Eugene register-guard. (Eugene, Or.) 1930-1983, April 13, 1938, Image 7

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Newspaper Page TextUNORE COWAN STONE Copyri,!, HJJ, NEA S.nrie., Iiw. : Pauf . .hirh 11 sound THE REGISTER. GUARD, EUGENE, OREGON f-1. "7 .Mended, Con. fd smiHng with bngh . ' eves into Derek's fiLk face. -Greetings! b?" and Derek f. cordisWy. "Why. I'-P-:.rr. .nnirise! Where k.j drop his sister, and not at all like her. Where Hildegarde was generous ly, if exquisitely, made all gold en tints, with blood coursing warmly, close under the skin ner brother was dark and slight, with crisp black hair, a pale olive skin, and sensitive, delicately chiseled features. . . . Ernest Thorvald's wife, Derek had writ ten, had been a Spanish lady. As the boy stirred restlessly. Page Seven ., .... Mark eves darted ; Mark Rogers said in a swift un- nut"- - . (rem one to urnaturauy ijj "Well . .. . I to business, naani we.- i i-aad you're going to re ja our leading lad-v' Mr' I., knew that Derek's Tvrt shaking as he worked, i-A glancing from her to t-nurrf image of Camilla i Kd back again Dr. Rog iigBUng from time to time, re more of that black stuff kr lasaes, don't you think, Jw; ... "I wond1er'' Is full enough?" And Miss I 0f course her eyebrows y 'be plucked, but we haven't 01 day." &it was the way Derek had if when he saw her . . . fwas what she had said to S . . . And that was what I had said to her. J'Jy Dr. Rogers exclaimed, I I guess that just about J the bell. ... Go grab your me sleep, Miss Wilcox, if nay have a difficult day i ol you. . . . Now, Miss frsll, if you're ready" ti a swift, veiled glance at Ss fair head, bent over the (lies he was replacing in the .Constance followed the doc :o the corridor, r. outside the sick room door used to say wun a wry imie .1.- ......J I..Hn. fcn'J H'S to it It was Miss ft l playful little name for j understand. . . , Aside from (you'll have to be guided by Jvtr it is people mean when talk about intuition." they went into a large, and chair dertone, "Sit here, please, Constance dropped into by the side of the bed. The boy moaned, cried out sharply, "Camilla Cam, dear? . , . Can't you move? . , . Oh, no no, no!" and seemed about to open his eyes. Dr. Rogers murmured, "Closer. He's had an opiate, and can't see very clearly." Constance leaned forward, clasped her hands together on the edge of the bed, and breathed, "Yes. I'm here, Jo-jo." The boy turned dark pain hazed eyes toward the sound of her voice, shut them, shook his head slightly, and said incredu lously, "They told me you'd be here, but I didn't believe them." Constance reached out a warm hand and placed it over the rest less fingers near her on the spread. Mark Rogers motioned the nurse away, and stepped back into the shadow. The boy looked from the hand on his fingers to Constance's face and back again, peering as if through a fog. But I killed you, he protested a bewildered whisper. "You were dead ..... I saw you ly. ing there in the light of the car . . I called you, but you didn't move or speak .... Then someone came and took you away." "But, you silly boy," Constance .aid, making her voice sing, caress- "By the way, you'd better ing each syllable with her lips as 'Jo-io' if you can Bring lne naa oiien waicnea lamina to it It was Miss Wynne read ner lines in a close- up, "I m here now, aren t I?" "Why yes. You seem to be here." The boy spoke slowly. "But you have before . . . Only you al ways went away when I woke up . . . And those times your face fcihadowy room. was bleeding the way it was 1 that night . . . And never in that p second nurse was hovering dress .... I've never seen you in a bed on which lay a slight that dress before anywhere." i. George Thorvald, Con- jt saw, was hardly taller than ' It was a cue providentially handed her from one of Camilla I Wynnes most popular roles; and me proper line came tripping toj wiisidnce s longue. "But, Jo-jo. dear" shi ven re membered to laugh in that soft, caressing way that was one of Miss Wynne's most effective msn- erisms "don't you suppose I ever neea a new aress . . . And I was- n i nun oadly that niaht iust stunned for a few .minutes" she glanced for encouragement tmvarri Dr. Rogers, who nodded from the background. "You can see for yourseit that I'm all runt, dar ling. . . . But now vou mimt rt We'll talk some other time. I'll just sit here, very quietly now, while ju go io sieep.' He seemed to think that over. irowmng with the effort of con centration. His hand fumbled for ner fingers. i es, he said slowly. "I guess it's you all right this time. Your hand is warm and you smell sweet . . . You never touched me any ol those other times you came. "That's because 1 never did come before not really," Constance told turn softly. "You dreamed all that, you know. But this time you're not going to dream not about me, nor anymme else lust sleeD " I He sifihed. a auiverinp littti ioh LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Bringing the Light By HAROLD GRAY PLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia mf COW. 191 BT NEA MBVICC. INC. t' U. no. fT BE II . I 'Afit.'tS.I I I IN V I like a child who has cried himself out. "You were nice to come," he said drowsily, "after the other night. But you were always a lot- sweeter to me than I deserved . That's what I was trying to tell you when we met the truck that I didn t deserve it, I mean be cause I don't seem to love you any more not the way I used to . . . l " he frowned faintly" I didn t put It very well, I truess . Men shouldn't have to say things like that to women . . ." . Women ought to see it coming, and mane it easy." "But I did understand," Con stance said swittly. "And you mustn't worry about that any more . . . what, in heaven s name was sne saying, she thought, in the voice of that woman the boy inougnt ner to De: She went on, "I'd have told you that night if we hadn't gone over the bank. ... I don't blame you. No one can help not loving some one any longer. It's" she broke off, startled by the ironic truth of her own childish phrase. Suppose It had been she. In her own person, who had had to speak those words to Derek? The boy made a drowsy motion as if to pat the hand that rested so close to has own. "That's swell," he said. "Because I really can't help it . . . But it was nasty thinking I'd killed you .... Now I think, if you don't mind, I won't talk any more just now." Mark Rogers opened the door, and as the nurse came quietly forward, Constance slipped outside the room. In the corridor he over took her. "That's more like it," he said with a relief that lifted the words from the prosaic. "He may really sleep now." Then when he saw that her lashes were wet, his eyes danced wickedly for a moment. "You're not spilling perfectly good tears over being jilted by proxy, are you? Don't you take your play-acting too seriously?" Constance wondered what he would say if she told him that for a moment she had almost forgotten that it was play-acting . . . Look at her probably, in that twinkling, quizzical way of his, as if she were something new and interest ing, wriggling on a slide, as if he were wondering just why the specimen wriggled the way it did; and just what combination of cir cumstances might make it wriggle differently .... He was doing it now. She was casting around for something scathing to say to him when he anticipated her. (To Be Continued) Chuck, don't you wish you could take a trip 'around U .. l j nti t j me worm ; :iaumio there's lots of ntlw n1sm tn firct 1 SIDE GLANCES 1 n " e-' . . ! ii 7J"' u.Ke 'iP nle w. Ft Kth . 1 " exPCnSU Uul I'm dim..! It I'll mn ,ni. can cet the Blltonj DEER-HORN NOTES DEERHORN, April 12 (Spe cial) Mr. and Mrs. M. J. Wearin left this week for Liberal, Kansas, where they will visit at the home of Mrs. Walter Furgeson, a niece of Mrs. Wearin. Homer Dawson, former resident of Deerhorn, but now of Portland, is spending the spring school va cation at the home of his uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Jim Wheeler and family. W. R. White and Harve Potter are slashing brush for Lester Mil lican to increase the pasture land on the latter's ranch. AT DEERHORN DEERHORN, April 12 (Spe cial) Wilbur Dehne, freshman at Oregon State college, spent the week-end with his family. John Harris of Pleasant Hill hss been blasting roots and stumpe for Dick Hart on the latter's clearing job at his farm. Mr. Harris, an expert powder man. has often been employed for the work in this neighborhood. MANY AT SERVICES GILLESPIE CORNERS, April 12 (Special) On Sunday a large crowd met at the Central View church for services, a basket din ner was held, followed by singing in the afternoon. La Blue Lone Cedar Ladies Aid will meet at the Coyote Com munity hall Thursday afternoon for a no-hostess meeting. For re freshments cookies and punch have been decided on. RETl'RNS FROM TRIP GILLESPIE CORNERS. April 12 (Special) Mrs. Hendrickten has returned home from Minnesota. Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Stone. Thurston, visited with his mother and sister, Mrs. Lucy Stone and Etta Runk over the week-end. Many of the farmers are finish ing their spring grain sowing. ' w B4o-rs i jsv- mill wi mm u i m i in i i 1 SURE CAN MAKE' W'Sggaai . THERE, I LONG NOW- PSl i QPLtKEA BARBECUE 0 vS&F B U LEAB CONRuT?! HS! 1 INTERESTING THINGS- I 1 B AND W6JJL BE tWv Jl 6M ON. DICK- SSfeffl rinPWr Vrt.l- C.n., n. V -U.-tM rw .. , , " ' TT " ' T T- 1- ' MmM MTKJXrLilE vu mm vuauvi. Auniurrou . 01 ranger in ino raru. w SrCiAK If - "z. : 1 f . - i i i ...i. . , , , - . , . OF ALL THE 0!! THE SHARK IS GO NER 1 ( ZHiH ( THA'S FtKJE. V,v 5S(VA SLARSTEO V? LUCK! t A VcUIJ Hits AP&KTITlr V WlMPYl N' VUOVEROROWN I r.iK r-rrvs-ity r . -tf r7i.3 j Tjtr .nj mrD SECRET AGENT X-9 Auto-Suggestion By the G-Man By ALEX RAYMOND 1 i r i i p ' i u i .I-my . . 'llj.APjr J "i?.1KbFOKDOK S AW I DRIVE OU J i I NATMANlc WVrAPI Mrfr TV4AT Rlii II If NO. WE. FEDERAL If LET ME 9 5B IT'S THAT BLACK KOAD5TER k?iu't-i luI,&':Slli-V,Ll f IS PARkED AROUND ISREEN ONE ?f MEN CANT AFFC5RD RIDE OJT W PABKEPROUNP THE OgKjftRcVSJ pll.t0 r STHE CORNERTr-i CARS LIKE THAT. WITH tOU. 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