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T THE OREGON DAILY JOURNAL. PORTLAND, OREGON. 9 SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 1922 By : A; Po&ea ITS ALLTOYTALK Sing This Sweetly VOU'fcG "CAXe rXGAJN THIS THAT'S TH6 iF this Keepy -up much tOAJ&efc, FRED, YOU'U, G6TTHC GATE " T The boss caajt do UHTROUT M6 JOC - IM MUCH TOO USEFUL HERE vhpcts o-oo;:lv T. faer called querulously JJJL tc to his spouse busy in the kitchen witn tne evening meai, wnere n me name of goodness did you put that oil can that eroes with the sewin' rnachine this time?" "It's down in the basement on the workbench where you left It," ma an swered c;almly, ''what're you going: to use it for?" "I ain't used that can for two months," T. Paer grumbled as he started down into the basement, "it ought to be up in the machine where it belongs." "I know it." Ma retorted, sweetly, "but I ain:t had any occasion to go get It from where you left it." "Well, anyway,' T. Paer paused to inform her, "I been lookin' for the scis sors for a hour 'nd I've give up findin them at all." "I saw that pair you use -under the table in that room where you won't let mo clean up," Ma informed him, 'What're vou going to do with all that oil 'nd stuff T' "Tomorrow's Sunday ain't It?" T. Taer asked as he started down 'stairs, -" 'nd I got to get some use out'n that fishin' license' I bought or waste the money I paid for it." "Oh," Ma said, simply, and turned back to her frying pan. "Well," T. Paer remarked cheerfully as he began wielding his fork a few moments later, "I got ray reel all pressed up, 'nd my line fixed 'nd mi hooks sorted, 'nd now all I need's some salmon eggs 'nd my boots. I think I'll start about daylight In the morn in'." "That's a little eooner'n I'd planned," Ma replied, quietly, "but I guess you won't have to keep at it steady all day." "No," T. Paer agreed, "Judge said we'd take some lunch 'nd lay up in the sun 'till the middle of the afternoon after we'd et.iL" "Is the Judge gotn' to help you?" Ma asked, in apparent surprise, "That's real kind of him, ain't it?" "Help me," T. Paer said, uneasily, "I don't need nobody to help' me catch fish." '."Not catch fish," Ma replied, "but " I'm thinkin' of all them chores you been puttin' off to do 'till tomorrow." "Chores," T. Paer exclaimed, virtu ously, "you wouldn't have me workln' Copyrlsht, 1921, by Doubliay. Pas Co.' Published by arrangement witil tha BeU HyndiGata. in-. CHAPTER 12 HE PROTESTED FEEBLY. "Now. I didn't mean that I didn't want to trouble you" She looked at him through winking eyelashes.- "I'm sorry I called it a 'hole,' papa." "No, no," he protested, gently. "It was your mother said that." "No. I did, too." ' Well, if you did, it was only be cause you'd heard her." "She shook her head, then kissed him. "I'm going to talk to her," she eaid, and rose decisively. But at this her father's troubled voice became quicKly louder : "You'd have a little talk with you. I didn't mean to start any your mother won't " "Now, papa '." Alice spoke cheerful ly again, and smiled upon him. "I want you to quit worrying. Every thing's going to be all right and no body's going to bother you any more about anything. You'll see !" She carried her smile out into the hall, but after she had' closed the door her face was all pity ; and her :muth er, waiting for her ' in the opposite room, spoke sympathetically. "What's the matter, Alice? What didfehe say that's upset your' "Wait a Minute, mama." Alice found a handkerchief, used it for eyes and suffused nose, gulped, then sud denly and desolately sat upon the bed. "Poor, poor papa!' she whispered. "Why?" Mrs. Adams inquired, mild ly. What's the matter with him? Sometimes you act as if he weren't getting well. What's ho been talking about?" "Mama well, I think I'm pretty self ish. Oh. I do!" "Did he say you were?" "Papa? No, indeed ! Whait I mean is, maybe we're both a little selfish to try to make him go out arid hunt around for something new." Mrs. Adams looked thoughtful. "Oh, that's what he was up to!" "Mama, I think we ought to give it j up. I didn't dream it had really hurt him." " "Well, doesn't he hurt us?" "Never that I know of, mama." ' "I don't mean by saying things," Mrs. Adams explained, impatiently. ' There are more ways than that of hurting people. When a man sticks to a salary that doesn't provide for his family isn't that hurting them"?" "Oh, it 'provides' for us well enough, mama!. We have what we need if I weren't so extravagant. Oh, I know I am!" But at this admission her - mother cried out sharply. "Extravagant! You haven't one-tenth of -what the other girls you go with have. And you can't have what you ought to as long as he doesn't get out of that horrible place. It provides bare food and shelter for us but what's that?" 1 don't think we ought to try any more to change him." "You don't?" Mrs. Adams came and stood before her. "Listen. Alice. Your father's asleep ;' that's -his trou ble, and hes got to be waked up. He doesn't know that things have changed. When you and Walter were little children we did have enough t laast it seemed to be about as much as most of the people we knew. Bu the tov. n isn't what it was "in those days, and times aren't what they - were, then, and these fearful price aren't the old prices. Everything else but your father has changed, and all the time he's stood still. He doesn't know it ; he thinks because they've given him a hundred dollars more every two years he's quite a prosper ' ous man ! And he thinks that be cause his children cost him more than he and I cost our parents he gives them enough !" But Waiter- Alice faltered. "Walter doesn't cost him anything at aril any more." And she concluded, la a stricken voice, "It's all me '." "Why shouldn't it be?" her mother cried. "You're young you're Just at the time when life should be fullest 0t good things and happiness. Yet what do you get?" Alice's lip quivered- she was not i unsusceptible to such an appeal, but she contrived the semblance of a pro test. "I don't hav Vuch a bad time not a good deal of the time, any how. I've got a good many of the Maes other girls have' 44H TA J on Sunday with all them preachers in town would you?' " "I don't see hpw working break the Sabbath any mjore'n fishing would," Ma smiled, "besides, if you got to break it you'd Just as well do it doing some thing useful." "But I told the Judge Td go," T. Paer groaned, " 'nd he'St all togged out 'nd ready." "I know that man," Ma said, im placably, "nd b-4 won't have any trouble finding somebody to go along." "I don't 'spose he will," T. Paer said miserably, " 'fcd he said he'd take the lunch along so you wouldn't have to bother about itj "Yes," Ma snapped, "I remember the last lunch he: took along. You couldn't hardly carry your share of it home." "It "was some lunch," T. Paer agreed, reminiscently, "I'll say it was." "From the way It looked to me," Ma said, "you must a spent more time drinkin' up the luuch than fishing." "It was cold 'nd rainy that day," T. Paer pleaded in defense. "If it hadn't been for that I'd of caught a awful cold." "I'd hate to have you get one : you have 'em so bad," Ma said, sympa thetically. "They won't be no danger of it," she added, quietly, "working "round the house." "Well, doggone it." T. Paer snapped. "Where are the blamed" chores? I'll do 'em tonight." "You've left too many of 'em pile up," Ma told him sorrowfully. "Be sides you can't do 'em tn the dark." "I could do part of 'em "nd the rest Monday some time," T. Paer argued, "I'll go right down 'nd clean up the basement." "I ain't caring for that so much." Ma told him. "but the lawn's got to be mowed, 'nd the back porch's got to be painted 'nd the roses've got to have that enrichment put on 'em 'nd " "Knrichment," T. Paer snorted dis gustedly, "that's a fine job for Sunday, ain't it." Just as good as fishing." Ma said implacably, " 'nd more useful." "Hello," T. Paer eaid mournfully into the telephone after he had barked at Central. "Judge, I can t make it in the mornin'. My lumbago's landed on me all unexpected 'nd I'm feelin" blamed miserable." ' "You have'.'" Mis. Adams was pite- ously satirical. "I suppose you've got a limousine to go to that dance to night. I suppose you've only got to call a florist and tell him to send you some orchids. I suppose you've " But Alice interrupted this list; Ap parently in a single instant all emo tion left her, and she became business like, as one in the midst of trifles re minded of really serious matters. She got up from the bed and went to the door of the closet where she kept her dresses. "Oh, Be here." she said, briskly. "I've decided . to wear my ; white organdie if you could put in a new lining for . rne. I'm afraid it'll take you nearly all afternoon." She brought forth the dress, dis played it upon the bed, and Mrs. Adams examined it attentively. "Do you think you could get it done, mama?" "I don't see why not," Mrs. Adams answered, passing a thoughtful hand over the fabric. "It oughtn't to take more than four qr five hours." "It's a shame to have you sit at the machine that long," Alice said, ab sently, adding : ; "And I'm sure we ought to let papa alone. Let's just give it up, mama. Mrs. AdaroB continued her thought ful examination of the dress. "Did you buy the chiffon and ribbon, Alice?" "Yes. I'm sure we oughtn't to talk to him about it any more, mama." "Well, we'll see." "Let's both agree that we'll never say another single word to him about it." said Alice. "It'll be a great deal better if we just let him make up his mind for himself. 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