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About Mt. Scott herald. (Lents, Multnomah Co., Or.) 1914-1923 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 10, 1922)
(Confined from last week. I “NoJ" he Mid. patiently and per functorily. “you «ranted—Cherry—to— My — good-by — to—thoee—people— who—were—sailing) That wee ell. She wrote It; It got there In time. I Cures. Anyway. I heard the girt eay to rush It to the boat!" "Oh I" Alix Mid. “Ob—" she added Her tone betrayed nothing, but she was thoroughly at sea. "DM I ask Cherry to My good-by to auy ooeK she asked herself, going bark to the beginning of the long day. Instinct «earned her that nothing would be gained by sharing her perplexity with Martin. "I giro you my word that she hasn't been fir» minutes alone with any one but Peter and me I" she Mid. frankly, looking Into Martins eyea. "Now. are you Mtisfied?" “Sure, rm satisfied I" be answered. Til take your say so for It." He yawned. “Trouble with Cherry la. abe hasn’t enough to do I" be finished Mpl- ently. “I'm a poor person with whom to discuss Cherry I" Alix hinted, with an unsmiling nod for good-night. And she looked at Cherry’s corn- colored head, ten minutes later, with • thrill of maternal protectiveness. Cherry was evidently asleep, burled deep under the blue army blankets. But Alix did not get to sleep that nlgbL She did not even undress. For It was while sitting on the side of her bed. ready to begin the process, that through her excited and Indignant and whirling thoughts the first suspicion Shot like a touch of flame. “I'll tell Peter all this when Martin has gone," Alix decided. “Hell be furious—be adores Cherry—he’ll be furious—he thinks that there Is no one like Cherry—" Tbe words she bad said came back to her, and she said them again, half- aloud, with a look of pain and almost of fear suddenly coming into her eyes. “Peter adores Cherry—" And then she knew. Even while tbe sick suspicion formed itself, vague and menacing and horrible, in her heart, she knew the truth of It. And though for hours she was to weigh It and measure 1L to remember and question and compare all the days and hours that she and Feter and Cherry bad been together; from the moment tbe thought was born she knew that It was to be with her an accepted fact for all time to come. For a few seconds Alix felt ill. dazed, and shocked almost beyond en during. She sat immovable, her eyes fixed, her body held rigid, as a body might be In the second before it fell after a bullet bad cleanly pierced the heart. Then she put ber band to her throat, and looked with a sort of terror at the silent figure of Cherry. Nobody must know—that was Alix’s first clear thought. She was breathing bard, ber breast rising and falling painfully, and tbe blood In ber temples began to pound; ber mouth was dry. With a blind Instinct for solitude she went quickly and silently from the sleeping porch, and Into the warm sit ting room. For a few minutes Alix stood, wltb one foot on the chain that linked tbe old brass fire dogs, ber el bow on tbe mantel, and ber cheek resting against her arm. “No," she whispered, almost audi bly, “no—ft can’t be that I It can't be «Me»" She Whispered. “Ne» It Can't Be That." Cherry and Peter—Oh. my God I Oh. my God, It baa been that, all the time, that all tbe time—and I never knew It—I never dreamed It I "It’s Peter and Cherry! They have Come to care for each other----- they j ' * i have come to care for each ether." she said to herself, her thoughts rushing and tumbling In mad confusion as she tested and tried the new fear. “It must be so. Rut It cant be so!" Alix Interrupted herself In terror, "for what shall we do—what shall we do! Cherry In love with Peter. Rut Peter la my busband—be is my husband—“ And In a spasm of pain she shut her eyes, and flung her bead as If suffo cating. The beating of ber heart frightened ber. “I shall be sick If I go oo this way!" she reminded her self. “And then they will know. They mnstnt know. But Peter—" she whispered suddenly. “Peter, who bas always been so good to me—so gen erous to me—and It was Cherry all the time! Even those years ago. when we used to tease him about the lady wltb the crinolines and ringlets It was she. But why didn't be ask her instead of me?" wondered Alix, and with an aching head and a frowning brow she began to piece It all to gether. The terrible truth rose triumphant from all her memories. Sometimes for a second hope would flood ber with almost painful Joy, but Inevitably the truth shut down upon ber again, and hope died, and she realized afresh that sorrow, stronger than before, was waiting to seize her again. “Well------ 1 can’t stand It tn here!" Alix Mid. suddenly. She crossed to the door, and opened It. and slipped oolaeleasly out Into the nlgbL catch ing a coat from the rack as she passed. , Tbe night was wrapped In an ocean fog. there was no moon and no stars, but tbe air was soft and warm. With no goal In view, Alix climbed upward, walking rapidly, breathing hard, and frequently speaking aloud, as some poignant thought smote ber. or stand ing still, too sick with pain, under an unexpected rush of emotion, to move. “He would bare told me about It— why didn’t 1 let him!" ran Alix’s thoughts. “I thought of some older woman. I don’t know why—anyway. I didn't care so much then. But I care now ! Peter. 1 care now! I can't give you up. even to Cherry. It Is non sense to talk of giving him up.” Alix told herself, sitting down In the Inky dark, on a log against which ber wild walk had suddenly brought her. “for we are all married people, and we all love each other. But oh. I am so sor I ry! I am so sorry, Peter,” she whis ■ pered. as if sbe were speaking to bim. "You couldn't help IL I know that. Sbe Is so pretty and so sweet. Cherry | —and she turns to you as if you were ber big brother!" She got to her feet and went on. “What am I thinking about—It’s ab- | surd! Can't people like each other. In this world, just because they happen to be married! Peter wouid be the first to laugh at me. And Is it fair to Cherry even to think that sbe would— “Oh. but It's true!' tbe bonester im pulse Interrupted, mercilessly. “It Is true. Whether It’s right or wrong, or sensible or absurd, they do love each other; that's what has changed them both." And she began to remember a hundred —a thousand—trifles, that made It all hideously clear. Words, glances, moods subtler than either, came back to ber. Cherry's confusion of late, when the question of her return to Martin was raised, her indifference to her inheritance, ber restless talk dur ing one hour of Immediate dei>arture, and during the next of an apparently termless visit; all these were signifi cant now. “I am desperately unhappy!" Cherry had said. And Immediately after thaL AUx recalled wretchedly, had come a brief and apparently aimless talk about Alix's rights, and ber eagerness to share them with her sister. "Poor Cherry!" the older sister said aloud, standing still for a moment, and pressing both bands over her hot eyes. “Poor little old Cherry—life hasn't been very kind to her! Sbe and Peter must be so sorry and ashamed about this! And Dad w ould be so sorry; of all things he wanted most that Cherry should be happy! Perhaps,” thought AJlx, “he realized that she was that sort of a nature, she must love and be loved, or she cannot live! But why did he let her marry Martin, and why wasn’t he here to keep me from marrying Peter? Wbat a mess—mess—meas we’-e made of It all!" As she used the term, she realized that Cherry had used It, too, this Mme evening, and fresh conviction was added to the great weight of convic tion In her heart “Ob, Peter—Peter—Peter!" she moaned, writhing as the cry escaped her. “Why couldn't It have been me. why couldn't you have loved me that way? I know I am not so pretty as Cherry," AUx went on. resuming her restless walk, “and I know that those things don’t seem to mean as much to me as to most women! But. Peter," she Mid softly, aloud, “no wife ever I loved a man more than I love you. my dear!" She remembered some of hts half-laughing, halfftetful reproaches, when be had told ber that she loved him much as she loved Buck, and that, la these respects she was no more than a healthy child. “I may be a child," Mid Alix, feeling that a dry flame was consuming her heart, “but a child can love! My dear—my dear— "I wish I could cry." she Mid aud denly, finding herself sitting on a log where low oaks met the forest and the open meadows. "Rut now we must face this thing sensibly. What Is to be done? They must not know that I i know, and In some way we must get i out of this tangle. Even If Peter were free. Cherry would not be free," she decided, “and oo the only thing to do | Is to help them, until It dies away." No suapleloo of the truth stabbed her, although sbe retneasbered Martin j and his strange tale of a mesMge and wondered about It a little In ber thoughts To whom had Cherry been sending that telegram If not to Peter? And If to Peter, why had she not simply telephoned? Because she had known that Peter was not In bls of fice. because she had been going to meet him somewhere. But where? Well, at the boat. Martin had beard her tell tbe boy that be must catch the boat. Alix did not guess tbe truth. But she guessed enough to make her feel frightened and sick. She could not suppose that Cherry and Peter had planned to go away on that boat to gether. because at most her thoughts would have grasped the Idea of one or two days' absence only, and they bad given her no warning of that. Rut until this Instant the thought of the passionate desire that enveloped them had not reached her; she had Imag ined Cherry’s feeling for Peter to be something only a little stronger than her ow n. Now she thought of Cherry’s beauty, ber fragrance and softness, the shine In her blue eyes and the light on her corn-colored hair, and knew that life for them ah. of late, had been mined with frightful danger. "Cherry would be disgraced, and Martin—Martin would kill her. If he found her out! . . . Oh. my little sister! She would be town tslk; she ts so reckless, sbe would do anything —abe would be a public scandal, and the I she did not today. She felt troubled I and ashamed, ami Instinctively avoid- rd the little »-areas “No rim !" ahe ssketl. sharing her grapefruit with her mall. Teter had to go to San Rafkel with Mr Thomas In his car, to do some thing about the case." AUx explained i “I drove them down, aud at the last I minute Martin decided to go, So I I marketed, and get the mall, and came back, and the understanding la that we are Io meet them at the St. Fran cis for dinner, at six. and go to the Orpheum." “is It almost ten?" Cherry Mid 1 sleepily, gating In surprise at the clock that was visible through the open door. "I'm terribly ashamed I And when did you get up, and silently , make your bed. and hang up your ' things?“ “Oh. early I" Alli answered, non committally. "I had a bath, and thia la my aeeood breakfast!" Cherry, who was reading a letter, I made some Inarticulate sound that made Alix look at her In quick con cern “Cherry, what Is It?“ she exclaimed. For answer Cherry tossed her the letter, written on s thick sheet of lav ender paper, which diffused a strong ; odor of scent. "Read that!" ahe Mid. briefly. Fearfully. Alit picked up the per fumed sheet and read. In a coarse and sprawling, yet unmistakably feminine handwriting, the following words: “Dear Mrs. Lloyd: Perhaps you would not feel so pleased with your self If you knew the real reason why your husband left Red Creek? It was because of a quarrel be bad with Hat ty Woods. “If you don’t believe It you had bet ter ask him about some of the parties he had with Joe King’s crowd, and where they were on the night of Aug 28. and If he knows anybody named Hatty Woods, and see what he mvs . Ask him If he ever heard of Bopps’ hotel and when he was In Sacramento last If he denies It. you can show him thia letter." There was no signature. Alix, who had read It first with s bewildered and suspicious look, read It again, and flushed deeply at the sordid shame of It. She laid It down and looked In stunned conviction at ber sister. 'berry, who was breathing ban the papers would have her pictures ■ raised ber head, rested her chin «wi Dad's little yellow-beaded Charity I ber hands, elbows on the table, aud Oh, Dad." she Mid. looking up Into stared at Alix defiantly. “There!" ahe said, almost with tri the dark, “tell me what to do! I need you so! Won’t you somehow tell me umph. “There! Now, Is that so easy? Now. am I to just smile and agree to wbat te do?” Silence and darkness But even In My 'Certainly. Martin,* X>t course. that gloom AUx could tell the fog was Martin, dear!' Now you see—now you lifting, and a sudden sweep of breeze, see! Now, am I to bear that." she like a tired breath, went over the tope rushed on, her words suddenly violent "And go oo with him—as bls wife— of tbe redwoods. Steadily came the change. Tbe dark when a common woman like that—" “Cherry, dear!' Alix Mid. distress- ness, by imperceptible degrees, lifted. “Light!" Alix whispered, awestruck. edly. “Ah. well, you can't realise It; no And a few momenta later she added, body but tbe woman to whom It hap “Dawn!" It was dawn Indeed that was creep- pens can!" Cherry Interrupted her. Ing Into the valley, and as It bright covering her face with her hands. ened and deepened and warmed mo “But let him say what he pleases mentarily. Alix felt some of the peace now," she added, passionately, "let and glory of It swelling In ber tired him do what he pleases—I'll follow my heart. She was still sitting oo the own course fmm today on!” Alix, wutchlng her fearfully, was log. dreamily watching the expanding beauty of the new day. when there amazed at tbe change In her. Cher was a crashing In the underbrush be ry's eyea were blazing, her cheeks hind ber, and wild with joy. and with pale. Her voice was dry aud feverish, twigs and dried brown grasses on his and there was a sort of freuzy In her wet coat. Buck came bounding out of manner that Alix bad never seen be fore. To bring sunny little Cherry to the forest and l°aped upon her. “Bucky!" she faltered, as he stood I this—to change the radiant. Innocent beside her, his quick tongue flashing child that had been Cherry Into thia ecstatically, close to her face, every bitter and disillusioned woman—Alix splendid muscle of bls t>ody*wriggling felt as If the whole world were going mad, and as if life would never I* Moe and serene again for any oue of them. “Cherry, do you believe It?" she I asked. Cherry, roused from a moment of | brooding silence, shrugged ber shoul- j ders impatiently. “Of course I believe It I” she ao •wered. “But, darling, we don't even know who wrote It. We have ouly this woo>- ! an's word for It—” “Oh. look at It—look at IL Alix!" Oerry burst forth. "Do decent men have letters like that sent to their wives? Is1t probable that a good man would do anything to rouse some busybody woman to write such a let ter about him?" “Well, but who la sbe. and what de you suppose sbe wrote !t for?" Alix wondered. (Continued next week.) KITCHEN CABINET Don't Mly drvwiu! <Jr«*l d««4« await your doing, l>v*ia that will live, and you In them may Uva» Nobla yvur thoughts, aach day your alranath ran. wins, B. you but true, that atrangth faith shall giva. Lift etrlvin« round you bide you. awaken. laook where (ha future grandly stands tn ala*; In Uod proas onward! Ila your trust ne’er ehahen. Don’t Idly dream, but dot -Ueorge Bird so ya TEMPTING SWEETMEATS This la the season of the year when an who enjoy candles will turn to their own cher ished recipes and prepare some at home. No candy bought In the shops taatre like that which lias been made In the home by your o*n help. The following will be use ful to add to the collection already at hand; Molau«« Taffy.—Boil together one quart of New Orleans molasses and two spoonfuls of sugar for five minutes Add two spoonfuls of vinegar and a tablespoouful of butter. Boll until It cracks when dropped into cold water. Take from the fire, stir in Otte quarter of a teaspoonful of stela and pour out to cool. When cool enough to handle flavor and pull. Coffee Fudge.—Take one cupful of ttroug coffee, two cupfuls of sugar, one tablespoonful of butter, one cupful of hickory nut meats and one-half tea spoonful of aluiond extract. 81 Ir the coffee, sugar and butter together and boll until It reaches ibe soft ball stage when dropped Into cold water Take front the Are. add the almond extract, let cool and heat until It be gins to get stiff, stir In the nuti pecans may be uA*d Spread tn a well but- tered pan. Mark off tn squares before the candy Is too hard. Pecan Fudge.--Take one cupful of water, two cupfuls of sugar, a pinch of cream of tartar, one cupful of pecan meats, one teaspponful of vanilla, two tablespoonfuls of butter and three tablespoonful» of fondant. Dissolve the the sugar In the water, add the cronm of tartar and boll until It reaches the | soft ball stage. Add the butter, for ! danL chopped nuts and extract. Beal , until It begins to stiffen then pour quickly Into butterod tins When cold wrap In waxed paper. ~Wxcc< i "Bucky! Old You Mus Fellow?" with eager affection. “Did you miss me, old fellow? Did you come to find me 7* She had not cried during the long vigil of tbe night when a storm had raged In her heart and bad left her weak and sick with dreed. But there was peace now, and AUx locked ber arms about the dog's shoulders, and laid her face against bls satiny head, and cried. CHAPTER XVII. When Cherry came out to break fast a few hours later, she found Alix already at the porch table. 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