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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (Aug. 13, 1922)
THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAN. PORTLAND. AUGUST 13, 1922 CURRENT HAPPENINGS PICTORIALLY PRESENTED BY DARLING THE GREAT COLD RUSH OF JSI2. THE ONLY .THING THAT KEEPS THEIR HEADS ABOVE WATER. HEAVEN PITY THE POOR SAILOSS IF WE DONT GET A CHANGE OF WIND AND TIDE BEFORE 1924. . ' " tub DimtiMciic uti or AID' TK tOC. IHmttH WAIT DCBIft TM WljrTE f MM iYir- JfL nn ii m uut irtn una i viim r mutation ab BiiMiiiM. xC kk STV tUTa ectoa I'LL cw x I. ? 1 1 T I 7 . V. L J IS 1 ' WIL I Tvf SAMI TO VOU AN9 HMt C TMfW AV0 TMK 1.00. HARD KIHI r lx WITH FOB. ft KB WITHI IWUI CRAfP. ! . 47 '1 ' . I WWW H r: r- T f I . JrW- I J T. fc V TV I - I I I I I II 1111 I llll.l 111 111111. 1 1 t l '.11 111 v "n - ' ' ' L ' " "r - aSiS' ' v - 'if - : i " - CSS f s L, - - -- - BO ME DAT. MATBE. WHEN SAM CET3 TO BE A BIG BOT HE WILL DO SOMB LVSISTIXCTOO. GREAT GAME f WHO'S AHEAD? NO WONDER SOME FOLKS HAVE TO CHARGE HIGH FOR THEIR PEANUTS GOVERN MMT AND TM6 IMTI OF SOCIETY I VJEL.L VNELLl ) A GOOD TIME, EH? THAT 3 KICE . ALL. THE MOEYVJ -A " Q If J SiXK'. 5 I I fr J .',- .'. '. f f. i fi f iff f F ,.7'X I I I I y V - I ;r - -v in I v.i 1 -I - -v - -rj-- - 1 I T - ' WONDtR IP EVERY THING ABOUT THISjAME IS PE"?FECTLY STRAIGHT I .. . -4 -- . i. . THE MARRIED LIFE OF HELEN AND WARREN BY MABK.L HERBERT IRVKR. v Wife, Entanjtlrd in Marital Dilemma, Gives t-luctant but Efficient Aid to Friend at Coat of Row With Own Husband. Who Deplores Lack of Truthfulness in Women Spouse Decides That Feminine Lies Come Too Plausibly. f JT EAR MIS.S CCR1 II "I am soini favor. Mr. Orah EAR MIS.S Cl"RTlJ: i to ask a ham is IB Al bany and t don't mprct him back until mldniKhl. But In rase he comes on ,an earlier train l"ve left a nole sayinjc I'm spendinK the eve oinx with you. -Now if he SHOULD call up. please say I'm there. If he want to speak to me make some excuse. Say I"ve itone to the drug store for a headache powder if you can't think of anything better. "Don't worry it'a all r'eht. I'll txplain when I e you. H. O " With an indignant Hush Helen thrust the letter back into the en. relope that bore a special deliver tamp. Harriet Graham had no right to ask this: "Anything wron:T" demanded Warren. Klanrlnir over his paper. "No. Just a not from the seam ttres. he Ciin't come tomorrow." The lie came a-'.ibly. but it fanned her resentment toward Mr. Graham. If she told Warren the truth he would forbid her having anything to do with such deception. Tha letter said it was "all right." No doubt It was. Mrs. Graham had always seemed devoted to her hus band, who was much older and in tensely Jtalous Tet why should he wish to deceive him nowT With disquieting thoughts of pos sible entanglements Helen returned to her mending, interrupted by the special delivery letter. ."That's a rotten magaalne! War ren threw down a gayly covered monthly. "Nothing but triangle and sex stuff! You'd think there weren't any decent married couples. -1 wonder why there's such a demani for those stories?" Helen rescued a ball of darning cotton Irom Pussy Purr-Mew's propelling I-aws. "Lot of Idle women eat "em up. While their husbands rustle for the dough they sit home, sopping up that slush and aching for an af fair." He!en winced. Curious that he should speak of this now. Had her own vague fears charged the air and unconsciously aroused hls tirade? Was it only another proof of thought transference? Fhe had Just mated and neatly rolled up the last pair of tan socks when the telephone rang. Before she could Interpose War ren had the receiver off the, hook. "Hello! . . . Mrs. who? . . . What number do you want? . . . Yes. . . . Mrs. Graham? Why no. she Isn't " Frantically signalling him to rllence Helen snatched the receiver. "Oh. Is this Mr. Graham? This Is Mrs. Curtis. - Mrs. Graham Just went to the drug store for a headache powder. She wanted to take It in soda. . . . , Yes. I'll tell her . . . Yen. soon as she come back." "What in blazes' are you up to?" exploded Warren. . "Dear. I had to oo it that letter was from her! . I eald the seam stress because I I knew ahe wouldn't want you to know." "Know what? What're you get ting mixed up In? What's she try ing to put over?" "She said she'd explain when she saw me. I'm sure It's all right." "Let me see th'at letter!" Helen hesitated, then reluctantly handed him the letter. His mouth grimly set. Warren scanned the hurriedly written note. "And you'd- help her hoodwink Graham? You know she's out to din ner with some no-account he-flapper, and you " "I don't know anything of the kir.d!" flamed Helen. "All I know is what's in that letter. She says it's all right that she'll explain." "Explain? she'll do that all right. More lies! Poor old Graham, fine as they make 'em and she's gallivant ing around with some young whip- persnapper. That comes from read ing those damned stories." Snatching up the unoffending magazine, he slammed it down with a violence that sent Pussy Purr Mew flying from her perqh on the window sill. "Just what I said! The man's out hustling for a livin while the woman sits home with not a blamed I thing to do except get into mis ' chief. Now I won't have vou mixed . up in this! Understand? If she writes or calls up. you turn her down hard! Say you'll have nothing to do -with It." "But. dear, suppose he calls up again?" panic-stricken at the thought. "I'll talk to him." grimly. "You'll not have a chance to concoct any more lies. Wanted her' headache powder in, soda!" with a snort. "Her lie wasn't plausible enough so you had to dress it up." Flushed "and unhappy. Helen searched her work basket for a but ton for Warren's pajamas. It seemed most unfair that she should be so mercilessly denounced for try ing to help a friend. Having finished all the mending, she had Just taken up the despised magazine when from the front door came a peremptory peal. It was after 10! Too late for any chance, callers. The next .moment Nora ushered in Mr. Graham. "Good evening, Mrs. Curtis!" as Helen in panicky dismay hurried to greet him. "I thought I'd come by and take Mrs. Graham home." "Oh, I'm I'm so sorry," tremu lously. "She's just left." "She didn't Call me up?" "No, she thought she said she'd go on home," stammered Helen. ' "How long has she been gone?" "Why why just a few moments," conscious of her crimsoning face. "Then I've just missed her? Well, I'd better go right on back. Oh, how are you, Curtis?" as Warren now emerged irom the library. Tense with anxiety. Helen stood helplessly by while the men ex changed greetings. .Would Warren blurt out the truth? He was capa ble of anything. To him any form of deception was like a red rag to a bull. Again the bell! Helen caught her breath. If it should be Mrs.' Gra ham! With a murmured excuse she flew to the door. Through the gold silk panel loomed a slender figure under a broad, drooping hat. "He's here now," whispered Helen breathlessly as she opened the door. "What've you told him?" "That you'd just gone home." "That's all right leave it to me!" Ignoring Helen's excited protests, Mrs. Graham swept by into the front room. "Why. Harvey, how nice of you to come after me," kissing him. "Have a good day in Albany? I started home, but had to come, back for my pocketbook." , "Your pocketbook?" , "I must've left it in the bedroom. Just a moment I'll see." Dumfounded. at this daring sub terfuge, Helen waited with growing apprehension. In a moment she re appeared, a small change purse, in her hand. "I didn't miss it until I got on the car." Then turning to her hus band.' "I'm glad I had to come back now we can go home together. "Not just yet!" ominously. ' "I happen to know you haven't been here at all." "Why, Harvey, what do . you mean?" "I had my suspicions when I called up Mrs. Curtis. And just now I saw the trick yoo tried to put over." "The trick?" . "I saw you in that mirror. You didn't forget your purse. You just went inside that door and took it out of your bag.'" Trapped, Mrs. Graham stared at him defiantly, her face flaming red. "Well, what of it? What're you going to do about it?" "I want to know where you were and whom you were with!" ' "And if I don't choose to tell you ?" "I think you will,", sternly. "Well, it's all your own fault," she blazed. 'It's because you're so strict and narrow and old-fashioned! Anything that's new or that you don't understand you de nounce. You know what a scene you made last time I went to a spirit meeting. So I decided this time you shouldn't know." "A spirit meeting! Harriet, is that true?", stepping toward her. "You've told so many falsehoods, how do you expect me to believe you?" "I don't care whether you believe me or not. The Wilsons were there. Call them up if you want to and here's the programme." "Good heavens, it you wanted to go to this thing," staring at the leaflet, "why didn't you say so?" "Because you made such a row last time I determined - you shouldn't know. You're so preju diced! You get rabid when any body mentions spiritualism. You know I believe in it yet you for bid me to go to the meetings." "We'll talk that over when we get home." Radiating relief he drew her 'hand through his arm. Then with an -embarrassed laugh, "I think we owe an apology to the Curtises." "That's all right," shrugged War ren. "Glad you cleared the atmos phere." When the door closed after them Helen whirled about with an exultant: "Now it was all right! It wasn't what you thought at all. It's just as she says he's so strict he drives her to these deceptions." "Huh, looks fishy. That pro gramme she flashed on him was a little too pat." "You think she wasn't there? Why, she- said he could call up the Wilsons." "Tat doesn't prove anything. She may have fixed them, tooJ She's a natural born trickster. The way she faked finding that purse'!' I know, yet it was rather clever. "Clever? Call that clever, do your jabbing a cleaning wire through his pipe. ' "You'd both rather lie than tell the truth." "But, Warren, I hadn't any choice. I couldn't give her away, could I?" "Maybe not, but you were too darned glib about it. Now, don't let her rope you in on any more of her escapades. You steer clear of her mix-ups. The way you two concocted those excuses without turning a hair! Slippery as eels both of you. Huh," with a disgusted snort, "I wouldn't believe any woman under oath!" Next week, "An. Eleventh Hour Telephone Call." Turn About Fair Play. Boston Transcript. A well dresesd man stopped be side a house painter and said: "You are not doing that job as I would do it. You should take longer strokes." "Say, look here!" said the man with the brush, "are you a .house painter ?" , "No.".' "Then what do you mean by tell ing me how to do my work?" "Oh, I am the manager of a ball team. I notice you in the' bleachers occasionally handing me unsolicited advice." Good Mixers Out of Date. Washington Star. "Your recent attitude has been somewhat ponderous and aloof," re marked the solicitous friend. "Times have changed," replied Senator Sorghum. "In politics the good mixer has gone out of date. along with, the bartender." f
