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T IM E S , W IL L A M IN A , T h u r s d a y , O ft* » h e r 2 6 , OREGON 1933 “ HUNG” TO HIS LIKING T a n g le d W iv e s By PEGGY SHANE WNU Service A pretty young woman finds her se lf In a taxicab In New York with a stran ge man who addresses her en dearingly and speaks of "an aw fu l shock.” When he leaves her for a m o ment at a drug store she drives on, for she fears him. She stops at the Biltm ore, still w ondering w ho she Is. H er memory Is gone. From her ex pensive clothing she concludes she Is married to a w ealthy roan. CHAPTER I—Continued —2— Then the face of the only man she now knew flashed before her. The man in the taxicab. Her reverie end ed abruptly. She turned Into the ladies’ room, saying fervently, “But oh—perhaps—perhaps—after all that man wasn’t my husband’.’’ Then she saw herself in the mirror. And everything else faded from her mind because though she saw with relief that she was young and pretty, that she was well dressed and had an air of smartness, not one flicker came Into her mind of any kind of recollec tion. She could not even decide whether she had ever seen herself be fore or not. But she was certainly feeling better. She stood and gazed and gazed deep Into her own eyes. “Well, you’ll know yourself the next time you see yourself. Girlie,” said a voice. “But if you haven't anything to do for the rest of the day would you let me take a crack at that mirror for a minute?" She turned. “Yeh. But I don’t mean what you mean. I'm going to be a bird in a gilded cage, dearie, see? But. excuse me. you asked me for the date, didn't you—it’s the nineteenth. “Not May—Not May the nine teenth !” The talkative girl swung around, and put her hands on her hips. Her ex pression was a little sarcastic. “Now listen. No kidding I Do you think it's December the nineteenth? It’s May the nineteenth. Girlie, and—” She went on talking but her audience was no longer listening. She was thinking. This was the nineteenth of May and— her wedding day. She looked once more into the mir ror. Her eyes were starry with ex citement. Besides the varnished face of the other girl she looked very young and very beautiful, but she was not thinking of that now. She was think ing that some of the pictures of her jig-saw puzzle past were beginning to fit in. She had been married that day to the man in the cab. She hated him. The shock of marrying him had made her lose her memory, and no wonder. She was grateful to the strong en closing walls around her for shielding her from that man. She was grateful to the city for being so big and im personal that she could lose herself in IL AU she needed now was to rest quietly until her memory returned. Her action in leaving that man had been purely Instinctive. But she was glad that she had done IL Still, she wondered, was It as simple as It now seemed? She married a man she A girl was grinning at her. A rakish dashing girl with lips a lively red. “Hello,” she faltered. Perhaps this girl was her friend. “Move over. Cutie.” The stranger’s violet eyes were ringed with mascara. H er pretty lids were painted blue. “Got something in my eye and this is the only mirror I can get close to.” She edged in and pulled competently a t her lashes. “That’s a shame,” said the nameless girl sympathetically. She wanted to shout: Do you know me? What’s my name? The new girl fished a speck of black out of her eye. “There. That's th a t!” She stood back and eyed herself with critical admiration. The nameless girl watched with a friendly eye, hoping that the newcom e r’s greeting had meant a former ac quaintance. But the girl took no fur ther notice of her for the moment. The nameless girl took off her gloves to wash her hands. There was the wedding ring again. She thought: Wedding rings are usually Inscribed on the inside. She drew it off and be gan to examine it. She found the inscription: . “H. L. V. to D. M. May 19th, 1932.” H. L. V. to D. M. The bridegroom would be H. L. V. And he had given the ring to the bride, D. M. And on their wedding day which was May 19, 1932. She examined the ring wonderingly, turning It in her fingers. The other girl spoke again. This time her voice held a note of humor ous sarcasm. “You’re lucky that way, too!” “Lucky?” “Yeh! Got a wedding ring. I’m that way, too.” Her husky voice grew more satirical. “Lucky, lucky. How do I get so lucky?” “You don’t sound as If you liked be ing married.” The nameless girl spoke disinterestedly. “Do I look crazy?” “Not at alL Tell me—” The name less girl paused. She wanted to ask if this talkative woman had ever seen her before. But it was hard to find the proper words. Such a question would seem very odd. She fingered her ring thoughtfully. May Nine teenth? She wondered how long ago th at was. “Do you know the date to day, by any chance?” she asked finally. “Do I know the date? Ask me?” “I do ask you.” “She asks me. She asks me the date. Ask me now if 1 can forget IL [The answer is no. No, I can’t.’’ She sighed. She was rubbing some blue paste carefully into her upper eyelid. “Excuse me. Girlie, for Inflicting my dismal personal life on you, but you asked me the date. The date is ‘der tag.’ Get it—der ta g !” “I’m afraid I don’t ” “You wouldn’t It’s just one of those things.” “The day—” “The day I say good-by to all this. The day the big fight starts. And be lieve me, it’s going to be a good old w ar while it lasts. The day, In words of one syllable, that I go off to prison.” “Prison I” So It’s actually May today.” “II—1, yes. There you go again.” The nnmeless girl slipped her wed ding ring slowly back on her finger. The girl In the blue coat winked. “Not so crazy about it, eh—well, there are a good many like you. Baby. Be lieve me, there’s a lot like you that can't seem to see the charm In the old cottage for two stuff with the roses or what have you around the door.” She leaned over and examined the nameless girl’s ring more closely. “It's not a bad Uttle Item to hock,” she said. “I think I’ll throw it down the first sewer I come to,” said the nameless girl. The woman grew kindly and fer- venL “There's always Reno.” she said. She became thoughtful “If that cheap-skate husband of mine weren't so d—n stingy—Baby, there's always Reno, If you have the dough. And you seem to have plenty!” “You mean I could get a divorce?” said the nameless girl “It's easy in Reno—specially for a girl like you with plenty of cash.” The woman’s eyes had dropped to the open hand bag on the dressing table. The nameless girl wondered If she could divorce a man whose name she did not know. “Reno!” said the girl In the blue coat “G—d! And If you knew what I have got to go through you wouldn’t hesitate.” She railibled on In a tone that was full of a resentment and self- pity. The nameless girl paid little from a man she hated. She was in a comfortable hoteL She had plenty of money. She would make up a name, register under 11 and try to get a good rest. She washed her hands in warm "'li ter. Then she let ice water chill her wrist and hands, thinking that the shock might restore her memory. A cold shower would be even better, she thought almost happily. She looked thoughtfully In the glass. She was completely alone. Yet somewhere sure ly she must have friends. Perhaps they were looking for her now. She smiled. She would remember. Of course she would remember. She turned to go Into the outer room. The girl was gone. She went to the small dressing table and picked up her hat and fitted It slowly on her head. Then she looked for her purse, made the gesture of picking it up, and found that her fin gers slid over the smooth surface of the dressing table only. The purse was not there. It was not on the floor. It was not in the room. She walked out Into the lobby once more. It was evident that the girl had taken It, but she was nowhere to be seen. y t k J I V CHAPTER II When you have Just lost your name, your family (If any) nnd your whole col lection of remembrances of your early life, the disappearance of nine hundred dollars does not seem as Important to you as It would under ordinary circum stances. Annoyance was her strongest emo tion as she walked toward her lug gage. It did not occur to her to try to follow the thief. Her mind was still too dazed. Her consciousness was filled with loss. The money seemed only part of the general wiping out of possessions. But now as she neared her bags she saw that a fat little woman was ap parently trying to take possession of them. Waving pudgy little hands In the air. she was addressing the bellboy In charge of them. “But naturally, I will take charge of the baggage!” The woman's voice was low and commanding, and It had more than a trace of a foreign accent. She shrugged her round shoulders ns she spoke In a way that none but a French woman could do. “Oh my G—d. But he Is stupid! The bags must go Im mediately to my car.” The bellboy was unwilling to let them go. The girl hurried forward. “I'm sorry,” she said to the little foreign woman, “but I believe the bogs are m ine!’’ (TO B E C O N T IN U E D .) M a n c o C a p a c , F ir s t In c a Chief of Quichua Tribe i “ If I Had the Dough, Baby, Believe Me, I’d Be on My Way to Reno Now." hated and then lost her memory be cause he was so horrible, and then had left him. She was not satisfied. It seemed too easy an explanation. Why had she married him? She would have to find him again sooner or later and tell him that she must divorce him. She could do that at Reno—for this strange chatty girl to whom she had scarcely been listening was talking about Reno. “If I had the dough, Baby, believe me I’d be on my way to Reno right now.” “It’s easy to get a divorce In Reno. Isn’t It?” “If you have the dough! But that’s a big if. Girlie." “How much does it cost?” “About a thousand dollars. Including the trip and everything, but I know a girl who did it for seven hundred and fifty. She had a friend living out there, and her living expenses didn’t cost her anything.” “It doesn't take very long, does It?” “It takes exactly six weeks. Oh ask me anything about Reno. I know. I’ve been studying up on It like It was the Bible. You got to go out there and establish a residence, stay there six weeks, then file your suit. . . .” As she talked the nameless girl was wondering. It was a little fantastic to be thinking of Reno when the did not yet know for certain that she was unhappily married. Could It be pos sible that the man in the cab was not her husband? Surely in a few mo- meutk she would be able to remember about herself, and when she did there would be time enough to make plans. heed. Again she noticed the woman’s eyes on the bills that were visible in her purse. Now It occurred to her to count them and find how much she had. As she did so a silence fell over the small room of which the two were for the moment the only occupants. There were nine hundred dollars In bills. And something under ten dol lars in her coin purse. She closed her purse, and as she did so, she was aware of a certain tense ness in the atmosphere. She turned her head to stare at the other girl, and she could have sworn that as she did so the woman turned away as if to give the impression that she bad not been watching the younger one. Her former friendliness was washed from her face, but there was a watchfulness in the lines of the figure that the nameless girl cou'.d not understand. Perhaps the other girl did know her. Perhaps that was why she had spoken. And perhaps the lack of response In the nameless girl had offender her. So she reasoned, not in »sy way connecting the girl’s sudden change with the large roll of bills she had shown. “I’ve met you some place, haven’t I?” she said at last half timidly. But the other girl no longer wanted to talk. “Doubt that,” she said briefly. The nameless girl saw * towel rack and a row of washstands In an ad joining room. She rose and went In. leaving hat and purse on the tiny dress ing table. Her feeling of depression bad now completely lifted. She was separated Much depends on the way a scythe “hangs”—that Is. the nngle nt which the blade is set on the snath—and this Is largely a m atter of personal preference. An old story tells how Daniel Webster, when a boy on hi» father's farm, was called on to help In the mowing. 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