UNORE 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
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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.
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