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CHATrER XX ' Jrk thought came to Joe l"Ze inevitably. It W .i.arer and clearer. It L.oIten "" .. ..-1 to (JJ. 1933- THE REGISTER-GUARD, EUGENE. OREGON ThlS JtBf1k by 1 ?I WILLIAM J00 Murray corcoran rvriaht, by WHiam Corcoran; NEA Sjrvict, ne. Abided with him. unbld-1(".L..- ith him a long It haa o" ,j l.. cur unrecoff- 1 juaucui -.., these rankling ! were alive They .h.v never could be, rWand peace-becausethey & The other, th. . h.M- Siionlesa and dead and un- F2": !'. . .tnrvine man, who Kr the days of his strength j his pw- . -i Hpien ne yearned for ,u the past. Helen f & gone Into limitless time: t her had not died, but r Wv not of the earth, she r . j -ii nacdnn' she was she was a vision. a vision he dreamed with but It was lerry u u- &aUon' rushed upon him, Csmic.lt was Terry he want- kial worrying. "vSBo - & Terry, with her dainty fine b spinning aiwajr ....... tar who would conceivably ride with him blandly and U md walk on the highways Keep in the fields of a nation, fjbe ask her. So long as they ,rt!edtogetner. - the starker a thought for L darity of its conclusion, which hut back to tne very pegmnms. was Terry ne waniea, yes, dui m Terrv he had lost. It was Ly he had failed, and Terry ho had been lorn irom ms nanus. I kid not failed himself; he had tt been able to keep her, losing k to forces far beyond his hum- Lmmmand. But to realize that had possessed this and lost u and that it was this and noth- V ilse in the world that he Cited ... it was stark, stark and iaan must face it forever! "IL him: he would always T i wmmher her in net anu ...... H went a little berserk. He had Bnnant of money, a few meager dollars from the tiny fund sent him by the Murrays. He put the money in an envelope and mailed it back to mem, saying he was gone again, not to worry, he'd keep coin and come out right side up he had to keep going, and he could not come nome. He felt this interval of lineerine Dependence to De a shame on him a recollection that must be wiDed out. tie had his manhood. He knew the ways of the road. He could make his way, wantins; nothing from any man. He'd come right siae up. mere would be wnrk. There would be need of more auto mobile bodies sometime, some where; there would be work and forgetfulness. Work and forget fulness. Not peace! He rebelled at peace, shattering the seductive visions. There was no peace not in life. Life goes on, a fight and a strug gle always, and the greatest tor ment, the greatest loss, is to be out of the struggle, out of the stream of it. Neither life nor love have peace in them, though they both have surpassing beauty: the beauty of change, the beauty of growth, the beauty of a continuity, inscrutable and unending. And this was Joe's groping avowal. He who had been out of the stream of it, out of the run ning ... he was plunging back. This man, Joe Murray. Joe Murray went foraging. When he found what he wanted, he brought it home to the hotel with him: a piece of cast-off leathers light and fairly pliable. It was treasure trove. He borrowed a pocket knife from the hotelman at the desk and went to work in his room. He took off his shoes; they were in no state for the road, with holes large as quarters in the soles. He cut a piece of paper to a pattern and trimmed it till it slid inside one of the shoes easily and neatly. Then he laid the pattern on the strip of leather and hacked out a most practical inner sole. He was at work on the other shoe when there came a knock on the door. He had occasional visits from room neighbors; he called an invitation to come right in. The FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia -COPR. If St BV NU SCRVICC. WC T. h. inn. v. rr. Of f.- $en! Your mother's calling you, Chuck." hurry. Wait till she starts calling 'Charles Junior. SIDE GLANCES vun r N i.J door opened, and he glanced up. Slowly, numbly, he droDoed the shoe, the leather, the knife. "Terry!" She came into the room, closing the door behind her. She was look ing at him with the big brown eyes . . . looking at him. She was thin; there were big circles under the eyes; her shoulders drooped beneath a cheap red coat "Joe," she said, and stopped. He looked scared, looked like a man who does not know what to do. Sshe did it for him. She walked to him and sat down on his lap. sliding her rms around his neck and laying her head on his shoul der. "Terry," he said. "God . .' Terry!" His voice would not func tion. He did not know what was happening to him, what was rack ing him. She knew. She said, "Joe " once, and suddenly began to cry. weakly, surrendering wholly. And he cried with her, because he couldn't help it. He was weak. He was unmanned. It was some time before they were calm, with a kind of exhaust tion. Slowly they got around to looking at each other, to letting go each of the other even to that ex tent. In the eyes of each of them there was a pain and a pity at what they saw. They were so thin, both of them, so older, so different from other days. "lerry," said Joe huskily, "you floored me that time. You clipped me one. Right on the button. "I'm glad," she told him. "I'm glad to know that I could." "How did you get here?" "I came in an airplane." "Airplane?" bewildered. "I flew all the way. I haven' slept in almost two whole days We flew all last night, I couldn' I sleep anyway, coming to you." That costs money, Terry!" "I know it. So I got it" "How did you get it?" "Stole it." He was utterly silenced by that, She looked weary and said, "Oh, what does it matter, darling? got here. I was afraid you'd be gone. Your mother told me. My father had a lot of money he won betting the races and I stole it My own mother gave him more long ago than I'll ever see. I've wai.ed months. If I knew where you were I'd have crawled there. If anybody could have told me, I'd have paid them a million dol lars." "Terry . . . but why? I'm broke. I'm in trouble. I haven't earned a dollar in too long to remember." "What does all that matter?" she cried fiercely, exultantly. "You're alive, I'm alive. We can be alive together. I only want to be dead if I'm away from you. I don t care if we starve we can starve together. I don't care what happens if it happens to us to gether." He bowed his head. He was blinded by a light; he was full of an awareness. He buried his face on her soft shoulder, out of sight. He was remembering . . her small and intense persistence, her hold ing on like grim death with her small insinuating hands when she wanted something badly, very badly. "Why, Terry?" he insisted. "Because I love you, darling." He was silent, holding her. She added, "And because you love me." There it was. It was so! And Joe said, "What are we going to do, baby?" And Terry told him, "Anything you say! We can do anything. Any thing . . ." And they sat there together. And nothing mattered. Nothing. What could matter now? They could do anything. They could go home. They could go anywhere over a nation, mey couia una shelter in a field, love in the stars, strength In the wind. They could find work. They could live. They could do anything. Life was going They were together. They were in love. That is what this story Is about It is about love. And that is where I come to an end. But the story does not The story goes on, with c Terry andl a Joe, and then another Joe, ana beyond and beyond, another . forever. LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Elementary. My Dear Annie By HAROLD GRAY (THS END) "y y there isn't any such thing as married bliss out we've been married nearly three weeks y LADIES AID MEETS WALTERVILLE, June 20. fSrwrian The Walterville Latfes aid society met recently all day for the regular meeting for the week. RivtAon were present for the cov. rfich dinner served at twelve o'clock. A flower garaen quiu which is in the frames was worked and considerable work ac complished. Ladies for the day ..-. Mrs. Clvde Glenn, Mrs, Frank Page. Mrs. George Willian, Mn Anna Stacy. Mrs. O. L. Stacy Laurel Edith Willian, Dorothy Sloan, Mrs. John Sloan, Mrs. Ro man Beck, Mrs. William Hucka, Mrs. D. E. Benson, Mrs. Clarence DTtr Mn. Will Knox. Mrs. Les ter MilUcan. Children were Norma Lou Wiest Carol Lee Wiest, Lou ise Knox and Robert Knox. VAMF.S OMITTED CRESWELL, June 20. (Spe cial) In the recent obituary or Mrs Emma Elizabeth Gorman who died at Rose Lodge with services here at the Schwering chapel the names of the following relatives were omit tea: momer, r. auun Walker: brother, Tom Funk, of Black Butte, and two tifteri ilv. tag near Portland. The grave of Publius Nonius Zethus. ancient Roman baker, had a basket a flour mill, a sifter and various containers and bailing raolds carved on his tomb. NO TRACKS Cj COURSE- r bTJKK - ftNU WHILE KUVt i I WnT, I DPUM 1 IV3i lj2, i auS: V GROUND TOO HARD- I MAYBE 1 AND MRS. ALDEN AND J W HE FICqERED TAKIN' f AGAIN- I tN T KNOW. LESS J ONCH BUT WHOEVER TOOK I WHILE I WERE BUS NSDE- I WHY 1 PAST OF IT WOULDN'T 1 WHY 1 JT WAS WHAT -fStoffNM. I THAT DOUGH CAME J SANDY I BUT SAY WHY DIDN'T J DO I BE NOTICED BUT I DO I THEY CALL AN J W LTUE IN THROUGH TH' AND I I WHOEVER VT WAS TAKE I YOU UAIT WHY WOULD I INSIDE JOB" k fiifSr0 I WINDOW-TOOK. A I WERE AJiTHERE WAS IN A THINK? .'fllZ rAPF A THINK?! BBBUT"WHO-?l WHvi I HUNDRED AND SOCTY AWAY- R THAT OAR ? M I A ROBBER CftgS H J ODOV" rw JJ -jfrLo I POPEYE Toro y EC. SEGAR FhOPE HE VnCE CBOWN-1 fl'M A UPRIGHT FARMER) I pSND THEN THEM ) 1 K WEtVEA.X I r-r 1 LIWES HIS 7 REALV AND I WORK MY JA DERN DEMONS f &rZ?J2. ' DERN v Ty? sROBE A OlANttNGS. FINGERS TO THE POP RIGHT UP y V JH ,...- DEMONS l ' - .. JL r' VZV TOO EH? BONE PLANTIN' AND STEAL MY h t Hgg-TYK. DEP.N f " , WtuXt f 1 "r tr- Ltstrn to t uprvf .in ihe runui i-v.i.v ...uimuy. ;" , .Vi.l'l'l,''',;'' ,. ?-."".." SECRET AGENT X-9 The G-Man Takes It On the Chin By ROBERT STORM X IS T (SET THE STORES THO06H WE JJ (THEN, COR.N. OU jf WELL.F "'SfJSS' I (TkIIIx KTetI BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES Agreed By MARTIN WASHTUBBS The Jig Is Up ' , By CRANE fuOT OHUV BQ HAVE IV.DtNCE 1H VOO WatAttNtP ( I TO W PICTURES. fAW HSBSrW T J IT? tiliUill TO TUUBBE WAJH BUT WE HAvS POSlTNe- "S- "AMKIE. 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