THURSDAY, SEPT. 22, 1038
TIMES. WILLAMINA, OREGON
W ise and Otherwise
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“It appeared to m e,” maintained thought of the conventions, brought spectable just the same, sister, If
her husband with honesty which back the days of easy vagabondage I were you.”
James Lambert tries in vatn to dtsruade would have astonished Leonora,
“And see my boy friend goin’ with
that had once been his. Besides,
tils beautiful foster-daughter. Leonora, from
“that the guest of honor was mo this encounter would be something another girl because I ain't got a
m arrying Don Mason, young "rolling
stone " He tells her, "Unless a house Is nopolizing Don!”
to tell Nora—something amusing. decent rag to wear when he takes
foundedupon a rock, it will not survive."
For a while there was silence, a He answered, dropping with ease me out?” she retorted furiously. “It
Beonora^uspects the influence of her half-
brother. Ned. always Jealous of the girl thoughtful silence on the part of into the vernacular of his compan ain’t as if I could spend what I
since the day his father brought her home Corinne before she ventured:
“I ion, a habit which endeared him to make on clothes, like some girls
from the deathbed of her mother, aban
can. My old man don't work steady
doned by her Italian baritone lover. Don wonder if the man would dine with chance acquaintances: “We've been
arrives In the midst of the argument, and us if he understood that Don would going together more n a year now, and I have to help my mother.
Lam bert realizes the frank understanding be there.”
Once last winter I saved ten dollars
sister.”
between the two. Sitting up late into the
for a new dress. Thought it was
Being not utterly blind to his
“And you ain’t tired of her?”
night. Lam bert reviews the whole story,
“Not so s you'cLnotice it!” grinned safe under the newspaper in my bu
of Nora as a child, at boarding school, wife’s social ambitions, Ned threw
studying music abroad, meeting Don on the her an ironic glance.
reau drawer; but—but my old man
Don.
return trip. In the morning he delivers his
“Better not try, my dear,” was
The girl drew in a breath which smelt it out and took it. Ain’t that
ultim atum , to give Don a Job with Ned for
a year's showdown. When Nora suggests his advice, “and save yourself a seemed, somehow, laden with dis a dirty trick to play on yer own
the possibility of running away with Don. disappointment. I’ve heard he turns couragement.
kid?"
Lam bert threatens disinheritance.
Don
“I’ll say it was!”
“I bet she's got a lot o’ swell
agrees to the Job. but before a month is down almost everyone.”
over, his nerves are Jumpy, he cannot sleep
clothes then, boy.”
Don felt a consuming desire to
So
things
went
better
for
a
time.
at night, he is too tired to go out much with
Not moving his head, Don turned lay violent hands on the “old man.”
Nora. Nora soothes him with her music. What Nora did not suspect was the
The moon had
Nora grows quieter, and broods over Don. heroic effort Don was making to his eyes a little.
Stirred by a sudden, compelling
complains to her father of Ned's spying conceal his unhappy state of mind. come from behind a bank of clouds, impulse, he moved nearer, and
on him. and decides that rather than see
Don's spirit broken, she w ill run away She He was bitterly ashamed to have and he taw distinctly the much- grasping the girl's thin shoulders
urges her father to put an end to the futile her know how let-down he really
washed, sleazy frock the girl was turned her about so that the moon
experiment. James Lam bert is obdurate w’as—how intolerable the situation wearing.
Even a patch under one light fell on her bitter, upturned
and angry. Lam bert tells her that if Don
quits she will quit with him: that he will had become to him. Often he felt arm was visible as she raised her face.
be through with her. He adds that if she that could he talk freely—get the elbows to the parapet, and, looking
“Look at me, girl,” he said. “Are
tires of her bargain it w ill be useless to sense of rebellion at this way of down into the dark water, repeated
you on the level? Not kidding me?
come to him for help. Later Don and Nora
living out of his system, it would the statement she had just made: No, don’t get mad” (as she shook
discuss the situation.
ease the strain; but Nora was wor “I bet she's got a lot o' clothes." his hands off roughly). “I’m going
ried enough as it was, he argued.
Don said, a vision of Nora’s silver to help. Hpnest-to-goodness, I’m go
CHAPTER III—Continued
Why add to her troubles? Let her slippers and gay chiffons rising be ing to help you, kid.”
think, if she could, that he was at fore him: “I’ll say she has! But
For he had read the answer to
“For you, Nora! For you, of last becoming inured to this hectic
his question in those indignant, an
course, sweetheart. For me—Well, existence which his fellow men re
gry, tear-stained eyes, and knew
without you there would be nothing garded as the natural thing. Don
that the girl had talked so freely
left, nothing at all. Don’t cry, Nora. felt that the fault was all his own.
only because she was lonely to the
I’ve never made you cry before. It And to make things harder, spring
point of heartbreak. He reached in
hurts me. Things will go better was in tyie air and on the tree-tops—
a pocket, thankful that his eccen
after this. I promise to buck up spring, which always played the
tric landlady (who was once the
take life more calmly—try to re devil with him!
unfortunate recipient of a forged
member that nothing really matters
Just the scent of a blossoming
check) insisted on receiving her
if you don’t despise me. The big lilac
something in the very
monthly stipend in cold cash. Don
gest part of the year is over now. depths stirred
of
his
being—an almost ir
had intended paying her that night.
We’ll stick it out, as I said before. resistible desire
to be away—it
A roll of bills met his expectant fin
We must, you know.’’
didn't matter where—just away . . .
gers. After all, he was thinking, it
Nora looked up, winking away the And he was chained to a ledger, as
didn't matter whether the fickle Joe
tears as she said gently: “We must securely chained as were those
of the girl’s story was worthy of
try, of course. It would be so terri slaves in the old galleons . .
her or not. She loved him, poor
ble to hurt Father. But it’s the
To Don, filled with spring wander
child! She wanted to be beautiful—
last small straw that breaks the lust,
the long days seemed inter
for him; and—thank God!—he could
camel’s back. Don. Don’t forget that.” minable, and the office little bet
make her dream come true. His
ter than a prison cell. There came
hand slid from the pocket, and lift
CHAPTER IV
an evening when he could not go to
ing those dye-stained, work-worn
Nora for fear she would suspect the
young fingers, he closed them gen
It seemed to Nora that things did terrible unrest that had possession
tly ’round the roll of greenbacks.
go better for a time. Don appeared of him. Instead he tramped for
“That’s yours, sister.”
less tired. He even accompanied miles into the country, trying to
“Mine!” The girl stared down In
her to one or two informal parties find peace from the stars—the cool
stupefaction at the money, her
with some show of enthusiasm; and of evening—the wild, sweet scent of
breath coming in quick gasps. She
was, according to their hostess, “a growing things.
said, her voice breaking on a shaky
perfect life-saver” at a dinner given
laugh: “Say!—who are you, anyhow
It was late when he turned his
in honor of a renowned explorer, steps toward town. Peace had elud
John D., or—or Santa Claus?”
recently returned from the Arctic.
ed him. He could not find it. Reach
Don grinned and answered: “I'm
“The affair would have been a ing a bridge he paused to rest a
just a friend. You put that where
complete washout if your young moment, gazing down into the in
your old man can’t find it, and—”
man hadn’t been here, Nora,” she finite blackness of moving water. The office was little better than a
"But—but you’ve savin’ up to get
prison cell.
said with gratitude. “No one else Peace must be there, he mused.
married, ain't you?” she protested.
present could talk intelligently with Peace and coolness; release from
believe me, girl. I’d think as much “I can’t take your whole roll this
our lion on the subjects nearest his this ghastly treadmill that men of
way—honest I can’t. I ain’t got a
her without ’em.”
called Life. After all, did the cow
heart, you know.”
right to take any of it; but—but if
“A
lot
you
would!”
That evening was something of a ards have the best of it? Or in that
you’d spare me five bucks maybe
She
laughed,
a
dreary,
yet
some
triumph to the girl. As she watched somewhere beyond did they look how brave attempt at mirth that I’d get to save somethin’ next
her lover conversing so easily and back regretfully, sorrowfully, wish hurt Don strangely.
week.”
naturally with the guest of honor, ing they’d played the game—wish
She extended the money as if to
"Maybe
you
think
you
would.
comparipg experiences,
putting ing . . .
give it back to him, and Don, tak
Maybe
you
never
seen
her
till
she
“Thinkin’
about
ending
it
all?”
questions, answering others which
was all dolled up. I bet she don’t ing her hand in both of his, said
the great man put to him, her eyes came a voice close at his side.
gently: “No. It’s yours, sister, ev
Don started guiltily, having been work in no dye house anyway. ery
shone with happy pride. Even Ned,
darn cent of it. My girl would
What’s her job?”
too
lost
in
thought
to
hear
approach
sitting across the table, was obvi
“She—” Don paused, then finished want you to have it. See? She likes
ing
footsteps.
Now
the
bright
star
ously impressed though he essayed
with sudden inspiration, “She plays to look swell too, you know. She’ll
to hide the fact. And Corinne, ob light showed him that a girl had —plays the piano, and—”
understand. Why, you poor kid I
spoken,
her
small,
thin,
pointed
face
serving that others appeared to be
Don’t cry. It’s nothing—nothing at
“The
piano!
Say,
are
you
try
in'
looking
up
at
him
without
fear,
yet
listening with interest to “that queer
to kid me? The piano went out all to cry about . . . ”
boy Nora has taken up with,” lis without boldness.
Don ceased, ducking his head
“Not seriously,” he answered, as when the talkies come in, boy.
tened herself, and wondered if her
Didn’t you know that? I had a chum against the blinding glare of head
if
there
were
nothing
unusual
in
her
ears deceived her when she heard
that could pound the ivories to beat lights as a big car moved slowly
the distinguished guest invite Don question. “Is that what you v/ere the band. Played in a movie thea across the bridge. Not until later
considering,
this
time
of
night?”
to dine with him next night.
The girl shrugged, the cynical ter and dressed like she was Gloria did he recall the fact that as those
“And can you tell me,” she asked
Swanson. Why that girl had her powerful lights picked him out of
Ned petulantly as they rode toward shrug of a bored flapper: an imi nails fixed up In a beauty parlor ev the darkness, the car had wavered
tation,
possibly,
of
some
cheap
ac
home, “what a man like that can
ery Saturday. Honest, I ain’t kid- for a moment, almost stopped, be
have in common with Don Mason?” tress of the screen.
din’.” (Don saw with pity the dye- fore it went on into the night.
“I
tried
it
once,”
she
confessed
Indeed, she had to repeat the ques
stained fingers clutching the rail.)
tion before her husband, who was quite simply. "Honest I did; but a “And then the talkies come in and
A week dragged by, one of those
•cop
got
in
the
way.”
deep in thought, roused himself to
she lost her job. Tough luck, wasn't first hot weeks that sap the energy.
Don
turned
to
look
at
her
more
reply:
it? She worked in a bakery for a Even Nora wilted, and wilting,
“Possibly he wants to book him closely, his interest rising.
while after, but I guess she hated thought compassionately of Don,
“So
you
find
life
as
desperate
as
for his next expedition?’
it most as much as I hate the dye sentenced to spend those enervating
that?” he questioned.
Corinne brightened.
"Sometimes I do. Some days I house. I never see no one so crazy days in the correct attire of a busi
“I wish to goodness he would! don’t
care nothin’ about livin’. about playin’ the piano. Used to ness man. How, she asked herself,
Don could never resist such an op Say!” she
off suddenly, "have play to herself nights after she could he ever stick it out until Oc
portunity; and an absence of that you got a broke
girl—I mean a steady?” come from work. But she lost her tober? And if he didn’t . . .
sort would settle Nora! Did you see
She came in early one afternoon
He
nodded,
thinking how Nora job again and had to sell the piano
that Kemp Corless acted extremely would appreciate
to pay room rent; and after that to find her father at home, minus
the appellation.
struck with her tonight? They aay
“But you ain’t married. Anyone I guess she thought there was no his collar and seated by an electric
lie’s worth ten millicn.”
fan. He said, smiling an apology:
with
half an eye could see it. You use tryin’ and . . . ”
Ned shrugged.
The
girl’s
voice
trailed
off,
her
“It’s so blamed hot down town I
“I can’t see our fastidious sister don’t look tied.”
eyes seeking the water, and Don couldn’t stand it. Don’t think I’ve
“Don’t
I?”
Don
smiled
at
this
falling for a bald head and fifty
“What happened? What hap ever known it so warm this time of
description. “The truth is, I’m tied said:
years, my dear.”
pened
to her after that?”
year. Wbat do you say to getting
“She’d be a fool not to, with all to a ledger—an immense and horri
“What would ha’ happened to a into the country earlier than usual,
ble
black
book
chock
full
of
figures
that money into the bargain,” Cor
that persist in dancing before my girl like her?” Hopelessness deep my dear? You look—”
inne retorted.
as the water below them was in
“Don’t say how I look!" begged
“Nora is a fool more ways than eyes when I want to sleep, and the answer. “She ain’t respectable Nora, slumping down limply beside
getting
into
the
wrong
columns
day
one,” observed Ned with brotherly
any more, that's all. My mother the fan. “I was hoping there was
candor, “but she’s perfectly aware times, just to be spiteful.”
says she’ll turn me out if ever she something wrong with the hall mir
You better be thankful they don’t catches me talkin’ to her again; but ror! Such early heat is downright
that Dad’ll never let her suffer from
want of cash. And there’s more smell bad,” the girl retorted. "I I ask you, honest, what could the wicked, isn’t it? I—I’m not going to
to Don Mason than 1 supposed, Cor work in a dye house. Some days I girl do? Sometimes I donno as it the country, Father.”
inne. He’s got uncommonly good can’t hardly eat my lunch. How pays to be respectable anyhow. I
“What do you mean?”
long you been goin’ with your sweet met Cora (she’s the one I’m tellin’
manners, too. Did you notice—”
In
his amazement James was ob
“Oh, yes, 1 noticed,” broke in ie, anyhow?”
about) a day last winter when I livious of a bead of perspiration
Corinne impatiently. “He simply
Don was beginning to enjoy him was freezin’, and b’lieve it or not, that trickled persistently down his
monopolized the guest of honor, if self. To be revealing his life his she was wearin’ a fur coat!”
nose.
you call that manners.”
tory to an utter stranger, with no
Don advised soberly: “I’d stay re
(TO BE CONTINUED)
A woman used to be the one
to have the last word, but now
it’s the traffic cop.
Hard work never killed any
one. Hut youth prefers some
thing with a spice of danger In
It.
Men are a bit like trees.
When they cease to branch out
they’re liable to become fossils.
Many a plain woman has
rooked her way Into a man’s
heart, just as many a pretty
one has cooked her way out
again. Is the ship of marriage
foundering on rock cake?
In view of the needless noise
that already assails our ears,
it’s a good thing thut rusty
brains don’t squeak.
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