wouldn’t I? ”
George cried explosively: "Be
cause you're in love with her, and
she with you!” But on his own
words, a paroxysm of coughing
swept him, bent him, silenced him.
He dropped the revolver on the desk,
clutching at his chest with both
hands. It was long before he could
speak again.
Through that long moment Rich
ard looked at M ary, and M ary
looked at Richard. Before the mo
ment ended, each knew.
It was true! While their eyes met
in that long exchange like a revela
tion, like vows exchanging, these
two forgot George, racked and help
less by the desk. His words un
locked at last a long-closed door.
What he said was true, and while
their eyes held now, they both knew
it! They knew that they had loved
each other always, and would love
each other always. They had not
guessed the truth before; but they
knew it now forever, beyond doubt,
beyond change, beyond forgetting.
Each thought wonderingly: I was
blind not to know then that this was
true.
But now they knew. Now they
knew; and the knowledge was a
gulf, deep and terrible and hopeless.
Their eyes held hard, till George
recovered; and they did not know
he had recovered till he crossed to
thrust at M ary with a movement
like a blow, to break the bridge of
their exchanging glasses, and to cry,
pitifully furious:
"Don’t! Stop! You shan’t even
look at him so!”
She spoke in a panic of haste, des
perately denying, as much to per
suade herself as her husband.
Mary whispered: "George, George
it isn’t true!” She looked at Rich
ard again. She knew it was true,
knew he knew. “ It isn’t, pleasel”
she cried like a prayer.
George faced her, challenged: “So
it’s not true?”
“Of course not!”
He lifted one hand, brushed it
past her like a scornful blow.
“ You’re a lia r!”
M ary begged: "George, pleasel”
He swung to her, staring at her
narrowly. "You want me to believe
you don’t love him?” he demanded.
" I don’t, George.”
He grinned mockingly. He slipped
his arm through hers. “All right,”
he said. “ I believe i t
I believe
you. You’re my wife, and you love
me. Is that true?”
"Yes, yes, yes.”
“You love me with all your
heart?”
“ Yes."
“And soul?”
"Yes.”
"Fully and completely and pas
sionately?”
"Yes, yes, you know I do.”
He had begun this catechism In
tones derisive; but under her ear
nestness, his derision faded. He was
so lost without her, wanted so much
to believe her, that be began to do
so.
She saw with a slow rising hope
that he did begin to believe her;
and she thought fear would live with
her always now, fear lest he dis
cover the truth. She thought: All
my life I'll have to lie to him, pre
tend, make him believe I love him.
If be knew I don’t, he would die.
(TO Hf. CONTINUED/
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.)
By VIRGINIA VALE
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
ARAMOUNT’S "The Lady
Eve” is certainly one of
P the
best pictures that has
End T ables E asily
M ade From Spools
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
“ D E A R MRS. SPEARS: I have
made a pair of spool shelves
like those you give directions for
in your Sewing Book No. 3. They
are painted watermelon pink to
match the flowers in my bedroom
curtains, and they are very pretty
hung at each side of the windows.
I would like to make some end
tables of spools for the living
room, but I can't think of a way to
come out of Hollywood in
years and years; it’s the third
excellent picture in a row for
Preston Sturges, who wrote
and directed it. Henry Fonda
acquires new laurels as a co
median, Barbara Stanwyck is
completely delightful, the
rest of the cast (which -inclu les
Charles Coburn, Eric Blore and ’,.11-
liam Demarest) couldn’t be im
proved on.
The company launched the picture
In New York with something differ
ent in the way of a cocktail party
A night club was turned—more or
less—into a Garden of Eden, and
five pretty girls were engaged to act
as Eves. Since there's a snake that
plays a prominent part in the pic
ture, one was provided. Dr. Ray
mond L. Ditmars, curator of rep
tiles at the Bronx zoo.xwas present;
lie felt that the party would do much
to dissipate the popular phobia
against snakes. A consultant psy
chologist theorized on perfect wom
en in general and the five Eves in
particular. Then Emma, the snake,
departed for the zoo, and the wom
en guests breathed easier.
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Whether you’re an “Andy Hardy’’
fan or not you mustn’t miss "Andy
Hardy’s Private Secretary," if you
want to see the debut of one of fllm-
tlom’s best bets.
She’s Kathryn
G ather the youngster» into your house fo r debate and coffee and doughnuts,
once a week. Let them know that under their own constitution they can introduce
any change» they wish; that it is the m iracle and privilege of democracy that
it can change and develop w ith the changing w orld.
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
emocracy can only
D
Kathryn Grayson
Mickey Rooney
In “ A ndy H ard y ’» Private Secretary.“
Grayson, who’s not quite eighteen,
and is being hailed as a real dis
covery.
Eighteen months ago, when she
sang at a Los Angeles musical, she
attracted the attention of Metro ex
ecutives. Before the afternoon was
over she had an appointment with
Louis B. M ayer—the next day she
had a contract.
After that she
checked in at the studio school—
took a regular high school course,
had lessons in music, diction, make
up, dramatic training.
She has a magnificent coloratura
voice, can sing C above high C, and
it Is predicted that she may become
one of the greatest coloraturas the
world has ever known. She’s de
lighted over being in pictures—but
in another two years she’s going to
tackle the Metropolitan opera.
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Hortense Monath, who recently
appeared as soloist with the NBC
Symphony orchestra, has made a
name for herself as a concert pianist
In both Europe and America, play
ing with many of the most famous
orchestras.
She really has a second career;
she browses In the musical litera
ture of the ages and brings forth
each year a series of programs for
the New Friends of Music, one of
New York’s more Important musi
cal organizations. She thinks there's
too much sameness about most mu
sical programs — she also dis
approves of intermissions, encores,
stage seats and prima donna-dom.
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There’s no telling how many of
our future radio stars will succeed
because Fritz Blocki, producer of
“ Your Dream Has Come True,”
gave them a start. Auditioning for
the program is no ordinary affair.
The entire week preceding a broad
cast is spent in listening to the many
people who want to appear on the
program; when it's difficult to make
a choice between actors, a record
ing of the voice in question is made
and the radio department makes a
decision.
As big name actors and actresses
have no meaning on this program,
the unknowns have a wonderful op
portunity—and under Blocki’s skill
ful tutelage they are sure of getting
excellent training.
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O D D S f.V D £ J V 0 S -F ra n & Capra
paid II.W W for an opinion during pro
duction o / “M eet John D o e "—h ire d
350 extra» to tecure th e ir reaction» to
two versions of a speech by Gary
Cooper . . . w h e n radio'» “ H enry
A ld ric h “ reached the screen Jackie
Cooper played "H en ry " in the fi.ru two
episodes; now that he’» outgrown the
role, Jim m y t.ydon take» over . . ,
M eanw hile T ire Stone goes right on
being “fle n ry " on the a ir . . . “ This 1»
England," a short, it being released by
C olum bia Picture» . . . I s n i Turner
trie d eight different coiffure» before
the found the right one for her role in
“Hr. Jekyll end M r. H yd e."
work if the members
of th a t d e m o c ra c y
work for it. Democracy can
only be proved a success,
among the varied types of
government the world has
tried and is trying, if every
one of us wakes herself out of
the slumber of centuries and
asks herself what democracy
is, and whether it’s a good
thing, and whether it’s worth
fighting for.
And when I say “fighting” I
don’t mean with guns and
bombs, for my own profound
belief, after more than 20
years active service in the
cause of world peace, is that
no gun and no bomb ever did
anything to defend democ
racy or establish anything
else that is good.
I mean fighting with God's own
weapons of brotherhood, service,
sympathy, understanding. These are
wisdom, understanding,
counsel,
fortitude, knowledge, piety and fear
of the Lord—all of which are the
true weapons, and the powers of
evil can never stand against them.
Democracy Challenged.
Our fight for democracy must go
on in our homes, through the little
daily job that we have to meet and
solve, and unless it succeeds there
it is going to fail In the world. For
never since its very beginnings has
it been challenged as it is challenged
today.
A democracy—which in our form
Is a republic—means that the people
rule. They look at their candidates,
they decide which ones they like,
and they put those men into power.
Fascism, Nazi-ism and Communism
mean that the people are told what
to do, eat, spend, wear, think and
say. Monarchies and Czarisms and
oriental rule also meant this. The
thin little fringe of places and peo
ples who believe In democracy is
diminishing now to a very small
percentage indeed. Unless we de
fend it it will vanish from the earth.
Good men and wise men from the
days of the Greeks and Romans
have been dreaming of world repub
licanism, world democracy. Plato
dreamed of it, Sir Thomas More
dreamed of it. Washington saw the
i great vision, and through bewilder
: ment and desertions, treason and
poverty and failure and despair,
brought it to birth. We possess i t
What Is Freedom Worth to You?
But how much do you care about
it? How much is it worth to you
that America shall go on as Amer
ica, free of speech, free of press,
free to worship God in her own way?
Do you care enough to read one
or two books of the thousands that
are being circulated now, telling you
what other countries are doing, and
how their ways differ from ours?
Are you willing to say some evening
in the near future: “George, let’s go
to that meeting, or that rally, or
that lecture or that debate, and sec
what these candidates are like and
what they are promising and plan
ning?"
Do you care enough to know the
answers to your children's questions
when those children speak airily of
the superior methods of Russia, or
slightingly of the greatest country
in the world, which Is their own.
If you don't, if you still think the
most absorbing problems In the
world are those of getting the spare-
room blankets cleaned and being
sure the lower pie-crust is good and i
crisp, then you don’t deserve to be
an American, you don’t deserve to ,
live in a democracy, and you're do- |
STICK-IN-THE-MUD?
I f your most absorbing problems
in the w o rld are those of m eal
planning, getting the attic cleaned
or seeing that young Teddy wears
his rubbers, then you don’t deserve
to live in a democracy. A t least,
that’s the way Kathleen N orris
feels. H er view is that you should
exercise your m in d — study, read,
discuss, digest the w o rld changes
going on about you. D on't miss this
straighl-to-the-poinl argument.
ing your bit to aid the totalitarian
governments.
Every Voice Needed.
Don't think that because you live
on a limited Income in a rented
house and run just a little over the
budget every month that your voice
isn't needed and isn’t valuable.
Great national changes don't neces
sarily come from privileged men.
Lincoln, Napoleon, Stalin, Mussolini,
Hitler and countless others knew the
sharp touch of poverty and lived the
first third of their lives in obscurity.
The reason the dictators have
gained so strong a hold is because
nine-tenths of the men and women
they rule are abysmally ignorant of
what is going on, of their own rights
and powers. Don’t keep yourself in
that group unless you want to see
our own country menaced by the
forces that are honestly convinced
that the dictators' way is the right
way.
Our share of citizenship now, as
American women, is to demonstrate
just what is true democracy, to per
fect our own system. It is for us to
do away with unemployment, pov
erty, slums, to discourage false phi
losophies, to upbuild the faith of our
great forefathers.
I f you can do that for the smallest
spot in the smallest of our towns or
villages, you will be doing an in
calculable service to America. The
ways of doing it are infinite.
First Line of Defense.
Study unemployment and housing
and hospitalization and sanitation in
your own community, for instance.
Find out why youngsters in high
school and college are taking to Eu
ropean ideas; gather the youngsters
into your house for debate and cof
fee and doughnuts, once a week.
Stop lamenting that undergraduate
morals are something deplorable
and the half-baked Communism
those children are talking is really
frightening, and do something about
it. Let them know that under their
own Constitution they can introduce
any changes they wish; that it is
the miracle and privilege of democ
racy that it can change and develop
with the changing world.
Women who are unwilling to make
this effort, to uproot themselves
from the age-old laziness of not
thinking or acting at all in national
and international affairs, women
who don’t know the names of their
representatives in Washington, nor
how those representatives are vot
ing on questions ot vital Importance
to every wife and mother, needn't
be surprised or horrified if Ameri
can democracy really does totter un
der oppression from abroad. War
naturally destroys democracy for
the time being; the individual can
not have any opinion in war; he
obeys, and he does nothing but obey.
He serves in the ranks or In the
munitions factories, he kills, Is
wounded, dies, without one moment
of freedom. This is Inevitable.
A Plan Necessary.
But when the wars are over—and
someday they will be ended, then it
will be for us to build a new Am er
ica, even as they will have to begin
to rebuild shattered Europe. And
that w ill be the time for us to de
cide between a dictator who will tell
us that he knows exactly what we
must do, or follow a wise and safe
democratic plan of our own.
make them rigid. Have you any
suggestions as to how this may be
done? B. P.”
Curtain rods are used through
the spools to make the legs. Bet
ter take along a spool to try when
you shop for the rods; and get
the type that has one piece fitting
inside the other. If the spools are
a little loose on the rod, it won’t
make any difference for they must
be glued between each spool, and
also between the spools and the
table shelves. I have shown in the
sketch everything else you need to
know to make this table. Good
luck to you!
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ADVERTISING
• ADVERTISING
represents the leadership of
a nation. It points the way.
W e merely follow—follow to
new heights of comfort, of
convenience, of happiness.
A s time goes on advertis
ing is used more and more,
and as it is used more we
all profit more. It's the way
advertising has —
of bringing a profit to
everybody concerned,
the consonwr included