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THE OREGON DAILY JOURNAL. PORTLAND, OREGON.
9
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 1922
By : A; Po&ea
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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.
(To Be Continued Monday)
A synopsis of th preceding chapters will
be published with Monday's installment.
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Fifteen Minates to Answer This
The above picture of a clock dial
was important evidence In a criminal
case, where it was established that a
stray bullet from an assassin's pistol
struck the face of a clock. ' It struck
the exact center f the dial, driving
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the clock. The two hands were fixed
in the straight line they formed at the
time, although liot pointing as shown
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time must have beeiv, not neglecting:
the clue provided by position of the
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