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II MONDAY, JUNE ,5,. 1922. THEM DAYS IS GONE FOREVER Try This on Tour Gazook i THE OREGON DAILY' -JOURNAL, POUTLAND, OREGON. m ' 1 r 1 - r:: i r m . t , - 1 : r . rn PAER, 8lttinjrcro83 legged in the t X flickering light of the fire, care fully,, eleaned the last vestige of bacon igrease and -fried egg from the bottom of his battered tin plate with his last remnant of bread. He stowed the crust away where It would do his inner man the most good, set the plate beside him, eased - up bis belt one hole,' and started his pipe from a sliver first stuck in the . embers in front of him. Then he settled back, comfortably against a friendly tree and emitted a Ions drawn, contented sigh of complete satisfaction. "Mlgoah, ne said sympathetically after a moment of musing silence, "but I feel sorry for Ma nd all the rest of the folks back there in town." "I bet they're sweltering." The Judge made answer from his station in the nearby gloom, "but if everybody was out here thisd be the town and that the big woods." "If everybody had as much sense as f we've got," T. Paer remarked, pride fully, 'they'd be out here tettln' the ; town go plumb like we are." - "And if they was," The Judge ob jected, "we'd be dodgln' street cars rttt aitfnmnhiln nif VHnkinir a.t: lfr- tric lights nd havtn' to listen to cannedr jasz in the next flat" "Maybe we would," the Fat Man spoke up from his side of the drowsy blaze, "but we'd have something more than a tarpaulin and an old blanket between our bones and the rocks on this creek bottom," "I don't see "what you're holleriri about," T. Paer replied dryly, "you've got cushions enough growin' on you to make yottt-as comfortable; as an ver - stuffed davenport." v' . "That's your way of looking at it," 'The Fat Man retorted, "but did you ever stop . to figure whether it is the davenport or the guy that sits on it that's comfortable?" S "They might be somethin' In that argument,- T. , Paer conceded, "but if. ydu didn't weigh so blamed much you wouldn't bear idown so bard on the ground where you lay on' it." Aw. quit your ragging and wash your dishes," The Judge interrupted. "It'll be plumb; dark in a 'minute and camp ain't cleaned." ' "If my wife "was ' here," .- The Fat Man mourned, -s she'd had the blamed things' done by this time' and we wouldn't have to fuss with em." "Shewould riot." T. Paer countered. "Every fellah washes his own In this camp or he gets out of "em dfrty in the mornin'." "Where's your hot water?" The Fat ' Man asked peevishly. "You haven't got any. and how're you going to wash 'em till you do?" T. Paer and The Judge grunted non eommittally as they gathere their battered plates and hree-tined "forks Rich Girl, PoorGirl By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN de WATER 4 CHAPTER XXIV. Copyright, 1922. by th Str Company. DR. CARTER had driven away and Adelaide was ascending the stairs to the Brown flat before she appreci ated that, wben the specialist had Asked her what kind of work she had done she bad Jsald j nothing to him -of ner engagement at soiomon iieyman e. Well, she argued, what of it? She had told him the truth. In doing so -the painful cabaret experience had actually slipped from her mind. Any way, that had not been her regular 'work only an aside, as it were. Mr. piiollingshead himself had suggested that nothing be said to his wife or to anyone else of this episode. If Pa tricia: kept- silent about', it as She doubtless would nobody need know. 1 Yet. In her heart Adelaide wished that Dr; Carte? were aware of the truth. Not that it would make any difference to him, she supposed. But somehow he made ' her wish to be frank. , , w. Then as she went on Into the Itttle flat she forgot her misgivings. , "Sit down and tell us everything that has happened," Jennia begged when Adelaide had removed 'her wraps' and had kissed her mother repeatedly. Adelaide obeyed and made such an interesting narrative of the happen ings of the past week that her listeners felt as If it were a fairy story. "What is the son like?" Jennie Queried. "Is he handsome?" "He -looks shiny and bright colored" Adelaide replied. With the ready Imitation that was a . gift with her, she spoke a few sen tences in the smooth tones of Richard Hollingshead. " "Can you talk like Miss Hollings head, too?" Jennie asked. "I guess I can. She talks like this. The girl and woman, listening, could not know how perfect was the imita tion of Patricia's voice and manner. "But you like her, don't you?" Mrs. Brown asked. "She Is very kind and as pretty as a picture," was the cordial response. At the end of an hour Adelaide stood .up. "I must he going," she said. "I was not .told to stay here to supper, and they eat at" 7. I must hurry." "How long did it take you to get here ? Jennie questioned. I do not know. Mrs. Hollingshead's doctor happened to be leaving when I was and brought ma in his car." "Oh !" Jennie gasped. ' "Some class to you J Did his man have a fur coat?" Use Cuticura and Have Luctrcus Hair - Regular shampoos with Cuticura Soap will keep your scalp dean and healthy. Before shampooing touch pots of dandruff and Irritation, if any, with Cuticura Ointment. A healthy scalp means thick, glaeay hair. s r2" C- j-s - lM)IlkrmTKlt A44rm tWwtl - MM, bwltt, Uiitn JfeMa. Sm4 rmrr- wCaujcgra Soap shaves wkhowt sit. BY GMPH UJATSCtJ together and started for the creek. - "If you'd turn that goat loose out side the city - limits ir he'd starve to death." ' T. Paer mumbled corfflden tially to Tha Judge, as they filled, their plates with sand from the bottom of the creek and commenced to scour away the reminders s of the evening meaL "I'll bet a hat he thinks corned beef 'nd sardines grow in cans like oysters in sheila" . i ! , "I wouldn't wonder,? 'The Judge an swered under his breath. "When we. turned off the pavement he looked like he thought we'd busted through the earth's crust." h x "Whatre you fellahs doing? The Fat Man asked curiously as- he came up plate In band. "I can't find no dish pan to wash this confounded thing 4n." "Fill it with mud." T. Paer directed. "nd rub it 'round a little." "Mud !" the Fat Man exclaimed. f thought you were trying to waaa"?ens, not dirty 'em more than, they were." "Mud," The Judgi- informed tm judicially, "Is about the cleanest thing there is, when It'a clean mud. 1 "Well, I'll be gum goosled !" the Fat Man said wonderingryi"' "I never heard of cleaning dishes with dirt before.? They's lots of things you can learn about eampin'," T. Paer replied sug gestively. "Smokin cigarettes in the dry woods 's one." .-"-". "Where'll I. smoke 'era If I don't smoke 'em in the woods?" The Fat Man asked flippantly as he gazed at the enwalllng forest. "Do you expect me to dig a cave and crawl in it?" "You'll want to If a fire starts from the stub of one of 'em," T, Paer re torted. "I can hear your grease frytn' like a barbecued beef right now." "Good Lord," The Fat Man asked ap prehensively, "what's a fellah to do if it's that bad?" . "Smoke a pipe 'nd empty it in the camp fire," T. Paer Advised him. "They ain't many forest fires -started from pipes." "I got a better remedy'n that." The Judge chuckled, patting his left hip pocket, fondly. "Just lug a hunk of spittin' tobacco along nd you can help put 'em out instead of startln' 'em." "The last time I done that," T. Paer confessed ruefully, "Ma found some of it in my fishin' pants. " 'Nd," he added, reminiscently, "It was worse'n a forest fire, believe me !" "I carry it to poultice spider bites 'nd bee stings," The Judge explained craftily. "Doc Stelnen prescribed it for me 'nd that satisfied iny family." "I tried to get Doc Seymour to tell that to Ma," T. Paer said sadly, "bot they's one trouble with that fellah." "They must be," The Judge agreed, "if he didn't do it." "He didn't," T. Paer mourned. "He ain't got no sympathy for a fJUah a-tall." . t '"The doctor drova . his own i car," Adelaide smiled at the eager face, j, "I thought those rich old doctors had limousines and- chauffeurs," ; the child said disappointedly. ; "Well this doctor ;'was not In a rtifnousme -today, "AaftitldeTeJoTned.1 1 ... "la -ba- rich?" , " "I. do not know ad do not care,' Adelaide said rather brusquely. "Dear, do not think about money so much. It is vulgar Isn't Itj mother? ' Mrs. Brown sighed. "Yes." she ad mitted, "perhaps it Is. Yet when one is poor it is natural to think of money as very good." ' "Of course it is," Adeladia agreed, bending to kiss her. "I only mean that Jennie must not think so much about it. For, after ail, it does not bring happiness. .It is nicer here in this little flat than in that big house on the East Side. At least I like it better here." "I am glad you do !" The mother patted the smooth cheek. "I only wish you did not have to be away so much. I hope you will not fork too hard." "Work !" the girl Scoffed. "Why, I do very little except sit around and talk, and drive around and talk, and eat and try to be agreeable." "It sounds like a cinch to me," 7en Inie observed. "And ! I bet you have good eats, too." Adelaide laughed, then looked grave, "Even if it was not such a Drettv I house," she said thoughtfully "and even if the people were not ad kind, I woul4 be thankful for the chance of earning the salary I get." "There now ! Who is -talking about money V the little sister teased. "You know, yourself that It is mighty nice to have if "Yes, indeed." thi older girl ac knowledged. "It is good, but f want money especially for what It will bring Just now. - "Because It makes things easier for you and ma, Jennie," Mrs. Brown said gently. "That is why your sister has taken this position to help us." "1 know U!" Jennie admitted mag nanimously. "And I suppose it is nice of het to do it. But. gee! If l were grown up. t. would jump at the chance to get it 1" "Just as I did !' Adelaide smiled, puHing one of -the child's thick braids of thair.. "Well, good-bye dear?!" Again she put her arms about her mother and held her close. "There never was such- another nother as you S" she whispered. know that now better than ever before." - She 'almost ran across the park on her way to the East Side. She won dered if It would have been all right for her to remain "at home for supper. She was afraid of taking too much for granted. She recalled Dr. Carter's advice. Yet surely th suggestion that she go out more, and go home oftener, must come from hen employers. : And as Mrs. Holllngshead did not want to be left with Estelle. It would mean that, when Adelaide went out tha hus bandi son or daughter must stay with tha invalid. i - The thought of the son reminded her of the glimpse she had of him this afternoon. She wished vaguely that ha had not seen aer driving with Dr. Carter. . . i, To Be Continued Tomorrow) Ainerican Ship Is iSearchedbyBritisli . London, June I. N. &) The American steamer-. Seattle ' Spirit from New York was reported today to have been ; held np and searched by the British, in Traleo bay, on th west coast of Ireland, on suspicion she was carry mg arms and munitions for the repub licans. ; It is, said that a quantity of munitions were found and seized, but this is hot officially confirmed. cueit ! well-!!!'- w wfciCD A)oa, v BRINGING UP FATHER v - thc,6ott:her rear tEE.Yorj - l . ; t 4EE.' 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